#I had a lot of fun though! Hopefully I'll get to attend the next one too wahaha

[gingermintpepper]

There's something about loving languages but having no patience for people because these past couple of days at this sign language conference have been heaven and hell simultaneously.

[mcntsee]

Letters to her

prologue

summary: kaz’s letter to y/n throughout the years.

warnings: Kaz’s past is kinda mentioned, mentions of death, cursing

note: I tried to express kaz’s feelings and growth with every start and finish of all the letters, hopefully you guys understand it too. I added a little something at the end, hope you enjoy! <3333

first letter:

Deer y/n

My da said you can came come play wheneber you want to come play with my me again can you please come play with me soon pleas?

I miss you and Jordie miss and da and the little kitteny miss you we all misses you very much

Love Kaz!

(I drawed a pist picture of you and me and spots playing)

2nd letter

Dear Y/N,

I hope you're doing okay. I wanted to say a big thank you for being there when we said bye to my da. It made me feel better knowing you were there, even though it was kinda sad.

Guess what? Jordie said we're gonna move to Ketterdam. He says it's cause he wants me to go to a good school there. I'm not sure about leaving this house, but Jordie says it'll be good for us.

The cool part is that you live in Ketterdam! That means we can hang out more and play together. Remember when we used to build forts in the living room and pretend we were pirates? Maybe we can do that in Ketterdam too.

I'll miss this house a bit because it's where we played hide and seek and had ice cream parties, but I think Ketterdam will be fun too. And I'm really happy cause we'll get to see each other more often!

I will see you soon, okay?

Love, Kaz!

3rd letter

Dear y/n,

I'm really, really sorry I haven't come to see you yet. It's not 'cause I don't want to, I promise. You're still my bestest friend ever. It's just that things got a little crazy since we arrived.

Jordie met this guy named Jacob Hertzoon. And guess what? Jacob offered us a whole bunch of money for our house! Jordie said it's a really good thing 'cause we can use the money for important stuff. But it also means we're super busy.

I didn't want you to think I forgot about you or anything. I miss you a lot and I still want to see you and play together. Maybe once we're all settled in our new place and get the money, we can have a big adventure like we used to.

Thanks for being the best friend ever. I promise we'll hang out soon, okay?

Love, Kaz!

4th letter

Y/N,

Are you okay? Please write back! Jordie is gone. I need to know you're alive.

Kaz.

5th letter

Y/N,

I heard you went on quite the journey to Shu Han just to retrieve my cane. I assume the trip was bearable. Your efforts are appreciated.

It's curious how life unfolds, isn't it? One day we're children playing in the streets, the next we're scattered across the world for various reasons. Yet, here we are, still connected by some thread of familiarity.

I imagine you'll return from your expedition when the time is right. Until then, business with the dregs continues as usual. The city keeps turning, and so do its dealings. As for me, well, I have my own matters to attend to as soon as I’m able to walk again.

- K.B.

First note

Get well soon! Let me know if you need anything else.

- Love, Y/n!

6th letter

Y/N,

Your letter reached me, and I must admit, it contained more substance than I anticipated. Word travels fast in the Barrel, and it seems that Haskell has taken quite an interest in your recent endeavors. His words carry weight, though they seldom come without a price.

If his assessment holds true, and you manage to prove your worth in the upcoming job, it could indeed elevate you within the ranks. Haskell’s recognition of your potential is both promising and concerning. The higher one climbs, the more treacherous the fall can be.

In the midst of this, know that I await your return.

May you navigate these challenges with the same tenacity that has carried you thus far. I wish you the best of luck, Y/N. Tread carefully.

- K.B

7th letter

Y/N,

You certainly have a talent for uncovering promising recruits. Jesper Fahey. The word on the street is that he’s got a steady aim that’s worth noticing. The skills he possesses could indeed be valuable, particularly in the line of work we find ourselves engaged in.

However, I must tread cautiously when it comes to individuals entangled in debts and vices. Jesper Fahey, from what I’ve heard, is no stranger to gambling. His tendency to wager recklessly has garnered quite a reputation, one that isn’t entirely favorable. The loyalty of a man buried under the weight of debts is a precarious matter. Whether his skills can outweigh the burden of his choices remains to be seen.

Your perspective on recruits is valued, and I’ll certainly keep a watchful eye on Fahey. I trust your judgment, and I’m willing to entertain the possibility. In the midst of all this, remember that your return is anticipated and your presence missed.

Return safely,

K.B.

8th letter

Y/N,

Do you remember Jesper? It’s almost comical how, after discussing him in my last letter, fate seemed to conspire to validate our conversation. Not long after I sent those words to you, I found myself intervening to prevent Jesper from getting himself thoroughly thrashed due to his gambling debts.

I hope I’ve made the right call by extending a hand to Jesper. It’s a calculated risk, one that I’m hoping will pan out in our favor. There’s potential there, no doubt, but potential doesn’t always translate into reliability.

This letter is short, I know, but I will tell you more about it when you come back.

Stay safe,

K.B

9th letter

Y/n,

It’s been days since your last communication, and the weight of uncertainty presses heavily on me. The quiet absence of your presence has stirred an unease I’m not accustomed to.

I’ve seen you handle insane odds, and I know you’re more than capable. But here I am. My mind keeps wandering to places I’d rather it not go, imagining scenarios that could have unfolded, and none of them are sitting well with me.

I hope that this silence is a result of strategic detachment, that you’re immersed in the intricacies of the job and haven’t had a moment to spare for correspondence.

I’m not accustomed to this vulnerability, nor do I care for it. Yet, here I am, plagued by the absence of information. I ask you, if you’re able, to dispel this uncertainty. A simple message, a token of reassurance – anything to quell this rising tide of apprehension.

I await word from you with an intensity I hadn’t thought possible. May it come soon.

Expectantly,

K.B

10th letter

Y/N,

I received the coat you sent, and I must admit, it's a rare occasion when I'm at a loss for words. It's unlike anything I would've chosen for myself, yet somehow, it feels surprisingly fitting. I can't deny its utility either – I appreciate it.

Jesper and Nina have managed to cultivate a special talent for driving me to the brink of exasperation. Their camaraderie is both amusing and bewildering, a chaotic symphony that I'm still attempting to decipher.

Today was no different. Jesper's antics at the club bordered on audacious, and Nina's unbridled laughter was enough to turn heads in our direction. As I tried to navigate the sea of chaos they create, I found myself, unusually, yearning for a return to some semblance of normalcy.

I must confess, the prospect of your return holds an allure I hadn't anticipated. There's a steadiness in your presence, an understanding that's often a rare commodity in these tumultuous times. The chaos, the hustle – they feel more manageable when you're around.

Till then, I'll persevere in the sea of antics that Jesper and Nina stir up, counting down the days until your return.

Until then,

Kaz

11th letter

Y/N,

Your mention of the jurda parem caught my attention, no doubt about it. It’s a name that carries weight, and I’ve got a feeling we’re treading on some dangerous ground here. It’s the kind of thing that’s best left untouched until we’ve got a better handle on what it entails.

Listen, I won’t preach, but I’ve got to say it – be careful and keep an eye out for trouble. The city’s not known for being kind to those who don’t tread carefully, and I’d hate to see you caught in something you didn’t see coming.

I’ve got a job for you. One that’s right up your alley. It’s always better discussing these things face to face, so when you can, make your way back. The sooner, the better.

Until then,

Kaz

12th letter

Y/N,

I’ve never been one for words, as you well know. My tongue seems to have a mind of its own, often saying the wrong things at the wrong time. And when it comes to matters like these, I’ve found that my eloquence takes a swift exit.

So, here I am, writing this letter in hopes that the words come out right, that they somehow capture what I’m feeling. I’ve spent years navigating the intricacies of this city, and yet the complexities of my own emotions have managed to elude me.

I’ve always valued our connection, from those early days of childhood mischief to the present. You’ve been a constant in my life, someone whose presence brings a sense of order to the chaos that surrounds us. And somewhere along the way, that bond transformed into something deeper, something I’ve been grappling with.

I find myself wanting to say more, to articulate the thoughts that remain half-formed in my mind. But it’s difficult, Y/N, and this letter might be the best I can manage.

What I’m trying to say is that you’ve become more than a friend, more than a partner in crime. There’s a depth to my feelings that I’m only beginning to understand. And if I’m being truly honest, I’d like to explore where this path might lead.

I understand if you need time, if my sudden candor is a lot to process. But I wanted to put these thoughts down, to let you know where my heart is at. And if you’re open to it, if you’ve felt even a fraction of what I’ve been feeling, then maybe we can navigate this new terrain together.

Kaz.

Second note

I’d like to explore where this path might lead too.

Love, y/n!

13th letter

Y/N,

I can't thank you enough for stepping in when I couldn't. I hope the contractor in Lij wasn’t hard to handle.

Now, I have a proposal of a different kind. How about we put our skills to use in a more relaxed setting? I'd like to take you out to dinner. No heists, no secret dealings, just you and me, navigating the menu instead of the back alleys.

I've made reservations for us at a place that's a bit more reputable than the Barrel's taverns. Consider it a step toward normalcy, a chance to enjoy an evening without looking over our shoulders.

Looking forward to your return,

Kaz

14th letter

Dear Y/N,

Your letter reached me, and I've got to say, the way you put it into words – how much you miss me – it hits home. The distance is a constant reminder of the warmth I've grown accustomed to, and I find myself missing you more than I thought possible.

This job is driving me insane, and my thoughts often wander back to Ketterdam, back to you. It's like a pull, a magnetic force that tugs me back to the life we've been building together.

I bought something with me – a box of those chocolates you can't seem to get enough of. The catch? I'm hoping they survive the journey and don't turn into a gooey mess.

I want you to know that with every sunrise and sunset that passes, I'm getting more restless to return to the city that's been our canvas, our backdrop. Until then, my thoughts are with you, and I'm eagerly counting down the days until I can wrap my arms around you again.

With all my longing,

Kaz

3rd note

I apologize, it seems the chocolates didn’t fare too well. I hope they’re still somewhat salvageable and that they manage to satisfy your sweet tooth.

- Kaz

15th letter

Dear Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you on the mend, wrapped in warmth and taking good care of yourself. It pains me to know you're unwell while I'm away, unable to offer even the smallest comfort.

My love, get well soon. I miss your laughter, your presence – they're a part of my life I can't bear to be without for long. The distance feels heavier when I know you're not well.

Today, during the heist, I saw a small brown cat with delicate white spots. The sight of it was like a reminder of simpler times, of moments when things were less complex. It stirred memories of my old cat "Spots," whose antics used to provide a reprieve from the realities of the Barrel.

As I look around, I find myself yearning for the day when I'll return to Ketterdam. Until then, my thoughts are with you, my love. Rest well, recover soon, and know that I will be there soon.

With all my affection,

Kaz

16th letter

Dearest Y/N,

There are times in life when words are inadequate, when even the most eloquent phrases fall short of capturing the depth of one's emotions. Today is one such day, and I find myself grappling with a sentiment that defies my usual precision.

I love you, Y/N. There, I've said it, though the words seem almost insufficient to convey the weight of my feelings. You've woven your presence into the very fabric of my being, and I find that I'm navigating uncharted territory, stumbling upon emotions that have long remained dormant.

In a world marked by uncertainties, you've become my constant, the one I turn to when the winds of the Barrel grow fierce. I cherish our bond, our shared history, and the future we're forging together.

As the days pass, my conviction only grows stronger. You've touched a part of me I thought was unreachable, and I find myself grateful for the warmth you've brought into my life.

Love,

Kaz

4th note

I love you too, more than words can express.

- Love, y/n!

17th letter

My Love,

I've stumbled upon something while on my trip to Lij, a revelation that caught me by surprise. My old house is up for sale. I confess, it's a notion that's been hovering in the back of my mind, a possibility I've been toying with.

And then, as if fate had a hand to play, it occurred to me – what if we made it our own? Y/N, would you consider it? The thought of creating new memories in a space that's intertwined with my past is something that holds a certain allure. A place where we could carve out our own sanctuary, away from the schemes and chaos that surround us.

If this notion speaks to you, let me know. It's a step I'd only take with you, a shared decision that would mark a new chapter in our journey together.

Love,

Kaz

18th letter

This is to certify that Y/N L/N and Kaz Brekker is (are) now registered as the absolute proprietor(s) of the land comprised in the above-mentioned title, subject to the entries in the register relating to the land and to such of the overriding interests set out in section 30 of the Registered Land Act as may for the time being subsist and affect the land.

Kaz Brekker __________

19th letter

My love Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you in good spirits, even though I’m far away in Shu Han. I wanted to share something with you – I stumbled upon the perfect dining table. It’s a piece that seems to embody the essence of what we’ve built together, a symbol of the life we’re crafting, even from a distance.

As I stand here, thousands of miles away, my thoughts are never far from Ketterdam, from you. Every corner of the city is a reminder of our shared journey, of the future we’re molding. And with every passing day, I find myself longing to return, to be by your side again.

The plans we’ve made, the dreams we’ve spun – they’re a driving force, propelling me forward through the challenges that Shu Han presents. I promise you, Y/N, I’ll be back soon enough.

Until then, know that you’re in my thoughts, my heart, every moment of the day.

With all my affection,

Kaz

20th letter

Love,

I’ve come across some interesting information that might be of use to you. It seems that there’s a rumor circulating about a certain merchant in the Fifth Harbor. This merchant, it’s said, has been trying to make deals with both the Merchants Council and the Whitecrows, something that has my interest piqued.

I’ve also managed to uncover some details about a potential source of counterfeit currency that might be making its way into the hands of certain unsavory individuals. The source, surprisingly, seems to be tied to a printing press hidden away in the Barrel. It’s a curious development, one that could have far-reaching consequences.

And finally, I’ve received word that a shipment of goods has gone missing from a storage warehouse near the docks. This might not seem significant at first glance, but it’s the timing that intrigues me. A missing shipment, coupled with the merchant’s deals and the counterfeit currency – it’s all connected, I’m certain of it.

Stay vigilant, stay cautious. And know that even in the midst of our separate tasks, you’re in my thoughts.

I miss you, and I love you.

Love,

Kaz

21st letter

Y/N,

Listen to me, and listen carefully. You need to come back to Ketterdam, now. What you walked into, it was a trap – calculated, deliberate. I can’t explain it all in this letter, but trust me when I say your safety is in jeopardy.

I don’t care what you’re in the middle of, what plan you’re executing – drop it, and make your way back. I can���t lose you, not now, not like this. The threat is real, and the longer you stay where you are, the more danger you’re in.

I’m begging you, Y/N, hurry back. We can sort through the details, I’ll explain everything, but right now, all that matters is your safety. Don’t delay, don’t second-guess. Just come back.

Kaz

22nd letter

Love,

I’m pleading with you, begging you to reach out, to let me know you’re safe. This silence, it’s a torment I can’t bear. Every thought is tinged with worry, and I find myself grappling with scenarios that are far too grim.

I don’t care about the details, the reasons – they pale in comparison to my overwhelming need to know you’re okay. We’ve faced down darkness together, navigated treacherous waters, and I can’t accept the idea of you being lost in the midst of it all.

Please, Y/N, come back to Ketterdam. If you’re reading this, if you’re anywhere, find a way to let me know you’re alive. I’ll make sense of the rest later. Just, my love, come back to me.

Kaz

23rd letter

Y/N,

I can’t wait any longer. The silence is a weight on my chest, a suffocating reminder of the unknown. I’ve agonized, I’ve begged, and still, there’s no word from you. It’s time I take matters into my own hands.

