#but I only really worked during holidays and people were just so rude

[natreads]

I got a job as a bookseller!!!

[fuwaprince]

👉👈 Hi friends! I have a long, serious post made just for you(!) that isn't full of spoilers, smut or mooning lawn gnomes. Please read if you can, this is a 💥 mutual aid request 💥

It has been a horribly painful and long while as most people following/keeping up with me know. and in a few days I'm going to be down $1500, which is basically all my fucking $

I can't afford Christmas for anybody, which sucks and I'm very sorry. I can't even take care of myself and haven't been, which also sucks and I'm very sorry

Landlords spontaneously raised rent on me more than halfway through this month as punishment for not getting to my house chores and not communicating, to be totally honest with you. I feel ashamed and awful about it but I didn't want to clean the place while multiple ppl living here had tested positive for COVID and kept walking around unmasked... I am not fully vaxxed because I've been too depressed to get any kind of necessary medical care done and I didn't want to catch COVID in the middle of my finals week for the semester. I woke up to being angrily and rudely bitched at first thing after the last of my finals (I passed at least). It wasn't a humanizing text. Fuck the mistreatment though. Rent is now almost doubled and it won't be lowered

There was no room for negotiation and I truly believe they've resorted to pricing me out of living here because the group of renters psychologically tormenting me wasn't effective (actually- putting a picture of my rapist on the fridge rly was super effective in getting me to isolate myself in my room all day and so was outing me as trans to the transphobic ass neighbors.... But I didn't and still don't have any place better to move out to, like the way they were hoping I would. Yes, I have looked and BEGGED btw)

I want out of here NOW, but I can't leave. I tried and had to come back because it was the best option. I can't afford to stay in a motel/hotel/BnB just to get away from them for a day or two during Christmas. I don't have any friends who I can spend the holiday with either. During the semester, I resorted to convincing classmates with keys to locked buildings to let me crash in them while they worked at night and I would leave before anybody showed up. Now that school is out, I can't do that. I don't have any family I can reach out to for support or friends who I can depend on for immediate help. I have been crying day in and day out for weeks. I have records of it posted throughout my blog. Literally crying for days on end. I'm being so fucking transparent

All that lump of text is to explain to whoever is out there, who might be listening and willing and able, to please consider helping me, if and ONLY IF able. I know times are tough and if you'd rather use your $ for other reasons or just don't have any to spare, don't sweat it and take care! 🫂

I've thought about what I could do for a long time and have helped myself how I can. It isn't enough. I've applied for so much assistance. Been approved and been sabotaged by my inhumane mom (who does not love me) via stealing my legal documents and letters and hiding them for months. My mind jumps to grim places but I'm clinging for dear life to whatever hope I have left that says things will get better. I wish I knew somebody with a business that I could work for. Part of me feels so fucking terrible for asking for help because I feel like a waste of all your resources. I feel like I shouldn't ask, like I really do not fucking deserve help, but there are friends online who care, who I know mentioned being interested in helping in whatever ways they can

So to the people who care to seriously me, I'm ready to accept it: please send me nice words to get through this and feel less alone. It feels pathetic to ask but I would love a nice letter. A nice card even. Kind words of any kind would go a long way. It means more to me than food. I have felt so broken and every day feels like a test to figure out how badly I actually want to live

I'm also leaving my cash app and paypal here in case anybody would like to do more than what I'm comfortable asking but probably very likely will inevitably need very very soon. I will be left with fucking nothing and I will have no idea what to do once rent is paid

Thank you to those of you who have sent love, offered to listen and heard me out. I really wish it wasn't so hard to survive. I'm trying to feel better knowing there are people out there who are also without help and hoping the best, but it doesn't make me feel any better or comforted tbh. I just wish the help was there for us. I wish there was a place to go for spare love, care, compassion, empathy, kindness, humanity, generosity... I need that more than I need $. Call me stupid but that's what I live for. I don't live for paying to survive in terrible conditions. I live for love and to smile with friends

I hope to write back to the friends who have already been so kind as to message me soon btw. I'm sorry for not replying sooner. Your overwhelming support is sincerely sweet and sometimes I cry because I can't believe people are so nice (to me???). It'll give me something to do that doesn't make me feel like dying! :') so thank you thank you thank you *fist bump*

Hope you're all doing as well as you can and that somehow things get better. Hope anybody else struggling like me doesn't make the mistake of isolating like a sick and dying animal. You deserve love. You deserve support. Don't be like me. Have the courage to reach out to the people who care about you for help as early on into your emergency as possible. Don't let your situation snowball because you spend so long trying to figure out if you're worth it!!! This Random Tumblr user is here to tell you that YOU ARE. Sending my infinite everlasting unconditional love. Be nice to yourselves. Be nice to each other. Fuck the hateful assholes who wish I would just kill myself already. Tell your friends you love them. Happy Holidays!!!

And here's a single picture of a mooning lawn gnome at the very end, as a treat! I told you this post wasn't full of it.... It just ended with it 👉👉

[kitty-tea]

Can you write a smut story with cedric where the reader is shy, introvert and not very bold (the complete opposite personality of the reader from your other cedric story) and cedric is a gentlemanly soft dom?

I'm going through a edric obsession rn and I read your other story. It was really good and well written, but I'm nothing like the reader in it, so I couldn't relate to it 🥲.

New girl

Link to masterlist

Cedric Diggory x Muggle!reader

Summary: Cedric notices a new girl in town.

Hi sorry this is so late I started this story shortly after receiving the request in my inbox but then I kept having to rewrite and re-edit every time because I wasn’t happy with how my story was turning out, but I’m finally done!

I thought it’d be interesting to write a fanfic about Cedric with a Muggle!reader since I’ve never read any before

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral sex, nipple play, pet names, shy!reader, might contain typos, p in v sex, all characters are of age, 18+ only!

After telling his parents his plans for the day, Cedric headed out to the same familiar coffee shop in town he’d gone to since before he could remember. He expected nothing but the same tables, chairs, customers, and workers when he walked into the cafe. What he wasn’t expecting was a new employee, you.

He could see you wiping the counter, too focused on your task to notice him until he said hello. You let out a gasp. Apparently, you were one to get startled easily. You had on a black Henley top paired with matching black leggings, and your hair was in a bun that was as big as the cinnamon rolls in the pastry case with some hair left framing your blushing face.

“H-Hi, how can I help you?” Cedric thought that little tremble in your voice complemented so well with this adorable shyness you were displaying.

“I’ll take a latte and a slice of peach pie. For here.” He said, sounding cool and confident.

After you rang up his order, he took a seat not far from the counter. It was a small cafe, with enough room for only about five tables to be lined up. With there being no other customers inside, he was able to savor the silence that was occasionally broken by the sounds you made with your footsteps as you worked behind the counter.

As you brought out his food and drink, you gave him what looked to be a half smile, but it wasn’t a type of rude or lazy half-smile. It was more of a customer service smile that you weren’t trying to overdo.

“Here you go sir,” you set the plate and cup down, careful not to mess up the heart that was crafted onto the latte. Cedric thought that you did a lovely job on it, and he wanted to let you know.

“Thank you. It’s a lovely heart by the way.” He smiled.

“Oh, I’ve only just started working here a few weeks ago.” You fidgeted with your sleeves and the hem of your little apron around your waist.

“You must be new in town.” He guessed, more like stated.

“How did you know?”

“I’ve lived here my whole life. I don’t meet new people everyday.” He said. “My name’s Cedric, what’s yours?”

As quickly as you looked into his eyes and told him your name, your eyes went back to where they were looking at originally.

“Thanks again,” He tried making eye contact with you to ease you up, but it apparently had the opposite effect as you kept looking down and nodded before retreating to the counter.

Cedric was used to girls at school throwing themselves at him and following him around like a lost puppy. Now it was his turn to be the lost puppy.

Cedric told himself that he wasn’t technically stalking you since he liked to go to that particular cafe since before you started working there. It was his little routine during the summer holidays for him to sometimes walk over there and get breakfast. It also happened that he noticed that you were there almost every weekday for the opening shift.

It caught him by surprise when he was taking a late afternoon walk around town and he saw you coming out of the cafe after it was scheduled to close. You huffed as your purse fell from your shoulder. Before you could bend down to pick it up, Cedric had it in his hand, ready to hand it over to you.

“Thank you.” You said as your eyes met his. “It’s Cedric, right?”

“Yeah, you remembered my name.” He let the corners of his eyes crinkle in its own way of smiling. “You just got done closing?” He asked, pointing to the sign that said “closed” just because he loved to awkwardly point out the obvious in front of a pretty girl.

“I had to cover for someone today. Normally, I work the opening shift.” You were still holding onto that habit of occasionally looking down while in his presence.

“I see.” He nodded. He had to come up with another question to keep you talking. “How do you like it here?”

“It’s nice and quiet. Although I’ve seen some strange families around here.��� Strange families? He knew exactly which strange families you were referring to because he was a part of one of them.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with people who are different. They’re what makes this town unique.” You said quickly, as if you were worried you insulted his hometown.

“Yeah, I pretty much grew up with this entire town, I know what you mean.” Cedric said. He then reminded himself that he got so distracted by talking to you that he forgot that you had to get home. “Sorry if I’m holding you up. It was nice talking to you. I’m sure you have to get home.”

“It’s okay. I was actually going to the park.”

“Me too.” No he wasn’t. “Maybe we can go there together?”

“Really? I wouldn’t want to impose.” You looked down at your worn out shoes.

On the short walk to the park, you and Cedric talked and got to know each other. He told you all about his life except for the part about him being a wizard and how he used to attend a magical boarding school while you told him about how you and your parents moved here from a big city after you had finished school.

As the first sign of sundown became visible, you and Cedric said your goodbyes to each other, but before you could leave, he asked you, “Would you like to go out with me sometime this week? Like on a date?” He assumed from your conversation with him that you had no current boyfriend, so the chances of you saying yes were increased. Unless, he was wrong and some other guy had asked you out already which he would feel down about if it were true.

“Are you sure you want to go out with me?” You started fidgeting with your sleeves, blushing.

“Absolutely.” He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, making you look up at him. He wanted to melt as soon as you made eye contact with him, showing the sparkle in your eyes.

“What time do you get off work?” Cedric asked.

“At one.” You said.

“Perfect. I’ll meet you there tomorrow.” He cupped your cheek in his large hand and placed a light kiss there.

As he was laying in bed, Cedric looked out at the dark ceiling above him. The last thing he remembered before closing his eyes was that he was thinking about your beautiful smile and how couldn’t wait to see it again.

A couple months had passed in his new relationship and Cedric dreaded having to be subjected to his parents’ questioning about how he was going to tell you he was a wizard, or if he’d already told you which was why he didn’t bother telling them he was seeing someone. He knew when the time was right, he’d tell you everything you needed to know about him. You had given him no reason to feel as if you’d judge him no matter what. He was lucky you weren’t one of those nosey girls to pester him about meeting his family or ask of any secrets he might be hiding.

The day did come when he felt ready to tell his parents that he was seeing a Muggle. Of course they knew he was seeing someone. It’s a parent’s job to know everything about their kids, so it was inevitable that they’d want to meet you.

It was on one of your days off that Cedric invited you to lunch in his home with his parents.

He had warned you his parents were a bit unusual themselves, but you assured him not to worry. What he didn’t tell you was that they were the way they were because they were wizards who weren’t very knowledgeable about Muggles.

As soon as you hopped off your bike in front of Cedric’s house, you noticed the lack of cars in the driveway, something you weren’t used to seeing in front of other homes, but you brushed it off.

You were happy meeting his parents was without a hitch. Mr. and Mrs. Diggory told you what a delight you were to have around as well as saying you seemed like the right girl for Cedric.

After his parents left to go attend to magical business (not that you needed to know what it was) Cedric was alone with you in his bedroom.

