#confession 2302

[western-magical-girl-confessions]

“At this point, I just think both Chloe stans who dislike Marinette and Marinette stans who dislike Chloe are just giant hypocrites. They constantly take up for their faves, but then talk trash about the other and always compare them to their fav to make them seem better by compassion. Both Marinette and Chloe have done both right and wrong, and denying that makes you look like a hypocrite lol You can’t hate on Marinette and call her unfair, a shitty person, irresponsible and having toxic behavior and then turn around and wish Chloe to be the main protagonist instead despite similar reasons (and same way around). It can’t only be right just because your bias. It’s even their both right or their both wrong. It’s not a one-way street??? 

If you just personally like Chloe over Marinette or vice versa, that’s perfectly fine. But it means it’s YOUR preference, that doesn’t mean that it’s the best decision for the plot. I do admit though that I personally think that both characters have depth in their own way lol Marinette sometimes doesn’t show behavior of someone that we should be routing for, but I can give her a pass because she usually means well and has a big weight on their shoulders for a girl her age (14). Also, she’s not only a child, but also a flawed protagonist, not a bad one. There’s a difference. Yes, Chloe’s a cruel, egotistical, selfish and vain bully, but for the most part I can also give her a pass because I blame the adults in her life more than her, she has a crappy parent, another that enables her, and she’s still a child that needs to learn and grow. 

And that’s thing; it’s fine if you like chaotic/flawed characters, I just wish the fandom would hold their favs more accountability for their actions. I also think you shouldn’t shame others for liking one of the girls, but then you turn around and like the other and act like she doesn’t do wrong. It’s double standards lol” 

[sisitrip]

NanoWriMo - 2023

Word Count Check In: Day 7

Traditional Route: 1667

Sisi’s Route: 2302 (Goal) - Written (2338) (+36) [[18,767 Total]]

Better. Engaged the breaks a little. On pace and not running ahead to burn out. Day 7 finds my behind a bit more settled. Not as scared either.

But, I have a confession. Outline and scene cards, yes you, I know this is sudden and we haven't known each long or all that well. But, when I look at you, when I see you, I feel like I could fly. I guess what I'm saying is ... I think I'm in love with you lol.

*Yeah, I'm losing it lol.

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

And I'm Stuck in the Friend Zone Again and Again

And I'm Stuck in the Friend Zone Again and Again by EmoQuilt28

Hanta Sero had a serious problem. While it wasn't a problem he would say was that bad, it was slowly killing him.

“I'm so sorry, Shouto. He doesn't deserve you.” Hanta sighed.

“Thank you, Hanta. You always make me feel better. I'm getting tired, can I call you again tomorrow night?” “You can call me whenever you need to, you know that. Good night, sleep well.”

“Good night. You too.”

Hanta sighed as Shouto hung up the phone. It was always the same song and dance, Shouto would call, he would tell him what he wanted to hear, and then he would get left in the friendzone every time.

Words: 2302, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sero Hanta, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina

Relationships: Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Based on a 5 Seconds of Summer Song, Breakup, Love Confessions, Sero Hanta-centric, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, Song: Heartbreak Girl (5 Seconds of Summer), Bakugou Katsuki is a Little Shit, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, sero hanta is in love

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44749403

[sero-pairo]

And I'm Stuck in the Friend Zone Again and Again

by EmoQuilt28

Hanta Sero had a serious problem. While it wasn’t a problem he would say was that bad, it was slowly killing him.

“I’m so sorry, Shouto. He doesn’t deserve you.” Hanta sighed.

“Thank you, Hanta. You always make me feel better. I’m getting tired, can I call you again tomorrow night?” “You can call me whenever you need to, you know that. Good night, sleep well.”

“Good night. You too.”

Hanta sighed as Shouto hung up the phone. It was always the same song and dance, Shouto would call, he would tell him what he wanted to hear, and then he would get left in the friendzone every time.

Words: 2302, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of This Plot Has Been Brought to You by 5SOS

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sero Hanta, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina

Relationships: Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Based on a 5 Seconds of Summer Song, Breakup, Love Confessions, Sero Hanta-centric, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, Song: Heartbreak Girl (5 Seconds of Summer), Bakugou Katsuki is a Little Shit, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, sero hanta is in love

from AO3 works tagged 'Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto', https://ift.tt/L8mulSg

[miraculousladybug-confessions]

“I hope they give creative reasons to give everybody in the class a miraculous.” 

[mc-lukanette]

MC-Lukanette’s “No Context November” 2021 Masterpost

` = ficlet

* = one-shot (or close to being a one-shot if a few paragraphs/a little more context were added)

^ = part of a larger AU/hypothetical story

{AO3 link for No Context November}

(Halloween bonus) ^ (2302 words) - Nightmare Scenario [Nightmares] [Twisting Canon/Canon is Twisted (take your pick)] [Confession] [Kiss]

In which Marinette has a nightmare about her multiplying Adrien pictures.

Day 1 ` (897 words) - {Lukanette} [Minor Injuries] [Luka and Marinette Are Childhood Friends] [Confession] [Kiss]

Marinette has always had a tendency for getting injured without remembering how it happened. She’s convinced that Luka must be sick of taking care of her, but is he?

Day 2 ^ (1273 words) - {Lukanette} [Unexplained Magic] [Kiss For Good Luck, But--Like, Literally] [Cheek Kisses]

With the ability to spread good luck with a single kiss on the cheek, Marinette is the one everyone goes to for a little extra boost. Luka, however, cares more about the girl underneath all the magic.

Day 3 * (1586 words) - {Lukanette} {Viperbug} [Reset Button] [Second Chances] [Unspoken Confession] [Kiss]

It’s the day of Shadow Moth’s defeat, and Ladybug realizes that life might be finally paying her back with the last Miraculous Ladybug she’ll ever use.

Day 4 * (1283 words) - {Lukanette} [(Avoiding) Horror Movies] [Date] [Confession] [Silly]

Given that they both hated horror movies, Luka and Marinette’s friends took joy in trying to force them into it. This particular attempt happens to backfire in the best way.

Day 5 ` (997 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood] [Height Difference] [Confession] [Kiss] [Silly]

Luka is convinced that Marinette feels nothing romantic for him, given that she's never said anything about it. He has no idea of the actual reason she's kept quiet all this time.

Day 6 ^ (1152 words) - {Lukanette} [First Meeting]

As Jagged’s son, Luka figures it only makes sense for him to have a “look” to go along with it. Jagged himself has been less than helpful in all of his “suggestions,” but his recommendation for an up-and-coming designer he’d met in Paris might show some promise.

Day 7 ^ (1376 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood] [First Meeting] [Supernatural Marinette] [Fantasy Elements]

Famous rock star Luka Couffaine is desperate for an out. He doesn't know where to go or what to do, but he needs a change. He's just not expecting to meet a mysterious woman with equally mysterious eyes at the destination.

Day 8 ^ (991 words) - {Lukanette} ["Miraculous New York” divergence]

After a shocking revelation, Marinette has returned to her room in New York and makes a phone call to the one person she wants to hear from.