Please, hold on. I’m coming. I hope you’re okay, I hope you’re just out of reach, waiting for me to catch up. It’s a risk I have to take.

I love you.

Stay strong, my love. I’m on my way.

24th letter

My Dearest Y/N,

It's been a week since you left us, a week of darkness and aching emptiness that nothing can fill. I know you won't get this letter, that these words will remain suspended in the void, but I find myself needing to put them down, needing to release the feelings that have taken hold of me.

The pain is suffocating, a weight that's settled into my bones. I still can't grasp the reality, can't accept that you're gone, that your light has been extinguished. It's a void that stretches beyond comprehension, a void I'm stumbling through.

The memories are a double-edged sword. They're a balm, a reminder of the moments we shared, of your laughter, your warmth. But they're also a blade, a reminder of what's been taken from us, of the future that was stolen away.

I want you to know, even though you'll never read these words – I love you. I always have, and I always will. You were more than a partner, more than a confidant. You were my anchor, my solace, my reason to keep pushing forward.

It's impossible to fathom life without you, Y/N. Your absence leaves a void that can never be filled. I can only hope that wherever you are, you're at peace, free from the pain that's gripped my heart.

Until we meet again, my love,

Kaz

25th letter

My dearest Y/N,

Six months have passed, and the ache of your absence has only deepened. The city, our city, is a different place without you. The crows, the ones you brought together, are slowly finding their separate paths, their separate destinies. It's as if the world itself is reshaping in your absence.

I found the little box where you kept all those letters. Your letters, my words – I'm surprised, in a way, that you kept them all. It's a piece of you that I'll treasure forever.

It's in these moments of solitude that I find myself yearning for your presence the most. Your laughter, your insights – they're still very much alive in my memories, and they continue to guide me through the labyrinthine twists of this world.

I miss you, Y/N. More than words can say. The void you left behind is as vast as the Barrel itself, and there's a hollowness that's impossible to fill. I can only hope that, wherever you are, you've found the peace that eluded you in life.

Until the next time we meet, my love,

Kaz

26th letter

My Dearest Y/N,

Time has continued its relentless march, and two years have slipped through my grasp since you left us. The city, once our canvas, has taken on a different hue, a different weight. The crows have scattered, their paths diverging, and the life we built together feels like a distant memory.

I wanted to share something with you – I've made a decision about the house, the one that once held the echoes of our shared history. It's a decision born out of the reality that without you, it's ceased to be a home. The walls, the rooms – they're empty without your presence, and it's a stark reminder of what's been lost.

Putting it up for sale again, it's not just about letting go of a physical space. It's about acknowledging that our time together, our shared moments, live on in memories, not in bricks and mortar. I carry you with me, always, but it's time to release the hold the house had on me.

Life continues to move forward, though it's a path I tread with a shadow that can never be dispelled. I hope, wherever you are, you've found the peace that eluded you in life. And I hope, wherever I am, you're watching over me, your presence a guiding light through the darkness.

With a heart full of love,

Kaz

27th letter

My dearest,

It's been almost three years, and some days it feels like it was just yesterday when I last saw you. I miss you, fuck, I miss you so much. It's like this gaping hole, this emptiness that can't be filled. No matter how many schemes I plan, no matter how many crows I put to work, it's like there's this void that's always there.

I was gonna do it, you know? I was gonna ask you. I got this ring, this small little thing that I bought just a month before you fucking died. It's funny, you know, I never thought I'd be the one to feel this way, to want something that much, to want to stake a claim in this shithole of a world.

But I guess that's what you did to me. You turned this cold, calculating schemer into someone who wanted more, who wanted you. I'm sorry I didn't ask you sooner, that I waited, that I let time slip through my fingers like sand. I'm sorry I couldn't be the one you deserved.

You were my light, Y/N. You shined a light into my darkest corners, and now that you're gone, it's like the shadows have returned with a vengeance. I need you, I need you so fucking much it's like a knife in my gut every damn day.

I don't know where you are, what's out there after this life, but I hope you're somewhere better. I hope you're at peace, and I hope you know that I'm here, waiting in this shithole, missing you every fucking day.

I love you, Y/N. I love you so fucking much it hurts. And I wish... I wish I could've showed it more when you were still here.

With all my shattered pieces,

Kaz

28th letter

Deer Y/N,

This will be the last letter I write to you, and as I put pen to paper, I’m filled with a mixture of emotions that words could never truly capture. The passage of time has been unkind, separating us by years that have felt both fleeting and eternal.

It’s strange, the way grief works. It’s a steady ache that never truly fades, an ache I’ve grown accustomed to carrying. There’s an emptiness in my heart that’s become a part of me, a void that can never be filled by anyone or anything else.

I’ve learned to navigate this world without you, though it’s been a journey fraught with challenges and moments of unbearable pain. There’s a longing, a yearning, that can never be quenched. You were my constant, the force that kept me grounded, and now that you’re gone, there’s a piece of me that will forever remain incomplete.

As time marches on, I find myself grappling with a heartbreaking reality – the sound of your voice is fading from my memory. The way you felt, the touch of your hand in mine, it’s becoming harder to recall. It’s as though the vibrant details of your presence are slipping through my fingers, leaving behind a hazy impression.

And oh, Y/N, the thought that your laughter will never again reach my ears, it’s a pain that reverberates through my very being. Your face, once etched in my mind with unparalleled clarity, is beginning to blur around the edges. The little details that I once treasured, the nuances that made you uniquely you, they’re slipping away, like grains of sand carried by the wind.

I love you, Y/N. Those words have become a mantra, a whispered refrain that echoes in the corners of my mind. I carry your memory with me, every step of the way, and I hold onto the hope that, wherever you are, you’ve found the peace that eluded you in life.

As I place this letter alongside the others, a part of me hopes that somehow, somewhere, you’ll receive these words, that you’ll know that you were loved, that you’re still loved, even in your absence.

I miss you, “we all misses you very much.”

Love, Kaz!

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

Given Warner Bros. Pictures Animation's recent presentations at Lightbox Expo, it seems their slate is...

THE CAT IN THE HAT (3/6/2026)

BAD FAIRIES (7/23/2027)

MARGIE CLAUS (11/05/2027)

MEET THE FLINTSTONES (TBD, possibly 2026/27)

DYNAMIC DUO (TBD, possibly 2028)

UNTITLED LOONEY TUNES FILM (TBD, possibly 2028)

THE LUNAR CHRONICLES (TBD)

OH, THE PLACES YOU'LL GO (TBD)

THING ONE AND THING TWO (TBD)

MEERKAT MANOR (TBD)

And some of those TBD films might be closer than not?

They all have directors, for starters. Some films had finished footage, others had reels and such. Sometimes just logos. Nothing from MEERKAT MANOR was shown other than the title.

Those who attended the presentation have reportedly seen footage from MEET THE FLINTSTONES, THE LUNAR CHRONICLES, and OH, THE PLACES YOU'LL GO! (Which now has two people attached, Jill Culton as director and Jon M. Chu.) The reports on FLINTSTONES indicates that it's particularly farther along, as it and its crew were announced quite some time ago. I can imagine Warner slotting it somewhere in later 2026, as their only 2026 release right now is the spring slotted CAT IN THE HAT. (Whoever blinks in that chicken game will be interesting, as CAT currently sits next to Pixar's HOPPERS.)

While it's nice to see Warner building a seemingly robust slate of different animated films, some based on their long-standing IPs and some relatively new stuff (like BAD FAIRIES), I'm still not over David Zaslav opting to lock COYOTE VS. ACME and SCOOB! HOLIDAY HAUNT away. Usually in a merger, when a leader hasn't much regard for stuff put into production before they came to the place, it's decided to quietly get that project out and move onto the next thing.

Like they were ripping a band-aid or something. When MGM acquired United Artists in 1981, the new brass seemingly saw little use for the in-production THE SECRET OF NIMH and just kinda dumped it. THE BLACK CAULDRON and THE GREAT MOUSE DETECTIVE got similar treatment from the then-new Eisner brigade at Disney. Turner Animation's CATS DON'T DANCE got left out in the cold after Turner got folded into Warner Bros.

A very "we didn't make it, it doesn't fit our agenda going forward" mindset...

But the Zas cranked that up to 11, and just straight up said "Nope, you can't even SEE these movies."

This 2028 "Super Secret" Looney Tunes movie is basically Zaslav-Warner's way of saying "This is OUR Looney Tunes initiative going forward, and ACME, DAY THE EARTH BLEW UP, and BYE BYE BUNNY! didn't fit that." You coulda still at least released them, though.

I'll still support a new Looney Tunes movie, as I would hate for this film to also get scrapped towards the end of its completion and made into an unreleasable "tax write-off". I extend that to any Warner movie, given how the Zas just straight up did that to not only two Warner animated movies, but also BATGIRL, and a TV show like FINAL SPACE... And it seemed like the new SALEM'S LOT almost got black-holed, too, but miraculously made it out alive. It just feels weird, because it didn't have to go down that way at all.

So yeah... Looks like they have a ton of stuff in the works now, and a clear road ahead. Hopefully. Some of this stuff sounds like it could be a lot of fun, especially DYNAMIC DUO and BAD FAIRIES.

[jillsandwhichs]

Heart on my sleeve

A Valenfield Story, Chapter 4, Bonding

Masterlist

Pairing: Jill Valentine & Chris Redfield

Summary: It is now Wednesday. It has been a couple days since their jog and breakfast. Since then, they've grown closer. Today, Chris trains her in marksmanship.

WC: 3.2k

Type: SFW

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you. Art Creds is unknown so please comment if yk who made it, thanks

Art Creds: AC

The office was more upbeat today than usual. The radio set on the spare desk was playing some funky tunes, enlightening everyone's moods. People in the office seemed more chatty too but also actually did their work properly. Even Captain Wesker of all people seemed giddy. Maybe the weather, considering it isn't snowing today, is having some sort of positive effect on everyone today.

For Jill, that is the case.

She woke up bright and early and was ready to conquer the day from the beginning.

Ever since her jog with Chris, she's been a happy girl. She doesn't really know nor understand but being around Chris does something to her. It uplifts her spirits completely. There's just something about him, something that draws her to him. Chris is a great guy so far.

Currently, Jill & Chris are at their assigned desks, doing whatever boring & plain work Albert gave to them. Jill was already almost finished, she doesn't know about Chris though. He definitely tends to work a tad bit slower than her; That isn't an issue though. She just likes to talk to him a lot and when he's busy, it's hard to refrain herself but she's getting better.

Every so often, Jill would steal a glance at Chris. He is quite attractive. She really enjoys being around him. He makes work life a billion times easier.

Until she's done though, and he as well, she'll leave him be. They have work to do.

-

It didn't take Jill long, as she presumed.

Chris is still working though, but also making conversation. He is a much better multitasker than she is.

"Her new motorcycle is totally rad, maybe if I ever learn, she'll let me take it for a spin." "Maybe so." Jill chuckled, hearing Chris rave about Claire's new motorcycle she revamped and remodeled. So far, Jill knows quite a bit about Claire and one of the things she's aware of is the fact she's big on motorcycles. The girl can practically build them up from scratch; It is very cool.

"Do you have any plans for the weekend?" "Not necessarily-no. I was thinking about doing some book shopping, I've read literally everything on my bookshelf." "Ha, course you have. I plan on seeing that new comedy with my sister, hopefully it's good. Also, hey, you heard about the event happening not this weekend, but next?" Event? What event? "Uhm, no, I haven't. What is it?" Jill asked Chris. "Every year, the R.P.D hosts thing anniversary event. It just celebrates each year this place has been established as a Police Department." "Ah neat."

Jill heard somewhat about this.

Each year, it's this big party.

Food, drinks, dancing, meetings and more! It's hosted primarily in the main hall of the department but workers can go just about anywhere. Workers are also required to attend, it brings bad reputation if someone doesn't show up.

"What day is it and what time is it?" "It's Friday evening, starts at five and lasts til eight." "Makes sense. Cool, sounds like a plan." "Yeah." Chris replied.

Jill will definitely have to rummage through her formal wear. She doesn't own a lot. Rarely has she ever had to attend a fancy event such as this. It could be fun though, playing some dress up!

"I'll let you finish your work, Chris." "Alright but y'know I enjoy talking to you while working." He snickered. "Oh I know, but get your stuff done." Jill giggled. To pass the time, she'll finish re-reading one of her favorite books-The Shining.

-

She was only able to read about four chapters until she was stopped by Captain Wesker who needed to ask Chris a favour.

"So, as you know, Jill needs some training in marksmanship. She told me all about how it's something she wants to improve on and considering you're the best we've got, how about you give her some lessons?" Albert asked Chris. Chris nodded, his lips curved, "For sure. Just tell me a time." "Now. The range in the basement is already prepped." "Oh, okay. Yeah, sure. Jill, you want to right now?" You were surprised by how quickly Captain Wesker bounced into action with this.

When she initially brought her problems with firearms to Wesker, she assumed he'd train her personally or give her times to practice alone. What she didn't expect was that Chris would be the one helping her. It is a happy surprise!

You've also never been in the basement area of the department yet, you're excited to slightly be able to explore.

"Alright then, you two have til two in the afternoon, then you both better be back here." "Yes Sir." Chris then stood up, pushed his chair in and began to lead the way. Jill followed behind him, knowing he'll be able to get the two of them there.

Exiting the S.T.A.R.S office, Jill stood right beside Chris as he led the way. The hallway felt cold-Jill couldn't help but shiver. The entire Police Department has been cold lately. It is that time of year so... "Do you train in the basement often?" "Here and there. I prefer actual shooting ranges but it'll do." Jill wasn't aware of the fact Chris was such a sharp shooter. This is news to her. It's actually nice to know. Jill enjoys learning about Chris, he's great.

"Now how is it that you graduated from a Delta training course and yet, firearms are a weakness for you?" "Well, they aren't necessarily a weakness of mine. I'm good with them. My issue is-I want to improve. I wanna know different tricks and strategies. That's all." "I'll be able to help, no worries."

He is reassuring.

They both jogged down the large, wooden staircase. It's long. It always makes Jill out of breath, comically. "You'll also be able to see the dogs down in the basement. They're locked up but they're cute." "Oh I'm sure." The department has an entire unit of dogs. There are many upon many. Sometimes, while working, you can hear them barking and howling. While they are trained, they are still dogs and will be a nuisance sometimes.

Any time the two of them walked past someone, they said hi to Chris or they nodded their heads at one another.

Honestly, it makes Jill feel like she doesn't fit in. Chris knows literally everyone. She is still new though, it'll take time. At least she's had the time to bond with each S.T.A.R.S member-they are all the kindest of souls. Within time, she hopes to make more friends, especially with other women. She swears half of the workers are men and that's why the building has a musty odor sometimes...

"Is there a specific firearm you'd like to start off with?" "Definitely just a handgun of some sort, nothing too major yet." "Gotcha, I have a whole set down there that you can take a look at and decide which to use." "Awesome." It's good to know Chris is prepared.

In a way, Jill is nervous. She doesn't want to appear as a fool. She understands this is training and therefore, she won't be perfect but still, she doesn't want to make an embarassment of herself, especially in front of Chris. He is so cool. To be made a fool with him is a fear.

Walking through a wooden door, Chris held it open for her. This made Jill slightly blush. "What a gentleman." She teased. "Mm, I try." He snickered. Getting a glimpse of his jolly face, Jill couldn't help but admire him. He has this permant stoic look to him but in a way, it's also such a soft, touching gaze. She has caught onto the fact he tends to only have it when they're together but maybe that's just a coincidence.