“What’s this, Cedric?” You asked as you pointed to a Mooncalf plushie he forgot to hide in his closet. His eyes widened even more than the plushie’s as realization sunk into him.

“It’s… just something I drew as a kid and my parents made it into a toy.” He came up with that excuse.

“It’s so adorable! I love how big its eyes are! Can I hold it please?” You begged. He didn’t see any harm in it. It wasn’t like you stumbled upon the real thing.

Once he nodded in approval, your smile widened as you grabbed the toy off the bookshelf and wrapped your arms around it.

“Aww, I wish this was a real animal, don’t you?” Cedric thought you looked adorable when you were mesmerized like you were at that moment.

Of course they’re real. They’re magical creatures called Mooncalves. He wanted to tell you.

“But you’re real. And way cuter than that thing.” He took the plushie out of your hands as he placed it back into its proper place before stepping forward and encircling his hands around your waist. You blushed at the close proximity of your faces before the both of you felt your lips being pulled to each other’s.

As you continued making out with Cedric, you started to feel a dull ache between your thighs that only got stronger.

It was only when he heard a soft moan come out of your mouth that he pulled away and looked at your flushed face.

“Do you want to take this further?” He asked, searching all over your face for any sign of discomfort. It wasn’t that you were uncomfortable, you were shy and unsure of how to proceed with what was going on, but you still felt like you could trust Cedric.

After giving him consent by nodding your head, he led you to his bed where your back hit the soft mattress. A tiny whimper escaped you as you felt what you assumed was his erection bumping against your clit through the thin cotton of your shorts, sending a powerful, tingling sensation throughout your body.

“Does that feel good, Sweetheart?” Cedric’s deep voice brought you back from your pleasure-induced mini-trance. “I can give you more.”

“O-Okay.” Your response came out as a choked out whisper. Cedric was a patient person. He took his time admiring how sweet you looked as he slid each piece of clothing off your body until he unhooked your bra, which made you instinctively cover yourself.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, please.” His voice sounded like a gentle plea as he pried your arms off your chest. “You’re beautiful. I want to give them the love they deserve.” He cupped his large hand around one of your breasts, giving it a light squeeze.

You let your eyelids close as he continued massaging both of your breasts, giving them equal attention until you felt something warm and wet around one of your hardened nipples. The sensation of your nipple being sucked on felt too good for you to keep quiet.

The sweet little noises coming out of your pretty mouth did nothing to soothe the painful erection restricted in Cedric’s clothes. He needed more, and he could sense you did too.

With a plop, his mouth left your nipple, and you opened your eyes, a noise between a breathless sigh and a moan leaving you.

“How about I take off my clothes? Would that make you feel better?” Cedric asked as he ran the back of his pointer finger over your heated cheek. You nodded.

How could he say no to your cute face with your lips pouted looking like you were ready to suck on his cock?

You watched him like he was the most exciting thing in the world as he stripped off his T-shirt and jeans, revealing his muscles. He gave you a brief smile before hooking his fingers beneath the band of his underwear and pulling them down.

You couldn’t stop yourself from gasping, your eyes going wider than they’d ever been, making Cedric smirk at the effect he had on you.

He intertwined his fingers through your hair as he used his other hand to guide your face upwards until you were in a kneeling position with his dick in front of your face, less than an inch away from your lips.

“Come on, Sweetheart, let me see those pretty lips suck me off.” You let another soft gasp escape you as he put his thumb on your bottom lip slowly prying your mouth open.

He couldn’t comprehend how he so badly wanted to just lose it right there and shove his dick straight into your warm mouth and feel your throat closing and gagging around him. That wasn’t going to happen now because he reminded himself that he had to be patient with you and let you adjust and get comfortable, something he was also willing to do, reveling in your innocence and shyness.

“That’s it, good girl.” He praised you as you reached out with your tongue to lick the tip before wrapping your lips around it completely. “Just like that. You can go deeper if you’re ready.”

The feeling of having a cock inside your mouth was completely new to you, but it wasn’t unpleasant. You took a few experimental licks before deciding you enjoyed how the round tip felt on your tongue. You were curious and excited to find out how the rest of him would feel, so you wasted no time in running your tongue along the entire length, eliciting a deep groan from him.

“Was that good?” Your voice squeaked out, the loud plop of your lips disconnecting from him bringing him out of his thoughts.

“It was perfect.” Even though he didn’t get to cum, Cedric told himself it was okay. Maybe next time. He had already made up his mind about wanting to do this with you again.

“Why don’t I take a turn and make you feel good this time?” He ran his fingers through your hair before letting them trail along your neck before pushing you back towards the pillow you previously propped up against.

“I can take these off.” His thumb circled along the front of your panties before feeling your clit through the cotton. “I really want to see all of you.”

You were quickly starting to get dizzy from the pleasure of having Cedric rubbing the swollen, aching nub between your legs. The only thing on your mind at that moment was how good it felt to have that soft pressure on that sensitive area.

Cedric couldn’t get enough of staring at the blissed out expression on your face. He knew he was experienced enough with his fingers to be able to make you cum just from that if he wanted to.

Instead, he pulled his fingers away just before tugging your panties down, letting the delicate material glide along your soft thighs before tossing them in the same pile as your other clothes.

Before you could think about closing your legs, Cedric grabbed one of your ankles and maneuvered it so that his torso was between your thighs.

One look was all it took to know your pussy was already wet and eager for him to insert something into it. He could start small with one finger and add more until he stretched you out good enough before you were ready.

“How does this feel?” He asked you as he inserted his pointer finger into your hole.

“I want more… please?” It took him by surprise to hear how needy, but small your voice sounded, but he was more than eager and willing to fulfill your wants, so he added a second finger and curled it upwards.

That was when your eyes widened and your mouth started to twitch around a high-pitched whimper.

“Right there! Please!” You pleaded for him to give you more of that pleasurable sensation with his fingers, but unfortunately he pulled away, making you gasp at the new emptiness.

“Is this all for me?” Cedric asked as he brought his fingers to your face. Your wet and sticky juices coated them, its shine and gloss thick, making his fingers almost look like a sweet treat. It might as well have been just that for Cedric, having popped them into his mouth. You watched in awe as he licked off every drop of your arousal from his fingers without breaking eye contact with you.

“Darling, I think it’s time both of us give each other pleasure.” He smiled at you as he leaned forward, using one arm to prop himself up as he nudged the tip of his hard cock against your folds.

“Don’t you agree?” His deep voice whispered through your ear, making you melt as you lazily nodded along.

Holding onto the soft flesh of your hips, Cedric sheathed himself inside of you.

“Oh bloody hell, you feel so good.” He grunted as he felt your walls squeezing around him. “You’re doing so well.”

With his encouragement, you were prompted to become more responsive as you started to pant and moan louder with each thrust that became quicker. That was when you felt a pressure inside you start to build up.

To make that pressure even more intense, Cedric started rubbing your clit in circles. Your body was so close to convulsing around his dick at this point. It couldn’t have been more than ten seconds that you had shut your eyes as the pleasure overtook your entire body, and you saw stars behind your eyelids.

“Oh my God… Cedric!” You gasped. “I just finished…” You ended the sentence with a whisper.

“I’m almost there too, Angel.” He said to you with that same hushed tone as he continued to thrust into you with the same deep but measured pace as before until he gripped the pillow next to your head. A loud grunt left his throat as he bit his lip.

As if he had momentarily lost control of himself and regained it, he slipped out of you before he stroked himself one last time.

You looked down at your breasts and stomach where he had spilled himself and then up above you where he was catching his breath.

He let his head hang low above your shoulder, while your fingers glided over his back once. He returned the action except this time his agile fingers started at your cheek then your neck and shoulder before ending at the curve of your waist. He continued this a handful of times, seeing as how it seemed to soothe you, compelling your eyelids to shut slowly.

When a couple of minutes had passed without a peep from you and Cedric was absolutely sure you were asleep, he dug his wand out from his bedside drawer before casting a spell, cleaning the both of you up before tucking you under the blanket and joining you with his arm around you.

[jujutsubaby]

congrats on your milestone sweetie!!! a hot white mocha with oat milk, and a slice of the rose milk cake from maison rose would be lovely 🌹 thanks! 🤗

a/n. thank u for participating babe xx i really appreciate it. your ask was giving xmas/holiday szn so i decided to riff off of that hehe enjoy ~ 

🌹 WELCOME TO MAISON ROSE ! 🌹

🤍 PAIRING. mikasa

🤍 WORD COUNT. 1.4k+

what sucks more than having to work during the holidays? no, really, you’re waiting for an answer while you’re cleaning up another spill on the counter for the third time this morning. how are people this careless about leaving their drinks near the ledge?

not only that, but you have to do an expert job of cleaning or else your boss, mr. clean freak levi ackerman, would tear you a new one. god, you wish you had made better plans in advance. 

and to make matters worse, eldians rarely believed in using the holidays to stay at home and relax. rather, it was a time of festivities and late night gatherings @ paradis’ trendiest cafe: maison rose. 

okay, sure you’re sounding bitter right now and not at all in the holiday spirit but you have a good reason and it’s that you miss marley and your family, but alas, it was your choice to “find yourself” and you just happened to find yourself enjoying making delectable drinks and pastries with levi during his retirement. 

you take a look at your watch. 11:30pm. two more hours until closing. you can do this. at this point, people were already wrapping up their conversations and heading back to someone’s house, so you’ve been spending most of the time touching up the cake display and cleaning the coffee bar.

as you’re loading up the dirty dishes into the back, you hear the laughter of your least favorite customer. okay, let’s get all the formalities out of the way: you love and cherish every customer equally and you strive to make the best drink every day. but you would be lying if you didn’t think about using the expired milk on eren jeager’s cafe au lait every time he visits. 

it’s not that he’s rude or mean…just a bit too brash and uncomely for your liking. you finally see him and his friends walking towards the counter to order: armin, jean, connie, and…some (gorgeous? ethereal?) raven-haired maiden  you’ve never seen before. what’s a girl like her doing with a crass, uncultured, oafish guy like —

“‘sup babygirl, y’miss me?” eren says, winking at you and effectively derailing your train of thought. you stop staring at the girl like some juvenile teenager and focus back on eren. he’s wearing a black supreme hoodie, and you’re pretty sure it’s fake. you roll your eyes. 

“what do you want, jaeger?” you ask, annoyed at his greeting for you.

he frowns at your unwelcoming response. “why’re you acting like you don’t know your favorite customer’s drink?”

you raise an eyebrow. “so one iced bleach latte for you?” 

“i bet that would actually be so good because i know levi keeps the good cleaning shit in the back.” he says, without missing a beat. 

“can you guys not do your usual antics tonight? it’s literally a holiday here…” you turn around to see levi with crossed arms glaring at both you and eren, and you both nod your head and play nice to not scare the customers away. you quickly start jotting down the orders of everyone with eren, but you only paid attention to one particular order. 

a hot white mocha latte with a slice of rose milk cake on the side. the same rose milk cake you had spent hours this morning decorating, and had only one slice left. was it super delusional for you to think that this was meant to be? a raven haired maiden to request the very last piece of your hard work?

you got so caught up in your fantasies (read: slight delusions) that you forgot to ask for her name. 

you pride yourself in preparing your drinks with care and detail, but for some reason, you found yourself frothing the milk a little extra longer for the white mocha, and being extra precise pouring the latte art. 

you call eren’s name for the drinks and he gets up to receive them. a thought pops into your head, and you know it’s gonna hurt you more than eren to say it, but…fuck it, it’s the holidays anyway. 

