#and offer to make me tea every time we hung out

[kentucky-daisey]

Weird moment of loneliness and I'm crushed that I don't have anyone in my life who cares enough about me to know stupid little things about me like that my favourite cake is carrot cake or that i really love the smell of wet soil.

[lxvebun]

silent confessions

synopsis: the genshin men crushing on you and the little ways they show they care.

content: Kaeya/Venti/Alhaitham/ Arataki Itto x gender neutral reader. First time writing for venti so apologies if its a lil off. Fluff. Friends to lovers. Kissing in kaeya's. wingman diluc honestly. Going a lil feral in alhaithams and ittos. Use of nickname dear and cecilia<3 They are all quite long but I hope you all enjoy it! Not completely proofread. Let me know if there are any annoying mistakes!

⁎⁺˳✧༚ Kaeya໒꒱.*

Diluc is sure of three things. One, You're hands down single-handedly keeping the icedtea business alive in Mondstadt, his arms are still hurting from the heavy crates of imported tea from Liyue he has to carry every. Single. Week. Two, you're incredibly oblivious, three, kaeya is a lovesick fool.

Even though diluc has offered to deliver some iced tea crates to your home, it seems that you prefer to drink his stash empty at the bar next to kaeya.

It's making him ill really, seeing the way his brothers eyes keep drifting to your lips and how his hands inch closer to yours, still never really touching. Diluc almost doesn't recognize him. Kaeya is not the type to get flustered easily, if anything, try to make him flustered and it will backfire! but here he is, for hours sitting at the bar head leaning on his hands staring at you like you hung the stars.

You fail to notice how, despite not touching your drink for so long, at one point even dancing around the tavern when the bard played your favorite song, the icecubes in your glass never seem to melt and the tea never gets warm. It's the least he can do, Kaeya would be showing you more grand gestures of love if you didnt make his head fog up with hearts and flowers everytime your near.

"I'm going to use the bathroom, i'll be right back! "You say as you hop of the barstool and make your way to the second floor.

"This, is getting sad you know", diluc speaks as he snatches both yours and Kaeya's glass away, dodging quick enough as Kaeya tries to get it back

"Oh i'm sorry, I didn't know my love life was such an interesting show to you. I'll make sure to tell the writers"

Stupid arrogant oblivious brother of his

He's not gentle as he grabs one of the big pints, pours your favorite iced tea in with the ice cubes and slices of lemon and two straws this time and places it down infront of kaeya.

"I'm doing you a favor icicle"

Kaeya's unable to retort a remark back because you're sitting down next to him again.

"Ooh whats this, luc?" As you stir the tea with your straw, the ice cubes gently clinking against the edges of the glass

"On the house, it's the last"-he throws you a look- bit of icetea I have for tonight. Enjoy." And with that he steps out the backdoor for a break leaving you and kaeya in an almost empty tavern

He's feeling uncharacteristically shy sharing a drink like this. He's not sure he can contain the love confession thats lingering on his lips if you're that close to eachother. You snap him out of his thoughts before he can even try.

"Come on try this with me...its...its quite romantic don't you think" you say, a little timid

Youre killing him. Hes deceased y/n.

"Yeah, didn't- didnt realise Diluc had a romantic bone in him, guess it runs in the family after all"

You're not sure where you got the courage from for what you're about to say

"Maybe, we should do more of these romantic things together."

And just like that, knowing you shared his feelings, he got a bit of his charming wit back.

"My dear y/n- he starts, leaning down closer to you, one icy hand holding yours. Are you asking me out on a date" he wants to revel in making you flustered but he's pretty sure he looks just as flustered as you do.

"Only if you want to, Kaeya"

The way he presses his lips to yours gives you the answer you needed<3

Venti, alhaitham and itto under the cut!

⁎⁺˳✧༚ Venti໒꒱.*

Archons, the summer this time around is way hotter than any summers before. It's scorching outside and if it weren't for your knight of favonius duties, duties you took over for the Cavalry Captain for his day off (>:( ), you would stay inside the cool headquarters, in your little office with the curtains closed.

You really should get going but you're delaying stepping outside. The favonius headquarters is nice and cool and and looking outside you can see the heat radiating from the stone pathways

You're a knight of favonius! A little sunshine isn't going to hurt! You try to hype yourself up as you make it to the entrance. You can do this, who knows, you might even get a tan.

Bracing yourself and pushing the heavy doors open, you're pleasantly surprised at how the wind immediately seems to pick up and twirl and flow around you in cooling circles. Yes, the sun is still beaming down in all his glory, but the breeze definitely helps. You may even get through this without breaking too much of a sweat.

As you're doing your errands and run basically all over Mondstadt, the gentle breeze surrounding you never seems to falter, even now, as you carry heavy crates of sunsettias and apples up the stairs to Good Hunter, it actually seems like the wind has started to pick up, aiding you in its own way.

Sara is more than grateful as you place the crates down in the back for her. "You're a lifesaver y/n, please, go sit down and i'll whip something up for you".

Who are you to deny a break and a free meal?

Before you sit down you take off your sword and place it down next to you so you can completely unwind. It's not until you look back up from your weapon that you see Venti, with the bright smile he always seems to carry, sitting infront of you

"Hi, my sweet cecilia"

Archons, that nickname. You're lucky you can blame the weather on the sudden warmth flowing through your body.

"You're awfully happy for such a hot day, Venti"

He doesn't provide an answer to that, why is he so happy? Because he's with you of course, he's basically been spending the whole day with you, how could he not be happy?

instead of saying that tho he says "the wind is nice, hmm?" And On cue the wind stars to pick up again, now carrying the scent of the meal Sara is cooking up for you and twirling a few flower petals that got caught in it around you You little

"Yeah it is, i'm not sure I would have been able to get through the day without a little breeze in my face" you laugh and it's the sweetest melody he's ever heard.

"I guess the anemo archon has a soft spot for me"

"I suppose he does"

You fail to catch the longing glint in his eyes and the blush covering his cheeks as Sara brings you your meal<3

Oh my dear y/n if only you knew.

⁎⁺˳✧༚ Alhaitham໒꒱.*

It's not until Kaveh points it out, after Alhaitham leaves to pick up another book from the House of Daena library shelves, that you realize it, but it seems that Alhaitham, despite looking like he wants to be anywhere but here, always seems to look out for you.

Like the time he dragged you to the desert to study runes with him, he made sure every time you two stood still for a long time, he'd raise his cape a little above your head, sheltering you from the burning sun

And that one time where he grabbed your arm and pulled you into his side when some drunkards stumbling home almost bumped into you

"Drop your pen when he gets back" kaveh says, breaking you out of your thoughts.

"Drop my-"

"Sshh, just do it" he hushes quickly and goes back to drawing as Alhaitham sits back down next to you with a new book in his hand.

You let Alhaitham read a few more pages before you "accidentally" drop your pen under the table, sliding your seat back and ducking under to retrieve it, when you look back up to avoid hitting your head on the corner of the table, Alhaithams hand is already covering it. His gaze is still as focused as ever on the book infront of him, it's almost like it happened entirely subconsciously, like it was already engraved in his perception to look out for you and that alone made the butterlies in your tummy flutter around. You don't miss the "I told you so" gaze Kaveh throws at you.

Alhaithams book manages to hide the gentle smile he failed to hold back as he guesses from the look on your face and body language that you're onto him, and if he can guess one more time, he'd say the feelings are mutual.

He doesn't say anything but he does reach under you to grab the leg of your chair and pull you closer to him, arm draped behind you over the backrest, gently drawing shapes on your shoulder as he continues to read his book

*Did ya'll see that one nick jonas clip where he pulls her chair closer? Yeah? Thats alhaitham.

⁎⁺˳✧༚ Arataki Itto໒꒱.*

The locals of Inazuma are used to the never ending thundering and lightning. Even on clear days, it seems like you can always hear it lurking in the distance, dancing over the seas. Unfortunately for you, you’re not a local and despite having been here for a while, long enough to develop strong friendships and perhaps a little crush <3 the loud claps of thunder and the lightning that cracks open the clouds still make you flinch

You were embarrassed about it, so you never voiced it out to your friends. You would just try to hide your flinches and do your best to block out the noise. You're not doing that very well unfortunately. Itto has noticed, and boy does it make his heart hurt a little every time he catches you trying to hide it. You're part of the gang! Whether you know  that or not, you're supposed to be able to tell him these things! but he understands, you seem to think that you're going to look weak in front of Arataki numero uno claymore swinging devil beatbox and beetle fighting legend Itto. He made me write this really You could never considering he gets weak in the knees everytime you make eye contact or touch his horns

So as the leader of your gang, your best friend and hopefully future boyfriend, he’s gonna help you because If there's one thing Itto is good at its being loud. It’s quite hard to hear the thunder lurking in the background when Itto's boisterous laugh as he’s "winning" a game of TCG seems to overpower everything, including the way your heart beats a little faster when he smiles at you.

You didn’t notice what he was doing until there was a summer storm forecasted. You didn't even have time to mentally prepare yourself for it before there was a harsh knocking at your door, maybe a bit to hard itto pls dont break the door

"Open up sunshine, I have some snacks :D"

He’s quick to make himself comfortable as you let him in, throwing the impressive amount of snacks and some card games on the coffee table and then taking up half the space on the couch, being careful to not knock the lamp on the sidetable down with his horns.

"Not that I mind Itto, but i didn't expect you to come over. Any reasons?"

"Yeah you're"- he cuts himself off. You never told him about your fear of thunder, would it upset you if you knew he figured it out?, archons he didnt think of an excuse what should he say, where is Kuki in times like this

"Yeah, I just thought i’d keep you some company because I AM afraid of summerstorms, yup, totally terrifying, so scary,so here i am."

Even he knows it's not believable. Especially since he has directed some...colorful words with the shogun before (not in her presence)

You are afraid”-

AND AND I thought, you know, maybe, since were all going to be locked up in our houses anyway we could have a little at home date......:D

Archons, Itto, if the storm isn't going to kill you its him. He's been aware of your fear and silently tried to help you with it? And now he has basically slipped a confession in trying to hide the fact he knows about your fear? He's such a teddybear fr

You don't fight the smile that's pulling at the corners of your mouth as you sit down next to him. Pressing a kiss to his cheek and pretending not to notice the hitch in his breath "Thank you, Itto"

Thank you for reading angels!<3

[sinkovia]

Selfish asshole

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Reader

Fluff w/ slight Angst

The bond between you and Ghost had always been deep, a connection that went beyond words. In the subtle gestures and the extra efforts, your love for him remained a secret. Ghost, perceptive as ever, saw the signs – the smiles, the looks, the special attention reserved just for him and he loved every bit of it. You always went the extra mile for him, making sure his mornings started with a cup of tea, ready by the time he came down from his barracks.

You stayed up late with him when he couldn't sleep, offering your comforting presence. You were always there for him, and he appreciated that more than words could express. Ghost cherished you, you were so beautiful in his eyes. He found comfort in the sound of your voice and the way you looked at him as if he were more than just a soldier.

Ghost couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart every time you were around.

Yet, beneath the surface, a silent struggle unfolded within him. He recognized the love growing within your heart, mirroring the emotions he held but could never admit. The unspoken truth became a weight, and he made a painful decision to distance himself. In his eyes, you deserved more than what he believed he could offer.

Haunted by his past and perceiving himself as a mere shell, Ghost felt a duty to spare you from the darkness that clung to him. He became distant, withdrawing from the closeness you once shared, hoping you'd find happiness elsewhere. The short responses and a subtle coldness were his way of urging you to move on, to seek love with someone who could provide the life he thought you deserved.

It was a choice Ghost made out of love, even if it meant sacrificing his own feelings.

The change in Ghost's behavior was immediately noticeable. He started his days earlier, and the morning tea ritual you once shared slowly faded away.

As the days went by, the once vibrant connection between you two started to fade. The warmth in his eyes dimmed, and the shared moments that used to bring you joy now felt like distant memories. It was as if he had built an impenetrable wall around himself, shutting you out.

You found yourself at a loss, trying to comprehend what had gone wrong. Hurt and confusion crept into your heart as you grappled with the unexplained distance. You missed him more than words could explain. The ache grew, prompting you to confront him about it.

"Hey, do you think we can—" Your words hung in the air as he turned abruptly, walking away. Determined to have answers, you gently reached for his arm, concern etched on your face. But before you could express your worries, he snapped, his voice laced with irritation.

"Don't fucking touch me." He yanked his arm away, leaving you shocked by the sudden change. In all the time you'd known him, he had never raised his voice at you.

"Please just tell me what's wrong. Why are you pushing me away? Was it something I said?"

He glanced around, a momentary flicker of sadness crossing his eyes before the familiar cold mask returned. Towering over you, he stared into your eyes, contemplating something. The cold, dead expression dominated, and the words he spoke cut through your heart.

"You're always bothering me, following me around like a lost puppy! You never give me my fucking space!" Your lips parted, face etched in disbelief and pain.

“You don't mean that.” The words barely escaped in a whisper, your heart breaking.

“I do. Now leave me alone.”

