#I might need to come back to recall some of the new words I'll make a new post! Right now it's SFA time 💃💃

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Wnes i gychwyn y radio heddi ar gyfer hwyl, dim rheswm, ac am ddewis! Ar Radio Wales, mae Huw Stephens, yn chwarae artistau newydd o Gymru (ac allan), maen nhw’n artistau alternative yn aml, fy hoff o gerddoriaeth! Ac ar Radio Cymru, mae Rhys Mwyn! Wnes i bostio postiau hir yn Saesneg am y sîn roc Gymraeg o'r 80au a 90au, sy'n creu'r 'sîn miwsig' modern, sy'n creu'r sîn pop culture o'r presennol. Wnaeth Rhys Mwyn rhan bwysig o'r sîn alternative ma! Wnaeth e yn y band Yr Anrhefn, band pync Gymraeg yn yr 80au, a wnaeth e greu'r label Anrhefn Records, label DIY. Wnaeth lawer o fandiau o'r 80au a 90au yn rhyddhau caneuon, EPau ac albwms ar Anrhefn.

Beth bynnag. Mae fe ar BBC radio Cymru nawr, ma fe'n cyflwyno rhaglen cerddoriaeth rheoliadd, a heddi mae fe'n sgwrsio am gerddoriaeth 00au. Wnes i gychwyn y sianel a wnaethon nhw weud am y sîn roc 90au: bandiau fel Super Furry Animals, Catatonia, Big Leaves a Sibrydion, y band ar ôl wnaeth Big Leaves ddiwedd, a hefyd, am y gyrfaoedd solo o ein aelodau. Ac yna mae Rhys Mwyn yn chwarae Ymaelodi Â'r Ymylon o'r albwm Mwng gan SFA (albwm alt roc Gymraeg dylanwadol iawn!)

Fel wnes i ddweud: am ddewis!

[roosterforme]

Go Big or Go Home | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Once your husband gets going, it's hard to reel him in again. Now that you've told everyone that you're pregnant, you realize he's always going to go a little over the top for you and the baby. But you let him get away with it, because nothing feels quite as important as the love he has for you.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, slight angst, pregnancy topics

Length: 2000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

You sat in a lounge chair on your back patio, sipping some Gatorade in your oversized sunglasses and watching your sweaty husband doing yard work. He started out an hour ago with a shirt on, but he discarded that in favor of showing off his glistening torso for your entertainment. At least that's what you told yourself. 

"Roo! Come take a break!"

Bradley turned and looked at you as he wiped his brow with his forearm. "Sweetheart. No breaks. I want to get as much done as I can around here now so you don't have to worry about it later."

You sighed. He was going to wear himself out with projects leading up to his deployment. You loved that he wanted to leave you without a dripping faucet in the kitchen and without weeds in the backyard, but sending him off away in a few days if he wasn't well rested was going to spell disaster.

"If I need something done while you're away, I'll call Jake or Cam."

Bradley scoffed but dropped the rake he was using and headed your way in his low slung jeans. "I can't let another man do my yard work. That absolutely goes against guy code." He started to lean down for a kiss, and he smelled so good, you moaned before he even touched you. "Hey now," he said with a smirk, pausing a few inches from your lips. "I have an idea."

"Tell me," you whined.

His smirk grew. "Something that might successfully lure me away from my projects?"

"Yes, we can fuck," you told him immediately, but instead of kissing your lips, he chuckled and dropped to his knees next to your lounger and ran his nose along your shirt. 

"Hold that thought, because we will be doing that later." He nudged the shirt fabric up until his lips met the bare skin of your belly, kissing his new favorite spot on your body. "Hey, little Nugget," he whispered, and your heart melted as you ran your fingers through his sweaty hair. "Think Mommy will go for our scheme?"

You laughed. "You're scheming with the baby? Already?"

"Oh yeah," he told you with a serious nod. "Here's what we're gonna do."

"This should be good," you muttered as he kissed you one more time before pulling your shirt back down.

"How about instead of chores, we spend the rest of the day shopping for baby stuff?"

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. You were just barely into your second trimester, and it felt early to be buying too many things at this point, but the eager look on Bradley's face had you agreeing. "I'll let you pick out one thing."

His eyes lit up, and you should have known what was coming. "Let's make it five things."

"Bradley," you groaned, and he started kissing your lips in earnest until you giggled. "Fine! Three things! Final offer!"

"Sold."

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"I love this store," Bradley said as he held your hand and walked around the enormous baby depot.

"You've only been here one time!" you reminded him. "And we were shopping for a gift for someone else's baby."

He recalled that day perfectly. It was when you and he both admitted you wanted kids, and he hadn't stopped thinking about expanding his family with you since then. "I still love it," he said, pulling you toward the baby clothes. He desperately wanted to buy his child their first outfit, but he didn't know what would be suitable. Something told him he'd know what he wanted when he saw it.

The main issue he was having right now was your libido. He'd skipped a shower in favor of coming right here, and somehow you seemed even worse than usual. Even more wound up. "You smell so good," you whispered, pressing yourself against him as soon as he stopped to look around. Even as he throbbed for you, he told himself he needed to stay on task.

"Baby Girl, I will let you do anything you want to me," he swore, and your eyes glittered. "Later. After I pick out my three things for the Nugget."

"Well, hurry up," you whispered, running your fingers low on his abs while he looked at some onesies. "I'm horny."

He kissed the top of your head and guided you along. "I know you are. I won't leave you hanging." And he wouldn't. He'd be gone soon, sent away to some undisclosed location for some undisclosed amount of time where he'd have no access to you or the Nugget. He'd give you everything you wanted and needed right now, but this little shopping trip was something for him. He needed this. There was always the fear in the back of his mind that he might not return. 

"These are cute sunglasses," you mused, still running one hand along his body. "Little aviators."

Bradley felt like his insides were going to melt as you held up the tiniest pair of sunglasses he'd ever seen in his life. "Holy shit," he muttered when you handed them to him. "These are fucking adorable, Sweetheart. Good find. Our baby is going to look so damn cool."

"What did I tell you about swearing so much?" you said as you rubbed your face on his shirt. Bradley knew you were a ticking time bomb at the moment. He needed to make his selections and get you out before you started to whine for him.

"I'll fucking behave," he replied, making you laugh. And that was when he saw it. The perfect onesie. His child needed to have it. He made a beeline toward the shelf and snatched it up as you followed behind him.

"That's cute!" you said, running your fingers along the airplane and the clouds that spelled out Aim for the Sky. The clothing sizes went by months, which was very confusing to him. Surely the baby wouldn't be growing that fast? Needing new clothing every few weeks?

"Just to be sure," he muttered, grabbing the onesie in several sizes. "Okay, that's item number one of three."

"Technically that looks like four items to me, Bradley. Why are you getting so many onesies?"

"In case the Nugget grows at super speeds. I'm going to want to take a million photos of this outfit."

When he gave you his saddest eyes, you groaned and said, "Fine. Nugget's first outfit has been acquired. Pick two more items, and we can go home and get in bed."

With a grin, he started to lead you around the store. He wanted to get the baby a toy, but he wasn't sure which would be the best. Jake had been telling him about everything he wanted to buy for Jeremiah, and some of it sounded fun, but once again, he wanted the Nugget to have something unique. One of a kind. Only the best shit for his kid.

"Oh my god!" he exclaimed, thrusting the onesies and aviators into your hands and running to the end of the aisle. "That's it!" He was hitting the enormous box with his palm over and over again. "Look at this! It's perfect!"

"Roo, it's five hundred bucks, and the baby won't even be able to use it for a few years," you warned, but it was too late. He was already sliding the box from the shelf and carrying it to the front of the store. "Bradley!"

"It's one of my three items! Now help guide me. This thing is massive."

With great joy, he paid for the orange Bronco Power Wheels and carried the box out to his full sized blue Bronco and fit it in the back while you held the bag containing the onesies and sunglasses. "I am so afraid to ask what your third item is going to be," you said as he struggled to make the box fit. But he had an idea. He'd had an idea for ages. It was part of the reason he had been trying to clean up the backyard a little bit more and even out the soil next to the shed.

When he closed the tailgate, he kissed your forehead gently. "There's nothing to be afraid of," he said calmly as he buckled you in the passenger seat and leaned down to kiss your belly. "The Nugget and I know exactly what to get."

You rolled your eyes and then asked what he was scheming up now. You asked the entire way home what he was going to buy, and he was only able to finally distract you once he had his clothes off in the bedroom. "Don't worry about it, Baby Girl. Worry about the fact that you won't be able to walk straight in half an hour."

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Bradley never told you what else he was going to buy, but later that night, you had the suspicion that it had already been purchased. You spent the evening with him out in the garage, sitting on his bench press and eating a bag of pretzels while he put the Power Wheels together on a tarp on the floor. 

"Can't leave the baby out," he muttered as he screwed the doors on. "Now we all have our own Bronco."

He looked adorable, his hair messy from how you'd had your fingers tangled in it, and the eager look on his face was something you'd desperately miss when he was gone. "The box says ages three to seven," you reminded him before you bit into a pretzel, but he just grunted in response. "And what if the Nugget doesn't like Broncos?" you asked just to tease him, earning a glare in response.

"The baby will have impeccable taste," he muttered, turning the page in the instruction booklet. "Broncos and hot sauce and airplanes."

You waited a few seconds until he looked very distracted, and then you softly asked, "What's the third thing you bought?"

He hummed as he located the set of screws he would need for the hood. "You'll see soon enough. It's being delivered tomorrow."

Tomorrow was Monday. He was leaving on Wednesday. "It's not something big that will need to be assembled like the Power Wheels, right?" He had the guiltiest expression on his face as he turned to look up at you. "Right?" you repeated. "Bradley!"

You got your answer the following morning when you were squeezing into your new uniform pants which were a size larger than your old ones. You were dreading the thought of having to start wearing a maternity uniform to work and went with new pants to buy yourself some time. You froze with your zipper halfway pulled up and called out to Bradley in the kitchen. "What's that sound?"

"Uh... it's the third thing for the Nugget being delivered," he replied, and you immediately headed for your front door and the repetitive beeping sound coming from outside. "Don't freak out," he said as he came up behind you as you wrenched the front door open. 

Bradley had already seemingly moved both Broncos to the street in anticipation of the forklift that was moving wooden pallets wrapped up in plastic onto the driveway. "Do I even want to know?" you whispered as the forklift backed up to scoop another pallet off of the truck that was parked in the middle of your street. 

He wrapped his arms around you from behind and let his hands rest on your bloated belly while he nuzzled your ear. "It's a thirty-seven piece jungle gym playset for the backyard."

"A thirty-seven piece...."

"The Nugget and I both really wanted it."

You pinched the bridge of your nose as your dog plopped down next to your feet, and the three of you watched the forklift make several more trips up the driveway. "Don't you dare try to buy anything else right now. Do you understand me?"

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Nothing says 'Bradley's child' quite like baby's first Bronco. And he's so precious, he's already built the thing. He's been daydreaming about the playset for long enough that it was bound to happen, too. Let's send him on this deployment and get him back home to his wifey and his Nugget. Stay tuned for more! Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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New Voice Messages (Part Two)

Solomon

"I know you're probably busy helping the brothers, so I completely understand you not answering right away. I've thought about it, and I realized Thirteen does have a point about me not keeping my past a secret from you. It's just that previously, trying to recall those memories brings about a lot of pain, making me inconsolable for several days. *sighs* But I'd much rather you hear it directly from me than from Barbatos or Thirteen. I'll share as much as I can, but please be understanding if I don't tell you everything in one go."