Day 9 ^ (2427 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood] [Leader Marinette] [God Luka] [Fantasy Elements]

When it came to running a kingdom, Marinette wanted to do what was best for everyone, and that included hoping to earn a god's favor when the opportunity is presented to her. She just had no idea that the stranger she'd led around her kingdom would've had anything to do with it.

Day 10 * (2652 words) - {Lukanette} [Jealousy] [Imitation] [Confession] [Kiss]

Luka knew it was inevitable that he’d be kept out of the loop on certain things, since he didn’t go to Marinette’s school and couldn’t spend as much time with her as he wanted. However, that didn’t make Marinette’s change in style any less suspicious.

Day 11 ^ (1644 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood] [Baker Marinette] [Delivery Man Luka] [Flirting]

Luka had been doing his delivery job since he was a teen, and never before had he met anyone who interested him as much as the adorable woman running a bakery all by herself. He doesn't know how he's expected to stay professional around such a person, so he doesn't try.

Day 12 ^ (1934 words) - {Lukanette} [Hurt/Comfort] [Season 4 Divergence] [Getting Back Together] [Confidant Luka] [Kiss]

With her role as Ladybug and her reputation for having bad luck, Marinette considered herself overly cautious within reason. Unfortunately, that also led to the downside of dating feeling like a risk, along with paranoia over people knowing her identity. Luka falls within both of those concerns.

Day 13 ^ (1870 words) - {Lukabug} [Adulthood] [First Meeting] [Overworked Ladybug]

Luka had never met Ladybug personally, yet circumstances are forced when he finds her passed out and clearly in need of help.

Day 14 * (1838 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood] [Tattoo Sleeves]

Marinette had been best friends with Luka for years, always cherishing him while he cherished her in return. He loved all of her work and wore it proudly, but she didn't know just how proudly.

Day 15 ^ (2026 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood] [Mannequin Luka] [Unexplained Magic] [Silly]

Despite her history of destroyed relationships, Marinette was a creator above all else. She just wasn’t expecting to accidentally make a relationship herself.

Day 16 ^ (2901 words) - {Lukanette} [Reality Rewrite] ["The Wish"] ["First" Meeting]

Marinette was convinced that she could make everything better. After everything going wrong in her life, she thought it'd be easier on everyone if she changed things. There was just one flaw in her plan.

Day 17 ^ (1907 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood] [Fantasy] [Magical Tattoos] [Curses]

When Luka decides that the problem he’s facing is growing too severe, Juleka recommends a woman who runs a tattoo parlor dealing in magic.

Day 18 * (2458 words) - {Lukanette} [Overwhelmed Luka] [(Attempts at) Meditation] [Fluff] [Silly] [Confession] [Kiss]

Luka could understand Marinette's troubles and anxiety, so he naturally jumped at the chance to teach her how to meditate. The problems, however, arise when she keeps getting distracted and his heart won't calm down long enough for him to actually focus.

Day 19 ^ (925 words) - {Lukanette} [Fairy Marinette] [Tiny Marinette] [Fantasy]

Juleka watches as "love assistant" Marinette - a fairy who'd been living with them for a while while offering her services, makes yet another attempt at helping Luka find his perfect match - completely oblivious to the futility of it all.

Day 20 ^ (2788 words) - {Lukanette} [First Meeting]

On the first day of the new school year, Marinette was hoping for two things: making her first friend, and Chloe not being in her class. She just wasn’t expecting the failure of the latter to lead to the former.

Day 21 ^ (1329 words) - {Lukanette} ["First” Meeting] [Fantasy/Supernatural] [Ghost Luka] [”Mystery Skulls” AU]

As a ghost living mostly in the middle of nowhere, Luka was content (enough) just being alone and trying not to think about the things that happened upon his death. But then, the person he’d missed the most shows up at his door.

Day 22 ^ (3203 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood] [Model Luka] [Hurt/Comfort] [Confession] [Kiss]

After realizing that Luka hadn’t so much as touched a guitar in years, Marinette sits him down to confront him on his selflessness.

Day 23 ^ (1059 words) - {Silebug} [Addition of Non-Miraculous Power-ups] [Hero Silencer] [”Prime Queen” divergence] [Post-Dating]

What Ladybug had thought would be a normal interview from Nadja Chamack to her and Chat Noir quickly goes downhill as talk about “LadyNoir” starts bleeding into the conversation, and either her nor her superhero boyfriend - who is most certainly NOT Chat Noir - were going to stand for it.

Day 24 ^ (1692 words) - {Lukanette} [Fluff]

Marinette had decided alongside her parents to order pizza on a particularly rainy day. However, she hadn’t thought of who might be the one delivering it to her.

Day 25 ^ (1235 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood] [Fantasy] [Shooting Star Luka] [Baker Marinette]

Luka had to get used to a lot of things already, given the state he was in, but then he meets the woman he’d been seeking and finds that she has immeasurable kindness.

Day 26 ^ (926 words) - {Lukanette} [(Temporary) Model Luka] [Confession]

As the time when Luka had accepted being her model starts coming to a close, Marinette lets it slip that she'd had ulterior motives behind the request.

Day 27 ^ (1442 words) - {Lukanette} {Vipernette} [Adulthood] [Post-Dating] [Permanent Hero Viperion] [Marinette Isn’t Ladybug] [Injuries]

Luka inadvertently stumbles upon a date set-up in Marinette’s house, only he very much literally stumbled upon it and he’s also not the side of himself that she’s currently dating.

Day 28 * (1770 words) - {Lukanette} [Silly] [Confession] [Kiss]

Luka had wholly intended to have a nice, relaxing morning all to himself. Marinette, however, throws a metaphorical wrench into that, though one that’s both welcoming and confusing as she talks about... a kiss?

Day 29 ^ (961 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood]

Heading back to his house with Marinette after having just been on a date with her, Luka notes that he'd grown a lot more needy in their years apart.  Maybe they both have.

Day 30 * (3173 words) - {Lukanette} [Guardian Memory Loss] [Confession]

After Marinette loses her memory, Luka is singled out as the only person she seems to trust wholly and completely, making him the perfect candidate to take her around to see if she might remember something. He's expecting nothing from the TV studio, yet it's where one of Marinette's fondest memories with him lie.

[sineala]

Fic roundup from You Gave Me A Stocking

So it occurs to me that I wrote nine stories for You Gave Me A Stocking (a fanwork gift exchange we were running on the 616 Steve/Tony Discord server, since the server is called You Gave Me A Home) and posted them a couple weeks ago and never ended up announcing them here on Tumblr. You��ve probably seen them already, but in case you missed them, here they are!

(And while you’re at it, you can check out the extremely lovely things people made for me.)