His gaze softened as he saw your teary-eyed expression, regret clouding his eyes. The harsh words he yelled were filled with remorse, but he believed they were necessary lies to push you away. With your heart shattered, you turned and walked away, leaving Ghost alone with his regrets and self-imposed isolation. He hoped that the hurtful words would be enough for you to move on, to find someone better. As you hurried to your room, tears streaming down your face, you ran into Soap, further entangling your emotions in the web of confusion and pain.

"Bloody hell lass, are you okay?"

You broke down in the hallway, pouring your heart out to Soap about your feelings for Ghost and what he had said to you when you tried to talk to him. Anger fueled him, and he stormed away to find Ghost. Entering the rec room, he found him sitting alone on the couch. Ghost's eyes met Soap's as he was about to ask what he was doing, but Soap's knuckles collided with his jaw.

Soap, who knew Ghost felt the same way about you, couldn't fathom why he would say something hurtful to you.

"You're pathetic, Ghost, you know that?" he staggered back from the impact, shock evident in his wide eyes.

"You're a fucking coward." Soap's frustration echoed in his voice as he berated him for hurting your feelings when he knew you both loved each other. Ghost got up, towering over Soap, breathing quickening. He pushed passed him to walk away, but Soap spoke up again.

"You hate Y/n, admit it."

Ghost stopped dead in his tracks, turned, and walked up to Soap, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

"You don't know anything about how I feel. You have no idea how I feel about her. If I told her how I really felt, she would drop everything to be with me. She would sacrifice everything good in her life for me because that's the type of person she is. She's perfect, Soap, the best thing that has ever happened to me. She's too good for someone like me. I won't let myself ruin her. I refuse to let that happen."

You had been standing at the entrance of the rec room, hearing everything. Soap's gaze shifted to you, and Ghost quickly turned around. His eyes widened in shock as you walked up to him with anger in your eyes. Without hesitation, you raised your hand and slapped him across the face.

"You selfish asshole."

Both Ghost and Soap's eyes widened, not expecting such a reaction from you.

"Why can't you let yourself be happy for once in your life Ghost? I love you more than anything. I don't care if you think you're not good enough for me. You are enough. You are more than enough, Ghost. You make me so happy. Please just let me do the same for you."

Ghost opened his mouth to object, but you quickly put your finger up, shushing him.

"I'll be at Maggianos at 8pm tomorrow night. If you don't show then I'll have my answers and if you do then it's a date." with that you turned and walked out of the rec room.

The next evening, you were sitting in a booth by yourself waiting. You checked the time on your phone, It was 8:05. You wondered if he would show up. You gave him five more minutes and still, he had not come. You sigh and get up from the booth, as you were turning to leave you saw him standing there, flowers in hand and his mask off.

You smile as he walks up to you and hands you the flowers. "Your late"

"I know, I'm sorry"

Seated across from each other, you spent hours talking over dinner, sharing a romantic night. As the night grew late, you both returned to the base together. Walking you to your room, Ghost lingered, and you chatted for a few moments before bidding each other farewell. As he began to leave while you unlocked your door, he suddenly turned around, cupping your face and planting a soft kiss on your lips.

"I couldn't spend another second wondering what it felt like, I'm sorry," he whispered against your lips. Smiling, you responded by gently placing your hand behind his neck and pulling him into another soft kiss.

Pulling away, he smiled down at you, admiring your features. Despite not being religious, he thanked god for having someone as pure and perfect as you in his life. "Goodnight, Y/n."

"Goodnight, Ghost."

"Simon," he said, gazing down at you with a gaze full of love.

"Goodnight, Simon." The sound of his name coming from you made his heart swell, and he planted a kiss on your forehead before walking back to his room. Smiling, you entered yours, closing the door behind you.

You found yourself lying on your bed, basking in the afterglow of the evening. The room held a serene ambiance as you reflected on the moments you two shared.

Thoughts of how good your life had become flooded your mind, and a contented smile graced your face. The memory of the date lingered, and you couldn't help but replay the sweet moments, the laughter, and the connection you felt.

Your thoughts shifted to the warmth of Simon's lips, savoring the tender kisses exchanged. The sensation lingered, and you found yourself lost in the euphoria of the moment. As you lay there, the room filled with a sense of fulfillment, your heart swelled with gratitude for the happiness that had found its way into your life.

[biblical-chronicles]

Flashed

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where the reader pregnant with Noel's child is rescued by the brothers from paparazzi

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Dinner with Liam Gallagher was never meant to be a subdued occasion. Tonight, however, the plan was refreshingly straightforward: you, Noel, and Liam sharing a meal at a little pub, nothing too outlandish.

However, Noel had been unusually vigilant since the plans were made. Ever since you’d told him you were pregnant, he’d been watching you like a hawk, swooping in at the faintest sign of discomfort. As the two of you headed to the car, his concern was already in full swing.

“Yer sure you’re up for this?” he asked, his brow furrowed. “If you’re knackered, we’ll sack it off, no bother.”

You laughed softly, nudging him with your elbow. “I’m pregnant, Noel, not made of glass. Stop fussin’, will you?”

From where Liam stood leaning against the car, putting out his cigarette, his laugh barked through the air. “Him? Fussin’? Nah, couldn’t be our Noelly.”

“Shut it, Liam,” Noel muttered, though his ears turned a bit pink. He opened the passenger door for you, his movements precise, almost rehearsed. Once you were seated, he crouched slightly to adjust your seatbelt.

“Yer comfy, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Yes, Noel. For the tenth time, I’m fine.”

“She’s fine,” Liam chimed from the backseat, swinging into the car with the casual energy only he could pull off. “But keep at it, and she might lamp ya before we get there.”

Noel gave him a sharp look but didn’t stop sneaking glances at you as he started the car. Liam’s chatter quickly filled the space, jumping from rants about the music industry (“Full of divs, the lot of ’em!”) to animated speculation about the pub’s beer. “If it’s shite, I swear I’ll kick off,” he declared. You caught Noel’s eye and shared an amused smile, his fingers brushing yours for a quick, reassuring squeeze as Liam continued his tirade.

When you arrived, the pub was every bit as inviting as Noel had promised. Warm lighting danced on wooden beams, the scent of food hung in the air, and a roaring fireplace cast a cozy glow. As the three of you slid into a corner booth, Liam wasted no time ordering a pint and a double order of chips. Noel, on the other hand, refused to stop his questions.

“Yer sure you don’t want water or juice? Maybe a tea instead?”

“Honestly, Noel, I’m fine,” you said, as much as you appreciated his care your patience was soon to be teetering on the edge of exasperation.

Across the table, Liam snorted. “She’s havin’ a meal, not a medical exam. Leave her be, nurse Noel.”

The evening unfolded smoothly—or as smoothly as it ever did with Liam at the table. He launched into an array of outlandish stories, complete with exaggerated gestures that had you doubled over in laughter. Noel, ever the counterweight, offered his quieter humor; pointed quips dropped at just the right moments, each one making you laugh harder than the last.

When the conversation lulled for a moment, you stood and announced, “Excuse me, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Where you goin’ love?” Noel asked quickly, his tone alert.

“To the loo,” you said, giving him an amused look.

“Alright. But if it’s dodgy, just come back. Don’t be faffin’ about.”

“I’ll be fine, Noel.” You kissed him on the cheek, trying not to laugh at his protective streak.

“Relax, mate,” Liam said, smirking as he cradled his pint. “She’s off to the bog, not battlin’ a pack of wolves.”

Noel’s glare was as sharp as his tone. “No one asked you.”

Making your way through the pub, you reached the bathroom only to find a handwritten sign taped to the door: Out of Order—Apologies! Mildly annoyed, you flagged down a server to ask if there was another option. The young woman, clearly flustered, stammered out an apology.

“There’s a café next door letting our customers use their facilities. Just pop over—it’s no trouble.”

“It’s fine, thanks,” you said with a smile, grabbing your coat and stepping outside.

The brisk night air hit your cheeks, refreshing after the cozy warmth of the pub. You’d barely made it a few steps toward the café when a flash of light caught your eye. In an instant, a small swarm of paparazzi seemed to materialize out of nowhere. Cameras pointed at you, shutters clicking furiously as the questions began.

“Over here, love! When are you due?” “Is it true about the secret wedding?” “Excited to be a mum?" "Is Noel supportive enough?"

The cacophony of voices swirled around you, their questions cutting across each other in a dizzying blur. The flashbulbs felt blinding, and you instinctively placed your hands over your belly, your pulse quickening. The crowd surged closer, the chaos making it impossible to think.

Back in the pub, Noel sat in the booth, one leg bouncing anxiously under the table. He glanced at his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. “She’s been gone ages,” he muttered, his voice tight.

“She’s fine,” Liam replied, not even looking up as he reached for another chip. “Probably just some queue or summat.”

“Not for this long.” Noel pushed his chair back abruptly and grabbed his jacket. “I’m goin’ to check.”

Liam sighed, rolling his eyes as he stood too. “You’ll only make it worse if summat’s actually happened,” he said, shrugging on his coat.

“What d’you think I’m gonna do?” Noel shot back, glaring. “Yell at a toilet?”

“Wouldn’t put it past ya,” Liam muttered under his breath, trailing behind his brother as they headed out quickly into the night after being informed about the toilet situation.

The cool air outside did nothing to quell Noel’s growing worry, and he scanned the street quickly, his heart hammering in his chest. It wasn’t long before the source of the delay became clear. A cluster of paparazzi had formed outside the neighboring café, their cameras flashing furiously, their shouts cutting through the quiet evening like a blade.

Noel’s eyes zeroed in on you, caught in the center of the chaos. His stomach dropped at the sight of your pale face, your arms instinctively shielding your belly from the encroaching cameras. Without a second thought, he surged forward.

“Oi!” Noel’s voice cracked like a whip, sharp and commanding. “Back the fuck off, you vultures!”

Liam was right behind him, his voice booming even louder. “Yeah, piss off, ya daft cunts! Can’t you see she’s pregnant?”

The paparazzi froze for a split second, startled by the brothers' sudden appearance. A few lowered their cameras, stepping back slightly, but others continued snapping away.

Noel didn’t stop until he was at your side, his arm wrapping protectively around your shoulders. He pulled you close, his body a barrier between you and the flashing lenses. “You alright, love?” he asked, his voice soft but his tone urgent.

“I’m okay,” you said shakily, though your trembling hands betrayed you. “They just… came out of nowhere.”

His jaw tightened. “You should’ve told me where you were goin’,” he muttered, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face as he checked you over. “I’d’ve come with you.”

“I didn’t think it’d be a big deal,” you murmured, leaning into his touch.

“Well, next time, don’t take any chances,” he said firmly, already steering you back toward the pub with a protective hand on the small of your back. “Come on, let’s get inside love.”

Meanwhile, Liam lingered, his shouts still ringing in the air. “And don’t think about printin’ any of this shite, or I’ll find ya!” He raised a fist dramatically, making one paparazzo flinch knowing Liam's repuation.

Noel glanced back over his shoulder, irritation flaring. “Liam! For God’s sake, come on!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Liam grumbled, waving him off. “Go on, I’ll sort it.”

Once inside, Noel barely paused before pulling you into a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around you, his chin resting against your hair as he exhaled a shaky breath. “God, I’m glad you’re alright,” he murmured, his grip firm like he never wanted to let go.

You tilted your head up, catching his eye. “I’m fine, Noel,” you said gently, your hands moving to his chest. “Promise.”

He held your gaze for a moment, his expression a mix of worry and relief. “Scared the life out of me, y’know.”

“I know,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his in a soft, lingering kiss. His shoulders seemed to relax as he kissed you back, the tension melting away.

The tender moment didn’t last long. Just as you pulled apart, the door to the pub banged open with a loud clatter. You both turned quickly, startled, as Liam strode in, grinning like he’d just won a prize. In his hands were the twisted remnants of a camera tripod and a lens.

“They won’t be botherin’ you again!” he declared proudly, holding up his handiwork like a trophy. “Proper smashed their gear to bits.”

For a moment, there was stunned silence. Then, in perfect unison, you and Noel groaned, “Oh, Liam.”

“What?” Liam asked, genuinely perplexed as he dropped the mangled equipment onto a nearby table. “I did you a favor!”

Noel pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here I am,” Liam said, grabbing his pint with a smirk. “Yer welcome, by the way.”

You shook your head, laughing despite yourself as Noel pulled you back into the booth. His arm stayed wrapped securely around you, his thumb brushing soothing circles against your arm, while Liam dove back into his chips like nothing had happened.

“Bloody idiots,” Liam muttered, still chewing, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Can’t even have a quiet dinner without all that drama.”

Noel shot him a look but didn’t reply. His focus was entirely on you now, the concern still evident in the way his eyes flickered over you. “You sure you’re alright, love?” he asked quietly, his voice low, as though anything louder might break the calm you were finally finding.

You nodded, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “I’m fine, Noel. Honestly. Just a bit of a shock, that’s all.” You gave him a small smile, but it was enough to soften the tension in his shoulders.

Liam, as usual, wasn’t one for long moments of sentiment, and he cleared his throat before swiping another chip from his plate. “Right, well, since we’re all still alive and mostly intact, can we get back to the scran now?”

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this was such a cute request thank you fer it lovely anonymous person and hope you lot liked it x

Y’know what, I’ve just clocked that flashed (the title) sounds like someone’s gone n’ flashed their bits at ’em, but I’m keepin’ it. Me brain’s not workin’ for a better one right now, so the cheeky one stays. Also, made Noel capable of driving a car in this one, proper miracle worker behaviour from me there.