"I was born in a country where magic was thought to be sinister and wrong. It was something to be reviled. All it took was the slightest rumor, and anyone involved was branded a heretic, locked up, and executed. So, needless to say, my parents freaked out when I was born with magical abilities. My entire family would face consequences if word got out, so they told everyone that I had a serious illness and kept me from coming into contact with anyone inside the house. The safest room in the house was the basement, so that became my room for many years. Thirteen actually discovered me in there. She tried comforting me, but since she was wearing traditional reaper attire, her words didn't do much to comfort me."

"Sorry. Needed a moment to recollect myself. I'm okay now. Anyway, as I was growing up, I tried really hard to suppress my own power. But then one day I just couldn't anymore. *pauses* The real reason why I can't go back to my hometown is because it doesn't exist anymore. I destroyed it when I lost control over my magic. The land itself is cursed now. Anyone that steps foot on it is sure to meet a quick, gruesome death. I didn't realize what had happened until I was surrounded by rubble and dead bodies. I ended up collapsing to the ground and sobbing. I knew it wouldn't undo all the destruction, but what else could I do? Barbatos eventually came and took me away to Thirteen's cave, where he made me the guardian of the Fountain of Knowledge and branded me the Witty Sorcerer."

"That's about the general gist of my past. There are some specific details that I don't feel comfortable sharing right now. *pauses again* You remind me a lot of myself when I was younger. I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did, MC. If you're not careful, you'll become more dangerous than I ever was at that point in my life. You might actually be able to destroy entire realms, not just one or two towns. Don't let anyone manipulate you into making that decision, not even our angels and demons. You're not a puppet. You have the right to forge your own path and decide your future."

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[heian-era-housewife]

more realistic smut please (I'm begging)

Idk why but somehow it was more erotic may God help me with this need TO FUCK THESE MEN

No need to beg! There are more on the way 😁 The big all-in-one post took me out though, so I'll be doing individual releases this time around.

Anon, I feel ya. I'm so down bad for these guys it's not even funny. 😩

Please enjoy some Choso in the meantime and thanks so much for reading!

~Yuri

Synopsis | Choso learns that not everything on the internet can be trusted. But he can always trust in you ♡

Content | mdni, Choso x fem!reader

This is part 2 of a "realistic" smut series. Read part 1 here!

Choso is ready. He's done his research. He's come prepared. Armed with new knowledge and bolstered by fresh confidence, he wants nothing more than to show you what he's learned and put the memory of your most recent amorous encounter behind you both. That's why he flashes you a clever grin as he pulls out not one, but two condoms to set on your bedside table.

"Ooh, someone's been thinking ahead!" You praise him, taking notice. "Always good to have a backup."

"I didn't want a repeat of last time," he recalls, one bashfull hand rubbing the back of his neck. "So, I did some reading up on my own this time."

"Impressive!" You coo.

With a coy smile, he slides on the first condom, watching as you give your hips a little wiggle of anticipation. Ready to impress, he reaches for the second.

"Wait, Cho, what are you doing...?"

"I told you," he smirks. "I don't want a repeat of last time, so I'll be wearing two. They call it 'double bagging.'"

"Oh...Cho, that's not ummm..." you squirm, trying to find the right words.

"What's wrong?"

"That's actually not the best idea, despite what some people might think. They're actually more likely to rip or come off..." your voice trails away watching as his face falls. "It's not your fault, though!" You hasten to reassure him. "The internet is full of misinformation. I'd love to hear what else you've learned!" Face brightening, Choso scooches forward eargerly for his chance at redemption.

"Let's see..." he recollects. "Size isn't as big a deal as people make it."

"Good! I'm glad you understand that," you encourage.

"Oh! And communication is really important!"

"Absolutely! You can always be open and honest with me, Cho!"

"I know," he says. "That's why I haven't been faking any of my orgasms!"

"Oh, wow I-" It's all you can do not to burst out laughing. "I figured as much."

"Speaking of fake, I never realized porn could be so misleading!"

"Yeah...unfortunately it's full of misconceptions and myths," you agree.

"Yeah! Like the g-spot!"

"Oh. Actually, that one's real," you can't help but laugh this time. "It's just really hard to find. We'll work on it."

"Ughhh!" He cries in frustration, falling back against the bed. "How does anyone figure this all out?!"

"Time and patience. Lots of practice," you say with a wink. "And you don't have to rely on the internet alone. You can always come to me with questions, you know."

"There is something I wanted to ask you!" He remembers, sitting up. "What's a MILF?"

"A MILF?!" You repeat in surprise.

"Yeah! I keep getting these advertisements. Whatever it is, there are dozens in our area!"

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[runnning-outof-time]

Birmingham | Tommy Shelby x Reader (Part 12)

Previous Part

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) joins the Shelbys at their family event, where she starts to feel like she actually belongs. Things take a sharp turn afterwards, when a surprise raid leaves a new baby without its father, and (Y/N) knows who may be behind it.

Warnings: language, smoking, mentions of drinking, vague descriptions of childbirth

Word Count: 3932

A/N: I’m a bit nervous for this one cuz I’m not sure about it…I hope it’s received well. As usual, the italicized dialogue is taken from the show. Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Comment/Message me if you’d like to be tagged in future parts!

"I'll allow you enough time to go home and come back here before the event starts," Tommy said to (Y/N) after he'd given the basic details of the event that was happening later that evening.

"Why is that necessary?" (Y/N) asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"You'll need a nicer dress on," he answered her, taking that excuse to look her figure over. If she asked why he'd done that, he wouldn't admit to his secondary intentions.

She scoffed at him, the smile making its way onto her features showing that there was no actual harm in his words. "Mr. Shelby! I'm feeling quite insulted by your statement!" she playfully gasped, a hand over her heart for dramatic effect. Tommy chuckled and shook his head at her statement. "Exactly what type of an event am I attending?" she asked for more details then.

"It's a wedding."

"A wedding?" she asked, surprise now present in her voice.

"John's getting married," he answered nonchalantly, as if what he was going to say was obvious.

But it most certainly was not to (Y/N). "John's getting married?" Her eyes were wide now.

"Yeah," Tommy was still nonchalant.

"He found someone?" she asked yet another question. She couldn't recall John having a woman and wondered how much had happened over the month she'd been absent.

"I found him someone," he corrected her.

"Found? What is that supposed to mean? Does he even know this woman?" more questions escaped (Y/N)'s lips before she could slow them down.

"No," Tommy shook his head, continuing before she could jump on him - she certainly looked like she was ready to, "he needs someone to look after his kids...we need a way to settle the feud that's going on between us and the Lee's. This marriage will satisfy both. Esme's a good woman."

(Y/N) listened intently to his explanation, taking some time to let the pieces connect in her mind so that it'd, hopefully, make more sense. "Don't you think it's a little...backwards; medieval, maybe, to be marrying him off like this? You're treating him as if he's your daughter, which he most certainly is not," she pointed out.

"John will understand that this is what's best for the business," he answered her, dismissing her points without giving much thought to them.

(Y/N) pursed her lips and shook her head slightly. She had many thoughts about this major life decision that Tommy had made for his brother without even consulting him. She was sure that he had his reasons, as she's noticed by now that Tommy always does, but she couldn't help but wonder what John would think of the arrangement.

"(Y/N)?" Tommy's voice broke her out of her thoughts.

"Yeah?" she asked, focusing on him again.

"You didn't hear what I said, did you?" he asked her, the corner of his lips threatening to quirk upwards because he knew her answer already. She didn't give him a verbal one, but instead shook her head as a guilty smile formed on her face. "I'd said that you can go home now so that you'll be able to meet Pol back here...if you still want to go, that is," Tommy restated what he'd said before, then looking at her expectantly.

"No, yeah, I'll head home quickly and do that," (Y/N) nodded, grabbing the rag that she was using to clean down the bartop so that she could put it into the wash bucket.

"Grace, you'll stay here later tonight. Celebration might be in order after everything's finished," Tommy addressed the other woman, who had been wiping down the tables whilst the other two were talking.

"Ok, Tommy," Grace nodded, sending a smile in his direction before she resumed her task.

(Y/N) stuck around for a few more moments to see if there was anything else to be said to her. When silence rang out through the room, she walked out from behind the bar and made her way to the door of the tavern.

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"Don't you think this is a little backwards, Pol?" (Y/N) asked the older woman as they walked down the streets to the section of Small Heath where the wedding was being held, "you know...Tommy choosing John's wife for him."

Polly pursed her lips as she heard (Y/N)'s statement. She thought about it for a moment before sharing her response, "John's got a lot on his plate with the children he's got running around at home, and this war between families needed to be settled," she kept her response vague, outlining the same points that Tommy had hit, "sometimes business and family intertwine," she added onto the end.

(Y/N) exhaled a slight sigh, still not really able to wrap her head around the situation in its entirety. She couldn’t help but think of the times that her family had done similar things. She really didn’t want to mix the two families, but it certainly was hard not to at the moment.

"This woman will be good for John," Polly told (Y/N). It was almost like she knew what the younger woman was thinking. "We need to make a stop first," she then announced, taking (Y/N)'s arm and leading her down another row of homes.

As they walked on, a familiar face was standing on the sidewalk just outside one of the larger buildings. A smile formed on (Y/N)'s face as she got closer and made out who this person was.

"Are you ready?" Polly asked her niece as she and (Y/N) came to a stop in front of her.

"Ready as I can be," Ada answered, with what seemed to be a faltering smile on her face.

"You look good, Ada," (Y/N) stated, smiling at the brown-haired woman.

"So do you," she returned the compliment, offering a real smile this time. "Shall we go?" she asked then, looking between the other two women. Both Polly and (Y/N) nodded their heads and the three set off to where the ceremony was being held.

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John was already up at the altar with his bride-to-be when the three women arrived at the ceremony. Polly led them over to where Tommy was standing. She let Ada stay there before she tapped on (Y/N)'s elbow. A silent glance told (Y/N) that she should join her and let the siblings have their space, so the two moved over to the side of the aisle and watched on.

The ceremony was short and sweet, and ended with John and his new bride sharing a kiss to signify their new bond as cheers rang out from both of the families. The celebration started almost immediately after. A band began to play and an upbeat song was being sung.

"Care to share a dance with me, (Y/N)?" Arthur's voice came from over her shoulder, making her turn away from Polly to look at him. She smiled up at him before looking at his hand that was outstretched in her direction. "It won't hurt nothin'," he told her after a few moments had passed.

(Y/N) nodded and stood from her chair, glancing over her shoulder to see Tommy watching her, a cigarette perched between his lips. A part of her wished that it was Tommy who'd asked her to share a dance, but she didn't let herself get hung up on that. Instead, she rested her hand into Arthur's palm and allowed him to lead her out to the dance floor. They began dancing to the upbeat song, wide smiles on both of their faces.

Tommy's eyes stayed focused on (Y/N) as she moved about the makeshift dance floor. Polly and Zilpha were having a conversation next to him, but he was only half-listening to it, his mind focused elsewhere.

On the dance floor, (Y/N) danced with Arthur until Ada swooped in and took her as her partner. Arthur said nothing in response to this and instead just stood off to the side and watched the women dance. It was obvious that Ada had some to drink. She was laughing loudly and singing along to the song, not caring in the slightest that she was out of tune. (Y/N) was laughing along with her, truly enjoying herself for the first time in a while.

The two women danced like that for some time, and Ada's behavior only got more boisterous with each second that passed. When (Y/N) asked Ada the reason behind her desire to let herself loose like this, she quickly brought to attention the fact that she'd been cooped up in a dingy apartment away from everyone and everything, and that she was at her mind's end...she just wanted to have some fun. And fun they had.

Until Tommy came walking over to the dance floor. "Ahh look, (Y/N)!" Ada called out once she noticed that her brother was approaching, "he's coming over for a dance with you!"

