#i offered to listen and help her and i'd do it gladly if she takes up my offer

[stellacadente]

i guess i need to have a "god i'm so awful and selfish and wrong and shameful for having attempted suicide" moment at least once a day for the foreseeable future

[harrysmimi]

Maybe If You're Lucky

Synopsis: One where Harry is smitten like a kitten

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Harry had been so smitten lately. He thinks he might be in love even!

So it all started when he met this girl who was apparently new to town and was asking for directions to him, also apparently her google map was confusing her and she was joining her new job that day. He of course helped her out that day, never thinking that she would take the same route everyday to work from then.

One day he finally gathered up enough courage to to go approach her. Yes, he is more shy when he's not on the stage.

Turned out she did seemed to know who he was and what he did for living, in fact she said she was a One Direction fan at some point but, soon enough Taylor Swift took over her life, which is fair enough. Now she does listens to few of his solo songs, his debute solo album is her most favourite she told him.

Now he got to know she moved to London for her new job as the assistant manager at the headquarters of her firm. It was a big day for her, which Harry gladly saved.

Now he's got himself a date with her!

Her nervously got ready, in just a simple black dress shirt, with a pair of pants, he had let his hair be messy. He quickly put on a nice pair of dress shoes and threw on a coat before he was out of the door. He drove directly to the restaurant where they were supposed to meet up. He only had to wait exactly two minutes before his date was jogging upto the restaurant.

Her bag thrown over her shoulder, a beanie on her head and glove covered hands. She was trying to walk as quickly as she can, huffing put of breath. Harry decided to walk upto her even though he have to walk back towards the restaurant.

"Hey," he greeted her with a big smile.

"Hi," he huffed, and slowed down her her pace. "Sorry, I am really not used to walking."

"That's alright, let's fo in and get you some water first." He grabbed a gentle hold of her hand, he knew she was at work. She had some extra work so she was working on Saturday. That's why their lunch date became a dinner date. Just as they were about to get into the restaurant, YN gasped.

"I swear I was on the same bus, why did I got down like 10 minutes away!" She groaned in frustration, earning a giggle from Harry.

"You'll learn, come on now." He urged her inside, it was warmer and she needs water. They finally sat down and waiter served them some water. "I'll take it your day at work was good then?"

"Oh yeah!" She nodded taking a big sip of her water, "I thought I'd enjoy it more here, meeting new people and all, it's someone as worse as back home. Sorry I am complaining. How was your day?"

"No you're not!" He defended, "my day was pretty good, very productive day." She smiled in reply on hearing about his day.

Soon they ordered their food, and hot know more about one another. Just the mandatory first date things, he got to know few little things and that was pretty much it. Harry could see she was getting overwhelmed. Of course, she has been working all day and she is most definitely tired.

"Come on I'll drop you to your place." Harry suggested as he helped her put on her coat.

"Oh you don't have to really, I can take the bus." She said politely, "thanks though."

"You sure? It's quite late." He pointed out. To be honest he did not wanted the night with her to come to an end. He really did enjoyed the time spent with her. "I insist."

"Okay, thank you." She accepted his offer. Harry so kindly got the door her like a gentleman he is. He drove her to her place, it was a safe neighborhood in a complex. He stopped just right by her building and got out with her. "I had a good evening with you, Harry, thank you for being such a gentleman."

"Thank you for giving me your time," he blushed, "hope we could do this again sometime?"

"Yeah." She beamed a rather contained smile.

There was going to be a second date!

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It's been three months, the second date happened.

It was a picnic. She brought some delicious home cooked food which reminded her of home. But it's been a good month and half since they both saw one another. Harry had to be in New York for work.

Harry was dying to see her again, hug her again. He was invited over to hers for lunch when he gets back to London.

YN on the other hand was trying her best to get accustomed to the new country and people around her, Harry definitely helped alot and she made a few friends. Her neighbour, Nina was definitely one those people for her who introduced her to her friends. Her weekends were hardly ever spent at home since. Harry said he looked forward to seeing hearing about her weekends on Monday when they have a nice little call during her lunch break.

YN adjusting to her work was really nothing out of blue, she definitely did got the promotion a couple of months before she got to know they needed her at the headquarters. She was used to the work load and pressure. And her colleagues seemed have not to like her much as someone superior at work.

Well, her dad is the CMO at the branch back home, she had joined at junior executive at the age of 18 and made her way up. Did her dad being CMO helped her growth? You can say that. And she is clearly aware of that fact. But her own superiors did not gave a crap about her dad being CMO at the headquarters or at the branch back home, and she worked hard to be where she is. She gave ten years of her life to the company.

And with her sharing these tid bits with her parents had them have a surprise visit to her place. It ruined her plan with Harry. She haven't told her parents about him yet, though they had a idea there was a boy involved. She doesn't even have the heart to tell Harry the truth.

She was at work and her parents and brother were out that dah exploring the city on a Monday. Harry had went in to visit YN. He looked all cosy and snuggly in his winter clothes and a visitors pass hanging around his neck. He'd brought in lunch for YN.

"Hey!" He greeted her the first thing with a hug as she approached him in the waiting area.

"Hi," she hugged him back, "you look handsome!"

"Thanks, love." He smiled shyly, "you look pretty." He tucked loose strands of her hair behind her ear and fixed the fringes she impulsively got last weekend. No she wasn't drunk.

"Thank you." She had a hold her his arm as if she is nervous to tell him something. It was like when she her parents found out that she snuck a kitten in her school back pack on her way home a day after she did pretty badly on a test. "I have to tell you something."

"Yeah, you want to tell me over the lunch?" He suggested, "it's getting cold."

"Oh, yeah, yeah." She realised he was holding a paper bag with take out food containers. She showed him the way to cafeteria and they both sat down at the table farthest away in the corner.

"What is it you wanted to tell me?" He brought up the topic.

"So, my parents are here." She started but paused for his reaction. He isn't really surprised, he really didn't know how to react.

"And...?" He asked.

"I am sorry we'll have to postpone the lunch, they're staying for two weeks." She shared.

"That's fine, love," he shrugged it off, "don't worry about it."

"I haven't told them about you and I, yet..."

"That's completely fine too." This took YN by surprise. But he's told his entire family about her, he had told his mother about her even though they haven't even made it official yet. Hell, they've only been on two dates.

It's a different story that Harry is completely head over heels for her already, that he ended up telling his mum about her and hence his sister and dad and step mother too. She doesn't have to do the same.

"I don't know what to tell them." She shrugged, "the last time I told them I am seeing this guy in junior college, they grounded me!" She let out a chuckled sigh, feeling embarrassed. And here too, it's a different story she was being delusional just to late find out that boy already was double dating two other girls. So her grounding was to really ground her.

"Hey," Harry switched seats to sit next to her. "It's alright, I know we haven't made things official yet but we haven't had the chance to have that conversation yet."

"Do you want to make it official?" She asked carefully, looking at him through her lashes. "It's been pretty official to me."

"I'd love nothing more than that!" He grinned a toothy smile as he placed a kiss on the apple of her cheek. She held up her pinky, he hooked his own around hers. "But do take your time to tell your parents about me and us, there is no rush."

"You're just too perfect, stop!" She hugged his arm making him giggle. She was honestly too nervous about telling him that her parents do jot have any idea about him, but no more than telling the people who birthed her that she is dating a white man. A British white man to be exact!

"I try." He giggled.

They had a good time during her lunch break. YN went back home that evening and decided to tell her parents while she prepared for dinner with her dad. Well, surprisingly her dad was the easiest to handle, he doesn't get angry easily. Her mother on the other hand, she is a tough time. So she decided to tell her dad who will later handle his wife in his own way, he can take all her wrath for his only daughter.

"Well, I knew." Her dad told her, "Jerin told me that there was a lad visiting you today on lunch." He emphasised on the word 'lad' making her chuckle. "Why don't you invite him over for dinner this weekend? Of course, if he is ready."

"You sure?" She asked cautiously.

"Yeah. I'll tell you mother later on." He assured her.

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It was Saturday, and least to say YN's mother was just dealing with it. Given the fact her daughter is dating a British guy. She did not approved that. She would rather her daughter marry an Indian guy from a well sophisticated family. But she was willing to put up with this dinner for YN.

Harry on the other hand was lowkey panicking. He had been ranting about this to his therapist for entire week. His nerves were all time high, though he was pretty good at hiding it. He had picked out a pretty semi formal outfit for the evening, a baby blue dress shirt, and black dress pants, with a pair or his faux leather shoes, he chose to wear just few of his rings leaving out his initials rings. He didn't wanted to seem narcissistic on the first meeting with his girlfriend's parents.

He picked up a bouquet of flowers for the mother of his lady, and a rose for her. When he finally got upto her flat, he could hear the laughs and commotion coming from inside of the house. It definitely did calmed his nerves down a bit. Her family seemed a little inviting already, even though he is just a door away from them. He rung the bell, and a few seconds later a young man opened the door.

"You must be Harry?" He said, "I am Veer, YN's brother. Come on in!" He moved aside so Harry can get in. "Please take off your shoes, YN just cleaned her entire flat today."

"Oh, okay." He nodded. And just as they entered the living room, he saw YN on standing on the edge of the backrest of her sofa which was pushed against the wall, hanging up pictures frames. She clearly looked a bit frustrated, her eye bags gave it away. She still looked gorgeous, dressed in an oversized beige jumper and a pair of loose fit jeans and her Cars socks. Her hair tied up with a claw clip on the back of her head. She had just one of the picture hug up before Harry caught her eye and she turned red in embarrassment. There was still a pile of frames stacked up on the coffee table.

Her flat was pretty small for four people to live in, but perfectly too bit for one person. Given all he knows her family is staying with her at her place. The living room was small and cosy, and door which lead to the bedroom. A kitchen which he missed by the hallway. It was all cute, and interior reflected YN's personality in it.

YN quickly got down from the sofa and approached him. "I am sorry about that."

"It's alright, love." He told her calmly.

"This is my mother, Harry. And Mumma this is Harry." YN introduced both of them. Harry went to approach her mother carefully and have her the bouquet of flowers.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. YLN."

"Thank you for these Harry, and like wise." The lady smiled. Which took YN by surprise. "And this is Veer, YN's brother."

"Yeah, we met at the door." Veer said, "go on, why don't tou meet dad he's in the kitchen."

"Oh, yes!" YN grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him back towards the hallway he just came in from and to the kitchen.

There the man was, a look alike of his girlfriend. Gray hair and beard kept clean and nice, a pink appron wrapped around his waist as he cooked up some amazing food.

"Papa, meet Harry!" YN announced, "Harry this is my dad."

"Hello sir, nice to meet you!" Harry smiled shyly as he approached with a handshake, but YN's dad surprised him with a hug.

"Nice to meet you too Harry." YN's dad said patting his back. "So Harry, do you like to cook?"

"I am not very well at cooking I'm afraid, but I can cook some pasta dishes." He shared, "this smells very fragrant, I should say!"

"Papa is the best cook ever," YN started, "his best dish is the Chicken Pulao he makes, since you're vegetarian he's just making veg today."

"That's very considerate, thank you!" He again smiled shyly.

"You kids go out and have fun, food is almost ready." YN's dad suggested, "we'll have a chat over dinner."

"Sure, you want any help?" YN asked to which her dad declined. She took a hold of Harry's hand and walked him out.