[junikicker]

The Proposal - Rebecca Welton x fem!reader (Part 1)

The Proposal Part 1 - Rebecca Welton x fem!reader

note: you want it, you get it. rebecca welton x reader au based on the movie the Proposal with Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock. also, this is pre ted arriving at Richmond.

warnings: language

The sun was shining through the curtains of your Richmond flat, coaxing you awake gently. Instinctively, you turned around to shut off the alarm that usually woke you at five every morning. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You groaned as you scrambled to get out of bed, the alarm reading 6:22 a.m.

After quickly getting dressed, you came rushing out into the streets with your tie loosely around your neck and toothbrush still in your mouth. You started running down King Street and Old Palace Place, discarding your toothbrush into the closest bin as the trees around you were blurry due to your fast pace.

It had barely been two months since Rebecca Welton took over AFC Richmond after her rather nasty divorce from Rupert. You had been Mr. Mannion’s assistant for three years and Ms. Welton seemed to like you at least to the point where she felt bad about firing you, so she let you keep your job. She also felt like she owed you for telling her about her, now, ex-husband’s affairs with other employees.

You reached Nelson Road just moments before Rebecca’s arrival, fixing your appearance in the first mirror you found. “Oh, Y/n. Great to see you!” Higgins greeted you as you rushed your way up the stairs to the office you were sharing with Rebecca until accommodations were made. “G’morin’ Leslie!” You greeted back with a smile. “Someone’s in a rush.” He stated matter-of-factly. “Consider waking up twenty-three minutes ago in a rush.” You agreed easily, trying to catch your breath.

Your conversation was then interrupted by the sound of heels echoing through the halls and then up the stairs. “Well, here she comes.” You said to yourself and Higgins shot you an understanding look.

“Good morning, Boss. You have a conference call in thirty minutes.” You informed her as she gracefully strode on into her office. “Yes, about the auctioning of the art Rupert, oh so graciously, left me. I know.” She replied and sat down at her desk as you rushed over to make her a cup of tea. “Staff meeting at nine.” You added.

“Did you call, uhm… what was her name again?” She asked you absent-mindedly, opening her laptop and typing away. “Janet?” You offered, placing the cup on her desk. “Yes, Janet.”

“Yes, I called her and I told her that if she doesn’t get her hands on the matter immediately, there will not be any matters for her to get her hands on in the future. Also, your lawyer called. The one you hired for the divorce. He said that it is imperative-” You informed her but she cut you off immediately.

“Cancel the call, push back the meeting to tomorrow, and keep the lawyer on the sheets. And also get a hold of PR and have them start drafting an interview with Coach Lasso as soon as he gets here.” Rebecca ordered. She had always been quite distanced, it was just what you thought she was like.

“Nicely done.” You replied in a monotone voice. “If I shall want your praise, I will ask for it.” She replied coldly, picking the cup up and taking a big sip out of the mug. Her phone rang. By now you knew that if she was occupied, it was your task to pick up for her. “Morning. Ms. Welton’s office.” You answered. “Hello, Bob.” You replied at the sound of a voice that you were, involuntarily, very familiar with and rolled your eyes.

At you mentioning the name, Rebecca just waved her hand, but you knew her well enough to know what she meant by the gesture. “Actually we’re headed to your office right now… Yeah.” You hung up the phone before turning to your boss with a confused expression. “Why are we headed to Bob’s office?” You asked as Rebecca came to stand again. It never failed to impress you how she always seemed to have her shit together, acting rational all the time. She gave you a look. The look. The look that meant someone was going to get fired.

As the two of you left her office, you once again noticed that you had a hard time keeping up with her pace. “Have you looked over the list of international players in interest I gave you?” You asked her, continuing your walk down the halls. “Uh, I read a few pages. I wasn’t that impressed.” Rebecca replied, keeping up her pace.

“Can I just say something?” You asked her. “No.” She replied instantly as you came closer to reach Bob’s office. “I’ve been looking over hundreds of lists of players and this is the only one I ever gave to you. There are some incredible players on there.” You explained.

“Remember, you’re just a prop in here.” Rebecca reminded you. Ah yes, there it was again. As if you didn’t hear that at least twice a day from her. You opened the door for her to step in without knocking.

“Ah, our fearless leader and her liege. Please, do come in.” Bob joked, his American accent coming through as he got up from his desk chair, glasses on his nose.

“Beautiful shelve you got here, Bob. Is it new?” Rebecca asked, turning around, her face in disgust at having to interact with the man. “It is English Regency Egyptian Revival, built in the 1800s but, yes, it is the newest addition to my office. Rupert gave it to me.” Rebecca’s face seemed to scrunch up in disgust even more but she shook it off before turning back around.

“Bob, I’m firing you.” She then stated, getting straight to the point. The tall, tanned man looked at her as if she was delusional. “Pardon?” He asked. Rebecca sighed.

“I asked you more than a million times to get Chelsea to transfer us Reece James and you didn’t do it. You’re fired.” She calmly explained and you closed the door. “I have told you that this is impossible. James is not transferring for the next years.” Bob tried.

“Now that’s interesting, you see because I just got off the phone with Chelsea and he’s in. You didn’t even call them, did you?” Rebecca asked, walking up closer to the mahogany desk. “But-b.” Bob tried to find his voice again. “I know, I know. They can be a little scary to deal with… For you. Now, I am willing to give you a month to find a new job. And then you can tell everyone you resigned. Fine?” Rebecca offered. Oh, how she always knew how to play her cards.

And with that, the two of you left his office just the way you had come in. Rebecca didn’t bother to look around. “What’s he doing now?” She asked you and you turned around for her. “He’s moving, He has crazy eyes.” You observed, continuing to walk. Rebecca came to a stop and sighed.

“You poisonous bitch!” Bob yelled and suddenly all eyes of the people around you are on the three of you. “You can’t fire me! You don’t think I see what you’re doing here? Sandbagging me into this Chelsea thing just so you can look good to the board? Because you feel threatened by me! And you are a monster!” Rebecca remained calm. “Bob. Stop.”

“Just because you have no life outside of this office, you think you can treat everybody here like your own personal slaves! You know what? I feel sorry for you. Because you know what you’re gonna have on your deathbed? Nothing and no one.” Rebecca took a deep breath in, she was acting like the words didn’t get to her before she formed a reply.

“Bob, I didn’t fire you because I feel threatened by you. And I don’t need to look good to ‘the board’ because I am ‘the board’. And I fired you because you’re lazy, entitled, incompetent and you spent more time cheating on your wife than my ex-husband did, cheating on me. And if you say another word, Y/n here is going to have you escorted out of this building, hands tied to your back, alright?” Rebecca spoke, still somewhat calm as Bob went to speak again. “Another word and you’re going out of here with an armed escort. Is that what you want? Didn’t think so. Y/n. Spit spot, we’ve got work to do.” Rebecca said, spinning on her heel and walking back toward her office.

“Have security take his breakfront out of his office and put it in the conference room. And I need you around for this weekend to review his files and other work.” Rebecca informed you, picking up her pace from before. “This weekend?” You asked her, a frown on your face. “Is there a problem, Y/n?” She asked you, stopping in her tracks. “No. I… just my grandmother’s 90th birthday so I was gonna go home and...” You started but she already went back to making her way to her office. “...it’s fine. I’ll cancel it.” You unwillingly agreed.

Once you were back in the office, you called your family to cancel your visit. You tried your best not to let it get to you but were pissed, to say the least. “I know, I know. Tell Babcia I’m sorry. Okay? Satan is not gonna let me outta here for the weekend… No- I – Listen. I’ve worked too hard for this job to throw it all away, okay?” You Explained to your mother, starting to lower your voice as you heard heels clicking over the floor. “Oh, I’m sure Tata is gonna be pissed… but we take all of our submissions around here very seriously.” You hung up the phone as the office door opened and Rebecca walked in.

“Was that your family?” She asked immediately, standing next to your desk. “Yes.” You replied. “They tell you to quit?” - “Every single day.” The phone rang again. “Ms. Welton’s office, Y/n speaking.” You answered. “Oh… Yeah. Okay. Alright.” You replied before hanging the phone up again.

“Your lawyer is here and wants to see you immediately.” You told Rebecca who groaned in response. “Okay. Come get me in ten minutes. We have a lot to do.” She ordered and left again.

As she left the room, your eyes were trained on her hips, swaying as she walked. She definitely knew how to dress. Everything she wore looked perfect on her and fitted her body in a way that never ceased to impress you. You had caught yourself checking her out on more than one occasion but never really thought anything of it.

Exactly ten minutes later, you knocked on the door to the main conference room, before letting yourself in. “Excuse me, we’re in a meeting.” Her lawyer, a tall, blonde man, in his thirties, addressed you with disgust in his voice as he saw you in your suit. “What is it?” Rebecca asked in a displeased tone, playing her part as perfectly as always.

“Marina Granovskaia from Chelsea’s office just called. She’s on the line.” You informed her. “She needs to speak with you right away, I told her you were otherwise engaged.” You rushed out, eager to get Rebecca out of whatever this was as fast as possible. Her eyes lit up at your words and she silently urged you to come in with all sorts of weird hand gestures.

“Uh… Mr. Swan, I understand. I understand the predicament that we are in. And, uhm… And there is, well… I think there is something you should know.” Rebecca stuttered, getting up from her seat at her desk, walking over to you. The way she stumbled over her words seemed suspicious to you. What was going on? “We’re...getting married.”

“We’re getting married?! What the fuck is going on?! You’re my boss!” You whisper-yelled once her lawyer left and you closed the door behind him. “What?” She asked, sitting back down at the table all calm and collected. “I don’t understand what’s happening.”

“Relax, this is for you too.” She stated as if it would explain anything that had just happened. “Do elaborate.” You joked. “They were going to sell the club.” She started. “So naturally I would have to marry you.” You deadpanned.

“And what’s the problem? Like you were saving yourself for someone special?” She asked, looking down at some paperwork, green eyes skimming over it. “I’d like to think so. Besides, isn’t that illegal?” You asked. “The point?” She shot back, looking up at you again. “We’re no terrorists.” Her eyes went back to the paper in front of her.

“Rebecca.” You tried again. “Yes.” She sighed. “Rebecca, I’m not gonna marry you.” You told her sternly, standing straight. “Because of what? You don’t ‘fancy the ladies’? Because you obviously do. The amount of times that I catch you checking me out is higher than the amount of looks any man, including my ex-husband, ever gave me.” She smirked up at you, leaning back in her chair. “I- I do, in fact, ‘fancy the ladies’…” You agreed under your breath. “Sure you are going to marry me. Because if you don’t marry me, your dreams of becoming our transfer manager will be shattered into pieces.” She stated, pleased with herself.

“They’re gonna fire you the second I’m gone. Guaranteed. That means you’re out on the street, alone, looking for a job. Which means all the time that we spent together, all the tea cups, all the canceled dates, the midnight Tampon runs, and all the shit you did under Rupert, were all for nothing, because he won’t take you back after telling on him, your dreams are gone. But don’t worry after all this is settled, we’ll get a quickie divorce and you’ll be done with me.” Rebecca explained and it started to make at least some sense to you. “But until then, like it or not, our wagons are hitched to the other’s. Alright?”

[starlightsuffered]

So close

A/N - fic based off this song. You can listen while you read if you want. It’s from Enchanted which is a great movie and this scene always makes me emotional

Info - song fic, mentions of sex, longing, angst, emotional cheating, areanged relationship

I walked slowly into the ballroom. It was the first dance I was actually allowed to be at. A duke had taken interest in me, and now I was betrothed.

Hal, no, I needed to call him Henry now, was standing at the throne with his own betrothed. Selene was gorgeous, kind, and smart. She hung on Henry’s arm like she was afraid to move. I wished I could hate her, but she was a lovely person.

Hal and I had been lovers for years. We’d met when I’d once spilled tea on him. He’d come rushing from a room after a dalliance. He’d plowed straight into me. The tea I’d been trying to deliver went flying. However, I was shocked when he didn’t scream at me.

He helped me up, he offered to buy me a new dress. He had insisted he come with me to retrieve another cup of tea so the cook would know it wasn’t my fault.

That’s how we’d started. He’d talked to me more and more. He sought me out in the castle. Soon we were hooking up whenever we got a chance.

I had learned the feel of Hal’s hands. I revealed int he way he kissed me. Every move he made and every way he touched me was a fluid, graceful movement. Though we had never been able to dance together, due to my station, that’s what our sex was. It was the most perfect waltz. We moved together perfectly.

Around the same time I had been proposed to, Henry’s advisors had produced a princess that would be a good match for him. Henry knew he and I could never be. He’d said yes.

I hadn’t seen him much since he’d told me. I’d cried and cut off our relationship. He’d begged me to come back. He promised he’d still have time for me, still care for me. He even asked if I could be his consort.

I had exploded then. I told him the truth. I was in love with him. I didn’t want half of him. I wanted to sit by his side. I wanted to care for him and hold him. I didn’t want to be the scorned mistress of the king. I didn’t want to feel fear every time I went out. I wanted all of him or nothing.