(Y/N) froze in her spot and opened her mouth to speak, but was unable to because Tommy had already extended a hand to Ada and was addressing her: "Ada, come on. Have a rest, sit down," he began, speaking in a calm voice in hopes that a big spectacle wouldn't be made.

But, of course, Ada had other plans. "Come and look, Esme," she called to the woman sitting next to John as she stopped dancing and faced Tommy, "come and look at the family you've joined! Come and look at the man who runs it!"

"Ada..." (Y/N) said in a harsh whisper as she took a step closer to the brown-haired woman's side, hoping that she could goad her into stopping before things blew up any further. Ada didn't even bother to break her gaze from Tommy. She had her mind made up, and nothing was going to veer her off of her course.

"He chooses his brother's wives for them! He hunts his own sister down, like a rat, and he tries to kill his own brother-in-law!" she continued, pushing Tommy away as he tried to come closer to her, her volume and emotion rising with each word she spoke.

"Ada, that's enough," Polly said as she moved behind her, her eyes jumping between her niece and (Y/N), who was also trying to get Ada to relax.

"And now he won't even let me have a fucking dance! Not even at a fucking wedding!" she continued on. At this point, the party had come to a halt, and everyone's attention was on what was happening on the dance floor.

"Sit her down!" John chimed into the conversation, now standing behind Polly and (Y/N) with his new bride next to his side. He didn't seem to be happy that this was what his night had come to.

"Calm down, Ada," Polly continued with her attempts.

(Y/N) also joined in, finally able to put her hand on Ada's shoulder without having the other woman knock it away, "let's go and sit again, yeah? We'll take a little rest and come back to dancing again soon," she tried to get her to leave the situation.

Ada didn't say anything in response, but instead bent over and rested her hands on her knees, her breaths coming out in pants. Things got silent for a moment as Polly bent down with her. "Holy shit. Water. Right," she breathed out, her eyes wide as she stood up again.

This caused a different wave of emotion to sweep over the group that was now huddled together. "Not now, Ada," Arthur groaned, immediately knowing what his aunt was getting at, "bloody hell, you do pick your times."

Everyone started talking at once as (Y/N) and Polly managed to stand Ada upright again and spin her around so that they could leave the space. Tommy joined in behind them, placing a hand on his sister's back as they walked her over to where the family's car was parked.

"Go with Ada, (Y/N)," Tommy said from behind the group as they were approaching the car. She turned to look at him and nodded instead of verbally responding. She knew that she'd be going with her if he hadn't asked her to.

Ada had gone silent now, only letting out whimpers and groans as they walked. (Y/N) couldn't calm the adrenaline coursing through her as she walked...she never expected the night to turn out like this.

—

Polly had left the apartment, and only (Y/N) was left to watch over Ada, whose contractions had been coming at a steady pace since they'd left the wedding. Things were quiet until Esme came walking into the apartment. The three women stared at each other before Esme walked over to where the other two were sitting. Nothing could be said before Polly was calling up to them.

Her footsteps were heard rushing towards the room and there was a smile on her face when she came through the door. "Freddie'll be coming," she said, happiness evident in her words.

Ada exhaled a sigh that was a mixture of relief and happiness upon hearing these words, a tired smile forming on her face as she tried to steady her breathing. "I think...I think I need to push, Pol," she then panted out, making the three ladies come and circle around her.

"Alright, let's push," Polly said, and things took off from there.

(Y/N) tried to help the best she could, but it was obvious that she had little to no knowledge in the birthing department compared to these women. When Esme felt that the baby was facing the wrong way, (Y/N) immediately stepped into the support role, telling Ada that things would be fine and would work out in her favor. She helped hold her up as she moved to sit up on her knees, and the real pushing began. She hoped that it wouldn't last long, and hated seeing her friend in such pain.

"It's not much longer now, Ada. Alright, push," Polly talked her through the process, and soon enough, the sound of a child's cries were mixed in with Ada’s screams.

(Y/N) moved away from the other women to grab a smaller blanket so that Esme could wrap the baby up into it and get it cleaned off. "You did it," she said to Ada, who was taking deep breaths and trying to calm down from the experience she'd just gone through.

"Can you go see if the baby’s ok?" Ada asked (Y/N) in a shaky voice, and (Y/N) nodded, smiling before she stood up and moved over to where Esme was cleaning up the baby.

"How is the baby?" she asked as she got to the table.

"He's fine; healthy with no problems," Esme answered while working on wrapping the baby up with a fresh blanket.

"That's good to hear," (Y/N) replied, smiling down at the baby.

"Are you a Shelby as well?" Esme asked then, turning to look at (Y/N) once the baby had been swaddled.

"No, I'm not," (Y/N) answered, shaking her head. She was a bit taken back by the sudden question.

"Are you with one of the brothers?" Esme asked another question.

"No," (Y/N)'s answer was the same as before, though this one was said quicker than she'd have liked to.

"You seem pretty close to them," it still seemed as though things weren't making sense in Esme's mind.

"They've taken me in and made me feel safe here," (Y/N) gave her a short backstory of her history with the Shelby family. She figured that if there'd be a better time, she'd give the longer version, but now she just wanted to hand her friend her baby. Esme only nodded in response to (Y/N)'s answer, her eyes showing that she still had more questions on the matter, like (Y/N) had suspected she would.

Ada had moved over to the table after Polly was finished checking her, and took her baby into her arms after she'd sat down at one of the chairs. (Y/N) smiled as she watched Ada stare lovingly at the little bundle. Silence fell in the room then, and a calm washed over the women. No one spoke until Ada's name was being yelled from outside. Moments later, Freddie walked through the door of the apartment.

"It's a boy, Freddie," Ada announced, smiling at her husband as she turned to face him.

A wide smile appeared on Freddie's face as he moved over to sit by Ada. "It's a beautiful baby boy," he started as he reached out to touch the baby. Ada laughed softly as she leaned over at transfered the baby to his arms, "there you go. Welcome to the world, son," he said softly as he smiled down at the sleeping child.

The moment of reverie was broken by the sound of heavy knocking on the door. "Open up! Police!" could be heard from outside as the knocking continued. Everyone in the apartment froze. (Y/N) stayed in the corner as the police burst through the door and immediately went for Freddie. He tried to fight, but they overpowered him, and all that he could do was yell for Ada as they pulled him out of the apartment.

(Y/N) pulled Ada into a hug as she looked over at Polly, who was now looking like she wanted to rip someone's head off. "I need to go speak to Tommy," Polly said, looking briefly at the other women in the room before she moved to the door and exited the apartment.

The remaining women stayed frozen in their spots after Polly left, shocked and unsure of what to do next. "I...I think I need to go and make sure that Polly will be alright," (Y/N) broke the silence, and the other two women nodded their heads. She wanted to stay with Ada and Esme, but something was telling her to follow Polly to wherever she was going. So she rushed out of the apartment to catch up with Polly while the adrenaline coursed through her again...she never expected the night to turn out like this.

—

"Don't you dare look at me like that!" (Y/N) heard Polly scream from inside the Garrison as she rushed through its doors. As she entered the main bar room, she found Polly being held back by Arthur and John, and Tommy looking at her with a shock filled expression. A tense silence hung in the air as everyone waited for someone to say the next word. Polly broke it, spitting on the ground before saying "you liar," with venom dripping in her words. Tommy only blinked, probably still trying to process everything as Polly shook herself from her nephews' hold and stalked her way into the snug.

John and Arthur went to join her, shock also present on both of their faces. This left Tommy, Grace and (Y/N) standing in the main room. (Y/N) looked between the two, seeing an unreadable look on the other woman's face. Tommy's eyes found (Y/N)'s briefly before they dropped to the floor. He then turned and began walking to the back office.

(Y/N) stood still for a few moments before she also began walking to the backroom, something telling her that she should go speak with Tommy. "It's (Y/N)," she announced herself as she walked through the office's doorway.

Tommy had only made it halfway into the room before he had stopped and gripped onto his head with his hands. He was pushing his thumbs into his temples as he took deep breaths, trying to keep himself calm while also trying to figure out how this situation had come about. It was getting harder by the second to stop his mind from spiraling.

"Tommy..." she called out to him as she stepped closer to him, "what's going on?" she asked him once she was standing in front of him.

"I don't know," he breathed out, his hands still gripping at the ends of his hair, "I don't know what happened."

"With Freddie?" she hazarded a guess, her voice coming out soft so that he wouldn't think she was accusing him.

"Yes, with Freddie...with fucking everything," he answered, "I don't know what happened, but it wasn't me. I didn't send the coppers to Ada's."

"Who could it have been then?"

"I don't know...I don't know who," he answered her, his hands starting to shake against his head as his mind was still swarming with the possibilities of the scenarios that could have happened.

"Tommy..." (Y/N) trailed off when she noticed this shift, "hey, look at me," she said softly as she reached out and grabbed hold of his forearms so that she could pull his hands away from his face. He allowed her to, and she felt her heart drop the second she saw his wild, worried eyes.

"I don't know who it was, (Y/N)," he breathed again, shaking his head slightly as he exhaled shaky breaths, "but my family thinks it was me and I don't know how to change their mind."

(Y/N) nodded along as he conveyed what was going on in his mind, "hey, look at me, Tommy," she said, taking hold of his face and bringing him closer so that their foreheads were touching. Immediately she saw something change in his eyes, a bit of calmness washing over the worriedness the moment their skin touched. She stared at them for a few moments before she spoke again, "it wasn't you...I know it wasn't you." She didn't have concrete proof of this, but she believed him. She'd never seen him react like this before.

"Tom?! Tommy!" came from the hallway, breaking the silence in the room, "we found out who did it!" John was visible in the doorway seconds later.

(Y/N) and Tommy broke from each other, and Tommy was focused on his brother in a matter of seconds. "Who? Who was it?" he anxiously asked.

"It was that fucking Irish inspector, Chester Campbell. He and his coppers picked up Freddie...we got one of our men to tell us that he got an anonymous tip telling him where the apartment was," Arthur explained, walking into the room behind John.

Tommy swore to himself before he turned to look at (Y/N), who nodded her head, silently telling him to go with his brothers. He nodded back at her before the three rushed out of the office.

(Y/N) stood in the office, alone for a few moments. She needed a moment to think over everything that had happened over this short amount of time. As she pieced together the events of the night, something became evident to her. There was a voice screaming in her head, telling her that she knew exactly how this had happened. She knew of an Irishman named Chester, and of someone who could have provided that tip...and she honestly wouldn’t put it past that someone to provide that tip.

Sure, it could be a longshot, but right now she needed to talk to the woman who would have the answers. When she exited the office, she found the bar area empty, which meant that the person she wanted to talk to had left.

(Y/N) quickly left the Garrison for her apartment, hoping that she'd find the blonde-haired woman there. But after knocking a handful of times and coming up with nothing, she realized that having the conversation that night was a lost cause. So she returned to her apartment with her mind swirling from the possibilities and the adrenaline...she never expected the night to turn out like this.

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[carionto]

A Proper Welcoming Party - P3

Part 1 and 2

Two more discharges from the Main Defense Railgun to make a final point, then, once the Vice Admiral Krastina's ship, Darting Juniper, jumped in a couple of minutes after the last of the pirate ships had engaged their hyperdrives for an emergency jump, Bertha's Bosom docked back to the Heart of Liquid Stone to resume loading cargo. The Vice Admiral hailed the mining station:

"We heard your distress call and arrived as quickly as able. Seems like the show's over though?"