"Harry you want to see YN's baby pictures?" Veer announced.

"Oh god!" YN groaned rolling her eyes as she followed Harry to the sofa, he quietly handed her the rose he got her.

He sat down as Veer shared back stories of each of YN's baby pictures. He got to know YN is the youngest, she's got yet another older brother is stuck at work unfortunately. There was a family picture frame where YN seemed to be around 22-23, she had worn a gorgeous black sparkly saree with a slick back bun and a bold burgundy lip. Oh how Harry was smitten again!

Another picture from the same day with both of her brothers. And a few other pictures pf her with her niece and baby nephew. The reason behind all these pictures was her mother who didn't wanted her daughter to feel alone all the way in another continent. Which is very sweet in Harry's opinion. It's a rather good option to stay grounded when you can see pictures of people who you love and who love you everyday.

Soon the dinner was ready and least to say, Harry felt very welcomed in her family. He felt all his worries melt away the more he got to know her parents. Yeah, her mum is a little tough but she is like a marshmallow inside who loves her daughter dearly.

Harry also noticed YN had the tose he got her tucked over her right ear nicely. She looked adorable that way.

Again he did not wanted the night to come to an end but he had to leave, he's got to go studio the very next morning. YN walked him back to his car.

"It was fun meeting your parents, your dad is amazing!" Harry shared.

"Seems he already likes you, more than me might I add." YN giggled.

"What about your mum, she did not seemed much impressed by me, did I do something wrong?"

"Don't worry about her, she'll come around." YN assured him. "I don't want you to go though!"

"Trust me baby, I don't want to leave either." Harry sighed as he leaned back on his car reaching out to pull her closer with his hands on her hips. "We'll spend the next weekend together, yeah?"

"Yup!" She nodded, "thank you for the flower, it's very pretty!"

"You make it look prettier." He swears he's falling in with this girl every passing micro second, he's just too nervous confess just yet. His compliment made her blush though, "anyway, will I be able to see you in a saree in person?"

She squinted her eyes as if she is thinking hard. "Maybe if you're lucky. One day, yeah."

"Oh if I am lucky?" He raised his eyebrows acting surprised, "aren't I lucky now? Have got you in my arms."

YN's awkward senses kicked in as her nose scrunched up to mock him, "you are lucky, yeah!"

Harry let put a defeated sigh, "I don't want to leave."

"You have got an album to make." YN pouted sadly looking at him with puppy eyes behind her glasses. "I have be up early tomorrow as well, apparently my dad's got a surprise which requires getting up early."

"Well do share with me what the surprise is." He said to which she nodded, they stayed in silence for a couple of minutes before he impulsively asked her, "can I kiss you?" It's shocking? Not really, they haven't kissed yet. Well, they hardly saw one another.

YN reaction was holding back an embarassed laugh covering her mouth, "I haven't done before, so sorry if I suck. But yes, you can kiss me!" That made Harry giggle.

"You are adorable!" He went in for the kiss sliding up one his hand on the back of her head. He pressed his lips on hers gently, in a closed mouth lips which lingered longer than YN anticipated. "See it was amazing!" He announced again making her hide her fave in his chest. "Alright, you're making it harder for me to leave now."

"It's working then." She mumbled again the fabric of his shirt. "Okay, okay I'll let you go now. But text me when you get home yeah?"

"You know I will." He pressed a kiss on her hair. She reluctantly pulled away from him and took a few steps backwards before she was running back into her building.

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Now it's been a couple of more months. Harry birthday passed by. He got to finally take YN to see his mum and sister, he said he'd take her to see his dad some other time as he seemed to be busy around that time.

Harry was invited to one his best friend's birthday and album released party. Ed Sheeran, his best friend. To which of course he decided to go, he asked his girlfriend to be his date. It was going to big party at one Ed's Villa. It was a themed party, everyone was supposed to wear something black.

So Harry put on one his simpler suit, styled up his hair and put on some nice cologne, got a rose for on the way. He went over to pick up his girl. He went upto her flat instead amd what he saw left him in complete and utter awh!

There she was wearing the same saree he saw her wearing in those pictures few months ago. She looked exactly as stunning in those pictures, or somehow even more. This time she had her hair pulled up in a low slick bun, and wore a smokey eye look and the same bold burgundy lip. God he could kiss her right then and there!

So he did, he pulled her in a big smooch on her mouth. "God, you look stunning baby!"

"Thank you!" She smiled shyly, "oh can you please help me get this?" She turned around and there was a top hook left opened which she couldn't get, so he helped her with it.

"Also, I'm gonna do this." He placed the rose carefully on the side of bun. He'd especially asked the florist to cut the stem short because he's figured YN loved wearing roses he gets her.

"Aw, that's cute, I'm gonna go look at it!" She bunny jogged to her bedroom and came back out just as quickly. "It looks so nice!"

"It does indeed." He agreed grinning ear to ear.

"Okay let me wear my shoes and we can leave." She clapped her hands silently and was hopping her way to her shoe rack before he stopped her.

"And where is your coat, miss?" He asked.

"Oh, I don't need that. It'll ruin my look!" She whined as she looked for her shoes.

"Nuh-uh, we're not going anywhere unless you wear your coat. It's fucking freezing outside, don't want you getting sick. Get your coat or a cardigan at least." He insisted, but firmly. He seriously wouldn't budge, he'd got to know her well in these five months that she gets sick way too easily. Like every month she has to catch a fever or a cold.

She slump walked to her room and got a coat, which he helped put on. And once she put on her shoes they were headed out. Harry drove her to the party.

"I can't believe I am casually going to Ed Sheeran's birthday party!" She fangirled in the car. And even told Harry about how she impulsively bought very expensive looking tickets to his shows, two of them so she is not alone and can drag her friend along. She had just started her new job at the very minimal salary. More than half of her monthly salary went into buying those tickets (the nosebleeds!!) and she gradually saved up enough to book a hotel room and train tickets as the concert was in another city. Those were best chaotic three months of her life.

Finally Harry stopped in front of the venue. It was a party thrown by Ed's manager and least to say the mans did not shy back on spending money. There were valet for every guest. YN felt at ease now knowing she won't be over dressed.

She enjoyed the party would be an understatement, she had a blast. Especially Harry introduced her to Ed in person, her inner fangirl did not shy off. YN was bursting with joy when they left the party.

"Oh my god! I actually got to meet him!" She fangirled on her way back to Harry's car with a little hop to her walk.

Harry was just happy to see her happy and bubbly. They finally stopped by his car by the passenger side, he pulled in close with his hands on her back, under her coat softly caressing her exposed skin.

"Did you enjoyed yourself?" He asked, moving in closer.

"I actually had a blast!" She exclaimed again making him giggle.

"Haven't got to kiss you all day." He pouted sharing. He was actually hesitant of ruining her makeup, thinking her lipstick might smudge or something.

"I was with you the whole evening, why didn't you?" She looked at him confused but could feel her heart melt.

"Don't want to ruin your makeup and smudge up your lipstick." He looked at her with puppy eyes.

"You know I wouldn't have mind, plus my lipstick is tranfer proof." She shared watching his fave lit up.

"Why didn't you tell me that before!" He gasped, and the next thing YN knew was feeling his lips on hers in a needy kiss.

In that moment he knew, he loved her.

[edith-hyde]

Hey, I don't know if you still up for it ot whether you have some rules about requests, but I've seen your post about doing Peter Hale x reader and others. And I'd really like to see your general dating headcanons with Peter Hale or Chris Argent💛

I've got so many ideas for a Peter Hale series! I hope to start posting it eventually. I will gladly do a dating headcanons for him. And I'll throw in Chris too. Everything here will be safe for work, of course. Enjoy!

Dating Peter Hale

He was so scared to tell you the truth about what he was, but when you found out, you didn't care.

He loves showing off his money. Expect expensive gifts.

But he's not a fan of huge crowds, so no big fancy dinners. He much prefers to eat in private with just the two of you. Or maybe at some small place.

Does NOT like candle lit dinners. Nor a yule log at Christmas. Or grilling out.

You and he learn how to cook together because he's so used to just buying all his meals. There's a lot of burned chicken, but also a lot of joy and laughter and making out in the kitchen. (That's why it burned.)

He's very touch starved. When you first start dating, he flinches every time you touch him. It takes some time, but eventually he can't keep himself from reaching for your hand or laying on your shoulder. He's heavy but you're fine with it.

He wants to make all the plans so you don't have to worry about anything. Just trust him to know what's best.

If you have family, they probably aren't too fond of him. He brings expensive wine to get-togethers though, so that might put him in their good graces if they like that kind of thing. If not, he'll depend on his usual charms. It might take awhile, but they'd eventually accept that he's here to stay.

Expect calls in the middle of the night. Or he might just show up. He doesn't sleep well and he needs comfort from the nightmares. If he hasn't slept the night before, he will curl up in your lap on your sofa and sleep. Stroking his hair really helps. When he's truly comfortable with you, he's prone to just falling asleep just so long as you're somewhere nearby. He especially likes to nap while you're driving.

Loves to just walk with you in the woods.

He's surprisingly knowledgeable about furniture and helps you decorate your house or apartment.

He wants everyone to know that you belong to him. He purposefully nuzzles into your hair to leave his scent on you. He loves giving you his jacket too. All the werewolves in town know you're taken.

Despite his bravado, he's constantly worried that you're going to leave him. He needs regular assurances that you love him.

He gets jealous easily. Your guy friends might wanna watch out. And you might have to have a long talk with Peter and get it through his head that they're not a threat to your relationship. Once he's 100% sure, this calms down. But he still doesn't like men fliting with you.

You help him rebuild his relationship with Malia and he loves you even more for it. The three of you sometimes get together and do dinner. You're there to console her when she and Scott break up and you have to keep Peter from going to LA and trying to kill Scott for a third time.

He constantly brags about having you to Derek and anyone else who will listen.

He will listen to you rant about work and the people that bother you. Then he'll offer to take them out. You assume he's joking, but sometimes, if they really upset you, he totally means it.

He will show up at your work and pester you. It's distracting, but you love seeing him.

His name for you in his phone is "My Queen".

He gives great skin care advice and has a wonderful sense of fashion. Also knows all the best hair care products. He loves to take you shopping for new stuff and buys everything. He gets broody if you won't let him shower you in gifts.

Sometimes when he's emotional, his eyes will turn blue and he will turn away because he's worried about scaring you. When you kiss him despite his fangs, he knows you truly don't care. You're even kinda into it much to his amusement.

If he upsets you, expect a huge vase of flowers. If you're not a flowers person, he gets chocolates or some kind of jewelry. He knows he can't buy your affections, but that isn't going to stop him from trying. He will eventually give a proper apology, but he hates admitting that he was wrong. Consider yourself lucky if he does.

Dating Chris Argent

He's the sweetest thing on the planet. His tired blue eyes and sad smile make you melt every time.

He lights up every time he sees you.

He lets you pick where you go to dinner, though he usually surprises you with a home made meal. This man can cook and you love it.

Brings you coffee or hot chocolate almost every morning.

Mows your grass and fixes your car for you without being asked.

You like to watch him clean his guns after a mission.

Sometimes comes home with some pretty gnarly wounds. You always clean him up and make him promise it won't happen again. But it keeps happening anyways. He hates to make you worry, but he has a job to do.