“eren, wait.” you hesitate to say, not even realizing you were holding a silent breath. your hands clam up. “uhh, who’s…that girl you’re with?”

just as expected, a sinister smirk forms on eren’s face as he sneaks a glance back at mikasa who’s chuckling at something connie has said. “oh? you mean mikasa? why’d ya wanna know? does someone have a cruuussh–”

“shut…up, jaeger!” you hush him, not wanting anyone else in the cafe to hear. “i don’t have a crush on her okay, god forbid i wanna know my customer’s names, jeez…”

“oh, okay, then you’re fine if i admit to you she’s my girlfriend?” you practically drop the last precious slice of rose milk cake from the plate you’re holding. ain’t no fucking way she’s with him…

“you’re lying,” you say definitely, calling our eren’s bluff. 

“okay, yeah, i am. but still, that means you dig her, oooo~”

you regret this already. oh well, at least you tried. “just take your stupid drinks and go.” and for once, eren does as you say. 

you notice eren’s party stays longer than most other people, and it’s probably because of their close history with levi, who has been making the rounds to say hello to his old survey corps colleagues. 

as the two hours dwindle down to minutes, you’re almost done wiping down the countertops and unloading the dishes. levi leaves upon your insistence that he enjoy a night out with erwin and hange, despite his groaning and moaning about just wanting to go home, so it’s on you to close up shop. 

you wave goodbye to eren’s friends, and scrunch your nose up in disgust at eren. however, you notice the most peculiar thing: mikasa waving them goodbye whilst staying behind. you’re confused, wasn’t she…?

mikasa collects her plate and cup and meets you across the countertop. she looks so pretty wearing a tight fitted stop and baggy ripped jeans, that you almost don’t register her greeting you.

“hey, sorry i’m bringing in these plates so late, i know you must be dying to go home…”

“oh! um, don’t worry about it, it’s not a big deal as long as you enjoyed your order.” you say warmly, taking the dishes from her. your fingers brush against her hands and you could’ve sworn there was twinge of pink on her cheeks. 

“it was the best drink! but i was really blown away about the rose milk cake? eren told me you make them every morning and design them yourself? is that true?” eren told her that? eren talked about you to mikasa? 

“oh, uh, yeah, i guess i do,” you say, scratching the back of your head. 

“don’t be so humble! you should be so proud of what you made. you’ve actually ruined cakes for me, so thanks for that.” you chuckle. 

“do you really like it so much? i’ve been saving a slice of saffron milk cake because it was leftover from today in the back, you want it?” 

“oh! eren told me you might have some leftovers in the back but i thought he was just messing with me like always.”

“yeah, you can’t ever trust that guy.” eren? telling mikasa? about your secret cake stash in the back? the last time you told him about that, you made him promise to keep it a secret while you two scarfed them down after levi left. 

“i never do! at least not for normal stuff like this,” she chuckles. that being said, you were glad eren’s big mouth blabbed this little secret. 

you go to the back and bring out two slices of saffron milk cakes for mikasa in to-go boxes. she stares at the cakes, before demurely looking at your eyes. the eye contact catches you off guard as she says, “maybe we can sit down and share the slices together? i don’t think we ever met, y/n. sorry, eren told me your name…i hope that was okay.”

wait? she asked eren for your name? “i’d love to, actually.”

the delusions were well and alive in your mind as you once again are convinced this must be fate, even if that fate involves a little bit of eren’s meddling. you take off your apron and join mikasa in the couch in the corner, where the two of you sink into the sofa, and end up way too close to each other as you share the cakes.

but neither of you mind it. 

[spacexseven]

yaaaay tuna time tuna time. ok so the manga is I Love Amy and its about a yandere girl making friends with the lesbian mc to get closer to her male crush but finds herself really enjoying spending time with her. very good stuff highly recommend. anyway I will be scalping this whole plot for my brainrot! as I'm basing this off a wlw manga please read yan and darling as being the same gender (ex: dazai with a male darling, higuchi with a female darling) thank u.

so, following the aforementioned plot, darling actually starts out as yans TARGET instead of yans crush, accidentally getting on their radar by being seen talking to yans current obsession one too many times during routine reconnaissance (stalking). obviously they need to get rid of them! theyre getting in the way! crush shouldn't ever talk to anyone else but them!!!! 

when local freak loner weirdo yan suddenly asks if you want to hang out with them, alone, it occurs to you that you should be a little more cautious- but, truth be told, you've had a crush on them for a while... and you know its probably impossible that they swing your way, but couldn't hurt to give it a shot, right?

with this in mind (and lowkey kinda entranced by how pretty they are up close), you agree. 

lucky for you theyre perceptive enough to sniff out that ur a fruit and thus a complete non-threat, so you live another day! and, to their surprise, they find themselves kind of enjoying hanging out with you. 

yadda yadda yadda, the two of you strike a deal to help them get in good with their crush, theyve had pretty bad luck with this so far, but they seem to like YOU, so you can get them some one-on-one time! you're pretty bummed you were right about the person you like not being interested, but hey! theyre still your friend! as long as they can be happy, you’ll be happy for them! on their end, theyre just using you (or so they think). sure, you’re ok to hang out with or whatever, but your companionship doesnt mean anything compared to their crush. once they get what they want, youre pretty much donezo. 

i wont go on for too much longer about this here but im sure you get the idea, over spending time with them as friends and dedicating so much of your time to trying to help them find their happiness, yan starts turning their attention on YOU instead. they find themself getting irritated when they catch you talking to other boys/girls, what did you suddenly get a s/o or something? are you gonna stop hanging out with them? you cant DO that youre their ONLY friend! or they’ll surprise themself by desperately wanting to pass up spending time with crush to go stay with you instead. or getting REALLY REALLY mad when they see people being rude to you when they used to not care. little things like that. i feel like this concept could be really good for soft yan stuff but you COULD make it darker if you wanna. 

characters i think would work with this: bsd - dazai (specifically pm dazai cuz hes a freak with no social skills), akutagawa, poe, ranpo, sigma, higuchi, gin, lucy. genshin - childe, scaramouche, albedo, cyno, eula, ei (i feel a modern au would work best for ei here), rosaria, shenhe

- 🩹

something about the holidays has fried my brain but i cant let your asks go unanswered any longer !!!!! p.s i love amy is just wonderful thank you for the rec ^^ im just gonna go over this with childe because you deserve genshin content from me :< spoilers for childe's real name (tho i think everyone knows it by now lol) unedited!

context: X is the person ajax likes (as you can tell i am very good at coming up with names :>) some things here are taken from i love amy so give it a read !! it's totally worth it i promise~

at the time, you couldn't come up with a single reason why ajax had approached you all those days ago, accompanied only by a menacing look. in fact, you could still recall how the malice in his eyes deepened once he caught sight of you stumbling your way over in his direction.

you had heard the rumors about him (like everyone else had), and while you didn't want to judge someone because of what others had to say, you couldn't deny the fear that consumed you when he stared at you with thinly veiled distaste—right after interrogating you about your relationship with the person you had just been conversing with. it occurred to you far too late that ajax had witnessed the conversation between you and X, and now you were about to be at the receiving end of the terrors you had only heard of in passing.

your brain went into overdrive thinking of an answer. childhood friends? what if he got jealous that you spent so much time with X, time he couldn't have? but if you lied about not knowing X, he'd come after you anyway if he found out the truth, right? so you tried to come up with a lukewarm answer, something to show that you weren't trying to meddle with his…potential relationship. whether you said the two of you were partners for a project, neighbors or family friends, whatever it was, it worked in convincing him that you weren't interested.

but it worked too well, as you soon came to realize, after noticing how ajax was attached to you constantly. at your response, he had lit up and quickly pulled you closer, declaring you would help him by gathering information and helping him plan for the perfect date (and of course, there was not a single moment of consideration for your say in the matter)

even though you insisted over and over again that you'd be no help, with no experience in dating or flirting with anyone, let alone someone as popular as X, and claiming you weren't close enough with them to ask such detailed questions, ajax was far from bothered. perhaps, in his eyes, you were the perfect sidekick—obedient enough to drag around like a sulking pet, but not so compliant that you weren't of some use, at the very least for entertainment. and maybe, just maybe, because he was starting to feel a little lonely.

what he didn't know at the time was that you, despite all the warnings and whispers, had a crush on him. you reasoned with yourself that most people would fall for him, if not for his fixation with X. and although you knew he was 100% infatuated with someone else, you had foolishly thought it wouldn't be the worst idea to be his friend. you had hoped that hanging out with him and being faced with the reality that he would never look twice at you would work as a bitter yet effective remedy to the flustered racing of your heart and the fluttering sensation that seized you.

surprisingly, ajax made for decent company, disregarding the pain of unrequited affection. all your time together was mostly spent talking about X, which you never complained about, but you also learned a little about him, like the fact that he had younger siblings and that he participated in a lot of archery competitions. it occurred to you for a moment, that given his track record, ajax being so well-versed with a weapon probably wouldn't end well, but you shut down that thought almost immediately. he may talk about wanting X all for himself and may have some concerning fantasies, but even he wouldn't go to such lengths, right?

the more time you spent with him, however, the fewer opportunities you actually had to talk to X. still, despite how little use he had for you, ajax still kept you by his side. maybe it was, in his eyes, a good thing that you were staying away from X. some part of you itched to tell him that you wouldn't betray him like that...not like it mattered to him. you knew he was only using you, either as an information source or a test subject, and even if it hurt to know he'd never care about you like he did X, you never once considered distancing yourself from him

you liked to think that he liked your company too, at least as an acquaintance. after all, since that first encounter, he hadn't threatened to snap your arm if you didn't tell him everything you were talking to X about. maybe that time he dragged you away mid-conversation with your friend should have been alarming, or maybe that other time when you woke up tied to a chair in his basement ("don't worry," he had brushed off your concerned look, "i only did this because you kept saying you were too busy to come over. anyways…") should have sent you running, but you justified it to yourself as his odd way of watching out for you.

or more likely, the warning signs just flew over your head because you couldn't imagine that he would be as creepy as the rumors said. you did idolize him to an extent that you tried to justify all his strange habits. it didn't matter much, anyway, since you were well aware this arrangement was temporary—you were only serving as replacement company until he finally got with X, and then your presence in his life would instantly be shut out.

because you were under the impression that it was all temporary, you didn't mind, even when he started overstepping into your personal matters. more than once you had to cancel meet-ups with friends in favor of spending time with him, and the few times you did manage to be away from him, ajax would interrogate you about every detail of your day without him, and at the very end would demand you tell him if you enjoyed being away from him, scowling until you placated him.

and then, the 'practice dates' started feeling a little too real. with him insisting on feeding you spoonfuls of dessert and latching onto your hand uncomfortably tight. but honestly, you couldn't complain, even if you knew something was wrong. going out with X didn't seem as much of a priority as it was a way to convince you that he desperately needed your help in 'practicing'.

all this while, you were under the impression your role was simply to be a good friend to ajax. naturally, when you had an opportunity to talk to X again after such a long time, you jumped to take it. what you didn't expect was for ajax to come up behind you, gently moving you aside to instead tower over X, glaring at the person he'd been pining over so desperately. the words that left him next were similar to the ones you heard all those months ago, except, these were the last words you expected him to say.

"you," he spat out, "what the hell were you talking to [name] about?"

bonus because i have too many thoughts about this :>

you getting an s/o. ajax is upset for many reasons. a) you never told him that you liked someone b) were you really going on weekly dates with your new partner?? you never even hung out with him that consistently! what, were you throwing away your friend just for this new guy? and c) how could you leave him behind like this?! suddenly, your new s/o is bombarded with the sensation that someone was constantly glaring at them, and then at every corner, ajax is standing there...just...watching. maybe he was just shy?

you manage to convince X to give him one chance. one date, so he can try to win them over. what you don't expect is for ajax to try stalling. he comes up with reasons for more practice dates, asks you for more 'tips', and if he absolutely has to go, he doesn't do anything that he was supposed to. the date is a fail, despite all the practicing he did. to you, he claims it was the nerves that got to him. come on, comrade! you gotta help him practice more now!