They entered the Main Hall and had Tom check out. Here at the R.P.D, if you're headed somewhere that your unit doesn't usually attend to, the front desk lady must be told so she can file it down. In this case, two S.T.A.R.S members will be going down to the shooting station in the basement.

"Hey Brandy. Me and Jill are going down to the basement for some extra training, make sure to tab that, yeah?" "Sure thing, be back before two." That's a rule; You can only spend a certain amount of time away from your assigned role.

"Are we close to the basement?" "Yep, we just head East and near the break room, down the stairs and through the parking garage. We'll be there shortly."

Jill hasn't been to this side of the station yet.

Surprisingly, it was much cleaner. Through the blinded windows, Jill could see different men and a singular woman at work. The East office was meant for lower class officers and researchers but they still do their job well-the R.P.D wouldn't be able to run without them. Jill was just appalled by it's pristineness. Eventually, they reached the break room area and the staircase.

This area had an ominous feel to it. It was dark-gloomy. It seemed to be deserted. "Is this section used often?" "Here and there. It's mainly used by the dog keepers, they go in and out a lot." Jill nodded in response. Who knew you could feel unsafe in a Police Department.

They slowly made their way down the steps, each one creaking beneath them. It was cold in the garage, very cold. Jill felt shivers, multiple, slither down her spine. "You okay?" "Mhm, it's just a bit chilly." "I may have a jacket in my locker, you can have it." He is so kind, very thoughtful. The garage was large. It was packed to an extent, squad cars & vans scattered around the cemented establishment.

There were multiple doors on each side of the garage as well, some of them being accommodated by an electronic lock on them-very techy. "I got a key card, no worries." Chris stated. Jill followed directly behind him.

Just through the door and another, they were in the shooting range. The two of them being completely alone now. It was a bit echoey, not a lot being in the grey tinted room. The light was buzzing as well, it was quite agitating but Jill was able to ignore it well enough. It was colder in here though than it was out there. "Here." Chris grunted, opening up his locker and tossing her his black jacket-it was warm and soft. "Thanks." "Anything for you." He hummed in reply.

Jill giggled.

Slipping the jacket on, she watched as Chris began to click open a black, hard, plastic box. It looked heavy too and it was loud, the entire room being filled with the clanking of it. "What's in there?" "The best of the best handguns you could ever imagine." Chris chuckled, "They are radical." He added on. Him and his funny terms-it's cute.

"Are you really the only person who uses this place?" "Just about. I know some dude named Kevin does but I rarely ever see him." "Okay." Jill nodded, glancing at the range itself. It was set up neatly, great for training. "Ready whenever you are, by the way." "Yeah, sure. I just have a few questions first?" "Sure. Shoot." Chris took a seat on one of the metal chairs and patted the one beside him. With a giggle, Jill ambled to it and sat down, crossing one leg over the other.

"Firstly, how should we train or rather, how do you plan to train me?" "Well, I'm gonna show you the basics of the gun, some positionings with your body and more specifically your hands and I'll let you take a shot at the range itself. Deal?" "Yeah, deal." Jill smiled. That was a great set-up. She doesn't feel as timid about this all anymore either. If anything, she's pumped. The adrenaline is getting to her surely.

He pulled out an all black handgun, it looked fancy as hell. "What is that, what's it called?" "It's a Beretta, pretty basic but smooth and fast paced-perfect for you." "Ah, nice." Jill whistled as she took it from it.

In hand, it felt nice. She's picky with her weapons and this fit well. "Want to practice with this handgun first?" "Sure." They both stood up and picked out a random lane. Chris stood behind Jill and watched as she analyzed the gun. "It is loaded and the safety is one, don't worry. I assume you know how to turn the safety off?" "Yes, I do." "Good. Would've been odd if you didn't." They both had a laugh.

"Did you have another question?" "Just one more. If this training session ends well, can we do another?" Jill asked him. Chris chuckled, "Yes, we can, anything for you." Such a sweetheart.

After a minute or so of getting used to the gun and everything about it, Jill was ready. "Alright, like I said, first thing is positioning. Stand straight, arms at your side." Jill listened. She kept her finger off the trigger too. Just because it's on safety mode doesn't mean you shouldn't take extra precautions. From behind her, Chris grabbed her hips, causing Jill to breathe in deeply. The touch was unexpected but she knows he's just adjusting her. "Sorry, should've gave a warning." He snickered, squeezing her waist.

Chris kept her hips straight, his hands never leaving them. "Okay, now let me see how you hold your gun. Pretend there is somebody directly in front of you-a person of danger who must be stopped." His words painted a picture in her head; Jill did exactly what he told her to do. Chris looked at her posture and positioning. She did it well, very well. "At least you won't need help with that." He teased, admiring her grip. "Glad you think so." Jill whispered, her face fierce as she looked in front of her.

"I do want to try something though." Chris stated. Still behind her, he took his hands over hers and straightened her arms out a bit more. "How does that feel? Better or more uncomfortable?" "My comfortability doesn't necessarily matter in a life or death situation." Well, she isn't wrong. "I mean, yeah, true." Chris chuckled. "I just meant for right now, I want you feeling hyped, that's all." "I am, thanks." He brought her hands down a little lower too, just a smidget though.

Not saying a word, Chris walked over and clicked a red button. In the range itself, a target flew at Jill and sat in place.

"Show me what you got." Chris stepped aside, keeping a fair distance away for his own safety.

Jill took a deep breath and began. She knew her accuracy wouldn't be perfect. Her accuracy has always ranged above average but not amazingly. She began to shoot though. The first few bullets went near the throat of the board, then two into the head. From behind her, Jill heard Chris whistle and boy, did that boost her confidence. She aimed downwards a bit more, shooting at the abdomin, hitting greatly in that entire area. "Now that's what I like to see." Chris praised. Jill brought the gun down, putting the safety on immediately.

"How was that?" "Great, your aim is good, but I can definitely help you improve further." "Good to hear." Jill responded. She was happy with his response. Knowing he thought she was good meant so much to her. "Go again but this time, the targets will be moving?" "Already? Damn, okay." "Do you not think you're ready?" "I do, I do. I just didn't think we'd be moving that fast." "You got it, you're a very smart girl." Chris set his hand on her shoulder, earning a smile from her. "Yeah." Jill had a determined tone.

Getting into stance, Jill stood back as she was and had the gun up, safety off too. Chris jogged over to the button and clicked it but also clicked another one that caused the targets to move. "Just relax and try your best, you got this." Chris said softly, backing up and crossing his arms. Jill let out a sigh. She was going to do as best as she can whilst trying not to embarrass herself.

The first couple shots were a bit more on the uneven side, hitting the neck line and in random chest spots. It was hard, truly, but this is what you have to train for when working in this field. Jill did this exact course when training for the Delta Force. She's still so appalled by the fact she graduated it-she's truly skilled.

She actually got a few headshots and one in the heart-she was improving by the second.

"Just a few more." Chris shouted over the sound of gunshots and the targets flying around. Jill heard him though and was eager to finish up this set to possibly start another one.

The last target was perfect-right in the brain. She did well but there's always room for improvement and that's why she is here. All of the loud noise dissipated and Jill turned the safety on the Beretta, setting it down on the counter. "Nicely done, you did great." "Thank you. Any possible tips?" "Just one. Make sure you don't look around everywhere. I know multiple boards moving at once can be stressful but you can't get distracted-focus is key." "Got it." "Atta girl." Chris smirked, picking up the gun and putting it back in the case.

Jill crossed her arms and admired the little range. It was cozy, in a way? Maybe that is just because she's alone in here with Chris. Jill sat down on the metal chair again, her leg tossed over the other as she let out a huff. "Everything alright?" "Yeah! Of course! My ears a ringing a little." She chuckled. "Ah, yeah. Next time I'll give you proper muffs and glasses, I totally forgot." Chris laughed, sitting beside her.

The two sat in silence momentarily. Jill felt at peace, hopefully Chris too.

"Thank you for training me." "Yeah, yeah, anytime." Chris nodded, leaning back a bit. "I just really appreciate it." Jill expressed. "Anything for you." "You always say that." Jill tittered, gazing at him. "Yeah well, I mean it. You deserve anything you desire." That made Jill feel all warm on the inside. "I do?" "Mhm, you do." Chris hummed. That meant a lot. To Jill, she often feels worthless and undeserving of really anything. To know Chris feels differently and views her as a positive asset, it means so much.

It felt a bit awkward after that exchange. It feels like there is some unsolved tension between them. Not bad tension necessarily, moreso words that haven't been said yet. Jill hopes it goes away soon.

"What do you say we go for another round?" "Oh definitely, I wanna practice as much as I can." "Good."

Chris stood up and got out a different handgun.

"Here." He handed it to her.

"Let's get to it."

[daisywords]

Hi Daisy! Your blog and the way you write give me such nice and peaceful feeling :)

How did you get into editing? I've been currently thinking about it and you said in your pinned intro that "you did go to school for this", so I'm curious to learn a bit more from your process.

Weirdly, editing is so much fun for me, I have to stop myself when I'm drafting. So yeah, how has been your experience working with it so far?

Sorry, this might be a bit too long? Hopefully you can shine some light on those questions, thank you!

Hi!

(1) Thank you!

(2) I'll elaborate a little on my current situation + how I got here on the chance that something might be useful:

I'm still pretty early in my career journey, but currently I work full time on the editing team at a research organization. Eventually I'd like to move to freelance work and/or lean more into the book publishing side of things (I get to work with books sometimes, but not like. fun ones) but for now I'm getting experience/building up savings etc.

I don't think it's very common, but the university I attended had a linguistics-based program specifically for editing, mostly focused on copyediting (whereas a lot of editors come from an English/journalism background).

This program plus a couple internships I did* worked out for me in terms of coming out with some specific skills/experience already under my belt, which I used to get hired at my current job. (for example, a lot of copyediting roles using editing tests in the hiring process, and I had already done very similar editing tests at school).

If you're more interested in the world of fiction publishing and such, or freelancing/contract work (which is a big percentage of editing work), I'm not really a great person to ask, since I have a very loose grasp on how all of that works. (Hoping to figure more of that out in the next few years).

I have done various levels of editing for a few different books—jobs which I got through personal connections and circumstances. Frm my understanding, a lot of freelance work comes from more word-of-mouth networking, though there are some services that people use like Reedsy. Right now I'm tentatively planning on starting a few freelance projects here and there and trying to slowly build up my clientele until I can one day transition to doing that full time, but we'll see. Right now it's nice to have a stable income and health coverage and stuff, and be able to save a little, since I finished school with basically zero dollars.

*one at a small publishing house and another with my university's editing service for the faculty

(3) Editing is so fun! Sometimes it sucks, but it's also fun. I'm one of those nerds that finds grammar and usage really interesting, so even though a lot of what I do at work is delete commas in some places and add them in others, it's still interesting to me.

I also like the more developmental/structural side of editing, though I have less experience doing that. But I love starting with all the pieces already there, like clay, so to speak, and turning a piece of writing into the best version of itself.

There are some things about my current work that I don't love, of course. A lot of what I edit is more academic writing, which can get pretty dry, and often I'll find a project interesting enough the first time I read through it, but I absolutely hate it by the time I'm done. Sometimes people want things done on unrealistic timelines and I have to deal with that. etc etc.

When I'm drafting my own writing, I usually have my editing brain turned off. Sometimes I'll skim back through my own drafts and notice really obvious mistakes or things that I correct in other people's writing in my sleep. I don't tend to spend a lot of time reworking things as I go, maybe because I keep the editing process pretty compartmentalized in my head.

Anyway that's a lot of rambling from me. Hopefully at least some of that answered your questions.

Nice to "meet" you!

[parksprout]

Sprout Journal 11/10/24

Hey tumblr friends!! I am feeling so much better today than I was yesterday. I'm hoping that yesterday was a bit of an outlier. The feelings I had were a combination of yearning and mourning, a continued sense of loss from partner and a desire to be something with them again. But.. I was being a little bit outrageous. The thing that triggered it all was silly and mundane, and truthfully I'm more than a little disappointed that I didn't stop for a moment and choose one of my multitude of ways to comfort myself rather than just tweaking out. Either way, last night and into this morning I started feeling a lot better. Not the least of which was a really important conversation with The Bnuuy - hopefully one of the last serious ones we have to have. We both laid out some more feelings, concerns about what a return to a relationship might look like, and a continued conversation about what to expect from each other. I think that... I'm feeling a lot better about being their bestie now because of those talks. I still am yearning!!! But hopefully I'll be able to keep myself calm by remembering that.. I am still a flawed person who has suddenly been thrust into the need to grow again, and it's okay to take time to adapt. I need to forgive myself for slipping up sometimes, these moments of pain are new to me, too. Today was a really fun day actually! It was my best friend's (not my like.. former partner The Bnuuy best friend like my other bestie) sisters borthday today! I've known them all for like a decade+ so I get invited to their bday outings and today I was actually able to attend for once!! They picked me up around three and we headed out to an anime themed restaurant in a mall about 55 miles from our hometown! It was a really fun time honestly. We laughed so much on the road and truthfully I felt like part of their family, they are such magical people it's crazzyyyy. I got myself some katsu chicken on rice and a little cutesy drink flavored like raspberries!! After the restaurant we went to an arcade and played a bunch of games :D we mostly did claw machines alskdjfaskjdf I got my friends sibling a Sasuke plush from one of the machines WHICH WAS AWESOME EBCAUSE I HAVE NEVER WON A CLAW GAME BEFORE!!!! We had a ton of fun there. After that, we hopped back into the car and went to a UDF for some ice cream :3 I got a cone of caramel swirl that I had to put into a bowl because they gave me too much and it was melting everywhere alkjsdfaskdf it was so tasty though!!! That pretty much concluded the night, it was so fun but sorta exhausting!!! Tomorrow morning I have my first doctors appointment in like a decade. I'm sorta nervous!! It feels weird finally breaking out of the weirdly anti-medical "because it's too expensive" attitude of my dad and actually taking care of myself now. I have this checkup tomorrow and then later in the month I have an eye doctor appointment that I think will probably result in me getting glasses. Anyways I feel like I could've shared more details but the issue with these journals is that I get soooooo tired so fast at night and I'm typing them when I've got the least energy. Maybe I'll switch to typing them the next morning about the previous day at some point? Probably not. I love you all! Goodnight tumblr! Thank you for listening <3

[justsoohi]

suntan SUMMER

Colorful good job/Episode 3

<the next day>

Sora: HaHa~♪ Hello! Sora is doing well today☆

Niki: Hello the~re, Harukawa-kun. You're doing good today.

Sora: hm~? Ryori-oniisan you give a delightful "color"?

Niki: You figured it very well! Actually, just a moment ago, I was informed that the package I ordered had been shipped♪

What do you mean by "color" anyway?

Sora: Yes. Sora can see more colors than others.

Ryori-oniisan is always overflowing with bright colors~. It's really fun to watch~!!

Niki: He~h, that's interesting. Do the dishes I make look even more colorful?

Kuro: Oh, am I the last one? Did I keep you waiting?

Niki: Nah, you made it on time for the meeting, so it's okay.

Kuro: Sorry. Now that we have all the members, let's start discussing the plan for the consolation party.

Sora: HiHi~! For today's sake, Sora asked the staff-san!

Niki: Harukawa-kun, you did a lot of things didn't you?

Sora: Yes!! It's been fun to hear all kinds of stories. Sora have put together some materials, would you mind taking a look?