I was shaken back to reality as I felt the duke pull me harshly to the dance floor. I moved with him, but it was awkward and he was soon frustrated. I tried my best. Our connection just didn’t burn bright. He left in a huff to go to the refreshments table.

I nearly jumped when there was a tap on my shoulder. I already knew who it was. I would know that touch anywhere. I turned to see Henry. He had somehow shaken off Selene and come straight to me.

“You look like perfection,” he murmured, fingering one of the ruffles of periwinkle lace.

“Thank you, your highness,” I said with a bow. His expression soured.

“May I dance with you?”

“Once,” I allowed.

He swept me into his arms. I gasped with the realisation that we were in front of the whole kingdom. The spotlight shone on us as a soft slow song started. He gripped my waist tighter.

We were spinning around the room. His face brushed mine. I felt calm despite the many eyes on us. I was breathing peacefully, my chest against his. I was actually a good dancer, when Hal was my partner.

“You know growing up, I never thought romance would have a place in my life,” he whispered. “I am to be a king. I knew most of the women I bedded would be doing so because of that reason. You’ve given me that chance.”

“Henry,” I began in a choked voice.

“Please stop,” he said in a breath. “Don’t call me that. For one dance, let me be Hal. Let me be your Hal for just one dance.”

“Hal,” I said in a soft but emotion filled voice.

“That night on the roof we spent naked and watching the sunrise. That time I read poems to you while you played with my hair. Oh and that time you massaged me all over with sweet oils after I’d had a hard day.”

“Those memories hold as much pain now as they held sweetness,” I said, looking away. I felt him slump a bit.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

Hal was quiet now. We spun to the beautiful music. He twirled me out and then towards him. He dipped me and lifted me. I felt like a fairy in flight. His hands were at home on my skin. I couldn’t help the smile that was covering my lips.

“Yes?” He asked.

I realised I’d been repeating his name over and over under my breath. I felt my eyes well with tears as I looked at his face. I cupped his cheek. He immediately turned to kiss my palm. The song was nearing its end and I was frightened. I didn’t want to leave him.

“All I ever wanted,” he murmured in my ear as the harp struck its last notes. “Was to hold you close.”

He let me go then and I nearly fell over with the shock of it. He was already on his way back to Selene. I could hardly breathe as the Duke came and took my arm. My eyes stayed on Hal.

“You danced beautifully my dove!” The duke crowed. “Come do it that way with me now. We’ll be the talk of the kingdom.”

“We were so close,” I said in a daze. Hal was smiling somehow, talking to people, milling around as if the earth hadn’t just broken in two.

“What’s that? Hold you closer? I can do that,” babbled the Duke as he led me to the dance floor. Hal, Henry, the king, brought Selene onto the dance floor at the same time. I’d been so close to a fairytale, in fact it was only a few feet away from me.

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[stuffymcstuffsworld]

Don't mess with our dad

The great general Furfur was attacked. Somehow, winding up in the hospital with several cuts, a concussion, 3 broken ribs, his left kneecap broken, and a dislocated jaw. The large demon pouting about whatever had occurred.

A nurse walked in and smiled. "Look, general! Someone sent you a "get" well gift!" Showing him the large boutique of flowers that she arranged in the vase next to his bed. As well as a small card. For a demon like Furfur, who understood the meaning of several plants for research purposes that was anything but a gift.

13 types of flowers hidden away in disguised present. 13 flowers, basically screaming at him the same message. It was actually kinda cute how passive-aggressive the warning in it came.

Yellow carnations, meaning rejection. Columbine stood for foolishness, and the Geranium empathized that by adding folly and stupidity to the mix. Hydrangea showed signs of heartless or frigid affection. The lavender indicates deep signals of mistrust.

Orange Lily screams out hatred with its loud coloration. Marigold showed off grief and jealousy, but considering there were also Yellow Roses added, also implying jealousy and infidelity, he knew which way the message leaned. Then came the Peonies for bashfulness and shame.

The Poppies were a consolation of sorts as the Snapdragons spoke of deception and grace. The Zinnia were absent in affection while the Lotus tried to offer enlightenment and rebirth. Something along the lines of... 'Get lost, you jealous pig. I wouldn't even trust you in the next life.'

On the card, there was the entire misfit class, and several of them were holding a "get" well soon banner. It was rather sweet until he spotted his two trainees holding a sign over their heads. In big bold letters, it said. 'DON'T PICK ON DAD AGAIN!'.

Even that was somewhat amusing... until he remembered how he ended up here in the first place. A shudder rushed down his spine cause a brief grunt to escape as it pasted his ribs. Maybe he should wait a bit before he ever decides to visit again.

**the day before**

It was just an average weekend spent at home. All the kids were over and causing mischief. Balam currently had an energetic Clara on his shoulders whilst Iruma and Lied clung to his legs.

Kamui was sitting with Kerori and Elizabetta currently having tea. Alice and Sabro were fighting again, but they weren't destroying anything, so you chalked that up for a win. Picero was taking a nap on his cloud while Goemon, Allocer, and Jazz seemed to be playing some kind of card game.

Which left Soi, who was currently trying to sneak up on Balam with one of your freshly made flower crowns. You giggled as you watched the two of them playfully participate in a game of now you see me. Every time Balam-San would turn to acknowledge the little demon, he would disappear.

Overall, it was a lovely day. Too bad something had to ruin it. A shadow loomed over you, and you glanced up recognizing your uninvited guest. "Hiya cutie, did ya miss me?" General Furfur.

You gave him a blank stare in return. "What are you doing here?" The disinterest in you tone making the answer to his question very clear. "Aw, don't be so cold. Didn't we have fun last time?" That slick smirk stretching across his face.

"I believe I told you already. I don't waste my time with people who don't raise my interest. You had it, but you lost it just as quickly. It's not my fault if you can't maintain something." You shrug before turning back to watch your kids.

Somehow, Soi had either snuck up a tree without Balam-San noticing or the demon had let the boy think that. Either way, he hung precariously above the gargoyles head, shushing a giggling Clara as he dropped the laurel on top of their dad's head.

Shichirou, for his part, blinked and pretended to be surprised when he reached up to touch his head. "What do you even see in him?" You heard the frustration in his voice, and you stiffened.

"I mean, he's so weird, I heard he constantly carried creepy books around as a student, and he is constantly mumbling strange nonsense. So what's there to even like?" You could feel your nails digging into your flesh, your teeth clenching together like a steel trap.

"And you know even if he is strong, he's more of a pacifist, not very demon like if you ask me." Every word seemed to grate on your skin. How dare he?!? How dare he scoff at your husband/mate/whatever this relationship had escalated to.

Standing up, you were ready to send him flying through the garden wall. Only.... someone beat you to it? Well, more like two demon's cause it seemed Alice and Sabro had heard the red demon trash talking their master.

It seems all of your children had heard to actually as they proceeded to gang up on the large general before he could stand. Kicking punching scratching, you even saw iruma bitting him!! Balam cautiously approached you and wrapped an arm around your waist.

"Are you alright?" He whispers softly in your ear, brushing his woven feathers behind your ear as he does. You glance over to him. Seeing your present still firmly in place wrapped by strong vines around his neck. The pretty stone sort of winking in the light.

Reaching up, you wiped your shocked tears off of your face in surprise. Oh! You hadn't realized you were crying. "Yeah, it's just..." looking back in time to see Clara and Sabro holding a large hammer and smashing it on one of Furfurs legs.

"I'm just so proud!" The tears of shock quickly turning into one's of joy. "Look at my babies fighting to defend you! Oh, where's my camera?!" You quickly grabbed your phone and started taking pictures.

The gargoyle shifted somewhere between nervous but also proud. "Shouldn't we stop them?" You waved off his concern. "It will be fine as long as they don't kill him."

[fortisfilia]

Promised Part 2 - Tom Riddle x reader

Info: This is a rewrite of a story I've posted on my old account years ago. If it sounds familiar, that might be why :)

Summary: In this story, Tom didn't grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader's sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Warnings: Arranged marriage, sickness, bullying

Word count: 1.7k

Masterpost | Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3

Part 2 - Back in Hogwarts

Being back at Hogwarts felt strange. Usually, it was like coming home, where the old stone walls kept you warm even when they were so cold. But this time, having left your sick little sister behind and after practically selling your soul to the devil, you felt as if everyone already knew. Every time someone looked at you, underlying judgement was inherent in their gaze.

How could she do this? How could she agree to marry someone she didn’t love? She probably did it for the money. Or for his reputation. Both perhaps.

No one had said anything to your face yet, but the nasty expressions they wore gave them away. Girls from year five had always greeted you, had looked up to you, trying to impress older students and wanting to be noticed. Now they didn’t look you in the eyes, even though their stares bore holes into the back of your head and when they thought you were out of earshot, they would group up in the hallways and whisper to each other.

Camille Kegley was the only person you trusted enough to talk to. She was your best friend since your first year in Hogwarts and being with her had always been easy. She was a breath of fresh air - humble, fun and a loyal friend. A true Hufflepuff. So you had told her every little detail. How your sister got cursed, that the Gaunts visited, what they offered and what they asked for in return. Camille’s mouth hung open by the end, but she understood.

“I would have done the same thing for my brother,” she said. “I’m so sorry all of this happened though. If I can do anything to help you out, just let me know.”

“Thank you. Really. The only thing I want right now is for everyone to stop looking at me like I murdered someone.”

“You think they know already?”

“‘I’m not sure,” you sighed. “Seems like it.”

“Have you told anybody?”

“Just you. And please. Don’t tell anyone. I don’t want Elsie to be the girl who’s been cursed when she starts school next year and I won’t be here to help her.”

“I won’t. Don’t worry. But how would anyone know it then, by now?”

“I have a feeling the Gaunts want as many people to know as possible. To make it harder for me to back out.”

“You think Tom-”

“No,” you said and shook your head. “It seemed he was even more against it than I was. His grandfather, Marvolo. I think it’s him who’s eager for everyone to know.”

“Wanker,” Camille said.

“Tosser,” you added.

“Merlin’s saggy left bollock,” Camille went one better and you both laughed. “And what about Tom?”

“What about him?”

“Well, if they’re going through with the pact like you said, you’re going to marry him. Do you like him at least? In any way?”

“I… don’t know. I hardly know him. Though he seems to take after his grandfather, unfortunately.”

“Saggy bollock,” Camille whispered.

“I guess I’ll try to get to know him. We’ll have to get along someday after all.”

“Good idea,” Camille nodded. “You should do that.”

“He’s so distant. Cold. I don’t know how to approach him.”

“Oh, that shouldn’t be too hard. He’s just a man. They're all quite similar if we're honest.”

“I’m not sure he’s similar to most men we know, Camille,” you said and she laughed.

“You’ll have to find out, then. Maybe, deep down, he’s quite nice.”

“Maybe.”

Maybe not. Tom acted like nothing had happened for the first week of school. Either Morfin had slipped some Forgetfulness Potion into Tom’s tea, or he actually detested you that much, because it felt as if he didn’t even know who you were. He didn’t greet you in the hallway, hell, he didn’t even glance at you in class. Nothing. How was this supposed to work if he didn’t try at all? It was unfathomable.

The only person who talked normally to you, besides Camille, was Benjamin Hilt, a Gryffindor boy from year six. He was annoying, to put it mildly. Perhaps he just tried to be nice, but it seemed he wanted to know a lot about Tom and you. And, to be fair, you didn’t even know much about Tom and you.

Ben acted like Hogwarts’ very own private investigator, trying to elicit as much information as possible from you. He had you wondering if he was working for the Daily Prophet. 

How did the engagement happen? Weren’t you still too young? Did your parents agree immediately? Was it possible that you didn’t do it willingly? Was it forced? 

“Merlin, Ben!” you shouted. “Stop asking all those questions. What are you trying to get out of this?”

“I don’t know,” he said and scratched the back of his neck. “It’s just so strange, you know. I’ve never seen you two together. Seems off.”

“Well, mind your own business then. Git,” you said and rushed out of the great hall. 

Even though Tom avoided you magnificently, his friends, or rather his followers, seemed very much interested in you. And not in a positive way. They looked you up and down in class, followed you in the hallways and you could only guess what they were mumbling to each other. Certainly not compliments.

Emlyn Avery and Tiernan Lestrange were the worst of them. The two boys were on you all the time. You tried to act as if you didn’t notice, but it got more concerning each day. Every time you looked over your shoulder, those two were standing close. And they smiled so spitefully, it was clear how much they enjoyed freaking you out. Bastards.

It had become a habit not to walk the corridors alone. Camille was with you most of the time and if she couldn’t be there, you followed random groups of people until you found one of your friends. This technique, as humiliating as it was, worked well. Until that one day, when Professor Binns asked you to stay for a moment, after your History Of Magic lesson. Not only did he take ages to get his point across, but made you more nervous each second, when your classmates’ voices faded until you couldn’t hear a single sound from the hallway.

Your heart was beating in your throat when you left the classroom. Of course. Avery and Lestrange had waited for you. With their stupid grins on their faces. They didn’t even act as if they were there for something else.

You pondered where to go. The great hall was always busy and also quite near, so you turned right. They were following you. You heard their footsteps behind you and they were coming closer. 