[ivebeenmade]

I guess I need to get this down. I really don't want to go through it again. But I will not be gaslit by these people.

As any mutual following probably knows, my relationship has been spiralling down the proverbial shit hole.

Well 2 nights ago was, in my opinion, the worst thing.

We had been told to get ready to leave her mother and mother's boyfriend's home. Where we were staying while she healed from a broken leg, concussion, etc. Sucked but apparently the single loud argument we had (during late morning) was the "last of many".

Ok.

Happened to be the same day I get paid. The day before we were using some cash we had stuffed away to get the niece and nephew at least something little for the holiday. As we looked around I saw the Legends Wandavision Scarlet Witch figure. I'm sure I looked a little bummed but I refused her offer of getting it on that trip. Money is tight and we needed to get the kids something.

After many difficult hours of packing up, and her mother repeatedly verbally harassing and threatening me, my gf decided we *needed* to go to the store.

When we got to the parking lot she said "do you wanna come in or....?" I said sure I'll come in.

I remember being side by side when we went through the door. I remember trying to keep it held open so it wouldn't swing back on her at all. Broken leg. And I do that anyway. Later on there was a "nice gentleman who held the door while you were still in the car" she explained rudely.

Anyway, she made a beeline for somewhere, and me being good with intuition (and slightly psychic but I don't expect all to believe that) I had a feeling she was going for my Marvel figure (30+ years collecting comics and figures). The day before she had insisted she'd just buy it later if I refused then. Very sweet.

Well I gave her room but kept looking cautiously around the edges of aisles to see her beautiful auburn curls against that army green jacket she just got.

Finally I saw her pushing a cart towards the door. I had heard her voice and come near the front of the store but still kept distance.

She left. My bag and phone were in the car. It's not a fucking super Walmart so if we get split up we can just shout and find eachother. Maybe not even shout. It's the local drug store. 10 short aisles at most.

I waited a while longer. Maybe it wasn't her I saw? I was still pretty far away and surely she would have just quickly looked for me or shouted for me, even asked an employee to get my attention.

Nope. I spent 40 minutes in there, thinking, maybe she will come back. Maybe she had a phone call or another part of the present at the other store.

Finally I took a walk to where I work. The grocery store down the sidewalk. One of my managers say she came in crying, saying I ditched her by waiting for her to leave the car. And I left my phone and purse.

(When she was gone I missed the only chance I had to catch a call from my advisor for some college courses I'm taking-she is supposed to help me work on the grant. To my knowledge my partner didn't even pick up.)

She also told my aunt I had run away. And my cousin. They live in GA.

She made me look insane to the whole town even though she could have looked in the store. Easy.

I got ahold of her mother for a ride home finally. She got there before my gf did and said if I needed a minute I could sit in the back room. So I did. In the cart. Just sobbing.

When she got it to talk to me she said I was being "performative" and "rude". After all, she was buying me a present. I told her I felt abandoned. She had lied to her mother about certain details of the evening. Like she had said I told her I was leaving as she got into the store. Then, hmm, why would you stay in the store instead of talking to me? Because that didn't happen.

She proceeded to scream at me, and threw a little tantrum by flinging a full redbul and the large figure's box against my back.

She said when I left the room that I "was gonna get in the car right now to return it if I didn't like it". The figure is something I've desperately desired since I heard it would be made. I never thought I could have it.

There's more but I'm so tired and work soon.

This morning she fell asleep and crawled over to cuddle me. It felt so good. But I was quietly crying because it also hurts like hell.

I don't know man. I just don't know.

[applejuicefruit]

Can u make one with Adrien pleaaaase ! where someone disrespects you, he doesn't like it at all and "fights" with that guy? Thank you !

I feel like Adrien would be so protective of his girl like he is with his teammates!

adrien rabiot x reader

Fight me

You and your boyfriend Adrien were currently spending some time in one of your favorite rooftop bars in Torino. Just you and him, sitting on a very comfortable couch watching the beautiful Torino skyline during sunset, it was perfect. Your head on his shoulder and his arm around your waist as you both drank your cocktails. You were talking on where to go these holidays, he wanted to come back to France for a few days and you couldn’t agree more but he was also saying how he wanted to go somewhere tropical, maybe Puerto Rico or Colombia. Adrien was a sun man, but you, on the other hand, wanted to visit some cold places, maybe Iceland and everytime you brought up the topic he bursted out laughing, saying how different but perfect for each others you were. And he was right.

“Mon amour” he called you waking you up from your light day dreaming “as much as I love staying here I should really use the restroom for a minute” he said and you bursted out laughing.

“If you have to go…” you joked lifting your head from his shoulder.

“I’ll be as quick as possible” he said before leaving for the restroom.

It only took ten seconds of Adrien being gone when a man approached you and set on the couch next to you.

You didn’t want to sound rude or anything but the bar was almost half empty as it was a week day and most of the people were still at work or busy with their lives, so you thought, why did he have to sit there?

“Hey beauty” he tried to talk to you but you simply looked away. This situation was making you very uncomfortable and you were mentally counting the seconds for Adrien to come back.

“I’m talking to you” he said again as you ignored him “what a bitch! I’m just trying to be nice to you and your making it very difficult you know I could fuck anyone I want, you’re nothing special” he said laughing a bit and in that moment all you wanted to do was crying but you didn’t want to look or sound weak.

“What did you say to her?” that voice. Right in the moment you needed him the most.

“You heard man” the so-called man sat next to you didn’t even turn his face to see who he was talking to.

“Stand up, that was my seat” Adrien said with a very annoyed voice.

“Chill out man…” he said standing up “…I just wanted to see if the girl wanted to get some, you know, but apparently she’s more of a saint, anyway not my type, she’s not even that pretty” he said but before he could leave Adrien saw his opportunity and punched the guy right in the face. He fell to the floor and Adrien knelt down “if a woman say no is no, don’t you ever forget that! Just because you’ve been rejected that doesn’t give you the right to treat them bad…and, for what you said to my girlfriend, don’t you ever try to speak or even look in her direction again, clear? I’m ashamed to be called a man when people like you exist…what a pity” Adrien said standing up again “…I think we should leave mon amour” he said in a calmer and sweeter voice while he grabbed your hand and led you out of the bar. Once in the car you still tried to process everything that happened ten minutes ago.

“You okay mon amour?” Adrien asked you as he saw you looking out of the window.

“Mh-mh” you said too scared of sounding weak if you spoke.

“Cherie?” he called you with your favorite nickname that made you melt all the time.

“I’m fine…it’s just…” you let a few tears fall and Adrien quickly wiped them away “…I panicked a bit when I saw him sitting next to me and I hate it because I never know what to say or do in these situations…but thank you for being there when I needed you…” you thanked him.

“I will always be there for you mon ange…always” he grabbed your hand and gently kissed it while he started driving back home as he promised you to stop and buy your favourite take away and watch you favourite barbie movie once you were both comfortably laying in bed.

[kindheart525]

One trend in the fandom I’ve never understood is when people write Pinkie’s parents (or at least her dad) as abusive. Not just emotionally neglectful or harsh, but physically abusive too. It honestly leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I don’t only say this because I personally like the Pie family—let me explain.

I do understand that the fandom had very little to go off of before “Hearthbreakers,” but in my opinion nothing about the flashback from Season 1 suggests an abusive home. The worst that rock farm was is…boring? And Pinkie’s family clearly approved of her first party. If they were really abusive, they probably would have punished Pinkie for it. And I know that Pinkie is an unreliable narrator who tends to exaggerate things (for example, her parents probably didn’t immediately start dancing wildly lol), but I don’t think she would outright lie, nor would she so openly tell a group of local kids about her upbringing if it carried such bad memories. You also have the photo in “Pinkie Pride” proving that her first party actually happened and her family was happy and smiling.

Once “Hearthbreakers” did air, I think it even further weakened any claims that Pinkie’s family is abusive. Pinkie not only cheerfully went home to spend Hearth’s Warming with her family, but she also invited Applejack, one of her closest friends, and her family members to join them. I don’t think most people from abusive/toxic upbringings would be so exuberant about spending the holidays with said family, or willingly subject a close friend to their toxic family members, but that’s only my perspective. Throughout the episode Pinkie was super affectionate with her parents and her sisters (except Limestone) and they seemed to enjoy her presence too! They seemed to genuinely love each other, even Limestone smiled at the end!

Some interpretations more specifically portray Igneous and Cloudy in a loveless marriage, which I don’t think is accurate either. An arranged marriage between two adults does not always end up unhealthy, plenty do make it work. In all of their appearances, Igneous and Cloudy seemed to enjoy each other’s company from my perspective, at least as much as their limited expressions would show. In the episode where Maud gets her rocktorate, you can even see Igneous patting Cloudy’s back as she’s crying! I think he just has a resting scowl, he seems to care about his wife and family otherwise.

Even with Limestone, although her first speaking role did not paint her very favorably, I wouldn’t write her off as abusive either. I won’t try to excuse her trying to intimidate a child, nor will I ignore that she and Pinkie didn’t seem to get along so well during that episode. She was incredibly territorial over her home and her family’s boulder, but I don’t think that necessarily means she would end up becoming a spouse- or child-beater. Remember that in this episode her family also had guests over, which would heighten her instinct to protect the family and home that she’s clearly loyal to, if very rudely. Even by the end of that episode, she came around and was seen sharing food with the guests, showing she does have a warmer side in there somewhere. “The Maud Couple” proved this further by showing her offering genuine advice to mediate a conflict between her sisters! Someone with abusive tendencies, I believe, would be more likely to shut such an issue down with no discussion. In that episode we got to see what she is like solely in the company of her own family members, when she’s not grandstanding for guests—under abusive circumstances, her behavior would be worse behind closed doors, not better.

And, again, Pinkie clearly trusts her family enough to willingly travel back to her childhood home during what she saw as a stressful time. If it were unhealthy she wouldn’t have done that.

I think some people misinterpret the Pies being dull and gruff as signs of something worse under the surface. Or they see parts of something familiar to them in Pinkie so they rewrite her backstory to reflect that. That’s fine and valid, but I think it’s unfair to insist that any evidence of family abuse comes from the show itself. Yes, they do not act openly affectionate like other families, but Maud is that way too. And isn’t that the point of her character? That someone who expresses themselves differently is no less capable of love and friendship? I think that extends to the rest of the Pies as well. I think they are better than some give them credit for.

TL;DR: Pinkie Pie’s family isn’t abusive. I know it’s long but I’m passionate about these characters lmao

[itstokish]

Angels Office - Christmas Special 🎄

The angels go around and speed Christmas cheer!

Another original story involving my original characters, more info about them can be found via the link below. A little longer than the halloween special (which you should read teehee) but for good reason. Take a read by clicking “Read More!”

Again, i crave feedback of any kind thank you!

Christmas time brings about a lot of warm memories for most people. But for many others, the holiday’s aren’t so cozy, merry and bright.

Hal, who was on earth at the time, walked home as he thought about this. Despite the cold weather he was dressed rather lightly, the cold didn’t seem to bother him. He made it to his building and walked inside. Once he got into his unit he removed his coat and hung it on the coat rack. Before he could remove his hat he heard a ringing noise. Instinctively he went to pick up his phone but quickly realized that wasn’t where the sound came from. Removing his hat revealed the true source of the ringing, his halo. He removed the golden ring from atop his head and fiddled with it until he was able to see a light emitting from within it. The light dimmed and revealed a familiar cheery face.

“Hal! There's my favorite angel born human!” Holli greeted him. He tried to push his tiny self through the ring only to have Hal prevent him from going any further beyond his waist.

“Of course I'm here, I live here. What do you want?” His tone wasn’t rude but it did not match Holli’s enthusiasm.