Early in your relationship, he constantly tries to run. He's afraid that if you love him, you'll die like everyone else has. It takes you awhile, but you eventually manage to convince him that you're not going anywhere.

Date night is just diner and a movie on his couch. He's not a fan of hanging out in public. But he will go to the park with you on sunny days. If you have an interest in guns, he'll take you to a shooting range.

He likes to just dance with you around the kitchen when he's in a really good mood.

He takes you on trips to France after you've been together for awhile, and shows you all the best places away from the crowds.

If you have any family, they are wary of him at first, but then they love him. He's so respectful. Your mom wants you to marry him tomorrow.

He has some trouble sleeping and can often be found sitting on his back porch, having a beer at night. If you show up, he finds it easier to get some rest.

He will always do his best to keep you safe. He might even train you how to fight if you ask.

If he does train you, you like to distract him while sparring by kissing him. It works every time.

He often has Scott and his friends over for dinner. You love having so many fun people around.

In a perfect world, Isaac comes and visits often and once accidentally calls you mom. Chris thinks it's hilariously adorable.

If he upsets you, he gives a sincere apology. You can't stay mad at those sad blue eyes no matter how hard you try.

[tideswept]

So I'm in trouble but... also inching my way out of it. Precariously.

Yet I still need help.

I've covered the last few months in two other posts, so forgive me for a brief summary before an update.

In September, my mother killed herself when I told her I wanted to move out. She had B(borderline)PD and it'd gotten bad. I couldn't take it anymore.

Unfortunately, I'd quit my job to take care of her after a series of hospital stays and to also secretly do her job for her, as it paid better, and we could survive on it as long as I kept my head down and just did the work.

So overnight I lost my mother and my job. I had no savings because her self-destructive behavior was stealing to buy herself things, and by then she'd stolen my identity and tanked my credit.

With the help of a friend, distant family members, and you guys, I managed to stay afloat a little longer searching for a way to survive. There's no social help available where I live; my last hope was to plead with my aunt to allow me to sleep in her garage while I worked and saved money, paying her what I could in rent, and she told me I wasn't a part of her family.

By then I hadn't been able to pay November's rent, but the landlords kindly did not evict me until this week. With the aid of a friend I've moved temporarily into a motel, and my luck is turning around because I've found a room to rent at a decent price! There's finally a way forward instead of the constant wall I kept slamming into.

I'm terrified. But for once I'm also hopeful. It's a new city, strangers I don't know, and I intend to find a job immediately, but I need a little help. I'm afraid to lose my chance if just one thing doesn't go right. Any money I receive will be spent to pay my phone bill (so that I can apply to jobs), bus fare (more job applying) and a little food. (energy for even MORE job applying)

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[felice-jaganshi]

His Pet

Alastor X OC

Chapter 9

They started to walk home, her hand in the crook of his arm, looking like a proper old timey couple. Zariah started zoning out again though, having too many thoughts running through her head from all the sights and sounds and everything that just happened. So many new story ideas! New dark romances she could write!

Alastor noticed her eyes glaze over and chuckled, “ah darling~ you're lucky I have a hold on you. Who knows where you'd wander without my arm to guide you home.”

They passed by the Vee's tower, and Vox rushed out, blocking their path. “Alastor! Out and about after such a humiliating defeat to Adam?! And with a little paid whore on your arm too?! Hah! I would have thought you were above something like that, but I guess not.” He was grinning like mad, excited to slander Alastor publicly at every turn.

Zariah spoke up for him next, “Hey, Alastor is a true gentleman and doesn't need to pay anyone to want to be around him!” She smirked, “Even you ran to come see him, didn't you?”  Vox cracked with electric fury, and Alastor patted her head,

Alastor laughed as well, however, “Ahahaha.. Voxy boy, you should know by now that I do not go out with just anyone. They must be quite special for me to show interest, and my dear pet here definitely fits the bill.” 

“Now dear, let me handle this. Box is just jealous that I'd rather spend time with you than him.”

Suddenly a blast of electricity shot towards Zariah's face, only to be blocked by Alastor's cane. “We'll see if you still want her on your arm after I rip her stupid tails off!” She squeaked and moved to stand behind Alastor, freeing his arm to do as he needed to fight vox.

(I can't actually write fight scenes to save my life~~ so we'll skip that~~)

Vox's screen was cracked and he took several steps back towards his tower. “Fortunately for you, I have an important meeting, so I'll have to kick your ass another day!” He turned into electricity and jumped into a security camera. Alastor chuckled softly and turned to Zariah, offering her his arm again. She gladly accepted, and though he didn't look injured at all, she used some subtle healing magic on him just in case. 

“It seems our little Voxie can only handle so much before he has to bow down and retreat. You did quite well today my dear. I'm proud of you.” 

She purred at his words, “really? I'm glad!” 

He smiled fondly at her, “Remember when I said I'd take our bond seriously? Well, I realize I haven't been keeping good on that promise lately. I've been questioning your intentions and brought shame upon myself. I am… not the best at trusting others. But I will make more of an effort with you. Because you've earned it.”

She blushed and looked at him, her heart fluttering and butterflies in her gut. This was the most romantic thing he'd ever said!

Alastor felt a little weird about the way she looked at him, but decided not to comment on it as they made their way back to the hotel. They entered and Angel Dust was immediately pulling her off of Alastor's arm.

“Z! Hey, you okay?!” He held her shoulders and looked her over. Charlie had told him about Alastor yelling at her when he got back from work.

“Yeah, I'm fine Dusty. Why wouldn't I be? Oh, did you hear about the Vox fight already?” She asked with a head tilt, that was fast if so…

“What? No, I heard about…” He looked over at Alastor, then threw an arm casually around her shoulders and acted casual, “Listen, tomorrow night I'm going out clubbing with some friends, I want ya to come with me okay? I just know you're gonna love it!” He was trying to play it cool. If her situation was like his and Valentino's… he wanted to help you, but knew he'd have to be careful about it or he might make it worse…

She smiled and hugged Angel, “Sure! I've never been to a club!” She turned to Alastor, “Al, I'm gonna go out with Dusty tomorrow, okay?” She wasn't asking permission, just stating a fact.

His eyes half closed, considering telling her no… then thought better of it, “hm, alright. But I'm sending Husker with you.” He then left them alone.

Angel's face lit up, and he called out to Husker, “alright! Yo Whiskers! You're getting tomorrow off!”

Zariah smiled, “oh, you had work today right? Want me to massage out any sore spots while ya bitch about it?” 

Angel sighed and leaned his weight into her, “yes, puh-lease! Your hands are magic! Literally!” He laughed at his own joke.

Lucifer watched them from a doorway, speaking to Charlie in the other room. “She seems alright… you said she sometimes goes hazy eyed and spaces out? That I think might just be trauma from getting kicked out of heaven… that kinda thing really messes you up. I would know.”

Charlie sighed, “she also locks herself in her room for hours on end some days and won't tell any of us what she's doing in there. I'm trying to respect her right to privacy and hoping she'll tell me when she's ready, but I'm still worried.”

He nodded, “hm, I think I can get in. If we can get her to open up to everyone, rather than shutting herself away, we'll be able to see easier if he does try anything with her.”

“You're right… but, maybe she'll unlock his softer side. If she can touch his heart, she may be the key to his redemption.”

“Heh, you're an even bigger dreamer than me. I don't know if I can be that optimistic.” 

Content warning: there be Valentino shenanigans from next chapter onwards. It will all be less than what's in episode 4. But, proceed with caution anyways if you are sensitive like me.

[viatagrinner]

Keith VS Licht. A struggle sweeter than candy.

MC received an invitation ticket to a candy store from a friend she met in town.

But what is written in small letters on the ticket surprised her. She doesn't know what to do. At that moment, the girl hears two people's footsteps.

Keith: Hey, Miss MC.

Licht: It's rare to see you with such a frown on your face.

MC: Prince Licht, Prince Keith!

They're probably both back from practice.

Yves once told MC that both guys train with each other a lot.

Keith: Can I talk to you?

Keith: As Mr. Licht said, you seemed to be in some kind of trouble.

Keith: Besides, I think it's easier to find a solution with two people than with one.

MC: Prince Keith...

Licht: ..... With three people.

Keith: What?

Licht: It's much easier to find three people than two.

Keith: Mr. Licht.....

MC: Prince Licht...

Licht: Why is Keith calling my name too?

Keith: I'm sorry. I'm just glad that you felt the same way.

The girl feels good that they care about her.

However...

(Prince Licht and Prince Kate's words make me genuinely happy.)

(But the reason I was worried wasn't so hard.)

She dared to show the invitation ticket.

Licht: Each ticket is valid for...

Keith: You are both welcome to visit us.

MC: So, I thought it would be a waste to go alone, and I was worried...

Keith & Licht: ......

(This is what I mean when I say that silence is the best.)

Both guys' silence is unbearable for Miss.

MC: Sorry, the reason for your concern is too small.

Licht: It's really small.

MC: I'm really sorry...

Licht: But I'm glad it was something that could be solved quickly.

Licht: A frown doesn't suit you.

Keith: That's right. I want Miss MC to smile.

Again, the words of the two princes warmed the girl. MC is very glad to have met them when she was confused.

MC: Listening to your kind words, I'm beginning to think that I don't have to solve my problem...

Licht & Keith: What...?

MC: It's written that there must be two people, and I'm alone...

Keith: No.

Keith: Oh, no, I just thought it would be more fun if you could go with someone else.

Keith hastily mouthed his words in a panic, lowering his eyebrows.

Keith: I'm sorry to interrupt you so suddenly.

MC: No, it's okay.

But it can't be helped, it takes two people.

MC: A man to go with me....

The two princes immediately stepped forward and opened their mouths at the same time.

Keith & Licht: Then I...

Keith & Licht: .....

Keith & Licht: Together.

Keith & Licht: ....

(Awesome. Breathtaking.)

The heroine thought she witnessed their closeness to each other/their friendship with each other.

She remembered that both princes have a big sweet tooth and love to eat.

MC gave them the invitation.

MC: Prince Licht and Prince Keith, please enjoy yourselves together.

Licht: How can that happen? You're the one who got the invitation.

Keith: Your decision to use this invitation is final.

Both princes declined her offer.

But then there will be three of them. The choice between the two "gentle" princes, who gladly listened to her, is "heartbreaking".

Licht: You said you had never been in this store.

MC: ....? Yes.

Licht: I know where it is. You should have someone who can give you directions.

Licht: ....But I can also tell you about other good pastry stores.

(Does this mean that Prince Licht will guide me along the way? It would save me a lot of worry.)

The girl's heart leaned toward Licht.

Then Keith raised his hand awkwardly.

Keith: ... MC, you loved books, right?

Keith: There's a popular book about Jade. I'd like to show it to you.

Keith: Hmm... while eating sweets.

Keith's approach is different from Licht's. The girl's heart wavers.

(It's hard to get books from other countries, and I want to know what books are popular.)

My mind leans toward Keith.

She is at a loss, but suddenly an idea pops into her head.

MC: You're both good, but I'm confused.

MC: Let's just rely on luck.

Licht: Luck?

MC: Rock-paper-scissors.

Licht and Keith agree. Tension reads in the air.

(Very serious face, now we're going to play a game of rock-paper-scissors, right?)