Kuro: Let's see... as i imagined it, a lot of people say they don't know if they'll be able to attend because they're too busy with work.

Sora: It would be sad if no one came, even though we went to great lengths to hold it.

Kuro: Hopefully we can hold it at a time when as many people as possible can stop by...

Niki: Then how about when everyone's work is over? You did a good jop kind of day?

Sora: Ah... but sora have heard that it's a problem if it's too late. Everyone's circumstances are different after work, and he want to respect their privacy.

Niki: Oh~, that's true. If it were me, I'd totally join in if I could eat delicious food.

Kuro: Then how about holding it around noon?

Normally, they'd go to the company cafeteria or "Cinnamon", but at the day of the party, they'd have a nice dinner and refresh themselves

Sora: HuHu~, that's a good idea! Then it won't get in the way of the staff's work~♪

Niki: In that case, it would be better if the venue was closer to ES. If it doesn't take long to get around, people will likely come to visit.

Kuro: Ah. Somewhere in ES... what about a large conference room or a resting room?

Niki: If it's half-sized big, it's likely to be crowded with people.

Sora: If that happens, it won't be refreshing~?

Niki: It would be nice if it were a little more open. Do you have any suggestions in the materials you have prepared?

Sora: Hm~. A place where it's okay to have a lot of people and where is big enough to hold them....

Ah, what about the Sky Garden? Since it's outdoors, it doesn't seem cramped even when people gather!

Kuro: I see. There is a certain amount of space, and it's not bad

We've got an idea for the venue, so next is the food...

Niki: Yes yes! I've come up with a few budget-friendly menus for you to look at.

Kuro: We're going to make the food in advance and bring it to the hanging gardens, right?

Niki: Of course. It is necessary to prepare in advance, but it is not impossible to take an order and make it on the spot

I think "Cinnamon" has a mobile food stand, so I'll ask them to let me rent it♪

Sora: A Food stand? It's like a festival, so much fun~ !

Kuro: Harukawa seems to be interested, too, so let's go ahead and rent that stand and make dinner.

Niki: Understood! Even as a chef, I want you to eat freshly made food.

Kuro: When it comes to cooking, Shiina is there, so I feel safe♪

Niki: Of course, I want you to leave it to me! After all, kiryu-kun, you're good at cooking, right?

We've been cooking together a few times as part of our club activities, and it's been a huge help to me that you're so skillful

Kuro: Not as good as a professional chef. How about you, Harukawa? Do you usually make meals?

Sora: Nope, sora doesn't cook much. Sometimesl he just helps someone else cook.

Kuro: If you don't want to do that much, then maybe an easy-to-make dish would be good

Niki: Then, it would be something grilled. Yakisoba or yakitori~...

<After 30 minutes>

Sora: hmm~... have we got everything we need to decide?

Kuro: For a project with a limited budget, the proposal is surprisingly solid, isn't it?

Niki: I feel it turned out to be a fun event that makes you think, "Let's do our best again tomorrow." Right, Harukawa-kun?

Sora: Yes! Sora thinks the staff will be very happy with this event!

Sora couldn't have put together a plan like this with only him~, so thank you very much ♪

Niki: No, it's because Harukawa-kun gathered his opinions in advance!

Kuro: As Shiina says. Without this, it would have been difficult to put together a plan today.

Sora: Sora, is so happy that he was able to help you~♪

Prev || Next

[youbloodymadgenius]

Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 1

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello’s masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite, who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310, @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria. Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 1806

Additional note: I'm afraid I'll disappoint some of you. No more newspapers... The articles defined the setting of the story. From now on, it'll be a regular fic.

Hope you enjoy it nevertheless ��

🛡⚔️🛡

June 2021

Ivar yawns, rubbing his eyes, when he suddenly hears the front door open. The next moment, Ubbe shouts, "Hey baby bro, we're home!"

Slightly confused, Ivar looks at the time on his computer. Stunned, he blinks repeatedly, shakes his head and checks the time again, now looking at his watch. "Guess I lost track of time," he mumbles as he realizes it's really 5:30 pm. He clears his throat. "I'm coming!"

Yawning once more, he wheels to the kitchen. Hvitserk waves at him with one hand as Ubbe greets him with a grin and Sigurd... Well, Sigurd ignores him, as usual.

"Hello boys!" Lagertha smiles as she also enters the kitchen. "Did you go to the beach this afternoon?" It's a rethorical question, since sand can be seen on the tanned skin of his brothers, shirtless and wearing only swimming shorts.

When she looks down at him, her smile becomes softer. "Ivar, you seem tired. Did you work all day long?"

He nods, glad that for once she called him by his first name and not by one of those stupid nicknames that she likes but that make his skin crawl.

"Yep," he shrugs without smiling back, "I made good progress. The new version of your website is almost done. It could probably be online by the end of the week."

His stepmom flashes him a beaming smile. "Great, thanks!"

The conversation then moves on to the subject that everyone in Kattegat has been talking about for the last few days: the midsummer party thrown by their neighbor Harald Hårfager. Every June, it is Kattegat's not-to-be-missed event, to which every resident hopes to be invited.

Lagertha is invited every year, yet rarely attends; his brothers wouldn't miss it, not in a million years; Ivar never went.

He listens with half an ear as his brothers prattle on about the upcoming party, while taking a seat at the large, wooden kitchen table on which Lagertha has just put cakes and drinks.

"What are you going to wear?"

"Do you think Marit will attend this year?"

"Hopefully the music will be better than last year."

"Can't be as bad! What was the name of that reggae band?"

For a fleeting moment, Ivar entertains the thought of attending as well. Not that he's dying to, but… Sometimes, he feels a little bit like Cinderella in this house.

Don't get him wrong, it's not that bad.

First, his stepmom is not–

Wait, wait, wait, is Lagertha technically his stepmom? He's not sure. After all, she wasn't when his parents were alive, she was just his father's first wife. Anyway, she may be his guardian now, but he sees her as his stepmom and he honestly doesn’t give a shit if it's a little weird.

Where was he? Oh yes, Cinderella.

So obviously, Lagertha is not a wicked, haughty and abusive stepmom like this Lady Tremaine of the fairytale.

Actually, even if it pisses him off to admit it, she's pretty nice, patient and composed. Does he love her? Let's not exaggerate – he doesn't. She may love him though, which is a little bit uncanny, if he's being honest. He was the favorite son of her nemesis. Shouldn't she hate him? He would, if the situation was reversed.

The truth is, when he was younger, he tried, he really tried to hate her, blaming her for everything and anything. When too much pain prevented him from sleeping, he let his imagination run wild. There, bound to his bed of suffering, he could see Lagertha cutting the brakes on his mother's car, causing her crash, causing her death.

Of course, even then, he knew deep down that Lagertha had not killed his mother; that the story he told himself was just the product of his endless nights of insomnia. But what can he say? He needed this. Because blaming Lagertha rather than admitting that his beloved mother was at fault – by being distracted, or by falling asleep, he'll never know – was easier for the heartbroken boy he was.

Anyway... So yes, Lagertha is definitely not an evil stepmother like Cinderella's.

Also, he doesn't sleep on a sorry garret, on a wretched straw bed either.

Actually, he has a very large room on the main floor, with a king-size memory foam bed, a walk-in – well, a wheel-in for his case – closet and his own, huge bathroom, fully equipped for his special needs.

Sure, the bathroom and the dressing room were already there when his parents were alive; however, the memory foam mattress had been Lagertha's idea.

Anyway... So yes, he can't exactly complain about his sleeping conditions, unlike Cinderella.

And obviously, he's not forced into servitude.

Actually, one might think so, but no, he's not. Sure, sometimes he works for his stepmom, like today. But so do his brothers. When she had taken them in, she was a powerful businesswoman, working twelve to fourteen hours a day. Once she had become their guardian, she had rearranged her working time and learned to delegate; but even so, she had often run out of time. Therefore, it had seemed normal to them – yes, even to him – to help her out, each of them according to their skills and abilities.

So, while Hvitserk almost always does the grocery shopping, while Sigurd vacuums and does the laundry, while Ubbe mows the lawn and trim the bushes, he, Ivar, runs her company's website and sometimes even does the accounting. And since he loves computers and numbers, it's not exactly a problem.

Anyway... So yes, he's not a slave in this house. Unlike Cinderella.

So, yes, to sum it up, he can't really complain and he's by far not Cinderella. And he knows it.

But... Yes, there's a but...

Sometimes, he feels trapped, as poor Cinderella must have felt.

Sometimes he feels like a spectator of a life he doesn't belong to.

Sure, he doesn't have to be homeschooled – but gods, he's glad he is. The reasons for him to be continuously bullied by classmates are endless. The simplest ones being: he is a cripple, an orphan, the son of a dead mob boss, the smartest one in the whole damn school, let alone his class. Take your pick. It's no fun, no fun at all. Being home alone is preferable to that alternative.

Therefore, barely leaving the house except for medical appointments, he has no friends. He doesn't do sports either – obviously – and yeah, he lives a lonely life, filled with video games and Netflix series. And he's okay with that. Well, most of the time.

Sure, his brothers, or at least Ubbe and Hvitserk, always try to include him as much as possible. But the truth is that because of his legs, there are many, many things he just can't do.

And the other truth, the less pleasant one, is that he partially did that to himself. He cut himself off from a world that hurt him, yet he still misses this world sometimes. At times, he blames himself. Because his life, honestly, is hardly what you would call a life, is it? Not when you're sixteen.

That's why sometimes, like now, he feels this longing, almost a need, to live. To really, truly, fully live. And that's why, for a brief moment, lulled by the light chitchat of his brothers, he considers attending Harald's midsummer party.

But he knows better. This life is not for him, never has been, never will be.

And so, shaking his head, he chases the thought away and, placing his hands on his push rims, he's about to leave the kitchen while the incessant babbling of his brothers goes on.

"I can't wait."

"Don't tell me! As every year, the most beautiful girls of Kattegat will be there."

"Remember that burger food truck? Best burgers ever!"

"I've heard Y/N would be attending this year."

"There'll be booze and girls! Sounds like Valh–"

Wait. His mind goes blank.

Fuck.

What? Did he hear right?

As he replays his brother's words in his head, it's like there's an earthquake happening inside of him.

Fuck.

He stops breathing. Blinks, then clamps his eyes shut.

Fuck.

When he finally manages to draw air into his lungs, he swallows loudly before asking in a weird, high-pitched voice, his heart pounding in his chest, "What– What did you say, brother?"

Hvitserk turns his head toward him and shrugs. "I just said there'll be boo–"

"No, not you!" Ivar snaps at his brother, pointing his pointer finger at Ubbe. "You, what did you fucking say?" Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Lagertha frowning – 'no curse words in this house, boys'– and even if he barely contains an eye roll, he still mouths a quick 'sorry' at her before rewording his question, impatience coursing through him. "What did you say, dear brother? Who did you say would attend?"

Stunned, Ubbe looks at him with wide eyes. "Y/N? I said Y/N would come. That's what I heard anyway. She's Harald's niece. She was here once, right? Remember her, baby bro, huh?"

But Ivar is no longer listening, the blood draining from his face. Y/N... Y/N... Fuck. Finally. Fucking finally. After so long... He may see you again. Wow.

I'll go! I'll fucking go!

He barely contains the words, suddenly acutely aware of the deafening silence in the room, his brothers shamelessly staring at him.

With her brows furrowed and her lips turned downward in a slight frown, Lagertha takes two steps forwards before crouching down in front of him. "Are you all right, sweetie? You're a little pale."

He barely hears when Sigurd giggles, "A little pale? He's greener than an alien!"

Lagertha shoots Sigurd a dirty look and then gently cups Ivar's cheek. "Do you know her, Ivar? Do you know Y/N?"

Overwhelmed, self-conscious, freaked out, caught off-guard, he doesn't know how to respond. Should he tell the truth? Should he lie? His brothers will mock him, for sure. What is the point of telling the truth? What good would it do? On the other hand, he could really use some advice. Yeah. Sure. Advice from Sigurd. Just the thought of it is enough to make him sick. Fuck, what is he going to do?

Rushed words are out of his mouth before he can even gather his thoughts. "No. No. I don't. I mean, yes, I think I do but–" He's being pathetic and he hates it. So after a sharp intake of breath, he shakes his head and eventually replies in a flat, calm voice, the white lie rolling off his tongue. "I know her, but I thought Ubbe was talking about someone else. Sorry."

With these words, he hastily leaves the room, his eyes riveted on his knees, his heart still drumming in his chest.

Y/N. Fuck.

🛡⚔️🛡

Ivar's taglist: @waiting4inspiration @honestsycrets @lisinfleur @saldelys @gearhead66 @inforapound @readsalot73 @milkkygirls @xbellaxcarolinax @shannygoatgruff @zuxiezendler @hecohansen31 @lonewolf471 @fuckindiva @tgrrose @didiintheblog @peachyboneless @pieces-by-me @funmadnessandbadassvikings @ethereallysimple @destynelseclipsa @cocovikings23 @xceafh @mrsalwayswrite @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @pomegranates-and-blood @jadelynlace @grimeundglow @quantumlocked310 @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom

Ivarello's taglist: @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog @hashimily @prepare4trouble @supernaturalvikingwhore @funmadnessandbadassvikings

[catcze]

Oh, Catte, my beloved... The bracelet is so beautiful. Goodness, did I cry when I took it out of the envelope. It's almost as beautiful as you are, I love it so much! I'm never ever taking this off. Oh starlight I'm so happy, you may as well have just proposed! I love you so so much, thank you💜💜💜

I'm glad Cyno is doing well for himself these days! It's not really that complex of a spell, simple transmutation really, but I'm sure he didn't want to overwhelm you. He may not talk a lot but trust me; he cares. I should write him sometime, if only so the next time an emergency arises he won't think I only remember he exists when I need his help, hehe... I'm joking of course, he's not the kind of person to care. I do still owe him a favor though. Two, now that he's gone out of his way to teach my girlfriend magic, and specifically for helping you make me this wonderful present. Send along my thanks please, but please don't mention that I said I'd write him, just in case I somehow forget to. You know me, heh..

Also I'm a little surprised to hear that name again! Collei was quite the visitor when she was here a few years ago, it's a long story, and one I doubt very much she'd want me to tell. Suffice to say she and Amber are good friends, but I'm sure she already asked you about her as soon as you mentioned Mondstadt. I'm so relieved to hear she's safe, and studying medicine no less! Tell her I'm proud of her. She'll do great things in her life.

I must admit I'm slightly bothered to hear that so many scholars accosted my poor babygirl to ask if I'd return, I'm so sorry darling. If they give you any more trouble, oh I'll come visit alright. To dispense punishment(although I'd definitely grab some food on the way as we left). Speaking of food, that's so sweet of you to offer to learn the local cuisine just for me~ you're so thoughtful, it's one of the many many things I love about you. My reputation around the school is honestly the only accomplishment you'll find though sweetheart. I wasn't really all that social there, aside from talking to the professors and scholars. I couldn't afford to procrastinate if I wanted to learn everything I could. Funny, that sounds completely unlike me, now doesn't it~ Those lectures can be tiresome at first, did they provide you with the appropriate reading materials, or are you only listening? I still have my copy of the first semester alchemy textbook--it's only about 800 pages, but they're packed to the brim with knowledge. I still reference it sometimes.