Whenever you went a little faster, the two of them did too. You thought about running away but didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. 

Eventually, they caught up. Avery walked to your left, Lestrange to your right until they had you cornered.

“What do you want?” you asked and tried your best to control your voice. 

“Just wanted to say hello,” Avery said.

“Hello,” you said and tried to push through them, but they didn’t let you.

“No,” Lestrange smirked. “We’re not done yet.”

“Did Riddle send you?” you asked. “To scare me?”

“Why would he do that? To his future wife.”

“You tell me.”

“We’re here to clear some things up,” Avery said. “That you might not know.”

“And what’s that?” you asked.

“You see, we don’t know how you did it. How your family pulled that trick to make Tom agree to marry you. It can only mean that you’re plotting something. And -”

“Wait, he didn’t tell you?” you asked.

They didn’t answer right away but exchanged an involuntary glance with each other. A sore point. Interesting.

“We know enough, okay?” Avery hissed. “Tom has a great future ahead of him. And I swear, if you get in the way, you’re going to regret it.”

“I’m not -”

“Shut up,” Lestrange interrupted you with his wand close to your face. “I don’t know what you’re after. Money, fame, whatever it is. You might want to think about it again and I’ll have you know it’s not worth it.”

“I don’t care for any of that.”

“Come on, what other reason could you have to pull off something like that?”

There was no way you were telling them about Elsie. Every student would know by next year and she was far too sensitive to handle that. “None of your business.”

“That just proves you’re not trustworthy,” Avery said.

“Because I’m not telling you two my reasons?” you almost laughed. “Give me a break. Why didn’t you ask Tom? Your good friend who confides everything to you.”

Their faces turned red, their embarrassment obvious. Even if everyone knew how much power Riddle had over his friends, they didn’t like to be reminded of it.

“Listen here, you little -” Avery stopped talking when a hand touched his shoulder and pulled him and Lestrange away from you.

Tom stood there, looking at them rigidly. “What are you doing?”

“We’re… Just…”

“Talking to her. Trying to get to know her better,” Avery mumbled.

Tom looked at you for a second, then back at his friends. “Doesn’t seem like you were having a nice chat.”

“Oh it was very nice,” Avery said. “Making friends.”

“Was it a nice chat?” Tom asked you.

You were still so tense from them threatening you and hadn’t expected Tom to talk to you directly after days of silence, so you just stammered, “I… They -”

“Shut up you,” Lestrange took a step in your direction until Tom pressed his wand against Lestrange’s chest.

“Don’t,” Tom said through gritted teeth.

“I wasn’t -”

“I don’t care Tiernan. Let’s go.”

Without another word, the three boys walked away towards the Slytherin common room. You were still glued to the spot when Tom turned around and glanced at you.

Masterpost | Masterlist | Part 3

[ketherite]

Hello! First post on hit site Tumblr!! I offer you an extremely rushed Cypher x Reader! I'm so sorry if he's a bit OOC here. Do note that I originally made this with an OC in mind! Comments will be greatly appreciated. Enjoy :)

(C/N) - Code Name

(Y/N) - Your Name

(C/N) looked at the man right across from them, a mug of tea in hand. His eyes, never peeling away from them— at least that’s what they thought. They couldn’t read much from Cypher’s face because of his pesky little mask covering every identifiable inch of him. The blue lenses only provided them small insight with how frequent his shutters— or eyelids blink. Despite that, they still feel his eyes on them, as if they have his undivided attention.

“So, Cypher, what did you call me here for?” (C/N) asks as they look down into their mug, gently swirling it around to gather the loose leaves in the middle while awaiting his answer.

“What? Is it not normal to want to have a cup of tea with a friend?” He teased as he giggled, holding up his white mug of tea to them. He then lifted his mask up ever-so-slightly to take a sip of his still-hot tea, making (C/N) turn away for the sake of courtesy.

“You gotta warn me before you do that. I don’t wanna accidentally see your face, Amir.” Their voice had a hint of annoyance in it. Cypher was a man of mystery— the man kept his entire identity; from appearance to past a secret for Christ sake! Despite that, it seemed like he had no issue with (C/N) seeing a bit of his face, but he hasn’t told them that yet, which prompts silly situations like this.

“I know, dear. But it’s alright, I know you aren’t telling anyone about what you saw.” He pulled his mask down to hide his smirk. “You and I aren’t so different. We practically think the same! Minus the hidden identity, of course.”

(C/N) sighs at his antics and rolls their eyes. “I suppose we are.”

A moment of silence falls between the two. It doesn’t feel awkward, but it feels like something’s hung up in the air. Like a question that needs an answer.

“(Y/N), there is something I need to tell you.” The once goofy air suddenly turned serious. It wasn’t everyday people called (C/N) by their real name instead of their code name. Whenever their real name is used, they know the topic is gonna be something rather important. They tilted their head to the side, as if questioning the sudden shift in tone.

Silence once again, but this time Cypher’s nervously fidgeting with his mug, looking down into its contents. A sigh escapes him as he looks back up to meet their gaze. Oh their gaze; so piercing. It was as if they were staring into the deepest depths of his soul, digging through the dark matter that lies within to see even a glimpse of his thoughts.

“I thought about it for a while. My past, Nora— everything really. It’s all been so dark, so dreary ever since it all crumbled for me. But you— when you joined, it felt like a breath of fresh air. Everyday, I look forward to seeing you. Our little hangouts have been the highlight of my days recently. Whenever you’re around, I feel like a sailor lost in the raging sea finally seeing the light from the lighthouse. A beacon of hope, if you will—” He cuts himself off with a cough, slightly tilting his hat to hide his embarrassment.

“I may be too old for this word, but I think I might have a crush on you.” He visibly cringes at the word. “Truth be told, I haven’t felt this way since I first met Nora. It’s strange to feel that flutter in my chest once again. Just thought I had to get my feelings out there. Didn’t want them brewing in me for too long.”

Cypher now refused to look at them, opting to look to the side and focus on any piece of furniture or clutter instead of them. (C/N), on the other hand, only gave him a sigh before standing up. ��Maybe it was a bad idea…’ He thought, thinking they were just gonna leave him with no response— a rejection.

He was so lost in thought he didn’t notice that (C/N) was now standing at his side, opposite from where he was looking. One could imagine the surprise he felt when they grabbed his chin to face them, raised his mask just right above his nose, and kissed him.

They kissed him.

…

They kissed him.

It lasted only a second, but to him it felt like eternity. A kiss he so desperately wanted for so long, finally given to him. They only tasted faintly of cardamom and honey, but it tasted like sweet, sweet nectar to him; sweet, addictive, and intoxicating.

They pulled his mask back down and scoffed. “Despite being a genius, you’re a stupid man, Amir. I already knew from the get-go. I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“So, was that a yes?” He said as he looked up at them. If he wasn’t wearing the mask, (C/N) swore he’d have some puppy-eyed look on his face right now.

They crossed their arms over their chest and stuck their tongue out at him, a rare display of immaturity from them. It was cute. “I don’t know, was it?”

Cypher chuckled at their sarcasm. He then stood up and pulled up his mask halfway to give them a kiss, one they gladly returned.

“Eww, gross! can you guys get a room? I’m about to cook lunch here and you guys are literally making out.” A voice from behind the two interrupted them. It was Jett, and it seemed like she had brought Phoenix and Neon with her. Cypher immediately broke the kiss to quickly pull his mask over followed by (C/N) hiding their blushing face from the group.

Knowing the group, they’ll probably never hear the end of it. They’ll most likely spread it around the Protocol, but for the first time, it didn’t even matter to Cypher. He’s just happy they feel the same, happy that he finally has what he’s wanted for so long.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for asking my friend for some kind of financial recompense for helping her move?

My friend (25f) and I (22x) met at college about 6 months ago. We hung out after classes, occasionally saw each other on weekends, especially with a 3rd friend of ours from class, every now and then.

She is in the US on a student visa and ever since I got to know her well she has been asking for advice and support with trying to stay in the US. I did the best I could by offering guidance and asking other people for guidance for her, drove her to a job interview that was an hour away, and asking my roommates if she could stay with us for a few days during one instance of panic where she thought she would be homeless and then ended up not needing it-- generally a lot of sticking my neck out for her.

In return, she has tried to be a good friend too but honestly isn't aware of my needs and she's going through so much that she hasn't exactly been a resource for me.

This last Friday I had an incredibly exhausting day at work, but we had made tenative plans to see each other so I made it to her house around 9pm and found her in the midst of packing to go back to her home country. I hung out and helped her pack until midnight, and then I was going to leave to crash at a friend's place nearby but she asked me to sleep over there instead so I dragged my camping stuff out of the car since she had already sold her bed and furniture.

In the morning I felt awkward leaving while she clearly wasn't going to be able to pack everything without help, so I agreed to help her pack more but told her I wanted to leave around noon since I needed to get home and there were other things I wanted to do and people I wanted to see this weeekend.

I ended up helping her until around 1:30, when I expressed that I wanted to go (we had eaten breakfast earlier but now I was hungry.) She then said that she really wanted a ride to her workplace (a milk tea place) to pick up a jacket she left there and that she would make me boba. I agreed and mentioned that we could get lunch or something too.

There was an absurd amount of traffic, and after half an hour we ended up stopping at the beach because I was tired of driving and needed food and a break. Only, when I suggested we go to a sandwich place I like nearby, she started talking about how she only eats 1 meal per day and wasn't hungry, and we didn't end up going. Throughout this, I was getting crankier and suggested a few times that her sister (who was driving to meet her to help her move) meet us to pick her up so I could leave. She refused to even ask, saying her sister wasn't the type to like to change plans. We ended up getting back to her house around 5:30.

Her sister (~35f) showed up in a Tesla with her husband and was polite but a little cold to me, and I said goodbye and went to use the bathroom before leaving. When I came out they asked me if I would be willing to drive some boxes an hour away (not in the direction of my house) for them since they couldn't fit everything in the car.

I said no for obvious reasons, and then they asked me if I could take the boxes to a goodwill dropoff center nearby. I didn't understand why they hadn't thought ahead and just taken 2 trips with the extra boxes, but at this point their car was already packed and my day was already basically gone so I said fine, drove her there, with the sister following, and left after unloading the stuff.

In the car I explained that I was a little upset because I had wanted to leave much earlier and I hadn't eaten. My friend apologized but then I ended up reassuring her a little and she didn't offer to make it up in any way-- I'm not sure what I expected.

I am used to, when helping people move, being given food or something to compensate me for free labor, even if it is for a friend. I'm not used to giving up 5 extra hours from my day for nothing but an apology. I don't think she did it on purpose, and honestly am more pissed at her sister for expecting me to continue to help instead of figuring it out herself, since they're family and my friend was clearly in over her head, but I'm not sure what to do.

WIBTA for asking for money to compensate me for my time and effort? If not,how much is reasonable? This all happened yesterday and I'm just going to forget about it but honestly I'm not really inspired to keep in touch after this unless she makes it up to me somehow. AITA for even thinking this? I don't think I'm the AH in this situation but idk if it's salvageable.

What are these acronyms?

[drsteggy]

Work in Progress Wednesday

So this isn’t REALLY a WIP, it was more an exercise in writing a scene from a different perspective. This is a later scene from Farore, but from Impa’s perspective. I guess it is technically a little spoilery but whatever. I wanted to share something today so here it is

Impa does not think she will ever really get used to the cold of the Hebra region. The clouded sky seems to close in on the party making its way north, and the entire camp is in a tight circle around the fire. She clutches a tin cup of tea, enjoying the heat of the brew in her hands. The fire dances and pops, drawing her in.

And then Link is next to her. He pulls his wool cloak close to his throat.

“Hey I didn’t see much of you today, how did the ride go?” He fiddles with his gloves, not looking at her yet. He clearly has something on his mind, but he is going to need to come around to things on his own.

“Pretty well. The horse they have me on has a mind of his own, though, and ignores me.”

He turns to her, always ready to talk about horses. “I can teach you some things to get around that. Might be useful if he decides to bolt someday.”

She lets him ramble a bit, watching him relax as he goes on about leg and seat, nodding as he offers advice. When he is done, he turns back to the fire and straightens up.

Here it comes, she thinks. The real reason he came over here.

“Impa.. do you sleep, ever?”

******

She arrives at his tent an hour later. He greets her with a smile and a remarkably tense posture. “You’re sure this is okay?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

She wonders if he gets this wound up every time he has a sleepover with someone.

“Of course.” She smiles, keeping her voice open and friendly. “You do still want me to stay?”

He meets her eyes. She notes the clench of his jaw and the quickness of his breath. Finally, he gives a sharp nod. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

“Great, let’s get settled.”

Link’s tent is really just meant for one. Impa crawls in and wraps herself in the blanket she brought with her. She pats the space next to her, inviting him in.

“Snug. It’s going to be cozy, but there’s room.”

He hesitates and for a moment she thinks he might call things off. Then he joins her, settling in inches from her. She can smell the horse on him, and a note of sweat.

“I’m not trying to do anything improper.” He says, his voice soft.

“I know. I trust you.” She assures him. “You’re not my type anyway.”

“What?” He sounds a little surprised.

She laughs. “Has no one ever said that to you before? I’m not attracted to you. I like women.”