"Yeah, after the call we did a more thorough scan of their ships and realized they were no more than tin cans. The freight transport ship, Bertha over here, took a few shots, to a bit of a shock honest - completely atomized them, you can still see the trail even. Then they all fled in random directions."

"Understood. I'll sound a general alarm for the entire system. It'll at least be good to have everyone put what we drill all the time into action, even if the threat is less than the fake "Not-a-drill" drills us military crews go through."

"Still, Darting Juniper, we know there are some dumb enough out there to try. Next ones might be flying aluminium cans!"

Joked the station manager, Garrison Bronhjaven. The Vice Admiral, while chuckling internally, gave an expected serious military response, then after a few hours of no new reports, resumed her regular patrol and monitoring duties.

This incident will be recalled unflatteringly as "That time Bertha smacked a pirate fleet with her Bosom out of Sol."

...

Big Thrasher was alone.

He punched in the coordinates himself, but forgot his physique was above standard console size and fat-thumbed a really random patch of completely empty space.

Navigation computers get scrambled after an emergency jump as they require precise input and reference data for both the start and end locations to maintain knowledge of where in space a ship is. Doing so takes time as the computers need to access and cross-reference their current location with that in the database, and then calculate for time, distance, and spatial distortion to know where each of the relevant landmark objects will be upon arrival.

With an emergency jump, you just punch in a direction and go for however long the current energy reserves in the drive will last. There is a minor delay to let the computer adjust enough to not head straight for any known celestial object, but other than that, seconds compared to the minutes you don't have in an emergency.

Another double-edged sword to this - emergency mode raises the power use limits of a hyperdrive to be above energy generation, allowing you to travel much faster at the cost of not being able to stop until the drive is completely empty. Then to get the drive working again takes anywhere between a few hours and several days as you need to charge it to full before you can turn it back on. And then even more time to integrate all the navigational data back into the hyperdrive so that it can actually go anywhere.

In short, Big Thrasher will have quite a lot of time to think about the choices he made in his life to get to where he is right now.

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I'm kinda averse to killing off characters in my writings, so I think I've accidentally created a recurring comedy villain here. Also, technology details, was not what I intended to write about, it just sort of happened, the words come out and I just go with it and use them however seems fitting. Don't mistake all these details and additions and explanations for a plan - I don't know what is going to happen or what I'm building towards, if anything. But when/if I do figure it out, I will make all of this connect and make enough sense. Hopefully.

[stormyandodd]

Thoughts on Hooky-Marionetta. Some spoilers!

I know it probaly won't happen, but I would love to see the characters from Hooky interact with the characters from Marionetta. There are so many possibilities, but the ones I'd enjoy the most are:

Since Dani and Nico are spreading the word and building new bridges between people and witches, I'd love to see them interact with the members of the circus during this time in the story, but I'd especially like to see them interact with Sahed, Rainah and Julia.

I'd also be curious to see Dorian and Sahed interact, since, if I can recall correctly, Dorian had a lot of inner conflict about how he felt about non-magic users, and he had a lot of trouble making friends outside the people from home, which reminds me a little of Sahed in this way. Things weren't so black and white in regards to racial relations in Hooky, both did terrible things and sought revenge against the other, perpetuating a loop of voilence. I t's been a while since I read the series, but I'm making my way back through. Anyway, this is just all to say I remember it being really hard on Dorian to realize that yes, there are terrible non-magic users, but there are also terrible witches, and you really have to judge each person individually and not hold them accountable for the sins of others. You catch more flies with honey than with vinagar, so to say. Maybe knowing Dorian was coming from a somewhat similar place would help Sahed learn how to convince the other circus members to see the plight of his people.

I would love for Julia to get to talk to Monica and Will. I think there's a lot they could share with her that would help. Monica had prejudice against the witches initially, and she overcame it, even becoming a witch herself. Will grew up with suffocating expectations and sense of duty, both to his father and kingdom. They both know what expecting an arranged marriage is like. They know what it's like to fall in love with someone who would be very difficult to be with due to the social tensions and wars being fought between their races.

On a lighter topic, I think Monica would totally get into the shipping! I remember her trying to be her friends wing-woman, and her advice always seemed to fall flat, if not cause disaster (the love potion, telling Nico to button his shirt). She would definitely get into all kinds of romantic high jinks. Her and William's marriage situation also might give Julia a heart attack.

I'll bet Kamille would love to go adventuring with Mark and Aisha.

These are just my personal thoughts and opinions. These are just a few that have crossed my mind. There would be lighter interactions too, I think, but these are the ones that my brain has been latching onto. I'd be interested in hearing anyone else's if they felt like sharing!

If I need to mark this spoiler, let me know, I am new.

[mytheoristavenue]

OP Trafalgar Law x Reader x Usopp- Envy Pt. 1

Summary: After years of pining, you finally get you go out on a date with Law, much to Usopp's irritation.

Warnings: Love triangle, law x reader x usopp, petty!usopp, fluff, angst

You wandered up to the deck of the Sunny, mindlessly making your way until you froze upon hearing a lovely, deep, and brooding voice ahead. Could it be? Surely not, right? Peering around the corner, your anxieties came to fruition as, standing there on the deck chatting with Luffy, was the Surgeon of Death himself. You instantly flattened yourself against the wall of the staircase that lead to the upper deck, in hopes of just sneaking away.

"What's the matter, (Y/N)?" Chopper wondered as he came to pass you in the hall. You nodded your head towards the entrance, prompting him to poke his head out to see what the issue was. "Oh wow, it's Law! I wonder what he's doing here?"

"No idea," you breathed cautiously as he began to finish the last few steps up. "But just pretend I'm not here, please!"

"Got it!" the doctor saluted you with a stern face. "You can count on me!"

You sighed, relieved and began the trek back to the women's dorms, getting almost to the door- close enough to nearly reach the handle when a deep, yet surprisingly light hearted voice called out to you. "Miss (Y/N)?"

Swiveling back around on your heels, the color drained from your face as the man you'd longed for for ages stood just feet away from you, the closest he'd ever been. Chopper stood behind him, yanking on one of his legs, his frantic demeanor clashing with Law's gentle smile. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)! I tried to tell him you were asleep but he didn't believe me!"

You were speechless as he outstretched a hand to you, offering for you to take it. "Do you have time to talk?"

-----

"I'll keep it brief," he started, standing beside you on an isolated area of the deck, away form prying eyes and ears. "I want to start by thanking you for everything you did for me on Dressrosa. I might not be alive today if it weren't for you." You could vaguely recall aiding him with some simple wound clean up and encouraging words during battle, but hardly any act that you could classify as life saving.

"But I didn't-"

"You kept me going." he answered. "Seeing you run to the ends of the island to help whoever needed it, even though you were injured yourself was so inspiring to me. I was enticed to give up back there, but how could I possibly do that and watch good people like you suffer for it?" He suddenly halted his shower of praise, recognizing that he was beginning to ramble. "I have to admit, back then, I didn't even know your name, let alone that you had feelings for me."

" Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, this must be so awkward for you! Who even-" Heat rose to your face at the revelation of his knowledge on you felt and you attempted to hide in your hands, only to have him pull them away.

He chuckled lightly, tired eyes boring deep into yours. "Luffy did, but only because I asked. After everything was said and done and we got ready to ship out, I found myself thinking of you more than I probably should have." he confessed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously while still holding one of your hands in his free one. "Before we left, I asked him what your name was, and before I knew it, I couldn't stop learning about you. Like every new detail made you more real."

"I-I don't know what to say..." you admitted, trailing off with your gaze falling toward the floor. "This is all so much to process."

"Well, I was hoping you'd say yes." he grinned, pushing off the railing of the Sunny and inching closer to you. "Once I realize my ship's course was set to cross paths with yours, I knew I had to talk to you." He said, gathering your hands in his and holding them closer to his chest. "This might be cheesy, but I was wondering if you'd consider coming aboard and having dinner with me this evening?"

You stared up at him, astonished and waiting to wake form whatever delightful dream this was. "Are...you asking me on a date?"

Law chuckled heartily, nodding a bit. "I suppose I am. If I were, what would you say?"

"I-I'd love to!" you exclaimed, a bit more loudly than either of you would have expected, gain the attention of some of your crew mates that were elsewhere on deck. You trembled with excitement, as the charming captain glance back, your own now making his way over, having been given the slip earlier.

"There you are, Traffy!" Luffy shouted, laughing as he sprinted over.

"Seems our position's been compromised." Law smiled, taking a step back from you. "Meet me here at eight in something nice," You nodded eagerly as your captain finally reached you, gaining the man's attention and stealing him away from you as they walked away. Before they could get out of earshot however, Law glanced back at you and mouth. "Until then, darling."

[gay-jesus-probably]

So like, last night I stumbled upon your discussions of why a lot of TOTK’s whole… everything is messed up, and it had me thinking about it so much I had troubled sleeping afterwards. So uh, thanks for that lol (/lh). In all seriousness, your takes on how imperialist Hyrule is in this game, how much less like unique cultures the various towns feel like, Ganondorf being both completely flat and also seemingly not meant to be, and how weird it is that Zelda is back in power really put into words a lot of thoughts that had been nagging at me as I’ve been playing. Like, the amount to which the writing has suffered from BOTW is staggering when you actually lay out the problems. Out of curiosity, do you have any idea what the fuck happened? Like did the writing team change? The game had so much potential, as seen by the numerous fan theories/AUs etc. So what went wrong?

Honestly? I have no idea. I'm not usually that big on behind the scenes stuff anyways, and I'll be real here, I went into this game pretty much 100% blind - I didn't even watch any of the trailers, I knew NOTHING about TOTK except from a few details I absorbed from hearing other people talk about online (basically, I knew Ganondorf was going to show up as a talking corpse, Link would lose an arm, and the Master Sword would get rekt).

I rarely buy games as soon as they come out anyways tbh; I can only think of three games that I've actually gone out of my way to get as soon as possible after their release, and that was the 3DS remakes of Superstar Saga and Bowsers Inside Story (two of my favourite games ever, and Superstar Saga having literally been my first RPG), and I picked up the Mario 3D All Stars collection on launch day as a favour to my older sibling (who was stuck at work), and got one for myself in the process. The only reason I bought TOTK like a week after its release was because one of our dogs was literally days away from having a puppy, and so I knew that the next few weeks of my life would be entirely dedicated to keeping the other two dogs busy, assisting mom with the newborn puppy, and just generally being on call to provide literally anything mom needed as soon as she needed it. Which meant a lot of sitting around waiting to be required, and I'd need something to do that I could easily pause at a moments notice. So... new video game seemed a good way to fill the hang time.

And it was a good call, like I said, I've been having loads of fun with this game. There's a reason I've almost got 300 hours of gameplay, and it's not (just) because I haven't had anything better to do in between taking care of dog stuff (though that number is somewhat inflated due to me leaving it open and paused for hours at a time while busy with dog stuff). It's just that the story is a fucking mess.

As for what happened with the story... I have no idea. I've seen some people suggest that they might have been planning something a little more ambitious, and then technical limitations forced them to walk it back, so the story had to be hastily reworked to match. And I've heard that the abilities in TOTK were just ideas they had for BOTW that they couldn't fit in, which honestly I can see - the abilities are cool and all, but let's be real here, they aren't nearly as distinct as the BOTW runes. Magnesis, Cryonis, Stasis and Remote Bombs were unique powers with different uses in different areas; now the powerset is just Recall, Get Around Slightly Faster, Ultrahand, Ultrahand But In Your Inventory, and Ultrahand But Faster. But I don't know if that's actually the case.