All I Wanted Was Something Beautiful (2302 words) by Sineala Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Avengers (Comics), New Avengers (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Tony Stark/Other(s) Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Angst, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Anger, Extremis (Marvel), Consent Issues, Hate Sex, Complicated Relationships, De-Serumed Steve Rogers, Bittersweet Ending, Superior Iron Man Vol 1. (2015), Avengers Vol. 5 (2013), New Avengers Vol. 3 (2013), Additional Warnings In Author's Note Summary: Tony begins using Extremis to give each of his nightly conquests Steve's face. Then, of course, Steve finds out. On the Up and Up (1948 words) by Sineala Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel (Comics), Bullet Points (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Always a Different Sex, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Identity Porn, Getting Together Summary: Antonia Stark, WAC aircraft mechanic, has a number of questions when she is unexpectedly reassigned to Project Iron Man. Luckily for her, the most important one is answered very quickly. Where Are You When the Sun Goes Down (2142 words) by Sineala Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Avengers (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Phone Sex, Avengers Vol. 3 (1998) Summary: Steve and Tony find a way to spice up an otherwise-boring night on monitor duty. Mercy in You (9598 words) by Sineala Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Avengers (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Additional Tags: BDSM, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Scene Gone Wrong, Subdrop, Aftercare, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Dom Steve Rogers, Sub Tony Stark, Cuddling & Snuggling, Praise Kink, Subspace, Love Confessions, Avengers Vol. 3 (1998) Summary: When Tony comes back from a very bad D/s date, in pain and abandoned by his dom, Steve offers to help Tony out and give him all the aftercare he so desperately needs. Already Taken Everything (670 words) by Sineala Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Avengers (Comics), New Avengers (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Angst, Amnesia, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Extremis (Marvel), Civil War (Marvel), Canonical Character Death, Canon Temporary Character Death, holy shit what's happened to Tony?, Unhappy Ending, New Avengers Vol. 1 (2004) Summary: Tony has a lot of good memories of Steve. He doesn't get to keep them. Just Put a Hand Up (2176 words) by Sineala Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Avengers (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Kidnapping, Rescue, Emotional Baggage, Happy Ending, Avengers Vol. 4 (2010) Summary: When Tony is kidnapped, drugged, and unable to free himself, it's Commander Rogers who comes to his rescue. But why would Steve bother? Steve doesn't even like him anymore. Wrecking Ball (1827 words) by Sineala Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Avengers (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Crack, Humor, Fluff, Mistakes, Identity Porn, Secret Identity, Avengers Vol. 3 (1998) Summary: Steve is in a wonderful relationship with his teammate Iron Man, adored by the public. Steve and Avengers benefactor Tony Stark are just very good friends. It should be easy to remember that. I, Too, in Arcadia (494 words) by Sineala Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Avengers (Comics), X-Men (Comicverse) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Tony Stark, Charles Xavier Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Introspection, Resurrection, Avengers Vol. 8 (2018), Dawn of X (Marvel) Summary: In which Tony Stark, 100% artificial intelligence, finds a gate to Krakoa. Eidetic (516 words) by Sineala Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Avengers (Comics), New Avengers (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Transhumanism, Extremis (Marvel), Memories, Pining, Praise Kink, Pre-Slash, New Avengers Vol. 1 (2004) Summary: A conversation between Tony and Steve about memories.

[imagine-by-susu]

Sherlock Holmes x Reader - Why do I want to do this again?

A/N: Cute and fluffy and just aaahhhhh. I like that one, hope you enjoy it as well :) Thanks to anon for this request Word Count: 2302 GIF IS NOT MINE _______________________________________________________________________

“Ugh, my brain is not capable of working anymore…” (Y/N) hummed in annoyance rubbing her temples while she let out a frustrated sigh.

John gave her a pitiful glance before he looked back at the photos that were strewn everywhere in the flat.

Sherlock on the other hand concentrated his mind fully onto the file before him.

The file contained information about one of the most dangerous underground criminals in the United Kingdom, now as Scotland Yard was once again relayed on Sherlock Holmes, he received the Files from Lestrade.

Just as Sherlock opened his mouth to counter something about (Y/N) whining, his phone went off.

The detective picked it up and answered the phone with a bored tone in his deep voice.

“Lestrade. I am busy with this unbearable Case you gave me, what is it?”

John and (Y/N) looked up from the photos and looked at Sherlock who listened closely to the man on the other end.

Said man raised an eyebrow and his blue eyes wandered to (Y/N). She hated the look he gave her, it only meant that Sherlock formed a plan in his genius mind of his that would bring her into big trouble once again.

Then Sherlock hung up without any other word and placed his phone back into his jacket pocket.

“Lestrade found him, he will be at a Gala here in London.” John nodded at that glad to hear that they can finally make progress in this Case.

“Great then, they don’t need us anymore, right?” but John was proven wrong as Sherlock got up from the floor to sit on his armchair, his hands pressed to his lips in his usual praying position he did when he was thinking.

“Of course not, John, don’t be stupid. Scotland Yard is too incapable to get in without getting caught. So, we are going in there.” (Y/N) and John could almost hear the gears in his head spinning like mad as his eyes were stuck onto the floor.

(Y/N) stood up too, stretching herself after the long and uncomfortable position on the floor.

“Alright, boys, if you don’t need me anymore then I’ll just…” but Sherlocks voice stopped her from continuing.

“But we still need you, (Y/N).” he stated matter of factly, like it was obvious. Both John and (Y/N) looked confused.

“We need to be as discreet as possible and if a man appears all alone at such a high society Gala that surely will draw unwanted attention.”

Now, (Y/N) had an idea what Sherlock was hinting at and she shook her head furiously, her (Y/H/C) locks swinging with the movement.

“No way. No, the last time I did something like that I nearly got shot!” she shouted at the Detective but he didn’t flinch at her outburst.

“You are the only female person in my range of friends I have who fits perfectly for this job.” he stated ignoring her comment from before.

“But Sherlock…” she wanted argue but he smiled up at her.

“Good, I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear something nice.”

-

“Wear something nice, he said…” (Y/N) mumbled as she roamed around her closet with a frustrated frown on her face.

“Only one who is fitting for this job, he said…” the woman grabbed onto the fabric she was looking for and pulled it out of the closet.

“I fucking hate this guy…” placing the dress onto the bed she sighed and looked at it.

She bought the (Y/F/C) dress ones for a friend’s wedding. The dress was floor length and was made out of a satin that brought out all the good parts of (Y/N) body.

The straps hung from the shoulders and created a beautiful look onto her color bone. It was simple yet held elegance to it.

“Alright, here we go.” the girl muttered as she put the dress on, preparing herself for the night that was about to come.

-

Right on the dot, a knock came from (Y/N)’s door and as she opened it, Sherlock stood there in a black suit with the matching bow tie, that Mrs. Hudson probably had tied for him.

He was barely recognizable as for his dark curls were slicked back and his grey coat was missing.

“I almost did not recognize you.” she teased with a grin on her red painted lips, but the man only looked at her with an unreadable expression like always.

“You look good, (Y/N).” Did Sherlock just make a compliment to another human being without any hidden insults in it?

“We should do this more often; it makes you way friendlier.” she hummed with a smile as she stepped out of her flat after you grabbed your purse.

Sherlock offered you his arm and you hooked your own with it before he let you out into the dark night.

As she stepped into the cap and Sherlock gave the driver the address, he whispered her the plan he had formed over the day.

It should be easy and quickly done.

Blend in with the people, talk, get near the gangster boss, get him to confess and arrest him. It sounded simple and easy, but nothing was easy with Sherlock Holmes.