Like I mentioned though, most of my time in Sumeru was spent at the Academy or at the local restaurants. If you wanted food recommendations, those I can provide, but unfortunately I won't be of much use otherwise. Sorry cutie~

[the next page of the letter is a list of local restaurants, many with recommended dishes written next to them. There's also a fair number of heart shapes and "I love you"s doodled around the edges of the paper]

I hope you'll try at least some of those and tell me what you think. The more you talk about it honestly, the more it's beginning to grow on me. I do want to go back and visit with you, my love. I miss it, even if I don't want to admit that. It would be so much fun to sight see with you, being able to just meander aimlessly through the city, not a care in the world, and with you by my side... That sounds amazing. I'd want nothing more. Perhaps for our honeymoon~? [the last sentence of the paragraph is crossed out with a single streak of ink cutting through it]

Your photos are all amazing, darling. I just wish I had as many to send you in return, but unfortunately I don't own a camera, nor can I afford to leave the library long enough to travel to Liyue and buy one. That being said, Albedo does have one, and he already took that first photo. Darling, I'm curious, and please, *please* say no if it would bother you even slightly. If I... Perhaps wanted to take some... Pictures, just for your enjoyment~ ...would you mind if I had Albedo continue to serve as the photographer? I want my baby to be thinking of me, especially since I'm not there to pleasure you myself~💜 again, PLEASE say no if you'd have any problem with that. Or I could ask Jean if that would be better. I just want to treat my princess to some candy~

That line is going to have me up all night, I swear. I do wish I was there for you in every sense, but goodness does my heart ache for you. I miss the way you taste so much, my precious little munchkin~ you're not going to sleep at all the first night you're back in my arms, I hope you know that. I'm going to edge you so hard you'll cry for me, hehe~ I'm a little peeved you didn't take notice of my comment about punishing you! There will be ropes involved when you return to me. Just the way you always like it, cutie~ tell me, how bad do you miss me? Miss my tongue you love so much~? Don't worry baby--you'll get everything you could ever want for when you come home. I can't wait to taste you~ goodness, excuse me a moment baby... I need to scratch an itch before I finish writing this letter, hehe...~

Okay, I'm back. That was quite the itch, it just kept coming back~ that picture you sent with this letter may have helped with that... Celestia, you're so so beautiful, my rose..~ I love you so much.

Where was I... Ah yes. I'm very glad you've been eating and sleeping properly. Such a good girl you always are~💜 and don't worry; I'm taking care of myself as well. I've been becoming more adjusted to the late nights lately, since your letters often arrive around this hour(it's 11:30 right now, although up until a page ago it had been 10:15, hehe...). I don't mind it at all, since you know I love to sleep in anyway. I love reading your letters sweetheart. They truly do carry your love across the distance. I'm so happy that you're my partner. I love you so so much. I reread your letters every day, they put such a smile on my face.

Also, what's this about ideas you're having ever since I mentioned the uniform? Tell me!! Pretty please~? 💜

I'm going to call my letter to a close here, before I end up needing a bigger envelope, hehe~ I love you so much, starlight. Please take care, and I hope you're well rested when you read this. Hopefully I can put a smile on your beautiful face. I just wish I was there to see it. I love you so much, take care and write me back when you can, promise~?

Yours Always,

- Lisa 🌺💜

Milddd nsfw here muaH <33

Hi, love, I’m so happy that you like your gift! I love you very much as well— hopefully it can give you comfort on some particularly hard nights where I cannot be with you, dearest. Sort of like a reminder that although I cannot be there with you in person, you always carry a piece of my heart with you, you know?

I’ll be sure to relay your message to Cyno and Collei! They were rather surprised when they found out I was your girlfriend, haha! In a good way, of course— they’ve been great company so far.

And don’t worry about the other scholars, Lisa dear. I can handle them plenty fine. I’m sure they’ll go running if I even so much as imply that you wouldn’t be pleased with them for their behavior, my love. They wouldn’t want to mess with one of the best sorcerers to ever roam those halls, you know?

Regarding the lectures, they offered to loan me some textbooks actually, but I had to turn them down since, well, I am just an observer, and carrying so many books with me to and fro would weigh me down. Still, although I sometimes get confused while I observe, It’s such a fun and interesting experience! I can’t say I’m remembering every bit of knowledge I hear, but I’ve definitely learned at least a thing or two.

Just yesterday, there was a bit of a lull in lectures that I was attending— something about one of the scholars who had agreed to host me taking their class out to fieldwork, and I was unable to accompany them. So I took the time to check out some of the restaurants you listed for me! I went to just one of them for lunch, since I didn’t want to get too full throughout the day, and I enjoyed it very much!! I included a picture of one of the dishes you noted for me (a best seller of theirs, apparently) and I didn’t regret purchasing it at all. It was so good! In my free time, it’s one of the recipes that I hope to familiarize and bring back home to you— I think you’ll rather like it, especially since there’s no meat. Hopefully I’ll get good enough at making it that you’ll be able to savor the flavor too!

Though, I don’t mind either if you’d rather return with me next time, and we can have a dinner date here? I really like the ambiance of the place— its both romantic and private. And the view from the balcony here is absolutely magical. Or we can maybe visit a couple of the other restaurants you’ve recommended to me? I doubt that I’ll be able to try all of them this time, and being able to experience it with you would make the experience a million times better.

Also, regarding the photos you mentioned— well, I’m fine with it if you are. As long as you’re comfortable with whoever is photographing you love, then it’s perfectly alright with me. Besides, I know that we’re devoted to each other, so there’s no cause for me to be uncomfortable 💞 If you so wish to grant me such photos, I eagerly await them, love! They’re not the same as you being here, of course, but I’m sure they could help me with how much I miss you.

And ah, sending such things only makes me miss you more! Perhaps I should take a good, long rest before I come back to Mondstadt, if you plan to keep me up all night. And who says I didn’t notice your comment? Perhaps I was just teasing you by keeping quiet about it, especially if I know what’s awaiting me back home. And yes, I miss you so so much, I miss your tongue and you lips, your touch on my skin, the way you hold me and make me feel so good each and every time— Love, really, if your intention with that letter was to get me all worked up, then safe to say you’ve succeeded. My, I doubt I’m going to be getting any sleep tonight, thinking of you.

And regarding that bit about the Academy uniform… well, I might have found a local seamstress who was willing to make me a version of it, tailored to my measurements. It’s not ready quite yet, but hopefully I can send you some photographs soon 💞

By the way, love, there’s no need to have to wait up for my letters, not if you’re not getting enough sleep! I don’t mind waiting a bit for your reply as long as I know you’re sleeping on time. I worry about you as much as you worry about me, so for both your sake and mine, promise me you’ll get enough sleep? Either way, though, I’m glad you’re taking care of yourself, dearest. It makes me happy, knowing that you and the others are doing well. I love you very, very much you know? Please continue to stay safe, dearest, and know that I’m always missing you.

And, well, regarding a proper proposal, though I can’t say I haven’t thought of it before (how could I not? I can fully envision spending the rest of my life with you) I would much prefer if I were able to give you the ring and ask you in person, love. That being said, take the bracelet as a promise that I’ll return to you soon— and hopefully with a ring that I think you’ll like and a question that I plan to ask you.

All the best wishes, dearest. I love you very much 💞

—Catte 💞

[stanzoeywade]

Veronica x MC tinder!au

I headcanon Veronica to look like Barbara Lopez, and as you can see this headcanon was inspired by this tweet.

Summary: in which you are paired with Veronica for a project and she doesn't respond to your emails but you match with her on tinder. The both of you find each other attractive but you're both gay disasters. Also in this au the MC doesn't meet Poppy on her first day of school, so they don't know about the top 3 girls of Belvoire. (Where poppy is a switch (fite me), Veronica is a top.)

Warnings: swear words, and maybe toothache inducing fluff? Thigh riding smut.

Taglist: @somewillwin @belvoiresqueenbee @origmansello @clownery-is-a-new-personality @kamilahtrash @poppysminion @poppysimp @captain-hanadeleine @poppysmc @iiizdumb @uselesslesbianfr @scattered-to-the-winds @idiot-justidiot @toyhenoctus @coldbatfriendroad​

So it begins in one of your compulsory classes, where you have to be partnered up for a big project, like 20-30% of your final grade.

Cue your professor paring you up with someone who you've never seen before in class, and you're confused because wtf??? Who is this Veronica Lombardi person??? And why is everyone staring at you with mixed reactions, some look jealous while some look like they feel bad for you.

After class, you make you way to your dorm room and you ask Zoey if she knows Veronica Lombardi and that's how you find out about the whole ranking system in Belvoire. You learn that Veronica is at the number 3 spot as one of the most popular girls on campus. You're not really interested because in all honesty it sounds too much like high school and you're already over it.

Considering that she was going to be your partner for the project, you decide to email her so that the both of you can divide the work equally, as well as ask if she has any days where she is free so that you can discuss the project in person.

It's been a week and you still don't have a response, and you're starting to think that you'll have to do the project alone. Hopefully your professor will take that into consideration once she marks you paper.

You try to start to work on the project but you're quick to realise that you're bored, so in your frustrated state, you open tinder hoping to find an outlet for your stress.

Imagine your surprise when you're matched with your project partner, who messages you. It reads "Sup babe, what are you doing tonight?"

You feel your blood pressure rise as you type angrily. "I'M DOING OUR JOINT PROJECT YOU BITCH!"

She replies with the emojis "😤😒" alongside a gif of someone saying "Rude".

You're about to lose it when another message catches your attention. "Are you from Sociology 101? I haven't attended any of the lectures, it's boring af. But you know what wouldn't be boring? We could hook up 😜" it reads.

"Un-fucking-believable" you mutter to yourself as you read the message. 'Who the hell does she think she is?' - you think to yourself, annoyed.

"Are you seriously flirting with me right now?" you text as you feel angrier each passing second.

The only response you get is a selfie of Veronica smiling cheekily at the camera, which is followed by a message saying "I promise I'd be more fun than sociology. 😉"

You barely resist the temptation of pulling your hair out and respond with "look, I get it you're rich, but just because you can get away with not doing the work, it doesn't mean that I can." Veronica looks at your response and can't help but feel a pang of guilt.

Feeling guilty, Veronica messages you. It says "look babe, I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you, we can meet up and do the project together. And maybe when we finish we can do something more fun? 😜😉"

Letting out a resigned sigh you begrudgingly ask for her address and she's all too happy to respond. "I live on campus, I'm part of the Zetas so just walk over and I'll meet you outside."

Freshening up, you make yourself look presentable and you start to make your way to the sorority house. You're surprised to see someone waiting outside, and you assume the person to be Veronica.

As you get closer you're taken aback because of Veronica. There she was in all her glory. I mean you knew she looked attractive judging by the photo she sent you, but pictures can't exactly compare to seeing the real thing.

You can't help but think that Veronica is gorgeous, I mean with that face she could be a supermodel and ohh my god she has legs that go on for days.

Snapping out of your daze, you just see Veronica flashing you a charming smile.

You weren't the only one checking the other person out though, Veronica couldn't help but think that you were cute, especially in that crop top and varsity jacket. 'She's smart and easy on the eyes to boot, this will be fun.' - she thinks as she turns on the charm, ready to seduce.

You approach her, anger coming back as you poke your finger on her shoulder whilst saying "I'm so fucking mad at you, I could have finished the project already but your ass was MIA, so I couldn't start."

Veronica winces at each poke, irritated, she tugs on your wrist and pulls you close. "You could have looked for me personally you know." she says cockily.

Your anger dissipates a little because she had a point and with a resigned sigh you say "Fair enough, still doesn't make up for the fact that you didn't reply to my emails."

Veronica just rolls her eyes at you. "Well we could stand here and argue or we can go inside and actually work on the project." she says sarcastically.

As you make you way inside the sorority house, you can't help but feel amazed by the expensive furniture and decorations. It looked like a house fit for royalty and if you're being honest you're a bit jealous because they get to live in luxury.

You follow Veronica to her room and you're immediately surprised by what you see. Her room is big, however it is decorated modestly, and it's much simpler than what you imagined. The atmosphere feels a bit awkward and you make conversation by complimenting her room. "Your room seems really cozy."

Veronica looks at you, a soft smile graces her features and she says "Thanks." She puts a stray strand of her behind her ears and you can't help but admire her.

"If taking a picture of my room would've gotten you to come over, I would have done so already." she flirts.

You can't help giggle and you're relieved that the awkward atmosphere has been replaced with a comfortable silence.

Your giggle attracts Veronica's attention and her cheeks flush because who gave you the right to be so cute.

The two of you start to work on the project and you're pleasantly surprised to learn that Veronica understands the syllabus despite the fact that she hasn't attended any of the lectures. The two of you get a lot more work done than what you expected and before either of you realise, it's already dark outside.

You feel your eyes drooping as you try to stay awake, and you notice how dark it is and you're about to tell Veronica that you're about to leave when she says "It's already dark outside, you should probably stay it's not safe to be walking around in the middle of the night."

You mull it over and decide to stay. 'Fuck it, I'm too tired to walk back' - you think to yourself as you nod your head to Veronica.

Veronica walks over to her closet and pull out pyjamas, which she hand over to you as well as a spare toothbrush. "You should go and clean up, you can sleep on the bed." she says kindly. You raise an eyebrow at her. "This better not be a plan to get me to sleep with you Lombardi." you say jokingly. She just laughs at your joke and tells you to clean up, you're too tired to argue back so you concede.

Fast-forward to the next morning, you wake up in someone's arms and you snuggle closer until you realise. 'WTF, why am I being cuddled and where the fuck am I?' - you think to yourself slightly panicking. Your eyes open and you turn around to see that Veronica was asleep, you try to get out of her grip but she just pulls you closer whilst murmuring in her sleep.

You don't want to wake her up because she looks so comfortable and at ease and you know that you're stuck there until she wakes up.

Veronica wakes up and she feels something or someone in her arms, she then remembers that you slept over, not in the way she wanted but hey she's not complaining, especially since you were cutely staring at her with a confused expression.

Deciding to tease you, she plants a kiss on your lips and you freeze. A blush creeping on your face and Veronica was about to apologise for going too far when you cut her off by kissing her back. She could get used to this she thinks.

She pulls away and notices the blush on your cheeks. "I thought you didn't like me Hughes?" she says mischieviously, and you just look away.

Realising that her arms weren't around you anymore, you get up and Veronica whines at the lack of physical contact and warmth, you narrowly avoid being pulled back down onto the bed.

You just shoot her a soft smile and say "Thanks for letting me stay over, I'm gonna go get changed and leave, I'll see you later."

You quickly get changed and as you leave her room, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest because you can't stop thinking about the kiss you shared with Veronica. You continue to zone out for the rest of the day, wondering what it would be like to kiss her again.

The next time the two of you meet, Veronica is more straightforward when it comes to flirting, and you're always left a flustered and blushing mess. Veronica thinks you look so cute, especially since she's the reason why you're flustered. The two of you become friends and you exchange numbers because using tinder to communicate was getting annoying.

You're surprised when Veronica messages you with random memes at god awful hours and you can't even get mad because they make you laugh and it becomes something you look forward to each day.

That's when you start to develop feelings for Veronica, and you're not sure what to do because she's flirty with everyone and you're not sure if she likes you back.

Veronica invites you to a frat party, and as soon as you get there a few people introduce themselves to you. One of the frat boys tries to flirt with you and you're immediately pulled back by Veronica as she says "Fuck off Luis, she with me." Your eyes widen as you realise what Veronica said.

You don't have the chance to ask what she means as she drags you off to a room, where she immediately kisses you, hand finding it's way down to your hips and gripping it possessively. She continues to kiss you, each kiss deeper and rougher than the last. The barrage of kisses only stop due to both of you needing to breathe.