But honestly, I really don't know why the writing is so awful. To be fair, some of it is definitely just the English translation team shitting the bed - like come on, they didn't need to have Sidon and Yona repeatedly exchange the exact same line about how he's scared she'll die like Mipha. They could have at least changed the fucking wording to make it sound more natural. And I know that other translation teams managed to inject some more nuance into the story - the French translation actually managed to call Rauru on his imperialist bullshit! For the throne room scene, they had Ganon refer to Rauru with 'vous', the formal form of 'you', but Rauru refers to Ganon with 'tu', the informal form of 'you'. 'Tu' is for use in casual settings or between friends, and if someone is using 'vous' for you, referring to them with 'tu' is a MASSIVE insult; it's very condescending, and implies that you have literally no respect for that person whatsoever, but they should continue treating you as a figure of great authority. To sort of translate that into an English equivalent, it'd be like if Ganon walked into that scene using formal language and referring to Rauru as a fellow King, and Rauru responded by treating Ganon like a small, dumb child. Hugely insulting. Also the vous/tu disparity has a History with French colonialism, so that adds some implications as to what Hyrule's really doing with their 'allies'. And in the scene where Ganon takes the secret stone, the French translation has him say Rauru tried to force him to submit, which is an outright accusation of imperialism (as opposed to the English saying Rauru wanted to control Ganon, which suggests the problem was Rauru thinking he could find a peaceful solution instead of just executing a foreign leader for thought crimes)

So the english translation definitely had the room to put some more nuance into things if the team had wanted to; honestly I kind of wish I knew Japanese so I could compare it to the original script and see if any of the problems I've been bitching about were part of the script from the start, or if the English translators were just particularly bad. But Nintendo is a very conservative company, and Japan is a very conservative country with a serious nationalism problem, so I kind of doubt it, especially since the game portrays Hyrule pretty much the exact same way that Japan is portrayed in propaganda justifying their own imperialism. That... does not suggest the English team went apeshit. That suggests that the awful shit was in the script from the start, and the English team was just totally on board with it.

As for the writing teams... I mean, to be fair it's been like seven years, of course the writing team isn't the exact same as BOTW. But honestly, the main issue is just that they've recycled a lot of old problems from the Zelda games, and somehow stripped them of what little nuance they had before. Like, Ganondorf trying to take over Hyrule because Evil has been an issue since Ocarina of Time (which this game was clearly heavily pulling from), but even though OoT never told us he had a deeper motive, the worldbuilding still showed exactly why he would have such an issue with Hyrule. We knew there had been a bloody civil war only about a decade before Ganon's takeover, we knew that the Gerudo were treated with disdain by Hyrule, and we saw that Hyrule's alliances with the Gorons and Zora were pretty flimsy, and neither race felt like Hyrule actually gave a damn about them. But most importantly of all, OoT gave us the Shadow Temple, a horrific prison meant to inflict unspeakable torture on its captives... all on orders from the Hylian royal family. Hyrule's hands were never clean. We weren't supposed to side with Ganon in OoT, but we were shown a long list of reasons for why he was so pissed off.

Someone else said that TOTK feels like a retelling of OoT that's just pro-Hyrule propaganda, and that's a pretty good summary. I don't know what the fuck Nintendo was thinking, but honestly it kind of seems like they're trying to stick to the formula of Zelda games at all costs, while also making the entire game just a huge 'gotcha' to all the fans that have spent the last 25 years seeing Ganondorf as a sympathetic character with depth and reasonable motivations. I find it ironic that they decided to include the Wind Waker boomerang and shield in the game, considering that the whole game feels like an attempt to get everyone to forget Wind Waker ever happened. That's still the most human we've ever gotten to see Ganondorf - he didn't have many lines in that game, but the ones he did have mattered. At the end of the day, WW Ganondorf wanted to have a better life for his people, and he knew Hyrule would never let that happen. But now apparently Ganon just wants to dropkick puppies into woodchippers, and he doesn't give the slightest hint of a fuck about trying to wipe out the Gerudo people entirely by attacking them with an endless sandstorm plus zombie apocalypse. His only character trait is Evil.

If I want to get really cynical for a minute here, I think it's basically just a cash grab. If your game prompts a moral debate, then it can offend people, which means they won't want to give you money for it. But if it's a simple black and white conflict with no nuance, the fans will love all the right characters in the right way, and everyone will love hyrule and want to see more of it! It's like the fucking MCU; they're not willing to tell a fresh story, or make any serious commentary. They just want something safe and formulaic that has been statistically proven to make money. Fucking cowards.

[lady-maracas]

Wildflowers, a RDR story - 0.3 - Business

Series Masterlist

-Valentine, New Hanover, November 1898-

I am finally done with my tarot card collection. I need to make sure to meet Madam Nazar as soon as I can to get paid for this exhausting job.

Recently, I've taken on several roles, including that of a collector. Along my travels across the states, I've unearthed many fascinating artifacts, and a lovely woman named Madam Nazar compensates well for these treasures. I'm also juggling a job as a naturalist, which entails studying animals to understand their behaviors and lifestyles better. This role can sometimes be dangerous, especially when it comes to interacting with fierce creatures.

Currently, I'm on my way to meet Cripps, who sent me a letter a couple of days ago inviting me to meet near the general store in Valentine. He emphasized the importance of this meeting, hinting that he has a "new idea" to discuss.

As I approach the general store, I spot the old man stepping out, accompanied by a young man carrying a heavy bag of supplies. "Oh, you made it! Follow me," Cripps exclaims upon noticing me. "Now, as I mentioned in my letter, we are going into business! I've been breaking down animals since I was knee-high to a splinter, and I worked as a tanner up in Wisconsin back in the sixties. It's a very long story," he adds, as I glance back at the young man, who seems to be losing patience.

"So, I've got three words for you: Cripps Trading Company." He exclaims with enthusiasm. "Pristine pelts and animal parts, for bulk sale. Now, I know there's a market out there. All I need is a partner. So, I'm thinking you could source the materials: skins, plumes, horns, and the like..." His proposal hangs in the air, and my uncomfortable thoughts drift to the implications of his suggestion. "So I'm supposed to kill the animals? Great, Harriet's going to hate me," I mutter under my breath, recalling the passionate animal rights advocate I know.

"Exactly! I'll process them and prepare them for sale, and then you can head out and make the sales yourself. Heck, we might even enjoy some good meals out of this venture!" Cripps continues, his excitement showing. Just then, the young man behind him drops the heavy bag with a huff, clearly wanting to redirect our conversation. "Why are you still here, Willis?" Cripps asks, almost oblivious to the young man's discomfort.

"Your provisions, Mr. Cripps," Willis replies, gesturing at the bag, clearly stating why he's still waiting. "Oh right!" Cripps responds, dismissing the concern. "Pack the rest on there, will you?" He gestures towards his horse before turning back to me.

"Now, with every opportunity comes a risk. Competitors, thieves, and me potentially losing interest in this whole idea... but if we combine our talents, we'll be unstoppable." He hands Willis a penny for his trouble, to which the young man sighs in disappointment, clearly dissatisfied with his pay. I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, feeling a mixture of apprehension and intrigue as we potentially embark on this new adventure. "And when we're rich, you'll thank me, saying, 'Cripps, you handsome genius!'" The excitement in Cripps's voice is evident as he mounts his horse, a gleam of ambition in his eye. He seems ready to charge off at any moment, fresh plans swirling in his mind. "I highly doubt that," I mutter under my breath, skepticism clouding my thoughts.

"So, are you in?" he asks, his enthusiasm unabated. 'Eh, what the hell?' I think, weighing the prospects. "Sure, I'll do it," I reply, deciding to take the plunge. "Good! You won't regret this. I already own a small wagon and most of what we'll need in terms of initial supplies. If you can grab that and bring it back to camp, we'll get everything set up. This is gonna be fun!" he says, urging his horse into a trot as he sets off from town. "See you later!" I call after him.

Feeling a mix of anticipation and fatigue, I head over to the saloon, craving a well-deserved drink. The establishment is fairly empty at this hour, casting a subdued atmosphere over the place. To my surprise, my friend Sam is behind the bar today. "Hey!" I call out, trying to catch his attention. "I'll take a whiskey, please." I slide a penny onto the bar, watching as he finishes cleaning a plate.

"I'll give you your usual, then?" he asks lightly, glancing up at me.

"Sure," I reply with a sigh, taking a seat at the wooden bar.

"Tough day? You look like shit," he remarks, his tone edged with concern.

"Yeah, I feel like shit too," I chuckle, resting my head on my hand as I try to shake off the weariness. Sam moves around, preparing a plate of fried chicken, the scent wafting through the air, making my stomach flutter but not with hunger. He sets the plate in front of me, the aroma usually inviting, now making me feel nauseous.

"You know what? Actually, I'm not hungry," I say, gently pushing the plate away.

"I made you a meal, and you don't want it? How ungrateful! I'll eat it myself then," he declares, not wasting a moment in grabbing the plate back and devouring the crispy pieces of chicken. "I fucking love fried chicken, man..." he mutters contentedly, clearly lost in his own enjoyment.

I can't help but chuckle at his antics.

Lately, we've teamed up to help Mrs. LeClerk avenge her husband's death. While Sam has been working as a bartender in Valentine, I've been busy collecting valuables, studying animals, hunting bounties, and now apparently starting a trading company.

"I've got another meeting in Emerald Ranch, and I don't think I can do it, it's too much," I sigh, feeling the weight of my various tasks. Sam raises an eyebrow at me, amusement written across his face. "You know, no one is forcing you to juggle all those jobs," he says, speaking with his mouth full.

I rise from my stool, adjusting my hat as I prepare to leave. "I know, but I need the money, and it feels good when people appreciate the work I do," I shrug. "I'll catch you later, partner." I wave at Sam, who nods in response.

As I make my way to Emerald Ranch, Scrawny Nag plods alongside me, his gait unsteady. Yes, I decided to name my horse Scrawny Nag; it just fits him. A letter had arrived recently, asking me to meet a certain Maggie Fike at Emerald Ranch, without offering much detail, except that it involves moonshine. I briefly wavered on whether to ignore the request, but the lure of making some money—and alcohol, was too tempting to resist.

When I arrive at the abandoned, rundown house at Emerald Ranch, I dismount and take a moment to gather myself before heading toward it. The wooden structure looks weathered, its paint peeling, hinting at years of neglect but still standing firm against the elements. With a deep breath, I approach, ready to see what awaits inside.

I slowly push the door open, scanning my surroundings; this could end very badly. As I step inside the dimly lit house, the air feels still, carrying a slight mustiness that hints at abandonment. The interior is sparsely furnished, with worn-out chairs and a table covered in a thin layer of dust, giving the place an eerie atmosphere. A few faded pictures hang on the walls, their subjects unrecognizable behind the grime. I cautiously take a few steps further when a voice cuts through the silence: "You must be Cripps' friend?"

I turn to see a woman standing there, her presence striking yet unsettling. Half of her face is scarred by burns, giving her a fierce appearance that commands attention. I nod in acknowledgment, slightly taken aback by her directness. "I'll try not to hold that against you. The name's Maggie. Thanks for coming!" she says, stepping closer, her voice strong despite the scars.

Just then, the same door I entered swings open abruptly, and I turn to see Cripps walking in, his jovial energy filling the room. "She's back!" he exclaims excitedly, grinning widely.

"Cripps? Did you know I was coming here?" I ask, recognizing the same man I encountered earlier that day.

"Maybe—" His words are abruptly cut off when Maggie pulls up her cane, which actually seems to be a riffle, and fires a shot at Cripps' feet. He jumps back, eyes wide with surprise.

"What the hell?" he screams, his cheerful demeanor vanishing in an instant.

"Damn, I missed it, didn't I?" Maggie replies, annoyance creeping into her voice. "Don't come in like a bull through the fence next time, you old fool! Your friend here managed to get it right," she points at me, her expression softening slightly.