“And whatever you do don’t give away your real name.” Sherlock ended as the car stopped in front of the fancy hotel in which the Gala was held.

(Y/N) nodded at it and wanted to get out of the car but Sherlock was quicker as he got out and walked around the car to open the door for you.

“What a Gentleman.” she laughed a bit as she took his hand and both walked up the long white staircase.

All the people around them were dressed in beautiful dresses and fancy suits, jewelry glistening from everywhere.

The hall in which the Gala was held was fancier then anything (Y/N) had seen in her entire life. It kind of reminded her of the big parties Fitzgerald described in his book ‘The Great Gatsby’.

(Y/N) clung onto Sherlock, afraid to lose him in the big mess of people in the hall. The man on the other hand looked around, searching for the criminal.

“Oh, Darling, that’s a beautiful dress you have there.” and older Lady stopped (Y/N) and before the young woman could react, she lost sight of Sherlock.

A tense smiled crossed her lips as she smiled at the Lady.

“Thank you, Miss.” she thanked her, already wanting to make her way back to Sherlock but the older Lady stopped her once more.

“Tell me, Darling, where is it from? Louis Vuitton? Chanel?” as if (Y/N) could afford this with her low salary…

“Chanel.” she answered quickly and the woman lit up at that.

“I knew you would be a Chanel girl. Tell me your name sweetie.” great, that is what (Y/N) needed right now. Alone in a hall full of the richest people of England and Sherlock somewhere in the crowed chasing down a dangerous criminal.

“Antionette Carlton.” she responded quickly and the woman nodded at her shaking her hand.

“Say Miss Carlton, are you all alone?” but before (Y/N) could answer a hand came to her shoulder. Hoping to see Sherlock she turned around with a smile but it quickly faded as she saw the face she hoped not to meet in person.

A man in his late 40’s stood there, his hair greying at the sides, his face clean shaved, suit more expensive then (Y/N)’s entire flat and crane in hand that held gold rings on each finger to hide his tattoos.

That was the man they searched for. Henry Krane, the criminal who controlled most of the London Underground.

“Yes, Miss, are you all alone by yourself?” he asked you with a grin on his face, his dark eyes were fixed onto her cleavage making her almost gag at it.

But (Y/N) kept her smile up as big as she could.

“Oh, no by all means.” she tried look through the crowed hoping to spot Sherlock somewhere. “My accompaniment is getting me a drink.”

The criminal nodded and pulled (Y/N) into his side, making her stumble a bit in her shoes.

“Well, then let us search for him, shall we?” this is not good at all.

-

Sherlock hadn’t registered that the grip on his arm loosened and just as he spotted the man he searched for, he turned around but (Y/N) wasn’t anywhere in sight.

Confused, he looked all around the place, but he hadn’t spotted her (Y/H/C), yet.

With slight panic raising in him he searched through the crowed and almost blew up his cover as he saw Henry Krane talking to (Y/N), his arm draped onto her shoulder.

The female was clearly uncomfortable and her (Y/E/C) eyes seemed to search for him. Grabbing two glasses of Champagne from a waiter who came by he quickly made his way up to (Y/N) and Henry Krane.

“Excuse me, Sir.” Sherlock stated pushing his way between him and (Y/N). Krane looked at Sherlock with fury but (Y/N) held pure relief in her eyes.

“Here is your drink.” Sherlock gave you one of the glasses in his hand and you smiled at him.

“Thank you.” Mr. Krane coughed and eyed Sherlock closely.

“And you may be?” but before Sherlock could answer the question himself (Y/N) stepped in.

“Mr. Krane this is my accompaniment, …” but Sherlock interrupted you once again as he stretched out his hand to Mr. Krane.

“Isaac Shelford. I hope my wife didn’t make much trouble.” (Y/N) wanted to punch the man right in his face as he said that.

“Your wife?” Krane asked confused as he eyed (Y/N). Sherlock followed his gaze with a risen eyebrow.

“Not yet.” the woman quickly stepped in with a light laugh. “My dear Isaac gets a bit over excited about it sometimes. We are engaged.”

Sending Sherlock an almost unnoticed death glare, he smiled at you and pulled you to him.

“Interesting, most of those people wear rings. Where are yours?” now it was Sherlock quick mind who saved both of them out of the misery.

“I am not the man for jewelry Mr. Krane and my dear love is a very forgetful person.” he sent her once again an unreadable expression.

Krane rose an eyebrow, seeming not buy any of it.

“Is that so?” (Y/N) swallowed quickly but then she smiled again.

“Well, of course, if not I wouldn’t do this without any problem.” with that she turned to Sherlock and pulled him to her eyelevel before she kissed him fiercely, pressing herself onto him.

Sherlock wasn’t sure of what to do so he let his body speak for the time being as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

As she pulled away, she giggled a bit and wiped some of the smeared lipstick from his face.

“I am sorry, sweetheart, I got carried away.” she hummed before she turned back to Mr. Krane.

Like he was in a daze Sherlock turned his face to Krane, too. He didn’t listen in on what the man said nor did he listen to (Y/N)’s response.

His mind was a complete mess, his heart was beating fast in his chest and his skin was burning hot at the back of his neck.

None of it he could understand, the only think he knew for sure was that he wanted to feel (Y/N)’s lips on his again.

-

“Alright, okay, tell me again, how did he fell from the 50th floor?” Lestrade asked as blue lights enlightened the entire street as people mumbled and looked around.

Sherlock and (Y/N) were wrapped in shock blankets, sitting at an ambulance while the woman looked up at the tall Detective who only shrugged.

“I don’t know, after he pointed the gun at (Y/N) he kind of slipped from the balcony.” the comment made Lestrade role his eyes and (Y/N) made it giggle softly.

“Bloody Hell Sherlock we talked about pushing people from windows and balconies.” just in that moment Mr. Krane, who’s entire body was covered in glass shreds and bruises was transported into another ambulance.

“At least we got him, Lestrade and Sherlock prevented him from shooting me. Don’t be so harsh on him.” (Y/N) soothed the grey-haired man, who only sighed at it.

“Alright, fine, but this is the last time you hear me?” he pointed a finger at Sherlock who held up his hands in defense letting the blanket slip from his shoulders.

“No promise made.” again (Y/N) laughed watching Lestrade leave in frustration.

“Sherlock! (Y/N)!” both turned around to see John out of breath standing before them.

“Hello John.” Sherlock greeted like he hadn’t just almost killed a person by throwing him out of the 50th floor.

“Bloody Hell, what happened?” the Doctor asked looking closer at his friends.

“Well, we followed Krane to get any evidence for his crimes, but he caught up on us and pointed a gun at me ad before he could react Sherlock jumped at him and pushed him off of the balcony.” (Y/N) simply explained with a shrug from her shoulders.

John sighed already assuming such an outcome but he stopped, looking closer at Sherlock’s face and collar.

“Is that…lipstick?” he asked his friend, Sherlock looked emotionless at his friend while (Y/N) turned away with a big blush on her face.

“…It was for the case…” she mumbled lowly hoping neither of the men had heard her.

And once again Sherlock questioned himself as he watched the woman blush, trying to explain to John how the lipstick came onto Sherlock’s clothes and face.