There were 10 attempts, but each time Keith and Licht showed the same thing.

Licht and Keith can get along well with each other.

(In some ways, however, I also feel abandoned by my luck.)

The girl decides to stop this game. Licht wonders what she will do next.

She does ask them to accept her invitation card.

The two of them have always helped MC get rid of her feelings of anxiety and depression. Licht would accompany her into town, Keith would invite her to tea parties. This ticket is like a token of gratitude.

Licht: You think candy is the main reason we want to go to the candy store?

MC: Why? Isn't it?

Seeing MC tilt her head, Licht was a little surprised, and Keith smiled.

Keith: No, it's not. Neither Mr. Licht nor I would be this desperate if you weren't with us.

Licht: ...That's why I don't want to give up on you.

Keith: I don't think I want to give up on you either.

Golden and crimson eyes look at her with all seriousness. Princes don't mess around.

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A few days later.

The three of them arrive at the candy store.

MC&Licht&Keith: Delicious...

The girl didn't use her ticket.

Keith and Licht were happily stuffing their cheeks with cake, and the attitude naturally became relaxed.

Keith complimented the cake. But the girl doesn't have that sweetness, then the prince of Jade decided to feed the heroine.

(Maybe I'm the only one who thinks this is embarrassing.)

Determined, she ate the cake.

Keith: I'm glad you liked it, Miss MC. Would you like another piece?

Poor MC's heart struggled to hold out.

But suddenly someone with soft force turned her toward herself. It was Licht.

Licht, having said that there was cream on the girl's cheeks, began to wipe the girl's face a little awkwardly.

He wants to give the heroine a treat, too. Licht offered animal-shaped cookies. The girl took the wolf-shaped cookie. She liked it.

Keith: I've been thinking about it since the tea party, but Miss MC is a good eater.

Licht: Sometimes she looks like an animal.

Keith: Yeah. You move your little mouth and you're so cute I want to look at you forever.

Licht: ....Well, I won't deny it.

Keith: Ah, Mr. Licht thought the same thing.

Keith: Speaking of Miss MC's attractiveness, I wonder if there are other cute things...

Licht: Cute.....

Licht: Sometimes she smiles when she reads a book.

Keith: I didn't see that. I envy you, Mr. Licht.

All the kind words can make the heroine faint with embarrassment.

Keith: What's wrong, Miss MC?

MC: Ah...

Licht: Your face is red.

The girl tries to write it off to the heat.

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In the carriage. On the way to the castle.

Miss has fallen asleep. Keith and Licht look at her. Licht is surprised by Keith's behavior. When it comes to MC, the jade prince doesn't give up. Keith likes that she often talks to him. If the heroine is in trouble, he is happy to help her.

Keith: ....No, that's not the main reason.

Keith: I just...maybe I wanted to get along better with her.

Keith doesn't want to broach the subject of his feelings. He notices that Licht has special feelings for the girl, too.

Keith: I've never seen you so adamant. Is it because it's Miss MC?

Licht: ..... I guess you and I are alike.

Keith: Oh, that sounds like something you didn't want me to ask you about....

Licht: It's not that I don't want to be asked.

Licht: But. I don't know yet, so I don't want to say it.

Licht: I'm just like you when it comes to things that bother me.

The carriage bounced and MC' body nearly fell forward. Keith and Licht sat her back down. The girl didn't even wake up.

The two princes look at her fondly.

Licht: You seem so stoic/serious at times, but there's room for that too.

Licht: Maybe that's why I can't take my eyes off you and want to be there for you.

Keith grinned crookedly.

Keith: ...It goes without saying that Mr. Licht knows more about Miss MC.

Keith: I'm just a little jealous of that... It might be too intrusive to think so.

While MC slept with an innocent sleeping face, the two bumbling beasts seemed to be silently throwing little sparks.

[hibernationsuit-remade]

everything under hearts for klara pls!!!!!!!! :3

THANK UUUUU ily <3

details about ocs

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

She is veeeery energetic (unless it's a very long day at work) and gets things easily done <3

Resourceful, she can usually get help very easily and knows a lot of things that could be needed in different situations.

Good listener - Klara tends to listen to people a lot and knows how much it means to be heard. Also offers good advice :]

rest of the questions under the cut

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

Tendency to plan like, everything? She goes through a "bullet journal" (as in. a to do list and planning journal w some facts written here and there) in like a month bc she just does it Soooooo Much. Which has definitely saved her so many times and brings her peace but also, it's not always a fool proof plan and sometimes it makes it hard to do smth when plans change

Klara's very determined, which can be a very good things bc it gives her motivation to go on and do something but which also makes her very stubborn.

Slef-confident - I mean, it's usually a good trait, am I right? Well I put it into neutral category bc while yes it is a very good thing, she can also be a bit Too Self Confident and get into problems. Oops.

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

She can be extremely impatient sometimes, especially at work, but usually just keeps it all in her head (which definitely doesn't do good to her let's be honest)

Overthinker, like, she does it sooooo much. What if this guy who frowned on this meeting frowned bc of her and now the whole deal is ruined and their rival corporation put a bounty on her head. What if her cat doesn't like her bc she bought the wrong cat food. What if these flowers she bought actually mean smth bad and someone who comes for a visit asks about it. It be like that sometimes :(

Sometimes quite argumentative (mostly at work tho).

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

TOBYYYYYYYYYY. :') jdjfjfjjfkfkfkfdkfkfk

She and Tobias have been together for a long time and honestly Klara can't see being w anyone else. Considering her previous relationship experiences, he's the only one who she actually feel safe and cozy and all. Something abt his easy-going, a-bit-too optimistic and barely organized personality that also helps Klara to take it easy and enjoy life as it is.

They've been through a lot, he's been w her when she was going through a lot, they have soooooo much fun together etc etc. The conversations they have bc they both love to talk and barely have any concept of tmi when speaking with someone they know. Their cat parent things. Being open with each other. They fall asleep cuddling every time.

🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends?

FRIENDS!!!!! her family can prioritize itself they're high status ppl anyway

UM FOR REAL THOUGH. While Klara loves her family, she prefers her friends much more bc they are less nosy and more trustworthy. She spends a lot of time with them and cares about them so fucking much <3 She loves helping them too and would gladly put them first and her family time second.

Klara's family has a lot of people who have high rank jobs at corporations & are kinda rich which means they can take care of their own problems and barely ever need to be prioritized. AAAND she also tends to, well, mostly contact them when she has something work related to do bc they're also part of her job network despite being in a different department.

She does go to their events sometimes but not always. They understand and actually find it completely fine. She and her moms call each other every month to talk abt life.

💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any?

Klara speaks English & Swedish, plus some French (her level is B1 i'd say).

💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

INSIDE! but she also loves taking nature walks every now and then. Going to the beach or a forest makes her feel good <3

💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world?

sjjfjfjjfjfkfjfj does being too good with personal finances count.

💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background?

She's American-Swedish hehe

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

Ooooh yes :') When I say her job is a bit dangerous I mean it. These suits r sometimes out for blood and will do basically anything to get things in their way. Klara doesn't really enjoy this aspect of her role and frankly, she mostly manages to avoid it, but sometimes things go wrong. :(

Klara hasn't broken anyone's heart but has had hers broken before. As for trust, only once because it was really necessary. She still regrets it.

[lostwithspace]

@galranrepard

Danika was smart enough not to show off her weapon among the bridge. She concealed it when necessary. Only taking it out when among fellow blade members. "I can see that. Must be nice to not have to worry about getting caught here. Seems you make yourself at home wherever you go, hmm? No having to be on the fringe of getting caught aboard a large galra cruiser much less one that's a battle cruiser at that..." Danika sighed putting her weapon away as she was offered a golden apple drink. The fellow blade gladly sat down as she overhead Rio's conversation. "I wouldn't come here unless our leader advised to. Kolivan knows perfectly well who is capable of doing the mission...and since you are pretty good at making this vessel carry off-duty soldiers for a relaxing R&R it could give us a chance to finally bring the Galra Empire down. Especially now since Zarkon is on his death-bed and Haggar is making Lotor come back...there's no doubt that the Galra Empire will fall eventually, but with her at the helm and her druids...it is taking every once and viable resources to get one step ahead." The blue, red, and white galra had heard of those, like Thace, that were not so fortunate to escape the druids. Rumors in fact weren't even close to what her beloved blade brother. He was a hero among the universe for helping Voltron to escape the vile clutches of the central station where Zarkon kept a tight reign on the Galra Empire. "Good. I'm glad you understand though I think you underestimate yourself as a worthy part of the Blade of Marmora. Have some pride and confidence in yourself, Rio. After all...you are the Captain around here, hmm?" Danika reached over to reassure her fellow blade brother before taking a long swig of her drink. It was going to take all of her concentration to relay the whole mission to the captain of the Moth. She held out her data pad and gave it to Rio to look over. "Nothing that you can't handle. Just spying on this crew here while they are off-duty. If you get any vital information send that to me and I'll report back to the base. I will unfortunately have to stick with the commander in order to not get caught, but if I happen to get a break from him for a moment.. I'd like to catch up a bit if that's not a trouble of course." She didn't like fraternizing with the enemy but it was the only way to get intel, but part of her wanted to also hang out with her fellow blade member. He sounded like a lot of fun to be around with, and Danika could use any excuse or time away if only momentarily.

"It's its own beast living here at times, but sometimes you don't have an option and you make the best of it. There a different fringe you find yourself on."

"I-" Rio started to respond, but as the various names and well known officials started to be sent out, he went a little dumbstruck. He snapped out of it when Danika touched him in reassurance, and he slightly flinched, but didn't pull away. He took the pad and started to scroll through it, catching snippets of the information as it streamed pass his eyes.

"Well, a Captain, but a captain of one, plus whatever I can salvage back together." He tried to deflect the compliment offhandedly, but his voice wasn't in it, shaking off the mental stun.

He knew that their movements were tracked and probably other members of the Blades worked to directly or indirectly work against those as big in the Empire as Haggar or, well, the Empire itself as Zarkon. The former soldier just never really expected to having access or working on that level. And not just big names on one side of the conflict either...

"That should be no problem with listening in. Between the universal constant of people willing to talk about anything to a bartender, and a few of the listening devices I have. I'll need to set up a scanning script for key words or phrases so I can have the recordings highlighted without spending all my off time scanning-

"Ah, ahem, sorry, mind already working on the problem, I'm sure I'll get something." Rio pulled a wire from his padd and plugged it into Danika's, and started the data transfer.

"Um... if you feel it's safe to, you can come by. There's a rotation of when I'm open, I think it's set for after every three work rotations, I have two off and empty of any of the cruiser's crew. If you can't get to when you're off, or there's too many people, there's a hatch both above here and down below, I can show you, that bypasses the public general areas. It's been a while since I've had someone up here to socialize with, even more since another Blade member." He tried to give a reassuring smile.

It didn't last too long as he scratched the back of his neck and asked hesitantly. "So... when you say Kolivan knows; does that mean you actually know of him, or just that you heard that passed along?"

[crayonsandclovers]

Lana Del Rey's Unreleased Leaked Songs Ranking just because I can

Okey, I just found a very fucking long list of unreleased but leaked Lana Del Rey songs and as listening to leaked songs is my ugly pleasure hobby I'm gonna find some of them and share them with y'all cause they may be too good to be true (also I'm sharing my own opinion on here, don't eat me, alrighty?)