Your chest heaves as you feel Veronica lean in to whisper "You're mine, and I don't like it when people touch what's mine." You feel shivers down your back as she says that.

Veronica locks the door and she pulls you towards the bed where she sits and pull you in for another kiss. You're pulled onto her lap as her lips trail down your jaw to the base of your neck, alternating between biting and sucking to leave marks. You can feel a wave of arousal make it's way down to your core, and a small groans escapes your lips.

Spurred on by your reaction, Veronica starts to unbutton your shirt, quickly taking it off with deft hands. She starts to grope your breasts as she unhooks your bra with her other hand. Lips finding it's way to nipples, and you can't stop yourself from moaning when her teeth grazes against it.

Instinctively, your hips starts to jerk against her thigh and it quickly catches Veronica's attention as she looks at you with narrowed eyes and pupils blown.

She pulls your hips down flush against her thigh, and leaning in she whispers "Grind." and you're quick to obey her as she sucks and bites on your shoulder and collarbone, making sure to leave marks on each patch of skin she can reach.

You slowly start to grind against her, and in order to help you out, she starts to move her thigh against your centre, working you up faster and you let out long breathy moans and whimpers at the friction against your centre. Spurred on by your reaction, Veronica uses her fingers to touch and play with your clit, and this makes you moan out her name "V, that feels so good.", and she can't get enough.

She grinds her thigh faster and she starts to use her finger to help you climax. Your body starts to convulse and your back arches as you reach your climax. Veronica's fingers helping you ride out your orgasm. A loud moan escapes your mouth and for a moment your vision turns white, head empty except the pleasure you feel. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath.

As soon as you regain your bearings, you can see the smug look Veronica has, and you do nothing but roll your eyes as you say "Yeah, yeah that felt really good, stop being so smug." Veronica's eyes just lights up as she raises her arms in mock surrender and says "Hey, you said it not me."

"So, I guess this means we're dating?" you ask shyly, as your cheeks flush. Veronica just kisses you softly and says "Yeah."

That's how the two of you start dating.

A/N: I saw that there was a lack of Veronica x MC content so yeah enjoy, and please reply if you want me to write a dating Veronica headcanon like I did for Poppy. Thanks for reading, bye.

[btsfan15]

Leaving

I hear a knock at my door the next morning. I wake up and get off of my bed.

"Coming!"

I open the door and see Jin, with a tray of breakfast in his hand. He had a smile on his face.

"Oh, Jin. Hi."

"Hi, Navya." His smile disappears. "Um, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Come in."

He comes in and I close the door behind him.

"Are you ready to have fun again today?"

He sits on my bed.

"Yeah. I sure am."

Jin looks at me.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He purses his lips. "You don't look okay. You look...sad."

I give a small smile.

"I'm fine. Just a little tired, that's all. I'll get ready now."

"Your breakfast will be here, waiting for you."

Jin winks. I laugh and roll my eyes. Such a romantic. I go to my bathroom and change.

I fix my messy hair by curling it and I put some makeup on. I pick some earrings and a necklace. I come out of the bathroom.

"Wow, you look great."

"Thanks. Now, I'm starving."

I sit next to Jin and eat my breakfast. I was still upset that I was leaving today. I tried to be happy in front of Jin, but it wasn't easy after reading that message.

"The pancakes here are still delicious." I take a sip of coffee. "Even the coffee."

Jin laughs.

"That's why I love the breakfast here." Jin closes his eyes and his bread cheekies

appears. "So good."

I laugh.

"What, what?"

"Your cheeks are so cute. I can't." I say, still laughing. "Look at these squishy cheeks. They're so soft and adorable."

"Ah, Navya..."

I put my hands on his cheeks and squish them. They really were soft and squishy! Jin looked so cute with his cheeks squished.

"Okay, please take your hands off of my cheeks."

"Sorry. Couldn't resist."

I finish eating my breakfast.

"Thanks for the breakfast."

"No problem. I'll keep on bringing you every single day."

I sigh after hearing that.

"I don't think that's gonna happen."

"What, why?"

"Cause...I'm leaving today."

Jin blinks.

"What?"

"I said I'm leaving today."

Jin just stares at me.

"Y-you're leaving today? When did you find out?"

"Last night. Before going to bed."

"Can't you stay here for a little longer?"

"I don't think I can. I'm sorry, Jin."

"W-what am I gonna do without you?"

"I don't know. If it makes you feel any better, maybe we can take a selfie together so we can remember each other."

"Yeah, that's a good idea." Jin takes his phone out and goes to his camera. He lifts the phone up in the air. We both smile for the camera.

"Say cheese."

"Cheese."

The camera shutters and we look at it.

"Not bad. Hey, maybe we can trade phone numbers." Jin says.

"Now you're thinking!"

We both trade phone numbers.

"I'm really gonna miss you. I had so much fun ever since you got here."

"Me too. I...better get packing."

"I'll help."

Jin helps me pack up my clothes.

"There. I think we're all done." Jin says.

"Yeah...I really don't want to leave."

"I don't want you to leave either, but you probably have important things to do back home."

We both hear a honk outside. Jin goes to the window and turns to me, with a sad look.

"It's time."

I sigh.

"Come on. Let's go."

We both put the luggage on the cart and wheel it to the elevator. We step in and it takes us to the lobby. We step out once it stops and go the entrance. Jin loads my luggage in the back.

"You're all set. I hope you had an amazing stay at Hotel Mudrin."

I give a small smile.

"I did. In fact, I had a blast, especially with you."

Jin opens the door and I get inside. He closes it and I roll the window down. He smiles.

"Do you have everything with you?"

"Yep." My face droops again. "Goodbye, Jin."

Jin's face also droops. "Goodbye, Navya."

I roll my window back up and we both wave goodbye. The engine of the limo starts and off I go. I look through the window and still see Jin standing there.

"Wait!"

The limo stops and I get out quickly. I run back to Jin.

"Navya, what are you-"

Before he could finish, I connect my lips to his. I kiss him longer cause I know I won't be able to do this again. I break and look at him right in his eyes. He blinks and crashes his lips back onto mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and his arms wrap around my neck.

We break and look at each other again. I could see the sadness in his face.

"I love you, Jin."

"I love you, too, Navya."

Jin hugs me. His strong arms tighten around my waist. I could feel the tears in my eyes. I didn't want to cry in front of Jin. He would think I'm a baby. Maybe he would be one too cause I thought I heard a sniffle.

"Promise you'll call and text?"

"Yes. Facetime, too."

"Bye."

"Bye."

We both were holding hands. I didn't want to let go and neither did Jin. Slowly, our hands released. I ran back to the limo cause tears streamed down my face. I wiped them, but they kept on coming. I get back in the limo look through the window. I wave back to Jin and he does the same. I could feel a huge lump in my throat. The limo turns in a corner and I sit back and cry.

The limo stops in front of my house. I dry my eyes and get out and unload my luggage. The driver smiles at me.

"I hope we see you again."

I give a small smile.

"I hope so, too. Thank you."

The driver smiles at me again and gets back in the limo. He drives off and I head to the front door. I ring the doorbell and my parents open it.

"Honey! You're back!" My mom says.

"We missed you so much!" My dad says.

I step into the house and remove my shoes. I sigh.

"I missed you, too. Did I miss anything?"

They both shake their head.

"We're just so glad you're back." Mom says. "I was so worried about you."

I groan. "Mom, for god's sake."

"Anyway, why don't you go upstairs and unpack? You're probably exhausted." Dad says.

"Yeah, I might take a nap, too." I yawn.

"Come down when dinner's ready." Mom says.

I nod and head upstairs. I open the door and drop my luggage on the ground. I collapse on my bed. I was exhausted after the long ride. I still missed Jin. I probably should tell my parents so they can help me Did they even notice that I cried? Hopefully not cause they would keep on asking me what's wrong. I fell right asleep.

"Sweetheart! Dinnertime!" Mom says. I wake up and check the time. It's 9:30. I get out of bed and head downstairs to the dining table. I sit down.

"Did you have a good nap?" Dad asks.

I nod and poke my food with my fork.

"Is something wrong, dear?" Mom asks. "You're not eating."

"No. I'm fine. I'm just not very hungry."

"You sure? You look upset." Dad says.

Those are the same words that Jin said to me. Jin.

"Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry..."

"Honey, if there's something wrong, you can tell us." Mom says.

I sigh. "It's nothing. I just miss Hotel Mudrin."

"Oh, I know what it is. You miss Jin, don't you?" Dad asks.

Just hearing his name made me wanna cry. The tears started coming. I couldn't hold in. I cried.

"I miss him so much!!! I really love him!!! A lot!!!"

My parents hug me.

"Oh, sweetheart. It's okay." Mom says. "Your dad and I miss him, too."

"He really was the perfect man for you, that's for sure." Dad says.

I sniffle and wipe my nose with my sleeve.

"Am I ever gonna see him again? I would love that."

"I don't know, honey. I don't know." Mom says. "It will happen someday."

"Your mom is right. We just have to be patient."

I dry my eyes.

"I know. It's just that I had an amazing time with him."

"I know you did. I bet he missed you, too." Mom sighs. "Well, eat your dinner. It's getting cold and it's late."

"We'll see what happens over in the next couple of weeks and months." Dad says.

I nod and eat my dinner, even though I still wasn't hungry. I finish and head upstairs to my room. I enter and change into my pajamas. I brush my teeth and get into bed. I hear a ding from my phone. I pick it up and see it's Jin.

Jin: Thinking about you...💕

I smile.

Me: Me too...I miss you. A lot.

Jin: I miss you even more.

He sends a picture. He was wearing a suit with a tuxedo.

Jin:

Me: Wow, so handsome! 🥰

Jin: I had something to attend today. That's why.

Me: I see. Well, you are very handsome in any look. Period.

Jin: WWH Jin, yeah.

I laugh.

Me: 😂

Jin: Well, it's pretty late for us and we should get to bed. Good night, Navya.

Me: Good night, Jin. I love you."

Jin: I love you, too, Navya.

I turn off my phone, but then I get one more ding. I look and smile.

Jin:

Me: 😂😙

I turn off my phone and fall asleep.

[yetanotherreader]

Useful—3

Genre: College AU

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N, slight Dean x Lisa

Summary: The school's most popular boy wants to be friends with Y/N, out of the blue. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with her hot best friend, though.

Word Count (For the chapter): 2,712

Warnings (For the chapter): None.

[For some reason, some of the tags aren't working. I'm sorry about that.]

[[ Also I'm sorry for the no Read More thingy because it doesn't happen on the phone app :-(]]

Useful Masterlist

Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Mondays.

You dreaded them. For some reason, they were never good. They were sleepy, tiring and grumpy and unfortunately you couldn't do shit about it. You always had to wake up extra early for a hopefully refreshing shower, take the supposed-to-be small bus ride to the uni, which just got longer because of the Monday traffic and run to the lecture hall, only to have the professor glaring at you for coming late to the class.

Mondays.

Today was no different. You woke up extra early, took a hopefully refreshing shower, took the supposed-to-be small bus ride—WHICH was surprisingly not as long as always—and still ran to the lecture hall. Fxckin' tiring mess. The sleepless sleep still showed in your eyes and you would have given anything to have an extra hour for it that morning. But well, same old—Mondays. 

And suddenly, today was different.

"Come on…" A group of annoyed whines were heard from the lecture room just as you entered the hallway.

"What's wrong?" You asked a very pissed Rhea, or was she Akira?

"Morning classes got cancelled. We woke up for nothing."

Honestly.. what the fxck was wrong with the university? Mumbling and whining to yourself, you made your way to the cafeteria, maybe some coffee would help. Tried enjoying the warm sunshine on your face, keyword: tried, as you slowed down your steps near the playground. Or maybe you could just sit in the sun and make the most out of your oh-so-lovely Monday morning? Taking a seat in the bleachers, you decided on reading the book you were, at that time, reading.

Just halfway through the chapter— "Good morning, nerd. I see you're doing some fun stuff over here." You sighed, not wanting to get into any kind of argument at that particular time, or day- or life.

"You're back at it, aren't you?" You looked up at the still smirking Dean, dressed in his black and blue football jersey. A sight for sore eyes.

"Back at what?"

"Being a dick?" You looked back at the book still tired, "Look, Winchester, I'm so not in the brightest Monday sunshine mood right now. Don't bother."

"And here I thought we were friends." He sighed feigning sadness as he turned around to make his way back to the other side of the ground.

"You're here for practice?" He turned back to you, grinning adorably, just as you rolled your eyes.

"Yep but it doesn't start until at least a couple hours."

"Why so early here then?"

"Apparently, there's an emergency board meeting that all the HODs need to attend. So, delayed."

"Oh...that is why" You concluded why your classes got cancelled, "God. Don't you just hate it how they don't inform us about anything beforehand." You groaned.

"Not having the best morning?" He chuckled, as you gestured him to take a seat next to you.

"Nah. I'm the happiest I could ever be," You said with a yawn, "Should we go to the cafeteria before I die or we just let me die?"

"You're such a mood," He laughed toothily shaking his head, "Let us."

Sitting in the cafeteria, you sip on your coffee awkwardly trying to ignore the very obvious gazes of the people around you. You couldn't even make out how Dean looked so unfazed by all the attention, or maybe—obviously, he was used to it.

"You know," Dean started, seemingly, figuring out your awkwardness to ease the tension, "You could have just asked me on a date instead."

You chuckled, thankful for some words, "You wish, Winchester."

"Honestly...I don't" He said winning a laugh out of you.

Time flew by quickly, filled with laughter, corny jokes and sassy remarks with you not even realizing that all that attention didn't bother you anymore. Quite honestly, you didn't even realize they were there. To your surprise, you really did enjoy a Monday morning. 

"Oh," Dean exclaimed as his phone buzzed, "Totally lost track of time. It was fun, but Y/N, I gotta hurry now. I'm late."

"Well I still have an hour to kill. Good luck with the practice."

"Oh yeah, there's still an hour to the class," Dean said as he hurried, "You wanna come see the game?"

"Oh, no no. I don't understand it. I'll rather read my book here."

"Nerd," he smiled at you, "Alright then, see you in the class."

"Yeah" You smiled back, as he went. Maybe Dean wasn't all that bad after all.

You just started with the chapter, again, that you were rudely interrupted... again.

"Look who's trying to get some attention, there. Whatcha think guys? What does she think of Dean's charity? That he got the hots for her or something?" You flinched at the ear-piercing group of laughter came from the direction.

"Tss. Geez, Cassie, mind toning down that screechi- sweet laugh a lil bit? Kinda trying to concentrate." You gave her a sweet smile and turned back to your work.

"Hey, Y/N. How's you? Long time no see." She came and sat where Dean sat not even a couple minutes ago.

"Was doing just good." You muttered as you kept your eyes in your book.

"You were? Obviously, you were," she started taking ahold of Dean's cup, playing with it, "Y/N, stop trying, darling. Dean is very out of league for you. I'm saying for your good."

"Sweets. You know the only reason I'm replying to you, Cassie, is just because it's rude not to?" You looked up at her at annoyed, managing a sarcastically polite smile, "Now if you could excuse me, I'm kinda in the middle of something.

She stood up rolling her eyes as you spoke up again, "And well, don't worry. I'm no threat. Dean and me, nope. Not happening. Also, stop acting like he's your property. The guy's got a life of his own to live, about time, you get one for yourself too."