Holli reminded Hal that he agreed to attend the next party he hosted, which happened to be tomorrow.

“Is this some sort of Christmas party?” Hal said, acknowledging that tomorrow would be Christmas eve.

“You guessed it. It’s always been one of my favorite human holidays. The snow, the cheer, and of course the greatest gift of all.” Holli pulled out a tiny photo album from his pocket and flipped a few pages before holding it up to show Hal a picture of him and Jesus posing together. Hal’s eyes go wide.

“You actually met him?”

Holli tucked the mini album back in his pocket and nodded.

“Shall I mark you down as yes?” Holli asked.

Hal pondered the invitation but seemed hesitant.

“I don’t think I'll be able to make it. I have some work here that I have to take care of.”

Holli questioned his response, he was under the assumption that Christmas eve and Christmas day were days people could spend time with family and have fun without having to worry about work related responsibilities.

“Yeah, that would be nice. But that’s not how things are for the people here.” Hal went on to inform Holli about the Christmas he was familiar with after living amongst humans for so long. He’d witnessed so many people struggle during this time and how some people dreaded the day for many reasons.

Holli’s cheery demeanor dimmed a bit as he heard Hal say all this.

“It’s not like the problems humans face magically disappear on these days. I just find it a bit unfair to enjoy this time when so many others got it so rough.” Hal shrugged.

Holli seemed to be at a loss for words.

“I - I guess haven’t really considered all that before.” He finally responded.

“I wouldn’t expect you to. Now, if you don’t mind, I'd like to get on with my usual night time routine.”

Holli made his exit through the same little portal in Hal’s halo that he came in from. Hal tossed his halo over his shoulder with a quick flick of his wrist, perfectly landing it on the coat rack

—

The next day, Hal got ready to leave his apartment, sometime in the afternoon. He seemed to be in a rush as he went for the stairs. Something stopped him before he took the first step, he'd forgotten his halo. He was considering leaving without it but in the end he decided to go back for it. Thankfully It was still hanging on the coat rack. He grabbed it and put it around his wrist, it automatically shrunk down to fit around it like a bracelet.

Having rode the bus over, Hal arrived at his destination. A church. He made sure to thank the bus driver before getting off. An older woman greeted him once he walked into the entrance area.

“Good morning, Hal." She offered to take his coat and hat as they exchanged some small talk.

“Well we're glad you could make it again. Feel free to head to the kitchen, they're looking quite lost without you there.” They shared a chuckle.

Hal made his way to the kitchen, grabbed an apron and tied it around his waist as he was instantly greeted by the others there.

“What did you have in mind, chef?” A young man asked him.

“I’ll keep it simple for you all, think you can manage to make a simple beef stew?” Hal said, teasing the group a bit. Some friendly banter was exchanged but they eventually agreed with the man's suggestion. Before touching anything in the kitchen Hal went to wash his hands. While in the restroom his halo begins to ring once again.

He groaned “Ugh, not now.” He removed the halo from his wrist and ‘answered’ it.

“There you are!” It was Holli once again. “Where are you? We thought you’d be here.”

“I’m... Wait, are you in my apartment? And who’s we?” Hal tried to look past Holli.

Holli moved out of the way so Hal could see the other messengers from the office within his halo.

“I didn’t want you to be sulking alone while we partied, so I figured I'd bring the party to you! I didn’t expect you to be somewhere else.”

Before Hal could reply someone from the church knocked on the restroom door. “Do you mind grabbing some paper towels while you’re in there? We made a little mess.”

“Yes, ok! I’ll be right out.” Hal responded.

“Who’s that?” Holli asked.

“Seems like Hal has plans with other friends." One of the young messengers, Harmony, said.

"Human friends?” Hope chimed in from the background sounding interested.

Hal easily caved when asked about this, not feeling it necessary to hide. He told Holli and the rest of the angels he didn’t need them to throw any sort of party for him and that he preferred it if they’d just go back to heaven. He hung up his halo then grabbed a couple of rolls of paper towel off the shelf before heading back to the kitchen.

Holli seemed a bit disappointed after Hal hung up on him. He really hoped Hal would keep his word about attending a party of his. Hailey was quick to agree that they should go back to heaven.

"This place is no party venue, that's for sure." She said looking as if she were hesitant to touch anything in the apartment.

Harold put an arm around Holli’s shoulder.

“Don’t let it get you down bro. We’ll still have a fun time. Let’s just go back to heaven, yeah?”

Holli wasn’t too sure about leaving just yet. He was still bothered by the idea of Hal sulking all alone. But something caught his eye. A paper on the coffee table.

“Hold that thought.” Holli said, as he floated over to the table. He pulled out his reading glasses...well glass, in order to examine the paper. “Christmas soup kitchen, 10am-4pm, Volunteers welcome.” He read.

“Aha!” the little messenger exclaimed. “Change of plans everyone!” Holli announced holding up the flyer.

—

Back at the church Hal and a handful of other volunteers were busy preparing meals for whomever ended up taking advantage of the soup kitchen.

“Good work guys! They’re in for a treat.” Hal said. He looked quite pleased.

“It does smell quite heavenly in here.” A voice said from behind him.

Hal turned around and saw Holli, in the form of a human, standing there.

“Holli?!” Hal jumped.

“And friends!” Holli cheered. He stepped to the side to show that the others, all in their own human forms, were there too.

The woman who had greeted Hal earlier came up to him. “Friend’s of yours I assume?”

“Overbearing colleagues to say the least.” He murmured.

Holli wasted no time introducing himself and the others to the rest of the volunteer group. It seemed like each of the angels really hit it off with one of each of the humans.

There wasn’t much left to be done in the kitchen so Holli and the others were sent out to help usher in the visitors as well as serve them. Things went smoothly. Hal tried to focus on getting the people their meals rather than the fact Holli had ignored his request to be left alone. However, He couldn't deny their help was not only appreciated by the other volunteers but the visitors as well.

The whole event went about quite well and the smile plastered on Hal's face made it clear that he was quite jolly about its success.

“Your friends have a knack for this sort of thing it seems.” said the lady. Her and Hal both leaned against the wall and looked over the small crowd. Holli was sitting with a group talking about lord knows what but everyone listening seemed entertained and engaged. Hannah and Harold were grouped with a younger audience, Harold could be seen petting a dog and Hannah was bouncing a little kid on her knee. Hailey was back in the kitchen helping tidy up the mess and the twins, well they were just happy to be able to visit Earth again . Hal nodded, he felt a sense of pride in them all.

“Helping humans comes naturally to them, that's for sure,” he said.

The woman pointed out that his use of the word “human” was a bit odd, but Hal brushed it off saying it was a regional thing.

Holli noticed Hal getting ready to leave so he went up to him and asked where he was off to now. Hal raised an eyebrow feeling a bit smothered. He told Holli he had more work to do that day.

“If you have more stuff like this to do I, we all would love to join. This was very enjoyable!” Holli offered enthusiastically. It was clear Hal was going to turn down the offer, but he caught a glimpse of Harold and Hannah behind Holli. They were talking to the older woman and all three of them looked quite joyful. He cleared his throat and finished wrapping his scarf around his neck.

“I guess if you guys have nothing better to do, you can all come along.”

—

The group all board the bus to make their way to their next destination. Holli suggested they sing some Christmas tunes but Hailey was against this, not wanting to disrupt the other riders and Hal agreed. A little disappointed but understanding, Holli sat back and hummed some of his favorites quietly.

They arrive at their next destination, a quaint little building with a banner reading “toy drive” They all look at Hal, as none of them had toys on hand to donate. However, Hal came prepared. Once inside, Hal pulled out his suitcase, opened it up and began to unpack a bunch of toys. The people who watched him unpack were surprised by just how much he managed to fit within the average sized briefcase.

“Who are you trying to impress here?” Hailey said, looking over Hal’s shoulder. As if to answer her question, a trio of kids walked up to the table that Hal had set all the toys on. They were very excited, The woman who walked in with them had to remind them to pick only one each. Hal looked over at Hailey motioning to the kids. Hailey nodded in approval.

Hope and Harmony were digging through the boxes and examining the toys inside. Their interest was interrupted when a foam projectile hit Hope in the back of the head. The two turned to where the piece of foam came from and they saw the three little kids holding brightly colored toy guns. Hope and Harmony smiled at each other mischievously.

"Hey! Come on guys, come back!" Hannah blurted when she noticed the twins and the other kids running about. They were laughing too loud to hear her.

"Hope! Harmony! Here, now!" Hailey called. This got Hope and Harmony to instantly meet back up with the group.

Hannah told the two to put the toys they had been playing with back but they begged her to let them keep them. She was about to give in, weakened by their puppy dog eyes but then Harold reminded them all they couldn't bring earthly items to heaven. So with a hint of sadness they returned them and waved their newfound friends goodbye.

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They got back on the bus and Holli once again continued to hum. This time Hannah joined in which of course got Harold to jump on the bandwagon as well. Hailey tapped her finger to the rhythm.Their next stop was a hospital. They interacted with the patients and did what they did best, offering reassurance and comfort to those who needed it. One woman asked for them to sing one of her favorite Christmas songs, of course they fulfilled her request. Hal still seemed hesitant to sing but with an encouraging bump from Hannah he joined in. As they walked down the hall towards the exit, Holli peeped into a room with a man laying on his bed. He seemed rather peaceful. He broke off from the group and went into the man’s room. It was very quiet, too quiet. Holli knelt by the man’s bed and took his hand into his. He closed his eyes for a brief moment. Eventually the man began to slowly shuffle in his bed. He looked over at Holli.

“Who are you?” The man asked, his voice barely there. Holli smiled softly.

“We’ll meet again later. You’ve got a family to get back to.” Holli patted the man’s hand and went back to the hall to catch up with the others. Hal waved Holli over to the bus.

“There you are! We were gonna leave ya!”

They no longer felt the need to keep quiet as they rode the bus, they sang out loud and the few other people on the bus sang along. Hal couldn’t help but join in as well. Hannah even brought out her ukulele. Hope and Harmony added their own juvenile twists to the songs.

“Hey you know what we should do? We should go caroling!” Harold suggested excitedly.

Everyone seemed onboard, even Hal. He did not verbally express this, he knew it would be futile to disagree and his disagreement would be dishonest. They all got off the bus once near a quaint looking community and began their caroling as the night grew darker. It was good fun for all and they even scored some hot cocoa. Afterward they decided to walk back to Hal's building since it was nearby. As they walked they continued to sing festive tunes. They arrived just in time as the snow was starting to get really heavy, forcing the group to seek refuge in the building’s dingy little lobby.

“Guess we should be making our way back to heaven now.” Holli said, looking around at the bunch.

“You don’t have to leave just yet.” Hal said, kinda quietly. He felt it necessary to at least offer them a drink, maybe even a meal before they left. So they all went upstairs where Hal prepped a simple yet hearty platter, Hannah offered her assistance. When they finished Harold and the twins helped set the table. It was a rather small table, perfect size for the apartment, so they all sat rather close to one another.

“I think this party turned out better than what I had planned.” Holli said as they prepared to eat. Hal was going to deny that what they were doing was a party, but he didn’t want to waste his breath.

“What’s got you smiling?” Harmony asked.

“Hm? Ah well, not to toot my own horn but I cooked the ham perfectly.” The true reason why he was smiling felt a bit too corny to admit.

Holli looked at him, a knowing smirk on his face.

“I'm glad things turned out this way." Harold beamed. "I was beginning to think you didn’t like helping humans.” He tied his napkin around his neck only to have Hannah remove it and put it on his lap. Hal only shrugged, not really knowing how to respond at the moment.

Holli noticed everyone looked about ready to eat, but before anyone could dig in he expressed his gratitude for the day, his friends and the food before them all.

“Amen.” They said in unison before finally getting into the meal.