Also I won't be judging the vocals, I'm focusing more on music and lyrical side of things

4th of July

Almost no text beside 3 repeating lines but the vibe is here, though it's hinting at crack or amphetamine addiction which is a no no to me so i'm gonna give it a 6/10

80's Baby

Okey, so definitely it's only vocals isloated from the entire song so it sounds a bit weird and makes some lines incomprehible but it's understandable in this conditions, i really like the way she says "[...] my 80s baby~" but this song itself doesn't offer much lyrically, but it certainly has some vibe. 6,5/10

1949

Okey, oh boy. So this song is a one big reference to the Lolita book. The song is written from a perspective of title "Lolita" who is 13 years old (if i recall correctly) during her trip with her step-father. In both of the verses there are hints that she doesn't actually feel safe in this relationship and it personally terrifies me just as if i read the book. It is not written as an approval of this situation, it describes the situation from the eyes of the girl - just how the book critises doings of the main hero, step-father by showing the situation from his perspective (to him, this is all normal). Musically, the song is amazing, almost perfect even. Love it, but even though I know about the meaning behind the song, the "Daddy" parts still make me shiver in a bad way (I just dont like this trope in her songs, hot take). Overall nice 7/10

Afraid

Oh god it's something different. This song is about a woman leaving a toxic relationship and being afraid of it at the same time. She thought she could fix him, but she understands she not only couldn't do that, he also gave her nothing but fear. And she actually leaves him. There's no "I'm coming back I think I love him still" plot twist at the end, she stays with her decision up to the very end - and I love it. 9/10, amazing song, only the music is suddenly jumping weirdly? But I can let it slide

All Smiles

Won't rate this one, because there's only one version of the audio out there and it's in bad quality + the crowd cheering doesn't help in understanding the lyrics, -/10 until I find the better version

Angels Forever (Forever Angels)

Oh god I love it!!!!!! It's so so sooo good! Very Lana Del Reyesque, exactly what would you expect from her music, it's wild, it's free, it's beautiful, perfectly illustrates the california teenage/young woman dream and some of it's tragism without explicitly stating it. For some the song may sound a little bit bland but that's okey. Love it and would sold my soul for it to be on spotify, makes me wanna dance at 3 am on the disco party where everyone are almost asleep and i'm just too drunk and in a trance to leave, amazing, 10/10

Ave Maria

It's more of an interlude than actual song, but some lyrics are definetly there, but I don't really understand the meaning of it lyrically (if anyone wants to interprate this song for me I'd gladly listen) . It was supposed to be on Ultraviolence and I can here that. Actually alright, would serve it's job if it ended up on the final album but doesnt offer a lot as a stand alone song, 7/10

Bad Boy

"Throw me round like a hot potato, if he want the butter then say so" - Okey, I understand why this one wasn't released

I'm not judging the vocals, cause obviously it wasnt meant to be the final version, but the lyrics are absolutely terrible (xD), 0/10

[This is all for tonight cause it's 1:11 am at mine and I'm tired as fuck, gonna finish it in the upcoming days, good night everyone]

[the-butterfly-blues]

Budding Romance

Chapter Three A Friends to Lovers/Slight Enemies to Lovers Series Pairing: Steven Grant x Female Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, eventual Jake Lockley x Reader. Word Count: 2773 Summary: A simple tour leads to something not so unexpected. Content Warning: Talk of embalming, quick car chase, alcohol consumption. Requests or Prompts you'd like to see are gladly welcome. Series Masterlist * Previous Chapter * Next Chapter

Closing his door, he smiles as the one beside him does the same. [Name] now stands out in the hallway with her usual backpack filled with what he can only assume is paperwork.

"Good morning, Steven!"

Nearly fumbling, he's glad he doesn't drop the second coffee cup he'd been balancing as he holds it out for her. She takes it and they begin toward the elevator. Another daily routine of theirs.

"My savior. Think I'd pass out without my caffeine fix." "You know you can get addicted to caffeine, right? I don't think that'd be very good for you."

She chuckles as she presses the bottom floor button in the elevator before stepping back to stand beside him.

"Then that would make you my dealer, bringing me coffee every morning. Thank you for that, by the way. It's very nice to start my day to." "You're very nice to start the day to."

Her cheeks flush at the compliment as he smiles shyly. They exit the elevator once it reaches the ground floor and begin their way to the bus stop. Since it's Monday, now begins their discussion on if dinner was still planned for tonight and if so, what sounds good.

"I was actually thinking that maybe, if I'm not stuck doing inventory, I could give you that tour I promised?"

It felt like a long shot to offer her a tour, originally having thought that she only agreed to be polite, though the way her face lights up has him thinking otherwise. He can't help but stare in awe as her eyes appear to be sparkling with joy, simply beautiful.

"The one you promised after our third dinner?" "Yeah, but you don't have to say yes or anything. It won't hurt my feelings if you don't-" "Of course I want to, Steven!"

She grips onto his forearm in order to reassure him.

"I've been waiting for you to bring it back up. I just didn't want to seem pushy or anything." "I'd be more than happy to show you around." "Great, I can't wait."

They board the bus, keeping close so that they're not rudely pushed apart. Instead of dozing off, Steven keeps a conversation with her going throughout the ride, the anticipation of later today already digging deep.

"You'll meet me at the museum after work?" "Absolutely! Now get off before the driver decides he's tired of waiting for you."

He does as she says, turning back to the bus to wave at her one last time before it takes off. [Name] gets off at the next stop as she always does. She walks about two miles before turning into an alleyway and climbing up a wall after making sure the coast is clear. She'd rather be safe than sorry when it comes to her identity. Reaching the rooftop, she removes her bag and begins pulling off the clothes that easily hide her suit from view. Sometimes she feels bad lying to Steven about her job in engineering, but it was for his own good.. or maybe her own. If he ever found out, she doesn't know how he'd react and the thought of it causing him to leave is the main reason she hasn't told him yet.

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As much as Steven loves working at the museum, the incredibly annoying people have started to get on his nerves. They act so incompetently, like they know everything when in reality, whatever they're saying is improbable and insane. Some days he wants to head home as soon as possible or even leave early, but not today.

"Now, I know I'm a bit early, but I've just been so excited all day."

[Name] stands on the opposite side of the counter with one of the happiest smiles he's ever seen and he can barely believe it. No one ever wanted to listen to his ramblings, let alone be happy to hear him go on about pyramids and gods.

"Really?" "Really! I get my own little tour from probably the most knowledgeable person of Egyptian history in this building." "I'm sure the tour guides know just as much as I do, if not more." "Bologna."

Looking around, she's glad when she doesn't spot his boss. That woman needed to lay off, but she won't say that aloud. The last thing she needs is to get in a fight with his boss only to get him fired.

"Before the wicked witch pops up, I'll just look around a bit until you get off." "Smart thinking."

Walking away to look at some of the artifacts nearby, she leaves him to continue his job for another few minutes. Just before he takes care of the register something catches his eye. He grabs it and checks himself out. After finishing up, he joins her in front of one of the artifacts.

"They'd take this big metal hook, right?"

She hums in acknowledgment, proving that she's listening despite not looking at him.

"And they go up the old nozzle and.." he makes an odd noise similar to an over-exaggerated slurp, "..all the organs would come out. Except for the heart." "Why everything but the heart? Is it symbolic or..?" "Because they believed you needed your heart to be judged in the Underworld and only the worthiest would be allowed to pass through the Field of Reeds."

They both stand in silence for a moment as she looks closely at it, imagining what the process may look like.

"Then they put the organs in canopic jars, right?" "Right! They used four jars to separate the mummified organs."

Finally turning to look at him, she chuckles at the sight of a cute hippo stuffed animal tucked snuggly under his arm.

"Oh, yeah! I thought you'd like this. Maybe it could be a commemorative token of some kind?" "I like the sound of that. Hold on."

Removing her bag, she grabs a marker from one of the smaller pockets before pulling the tag taut and writing the date on it. She blows on it for a few seconds, making sure that it won't smudge. As she puts the marker back in her bag, Steven looks at her handiwork. His initials at the end cause him to smile. The tour takes a little over an hour and he's still talking about this and that as they grab a couple of sandwiches, not that she minds. Though as he continues, he slowly starts to realize that she's barely spoken more than a few words every couple of minutes.

"I'm talking too much, aren't I?"

Coughing and sputtering, she nearly chokes on her food. He sounded like he was enjoying himself, so hearing that comes as a shocker.

"No, no, absolutely not. I talk all day at work, so it's nice to listen to someone else for a change. You help me not hate the sound of my own voice most days." "Only most days?" "Alright, you caught me red-handed."

She wiggles the fingers of her free hand as they laugh, her a little more than she should before sighing at the thought of her red suit.

"Steven, I've got something I need to tell you.."

There were so many people before him that she cared about, but lost due to the fear of telling them her big secret. This includes the relationship with her mother and even her first love, though she's silently grateful for the latter because then she never would've met Steven. She no longer wants to be afraid of who she is.

"I-"

Suddenly, her senses start going off at the sound of screeching tires and sirens.

"-have to use the bathroom. Sorry, I'll be right back."

She drops her sandwich on the bench and bolts off with her backpack, leaving Steven befuddled.

"Okay.."

Rounding the corner of an alleyway, she's glad she stole the idea from a friend of hers and started wearing her suit under her clothes. It made it a whole lot easier than having to fully strip in a dingy alleyway or school bathroom when she was younger. The car chase lasts no more than a few minutes, the criminals being a couple of young delinquents thinking they could drive. In reality, they were freaking out in the front seat, not knowing how to stop it. They're now standing outside of the car with Scarlet Spider crouched in front of them. Between the sniffles and sobs, they apologize.

"Hey, it's okay."

Placing her hands on their shoulders, she tries her best to calm them.

"I can't say you're not in trouble, but be thankful that no one got hurt."

The police come skidding to a stop and exit their vehicles. One of them has a weapon drawn, being a specially-trained firearms officer. She hops up onto the vehicle, garnering his attention.

"Woah, it's just a couple of kids this time! Some property damage, but other than that, no harm done!"

Once the weapon is holstered, she uses her webs to swing back to the alley she left her bag in. Pulling her clothes back on and grabbing her bag, she rushes back to where she left Steven who, by miracle, is still sitting there.

"[Name]!"

He stands up at the sight of her, glad she hadn't ditched him.

"Hey, sorry for taking so long, Stevie. There was a long line, so I had to go down the street."

Never wanting to smack herself over the head more than she does right now, she punches herself instead. That was a perfect opportunity to tell him the truth, yet she blew it.

"It's fine! All good!"

Handing her the sandwich he picked up from the bench, they both grimace.

"I wasn't that hungry anyways. Why don't we start headed home? Finally set these bags down." "That sounds like a good idea."

Despite being neighbors, he walks her to her door. She checks the time and finds herself with at least half an hour of free time before she has to start getting ready to meet up with her new acquaintance.

"I've got this wine that I was going to use for dinner, would you maybe want to come in and have a glass with me?" "I'd love to."

He closes the door behind him, glad she had asked him to stay as he too didn't want it to end so quickly.

"I think the corkscrew is on my desk, would you mind?" "Not at all!"

Reaching her desk, he notices something a little strange. Usually, the papers on her desk consisted of different articles on the newest advances in technology and mechanics, but the weird oval and blueprint beneath it are unusual.