Before she could retaliate, you made your way out of the door, leaving her processing what you said. Not gonna say that you had got bad blood with her but you had got bad blood with her. Honestly, you wouldn't give two flying shits about her if she wasn't the one with the brilliant idea of throwing you into the pool on your very first day. And if that wasn't enough, she had the nerve to bully you about it for the next few months too. Initially you ignored for a long time, hoping she would end it herself, but was she one to? When you had enough of her shit, all it took, then, was one punch to the wall and an angry 'next time it won't be the wall' for her to stop. Not that she ever was a trouble for you later, but you were her glare dart ever since. You were kinda looking forward to her passing out of the college— one year without her unnecessary glares and hushed whispers but she just had to get a year back for her last year. Oh, your life. 

Practice was tiring, and since they had gotten just one hour for it, they didn't even get any breaks. On top of that, Dean might have sprained his neck. Maybe Y/N's bad day was contagious. Maybe she passed it to him.

Y/N. The thought of her bringing a faint smile on his lips. Damn, she was awesome. He wondered why she kept to herself, her personality sure would get her a lot of friends. That morning, Dean had actually enjoyed himself after a long time. He'd been so lonely for the past few months, he had almost forgotten how to laugh like he did today. She could be an amazing friend. Not to mention, he was still not over how she helped him back at Jo's without even mentioning it once today. Y/N was a good person, he could say that. Mysterious, but nice. He hoped that they actually became really good friends.

His eyes wandered to find her sitting by herself, in a corner as he made his way into the almost empty classroom, "This seat taken?"

She looked up from the book and, for once, smiled, "Hey..yes..no, please sit."

He smiled in return as he sat down beside her, lowly groaning in pain.

"You okay, there?"

"Yeah, I don't know, I think neck strain."

"Oh, geez. Want some help?"

He chuckled humorously, "And what will you do to make it better?"

"Well, they do say I have magic hands." She chuckled in response too, getting up to stand behind him. She started lightly massaging his neck and shoulders, pressing her fingers to his shoulder blades whilst her thumbs worked on his neck. She did the motion a few times as she felt his muscles relax, his knots loosening. He felt himself relaxing, the pain still there but better. How was she always good at whatever she was doing? She stopped her movements abruptly, as he realized a loud moan escaped his lips, only to burst out laughing the next second, "God, Winchester, what the hell?" sounding a little embarrassed.

"S-sorry. Damn it, your fault. What can I say, you do have magic hands." He laughed out, too.

The day went by quite fast after that. They didn't cross paths post the class again. It was the last lecture when Dean met with Cas and Jo. Finally.

"Hey!" Jo chirped as she came after the class, and hugged Dean from behind, Cas copying the action, "Dude?"

"Hey, strangers." Dean said, not in any mood to have a happy-go-lucky conversation with them.

"What's wrong?" Cas asked, clueless. Jo elbowed his ribs gently.

"What's wrong? Nothing." Dean walked ahead, rolling his eyes as the two of them followed him.

"Dean, come on. We're sorry, okay?"

"Well, don't be. Not that it matters anyway." Dean said coming to a stop, "What? You guys didn't go somewhere private, again?"

"Okay, first of all, stop taunting us, jerk. And second of all, we're sorry. We didn't mean to-"

"First of all, don't copy Sammy. And second of all, I called you two how many times, Joanna?"

"What can we do to make it up to you? Jo is right Dean, we're genuinely sorry. We just had a tiring night, so we slept in. Really really tiring." said Cas, blushing a shade of pink, as Dean's lips lifted in a very surprised smile.

"So...you finally, finally did it?" He looked from Cas to Jo grinning, "So you finally did our virgin angel, huh?"

"Shut up" she grumbled, trying to stifle a laugh of her own, blushing a few shades herself, "What about you and the specsy?"

"Who? Y/N? What about us?"

"Don't act innocent, De. Coffee dates and massage and all, huh." She said, cocking her brow, piquing Cas' interest in the conversation too, "Didn't think you'd go for her."

"We're just friends," said Dean, thinking about it from all the angles, "I think."

"You think?"

Dean shrugged, unable to come with a proper answer.

The rest of the day went pretty okay for him. Cas and Jo finally did spend time with him but it wasn't like before at all. They were different and he expected this, as much as he shipped them. They were a couple now, dynamics changed. He wasn't the same for them like earlier, he was the lesser priority. And single.

"So, you're telling me you're single?" You said, surprising yourself with the subtle, unnoticeable relief you felt. Dean and you had bonded pretty well over the past couple of months. You had never thought you two were ever going to be friends, but he was nicer than he made himself look. You learned a few things about him, and about the first day dare too. Oh boi, weren't you just ready to whack his butt with a spoon.

"Yeah. Well, that sounded judgy, Y/N."

You grinned apologetic, "Hee, sorry. It's just it's hard to believe is all."

It was funny how you two became good friends so soon. You were not really one for friends. For a long time, you'd been alone, convincing yourself you liked the quiet. Although you did, it was undeniable how loneliness got to you every time you wanted to talk to someone about something going on in your life, a bad day or even something as normal as your new favorite TV show. It sucked, now that you were admitting to yourself. It sucked how you had no one to talk to. It sucked how you couldn't even complain about it to anyone. And it sucked to spend your weekends alone in your dark room, trying to distract yourself with a book or fanfic, pretending that it was all okay.

And now here you were. Not in a dark room, not alone and not pretending. Here you were actually talking to someone about the random-est things on the planet, laughing with him and actually enjoying yourself. You both still weren't on the we-tell-each-other-everything stage and you highly doubted you ever were going to be but it was still nice. Yeah maybe you hadn't told him shit about yourself yet, but he was still the closest you'd ever been to someone in years. You had Lisa and you cared about her, you did. But where was it written that the person you care about would care about you the same way too? You were never in the list of her priorities, never even close. But she trusted you, and that's why you were...friends? You didn't know exactly. She would come to you after a break up or when she was having a bad day. You had helped her so much, for so many years, it became your instinct to do it. She had friends, she was loved and she had a life you would never. She was Lisa Braeden. She was she, and you were...you. Plain, dull, unattractive Y/N. That's it. That was you in three words. And honestly, you didn't mind. You had come terms with it a long time ago, terms with no one caring about you.

Until two months ago. Dean was a good friend. He was nice, sweet, protective and funny. And most importantly, he...cared. He would tell you jokes on Monday mornings, give you ice pack when your clumsy ass ran into the closed door and invite you for movies with his friends which you always refused to. When Dean realized you didn't like going out with strangers, he invited you over for a movie night to his place. It was, maybe, the sweetest thing someone had ever done for you. He made you snacks and then you guys talked about random things the entire night only to pass out on the couch later. After that, it had become your Friday night tradition.

And with all these sweet things, could you blame yourself for starting to feel something more for him than you should? You, very well, knew this would never happen. Dean had a type, a taste in girls and you were far from that. You had too few/many curves than what looked beautiful, you didn't have the most beautiful hair or skin and you were not pretty. Simple. He would never feel for you. And you, too, only had a silly little crush on him, which would go with time. Right?

You woke up, cuddled with a warm figure on the couch, head under the blanket. You struggled to pop your head out of the covers and once you did, you were met with a beautifully freckled face sleeping soundly. He looked so peaceful that you never wanted to wake him up. Your eyes just briefly glanced at his plump lips, wondering what it would be like to touch them or maybe, feel them against your own? And in a matter of seconds, your eyes were back at the blanket, hiding your little secret you kept from yourself. A secret only your late night or early morning self knew, which you would conveniently deny to yourself later during the day. A secret you would pass off as nothing but your sleepy head's made up story.

Nothing, but a story.

___________

Chapter 4

A/N: Alright, I don't know how it turned out. It took me more than a week for this chapter, and I couldn't even think of anything. I'd write a few sentences and close the document. A writer's block, I think. Well anyway, I didn't have anything in mind so it's mostly a filler chapter which I somehow used to make the little-st progress in the story. Mostly their friendship. I think I'll make it stronger before I do the shit I have planned. Please don't hate me for the chapter coz I already do :')💔

Tag list:

@bi-danvers0 @mrsdeanfuckingwinchester @itsjaybro16 @mml232 @blablatiti @stilltoomuchafangirl @bat-shark-repellant @bluebell-24 @shortwinchester @always-money-in-the-banana-stand @soullessbabee @ima-be-a-mongoose

[asmallbirdinmayy]

I'm not sure why I haven't posted anything here yet since this world craziness started... Normally I would have bombarded it with posts everyday and such.

This social distancing is my life style, so I've been doing pretty okay better than most unfortunatly. Thank you Tumblr, and hours of scrolling for preparing me for this moment in time!

I've been filling my days with video games, reading and trying to force myself out for runs. I've helped my mum clean the house. (She has a bad back and would end up killing myself if I didn't go over every once in a while to help out)

I've also recently shaved my head! Finally, I've wanted to do it for years to see what I'd look like and to get rid of the years of dying it and hairstyle frustrations. I like it, but some days I get self conscious and don't end up going for runs. But maybe I'm just using that as an excuse and I'm just hella laazy!

It's a learning curve for sure, I've been reading a lot of philosophy lately and listening to the philosophize this podcast for the past year now so I've been trying to work on myself, thinking more and trying to meditate and gain self confidence and just be able to help myself help others. If that makes sense? Anyway, cutting off all your hair really helps practice Stoicism. There's no instant regrowth, and my hair takes longer to grow out than normal people.

I do love myself, a hella a lot more than I used to. There's nothing I wouldn't change, and I think that mind set alone has been what gets me out the door more often for runs and wanting to take care of my body and mind!!

I've also been cooking more, to save on money and because I'm not a huge advocate for waste being delivered to my door. I have had breakdowns however, I did it twice, I've ordered breakfast for myself to help me get up earlier and to get better coffee. Because the Maxwell can is not working out for me, and it's so gross, its taking me forever to get through it! I'll still drink it though, because, caffeine! Hello.

Back to cooking more! I've been mostly making mashed potatoes and what nots, but I'll occasionally make a vegan grilled cheese or have vegan hot dogs! I've made some pasta, quinoa and lately before bed I'll get a chia bowl ready to set while I sleep. That's pretty healthy and delicious. I've made terrible pancakes, I accidently got the whole wheat flour rather than the other stuff, soo that wasn't a fun mistake. Alas, no waste, so I have to make it into things!

I also signed up for a sustainable cities online course, lots of reading, but it was on sale. If anything it'll help me plan imaginary cities better in my head and I'll be able to put it on resumes. So level up?

I've re arranged my living room so I can easily switch between laptop and PlayStation without having to get up for any reason! +40 laziness. Aha. Fun.

Cats bombard with with attention and cuddles All. The. Damn. Time. I thought cats were supposed to not care and be independent and stuffs. Not my cats, noo. I wake up pinned, cat by my head, in the curve of my back and on my feet! If I'm laying on my back xews will be on my chest. Like hello! Let me breathe. They follow me to the bathroom, and to the couch! My couch is tiny, and all three of them find a little spot and take up all the space. It's hard to take notes! Anyway. I love them, I love their cuddles I'll never take them for granted and I'll always be like okai in the lap you go! It's nice playing a videogame with your cats stretching their paw onto your paw!. #catmum

Works been telling me the new opening day is July 3rd.. July 3rd two more months of this madness. I'm okay with it though, I'll hopefully finish the online course and get out for more runs! I've signed up the the social distancing run thing, I'm hoping to do a 10k for it!

Our government is all over the place about everything, and its making people crazy! There's lies, uncertainty questions unanswered. There's conspiracies left and right and I don't know which ones to believe. I mean some seem drastic and obviously crazier than others. I'm just not politically educated enough for this. But what if they're true to? I dunno, I've been watching a lot of things and reading stuff of history and stuffs and theirs some people that end up being corrected and proven right when people thought they were insane ? And yea people are just crazy and have their crazy thoughts. I dunno. I just want to have a back seat, and I mean my first and foremost fight is with nature, so my bias towards anything will be on how it affects the future of how we live with nature. If that makes sense? I could go on and on about this part, but this part makes me the most unwary and depressed honestly. I've been crying for days about this and where I stand, I've always been one to stand with the people. But which people? My brain hurts. I'm a sheep guys. I'm a sheep. I'm just a very lost sheeple.

People that I know from South Africa sent me a message saying that they were starving and asked for help, I wasn't sure what to do. I sent them some money, but I don't have much to give. I hope it'll be enough to get them by for a couple of days! I haven't heard from her since? So I don't know?

Anyways.

I haven't heard from my possibly future school yet about the upcoming semester and what to do, am I still able to go? Are they going to be opened by end of August? Will I be allowed to travel to another province? I'll wait till the end of May to send an email and find out! I am not doing that course online, I have a hard enough time motivating myself to do this current baby course. And I really want to do well in this course if I get there! It was a whole thing guys.

Before all this started I had started therapy, volunteering for the theater and taekwando. I'm really sad that i haven't been able to take part in these new hobbies. I had the chance to volunteer for the opening of the wizard of oz production before all the other shows at the theater got cancelled. It was amazing. Maybe I'll be able to do something similar while I'm in Vancouver. I only had one beginning trial class for taekwando, I'm slightly sad because by the time it reopens I'll probably be heading to Vancouver and won't be able to attend.

Cancelling therapy was the hardest, I had just started after years and years of being afraid to go for many reasons. I only got two sessions in before having to stop due to being laid off. But it's okay, because I still have my writing as my therapy. I end up asking the questions to myself while writing. I've read a lot of psychology, well not a lot, but a good amount. But the extra help and guidance was nice. I learned new terminology that applied to myself and my childhood and a couple other things that I'm able to sit back and acknowledge during meditations.

It was like I was finally getting out more, trying to fix myself, trying to go meet new friends and say hello to the world. And then the world was like nah. Back to social distancing! Kay, thaanks.

The last three or so days I've felt a little pull back into myself and I couldn't motivate myself lately. I think a large part of it was due to an argument I had with my mother, and the political drama that's been going on lately.

Wanting to go on runs or outside to enjoy the chilly sunny day has been a struggle, when it hasn't been I'm a while. I was playing ESO with a couple friends when all of a sudden all I wanted to do was just lay on the couch, curl up with my eyes closed and just bleh. I listening to the ESO music for a while and remembered that I haven't wrote anything in a long while on Tumblr or anywhere. So here I am, returning to my old therapy just writing my garbage thoughts to replace them with happier more motivated ones. It's sort of working, we'll see how the day goes.

All in all, I'm okay, my family is okay. And only time will tell what craziness is next for this year!

If anyone read this far down, first of all thank you. You're probably someone that I love! Love you <3 and I hope you're also doing well, and staying safe!!!

[britishcvntswriting]

Bad Reputation

Word count: 1197

No warnings. Just fluff.

It's a late night and I'm currently hanging out with Jackson Fields captain of the football team. I'm a sophomore and he's a senior and I want to gain my social status so I've been trying to get cool with my upper classmates. "You want a beer?" He asks as he turns his head towards me. I nod even though I hate beer but I'd figured it wouldn't hurt. He leaves and comes back with a 6 pack before giving one to me. I opened my and take a sip cringing at the taste. I try to get over it as we watched the movie. An hour later I'm on my third beer and being to feel really tipsy. I'm not drunk yet but one more beer and I'll be there.

"You want to do something fun?" He smirks.

"Mm sure, like what?" I ask kind of nervous.

"I got this new camera and I've been dying to test it out. You wanna be my model." I sigh in relief that it wasn't anything sexual.

"Okay, why not?" He grabs his camera and takes a few pictures of me while I pose.