“Oh.”

She laughs again. “That can't be a new idea for you, you were in Gerudo how long? I know that guard -Tasako? you were involved with…”

He squirms. “Has a female partner, yes, we are acquainted. They got married.”

“Why don’t you try and get some sleep? You might feel more comfortable with your back against mine.”

She rolls to her other side, resting her head on her arm. She can feel his breath on the back of her neck before he shifts and leans his back against hers. Hopefully he will sleep peacefully tonight.

“I kissed a man once.” His voice floats out of the darkness. “Like, a real kiss.”

Impa feels a small blossom of surprise, but keeps herself still. “Is this something you want to talk about?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. It’s something to talk about and it isn’t all, you know.”

So he can’t sleep, or he isn’t ready to. “If you want to tell me, I’d like to hear.”

“I only ever told Tasako before.” His words come slowly, as though he is now weighing them. “I mean, I was just trying everything when I first got to Castletown. I’d never been on my own like that.”

“He was in my cohort. His name was Shad. We hung out a lot and did dumb teenager stuff. Like we used to take horses and race and jump over stupid things.” She can hear the smile in his voice now. So this is a good memory.

When Link had first taken the sword, she had found a Shad, who had reportedly been his friend. That man had been very closed lipped, though, refusing to say more than he’d been acquainted but hadn’t so much as thought about Link in years. Impa had given up, thinking it a dead end.

This has to be the same guy. “The stable master never caught you?”

“Oh, he caught us,” Link chuckles. “Yeah, we cleaned a lot of stalls over that.”

Link continues on, telling a story about a summer friendship that had sparks. He spins it slowly, but if he takes his time because he is remembering something with fondness or there’s a different reason, she can’t quite tell.

“We went swimming one day and it just turned into being rowdy and wrestling and stuff and then he stopped and asked if he could tell me something and I just said sure.”

“What did he tell you?”

“He said he really wanted to kiss me.”

“And…?” Even Impa can hear the anticipation in her voice. She hopes he kissed Shad. She hopes he did it a lot.

Link shrugs against her back. “I had kissed a few girls and I really liked that. A lot. So I said ok.”

“You’re killing me. Was it good? Did you like it?”

Link huffs. “It was his first kiss, I’m pretty sure, so it was just okay. I did like it.”

“What happened to Shad?”

“I don’t know, we were pretty young, we drifted when summer ended.” He pauses, sighing before continuing on. “Training got more intense. He started to hang out with others. I got involved with a woman who saw me as a toy though I didn’t understand that then. I went to Gerudo, I ended up here.”

They are both quiet. Impa is still learning the edges and depths to Link, and tonight she feels she might be in a little further than he intended. His stillness feels unsettled. Maybe ashamed.

He shouldn’t feel that way about that story.

“Link? It’s okay if you decided it wasn’t for you. It’s okay if you liked it. It’s okay if you’re still not sure how you feel.”

He doesn’t answer her but presses his back against hers more firmly.

He does finally slip off to sleep. She keeps a quiet watch, meditating on the day and what’s ahead.

When he bolts up with a strangled sound in his throat, she turns and throws an arm across his chest. His heart gallops in his chest as she whispers to him that’s it’s okay, everything is okay. He slumps back to his bedding and she moves her hand to his shoulder.

“That was something,” she whispers. “Is that every night?”

He shakes his head “Just recently,” he crosses his arms. “It’s not even anything specific. It’s just...it’s like just feelings. There’s no images or action, it isn’t really a dream.

“I think they come from outside of me.”

“A message, maybe.”

“Something like that.”

They lay together, silent, Impa running her thumb back and forth over his shoulder. She will do this as long as he needs her to. Eventually the tension in his body melts away and he settles into her.

“Impa, thank you for staying with me. This is definitely better.”

“You’re welcome.”

[stripedwolf88]

*sigh* alright. I'm gonna vent about this for hopefully the last time but knowing me it probably won't be. That's fine. We must allow emotions to flow like the river but remember to let them go. I get there eventually.

Don't get distracted dude! Okay my peoples I'm going to "share the tea" as the kids say on that girl that has made me spiral this past week? Week and a half? I don't know what time is anymore honestly.

So...this girl is someone I met at work in October of this past year. We'll call her N okay so that it doesn't get confusing later. Anyway N and I hit it off pretty quickly and that's something for me because I'm pretty socially awkward and I find connecting with people in new settings difficult (who doesn't am I right?) We eventually started texting outside of work which then turned into hanging out together. I will admit I developed a minor crush on her even though I knew pretty early on that she had a partner called H. I have a tendency to "catch feelings" for people who are unavailable mainly straight girls. The reason for this is probably because I know that I'm not ready for a romantic relationship right now and having a crush on someone that you know can't return your feelings is safe and kind of fun? No harm no foul right?

Anyway I just decided to feel my feelings with no outward action that would be disrespectful to their relationship. I will say I gave N quite a few compliments but they fell within platonic bounds like "oh I like how you did your make up today" or "it's funny how you react to certain things" ect. And in no way was I ever physically close in any way because the hell if I am ever going to ever make someone uncomfortable with physical touch like I have in the past.

During our talks, N would sometimes complain about her partner being controlling. Telling her what to wear, getting mad at her for going out alone, getting irritated by who she was hanging out with. Mind you N's partner, H, is in California while we are here in AZ. I don't like H for treating N this way but I know it's not my place to talk crap about her partner. Just listen and sometimes offer support of my friend right? I've butted in where I shouldn't have in the past and it's gotten me into trouble.

So randomly one day H, the partner, adds me on snap when we had already had each other's phone number because N wanted to invite me into the dnd sessions. It didn't work out but I still kept the phone number just in case of whatever ya know?

I told N about H adding me and N tells me about how H got upset when she found that I was gay and that me and N had hung out in her dorm together. N explained to her that I was just a friend and that technically her roommate was technically also there just separated by a wall. (We were in like the living room area of her dorm while the roommate was in the actual bed room on a zoom) We literally just watched a movie and talked for a while about random stuff. Now N had already mentioned that I was gay to H prior to this little fight they had but apparently H forgot or something? At least that's what N told me.

Okay skip forward to a hangout at the nearby mall in which N tells me that H "trusts me" around N. It rubbed me the wrong way because of the other behaviors I listed above. We hangout and I swear N is basically on her phone throughout our outing texting H updates. And normally I would get it but it was incessant. Not every hour. No it was like every 15 minutes she felt the need to be texting her. I got a bit upset. I mean we're trying to hangout anf her being on her phone is making me feel ignored and disrespected. I brush it off saying I'm just being overly sensitive.

Skip to the past couple weeks I get not only a text message but also a Snapchat message from H. I respond cautiously because we haven't ever really spoken to each other prior to this. H cuts right to the chase and tells me she would appreciate that I not hang out with N alone anymore but hopes that this won't affect our friendship. 1. I am uncomfortable at this essential stranger telling me this 2. I am confused as to why I am not hearing this from N who is my friend and should be able to make this boundary with me 3. I begin to think that H is speaking to me without N knowing and essentially telling me to back off.

It takes me a long while to react and what I end up doing is screen shooting the message H sent me and sending it in a group chat that includes N, H, and me. I also write a message that just says " I believe in honesty and transparency" and I'm basically asking where this is coming from still thinking N doesn't know that H has texted me.

I come to find out that N did know that H was going to text me about this. H makes a comment that says "it's interesting that you thought we hadn't talked about this and that N didn't already know." I am immediately hurt at the idea that may not have felt comfortable to tell me this info on her own and angry at being "asked" to do something from a stranger. I convey my hurt and confusion. It turns kind of ugly fast in which H accuses me of butting in to their relationship by making the group chat when I was just trying to have everyone be on the same page and foster more open communication. I try to convey that it wasn't cool that N did not tell me about this change herself and how I would have respected it. They both don't seem to get why I'm upset. I at one point say how weird it is to hear this kind of thing from a stranger and N thinks I'm being disrespectful by calling H that. But that is simply what they are to me because I have never really spoken to H and gotten to know them. N basically ends up saying "I understand that you feel hurt and I had hoped this wouldn't affect our friendship but I understand if you don't want to be friends anymore."

Which to me seems like she thought that I might get mad. And that she is already kind of okay with us not being friends.

I had made comments to defend myself on why I made the group chat basically saying I don't know how well they communicate since I have been told of problems in the past from N. Which I think probably made H a little mad and N uncomfortable.

It ends with N just saying again they understand that I'm hurt but they never meant to make me feel as though I was not of value to them. I responded the next day saying that I needed some space from texting and hanging out outside of work but that I would remain civil at work until further notice.

I kind of gave myself an out because I don't really know how much I'm willing to invest in this friendship. And if I'm willing to try and sort through this drama. N's actions aren't really lining up with what she's saying by claiming that she values me when she has made me feel like this before.

I totally understand that H is insecure especially with things being long distance between them but for them to text me like that felt disrespectful to me. Had it come from N it would have been different. It would have been a frI end asking to make this adjustment because they are doing it out of respect for their partner and the health of their relationship. But no this seems to me based on the info I gathered from our convo and previous convos that this was mainly H's idea and that N just went along with it. And it would be another example of H being controlling.

I was and am hurt and feel like I got slapped in the face by this whole situation. I will say that N reassured me that there was nothing on my part that was causing this change. Which I'm gald because I would be disgusted with myself if I had done anything to make her feel uncomfortable.

I've recently come to the conclusion that I may just distance myself and say we can only really talk at work. I don't want to give myself the opportunity to say something I will regret but also the opportunity for me to get hurt like this again.

I would like to hear your guys' thoughts? Was I wrong to respond the way I did to that message? Should I try to repair this friendship or just let it go?

Woof. Sorry that was a lot. If you made it this far, thank you for reading and letting me vent.

[wizardfrog69]

'•.¸♡tulip tree♡¸.•'

Kunikida x reader

Angst-ish/comfort-ish/fluff-ish

Warning! Abuse, threats, physical abuse (hitting someone)

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Fifty-six days had passed since you first joined the armed detective agency, and for fifty-six days, you had been in love with Kunikida. In any normal circumstance, you would confess your love, but unfortunately, you already found yourself in love with someone else. Kunikida knew of your partner. That is why he never even dared to think about you romanticly. Well, at least the tried not to think of you in such ways. It was hard, but he tried nonetheless.

Your friendship grew over time, you would constantly confide in each other, talking about your day, going out for drinks, you would even go as far as telling Kunikida about your partner and how they treated you. Your relationship with your partner was private, and you did not want to talk to anyone about it, fearing of the judgment of others and what your partner would do if they found out.

Kunikida was in his study, writing in his notebook about his day when he heard a knock on the front door. It was raining outside, so Kunikida tried hurrying to the door. When the door opened, the loud sound of rain hitting the concrete outside the building interrupted Kunikida's thoughts. In front of him, you stood there, cold, scared, tired of everything. 'Come in.' Kunikida spoke, and you walked in. It was not the first time you found yourself in Kunikida's house, but this time, it was different. 'What's the matter?' The sound of the rain quiet down, and the sound of your heart began becoming louder and lounder within your chest.

'Is everything okay?' You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you quickly moved away. You were face to face with Kunikida. The only thing you felt like doing was crying. You leaned yourself on Kunikida and began crying. Understandably, Kunikida was confused. He began to rub your back in order to calm you down. You felt Kunikida slowly moving with you to a place where you two could sit.

Once you calmed down, you started saying what was happening. 'I finally broke up with them, but they didn't like that and threatened me, hit me and everything!' You cried. Your partner always treated you poorly, abusing you any chance theu got, hitting you, screaming at, it was a nightmare, you got tired of it all and managed to break up with them, but it was not easy, they shouted at you, telling you how you are worthless and will never be loved, they kicked and hit you, you could do nothing bit cry and eventually manage to run away.

Sometime had passed, and you stayed sitting there, drenched from the rain and tears, and now Kunikida was as well. Kunikida had listened to your every world, patiently sitting there, waiting until you would calm down. Once you stopped crying, he offered you to change your clothes into something more dry.

You both had changed your clothes into something of Kunikida's, Kunikida's clothes hung loosely around you. A cup of tea was placed in front of you. You were sitting at the table holding a newspaper, reading up on the events that happened during the previous days.

Kunikida always respected you and would never do something you were uncomfortable with, wanting you to feel happy and safe around him, so when you came to him sobbing and crying, Kunikida did not know what to do, especially when you ended up wearing his clothes, wanting to cuddle with him throughout the night to feel better. It was nice, laying there, but this was not what his ideals said, yes they say to help any one in need and told help out his friends, but nowhere does it say that he could sleep with his friends, he wants to help you. At the end of the day helping you is all that matters, isn't it?

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Sorry, this is one big mess.

I had an idea going in and it got lost on the way ig cuz wtf is that, it's all over the place and makes no sense.

Have a wonderful day/night and sleep well :)

-love, Az

[purrincess-chat]

Call It What You Want CH 2 (Era's Fest (Love-Square Version) (Final)

It's New Years Day!! (iykyk) Here is chapter 2 of my fic for @theerasfestlovesquareversion As a reminder warning for those that maybe want to skip it, there is a mild sex scene toward the middle of this chapter. I've marked it on AO3, but if you prefer reading on tumblr, it begins around the time that Adrien says he needs a distraction and is over at the next *** break. It's very short and T rated for sure, but if that's not your cup of tea, totally fine.