"What's this supposed to be?"

Looking over the odd oval-shaped device, he doesn't see how the color drains from her face. She had been having such a good time that she completely forgot about the little robot on her desk. Luckily, she's always had a bad habit of not labeling her documents.

"It's a project of mine. A little surveillance device I've had in the works since high school." "Really? Can I see how it works?"

Hesitant, she looks away from him while setting the bottle of wine down, thinking over the pros and cons of the situation as quickly as she can. Shaking the negative thoughts from her head, she grabs her phone from her pocket. It wouldn't hurt to show him. For all he knows, it's just 'a little surveillance project'.

"Set it down and tap the top of it."

Though slightly confused, he does as she says, incredibly curious. After taping the top of it, eight legs protrude from the sides as barely visible blue lights appear on the black screen-like portion. Using her phone, she controls it to walk around on the desk while Steven watches in awe.

"I knew you studied in engineering, but I had no clue how amazing you were. This is fantastic." "It's not that cool. Just a little side project, nothing more." "Not that cool? [Name], this is brilliant. You're brilliant."

She ignores the light blush rising to her cheeks and shakes her head while shutting the bot down.

"Did you find the corkscrew?" "Uh, yeah! Yes. Got it right here."

Rushing over to her, he hands her the corkscrew and watches as she pours them each a glass of wine. Even when she's doing something so simple, he can't help but find her beautiful. It's evident where his heart lies, but he doesn't know how to approach it, never having been in a situation quite like this. His gaze drifts to the fridge. He had noticed the new additions a couple days ago, but never really looked at the report cards and articles from a newspaper called the 'Daily Bugle'. Most of them have to do with a school called Midtown while the few others are of the American superhero Scarlet Spider. Taking a closer look, beneath the photo is her name.

"You used to work for a newspaper?"

Setting the wine bottle down, she turns around with one of the glasses in her hand.

"Yeah, I was a freelance photographer when that was taken. After a few years of sending in photos, Jameson finally hired me as his on-demand shutterbug."

She stops herself from giggling at the unintentional and unnoticed pun by taking a sip of the flowery peach flavor that is Sauvignon Blanc. Handing Steven his glass, he takes it and looks down while gently swirling the liquid.

"You sound like you really enjoyed what you did.. Why leave it?"

Grabbing one of the articles, she looks at it closely. She had only just taken crime fighting seriously and captured a photo of herself stopping a robbery. Of course, the headline completely disregards what took place in the photo, 'Scarlet Spider Assists in Robbery', but despite the demeaning headlines, New York still believed in her, she just didn't believe in herself.

"Everything got to be too much. Between having to constantly run around the city putting myself in danger, always getting yelled at by my boss, though he meant well, and some family issues, I needed a break from everything." "If taking photos made you as happy as you sounded, don't you miss it?" "Don't I miss it?"

The airy laugh she gives isn't directed towards him as she puts the article back on the fridge and heads towards the couch. Steven sits beside her moments later, saddened at the sight of a frown on her beautiful face.

"If I overstepped-" "You didn't."

Taking his free hand, she reassuringly squeezes it for both their sakes.

"I just haven't thought about it. Guess I do, miss it that is."

After taking a sip, he nervously continues to look at his glass. He only asks what's on his mind after she squeezes his hand once more.

"Do you ever think of going back?"

With a sigh, she starts looking at her glass.

"I do, quite often actually. Even though we fought, the people there are still my family and this place, London is nice, but it's not home. I wasn't even planning on staying this long."

His hand turns in hers, fingers wrapping around her palm.

"What made you decide to stay?"

They both look up at the same time, eyes interlocking.

"As cheesy as it is, the reason I'm still here is you, Steven. I have never met anyone quite like you." "Weird?" "Well, there's that," her tone is teasing, causing him to smile, "but I prefer to use the word spectacular when it comes to you."

The world feels as if it's stilled. Their eyes close as the distance between them is slowly lessened. Just as their lips are about to touch, a loud ringing causes them to pull back quickly, both of them flustered beyond belief. She fumbles with her phone for a moment before the alarm is finally silenced.

"Sorry, I set an alarm to make sure I went to bed on time. I've got to go in early tomorrow."

Steven simply nods, still trying to recover from what almost occurred. They sit in silence for a moment before she stands and helps him up by tugging his hand. He watches as she nervously flattens any little wrinkles on his shirt before looking up, catching his eyes again.

"I had a wonderful time tonight, Steven." "I did too."

Her hands which were once resting on his chest slowly move up to wrap around his neck while his palms cradle her face. Before he begins leaning down, [Name]'s silently promised to tell him the truth before anything goes further than this one kiss.

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A/N: I was so happy with this chapter, I completely forgot the taglist for a second. Anyways, I hope you guys like this, please let me know. Taglist: @ninjarose23, @ahookedheroespureheart, @wendds

[opie-nixx]

Wanna Dance Cowboy? (CHAP. 5)

Returning to camp filled me from the pit of stomach to the back of my throat with excitement. Arthur and I hitch up and make our way to our tents. Dutch calls for Arthur's attention.

Dutch: "Arthur! OH Arthur and Miss Y/n!"

Arthur: "You seem in a good mood." I stop in my tracts and stand next to Arthur.

Dutch: "I am, son! Miss Y/n, they told me how well you fought to get Sean back and I..We all deeply appreciate it and we owe you." I begin to blush and chuckle nervously.

Y/n: "Oh, no please. It's no big deal. I just enjoyed being able to help."

Dutch: "Let's have some fun. Tonight.. Let's enjoy ourselves. We all deserve it."

Arthur: "We havin a party?" Arthur asks questioningly cocking his head to the side.

Dutch: "Just a little 1." He chuckles and walks off. Sean is giving a half drunk 'Glad to Be Back' speech. It brings a smile to my face. Arthur leans against a tree and I walk over to the table holding the whiskey bottles and swipe 1 for Arthur and I. I walk over to him and hand him 1. As soon as we crack them open Sean joins the table by Dutch's tent. I listen with glee as they begin to sing. I take a few swigs and cough a bit.

'I'm still not used to the taste.' I glance at Arthur who's eye's seem to have never left me. A big smile on my face I give him a wink which causes him to stutter on the lyrics and choke on the whiskey. I laugh and walk over to the camp fire and sit next to Charles.

'He looks lonely.'

Y/n: "You okay?" I sit next to him. He nods.

Y/n: "Do you not enjoy parties?"

Charles: "Not really." he says quietly looking off into the fire.

Y/n: "Not much of a talker?"

Charles: "It's not that." He shifts in his seat on the log. I tense up and get ready to move.

Y/n: "I'm sorry Charles, am I making you uncomfortable?" His eyes widen as he gently grabs my arm and sits me right back down.

Charles: "It's not that. You're just very pretty." Now, it's my turn to begin to choke on whiskey. He begins to frantically apologize and slap my back.

Y/n: "I'm so flattered you think so." I try to get out while wheezing and wiping the tears from my eyes.

Y/n: "I think you are too....er uh. Handsome, I mean." I give a nervous smile. I didn't even notice Arthur walk by as I said that. I mentally bang my head against a wall as I see his teeth grit. I take a big chug as he Arthur takes a seat on the log across from us. Javier, Sean, Uncle and Karen also move over to the fire. Charles bids me a good night and leaves. I wave him off and admire the rest as they drink and sing. Karen sits right next to me and begins to conversate to me in drunken slurs as she has an arm around me.

Karen: "Arthur has been starin at you." She leans on me in attempt to whisper as to not interrupt the singing. I look at him with a deep red blush.

Y/n: "Is that so? I'd have to say that Sean has been eyein you with a lot of lust." I take a swig.

Karen: "Nooo."

Y/n: "Mmhmm." Sean stumbles off with a whiskey bottle.

Karen watches him as he stumbles off and sighs before chugging down her whiskey.

Y/n: "Go, after him." I urge her. She nods her head.

Karen: "I suppose I should." She slurs out as she stands up clumsily. I watch her as she disappears off after Sean. I notice Arthur hasn't taken his eyes off me.

Dutch: "Time for some civilized music." He offer's his hand to Molly and she gladly accepts. I chug the rest of my whiskey and walk up to Arthur.

Y/n: "Dance with me." I offer my hand out to him with a half smile. He flicks his eyes to my hand then back to me.

Arthur: "Are you askin or demandin?" I sigh and roll my eyes.

Y/n: "Wanna dance, cowboy?" I chuckle. He grabs my hand as he slides off the log. He tower's over me easy. I can't help but to admire his height over mine. I drag him closer to Dutch's tent. He grasps my hands loosely, as we begin to sway to the music. He averts his eyes from mine. I sigh.

Y/n: "I know you heard what I said."

Arthur: "What do you mean?"

Y/n: "To Charles... It wasn't like that."

Arthur: "You'd be better off with him." He mutters. I squeeze his hand.

Y/n: "Don't get you hopes up now, if you think you're getting rid of me now."

'I'd like to be with you.'

Arthur: "I'd like to keep you for as long as I can." He states confidently, catching me off guard. I cock my head to the side.

Y/n: "Yeah?" I smile to myself. I let go of his hands and back away as my ears perk up to the music ending. My heart beating so loud I could hear the blood pumping through me.

Y/n: "Thanks for the dance Arthur." I grab another whiskey bottle and walk over to the log on the outer skirts of camp where Strauss sits and just watch the moon. My h/l h/c blowing in the wind as I drink to my heart's content. Each sip getting easier to swallow than the last. I giggle to myself as I listen to the party behind me. That's when I hear footsteps behind me. 

Javier: "Amor, why do you drink alone?" 

Y/n: "Javierr!" I sequel as he chuckles and takes a seat next to me.

Y/n: "I think I just wanted some time to myself. I haven't really gotten to know everyone so I figured you all wanted some time together.

Javier: "You're apart of this gang now, which makes you family."

Y/n: "Mmmm I feel special *hicup* now." I chuckle out.

Javier: "How many have you had?" He chuckles.

Y/n: "Ughh? I don't know but *hicup*I sure do feel sleepy." I slur out as I loll my head to his shoulder.

Javier: "Let's get you to bed then." He wastes no time in standing up and scooping me in his arms.

Y/n: "Am I not heavy to you *hicup*people?"

Javier: "Not even."

Y/n: "Now I feel all warm inside."

Javier: "Puedo llenarte con algo para que te sientas más caliente." (go ahead...heheh translate it. I triple dog dare you.) He states. My eyes shoot open as I give him a questioning look.

Y/n: "What was that?" His eyes flick to my face to my cleavage to me while carrying me to my tent.

Arthur: "She okay?" He comes up to us snapping my attention, as Javier stops.

Javier: "Yeah, she just had to much to drink. I was gonna take her to her tent."

Arthur: "I'll take her, you can keep drinkin." He laughs. I soon feel bigger arms scoop me from Javier's.

Arthur: "C'mon girl, let's get you to sleep."

Y/n: "Mmm, say it*hicup* again." I slur quietly, causing Arthur to laugh and almost drop me. He walks us over to his tent.

Y/n: "Arthurrr, I need to be in mine."

Arthur: "Then I guess you better walk over there." He sits me on his cot. I look at him, my legs and the floor.

Y/n: "Does it necessarily have to*hicup* be walking? Can I *hicup*crawl?"