Why do I want to do this again?

This is the question his mind shouted over and over as he watched (Y/N) beside him still with the biggest blush on her face.

[izukillme-moved]

When Armour Breaks

@watcher-ofthe-sky guess who was your secret santa? ;) MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU WONDERFUL BEAUTIFUL PERSON!! I LOVE YOU!!!! When I got the assignment, I have to admit I spent nearly fifteen minutes just freaking out because I was so happy I got you :33 I loved writing every bit of this, and I hope you enjoy it! May you have the most wonderful year ahead, I love you so much, Sky. Your talent, kindness and limitless capacity to love always stuns me; you are truly one of the most fantastic people I’ve ever had the honour of meeting. <3

Title: When Armour Breaks Ship: Kagura x Erza Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort Word count: 2302

Erza Scarlet is used to responsibility.

She knows well the feeling of being looked to for leadership and for power. She is used to stepping up when no one else will and protecting those who cannot protect themselves. She is the face of Fairy Tail, the impassable Titania, the Queen of the Fairies. Her shoulders have borne the weight of duty for so long now that it is odd, almost, to step back and allow another to take the lead.

In short, Erza is no stranger to projecting bravery and strength.

But sometimes, it becomes too much for even her iron heart. Because that iron heart is all fragmented on the inside, ugly little shards of bent steel that sit rusting in the darkness that lives within Erza. Some days she has trouble getting out of bed, barely able to breathe, as if all the broken parts of her heart are clogging up her trachea and cutting into her windpipe.

Today is one of those days.

Erza swallows against the pain in her chest and forces her body out of the bed that’s too large for just one, moving sluggishly to the bathroom. The woman she sees in the mirror has dull and lifeless brown eyes, frizzy red hair that jumps out all over the place and a wan, pinched face that speaks of years of pain. It makes Erza recoil a little, seeing the harsh truth reflected back at her so starkly.

The ache in her heart builds, and suddenly she wants… well, she doesn’t know what she wants. Only that she wants – needs – a reprieve from this wounded, broken girl she refuses to let heal.

There is no time for healing, Erza tries to tell herself, summoning the stern Titania of Fairy Tail. She needs to be strong for her guild mates and for the rest of the world, because they depend on her. And yet, the image of Fairy Tail’s strongest Mage fails, replaced by the wretched young woman with eyes that have seen too much.

Erza wants to retch. She wants to run away from the mirror, wants to bring Titania back out and put Inner Erza back where she belongs, inside the iron cage that is her heart. But she doesn’t do either of those things, because exhaustion chooses that exact moment to begin gnawing at her soul and weakening her at the knees.

Maybe she will just go back to bed today, she thinks in a sudden and uncharacteristic flash of weakness. The guild will not collapse in on itself if she is absent for a single day.

Well, it might, but that’s a problem she can fix. Just… not today. Erza doesn’t think she can fix anything today.

She drags herself back to her warm and soft bed, the task itself taking an enormous amount of effort. Then she flops down onto the surface, cheeks fevered with equal parts frenzy and fatigue, and stares at the ceiling. Some of the plaster is cracking off of it, she notices. A self-deprecating chuckle passes her lips as her tired mind compares the plaster to herself.

“You’re tired of being strong, too, huh?” she asks sadly.

She receives no answer, of course. Sighing, Erza rolls over so she’s lying on her front, and buries her face in the pillow. An odd hollowness settles in her stomach, and her chest is heavy with weariness. At the same time she feels like the rusted pieces of her heart are tearing her apart from the inside out, and the pain is almost too much to bear. It’s an odd juxtaposition, pain and the lack of it. And yet both are equally hurtful, ripping Erza into little pieces that she’s too tired to put back together.

I can’t do this anymore, Erza thinks, and is surprised at the raw honesty in the thought. I’m so tired… so tired of being the rock…

Why do I have to be strong for everyone else?

They’ll break if she breaks, Erza knows. She is the strong one, the one who leads, the one who takes on the most challenges and comes out on top. She is infallible Erza Scarlet, who cannot afford to snap because she is the symbol of everyone’s hope.

And yet even infallible Erza Scarlet is riddled with cracks that widen every minute, weakening her stone foundation. She is a broken woman pretending to be powerful, pretending to have won the fight against her inner demons when in reality she threw in the towel long ago.

A knock resounds throughout Erza’s apartment, and she stiffens, stomach tightening with panic.

What if something’s happened?! Oh, God, I never should have taken the day off – I should have gone – this is all my fault!

She springs out of bed in an instant, fear fuelling her flight to the door. She throws it open, chest heaving with worry as she stares at the visitor.

Kagura Mikazuchi stands there, cool as a cucumber, dressed in a  casual turtleneck and blue jeans, a far cry from her usual formal coats. Her sword, Archenemy, still hangs sheathed at her hip, of course – Erza wouldn’t expect anything less. She’s carrying a large white bag, whose contents are obscured from Erza’s eyes.

“May I come in?” Kagura asks politely, straight and to the point like always. Erza’s mouth opens, but no words come out. She simply nods and steps aside to allow Kagura in, speechless in her shock.

“I – what are you doing here?” she manages to croak out as Kagura walks into her home, stopping awkwardly in the middle of the hall and looking around.

Kagura turns to her. “May I put this on your table?” she asks respectfully, avoiding the question.

“Yes, yes, put it wherever, answer my question first!” Erza snaps. Kagura remains silent, moving slowly and robotically to place her bag on the dining table.

Then she looks up, connecting hers and Erza’s gazes, and says in a soft, mildly embarrassed tone, “I was passing through town and dropped by the guild to visit you. I was informed however that you were absent, and the shirtless one said that it might be ‘one of your days’ - whatever that meant, I didn’t think it sounded good by his facial expression, so I… er… procured your address-” Erza has to stifle a snort at the delicate way Kagura says ‘procure’, implying exactly how much delicacy she’d exercised in the process, “-and came here to check how you were. No one should be alone on Christmas Day.”

A sudden and uncomfortable silence falls over the two of them, then, both having run out of things to say. Kagura shifts in place, clearly self-conscious, and Erza just stands there in her dishevelled night-pants with her hair askew and feels the tiredness crawl its way back up her spine. She doesn’t realise that her knees have given out until warm arms wrap around her waist and pull her upwards to lean against a supple but firm body. 

A furious blush colours Erza’s cheeks as she realises she’s putting most, if not all, of her weight on Kagura, who had moved almost too swiftly to catch her. 

“I-” she stammers, jerking away and forcing strength into her legs, willing herself to stand strong just that little bit longer. She can’t let someone like Kagura see how weak she truly is; she simply can’t. She has to project Titania, just a little longer.

But Kagura is already shaking her head, eyes alert and worried. “You don’t seem all right. Will you be able to make your way to the bedroom? But no… I can’t let you do that.”

Before Erza can protest, Kagura’s powerful arms are slipping around her waist once more, and then she feels air against her bare soles instead of ground because holy shit, Kagura’s got her in a bridal lift and is carrying her towards her bedroom.