Sure it was cold outside, and of course there were still problems out in the world but, at that very moment they were all together, sharing a good meal, and feeling quite warm. Not only on the outside, but on the inside as well thanks to the work they had done that day.

The End :]

[shirohige-pirates]

Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Chapter 6: Brothers

“I don’t know if I can keep up.” You admit with a laugh. You’re sitting in a restaurant that is maybe a little too fancy for your tastes, but you acquiesced, and Marco seemed to know the people who worked there. “So Ace is your brother, but also brothers with two other boys, who are only brothers to him, but again, not by blood. Wait, they exchanged cups when they were like, what? Six?”

Marco chuckles. “Somewhere around there. Cheeky little thieves, yoi.”

“So, you’re the eldest then, mr. ‘I’m ancient’?” You tease.

Marco shakes his head. “Not by age, no. I was the first one Pops adopted, so I ended up filling the role of eldest son, but I’m barely into my forties.”

“A little older than I thought,” you muse, taking another bite of the house salad that precludes your meal.

“Not a little too old, I hope.” There’s a tinge of worry in his voice, but that sure and easy smile seems certain it will only hear good news.

You grin deviously, biting your lower lip suggestively before meeting his gaze. “A little too old for what? This is just a dinner to settle a tab, isn’t it?”

Marco’s face goes pink, and he chuckles a little nervously. “I’m undone by my own words, it seems.”

You smile, licking your lips to help relax your mouth so you can speak. “But no… not too old.” You admit, clearing your throat as the waiter brings your main courses.

“I hope you won’t have to sleep at the office every time I want to take you on a date, yoi.” He teases and you nearly choke on your water.

“N-no, of course not.” You assure him, as you compose yourself. “These last few days were just bah-er… unique.” You correct and then start laughing. You have a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter so you don’t disrupt other diners, and Marco gives you an inquisitive look.

“Sorry, it’s nuh-nothing really.” You say, almost losing it to another giggle fit. “It’s just a silly thought.”

“I’d love to hear it.” He says evenly. The tone of his voice, the slight smile on his face, the way those hooded eyes looked at you, was dangerous. Disarming too, and you found yourself willing to share.

“I’m just imagining introducing you. ‘This is Dr. Marco, I met him during the worst day of my life’.” You say, making a little motion with your hands and raising your voice half an octave.

It’s Marco’s turn to nearly choke, almost spitting out what he was eating and taking a second to compose himself. Despite the hand covering most of his face you can tell he’s gone pink, and he’s having a hard time looking at you.

“I warned you,” you say with a laugh.

He nods, hand over his mouth a moment longer as he tried to calm the blush out of his cheeks. Clearing his throat, he sniffs a little before letting out a soft chuckle.

“I was expecting silly,” he asserts, blush darkening on his face again despite his efforts. “Not endearing, yoi.”

It’s your turn to be flustered, and you turn your attention to your meal. The best part of having dinner with someone is that there was always something to help distract you from that other person when you needed a minute. Since it was rude to talk with your mouth full, all you had to do was keep putting food in your mouth and you could buy yourself a moment or two.

“So, if you don’t mind my asking, how many brothers do you have?” You question after a few moments of quiet eating. You’ve both had a chance to move past your earlier flustered states.

“Thirty-seven.” He says evenly and you drop your fork.

“Thir-thirty-seven?” You had expected a big number, a dozen or so maybe, but not triple that. “Holidays must be completely bonkers.”

An amused chuckle escapes him. “Most every day is a little bonkers.” He admits. “I’m not even sure how many nieces and nephews I have since Thatch took things over. It was forty-two just from my siblings who had married and started having kids.”

He takes a bite of food, mostly to give you a chance to process everything before he continues. “Most of them moved to other cities, or islands altogether. We do a full reunion about every five years, but we usually take over Heun. It works out well.”

“Heun… No way, are you telling me that your family reunions are why Heun hasn’t needed help the last…” You start to count years in your head and you and Marco answer at the same time.

“Nine years.”

You’re quiet for a moment as you process what’s going on. “Ivankov failed to mention that Heun was off the records because of a single large family.” You say flatly after a moment.

Marco smiles. “In a manner of speaking, Ivan was the reason we chose Heun.” He admits. “I didn’t realize that’s who you worked for, but when you said donations now it makes sense.”

“Ivan’s never said he’s friends with the head vet at the animal hospital either.” You say flatly. “Not that she knew I was coming to dinner with you specifically.”

“If it makes it less surreal, I’m not directly friends with Ivan.” He says evenly. “Both of Ace’s other brothers are, and Ivan and one of my… we’ll say brothers to keep it easy, was also an associate. That old reptile hasn’t been around since the first reunion, but that connection is effectively how we ended up doing what we did.”

“So… you guys load up a big barge, water, seeds, cloth, booze and food, and party hard for a couple weeks while supplying the island?”

Marco nods. “We send yearly supplies outside of that.” He admits. “You ever send stuff to Sphinx Island?”

“In the New World? Oh yeah.”

He points with his fork. “That’s the trade. Ivan has international connections that are tried and tested. He keeps Pops’ home island on his radar, and we take care of Heun.”

“With Thirty-seven brothers, you certainly have enough hands to do it too.” You admit. “Your family has sailing experience then, I take it?”

Marco nods. “It was… years ago. Back before Roger changed the world with the One Piece.”

Didn’t change it enough. You grumble internally, but keep it to yourself. That Roger changed the world for the better was undeniable, but the change wasn’t enough. The world really needed a true revolution, a liberation from the top down. Roger managed to improve the world before an incurable disease took his life, but you always felt it would’ve been better for him to pass the torch, instead of trying to carry it.

But, it was what it was. Roger’s choices had left you with little hope, but it wasn’t like he made his decision knowing your situation.

Marco cleared his throat. “My apologies, I know that can be a heavy topic.”

“It’s alright. That’s, it’s - I mean, you don’t have to answer, but why Lvneel? If you and your family were sailors, why settle down here?”

He nearly laughs. “We didn’t come straight here, yoi. We’ve been on Lvneel, oh, I guess almost twenty years, but for a couple years we still sailed.” He looks a little melancholy and sighs. “The world changed so much, and stayed the same in a lot of ways, but in the end, fate brought us here and we settled in. Lvneel’s a good place. It was much less of a city when we first got here, yoi.”

He takes a bite of food, and you can see the tips of his ears go pink before he speaks again. “It’s certainly worked out well, so far.”

The sweet shiver that goes down your back pulls a soft, awkward chuckle from your lips, despite your efforts, and you focus on your meal pointedly for a few minutes. It’s delicious, thankfully, and once your heart stops trying to beat a dent into your rib cage you manage to shift the conversation.

For better or worse your chosen topic is likely to put you right back where you were a moment ago, but you think it might be like a bandage. Ripping it free will break some of the building tension and you spare yourself lingering anticipation.

“So, Dr. Marco,” you say with a crooked smile, trying desperately to mask your nerves. “What did you have in mind for our first non-obligatory date.”

He smiles and for a split second it almost feels like you’ve been pinned to the wall. “How do you feel about surprises, yoi?”

You almost laugh. “I’d say it depends on the surprise.” You admit. “Surprise hospital bill, not high up on my list. Surprise date that doesn’t end, say, in a hospital… certainly higher up the list.”

“What’re your Saturdays like, yoi?” He prompts with a smile.

“Mostly open. I usually go into the office for a couple hours, but it’s not required.” You answer. “Yours?”

“Minimal staff, no appointments. We generally only do discharges, if anything.” He explains. “I usually go in just to avoid being called in if something unexpected happens. But, by 3pm I could be at your place, yoi.”

“To… go somewhere?” You prompt, uncertainty and, well, nerves wasn’t really the right word. There was a part of you that wasn’t sure you’d oppose making out on your couch with this man a scant few days after having met him.

His willpower better be better than yours though, or things wouldn’t stop on the couch.

He nods. “To go somewhere.” He says reassuringly. “If you wanted to invite me in, though, I wouldn’t decline, yoi.” You look up and catch the gaze looking back at you. It was relaxed as ever, hooded eyes open just enough you could feel the unexpectedly sharp gaze root you to the spot.

Something in those eyes did not carry the promise of gentlemanly behavior.

You swallow thickly, taking a drink of water almost reflexively.

“I’m guessing the where is the surprise part then?” You question and he nods. “That’s quite the gamble.”

“Oh?”

You hum. “You barely know me, what if you take me some place I can’t stand? What if I don’t like movie theaters, or long walks on the beach.” You put quotes around the last phrase, rolling your eyes a little. “Maybe I’m allergic to ice cream. The whole day could turn into a disaster.”

“The second worst day of your life, yoi?” He questions with a smile.

“Pfft,” your earlier sarcasm breaks, and you laugh. “Well played doctor, well played.”

Marco hums a little in response.

The rest of the meal goes smoothly. You and Marco talk about nothing at all really. The weather, your work schedules. You decide to go on your surprise date in a week. Saturday’s right around the corner and you still have plenty of work to deal with, so the next one after is best.

You exchange phone numbers, and even plan to meet at Sanji’s café for lunch when work allows for it. Little details weaving between the fabric of the lives you both currently live.

Maybe you’re not as busy as you always thought you were. Maybe it’s that you’re all rough edges and biting wit. Maybe you and Kid were just a bad mix. And Daz, and Galette – though admittedly those two were only in Lvneel on business, and you hadn’t intended to leave the island. Some of your relationships had been just kind of doomed like that. Fukaboshi was a fishman with responsibilities heavy enough to try and drag you under, but it hadn’t been a bad summer that year.

In between there was always Kid.

He wasn’t a bad guy. Him, Killer, Heat and Wire ran a successful business, one you’d benefited from more than once. You fit so poorly, off and on, for so long, that you had started to think there was simply something wrong with you. Some deficiency or flaw that you couldn’t smooth down enough to make it work.

But he didn’t flinch. He didn’t hit a rough edge and growl, or pull his hand back. What little wit you’d thrown at him he’d taken in stride, and returned skillfully.

Kid was straight forward and crude. You knew within moments that he wanted to get to know you, he’d said as much in words heavy with lust and fire. If nothing else, you never had to wonder what was on Kid’s mind, or what he wanted. Which had been refreshing at first, a change of pace from people who seemed either timid or falsely polite.

Marco’s words hadn’t been crude, or timid, and there wasn’t any ulterior motive in his politeness. But yet he had still been direct in his desires. Without a single crude word, or wandering hand.

As you walked up to your door, the sun dipping low, you knew you could invite him inside and he would say yes. You knew dessert had been a while ago, but his lips would still taste sweet. You knew that his steady manner and even cadence would slip you so easily from your clothes, and you would happily drown in it.

There was no need to guess.

He put the car in park and got out, walking up to the door with you, a few paces behind, hands tucked in his pockets. The air was chill enough that your breath came out in little white puffs, catching the last few glimmers of the setting sun, and picking up the orange yellow glow of the streetlamps.

“Walking me to my door, you’re quite the gentleman, doc.” You muse, putting your back to the door and giving him a smile. You weren’t quite at eye level with him, despite the step up from walkway to porch. He gives you a smile, relaxing his shoulders and letting his coat drop down a little. You could see the chill run across his skin as little bumps formed, and remembered scrubs weren’t exactly warm.

“It’s purely selfish.” He says, reaching out for a hand you were offering him before you even realized what you were doing. He brings your fingers up to his lips bending down a little, but still keeping his eyes on yours as you feel the blood rush up to your face.

“Until next time, Miss (Y/N).” He says softly, before placing a kiss against your fingers.

“Ah… in… indeed.” You manage as he straightens back up, giving you a warm smile before going back to his car.

It took you a moment to remember how keys worked, but you got inside and realized he didn’t leave the drive until you were safe inside the house. Whether he lingered a minute longer in case you needed something, or because he didn’t want to leave, you couldn’t say.