"'Lightning' Maggie Fike! We all thought you were dead!" Cripps approaches her, the tone turning nostalgic.

"Yeah? Well, so did I!" she snaps back, her frustration evident.

"I guess you'll be wanting a drink?" she adds, a hint of humor returning.

"I know I will," I respond, eager for a break from the tension.

"Come on, give me a hand," Maggie urges Cripps, who turns to me with an amused smirk. "Biggest mistake of my life was not marrying this woman when I had the chance," he admits, his tone playful. I chuckle at that, enjoying their banter.

"Yeah, you always had a colorful memory of things," Maggie scoffs, handing us each empty glasses. "As you can see, I've hit my prime."

"Well, I heard what happened with Hixon, that evil son of a bitch. Where you been all this time?" Cripps pours us drinks, which I quickly grab, feeling the warmth of the moonshine already.

"Recovering, lying low. Could hardly get out of bed for six months," Maggie sighs, the weight of her past evident in her eyes.

"And your nephew?" Cripps asks, genuine concern in his voice. I lean in, eager to catch up on their shared history.

"Lem? Still in jail, as far as I know," she responds, her expression a mix of resignation and irritation.

"Eh... seen Danny-Lee yet?" I zone out slightly, the details of their conversation blending together in my mind, but I catch snippets of their connection and concern.

"Oh yeah, I've seen him. He's cooking for the Braithwaites now. Guess me and him are done," she says, taking a sip of her drink as if washing away memories.

"Well, there's always Marcel. Heard he's not working for LeClerk anymore. The feller's a windbag, but he knows his way around a still," Cripps adds, his tone shifting back to familiarity.

"Yeah... maybe. Feels like it would be easier for everyone if I just stayed gone. But life ain't about being easy; I'm taking back what's mine. I just need legs and muscles," Maggie replies, her voice rising in intensity, anger simmering beneath the surface.

"Well, you'll get that with this one. I promise you," Cripps says, pointing at me, suddenly making me feel self-conscious under their strong gazes.

"The two of us have a nice little business going," he exaggerates.

"Cripps, you're pushing it a little too far..." I warn him, trying to deflect the attention as the weight of their expectations begins to settle heavily on my shoulders.

"Well, as long as you know it won't be pretty. I don't do pretty anymore," Maggie states firmly, her expression serious. She leans forward slightly, her scarred face lit by the dim light in the room. "First things first, I need a cookhouse with a good basement. I reckon I could get one of my old spots up and running. The bastards seized them all after the raid... You buy me one of those back, and you'll have a fair investment. I'll teach you everything I know, so what do you say?" She slides a worn map of her former cookhouses across the table, the creases and smudges telling stories of past ventures.

I decide it's best if I choose a cookhouse near Emerald Ranch, "Sure, I'll do it," I reply, shaking her hand with a firm grip, a sense of determination settling in.

"Alright, partners it is," she confirms, her tone confident . "Meet me back there when you can, and we'll figure out what else we need once we're set up." With that, Maggie stands up and strides purposefully toward the door, her movements confident despite the scars that mark her path.

"Can I offer you a ride, Miss Fike?" Cripps asks, his attempt to convince her seeming genuine as he gestures to his horse.

"I suppose so!" she sighs, her tone lightening a bit as she relents. I finish my drink and follow them outside, the cool air greeting me as I step into the fading sunlight. I bid them farewell, watching as they head off, chattering away.

As I turn to make my way back to my camp, I can't help but reflect on the multitude of roles I've taken on. Bounty hunter, moonshiner, trader, naturalist, collector, hitman, outlaw... That's quite a few titles if you ask me. Each one carries its own weight and set of expectations, and I wonder how long I can juggle them all before something slips through the cracks. The anticipation of my new partnership with Maggie stirs a sense of excitement, mingled with the anxiety of the challenges that lie ahead.

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Sam belongs to @sam-vdl , all RDR characters belong to rockstar games.

[the-kr8tor]

Okay warnings to the people when you post this bc it has spoilers for the new chapter of dbas, thats my warning bc i need to talk about it

…Specifically this

Like… THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT MJ IN THIS ARENT THEY? AND THE GUY TRIES MAKING IT SEEM LIKE WE ARE A TRAITOR AND THEN MIELS SAYS NOT TO USE THAT WORD. THEN EVEN LATER WE HAVE A CONVO WITH HOBIE AND THE POOR BABY TENSES UP WHEN THE WORD IS BROUGH UP LIKE?! MJ BETRAYED THEM SHE HAD TO, AND THE TRINKETS AND SHIT IN THE ROOM WE ARE IN HAS TO BE MJS ROOM BC WE KNOW HOBIE HAS TRUST ISSUES AND SHES PROBABLY THE REASON WHY. AND THE CAPTIVE SAYING THAT ONLY PROVES IT EVEN MORE WITH THE ‘REPLACEMENT’ AND THE DAY HES TALKING ABOUT IS PROBABLY THE DAY HOBIE FOUND OUT MJ WAS A TRAITOR AND SHIT WENT DOWN THAT DAY.

I do love how hobie jokes with us but i hated being called out as reader, like sir stop reading me and how about i read you. But the stuff with readers mother though or the motherly figure she had, with like the necklace as well and all that. I feel like hobie might be hiding it or something, i dont know like when it had the necklace it felt weird… fishy. Like. I dont know how to describe it but it makes me so sad when like grabbing for the necklace and not having it there (ive felt that)

And the fact that r is slowly losing memories of the motherly person because of some greedy mfs. Like my heart broke reading that where its so hard to recall memories and all that because i genuinely actually struggle with my memory and it makes it so horrible having loved someone and slowly forgetting them, their voice, their face, what they taught you, and ect.

I could go on an even more/longer tangent but i cant remember things word for word or cant remember things after hours of not seeing it and after naps. Today im a little dazed. But i still love and appreciate your series and im so excited for it

I will be heartbroken if reader ends up leaving the ship because i swear to god, because i know everyone on that ship loves and needs reader, especially for wounds and shit like that. Hobies gonna need reader, they all need reader so like. Stay on the ship reader youll have a sense of comfort and youll have the family you lost because of greed and your own trauma. Come on reader, plus you got loads of books‼️‼️ Plus bonus you get a hot captain and amazing crewmates. I need to like, stop this tangent.

I love your writing, you are my favorite author, and i cant wait for everything. Everything from you makes me extremely happy and im very happy that me going on rants like this to you can make you motivated to right, because i do pay attention to our other convos.

SPOILER WARNING ⚠️

AHHHHHH!!! You have no idea how this made my day!!! Thank you for telling me your thoughts!

I can't deny nor confirm 🤭🤭🤭

Hobie was roasting the shit out of R 🤣🤣 She needs to roast him back tbh

I have a problem with memory too 😭 like it's not even cute anymore 😔 like I have to occasionally read my old works just to remember it again and I always go "I wrote this? Damn what a banger" 🤣

Hey, we'll see in the next chapter if she stays!! I'm actually so excited for that one because [redacted] and then they [redacted] oh it'll be so fun to write!!

🥹🥹🥹 Thank you! You calling me an author made me tear up 😭 I try my best at writing since I strive to continue on improving with every work I put out so that one day I'll be confident enough to write that one novel idea that I have! Interactions like these make me so happy and motivated to just keep on writing so thank you, my love! (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡

[coolx2-nodoubt]

Abel morales being a suger daddy to reader but then falling for her ?

���FALLING FOR HER❃

Pairing: Abel Morales x F!Reader

Warning: Kissing, swear words and nothing else that I can recall.

Word count: 1800+

A/n: This is my first EVER request and honestly, I'm a lil' nervous. Hopefully, it lived up to your expectations. Please enjoy and thank u very much for this request.

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He wasn’t planning on seeing anyone let alone being a what?... Sugar Daddy?

It felt strange, also wrong, knowing that he has never done something like this before, but he might as well have fun and explore, right? Also, she seemed sweet and pretty, with her beautiful plumped pink lips and those innocent-looking eyes looking straight at him. He wondered why such a pretty girl like her would agree to do such a thing, but he didn’t wanna question it any further.

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Y/n arrived at his house to surprise him with the new little piece she had bought just for him. When she opened the door with the spare keys that Abel had given her, she entered, calling out for him. With no answers to her calling, she went upstairs to look for him only to be found on his bed coughing, like crazy.

"Hey- what are *coughs* doing here?" He asked trying to hold in his coughs.

"Hi, I- I well- I was just coming by to check on you?" She lied, for no reason.

"To check on me?" Sweetheart, I don't think that's what we agreed on. Either way, I'm fine, you can go now." He tried to stifle his cough while, gesturing to her to leave him, with his hand.

"Well, you sure don't look like you are, I can go make you some herbal tea, that should help." She said, turning around to leave.

"Hey! No. There is no need, ok? I'm truly fine, all right? Just leave!" He said in a firm voice, attempting to make her leave. He doesn't like when people see him at his weakest points, it makes him feel vulnerable.

"I don't mind, Abel, really. Let me do it, ok? I'll be back in a jiffy." Before he could protest any further, she had already left in a hurry, the sound of her footsteps fading out.

True to her words, she had returned with a tray that had consisted of a cup of herbal tea, a hot towel on a plate, some medicine pills, and a glass of water.

He sat up against the headboard upon seeing her entering. She sat on the edge of the mattress, placing the tray on the bedside table first. She took the teacup from it and handed it to him. "Careful, it's still a bit hot." He nodded and drank it quickly, letting the warmth soak in his throat.

He swallowed down the pills after, feeling better. He laid down back, while she pulled the sheets back on him.

When about to place the rag on his forehead, he took ahold of her wrist, stopping her. "Why are you doing this, we didn't agree on doing any of this." He looked serious, puzzled by her actions.

"Um, jeez…You're welcome?" She tried to move, and that's when he noticed that he was still holding her, so he loosened the grip on her wrist allowing her to place it on.

"I'm sorry, it's- it's just that, why? Why would you do this? It's not like you're gonna get anything out of this."

"It's called helping Abel, you are sick, and it seemed like you needed it. I'm not asking for anything in return, I care about you. It may not seem like it, but I do and always had. Not everything is about money, Abel. But if you do want, I will leave." When he didn't say anything, she assumed that was what he wanted, so she stood up, ready to leave him.

"Wait! Just wait...thank you, truly, thank you. Sorry for being such a jerk to you. It's just normally no one would do it willingly."

He took her hand, telling her to sit down beside him, and she did. They both just stared off at each other silently, while Abel's hand was still tangled with hers, his heart started to beat faster and louder, he tried to slow it down, embarrassed by the idea of her hearing it.

He's never felt this before not even with Anna, her ex-wife. They both got divorced after Anna cheated on him. He loved her so dearly, but this felt different, something that he's never experienced before.

Suddenly like his mouth had a brain of its own he blurted out.  "Will you- please stay, with me? And I- I may be stretching this a bit but uh... could you maybe stay for the night as well?...Yo- your complete-" Before he could continue, you interrupted him.

"Yes. Yes, I would like to." Just give me a min, I'll be back."

She went to the bathroom to change into sleeping clothes.

When she came back, she was wearing one of Abel's white shirts which were big on her, the hem of the shirt reaching just above her knees and nothing else, showing her long smooth long legs. The mattress dipped as she climbed up to Abel, snuggling up to him with one arm across his chest while one of her legs was hoisted up and tangled up with his.

He watched her slowly fall asleep, with her mouth slightly open, snoring lightly, she looked so adorable and peaceful. Feeling content his own eyes felt heavy, tired for today as he also drifts off to sleep, holding her closer.