Erza flails weakly, but Kagura’s stern gaze saps what little energy she has left, and she can’t even summon the strength to protest as the other Mage deposits her neatly on her large bed. She lies there limp and still, not even bothering to straighten her legs or shift into a more comfortable position.

Erza is so tired, too tired to care anymore. Too tired to even care about the fact that all her weakest points are on full display to a Mage who looks up to her more than anyone ever has.

But Kagura does not comment. She merely shifts Erza’s limbs into their proper positions and drapes the coverlets over her with surprising gentleness. Then she takes off her shoes and lies down on the bed next to Erza, turning on her side to face her. 

Kagura’s precise perfection is so at odds with the mess that Erza is right now, and yet she fits, somehow, as if she was always meant to be there.

“Are you well?” she asks Erza, and the inflection of her tone carries understanding and the same bitter taste of responsibility that Erza knows all too well. Kagura is not asking if she is sick, not really.

“I’m tired,” Erza says, a soft and sad sound that escapes her lips like the last breath of life leaving her chest. It’s a confession she’s never made to anybody, and the tense, anticipatory wait for Kagura’s response is almost too much to bear. 

“I understand,” Kagura says softly. There’s a familiar pain in her voice as she speaks, and just for a moment one can feel a fleeting touch of hollowness inside the iron goddess that Kagura is.

The wildly unexpected reply sends chills up Erza’s spine, chills of shock and realisation that maybe, maybe she isn’t alone in this after all. 

“Y - you do?” she asks softly, afraid that if she says it too loud something will shatter, turning on her side to face Kagura. 

A short bob of the chin in response. “You’re their strength,” Kagura replies just as quietly. “You are their light in the darkness. But even a candle can only burn for so long.”

Erza’s eyes brim with tears, and she presses her lips together.

You understand. I’m not alone.

“Sometimes, it’s all you can do to stay together and keep your composure. It feels like you’re trying to hold a broken glass together and it just goes on breaking in your hands until you’re left with useless shards and cuts all over your palms,” Kagura continues, her own eyes shimmering and voice trembling with emotion. “It’s so hard, Erza… and you are so brave.”

Erza sniffles. “I’m not,” she says in a choked voice, the tears spilling over. Through her blurry vision she sees Kagura’s mouth turn up in a sad smile.

“Yes, you are,” Kagura says and wipes her tears with warm and gentle hands. She pulls Erza into a hug, holding her against her shoulder, and murmurs, “It’s all right. You don’t have to be strong for me.”

That sentence is what breaks the dam. 

You don’t have to be strong for me.

For once in her life, she does not have to be strong for someone. For once in her life, they will be strong for her.

Erza bursts into sobs, loud cries of agony and pain, letting all of it out as Kagura cradles her. She weeps for what feels like days, reliving all the pain that has her so torn up on the inside, allowing herself to truly grieve. 

When the tears dry up, Erza pulls away from the embrace, snuffling a little still. 

“Oh,” she says in a thick tone, voice hoarse from crying. “I got your shirt all messy.”

Kagura smiles. “It’s all right,” she says. “That’s what I’m here for.” 

Erza nods, too exhausted to do anything but accept Kagura’s kindness.

“Thank you,” she whispers. It’s gratitude for more than just letting her cry - not in all her years has Erza ever bared her soul to anyone like this. And Kagura has accepted all of it, taken all the broken parts and looked upon them with a loving gaze, as if they were the rarest and most precious diamonds in the world. 

Everyone else sees Erza as what she is, and cannot fathom her losing her grip even for a second. Kagura sees Erza as who she is, and wholeheartedly receives the weakness with the strength, the pain with the love, the sorrow with the joy. 

“You’re welcome. Merry Christmas.” Kagura replies, and Erza can see in her eyes that she truly means it. The soft relief that breaks over her when she sees Kagura’s unconditional love for her damaged self feels like a balm, soothing every wound she’s left open over the years.

“Yeah, you too,” Erza whispers. Fatigue washes through her once more, but this is a good weariness, one that makes her want to sleep and wake rejuvenated rather than lie like a zombie in her bed. She yawns, and Kagura smiles.

“Sleep,” she says. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Erza nods tiredly, and her eyes are closing before she knows it. Kagura drapes the covers over her once more, brushes her hair out of her face with tender fingers.

And she isn’t sure if she’s imagining the next part, but for a minute it almost feels like there are soft, warm lips on hers, a sweet promise that their owner will stay as long as she needs. The sensation is gone within a few seconds, though, and Erza falls fully into dreamland, slumbering peacefully for the first time in over a year. 

Her dreams are filled with the dark-haired woman who has loved all of her, even the damaged parts, and it brings contentment to Erza’s broken heart at long last. 

[youcancallmekathyp]

Don’t Tell Me If I’m Dying // chapter 5

Words: 2302 Words

Characters: Jester Lavorre/Caleb Widogast

Summary: Caleb gets the chance to save his friends and confess his love to Jester, but this wasn’t really how he planned on all of that going down.  ( aka Caleb sacrifices himself and Beau threatens to kill people. Several times. )

Notes: Chapter 5 of Don’t Tell Me If I’m Dying! Enjoy and listen to the play list here. x

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[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Deceived Girl of 16 In Bigamous Wedding,” Toronto Star. August 5, 1931. Page 2. ---- Angus M. Ellis Confesses Guilt - Second Conviction of Bigamy Registered ---- Angus M. Ellis pleaded guilty to two charges in county court to-day - one of bigamy and the other of having made false affidavit concerning his being a single man on April 4, 1931, and as to his age, given at the time as 24 years, when 28 was proven to have been correct.

Two women appeared in court and gave evidence.

Marie Ellis, 24, swore she married the accused man Aug. 23, 1924, in a church on Havelock St., Toronto, and that one child was born to them about one year later.

‘He lived with me about six months,’ stated witness. ‘Then he went away. He came back and stayed 3 or 4 months then went away and never came back.’

Alice Gross, 16, testified that she went through a form of marriage with the accused April 4, 1931, before Rev. Mr. Forbes. She had known Ellis since 1927 and had obtained her mother’s consent to marry accused.

‘We lived together until June,’ said witness.

The crown read of a former conviction for bigamy against Ellis for which two years less one day was served since 1927. ‘He has been convicted for theft and similar infractions,’ declared Frank Moore for the crown. ‘And I submit that he had full knowledge of his acts and what he might expect to follow as a result of them.’

Magistrate Keith remanded the case till Monday next for judgement.

[AL: Ellis was sentenced on August 10, 1931, to seven years on two concurrent sentences of bigamy and making false statement under oath - an extremely harsh sentence for the crime and the time period. He had previously been at Burwash Industrial Farm. He was born in Toronto and was working as a steamfitter for the TTC. Ellis was taken to Kingston Penitentiary that week, and became inmate #2302. He worked in the Blacksmith Shop, and had contact with the Communists working there; previous to that he worked in the Stone Shed. He supported the October 1932 riot, demanding more cigarette papers, abolition of corporal punishment, the “bullying of the boys around by guards” and officers instigating fights to assert control. He objected especially to the “business” of “putting up your hand when a man wants to go to the toilet” and wanted it “done away with.” He lost “ten days remission” to reports in the Stone shed. He believed the riot was caused by “irritation” at the officers and “men smoking toilet paper.” Relatively well behaved and happy with the reforms started after the riot, Ellis was transferred to Collin’s Bay in October 1934, and was released by expiry of sentence in April 1936 - his parole request were denied repeatedly.]