[onegianthotmess]

This is very long, but I love my new babie so BEH!!!

Meet Jaqueline Deadlington! (It’s not Darlington, it’s DEAD-lington). She’s from a small village hidden deep in the forests that surround Briar Valley and is called the Pumpkin Queen due to her parents being the founders of said village. She’s often seen during the day with her parasol since her skin is quite pale and burns very easily.

Jaqueline is a type of fae called Grimm Fae that live much shorter lives than most fae, but live on in the afterlife for hundreds of years after their deaths. Though, Jaqueline is chronologically about 2,000 years old even though she’s physically about 100 years in age. This is due to her being hidden in her family crypt and preserved by magic as an infant when her home was being raided well over a millennium ago. She was eventually released about a century ago out of her family’s crypt and was deemed the Pumpkin Queen by the people due to her parents being the founders of the town. And though Jaqueline enjoyed her spooky town, she did get very bored after doing the same thing all day every day for about a century. So she was incredibly happy when she received a black carriage from NRC and she immediately accepted it. She got sorted into Diasomnia and has been fascinated by all of the new things she’s seen since enrolling in NRC.

Jaqueline can get bored easily if she follows a monotonous schedule or routine, so she tries to talk to new people once every few days or change something in her routine to keep herself entertained, whether it be a new food to try or take a different route to Crewel’s room.

Jaqueline is very cheerful and hyperfixates on anything new that catches her eye, from foods to new clothes to new people. She can get a bit too focused on something new and take it a bit too far, but she does always apologize and try to make up for it. Jaqueline doesn’t mean to obsess and hyperfixate on things all the time, it just happens!

But, on the upside, Jaqueline cares very deeply about her friends and gets very upset if people are rude to them. She will begin lecturing the person being rude on curtesy and manners and tries to avoid violence where she can, but will use it if the situation calls for it. After all, she is a Queen with good manners and will not tolerate anything but that.

Jacqueline also find first years fascinating! Being a second year, she’s never dealt with first years before and is incredibly excited to be seen as an upperclassman! She’s always so happy to give advice to first years and loves learning more about them and getting to know them. She doesn’t want to come off as pushy, but she’s just so excited to meet so many new people that are so different from the norm she’s so used to. For example, she tries to help Deuce with his homework and she will help Epel brush up on his etiquette and whatnot. Though, Sebek is intriguing to her, especially his reactions to Jaqueline simply asking Mealodie how her day was.

Jaqueline also has quite the sweet tooth and loves frozen desserts much like Malleus and Mealodie, though she prefers shaved ice to ice cream. She also loves pumpkin desserts like pies and cakes, but she also loves gingerbread and cherry deserts. All she’d ever had for desserts were pumpkin and chocolate back home, so she jumped at the opportunity to try every new dessert she could. Jaqueline will also regularly visit Trey and ask him about baking and help him, too. She also pays him for making sweets for her even when he refuses the money because she knows that supplies can be expensive and Trey sometimes has to pay for ingredients with his own money and he worked so hard to bake.

And Jaqueline is fascinated by the new holidays she’s been experiencing! In her town, only Halloween was celebrated, which is also Jaqueline’s birthday, so she really only celebrated one holiday before coming to NRC. Evangeline’s Day, Christmas, New Years, and everything in between fascinates and awes her to no end! She always asks Lilia about the holidays and he’s very happy to answer her questions. Though, Lilia does try to fool Jaqueline about the holiday she’s asking about sometimes, but Silver always obliviously corrects him because he thought Lilia was getting things mixed up on accident.

Oh, and Jaqueline basically believes in the opposite of bad luck superstitions! She believes them to be good luck charms and always tries to fulfill them before any important event! She tries to walk under ladders when she comes across one that is set up, spill salt anytime she uses it, she breaks a mirror every seven years on her birthday, she makes sure to open her umbrella inside whenever it’s raining out or if it’s really hot/sunny because she burns really easily with her pale skin, she always rocks the empty chair in her room before she falls asleep, she always whistles at night if she ever goes on a nighttime walk, and Jaqueline will squeal with absolute delight if a black cat comes across her path; that is the ultimate sign of good luck where she’s from!

It’s also the reason why she has her own pet cat in her dorm room! She also has a dog bed with a food bowl next to it and both are always empty. Jaqueline says it’s for her childhood puppy, who’s been dead for decades, to come and sleep whenever he visits, though people think she’s a little bit crazy for saying that. But, some nights students say that they can hear barking coming from her room…

Overall, Jaqueline is very friendly, enthusiastic, and sweet but will bite back and use violence if she deems it necessary.

[pocketizz]

Hellooooo! This is kinda a long post today but it’s a dump of a lot of stuff and some ig ‘backstory’ to one of my friends… Enjoy!

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I was meant to go into work today (only volunteering at a charity shop) But i got no sleep last night so i didn’t go 😔 went into town anyways with my mum to get some bits for the house, also got my dad a toblerone bc his birthday is soon!

i got him a wine bottle holder that’s in the shape of a car for his main gift (he wanted it i don’t get the appeal tho). He’s made a little man cave for himself at the house, made his own bar and a pool table that turns into a flat table to play ping pong on (it’s v cool) he also makes all his own wine now???? Not complaining tho, he’s got so many bottles it means i can steal one or two here and there without him noticing :P

Speaking of alcohol, I got invited to go to a party with my friends and their freinds this friday but i said my mum wouldn’t let me go bc i didn’t want to hang around a bunch of people i hardly know, get drunk, and then have to get either a bus home or call my mum whilst drunk and i didn’t want either of them :P

My ex-girlfriend (let’s call her H) has been msging me a lot recently, she wants to meet up in aug when she’s back from a holiday. I don’t reallyyyyyyy want to… I love her (as a friend now) but she’s been pretty rude to my bsf and her bf recently (my bsf ‘S’ Her bf ‘Al’). She told both sides that the other was $hing bc of being in a relationship and how ‘stressful’ it was. Although S has struggled w that before and currently, she was not doing so bc of a relationship, and Al doesn’t and hasn’t????? H is just such a liar honestly, it’s been the same since we first met, she’ll just make shit up: one example of this was when we were in yr9, she told me that a girl in our yr had called me ‘fat and ugly’ so she punched this girl in the face (in front of other people), gave her a black eye, and told her to go to the nurse and say that she’d just walked into a door or fallen over or smth.

Reasons i know this is fake/a fat lie:

1. She supposedly did it in front of others, if this was the case it would be a big thing, my whole yr were pretty close at the time so this story would’ve spread quickly. I never heard anything about it happening.

2. H would not tell me who it was. I was genuinely upset and surprised that someone had said that abt me, and wanted to know who had said that so i could either confront them or just stay clear away from them. She made it into some sort of game, where i had to guess who it was who’d said it. This upset me even more so she told me it was sm1 who i went to primary with. For the rest of the week i scouted out every single person at that school who went to the same primary as me to see if anyone had a black eye or looked injured but no one did.

3. When i asked H about it more recently she told me it was this girl called ‘T’ …. i hadn’t spoken to T since at least yr3 and had never interacted with her in secondary school, why she would care abt what i looked like makes no sense… H also supposedly had a crush on T during yr10, why she would have a crush on a girl she punched in the face i have no idea…

So i doubt that really happened. She also just lies about little stupid things, the sports she plays, the careers she has/had, Apparently she was supposed to play Enid Bingham (the emo one) from stranger things but she turned the roll down bc of school (she would’ve been 11/12 at the time of casting, enid is supposed to be 16/17) (maybe, idk but a lot older than 12) and supposedly she’s been in tons of films and shows but she just doesn’t want to tell anyone what she’s been in…. sureeeee

You should see some of the shit she sends me jesus christ, all of that soppy shit on tt like the ‘This is how i see you’ slideshows that are art pieces, don’t get me wrong it was cute when we were dating, but now that we’re not i find it kinda weird. i should tell her but knowing her she would cause some shite bc of it.

Recently she blocked everyone on our gc for ‘no reason’, S then asked on this gc ‘So you blocked us and made us upset and worried for you for ‘no reason’?’ she got PISSED at this ( copy and pasted from the gc)

‘You don’t get to do that’

‘You don’t get to guilt trip me and make it all about yourself that’s not right’

She wasn’t guilt tripping??? She was upset for a valid reason and worried about you for a valid reason (H has struggled with their MH before as well as $uicidal thoughts ect so people are (RIGHTFULLY) worried when she blocks everyone and drops off the face of the earth for a day!

When i msged her later asking why she blocked everyone she said (copy and pasted again)

‘It’s just so I don’t get careless and start upsetting people cause I’ve been a bit short recently so I’m like punishing myself’

Which sucks don’t get me wrong, i don’t want her to feel as though she has to ‘punish’ herself bc she’s had a short fuse atm (probably bc she’s stressed from gcse season) But how can you say this after doing the exact thing you just said you didn’t want to do?!?!!!! i didn’t respond to that msg bc it just pissed me off seeing it after she had been so rude to S…

(Quick lore dump of me and H’s friend/relationship)

- Became friends in yr9 through two mutual friends

- i had a fat crush on her in yr9 and so did she but we never said anything

- She then dated my bsf and i felt v awkward abt being around them both

- Yr 10 a mutual ‘Friend’ drove us apart

- End of yr10, this ‘Friend’ was a pos who ‘Exiled’ (their words not mine) me and my friend (we’ll call her ‘K’) from our friend group for not hanging out with M (the ‘friend’ for less than 3 days…)

-end of yr 10 Me and H are friends again ‼️‼️‼️

- (yr 11) At S’s house for a sleepover, both drunk and during truth or dare she gets asked by sm1 ‘what’s the longest you’ve ever had a crush on sm1?’ She says just under 3yrs. How long had we been friends? Just under 3 yrs, coinky dink i think not.

- One thursday i do drugs for the first time (in school ik please don’t judge i was going through it) I feel like shit all day, passing out being sick ect but refuse to go home. Next day i stay off bc im coming down and still feel like shit. Sat morning i get a big confession text from her ‘i’ve liked you forever i feel bad hiding it from you i don’t like lying to you’ (but she does…. so often…) later that month we’re dating. It’s awkward. It’s horrible. She never talks to me in person and always avoids me which takes skill bc we go to the same school and are in a lot of the same lessons so???? She wants a ‘break’ bc GCSEs will be stressful, i say ‘let’s just break up then’ bc i was pissed at her for doing it over text rather than to my face, a few gcse’s later me and S are walking around town after an exam and she tells me ‘H really wants to ask you out again and is just wating for exams to be over’ I say ‘ew’ i msg her saying ‘i don’t want to be in a relationship with you again, im saying this now so i don’t have to potentially turn you down face to face in the future’

She says okay i’ll stop

She doesn’t, she keeps on being flirty sending me texts about how much she loves me or misses me (it’s so much worse if she gets drunk) and i try my best to let her down gently each time but she never seems to get the hint.

So yeah!

Now you know a little bit more about me and H :0

I’ll write some more tomorrow but for now i’m going to bed!

Good night anyone reading, i hope you’ve had a great day you deserve it! <3

[bad0mens]

Yesterday was an emotional day for me and not in a good way.

Under the cut because I need it out.

I'm not sure what the 'inciting' incident was, or if there even was one. I think it was honestly just a build up of working retail during the holidays where I'm inundated with people who are rude and impatient and it's been getting to me. My situation at home isn't a bad one. But I constantly feel the 'quiet older middle child syndrome' as well as 'high masking autistic adult who is largely self sufficient disorder'. So I feel like in some ways, I fall through the cracks in the minds of my family. They don't feel they need to worry about me because I'm usually good at taking care of myself.

The problem arises here. In a lot of ways, especially yesterday, I felt like an after thought to my own family. Allow me to explain.