Arthur: "No." He says sternly closing his tent.

Y/n: "People will taaalk." I slur out.

Arthur: "So, is that so bad?"

Y/n: "Not in the slightest, handsome." I give him finger guns.

Arthur: "Wouldn't you prefer Charles?"

Y/n: "Charles? He's handsome but no." I stand up and begin to untie my corset. Arthur's eye's get wide.

Arthur: "What are you doin?" He grabs my hands.

Y/n: "It's hot and I want to breathe while I sleep." I state as my fingers won't do what I want them, That's when I feel much larger hands begin to slowly undo the underbust. I take off the bandolier and unclip my belt. The heavy weight resting on my hips hit the floor with a clang. My eye's barely staying open. He takes the repeater off my back and lays it against his end table. begin to unbutton the white shirt that's been soiled by dirt and mud.

Y/n: "I need new clothes and a bath." I mutter as I get to the last button. Arthur opens his chest and hands me 1 of his button downs that are 5 sizes bigger than me. I take it from him and watch as he turns around so that I can change. I throw the shirt off and slide into his. I kick my pants off and crawl into the cot.

Y/n: "Thank you." He turns around and sits on the cot, I lift my legs so he can scoot back. He puts his hand on my calf as he lowers my legs on his lap. He tilts his hat over his eyes, keeping his hand on my calf rubbing small circles. I drift off to sleep as he begins to snooze away.

I part my eyes to the sun peaking in at the bottom of his tent. Arthur still very much asleep. I push myself up as a heavy pounding rattles in my skull. 

Arthur: "Want me to get you some coffee?" He gruffly asks before readjusting his hat to the top of his head.

Y/n: "No, I can get it and then I'll head into town for some clothes and a bath." I swing my legs off him to the floor holding my head.

Arthur: "I'll come with you, I need some new shirts."

Y/n: "I was gonna rob some people on the way. I don't have any money." I chuckle out before wincing from the head pain. Arthur stands up to stretch before opening the flap to his tent and making his way over to the pot. I look up and notice Sean from a distance staring into the tent from the open flap. His eyes pop right open as his jaw drops. Mine as well. He starts to bust out laughing.

Sean: "Arthur, your bonin the new chick? I can't believe someone would find your mopin arse attractive enough for a night and you ain't have to pay her!" My face flushed red as I stomp over to the open flap and yank it closed.

Sean: "She's in your shirt too!?" I jump into my pants and click on my belt as I hear Arthur threaten him. That's when I hear heavy angry footsteps march over to the tent and flap the tent open and shut.

Arthur: "Shit, I'm sorry." He says and offers me the coffee. I take a deep breath and take the coffee and sit down.

Y/n: "I need to sleep in my own tent." I say dryly looking into the black coffee nursing some sips. 

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

AGOT: Catelyn IX (Chapter 59)

Each day he would ask one of his lords to join him, so they might confer as they marched; he honored every man in turn, showing no favorites, listening as his lord father had listened, weighing the words of one against the other. He has learned so much from Ned, she thought as she watched him, but has he learned enough?    

Better question: has he learned from Ned’s mistakes?

+.+

"He's your father's bannerman."                 

"Some men take their oaths more seriously than others, Robb. And Lord Walder was always friendlier with Casterly Rock than my father would have liked.

It kills me this is equally applicable to both Walder and Robb.

+.+

The next morning it was Ser Brynden Tully himself who rode back to them. He had put aside the heavy plate and helm he'd worn as the Knight of the Gate for the lighter leather-and-mail of an outrider, but his obsidian fish still fastened his cloak.    

There’s that obsidian fish being mentioned again.

Is this something? Is this nothing? I still don’t know.

+.+

"You sound like a sulky boy, Robb," Catelyn said sharply. "A child sees an obstacle, and his first thought is to run around it or knock it down. A lord must learn that sometimes words can accomplish what swords cannot."    

Some battles are won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens. - Tywin Lannister (Tyrion I, ASOS)

x

She could read and write better than any of her brothers - Sansa IV, AGOT

Hmmm.

+.+

Did you teach him wisdom as well as valor, Ned? she wondered. Did you teach him how to kneel? The graveyards of the Seven Kingdoms were full of brave men who had never learned that lesson.    

Hey, can someone check if Jon has the next chapter?

+.+

The old knight looked at her son with a faint flicker of amusement in his watery grey eyes, though his gelding whickered uneasily and sidled away from the direwolf. "My lord father would be most honored if you would share meat and mead with him in the castle and explain your purpose here."        

His words crashed among the lords bannermen like a great stone from a catapult. Not one of them approved. They cursed, argued, shouted down each other.

"You must not do this, my lord," Galbart Glover pleaded with Robb. "Lord Walder is not to be trusted."                 

Roose Bolton nodded. "Go in there alone and you're his. He can sell you to the Lannisters, throw you in a dungeon, or slit your throat, as he likes." 

"If he wants to talk to us, let him open his gates, and we will all share his meat and mead," declared Ser Wendel Manderly.                 

"Or let him come out and treat with Robb here, in plain sight of his men and ours," suggested his brother, Ser Wylis.

He’s not going to Dragonstone, guys. It’s insanity.

+.+

"Never more," Catelyn lied glibly. "Lord Walder is my father's bannerman. I have known him since I was a girl. He would never offer me any harm." Unless he saw some profit in it, she added silently  

+.+

Lord Walder was ninety, a wizened pink weasel with a bald spotted head, too gouty to stand unassisted. His newest wife, a pale frail girl of sixteen years

I’m going to vomit.

+.+

What do you have that I should fear? That son of yours? I'll match you son for son, and I'll still have eighteen when yours are all dead.

I think you might eat these words, Late Lord Frey.

(pun!)

+.+

"A few more blackbirds, and we should have enough to bake a pie. I'll save you their feathers for a hat."    

x

Catelyn would gladly have spitted the querulous old man and roasted him over a fire

x

"That would boil them, to be sure. Oh, to be sure. Now, what do you want to say?" [he’s referring to his sons]

x

If I had the sense the gods gave a fish, I'd help the Lannisters boil you all.

x

Perhaps I'll make him heir, wouldn't that boil the rest of them? [he’s referring to his sons]

Um.

Yeah.

+.+

Lord Walder snorted with disdain. "Lord Tywin the proud and splendid, Warden of the West, Hand of the King, oh, what a great man that one is, him and his gold this and gold that and lions here and lions there. I'll wager you, he eats too many beans, he breaks wind just like me, but you'll never hear him admit it, oh, no.

Wait until you hear about his hypocrisy concerning whores.

+.+

Sixteen she is, a little flower, and her honey's only for me.

Boy if there was ever a sentence that brought Sansa immediately to mind.

I’m going to assume that wasn’t the intent.

+.+

Years ago, I went to your father and suggested a match between his son and my daughter. Why not? I had a daughter in mind, sweet girl, only a few years older than Edmure, but if your brother didn't warm to her, I had others he might have had, young ones, old ones, virgins, widows, whatever he wanted. No, Lord Hoster would not hear of it. Sweet words he gave me, excuses, but what I wanted was to get rid of a daughter.    

Random thoughts: it’s absurd Edmure’s not married at this point in the story.

Yeah, I get Arianne Martell didn’t work out, but come on now. The heir to Riverrun. Who are you waiting for?

+.+

I was speaking of your sister. I proposed that Lord and Lady Arryn foster two of my grandsons at court, and offered to take their own son to ward here at the Twins.

ARE YOU ALL SEEING THIS?

I’ve never been more convinced that Robert Arryn will survive the story, if only to answer the question of where he will be fostered.

I’ve stopped caring about everything else, I’m only invested in this.

+.+

Lord Arryn wouldn't have him, or the other one, and I blame your lady sister for that. She frosted up as if I'd suggested selling her boy to a mummer's show or making a eunuch out of him, and when Lord Arryn said the child was going to Dragonstone to foster with Stannis Baratheon, she stormed off without a word of regrets and all the Hand could give me was apologies. What good are apologies? I ask you."

Catelyn frowned, disquieted. "I had understood that Lysa's boy was to be fostered with Lord Tywin at Casterly Rock."

"No, it was Lord Stannis," Walder Frey said irritably. 

(...)

"Jon Arryn was going to foster his son with Lord Stannis, you are quite certain of that?"

Catelyn, are your spidey-senses tingling?

+.+

I need some men to escort two of Lord Frey's grandsons north to Winterfell," she told him. "I have agreed to take them as wards. They are young boys, aged eight years and seven. It would seem they are both named Walder. Your brother Bran will welcome the companionship of lads near his own age, I should think."    

False.

But Robert Arryn is near Bran’s age? Maybe that will go better!

+.+

"Also, if your sister Arya is returned to us safely, it is agreed that she will marry Lord Walder's youngest son, Elmar, when the two of them come of age."    

x

"And you are to wed one of his daughters, once the fighting is done," she finished.

Steep, but I’m not sure what choice she had. Would Brynden have been a better negotiator? Maybe? I’m not convinced.

+.+

"I consent," Robb said solemnly. He had never seemed more manly to her than he did in that moment. Boys might play with swords, but it took a lord to make a marriage pact, knowing what it meant.    

Final thoughts:

We’re one chapter into being introduced to the Frey clan, and I’ve already lost track of all the names.

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[ultimate-cinephile]

How They Seek Comfort

(JJK Version)

omg- i feel so bad- i have like four requests that i need to be working on. i'm so sorry if you requested something. someone just needs to beat me into getting back into fire force ig.... any volunteers??

Characters: Junpei Yoshino, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Yuji Itadori, Nobara Kugisaki, Megumi Fushiguro, Toge Inumaki

CAUTION: I REFERENCE SPOILERS FOR THE JUJUTSU KAISEN ANIME. IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN IT AND DON'T WANT SPOILERS, I DO NOT RECOMMEND READING THIS POST. Why not save it for later instead? It'll still be here when you want to read it.

Once again, this is pretty long too so I hope you enjoy this!

JUNPEI YOSHINO

(he's so underrated and i love him so much- please)

- he always, always, needs some type of comfort

- for the sake of this.. let's just say he still draws breath

- anyways, he heavily regrets anything he did under mahito's influence, and he almost constantly has flashbacks to when he was bullied

- when he's overwhelmed, the quickest way to make him feel better is to get him talking about movies

- or watch a movie and let him cuddle you

- or gingerly kiss all over his face

- or just be near him

- you are junpei's comfort

- you could literally be on the opposite side of the room and breathe and he'd feel better instantly

- at the end of the day, no matter where he is, if he has you, he's home (gonna act like that wasn't really cheesy)

GOJO SATORU

(please how was this cute and funny??)

- his go-to thing when he's feeling down

- not that he ever does

- he's gojo friggin satoru

- he doesn't get upset or overwhelmed

- or so he wants others to believe

- but when he is upset

- he goes to you

- Oh you were on a really important call? - heh, not anymore

- he has picked you up and carried you to the kitchen where there are two bowls of ice cream waiting for you

- while you eat, he will talk to you about anything and everything but what it was bothering him

- as you talk, you can just see how different he's feeling

NANAMI KENTO

- he works

- jk jk

- i'm not

- if he's feeling stressed give him some cuddles and a hand running through his hair and he's good

- he loves the feeling of just having you near him

- combine that with an overworked, tired Nanami and your fingers in his hair???