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Will You Live Abroad? 🌎 Will You Relocate to Another Country ✈Pick a Car... I'm pile 3 group 3 after timestamp 2302 of this very interesting tarot card reading via the blush lily tarot card reading and what highly resonates is that it is true that part of me contributes to  I have been energetically fighting the potential relocation abroad change even with my intuitive awareness that my energetically fighting the potential relocation abroad change  could also be contributing to a significant career money goal that is being temporarily delayed that on a conscious level contains the multiple life areas of abundance that my higher self soul spirit craves. However I do appreciate the spiritual encouragement that the potential relocation abroad is actually part of my divine celestial life purpose in collaboration with my celestial spirit guides and intuition even though I confess that I just need to give myself more time to be more energetically accepting of this potential relocation abroad change partially because of I greatly enjoying the area I currently reside in.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

to the veils of sleep

to the veils of sleep https://ift.tt/lRsM3oi by Purple_Starflower At the end of everything, there is still him. Cas. There is still Cas. Or; Endverse destiel dying in each other's arms but they don't say the l-word cuz they're not gay@ Words: 2302, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of tumblr fics Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Endverse Castiel (Supernatural), Endverse Dean Winchester Relationships: Endverse Castiel/Endverse Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: No on page death, but they are dying, they're also talking about it, Angst, deathbed confessions, sorry about this one, no beta we die like endverse destiel, Post-Episode: s05e04 The End (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Croatoan/Endverse (Supernatural) via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/KVFmGJo March 06, 2023 at 08:46PM

[natalie-larsen]

falling

((yeah remember how nat has a boot on her leg, well here’s how. i completely forgot to write this and then had no motivation. so when i did write it i was a little annoyed about something so there is sarcasm throughout. WARNINGS: my writing still sucks and the ending is probably the worst thing on the planet but idc i needed to introduce it somehow and i’m dumb and that’s how i did it. i didn’t read it over so if it makes no sense give up on reading it. thanks!))

word count: 2302

thanks bri for the rp, i guess, @benjaminschreave

I turn to look at my maids, “I’m going to the women’s room,” I say as I open my bedroom door and turn to the stairs that are right next to my room. I start walking down when I see a figure turn the corner at the bottom stairs. I look a little closer and notice that it’s just Ben on his phone, not paying any attention. Should I turn around? Should I say hi? Should I just pretend that I don’t even see him? Should I-, I all of a sudden miss a step and trip the rest of my way down, falling on my ass. I should not do that. I lean forward at the bottom of the stairs head in my hands, god damn it Natalie. I just fell down the stairs, and the person I’m here to impress just witnessed the whole thing.

He hears the wonder thuds of my clumsy ass falling down the stairs, “oh my god!” he puts his phone in his pockets and rushes over and kneels down in, “are you alright?” Yes, Ben, I’m perfectly fine. It’s not like I just fell down some 1 million dollar marble stairs or anything.

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine,” I lied, pain obviously showing in my voice.

“Jeez Nat didn’t I tell you not to go too crazy?” he tries to joke and I chuckle very slightly, he gives me a once over, “where does it hurt?”

I point with one of my hands to my left ankle, “there.”

He gently picks up my ankle, which hurts like a mother trucker, “I honestly can’t tell if it’s broken or not, but the swelling isn’t encouraging.” Wow Ben, you really know how to make an injured person feel a lot better.

I look at it, how quickly it was to swell and at how stiff it is I can tell it’s just sprained, “it’s for sure not broken, probably just sprained. You can tell by the way it’s swelling.”

He lets out a breath, “good. Can you stand? It still needs to be looked at.”

“I can try,” I hold out my arms for him to help me which he quickly takes. Once I’m standing he puts on arm around my waist.

“How’s that? Can you take a couple steps?” I nod and don’t even attempt to put my ankle on the ground and hobble along next to him very very slowly. “Just lean against me, don’t put pressure on your foot,” I try putting the least amount of my weight on him as possible as we begin our super slow journey to the hospital wing.

I hobble along as he holds on to me, “I’m sorry.”

He looks down at me, “hey don’t be sorry, it was an accident,” he sees me struggling, “are you sure you want to keep walking?”

I let out a light chuckle, “how else would I get there?”

He lets go of my waist, I try to keep my balance the best I can without putting my foot on the ground. He goes into front of me and bends down offering me a piggyback ride, “hop on.” I laugh for a moment and then realize it would probably be the quickest and easiest way there and hop on my right foot onto his back. Ben holds me by the legs and adjusts me a bit while I wrap my arms around his neck. As I do so I can feel actually how strong his was. He smiles and looks back at me, “easier right?”

“Yeah, a lot. You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wasn’t going to leave you stranded at the bottom of the stairs. Wyatt could have gotten to you which could have been way worse,” he laughs.

“Worse than fallings down marble stairs in front of the Prince?” I say sarcastically, it’s not like I haven’t been in love with you my whole life or anything.

“You all are pretty set on this image of me as a prince,” he shakes his head obviously amused by the thought of us thinking of him as you know, a prince, because you just see princes everywhere on a day-to-day basis like you would a grocery clerk. “I’m just as dorky as the rest of the world,” yes but Ben not everyone lives in a palace like you do.

He carried me the rest of the way to the hospital wing, he gave me a short tour of a part of a hallway I never adventured to. I learned that Ben, a boy who could have literally anything he wanted at his fingertips, his favorite toy was rocks. Like the ones from the ground. Once we make it to the hospital wing he places me in the nearest bed and he goes to find the doctor. Has the doctor examined me, very painful 10/10 pain, he stands on the other side of the bed with his arms crossed. The doctor just babbles on about rest and icing, even though I already know what I have to do. The doctor walks over to grab me some ice and my boot. Ben looks down at me with raised brows, “how did you even fall down in the first place? Distracted?” Well Ben, one foot didn’t land on the step and I kinda just fell. Nothing unusual.

I clearly lie because I can’t lie for the life of me, “um, I just missed a step.”

He gives me a skeptical expression, “you sure about that?”

I nod quickly, “yes,” I lie.

His brows furrow, “is there a reason why you don’t want to tell me?” Yes.

I bite my lip and look at the beautiful looking picture of a brain that’s hanging about 10 feet away from me. It’s a gorgeous picture, but that’s also my brain telling me that so it just called itself beautiful, how narcissistic. I look back at Ben about 2 seconds later and confess, “I was looking at you…” I blush and look down at my bruised and swollen ankle.

“Ah,” he looks away, wow go Nat, you’re on a roll today, literally too. He talks again after seeming to think over his words, “I’ll just have to work on not being so distracting in the future,” he has a small smile but I can tell behind it he’s rather uncomfortable about the situation because that makes two of us.