Anywho, I hope you all had a good New Year! Please check out and support the other works from the Era's Fest and show them some love. I'll see you all again sometime in the near future hopefully with something new. ;)

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Chapter 2

Marinette led the way to a quiet apartment across town, and Adrien quirked an eyebrow as she fit a key in the lock of apartment 613. He followed her in as she flicked on the light and hung her keys on a tiny hook. Seeing his bewildered expression, she flashed him an apologetic smile.

“My grandma rented it for me as a birthday gift. She thought I was graduating university this year. My parents refused to let me live here, but she already signed all the contracts.” Marinette shrugged. “It’s small, but no one should find us here.”

“You mean, you’ve had an apartment since your birthday, but we’ve been putting up with Felix interrupting us at my house for months?” Adrien placed his hands on his hips.

“Well, it’s kind of out of the way. Besides, you only ever get frisky when we’re alone in your room.” She brushed his nose with her fingertip, and his heart skipped a beat. “Make yourself comfortable. I think my grandma has some tea in one of the cabinets.”

Adrien settled on the small pink couch while Marinette rummaged through the kitchen. The entire apartment was one room, but it had everything she needed. A kitchen, a small sitting area, a bed tucked in the corner. The empty walls lacked Marinette’s signature decorative charm, but even still, Adrien felt at ease there. It was just the two of them. No cameras, no microphones, no questions. Safe. It was safe.

“It’s all so strange,” he said. “I’ve never had to be on the run before. When you spend your childhood being marketed to make people like you, it’s terrifying when they don’t anymore. It’s a long fall off the pedestal.”

“It’s not fair. You shouldn’t be blamed for the actions of someone else. I mean, you were fighting against him every day, for crying out loud,” Marinette said around the clanking of glasses as she dug through a cabinet.

“Yeah, but it’s not like we can tell people that.” Adrien sighed.  

“Well, for what it’s worth, I don’t hate you.” Marinette peeked over the counter to offer him a smile.

Adrien leaned against his fist on the arm of the couch. “My reputation’s never been worse, so you must like me for me. I just wish the rest of the world could see what you do.”

“Well, I can’t make you any promises, but I can make you a drink.” She held up two glasses and a bottle of white wine. “Looks like my nonna strikes again. We really should get her memory evaluated.”

“A drink sounds nice right about now.” Adrien stood up. “Although, last time we drank you made fun of the way I say m’lady.”

“Oh, come on, you should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk.” She giggled as she poured. “It just means I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Adrien rolled his eyes and took a glass. “If you weren’t so cute, I’d have been offended, but your impression of me is adorable.”

Marinette mimicked one of his theatrical bows, looking up at him with a smirk. “Why thank you-”

“Don’t.” Adrien sighed.

“M’lady,” she purred.

Adrien took a sip of wine, shooting her a playful glare over his glass. “Bold talk coming from Miraculous Ladybug herself.” Adrien mimicked her transformation stance. “Lucky charm!”

“At least I didn’t come up with my own theme music.” Marinette shot back. She brushed past him, taking a sip of her own glass and heading for the balcony.

Adrien followed, pressing a playful kiss to her cheek before leaning against the railing. It was late, and the city was asleep, the calm a direct contrast to the storm waiting for him back home. It was in the silence that Adrien realized just how impulsive and rash it was to leave without telling anyone, but what else was he supposed to do? He just wanted to put an end to all the endings, but he knew he couldn’t run forever.

Marinette seemed to notice his change in mood and linked her arm through his, resting her head on his shoulder. At least he did one thing right. Even if it was just for a little while, being with her mended his broken bones. She didn’t need fancy stuff, and truthfully, neither did he. Out on the balcony with the girl of his dreams and a cheap bottle of wine — it was enough.

“What would you do,” he asked, swirling his glass thoughtfully. “What would you do if…if my whole world ended down tomorrow?”

Marinette turned to face him, eyebrows knitting together. “Adrien, it will all work ou-”

“Just, answer the question. Please?” He cupped her face. “If the world never forgives me for what my father did…if my ship sinks completely, what would you do?”

She squared her shoulders, taking a deep breath. “I’d ask you to dance with me.” When Adrien’s eyebrows raised at her reply, she continued, “I’d kiss you as the lights went out, swaying as the room burned down. I’d hold you as the water rushes in. I’ll be there if you’re the toast of the town, or if you strike out and you’re crawling home.”

Adrien had never loved her more than that moment when her earnest, ocean blue eyes were looking in his. His heart fluttered, and he felt like he might sink and drown and die. How could he help himself when she said such beautiful things to him? He leaned down to kiss her, lacing his fingers in her hair. Everyone thought they knew Adrien Agreste, but they knew nothing about his true character. No one bothered to look behind the curtain, preferring to spin whatever narrative they found suitable, but the girl in his arms had seen every side of him. He was hers to keep, and more frighteningly, he was hers to lose. The truth of the matter was he didn’t know what would happen when he went back home. Would he go to London? Would the public put down their pitchforks and proof? He didn’t want to think about it.

He pressed his forehead to Marinette’s with a sigh. “I need a distraction.”

“What kind of distraction?” Marinette asked.

“Any kind. I just…don’t want to think right now.”

“Mmm.” Marinette took a sip from her glass. “Well, as you pointed out when we came in, we do have the place to ourselves, and you conveniently omitted how I made up for making fun of you last time we got drunk.”

“Me-ow, m’lady. You whisked me away in the dead of night and brought me to a secluded apartment. Now, you’re getting me drunk, so you can lure me to bed.” Adrien smirked, holding up his wine. “What kind of cat do you take me for?”

“Oh, well, if you’re not in the mood, I guess I can go back inside and-” Adrien caught her waist as she turned to leave, pulling her back in. “You know, I only made this dress, so you could take it off.”

Adrien’s heart jumped up to his throat, and he took a big gulp of wine to wash it back down.

She smirked behind her glass. “What was it you said earlier? ‘It was going to be a graduation gift, but now’s as good a time as ever’?”

She ran a hand up his chest, sending a shiver down his spine. God, he loved her. She tugged his collar gently, pulling him back into the apartment. His lips found hers, hands moving down her arms and over her hips as they clumsily stumbled over to the bed. Hands shaking with anticipation, he fumbled with the zipper on her dress while her tongue danced around his own. Finally finding his grip, he tugged it down, pulling at the fabric until the dress fell to her ankles. She didn’t waste time unbuckling his belt, and Adrien kicked off his pants as they fell into bed.

Heart pounding, he kissed her neck as she straddled him and lifted his shirt, only pausing to pull it over his head. It was far from their first time, but every time with her felt like the first. The excitement, the anticipation, the warmth of her bare skin against his own. The taste of her lips was Adrien’s idea of luxury. No amount of money in the world could take him quite where she did. She was everything he’d waited for growing up, the one he trusted more than anyone: The queen of his heart, body, and soul.

“Marinette,” he sighed her name like a prayer as she kissed his jaw, running her hands down his abs to tease the rim of his underwear.

She pulled back, flicking her gaze down with a smirk. “Ladybug boxers? I didn’t realize you were such a fan.”

“What can I say? She really has my heart.” Adrien winked.

Marinette met his gaze again, eyes sparkling and warm. Her lips curled into a smirk as she pushed him onto his back, pinning his hands to the mattress, and he gazed up in awe of her beauty. The apartment might be small, but with dark fair falling loose around her shoulders, Marinette was a mansion with a view. His heart pounded as she unclasped her bra and tossed it on the floor, freeing his hands to worship her bare breasts and thighs. The Ladybug boxers and Marinette’s frilly underwear followed suit, and all the pieces fell right into place.

It was enough, for the moment, the softness of her skin, the taste of her lips. Their shaking hands twined, hips moving in perfect sync, turning her bed into a sacred oasis in the middle of a drought. For a few minutes, Adrien’s deepest blues were painted golden, and all he saw was her. She was all he wanted, and no matter what lied ahead of them, he’d never let her go.

***

“The world moves on another day, another drama, but for the people of Paris, all they think about is karma. Gabriel Agreste, former head of the Gabriel fashion brand and the supervillain Hawkmoth, was found guilty after only one day of his scheduled three day hearing. Agreste confessed on the stand to his role as Paris’s supervillain Hawkmoth and was sentenced to life without parole-”

Adrien clicked off the TV, leaning back in bed with a sigh. Marinette slept peacefully beside him in the shirt he’d been wearing the night before. Part of him wanted to curl up beside her and sleep forever, but the morning light trickling in from the windows was a reminder that time marched on. His problems wouldn’t disappear overnight, and the storm was still raging on.

He’d left his phone at home on purpose, so no one could find him. His aunt was probably beside herself with worry, but if Adrien was going to run away from the noise, he wanted to do it on his terms. He could apologize later, but as the birds chirped and the cacophony of traffic sounded below, he knew he’d have to face the world eventually. No one could run forever.

For the better part of his childhood, Adrien had been locked away and hidden from the world. He wasn’t keen on returning to that arrangement, especially not after spending so many years in the sun. Not after meeting his friends and the girl of his dreams. He was tired of running. Sometimes it was better to turn around and face challenges head-on. To strike like a snake hunting its prey. The public all had their receipts and reasons to hate him because of what his father did, but Felix was right. Adrien’s friends would always have his back, no matter what. The right people knew the truth, and that was all he needed. So, they could light him up for all he cared. He had everything he needed.

Marinette’s phone was on the kitchen counter, and Adrien slipped out of bed to retrieve it. He swiped in her passcode — their anniversary — and scrolled through her contacts. With another glance back at Marinette sound asleep, Adrien slipped out onto the balcony, closing the door behind him. Nadja Chamack answered on the third ring.

“Nadja, it’s Adrien Agreste. I’m ready to talk.”

***

An hour later they were dressed and in a taxi headed up town. Marinette squeezed his hand three times, her eyes seeming to ask if he was sure about this. He could tell it was going to be a long road, but he had hope that it would be worth it in the end. Running felt wrong. He was still a hero, even if no one but Marinette knew. Fighting the bad guys was his job, and whether Adrien ran or stood his ground, people were going to talk. He might as well speak his truth and go out on his terms.

When they pulled up to the news station, Adrien’s heart dropped to his feet. Standing just inside the lobby was Aunt Amelie, arms crossed. They locked eyes, but Adrien stood his ground, holding tight to Marinette’s hand. He was sure of this, and he’d do everything he could to convince her. She seemed to realize his resolve because after a moment, she lowered her gaze with a nod.

“I’d ask where you’ve been, but I’m just glad you’re safe,” she said.

“I can’t go to London,” Adrien said.

Aunt Amelie offered him a weak smile. “I know. I didn’t come here to make you.” Adrien’s eyebrows raised, and she continued, “I only wanted to protect you. You’ve been through enough already, but I can’t protect you forever. If this is what you feel is right, then I’ll stand by your decision.”

Adrien pulled her into a crushing hug, leaning his head against hers, and she squeezed him just as tightly. He couldn’t fault her for wanting to shield him from the public outrage. She’d stepped in when every other adult in his family had failed him and taken him in as if he were her own son. He understood her actions, but having her approval meant the world.

“Thank you, Aunt Amelie. For everything,” he said.

“I’ll always be here for you, no matter what happens.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek, wiping a tear before it could spill over.

“Me as well.” Marinette stepped forward to place a hand on his back. “Good or bad, we’ll be right here.”

“M. Agreste? Your dressing room is ready,” the receptionist said.

“Go. You’ve got this.” Marinette nudged him on. “See you after, okay?”

Adrien took a deep breath and squared his shoulders before following the security. His father had taken a lot of things from him over the course of his life. His freedom, his image, his agency. But as the elevator doors closed, Adrien felt a surge of calm wash over him. Gabriel Agreste had no power over him anymore, and he never would again. Healing would take time, but no matter how harsh the fallout became, Adrien was done running. This time he would stand and fight, and he was taking his reputation back with him.

***

In the months following Gabriel’s conviction and Adrien’s interview with Nadja, Adrien and Marinette had taken to keeping to themselves. The disgruntled masses had dwindled over time as his father’s trial became old news, and Adrien could finally breathe a bit of fresh air.  Upon graduating, Marinette moved into the mansion with Adrien and his family while she attended university. Adrien was taking a gap year to figure out what he wanted and mostly just enjoying his freedom. Nobody had heard from him for months, but he was doing better than he ever was. Occasionally, he’d hear an insult or two on the street, but with the girl of his dreams walking with her head down beside him, the insults just rolled right off. They could call him what they wanted to. He had everything he needed by his side.

On New Year’s Eve, Adrien and Marinette hosted a party for all of their real friends who stuck by them, locking the gates to the rest of the world who didn’t. Bass beats rattled the chandelier in the dining room, everyone swimming in a champagne sea as midnight approached. Even Felix had come out of his hovel to socialize. Things weren’t perfect, but they were as good as Adrien could have hoped.

“Pre-countdown shots for everyone,” Alya said, presenting a tray of shot glasses. “You especially haven’t had nearly enough to drink, Adrien.”

“I’m trying to stay in the moment,” Adrien said.