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The next morning, he woke up to an empty bed, which upset him. He was hoping to wake up before her so he can watch her sleep and wake up. He rose up from his bed feeling much better than yesterday. That's when his ears perked up at the faint music coming from downstairs. So, he got up to look for her.

When he walked down the stairs to the kitchen following the music. He saw her, swaying her hips from left to right to the rhythm of the music, her hair up in a messy bun and still wearing the same clothes from last night. He likes it when she wears his clothes, she looks better in them, perfect even. It gives him a sense of belonging.

That’s when it hit him, he wants this, he wants all of this, her walking around his house, wearing HIS clothes, being with him not just for sex but being more involved in his life, going on dates, watching movies doing all the coupl-y things. He wanted her all along.

He came up to her pressing his chest against her back, startling her a bit.

"Hey cupcake, whatcha cooking there?" He asked, placing his chin on her shoulder.

"Hey, just some eggs and bacon for the both of us."

"That sounds delicious, also smells delicious." He took a big sniff, adding a dramatic flair to it, making her laugh.

He waited a bit closing his eyes and swaying his hips with hers before asking.

"I know it's out of a blue question, but I wanted to ask you something if you don’t mind."

"Yeah, sure go ahead." He cleared his throat for good measure before asking.

"Why did you do this? This whole 'sugar daddy' thing?" She turned her head around to look at him and turned back to her cooking.

"I don’t think it's any of your concern." He backed up leaning against the counter behind him, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm aware, and you don't have to answer it either. It’s just that you don’t look like you need it. You're smart, witty, and gorgeous, and aren't you studying medicine? A smart girl like yourself shouldn’t be doing this."

He stared at her waiting for her to say anything, but when she didn't answer, he thought he might've over-step so he was about apologi-

"Yes, I am..." She said with a sigh, before continuing.

"But I'm in so much debt and it needs to be paid off. To study medicine you need a crazy amount of money. My parents did everything they could to help me, and I took some part-time jobs, but it wasn’t enough. And I really didn’t see any other options other than…you know." She looked down with guilt in her eyes, missing her parents, and her old life with her friends.

Abel considered, what she had just said and quickly came up to her spun her around by her hips making her face him, trapping her with both of his arms on each side of her.

"What if I told you, you don’t have to do this, you don’t have to do this anymore. You can go back to your old life, go back to your parents. And you don’t need to worry about the money, I'll handle it. I'll pay off your debt and all the later tuition in the future until you get a good-paying job."

She looked at him bewildered; her mouth gaped open...waiting for him to tell her it was just a joke, but he looked so serious.

"What? No. Don't seriously, I don't-" She tried to push him off of her but but he stood strong on his ground.

"No buts! You're doing it, alright. Either this or we are not doing this anymore. Just please listen, I want you to, ok. Besides, it's called helping, didn't you teach me that. And it seems like you needed."

"But why would you want to do this, Abel? Are you pitying me?"

His eyes softened, and took her in by her waist, looking down at her.

"No sweets, I genuinely care about you you're an amazing person. I've never realized it, but you have helped in many ways, done things that someone wouldn't normally do. You have cared about me and been there for me. You're the kindest and most loveable person I've ever met. I love you." The last part left him worried, biting his lips, thinking it was too much.

She looked at him, with her big beautiful, rounded eyes, and he swear he saw her pupils dilated a bit. (doesn’t that mean something, like, like…) Anyways, something just took over him and he kissed her. He took her by her cheeks engulfing her in a slow, gentle kiss. This wasn't like the other ones, this one felt different. The other ones were rough and senseless. But this one felt as if nothing mattered, and it didn't.

When they broke apart, they grinned ear to ear.

"I love you; I love you a lots." She confessed

Abel smiled at her, tipped her chin up giving her a peck on the lips. Embracing her in a tight hug.

"Me too, sweetie. I love you a lots too."

This beautiful moment unfortunately didn’t last long.

"Oh god! THE EGGS! Fuck, fuck, FUUCK!" she quickly took them off the stove and set them aside. Abel chuckled as he pulled her in by her arms to stop her from doing anything else.

"What about we go out and hang out."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

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THE END

Thx for reading, comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

A/n: I'm not too happy with this, but I tried, honestly.

[kidge-planet]

Kidge summer event

Day 23 : hangout

Characters: Pidge/Katie holt , Keith Kogane

Pairing: pidge and keith : kidge

post Season8

A/N: This is the next part part of a fix that I wrote on Wattpad. If you want to read it, click here <----------------------------

If for any reason you don't read it, here is a recap :)!

Every years, the paladins had a meeting on New Altea. Last year, Keith missed it because of a long mission for the blade that lasted almost a year... In the meantime, he hadn't seen his friends in real life... Or actually, he hadn't seen pidge in a while. She was so busy lately... So When Keith saw her, she was gorgeous, more then he recalled... Basically he asked her if she wanted to hang out ............ ( Forgot to say that they kissed REALLY quickly)

Yup, I said quicklest. Well, it wasn't very quick... ANYWAYS, here is the part where they hang out!!

Keith arrived in front of Pidge's appartement, nervous. It was the big day! It wasn't a date, was it?...

After a long hesitation, he knocked at the door...

After a moment, he heard the sound of the key in the lock and then the door opened:

She was in... Pyjamas?...

"Hey, are you ready?"

Keith asked, awkwardly smiling at her.

"Not really... You know me, I was engrossed in my work and... Well... I didn't see the time..."

She said, embarrassed but slightly amused.

"Ho... It's ok, we're not in a rush."

He shook his head.

"Yeah, well, I still need to shower... You should come in."

She pushed her self aside for Keith to come in.

Once he walked in, he saw that her appartement was a little messy...

Yup, it's her appartement.

"Ok, make yourself confortable, I'll be right back!"

She rushed into a room that might be her bathroom.

He took a look around... Energy drinks... Pile of retro games... a Garrison jacket.

Ho, pictures!

Keith took a look at them.

There was pic of the team. He was on some of them. Some pictures have even been taken into space, when they were still paladins! Maybe when he was away with his mother and the blade...

He kept looking at the pictures and froze at one of them.

"Griffin?!"

In the same time, pudge arrived in the living room.

"I'm ready! Let's go!"

He turned towards her and immediately forgot about the picture he just saw.

She looked GORGEOUS.

She had on a red dressé that looked perfect on her. it stoped to her knees.

( like that one )

He haires were tied with a red ribbon and resting on her shoulder.

As for her face, you could see that she had a light make up. Unusual to see her wear some, but he hadn't seen her in years... Last time he saw her, she wore some too.. maybe she started make up? It's not a bad thing, he just thought that she didn't need it.

"You look... Very cute!..."

He stood.

"thanks!.."

They then stayed silent for a while, getting the situation weird.

"So, huh... Let's go?"

"Sure, Yeah. Let's go."

At these words, they headed outside and took Keith's motorcycle to go down town.

At this point, the both of them were wondering the same thing: Why was it so awkward?! They kissed last time! Well, it was quick... But still!

They arrived in town and Keith helped her to get down the motorcycle.

"SOOOO, what do you want to do?.."

Keith asked.

"Ho, huh... I didn't really thought... How about we check the stores? Or maybe you are hungry?"

She answered, while looking around her and fidgeting with her fingers.

She looked so cute... He blushed slightly.

"stores sounds good!"

Keith answered.

"Ok then! ANDIAMO(let's go, in Italian)!"

She grabbed his arm and dragged him into every stores that seemed nice to them.

The day passed and the sun started to settle. They sat in front of the beach that was no far from the town with ice creams.

"It was very nice, thanks for today, Keith." She smiled at him. A smile that was more beautiful that a billion sunsets.

"of course, anytime! I had an amazing day too!"

They Were sat so close that their shoulder were almost touching. They could feel each other's warmth.

"Also, thanks for that amazing bracelet! It's so adorable!"

He had bought her a small green bracelet.

"It was just very pretty... Like you. You needed it."

She blushed slightly before to laugh.

"You are being cheesy!"

He smiled at her. Her laugh was feeling the air and it was a beautiful melody that he could listen to every days. If only he could.

"I'm just saying facts. True facts."

She looked back at him, her expression and her gaze softening.

"You are being so adorable, Keith."

"you think?.."

"totally."

They became silent again, staring in each other's eyes. The silence wasn't awkward anymore, it became a confortable silence, a love language that only them could understand...

"So... I had a question."

Keith sighed.he had that in mind all day, he needed to ask now.

"yup?"

"well, when I was at your place, I saw a pic of you and James. He was kissing your cheek. I just wanted to know if... You two had something going on?.."

She somehow choked on her ice cream.

"WHAT?! NO! no! Absolutely not! His a coworker, nothing more."

"coworkers doesn't kiss each other..."

He raised an eyebrow.

"well, a friend. You know, like... Lance and Hunk, they kiss me too.. on the cheeks or forehead ! Of course..."

He sighed.

"So, did our kiss meant anything to you?.."

She looked up at him with a confused expression.

"of course it did. It meant so much. I never kissed someone like you..."

"someone like me?.."

"someone I really liked..."

He froze.

"you... Hold on. What?"

"I huh... I guess I like you.. a lot."

Keith's eyes were sparkling.

"you do?.. Ho, huh. I like you too... But not friendly. You get my drift?.."

She giggled and pulled him into a kiss. It was longer then the first one... Sweeter, better... Burning with passion.

As their lips were pulling apart, their heart were racing.

They stared at each other.

"So... That makes us a thing?"

He asked.

"I guess."

She smiled.

It was in front of this sunset, in this beautiful beach, that their love took another level.

That they started to share something new.

Bonus:

Keith: If we are a thing, you'll have to stop letting guys kiss you...

Pidge:

Keith: ok, Hunk and Lance are fine. I trust them and I know you guys are best friends..plus, hunk has Shay and Lance Allura... they also know I'll kill them if they tried anything else...

But! Only cheeks and forehead! And no other guys!

Pidge: yes, captain.

A/N: Favorite fic I wrote yet...

[bafflement]

Deaged Oz - Atlas Hospital Scene Part II

"... James?" Oz ventured, tentatively, as he re entered the room. "What is it? What did they find... who do they think I was?" "I can give you good news and bad news. On one hand, you do have several living family members, assuming this information is correct. On the other, I'm not so certain you would wish to claim them all..." "You said there was a kidnapping ring? How many others went missing in it, and would there be anyone beyond your sister that..." "Was important enough to merit extra attention? No one missing child case should be more important than any other... but. As said, if the scroll is right, then there have been people looking for you for a quarter of a century."

Oz swallowed, taking in that information, mind racing as he tried to recall any cases from that time that he'd ever really heard of. The fact that there had been a kidnapping ring did tickle something in the back of his brain, but he was still so tired that whatever it was wasn't coming to him. This was another reason he hated hospitals, the drugs they gave him tended to slow his mind down to an unacceptable extent. Even without the full merge, he was used to knowing these things. But would he, now?

Qrow, getting impatient, jerked the scroll away from James, glaring at him as the latter snarled. Dammit, Oz was his friend, whatever this was sounded like something they would need to deal with together. Besides... Qrow had been eleven when Oz would have been snatched and, unlike the others, he had a sudden, horrible incling of just who the database would have believed Oz to have been. Because Atlas plus Oz's rather unique coloring painted a rather terrifying picture. He wasn't right, of course. He was very, very certain that the child in question had been murdered, there'd been certain consequences to that action that the Branwen tribe as a whole had been gossipping and snickering about for months afterwards. But then stranger things had happened. Some of them even to Oz.