I chuckle and mumble under my breath a little loudly, “yeah, good luck with that.” We talk a little long and then the doctor comes back and hands me my lovely new accessory that I get to wear, a grey boot that goes just about to my knee. A 10/10 fashion choice. They wheel out a wheelchair for me, which Ben gets to wheel me to the stairs with. Once we reach the bottom of the stairs Ben helps me out of the wheelchair and onto his back once again.

“How about when I need to go up the stairs you give me a ride, because you’ll get a workout then,” I say after he jokes about how carrying me is a workout.

We reach my room and he places me down on my bed, “hmm. Would I get something in return?” he asks as I move myself into a comfier position.

“What would you want?”

“Chocolate covered almonds sounds good,” he smiles.

I give him a look and raise my eyebrows, “that’s it?”

“I’m a simple guy Nat. Usually.” he lifts his shoulder chuckling.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“How about I let you find that out yourself?” he says with a teasing smile.

I point to my room, “if I go get you some almonds will you tell me? I could probably be back in a solid 20 minutes.” 3 for going down the stairs, 14 for wandering to the kitchen, and then the last 3 for coming back up the stairs.

“Um, you’re not going anywhere. But I’ll tell you. Ready for a shocker?”

I chuckle, “so ready,” I say moving my body so I’m facing him.

He laughs a little and crosses his arms, “I like chocolate covered almonds with caramel.” he stupidly grins.

I fall back onto my bed, “you’re impossible.”

He won’t let me leave my bed. He won’t let me leave my room. He won’t let me do anything I want. I’m literally trapped in the room and can’t do anything. I learn that he gets distracted easily so I promised him that I would send him notes throughout the day just to distract him when I physical couldn’t. Also it’ll keep me busy trying to come up with what to say.

dear “handsome”

i’m bored and this is all your fault. i have nothing to do. i should have never fallen down those stairs and now i feel the cows pain. they can’t walk downstairs either

-the girl with the boot

dear girl with the boot,

my day isn't much better. try reading a book. and at least the cows aren't distracted easily.

-handsome (no quotes because it's true)

p.s. sorry if you can't read my handwriting. another thing i suck at

dear boy with bad handwriting,

isn’t not that bad, i’ve seen worse. i can’t read a book because i don’t have one and i’m not allowed to leave. some ice cream sounds really good right now.

-that one bored selected

dear that one bored selected,

I can have a book sent up to you. any one you want. if you get through a few chapters I /might/ send some ice cream.

-delivery boy

deliver boy,

that would be amazing, chapter three then ice cream?

-still hungry

(have i distracted you yet?)

still hungry,

it's a deal. to kill a mockingbird is on it's way.

-also hungry

(i'm getting there)

also hungry,

the book arrived i’ll read it now

if they kill a bird in this i’m suing illea

-lying in bed with your foot in the air isn’t comfy

lying in bed with your foot in the air isn't comfy,

no birds die. I don't think. 90% sure. now you're really distracting me, focus on that book!

-hungrier

Tonight is the first report and scared is an understatement. I’m terrified, more than terrified. What’s a word that’s stronger than terrified? I’m not sure but that’s how I feel right now. I’m walking down the stairs, as slowly as possible. It probably wasn’t the best idea to wear a skin tight dress and a boot at the same time. Going up and down these stairs is hard enough with the boot and now trying to do it in a tight dress and not flash any of the guards is even more difficult.

I made it to the set of the report and listened to the people directing me where to go. I sit down and before I knew it the report had started and Ellen DeGreat had started calling girls to be interviewed. And then the last thing I knew I finished my interview and was walking back to my seat. The rest of the report carried on, and before I knew it it was over. The girls were getting up and leaving or going to talk to Ben. I stayed in my seat a little while longer and looked around the room. I must have stayed a little too long because a man about my age came walking over wrapping up a cord.

“You alright?” he asked looking down at me.

I am taken out of my stare(?) and look over in his direction, “oh yeah, I’m good,” I stand up quickly, “sorry do you need to get over here?”

He chuckles deeply while smiling showing off his cute dimples, “no, just making sure you’re okay. You were staring at that wall for awhile,” he says as he’s still wrapping up a cord.

I look up into his eyes, ones that are already looking right at me. He has silver wired frames that make his hazel eyes pop. “Oh… well… I’m just a little tired.” I curl my lips in and try not to blush as this tall and fluffy haired brunette that's standing in front of me.

“You look tired,” thanks, “haven’t been sleeping well?” His face changes and now looks concerned.

I kick my leg up a couple inches off the ground, “it’s a little difficult sleeping with one leg in the air.”

He nods and chuckles again, “ah, you’re the one that fell down the stairs,” I’m so glad that’s the way I’m known.

“Yup, that one,” I do a single finger gun at him and then immediately regret it, “I should probably get going, I told Raven that I would meet her after the report.” I lied.

“Then go, I don’t want to keep you,” he says waving me off.

“Thanks! I’ll see you around?” Please tell me I’ll see him around.

“Most likely,” he smiles and I waddle my way out of the room and to my own.

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Do Good Catholics use Bad Language?

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Do Good Catholics use Bad Language?

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I recently read a post from someone I consider a fairly strong Catholic voice; however, it was laced with a significant swear word and I found myself inclined to tune out and not take the post seriously. There is a meme that says, “I’m a good Catholic (or Christian) who happens to swear a lot.” It got me thinking: Can you be a good Catholic and use bad language?

We cannot judge someone’s heart by their words alone, but we are cautioned in Scripture:

“If anyone thinks he is religious and does not bridle his tongue but deceives his heart, this person’s religion is worthless.” (James 1:26)

Ephesians 4:29 says, “Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths …” and continues,

“Let there be no filthiness nor foolish talk nor crude joking, which are out of place, but instead let there be thanksgiving.” (Ephesians 5:4)

All of our body parts, including our mouths, are supposed to be used to glorify God. We need to ask ourselves if the way we talk glorifies God. If it does not, is it necessary? Is it righteous? Is it, perhaps … sinful?

An article by Nicholas Hardesty on the subject of Taming the Tongue, reminds us of this need to honor God with our speech and then goes on to say (in regard to the Catechism of the Catholic Church),

“Conversely, abusive language is forbidden by the fifth commandment [CCC](no. 2073), and anyone who is angry with his brother is liable to judgment (no. 2302-2303). Respect for the reputation of persons forbids every attitude and word likely to cause them unjust injury (no. 2477).

Finally, cussing often includes taking God’s name in vain, and this is certainly forbidden, as is language against the Church, the saints, and sacred things (no. 2148).”

As a writer and English teacher, I must admit a bit of personal bias. To me, swearing or cursing seems lazy. I can think of a dozen more interesting ways to address a comment rather than fill it with expletives.

Having said all this, I too sometimes swear. I try not to, and I think that writing curse words is much more intentional than sputtering out one, but I too am guilty. No one is perfect, and as with all sinful behavior, swearing can become a habit and a very difficult one to break. We can seek reconciliation in the sacrament of Confession and start over. We are called to be holy and our language should reflect that.

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In this environment of hostility and divisiveness, perhaps changing our language to a gentler, more precise tone would be a good start to bringing back civility in our society.

Copyright 2018 Mary Lou Rosien

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