Three of the specific things that got me yesterday, and maybe they sound petty, were:

1. We drove three hours there, expecting a short event packed with lots of people but it was instead a long event packed with people and my social battery is all but dead on my off days because it has to work on my on days. I was able to keep myself mostly sane by working on fics and keeping my earplugs in because my family, especially my younger sister, is very loud. I want to spend time with my family on the holidays, but I also want to relax and be comfortable when the tense of working this time of year is finally starting to ebb.

2. There was a lot of food to go around... But only about 3 things I could actually eat. Mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, and stuffing. You may notice there is no protein or real vegetables in any of those options. I've been a vegetarian for going on 20 years. This isn't something new for my family. My mother and younger sister did the cooking and thought to make the stuffing safe for me to eat. But that was it. The worst part of this is, I also forgot to even bring myself something like that to cook, so it's really on me as well (which is a part of the problem I'll get to in a moment).

3. I had two presents to unwrap. I know how ungrateful this sounds. But it's not about the number of presents. It's really not. I got things I asked for and I am grateful for them! It's a chunk of the larger problem, though. There was lots of presentation and fun in other people's gifts. One of mine was thrown haphazardly in a bag with nothing to cover it. The other was a wrapped cardboard box with the item inside.

Normally, any of these one things by themselves is fine, but emotions were running high after a season of working retail (not to mention I got in an argument with my boomer father who started the "no one wants to work these days" that I had to shut down pretty hard").

The problem was that, even on this day about family, I was an after thought. And the problem stems from my own behavior. I'm a helper, I care about other people, I put other people first, constantly. So constantly that I almost never put myself first. So no one else thinks to either. I'm not asking to be the specialist girl at Christmas. I'm asking to feel like I'm cared about as more than a "oh shit we can't forget about--".

I don't put myself first, so why should anyone else? I brush off this behavior in myself and others as fine. I pick pieces of myself apart to try and help other people feel whole when I've never felt whole in my entire life. And the worst part, the most painful part, is that I've ultimately done this to myself.

I sat at the dinner table, feeling alien and broken and alone surrounded by my own family, simultaneously dissociating and trying not to cry. It was my college graduation all over again, when weeks before my father reminded me that art degrees were functionally useless and I was wasting my time and money after a lifetime of hearing the lie that I could be whatever I wanted to be if I worked hard enough. It was that moment all over again. But amplified. It felt like everyone was in on the joke now.

And I still played to other people's comfort. I did not cry about it no matter how increasingly painful it became until 4 hours later when I was finally at home and my older sister asked me what was wrong. And I finally said something. I told her I felt like an after thought.

But it isn't until this moment, nearly 10 hours later, that I'm realizing the truth of it.

Who's going to put me first when I never put me first? Why would anyone bother? I don't. And after what feels like a lifetime of putting other people before myself, I'm left with the fact that my family can't be blamed. I did this to myself.

[the-firebird69]

We heard the guy yesterday saying it over and over our son doesn't notice it he had a bunch of cabbage and it's not really the problem but he's a huge idiot so coming down on him today and we got disgusted and we are now going to get rid of the idiot

-on top of his crimes on us to try and find us he became a huge a****** and liability to about 70% of the world today and they start noticing it was him again and he wants to go up and watch his skulls and clear territory. The last time you did it only about 20 spells that landed and they were near his cities and his people are decimated and the cities were useless and we had to flatten them any contaminated a whole bunch of area which we decontaminated in about 3 days so he's a loser and he thought he made the city uninhabitable and he did and we didn't care about it. So are we going to do now is we're going to make sure that he doesn't get away with that kind of crap again and we are going to hit his ships as they exit Saturn's rings and blow him and the skulls to smithereens he is a rude disgusting homo and he just went and collected them and didn't even ask them questions it is a fool and he said he had data and he lied and he is a big liar and he does not do anything that's effective but the whole point is we are going to take action today and a lot of it

-and we also are planning to do other things to him or for him messing around with our son today and yesterday and his Non-Stop Indian attitude towards him we're going to polish him off as we say you have no right to do that to him and you'll pay with your life and you do and you're getting your brains blown out Trump as well as your clan and your family and you can keep talking but we're going to do it to you tonight and it happens to the b**** every week and she shows up at the mall retarded and she can't figure it out 1.8 said you're bothering me to get hit. She saying oh no it's a dream there should be a nightmare cuz you don't have it and she said oh she finally idiot Trump ratting on her he found him doing it and is killing him herself so is Alicia and Tricia and Sarah and there's more women doing it and you can believe and they hate them they ruin the data at the post office and they're going after them for it and it's going to spread to the hospitals.

-there's a large number of people that are volunteering during the holidays to work at hospitals and we have a lot of candy stripers who went in and we're pulling out data and it's starting a little war there and people are sending cards from the post office to the hospital and they're getting intercepted and some are going to the hospital and are not distributed and then going after them there but it is really asking people to do is it during the holidays you're a relative is in the hospital is alone the place is Stark and it's cold and the walls are very hard and it's a lonely place to be and they put you with people with strangers or your enemies as an excuse to bring your health down and they need to visitations and they need people to see how they're doing is perfectly legal for you to go into the hospital to visit people who are there and to talk to them even in the mental hospital and you will collect bugs from the hospital but that is where the majority of the gold and the silver is.

It's a wise thing to say so we're going to publish

Thor Freya

Olympus

And yeah like 60% to 70% of the hospitals are run by trumpsters and they're just after the Gold and the silver and money Thor Freya

I'm proud of my husband I do have things to add if you go to the hospital say hello to your relative and they're doing badly trying to check them out and see what the attitude is I did it with my husband when I was his girlfriend and they wouldn't let him out and I'll tell you what I was very upset and they made me very angry treats me around and would not let me near the hospital they were chasing me around and I started to fire them and I fart a lot of them and it was not enough firing millions was not enough

Colleen powers

[lifewiththelulus]

Birch got it for her the first day she let Kindlin take charge of things

She wears it during special events like holidays or days they have a big sale

She definitely sings all the songs from drama club she learned while she bakes.

I can see them in the kitchen alone and Kindlin absent mindedly starts to sing a duet they did together in highschool and they both end up singing it together at full volume while they frost cakes

Using their spoons as microphones XD

They so would.

Omg If a customer is ever rude to Cirrus Kindlin will step in and is polite but her flames absolutely turn purple until they leave She's slow to anger but has her moments

At least Cirrus is good at acting so she can handle most annoying customers, but when she has her bad days Kin would be there.

Kindlin moving in behind Cirrus to grab her hand to help her chop fruit when she knows damn well Cirrus already knows how to chop. XD

PFFF omg yes she absolutely would "Here lemme help" Hugs her from behind and helps her start chopping slowly She knows what she's doing XD

Cirrus just rolls her eyes and leans into her

Ohh After a long day of hard work they're both a mess and totally drained Kindlin locks up the shop and turns off the lights But instead of heading straight to bed she takes Cirrus hands and just starts to slow dance with her without a word in the middle of the empty bakery, the only light coming from her flames and the passing cars outside. It's just a quiet, peaceful moment in their new life.

Kindlin is gonna do everything in her power to make sure Cirrus feels at home there. Birch and Sequoia are right behind her on that. I imagine Birch probably frequently checks in on Cirrus to see if she needs anything , considering the reason she moved in. Sequoia is a little awkward at first but he does suggest a few books when he finds out she likes theater

Once Cirrus is out of her depression, she starts trying to make her own original pastries in her free time, hoping to make something to bring in more customers to help update the place, maybe finally getting security cameras or fixing one of the oven's doors.

Birch and Kindlin both squeal with delight when they find out she's been experimenting and they're all over asking her what she did and how she came up with it XD They're both very enthusiastic about learning how to make what Cirrus comes up with.

Cirrus used to complain that air people's food is always soft and she used to get really jealous that she could never eat anything crispy or crunchy, so she's trying to figure out how to use air ingredients to make biscuits.

Ohhhh what if she made cloud cakes then froze them rapidly in liquid nitrogen? Make like an icy crunchy puff ball

Gasp! They could be like lucky charms marshmallows!

Poor Kindlin can't make them for her XD They'd disappear as soon as she touched it lol

The one treat she can't make for her gf She has hundreds of recipes but this one thing devastates her because she knows Cirrus likes it XD

Kindlin surprises her by closing the shop for the weekend so they can go see a musical that takes like 6 months advance for a reservation

And after they go to dinner Kindlin was going to propose then but dinner turns into a disaster

So they finally get home, giggling and chatting about the night they had When Kindlin stops them at the front door and gets a serious expression. She turns to Cirrus taking both of her cloudy hands and a deep breath "Cirrus, you make me happy. I wanna make you happy too, every day, right here. I want this to be our home and build our future here. I wish there were more words for me to explain just how much you mean to me." She gets on on knee and pulls out a ring "So let me show you instead. Cirrus, will you marry me?"

Cirrus goes full rain cloud, crying happy tears. She tries to calm down so she can hug Kindlin without getting her all wet.

Kindlin hugs her anyways, not minding the slight sting of water as she picks her up and spins her around before kissing her deeply

[vidrphotography]

Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) Courthouse Elopement

~Vibrant Fall Elopement at Wake County Justice Center on Day of the Dead~

As a wedding photographer, my favorite types of weddings to capture are those that are unique and specific to a couple and their relationship, and Socrates and Frida's was just that. I was so excited to photograph Socrates and Frida among the fall colors and document their wedding on Día de los Muertos. Unfortunately, things don't always go as planned and you end up sick in bed with the flu, searching for an associate photographer who is available last minute, and missing out on shooting an event I was really looking forward to. Enter Bri, of Freckled Photography and Film Co., who stepped in to ensure that Socrates and Frida's memories would be captured flawlessly.

I feel like an underlying theme of this wedding was unexpected changes to plan, because not only was I unable to attend at the last minute, but the courthouse ceremony was not even the original plan. They had spent the past year planning a big overseas wedding with friends and family overseas, but with the required documentation they instead decided on a civil ceremony at the Wake County Courthouse and a party overseas later. The elopement then big party later is a great, flexible plan, that I have noticed more and more couples opting for lately. It's actually what me and my husband did for our wedding!  Considering the change in plans, Socrates knew it was important to Frida to have the day documented, and so hired me and Bri as a surprise to help document the day.

Both Socrates and Frida grew up in the Dominican Republic (but actually met in the US during college), and decided to get married on a culturally significant day, November 2nd, the day of the dead. Día de los Muertos is not on Halloween as some people think, the magistrate at the courthouse actually argued with Socrates and Frida, saying it wasn't the day of the dead, and was from what I heard being extremely rude towards them. Everyone moved on and didn't seem to let it bother them, and I'm not trying to be a downer in the blog post, so I'll move on as well. In keeping with the spirit of the holiday, the couple were adorned in the iconic La Catrina makeup. La Catrina and the makeup has come to symbolize many things, life and death, beauty, tradition, and remembrance; and so its use in Socrates and Frida's wedding honors the past, their loved ones, and the couple's journey and future together.

Following the courthouse ceremony, Socrates and Frida ventured to Dorothea Dix Park. Its sprawling landscapes and fall foliage was the perfect backdrop for some couple's photos. The fall colors mirrored the vibrancy of the La Catrina makeup, and Frida's handmade paper flowers.

In the end, it's a reminder that even when life takes an unexpected turn, things can still work out beautifully. As their photographer, even though I couldn't be there physically, I'm grateful to Bri for capturing the essence of their journey and allowing me to be a part of their day. Without sounding too cheesy, I'm glad to have participated and been able to edit the photos of their Dia de los Muertos elopement celebrating a love defying distance, challenges, and even a global pandemic.

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Associate Photographer: Freckled Photography and Film Co Venue: Wake County Justice Center and Dorothea Dix Park Raleigh NC

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