Oscar leaned closer to his brother, Ruby moving to his other side, one hand raising only to drop it again, a guilty expression on her face. Oz himself was watching Qrow, eyes narrowed but trusting that he knew what he was doing. After all, this was probably still a dream. The others were being so nice, so friendly, even though he'd done nothing to earn that sort of trust from them again. It was a very nice dream, though. Even the thought that the child he had once truly been had actually had a family that missed him was nice. He doubted it, after all he had been rather prominant in Vale later on, but still. It was nice.

Qrow swore, too. His vocabulary was even more extensive and impressive than James' had been, and Oz could feel Oscar blushing into his shoulder. In fact, he was pretty certain he was the only one in the room not learning new words from the rant. He stilled, though, as he heard a single surname repeated several times.

"Qrow? Please tell me I'm hearing things, that you didn't just say Schnee? If I'm related to Jaques Schnee, I'll kill him myself." His voice was tight with a fury the others hadn't really heard from him before, but his hatred for that particular public figure bled through loud and clear.

"You're not. Not directly, anyway. Have you ever heard the story of Winter? Not the specialist. The other one."

"... the missing one." At that, Oz couldn't help but swear, too. Thankfully he knew enough languages that he doubted the others would that they were unlikely to understand. From Qrow's impressed noises, though, he at least got the gist.

"Not that I don't agree wth you about Jaques Schnee's ancestry, Oz, but... maybe tone it down a bit? Little ears. Technically including your own. And Oz? I'm sorry. You're my best friend, you know that. I just... yeah. Well, won't happen again."

"It might, if I ever make you all as angry as I did that day. Speaking of, at some point soon, James, we'll need to talk. There's information that I need to share that I've been, well... scared to."

"Scared, Oz? You? I'll believe that when I see it."

"Another version of me asked the wrong question, ever since, I've been... well. As said, we'll talk in private. Just promise me you won't hate me?"

"Hate you? NEVER, Oz, I couldn't even if I wanted to."

Oz just nodded, face pensive, as a set of footsteps echoed down the corridor towards them. James looked like he wasn't really looking forward to seeing whoever that was, but since he had to have been the one to have summoned them, Oz felt that was probably very much a him problem. He had enough on his mind with the revelation that he was apparently another Winter Schnee... but he had heard of the boy in question, the fact that their father had used the name for a son not a daughter had rather tended to stick in the mind, given the connection to the story of the maidens.

A white haired young woman in military garb entered and saluted James, before turning to look at the others. Her eyes scanned past Oscar, Oz, Ruby and Nora to land, glaring, on Qrow, who glared right back.

"Great, the ice queen. I know why she's here, Jimmy, but can we get some of the kids out first? I doubt Oscar will leave, but Ruby and Nora probably should..."

"Agreed. You two? Dismissed. See if you can send Weiss Schnee back up here, while you're at it?"

"Yes sir, general Ironwood sir." Ruby stuttered before dragging a protesting Nora from the room. Winter watched them go then turned to James again.

"With all due respect sir, just why am I here? And who are these children?"

James sighed. "That's not really an easy answer, but... Specialist Winter Schnee? Meet Oscar Pine... and Winter Schnee."

She stared at Oz for a minute, who met her gaze as evenly as he could, before snapping. "Sir, that is not a funny joke."

"I'm not laughing, Winter."

"My uncle never lived long enough to carve out his own path. If he had, he would be a lot older than that boy is."

"As said, it's complicated." Ironwood said, gently. "But it boils down to this. You know of magic, after all, I have briefed you on the maiden powers before and you know what it means to accept them. However, as much as the maidens are real... so is the wizard. The current incarnation is apparently your uncle."

"But sir, you said that the current incarnation was..." She turned back to Oz, staring at him again, taking in the dark glasses, the pale hair.

"Oh." She said, weakly. "I'm not sure this is a situation I would wish for my father to find out about, he'd try to manipulate things. You are Professor Ozpin, correct?"

"Yes," Oz confirmed. "Although I prefer Tip Pine at present. Also, I challenge your father to try to manipulate me. It would not end well. For him."

"You... hate him almost as much as I do, don't you?"

"Quite probably. For how he has treated you and Weiss, he had my hatred. Now that I know that your mother may in fact be my sister... there are rumors as to her current state and the reasons behind it. That he could do that to someone he claimed to love is unconscionable. As such, I intend to find a way to rescue her from him. Young Whitley, too."

"Whitley is currently older than you, I think. How are you a child, sir? If I can ask."

"Nobody really is certain of that, including myself, however the theory is that it was an unfortunate confluence of various factors that resulted in a rather unexpected response."

"Do you remember? Anything, really?" She sounded far more tender now, but Oz wasn't sure he quite liked the look in her eyes.

"Before waking up in Vale? Nothing. Snatches, perhaps. Also, I am not the child I appear to be, Winter. I don't need mothering."

"I wasn't!" She sounded indignant. "I... wait, was I?"

"Very slightly, yes." James interjected, still sounding amused. There was a noise as Weiss entered, blinking at her sister. "Hello, Winter. Hello again Oscar, Qrow. Oz. General. Why am I here?"

Oz shrugged as Winter sighed. "We came into some interesting information, sister. It appears that Professor Ozpin is our uncle."

"Excuse me? How is that... Uncle Winter?" She sounded strangely happy at the revelation, something else that rather convinced Oz he was still dreaming.

"Apparently." he muttered as Oscar started to laugh, Qrow following suit. They both sounded slightly hysterical, in fact. But then, it had been that sort of a day. In the back of his mind, Ozymandias sounded rather relieved that, if nothing else, at least he knew who he had once been, at last.

They talked for awhile longer, but Oz was fading in and out as the drugs took hold once more and soon enough they left him to sleep. He did so smiling, softly. For a dream, it had been a rather nice one.

[headphones-ct-09978]

Forever More, I promise. 🌹

Summary: Basically a tragic one shot idea I got. Kylo Ren loses his apprentice/lover after a battle.

Genre: Song fic ("Evermore" from Beauty and the Beast)

Characters: Kylo Ren, Zaria (OC), Phasma, and Rey.

TW: Mentions of grief. Heart break and Ben dying.

Tags: @tigerkay93 @lifeofroos

A/N: This was totally spur of the moment and rushed cuz my computer is about to die.

. "Missing?! How can she be missing?! She was right beside me!!"

Phasma didn't want to bring him the news, his apprentice meant something to her as well. "Sir she's...gone."

Kylo Ren leaned against one of the still smoking trees within one of the blast sights. "What do you mean by "Gone", Phasma?" Even with his mask on, Phasma could hear the pain in his voice.

"Sir, she wasn't found. There was no sign of a body and no one saw what happened to her." she then retrieved the scarf she found snagged on a tree branch near the battle field. "This was all we found."

Carefully, almost reverently, he took it from her. The violet silk was stained crimson with blood and was torn. The fridged wind made the fabric dance in his grip, until a sudden gust tore it from his grip. Kylo was weary from the fight and he couldn't muster up the strength to grab it. Instead, defeated, he watched as the scarf was taken and disappeared over the cliff.

"Leave me." he said. "Leave."

"Yes, sir."

For the first and last time, Phasma left with a heaviness in her heart.

Once alone with nothing but the bitter wind and biting snow for company, he walked deep into the woods until he came across a clearing. Sensing he was truly alone, he collapsed to his knees.

With shaky hands, he removed his mask, tears streaming down his face as grief overwhelmed him.

I was the one who had it all I was the master of my fate I never needed anybody in my life I learned the truth too late

He recalled Zaria's last words to him before the fight. "I love you, Forever, I promise. Nothing will ever take me from you." she had said as he gave him one last kiss.

I'll never shake away the pain I close my eyes but she's still there I let her steal into my melancholy heart It's more than I can bear

He pulled out the little keepsake she had given him sometime ago, before they were master and apprentice. He held the little charm in his large hands, feeling as if he was holding a part of her.

He closed his fist around it and stood.

Now I know she'll never leave me Even as she runs away She will still torment me Calm me, hurt me Move me, come what may

He put on the charm and retrieved his mask before making his way back towards his ship.

Wasting in my lonely tower Waiting by an open door I'll fool myself, she'll walk right in And be with me for evermore

Memories flooded his mind, images of her smile, her touch, her fearlessness...

A sudden wave of rage overcame him. He put his mask back on and unsheathed his saber. The crackling blade filled his senses as he cried out and began to cut down everything in his path.

I rage against the trials of love I curse the fading of the light Though she's already flown so far beyond my reach She's never out of sight

Out of breath, he fell to his knees again. His breath shaky and heavy, weary and grief stricken. But some part of him dared to hope, dared to continue.

Now I know she'll never leave me Even as she fades from view She will still inspire me Be a part of everything I do Wasting in my lonely tower Waiting by an open door I'll fool myself, she'll walk right in And as the long, long nights begin I'll think of all that might have been Waiting here for evermore

As the tears dried and his heart gave way to the darkness once more, he prayed, to what ever was within the dark and light recesses of the Force, "Please...please, let me see her...one last time."

As he boarded his ship, beaten, he didn't know, but his plea was heard.

Post scene:

"Ben! Ben, stay with me!"

Rey was starting to panic as she saw the light fade from Ben's brown eyes. But with the last strength he had left, he gave her a kiss, smiling when he realized he finally did something to be proud of.

He didn't hear Rey, however, as he called his name, holding him.

Before he faded, he saw her, standing behind Rey, smiling at him, her hand reached out to him. "Come, come to me," she said to him.

'Zaria...' was his final, peaceful thought before he became one with the force.

-End-

[kinglyisms-archived]

@worldly-diversity asked: "You're not getting rid of me that easily Luka." He professed stubbornly, arms crossed in front of his chest and the silken cotton of his blouse creasing at the corners. If anyone saw them like this, the display would be strange and unreal. A Noble standing up to a Pureblood, being disrespectful? It was unthinkable, except that was exactly what their relationship was like. "I already told you I want to be with you. I love you. Nothing is going to change that."

"I don't recall kicking you out." Ironically, that was something that he wouldn't actually do. Wasn't something that he had interest in doing. He doesn't mind Hanabusa's company, he just wishes the man would give a bit of warning when he was coming over. It's not as if Abarith is close to Cross Academy, it's a long journey, so he could give a heads up. Because today--today's just not a good day for him to be around right now.

Luka is literally dripping blood. Some of it his own, most of it someone elses. Someones elses. Because the place Luka just came back from doesn't exist anymore. He made sure of it. As he was told to. He's pulled his jacket off, tossed it down onto the ground, and his fingers covered in drying blood were trying hard to undo the buttons on their own.

"I just told you today is not a good day." His father would be turning up at some point, for an update, to figure out what happened and if he did the job properly. If the heads of his father's enemies were removed and there was now a pile of dust where people were supposed to be. And Luka--he isn't alright when he comes back from doing this. His eyes are a deep red and he's just crunching on blood tablets instead of taking the time to dissolve them. He needs a long, hot shower and to just sit in silence and trying and clear his head.

But Hanabusa keeps talking.

"Alright." Though he thinks the addition of the L word is new. Luka certainly hasn't said it before. Does Hanabusa expect it back now? He might need some time to wrap his head around that. He might not say it, but he's certainly more than shown it. More than once. In the many things he's done for Hanabusa. Because his feelings for him to run very deep. To the point he has told him he doesn't want to take away their engagement. Even if it was decided for them. He's fine with the arrangement they have. Because he likes him.

"But really, Hana." It's soft and he turns his gaze to look over at the other, crimson eyes watching the other. "I need you to go. While my home will always be open to you, today is not safe for you. And I want you safe. I want to make sure that you'll still be here at the end of the day. I never want anything to happen to you. The extent of the ends of the Earth I'd go to for you are endless. So I'll feel better if you're somewhere safe."

He won't let his father get his hands on Hanabusa.