“Well, this moment is taking a shot.” Nino placed a glass in his hand.

“Okay.” Adrien chuckled. “But let me propose a toast first.”

“Fine, make it quick.” Alya rolled her eyes.

“Here’s a toast to my real friends who didn’t care about the he-said-she-said earlier this year.” He wrapped an arm around Marinette’s waist and pulled her closer. “And here’s to my lady for never reading what they call me. And here’s to my aunt, who had to listen to all the drama. And, lastly, here’s to my father…because forgiveness is a nice thing to-” Adrien trailed off with a laugh. “Sorry, I can’t say it with a straight face, but seriously, here’s to you guys!”

“Cheers!” His friends all clinked their glasses together.

“Alright, 1, 2, 3, let’s go bitches! Happy New Year!” Alya shouted, and they all tossed their shots back.

Adrien winced against the burn, but the tingly buzz that followed was nice. He kept hold of Marinette’s hand as their friends moved back to the dance floor for the countdown, pulling her instead out to the foyer.

“Ya know, it might be the alcohol talking, but you’ve never looked more gorgeous,” he said.

Marinette smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and stretching up to kiss him. “You’ve barely even had anything tonight. That’s the first shot you’ve taken.”

“Must be you then.” He nuzzled her cheek, then more soberly added, “I’m just feeling a bit…reflective of everything. I want to remember everyone who stood by me when my world was falling apart. To hold onto the memories. To hold onto you.”

“Adrien.” Marinette cupped his face, and he leaned into her touch.

“Just promise me that you’ll never become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere,” he murmured.

“Of course, I won’t,” Marinette said. “I’ll always stay even when you’re lost, or I’m scared, or you’re turning away. I want your midnights, your Sunday mornings, your Wednesday afternoons. I’ll be here tonight cleaning up bottles with you after everyone goes home. It will always be you and me against the world.”

Adrien touched his forehead to hers, unable to contain his smile as the chants from their friends grew louder.

“10, 9, 8…”

“I love you,” Adrien whispered.

“5, 4, 3…”

“I love you too.” Marinette stretched up until their lips brushed. “Happy New Year, Adrien.”

He closed the distance between their lips, savoring every aspect of that moment. The chorus of cheers from their friends in the other room, the pillowy softness of her lips, the taste of champagne on her breath, even the glitter sparkling on the floor when he pulled her into his arms. For a long time the mansion had felt more like a prison than a home, but after the storms had past, new life had been breathed into every aspect of his life. On his darkest nights, she was always there building fires just to keep him warm, and the towering walls that had once caged him in were now full of warmth and togetherness.  It was a new year, a new life, and although the path forward was uncertain, he knew the people around him would always be there for him. And as for the public’s opinions on his family’s reputation, well, they could call it what they wanted to. He had everything he needed, and they were enough.

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More about 'where the boy gets the guy' and 'sakura notes' please!!

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WHERE THE BOY GETS THE GUY

literally the only info i have written down on this is that it's an alternative universe, it's NorthSonic, it's set in college, North is a popular gay jock, and Sonic is the stereotype breaking Cheerleader wearing skirts and hating on jocks, the only stereotype he isn't breaking is being a cheerleader that's dating a jock, but who can blame him for falling for north?? have you SEEN his arms?? and he makes him laugh.

SAKURA NOTES

is actually two works that are basically the same story but one I've actually thought out and discussed with @ohanny , the other (the one I'll talk about here) is just Inspired by what we talked of together but mainly pieced together by me and major plots were my idea

it's a Canon Compliant to the end of Season One of Pitbabe, It starts where the last episode left off.

Both works are about Kenta visiting Japan after everything happened, to go on a journey of self finding and getting healthy and stuff like that.

In this work kenta obviously doesn't end up in Jail, With the Help of Pete he gets out of any legal issues, Kenta was taken under the wing by the X-Hunter team and was taken care of for a bit, he helped with some Accounting stuff for Alan. Kenta, Babe, Charlie and Jeff got to work and help out the Special kids that were still at the foundation and find Kids that were already adopted and help them back to safety and into an actual SAFE Adoption Centre and everything is Monitored by them closely.

Basically Kenta throws himself back into work, trying to make up for all his mistakes and everything that he was part of that he's not proud of. He wants to prove that he's a good person and that he doesn't want to disappoint the others again.

All the work obviously leads to a burnout, Kenta is still majorly Traumatised and needs time to actually recover

therefore the team (majorly kim and pete) decide that kenta needs to get back into the real world and figure out who he really is without Tony and the Chen foundation.

Kim suggests Kenta should go back to his roots for a little vacation to Japan, and quickly offers to go with him (because he's the one closest with kenta rn) so he doesn't have to go alone.

Kenta eventually agrees after being a little MEH about the idea, but after a good breakdown he decides he actually does need a break, and if the pretty boy he has a silly crush on wants to join, who's he to say no?

so they travel to japan, they stay in tokyo for a while before traveling to a slightly smaller city, but ultimately they settle down for a week or two in a small town that sounds familiar to kenta and itches a place in his brain.

they make a lot of memories together and get closer with every day and often share deep talks at night watching the sky, or just sitting there watching eachother, it's all very intimate for some reason.

a few days in town they stumble upon a very cute tea shop surrounded by cherry blossom trees, they decide to go in and grab something to drink and eat for a break from their exploring.

The owner of the shop is a cute little japanese lady, she's so nice and really happy about kim and kenta coming in, she calls them handsome and makes some small talk with them before letting them order.

while the old lady goes to prepare their food and tea, kenta walks around the shop and looks around, especially looking at the pictures that are hung on all the walls, some of the pictures are really old (atleast over 20 years, kenta would guess)

there's one picture his eyes keep coming back to, it scratches an itch in his brain, something so familiar about it that he can't quite explain.

the old lady notices when he brings them their order and asks kenta if he would like to know about the little boy and the man on the picture.

kenta says he doesn't want to intrude on anything, the picture seems private.

the lady tells kenta that he doesn't need to worry and tells him to sit down, before she proceeds to tell him and kim about the picture.

the picture is 24 years old, the little boy is her 3 year old son named Ken, and the man is the father and her husband. she looks sad as she talks but she's still smiling, happy she gets to talk about the two lovely men in his life.

she tells them it's the last picture that was taken of both of them, it was taken before they both left for Thailand, her husband was visiting some family and wanted to take Ken with him, because the lady didn't want to leave the shop alone she let her boys leave without her.

A few days later, a message reached her that they were in an accident that killed her husband, and her son went missing.

Kim tells her he's very sorry for her loss, and that's she's a strong woman and he's glad she's still smiling and living for them.

Kenta is at a loss for words, he can't shake that the picture looks familiar to him.

They get interrupted by another customer coming in and the old lady leaves to take care of them.

Kenta and Kim finish their things before leaving the shop and going back to their rented flat, kenta is still acting off....a little weird.

when they get home kenta calls pete, asking him to send him pictures of everything Tony kept in Kentas file, everything he had that belonged to him, everything he kept under lock that had kentas name on it.

Kim asks Kenta what this is all about, Kenta then explains that he thinks he's the boy in the picture, he explains how familiar it felt, how everything about this town felt familiar, how it has to be a sign that the name of the town scratched an itch in his brain before they decided to come and stay here.

the next morning, pete sent him everything he could find, and kentas suspicions were confirmed, hidden in his files and belongings was the same picture that was hung up in that shop, signed on the back with a message in cursive that read "be safe my boys, love ma <3"

Kenta takes a few days to recover and make sense of things, Kim and him get even closer, eventually getting so close that they kiss, confess and get together.

Together they go back to the shop but Kim stays outside while Kenta goes inside and tells the Old lady....his Mother, everything that happened.

and that's all i have on that ur so welcome for that, I hope it's gonna be as stuck in your brains as is it is in mine.

genuinely don't think I won't be getting to write this for a while, purely because I don't think i could make it justice like i wanted it to. i want to practice more writing before writing something as intimate as this, but if anyone wants to take it off my hands I'd be more than happy to give you all my thoughts so you can write it for the fandom!

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Once Upon a Time on The Razor Crest

Summary: Ann (Reader) starts getting into a routine

A/N: Hello lovelies,

As promised here is the next section for the Razor Crest. The story will progress slowly, and it's not going to be a standard progression, it'll be stories that show their relationship moving forward, both learning to deal with their own pain and figuring out how to deal with the past.

Enjoy.

Love oo

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: waking up early (It can be a warning for some), pain from past memories, mentions of plant killing, cleaning, organizing, irritation, annoyance, implied mention of death, I think that's about it, if I miss any warnings please let me know.

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THE CRESTWORLD

CHAPTER ONE

The first few days were rough, getting up early was not the issue, it was more teaching my body to go to bed early so I could feel rested. But, when I woke up and looked out the window to see those beautiful mountain ranges, gracing my view, it eased my worries and anxieties. Being here on this ranch was different to all the places I had lived in before, I felt at peace and safe.

Listening to the nunas cluck signalling when to start the day, was a soft reminder that I still had more to give. I wasn’t done yet. 

Each morning, I would make a hot cup of tea and watch the way the soft mist hung in the air, swirling over the ground and around the barn and fence post. It almost seemed as though it was wiping away the pain from my past.

Plus, seeing Grogu’s smiling face every morning, definitely eased my pain. Sometimes, though it  caused more pain seeing how happy of a child Grogu was, I couldn’t help but remember back to a time when I wondered if I ever did have a child, would they have been happy staying in the situation I had found with my ex. 

I’m not sure if Din had seen how being around Grogu had been painful at times, but he asked me to focus on the house for the first two weeks, getting used to the routine, helping me get oriented with the layout of the ranch, understanding the cleaning schedule he devised, as well as organizing the messes Grogu left behind every day, and tending to the garden. 

I found it quite sweet of him to be so caring and patient with me. Very different from any previous boss I had. 

Even when it came to tending the garden, he took the time to make sure I understood how much water each plant needed. His wife had made a diagram when they first started living in the ranch, which made it easy to follow. According to Din she’d gotten fed up with him constantly killing her plants with over or under watering them, so she made him a diagram. It made me smile, and I couldn’t help imagining what sort of person she was. From what little Cobb and Din had told me, I wondered if we would’ve been friends if she was still around. 

Even knowing just that little bit about her, made me saddened I couldn’t have gotten to know her. I could just imagine how sad Din was to have lost his wife. 

The next thing he assigned to me was to organzie the so-called library he had in the living room. It was actually a lot of fun, organizing, labelling, and arranging the books by relevance. I ended up finding a few books that peaked my interest, one book in particular that I decided to start reading was about medicinal herbs. It was quite fascinating to learn how each herb had a unique property to aid in healing, plus it kept my nights busy while I was in my room. 

When Din saw, I spent most of my time hidden away in my room when I wasn’t working or taking of Grogu, he offered to take me into town, he even informed me that Cobb left an open invitation to come pick me up and head into town with me, but I wasn’t ready to deal with small town mentality yet. I knew the minute I stepped in, everyone would know my business and knew I was working for Din, flooding me with either a million questions or stares filled with suspicion. Still, I was hoping that in the next few weeks, I could go in and buy some clothes, but for now reading and the safety of my room has been more than enough.

Din decided last week was the week to start showing me how to start taking care of the animals, making sure the nunas, Bessie, Taika and Misty were fed. Learning how to take care of the horses, apparently they needed a very specific grooming regiment that I had no idea was needed for horses. I was grateful Din decided to ease me into the life of a rancher, because thinking that he had been doing this all by himself for the past few months was overwhelming. Granted he was used to it but still, it was a lot for one person. 

I was enjoying our morning together as I finished up breakfast for the two of them in the kitchen, when Grogu came and sat down at the dinner table. He was adorable. He looked like a mini version of Din, wearing a beige jacket. It wasn’t the first time he wore it, but every time he did, he looked so adorable. I never knew a kid could be so loveable and adorable, I just wanted to hug him to death if that was possible, which of course I would never do. I tried to maintain a respectable distance, I wasn’t his mom, I was just a helper. 

“Grogu, what do you want for lunch tomorrow?”

“Ummm” 

“Why don’t you just make him, the same thing?” 

Din muttered annoyed but her voice, he looked exhausted, his hair was all over the place, there were dark circles under his eyes, and he was miserable. He looked worse for wear.

I hadn’t heard his truck pull in last night, but he did wake me up when I heard him rifling through the kitchen looking for a late night snack. I pulled out a sandwich from the fridge that I made for him in case he did come home late, but that also seemed to irritate him further last night, and it was clear he was still annoyed this morning. 

He still hadn’t been to bed, since he arrived wanting to make sure he saw Grogu off to school. Truthfully, he wasn’t even sure why Ann’s presence last night and this morning were irritating him, but she was driving him nuts with her attentive attitude to Grogu. Maybe, it was because he hadn’t gotten much sleep, since he was away from the ranch for the past two days helping another rancher round up their lost sheep after the flock scattered due to wolves attacking. It was unfortunate that two had been lost to the wolves, but the rest had been found relatively unharmed. 

I did my best to ignore his prickly attitude, it only seemed to have gotten worse after he came back. The attitude started the night before he left, when he and Grogu came back to the ranch late after a parent-teacher conference. He didn’t say, but there was clearly something said or done during the meeting that had irked him. 

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