"You look great, but I think these could be sexier? Take your dress off for me?" He smiles and I didn't think it was a good idea but the liquor in my system disagreed. I take off my dress leaving me in my lace bra and thong

"No one is going to see these right?"

"No of course not."

"Promise?" I ask for reassurance.

"Promise," He says and I hope I can trust him. He takes more and after a few minutes, he puts his camera away while I put my dress back on.

"You're gorgeous babe. Such a shame no one else knows but me," He grins. I smile at his compliment feeling like I finally won him over and hopefully will gain my status. He walks me home since I don't live far from him and I go straight to bed.

a few days later...

I wake up and check my Twitter. I see my notifications are through the roof. There are multiple people mentioning me and calling me a slut. What is going on? I look more into it and I'm paralyzed when I see the pictures of me in my underwear. He told me that he wouldn't share them with anyone let alone the whole world. I fall down to the ground and cry because I feel completely stupid for trusting him and for letting him manipulate me like that. This is what I get for wanting to be popular. I weep for hours and don't move from my spot on the ground. My parents left for work before I woke up so they won't know I didn't go to school today until they come home. I couldn't attend school after this, I can't even imagine what they'll say to my face considering nothing positive has been said so far. I finally cry myself out and go back to bed. The next day, I tell my mother I'm sick so I don't have to attend school again, I want to avoid this for as long as I can.

Sadly the third day, she made me go because she didn't want me to have too many absences. I reported the pictures when I first saw them but it doesn't matter because so many saw them probably even saved them. This can't simply be erased from everyone's mind. I sigh, pulling on a black hoodie and leggings not really in the mood to doll up. I want to try to stay under the radar. I get to school early so I can get to class without really anyone noticing me since a lot of people like to talk in the mornings. A few people give me looks and point at me while the gossip but I try my best to ignore them. I'm the first one in my health class and I sit in the back since we don't have assigned seats. A few minutes later I noticed a tall guy, Shawn sit next to me. He doesn't give me any dirty looks or teases me like some people were in the hallways.

"Hey, you're Y/N right?" He smiles and I nod. "I'm Shawn." I give him a quiet hey back. Does he know about the pictures and is being nice out of pity or does he genuinely not know. I mean he has to right? Practically the whole school does and if they don't it's still spreading.

The class fills up and I can feel people give quick looks back at me while the teacher spoke. I almost wanted to yell "stop staring at me" but that would only draw more attention to me. After 3 more classes, it was lunch and I decided to eat near the parking lot to avoid the constant bullying. I eat my sandwich and I didn't even notice I was crying until he pointed it out.

"Why are you crying beautiful?" He says sitting next to me and wipes my tear.

"People keep calling me things I'm not because of one stupid mistake," I sniff.

"What Jackson did was wrong. He told me and some of the guys that after you drank a little you went crazy and wanted to take some nudes with his professional camera. I knew it was absolute bullshit. You were drunk and he manipulated you. I'm sorry about that."

"Why are you apologizing, he's the dick. I just wish I never talked to him in the first place," I sighed.

"Why were you hanging out with me anyways, a beautiful girl like you should waste your time with assholes like him."

"I wanted to gain some popularity but that seems so stupid now that I think about it."

"It is stupid you don't need to get guys like his attention to be popular. A girl like you can be a star in a dump like this if you just be yourself."

"Easy for you to say 'captain of soccer team and star of the school choir'. I'm just average and wanted to be noticed for once," I tell him.

"Well, I noticed you even before all this went down. Just too scared to talk to you."

"What? Why?" I say shocked.

"Because a pretty girl like you makes me nervous." I was about to say something but the bell rings meaning lunch has ended. "Anyways I just wanted to say, don't let these idiots get to you, they can't see the amazing person you are. They only wish to look as great as you do with just a hoodie and no makeup," He says with a grin before getting up. Why haven't I talked to this amazing and extremely handsome guy before? Shawn was about to walk away but I stop him.

"Uh, Shawn?" I call him and he turns around.

"Hm?"

"Thank you," I say and smile for the first time in days.

"No problem beautiful, see ya later," he winks before going back inside.

I feel much better now knowing I still had one friend in this school.

[itsrottenwork]

Hi mj!! Secret Santa here!! Hope your Saturday was a relaxing one!!✨

Ooooo, you’re so close to being finished!! Sending you my congratulations early and wishing you all the best on your future endeavors!! 🥳✨

They’re so pretty!! The cat rock really gives it a nice touch lol.

I feel you 100%!! My college friends and I have always wanted to do a long road trip across different states, but because a lot of us are busy doing our own thing, it has been a bit difficult to plan it all out. Wishing you all the best for that road-trip with your friends!! Sounds very exciting!!

2022 was my year of concerts!! I feel very fortunate to have been able to attend these shows; they mean so much to me!! I’ve seen so many different artists (many of them more than once!) it’s hard to pick a favorite. I’d probably have to say my top three were Big Time Rush, Dua Lipa, and Louis Tomlinson. Can’t wait for what 2023 has in store!!

Those are some very practical answers!! I’d probably wouldn’t be able to also live without my phone; I think I would choose that, my Nintendo switch (gotta have some entertainment other than my phone lol), and my headphones!! Ooooo, you have a boomerang? That’s cool!! Have you gotten a chance to properly throw it and see if it came back? lol. Just based on your description of him, I bet your great grandfather was a very nice man!! I would probably try and meet one of my fav. Music artists, but I would also really love to have met my great grandmother from my mothers side!! She looks exactly like my grandmother when she was younger, and I heard many stories from my mom about who she was as an individual!! I think that would have been neat!!

Speed round questions!! Do you have a fav. Animal? What is your guilty pleasure? Since 2023 is approaching, what’s one thing you would like to do once the new year hits!? Is there something that never fails to make you laugh? 🎄✨

I am, thank you thank you!! I'm really excited to be finished, but yeah, don't quite know what comes next. hopefully that's the fun part!!

that would be sooo fun!! I've only ever done a bit long distance road trip across states like that when I was moving, so less fun, but driving cross country with friends would be like a movie or something!! honestly the biggest trouble is making sure everyone's free at the same time, breaks that match up and whatnot, and even though my friends go to a different uni, we've luckily got some time off at the same time. hopefully you'll get to hear all about our trip in the spring!!

oh wow those are some really big ones, lucky you!! I feel like dua lipa would be a fun concert and I've heard good things about the louis tour. I'm glad you got to see so many shows this year!!

headphones is a very good shout actually, I cannot stand listening to any sound from my phone in public unless I have headphones in. I do have a boomerang, I painted it myself!! but I didn't get to learn to throw it. they had a little lesson, but I was injured at the time and couldn't go. also I think mine is more decorative than practical, I'm not sure how it works but it's a bit rough round the edges lol

speed round answers!!

favorite animal: I don't really have one!!

guilty pleasure: I have suuuch a sweet tooth ngl

things to do in the new year: hmm, I haven't thought about a resolution or anything like that yet. I think it's all like, longer term goals for me at the moment, but 2023 is gonna be about getting direction in my life (after I graduate and get a job and whatnot obv)

makes you laugh: this is going to sound stupid but every once in a while I'll rewatch this video because it's so incredibly silly and the guy's laughter is infectious

[texasthegreatdestroyer]

So, I don't usually do these, because I always felt that shipping oc's with characters from other fan works was socially frowned upon, but since I've been seeing a few of these around, I'll give it a shot. My OC shipped with Auron.

Auron x Texas.

Yes, Auron's current partner in crime, rather he'd liked to admit it or not. Their meeting was rather... comedic. Auron didn't really notice his co worker until he accidentally rested the elbow of his sheifed arm on her head. She was very short, Her height being 4'8. He looked down to find a short, albino girl with wolf ears, and a tail. The whole package. Everything else looked human, she just had a few furry parts to her. Another key thing about her is that she always came off as the, "edgy" type, for her preference in black lipstick, and eyeliner. When he did get to know her, Auron has always found her annoyingly chipper, and overly friendly. The two attended a funeral together once, and she wouldn't stop smiling. Seriously. How does someone smile that much at a funeral??? Auron asked her about it.

Her response: Usually when people die, they don't want people to mourn over them, there for I choose not to mourn.

She wasn't entirely wrong, speaking from his own experiences, however it wasn't exactly the majority opinion, as Auron had to keep the wife of the dead man from trying to punch Tex in the face. Tex was almost always very clingy in the irritating and physical sense. She liked hugging a lot. She would hug Auron everytime she'd see him, and it usually would last 5 minutes before he would have to eventually pull her off. As time went on, and they grew closer, Auron started to notice that something was very wrong with Texas. Her extremely chipper personality was used to hide some dark, twisted thoughts, feelings, and even experiences. He came to this realization when he went to visit her one night, and she didn't answer her door. She lived in a dormitory like area, where there was the bedroom, and then a small room next to it that was a kitchen, and the bathroom being against the the smaller side of the rectangular kitchen. It was a nice little place for someone who likes living alone, but it had its downsides, like paper thin walls. You could hear the inhabitants, and they most likely can hear you as well. After a minute or two of waiting, just as he turned to leave, Auron was startled by the sound of soft, female sobbing, coming from Tex's dorm. He knew for a fact that if Tex was crying, which he had never actually seen her do, something was horribly wrong. He immediately opened the door to find a mess waiting for him. Texas sat their curled up in a ball, hands grabbing at her hair and pulling, make up smeared, wrists bleeding from self inflicted bites. Scattered around her were drawings of morbid, violent, and just horrid depictions, along with words scribbled over them along the lines of, "Worthless", "Dead", "No Future", "I'm nothing." A common sign of depression. If there was one thing Auron always knew about Tex is that she had a talent for art. She did this thing that she called a web comic. Auron, not really being kept up in technology, never really knowing what it was, let alone reading it, thought nothing of it, but he had seen her art, and it was phenomenal. It really opened his eyes to what she truly was when he saw that beauty and talent turned into something so ugly and self degrading. When Tex finally noticed him, her reaction was just to try to hide herself in the comfort of her knees. Auron began snooping around, and grabbing rags, then pried Tex's hands from her head, and wrapped her wrist.

Auron: Moron. What were you thinking???

Texas: ...

Auron pulled her into an embrace, still holding the rags to her wrist.

Auron: Would you like to talk about why you bit yourself up like this? Or the sketches for that matter?

Texas: I-I don't know what to do! My art! My comic! I- the deadline to get chapter 9 out is tomorrow, and I thought I could just push through it in a day with enough effort, but I don't even have content! I don't have a script! I have no story, no art for chapter 9! I'm a fuck up! I'm stupid! I'm nothing! I-... I'm so sorry... you shouldn't have had to see me like this...

Auron: It's fine. You're human after all. I expect you to have emotions, breaking points. As for your problems. Tex, the comic is just a for fun thing, right?

Texas: Yeah...

Auron: Great. Take some time off until you get over your writer's block. The timely fashion of updates doesn't matter, the quality does. If you can't produce anything good, then step back and take a break. It's obvious that it's affecting your mental health. This will make you hate what you do, so step back from it. Take a break.

Texas: You're right, I've just... meh.

Auron: Don't be afraid to show your emotions around me. It shows me that you are human.

That night, Auron didn't leave Tex's side, mainly out of fear for what she might do when she's alone. This opened a pathway for future sleep overs. Auron didn't share his bed with many, but with Tex, it had become routine, and he didn't mind. He actually liked the cuddles. A few months later, he receives a message from Tex. That night, she wasn't with him, she decided to stay at her place to do some cleaning.

Message received at 1:23 am:

Texas: Hey. Are you awake?

Auron: I wasn't until you woke me. -_-

Texas: Oh sorry. I forgot that your ringtone is up all the way usually... I'm sorry. XD

Auron: This better be important if it warrants you texting me at one in the morning...

Texas:...

Auron: It's not that important, is it?

Texas: ... No comment...

Auron: Tex...

Texas: I'll leave you alone then.

Auron: Why do you do this!? Spit it out! I'm already awake!

Texas: Are you sure? It can wait until tomorrow.

Auron: Tex. Spit. It. Out...

Texas: I can't! You're making me nervous!XI

Auron: Why would you be nervous?

Texas: Because it's kinda personal...

Auron: Okay. Pretend I'm not here. Say what you have to say.

Texas: ... that is so unaffective when I'm staring directly at that message...

Auron: Point taken. Just tell me.

Texas: Okaaaaay! ...

The icon at the bottom that says that Tex is typing stays that way for 5 minutes.

Auron: So?

Texas: Okay. Here goes nothing. And when I say that, I mean here goes everything I could possibly hold dear in my life. XD

Auron: Are you going to say what I think you're going to say?

Texas: I would really really really REALLY like to punch you in the face!

Auron: Okay, that's not where I thought you were going with this.

Texas: With my face, gently... I Love you! You are amazing, and wise, and sweet, even when you hide it under your protective layers! I simply love you. End of story. And I was wondering if you would allow me to take you out to dinner! I'm going to go cry now, because I feel like I'm dying XD

Auron: I stand corrected...

Auron: O//_//O...

Auron: No.

Texas: No?

Auron: No.

Texas: Okay then... What? No reason why? Like I'm cool with it, if you don't like me like that, but still. At least give me a reason...

Auron: Okay. I'll tell you exactly why. Yeah. I like you. I think you're cute. However, I don't appreciate you waking me up at 1 in the morning to text me with a confession. You want a relationship? Fine, but take initiative and tell me to my face. Quit being a coward. -_-

Texas: Ouch. My feel goods. Anyways, I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow man. Sorry about this...

Auron: It's fine :) Sleep well, Tex.

Texas: You too bro <3

After Auron and Tex finish messaging each other, Auron goes back to sleep. The next day is pretty amusing. Auron waits for his partner. Half expecting she hopes to forget about the previous night. Auron hears running behind him, and turns to find Tex in a suit and tie running up to hi., screaming, "I love you, you sexy, sexy son of a gun!" She knocks his feet out from under him, and steals a very, very passionate kiss, but soon afterwards, causing Auron and Tex both to fall over to the ground. Because her tiny frame is too much for his bigger, heavier frame. Luckily Texas's arm was under Auron's head when they fell, so no brain damage was caused to the older male. Texas turns to Auron, half expected to be heated, and she wasn't wrong, just heated in a different sense. Auron's face was bright red, slight tears to his eyes, he bursts out laughing, black lipstick smeared on his lips.

Texas: What? You told me to take initiative!

His laughter fades to a light chuckle, and then he stops.

Auron: Wow. That was... cheesy.

Texas: Also clearly failed...

Auron: (Still catching his breath.) No it didn't.

Texas: So it actually worked!?!? YAY!

Auron: Just don't do that again. You took us both out in the process.

Auron pulls Tex into his lap, and the two share a proper kiss.

Auron: See. That in of it's self is enough for me.

Texas: Yeah, but it wouldn't be a confession from me if it wasn't stupidly cheesy and didn't make you smile.

Auron: It's missing something though.

Texas: And that is?

Auron: The amazing pick up line from last night.

Texas: Ah yes, you have good taste, my kind, gentle sir. I would really.

Auron: Yes?

Texas: Really.

Auron: Go on.

Texas: Really.

Auron:...

Texas: Really!

Auron: Hopefully this is the last, "Really."

Texas: Like to punch you in the face. With my face gently, romantically, and in other places besides your face.

Auron: Okay. Okay. Calm down. We haven't even had dinner yet...

Texas: Exactly. Dinner.

Auron is very flustered at his now girlfriend's sense of humor. Safe to say, they had a very romantic evening together. ;3

This is my contribution to OC x Fan work Characters. Hope you enjoyed!