- out like a light

YUJI ITADORI

- two words

- h e a d

- p a t s

- itadori is like a puppy in terms of personality

- excitable and in constant need of reassurance

- head pats are a great way to give him that assurance

- and it makes him melt every time

- if he ever hints to you that he wants head pats and you don't pick up on it, he will pick up your hand and place it on his head

- someone please pat this man's head

NOBARA KUGISAKI

- she wants sugar and she wants it now

- she's probably low-key a stress eater

- so give her a piece of cake and offer to talk about what it is that's bothering her

- she takes the cake and she will gladly talk about what's bothering her

- and she likes it if you can offer any advice to help

- honestly, i can see you two being like the Golden Girls

- ya know, just sitting at the kitchen table talking over a cheesecake at 2am

- you reminisce, you laugh, you cry

- you talk it out and help each other out

- and nobara is extremely grateful for you

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

- lemme tell you

- words do not even begin to describe to you how much megumi loves your voice

- specifically, he likes listening to you hum

- just anything will do

- him laying his head on your chest and you humming him a song

- knocks him out

- and de-stresses him

- and he's dealt with gojo a lot longer than nobara and itadori so-

- he probably deserves a raise

- does he even get paid??

- sorry, it's late when I'm typing this so my brain is all over the place

- but even if he doesn't get paid, he deals with gojo, pay him

- anyways, just let megumi practically lay on top of you and hum anything to him and like nanami, he's out in seconds

TOGE INUMAKI

(when i tell you that i would die for him- i'd die for junpei too but uh.. you know..)

- to start with

- it's not like he can sit down and tell you what's wrong

- he 110% would tell you what was bothering him if he could

- so if he's upset, he does something else to make him feel better

- he expresses himself through music

- when he's upset, he will find a song that describes how he feels and show it to you

- it's how you found a lot of artists actually

- and then you usually manage to dig up a song that helps him calm down

- you two are sitting side by side

- his head on your shoulder as you two share a pair of earbuds

- and he's looking up at you like you hung the stars in the sky as you listen to 'Meteor Shower' by Cavetown

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Go Go Nekoma! Push it, Push it Nekoma! Coaches Chemisty (pt.3 smut)

⚠️THIS FIC IS 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI ⚠️

Warnings: Swearing, male and female oral sex, switch Naoi, switch reader, slight breeding kink, various sex positions, fluff

Word count: 6000+ (split into 3 parts)

The following day you arrive at work bring and early to begin orders. Bella comes in the back as your are finishing up a bouquet for a man whose going to propose to his girlfriend.

"Y/N! Sweetheart we got an emergency order from a gentleman. He needs a gorgeous apology bouquet asap! He says to make it from any flowers of our choice so I suggested leaving it up to you and he agreed" Bella smiled "oh and it needs to be delivered!"

"Oh ok" you say as you finish the bow on your current bouquet "I can drop it off on my way home tonight."

"Thank you dear. I think the address is surprisingly close to your home" Bella smirks as she walks from the back.

You wouldn't suspect a thing Bella thinks to herself as she fills out the card the boys had talked to her earlier about. She was a bit surprised when the entire Nekoma volleyball team turned up outside her shop that morning. The boys explained the situation and Bella immediately knew of the man they spoke. You had mentioned him several times and Bella knew you were hung up on him after your break up. From the sounds of it, so was the man in question. She agreed to the boys idea, even offering to pay for the bouquet.

"Oh ma'am really we can't" Kai says as he puts his hands up.

"Listen here boys. This is true love we are talking about!" She dictates as the boys eyes widen.

"You boys are doing a great service to your coach and Y/N! Remember this when you find your future spouses. Never settle" she speaks as the boys nod thanking her.

You pack up the bouquet you had made for the customer. It was a gorgeous large bouquet with your favorite flowers. It was honestly the most gorgeous bouquet you'd made in a long time. You stuck the card in the bouquet heading out. Bella was closing down the shop today as usually Fridays were bank days. So you packed up and headed out.

You arrived at the apartment building, being let in by a nice older lady. She directed you to the apartment as you prepared to knock.

"Who is it" a deep voice from inside chimed.

"Bellas floral with a delivery sir" you say adjusting your grip on the flowers, making sure they were perfect.

The door opened as you continued to check to flowers.

"Oh hello sir. Here is you-" you say suddenly stopping.

The man in front of you staring at you as your eyes grew wider by the moment.

It was Manabu.

"Y/N?" He stuttered.

"Manabu? I'm so sorry I didn't know you lived here. I was just dropping off this bouquet" you said unable to look away from the man in front of you.

He had gotten taller. Well over 6ft at this point. He looked good, so so good!

"I'm sorry you must have the wrong address Y/N I didn't order flowers" he says as he continues to stare at you.

Fuck you were gorgeous. More gorgeous gorgeous he remembered. Your hair was longer and your body was fuller. You looked spectacular!

"Let me check again" you say looking at the address.

Isn't this "1345 W. Lane apt 405?" You say.

Shit that is me he things unable to form words.

"Yeah that's me. Let me check the card" he says as he awkwardly grabs in the bouquet, gently brushing your fingers. You blush as he opens the card

"Good luck coach"

Are you fucking kidding me?

He laughes awkwardly "Well it looks like we've been played" he says showing you the card.

Your eyes widen as you can help but laugh.

"I should have known those boys were up to something when they left in a hurry the other night. And Bella was acting strange all morning" you think.

This must have been a set up.

"Umm well this is awkward. I'm really sorry for disturbing you Manabu. It was really nice to see you again" you smile, still holding the flowers as you begin to take your leave.

"Wait Y/N! Please won't you come in? I feel bad my team made you walk all the way here to do this" he says as he rubs the back of ymhis head.

"Oh its really no problem" you say "they really are sweet boys."

Naoi laughs "not sure I'd describe them as 'sweet'. More like pains in the asses." You smile as you laugh.

"Please come in Y/N" he says stepping out, holding the door for for.

You smile "ok" as you enter removing your shoes.

"Here let me take those for you" Naoi says as he grabs the flowers from your hands placing them in a glass.

"Your favorites i see" he says as he fills the vase.

You look up "you remember?"

"I couldn't forgot Y/N. I went every other week to get you fresh ones. I knew how much you loved them" he says as you look down smiling softly.

He places his hand on your lower back as he guides you into the living room the sit in the coach.

His apartment is cozy and neat. Very much "Manabu" you think to yourself.

You sit an awkward silence for a minute before you both begin to speak.

"You-" You say

"I-" Manabu speaks

You both laugh as you look away from each other. You look back into his gorgeous dark eyes.

"You first Y/N" he says as he gestures for you to speak

"Listen Manabu, I understand why you broke up with me all those years ago. We were just starting college and things were going to change. It probably was for the best anyways" you say as you trail off "I just wanted to let you know I don't any hard feelings towards you."

Manabu stares at you and sighs. He reaches for your hand as he lightly strokes it.

"Y/N, I was wrong. All those years ago, I was wrong" he speaks almost whispering as not to start crying.

"W-what" you say as you fail to understand what he's say.

"Y/N- listen, I was so stupid back then. I was scared. You are the literal love of my life and I was scared of that. You were my first for everything and I love you so much. I broke up with you because I was afraid I wasn't good enough for you. You got into such an amazing school and I couldn't dream of interfering with that. I wanted you to be happy and I stupidly thought letting you go would make you happy. Turns out making you happy made me miserable" he sighs

"You-" you start to speak only to be cut off.

"Y/n" he speaks as be begins to grab your hand "I dont expect you to forgive me but I have to be honest with you.

"O-" you start to say again only to be interjected on once more

"And I know you probably have a husband and kids now but I don't think I could go the rest of my life without telling you" he says as you reach your patience limit.

You grab him by his cheeks, pulling him in for a deep kiss. His eyes are wide as your lips meet. He closes them as his arms grasp tightly around your waist. You lick his lips asking for entrance which he gladly grants. You tease his tongue with the tip of yours as you massage each other's inner muscles. You adjust your hands to his neck as you pull him on kissing him harder. Soon you both seperate as his eyes meet yours.

"You love me?" You say sweetly

"I never stopped" he says as he smiles again going in for yet another mind blowing kiss. This time you skip the formalities going straight in. You gently push him back on the couch as you adjust yourself on top of him, straddling his legs. His hands roam your back, waist and to your ass. He lightly squeezes as you squeal a but letting him force his tongue into your mouth. You can feel your core heating up as you start to grind lightly on his crotch.

It feels so good. He gently helps you create friction by pulling you back and forth against him as you start to feel his erection grow. He breaks the kiss as his mouth starts trailing down your neck to your collarbone. You are completely blissed out. You haven't haven't touched like this in so long and it was happening at the hands of the man you loved.

"Mana" you say groaning his name

"Are you ok Angel? We can stop" he says looking concerned

"Oh no we are definitely not stopping" you say as you giggle. He laughs along with you as he continues to assault your neck.

"I just want-wanted to tell you ughhhh that I- I love you too" you smile as he looks up from your neck.

Without warning, he lifts you up from the couch as he carries you to his room tossing you on the bed before turning around and shutting the door.

He proceeds to take his shirt off as you sit up gently on your elbows.

The man has aged like fine wine. Still sculpted and just as pretty as you remember him.

"Like what you see Angel" he smirks as he proceeds to come over to you leaning over you to kiss him.

You take the opportunity to flip him over, straddling him again. You take off your shirt as he lightly grazes your stomach with his fingers.

"Gorgeous" he whispers as you lean down to kiss him. You trail kisses from his neck down to this stomach he groans at the feeling as you move to his belt. You continue to kiss his stomach as you undo his belt. He watches you in amazement.

*God you were still so perfect*

"Baby you don't have to" he looks at you as you start palming his large erextion thought his boxers.

"Oh I know but I want too" you smirk "I need to show you what you've been missing"

He groans deeply as he watches you pull his jogging pants down as well as his boxers.

Fuck he's big! You remember how much pain you were in your first time but he never failed to make you feel amazing.

"Fuck baby please" he says as he watches you. You start to places small kitten licks on the tip of his cock as your hand travels up to pinch and play with his nipple.

"Fuck love you feel so good. God I never forgot how amazing your mouth was" he leans back as he let's out a loud satisfying groan.

You begin to take him down your throat as you practice breathing through your nose. You can feel your core heating up and your panties becoming soaked. You undo you pants as you sneak down to start rubbing your hardened clit.

"Sit on my face baby. Let me make you feel good" he says as he watches your struggling.

You stand up as you begin to strip the remainder of your clothes. You take your bra, pants and panties off as Manabu strokes his hardened cock. You walk up to to top of the bed, slowly climbing on top of Manabu as he situates his face directly below your drenched cunt.

"Fuck baby. Always the wettest girl. So fucking good baby" he groans as he dives into your cunt mouth first. Fuck it felt amazing

"Oh fuck Mana, baby please fuck" you shout as you watch him stroke his cock as his head is being smothered between your thighs.

You lean over to him as you position yourself over his cock and begin to suck. God you feel so good. You can feel your orgasm approaching as he licks and sucks your clit. He slowly massages your slit with two fingers as he gently and easily guides them into your pussy without complications.

He works his two fingers in and out as you feel your core heat up more. You're sucking faster on his large cock , trying to make him feel as good as you do.

Finally you can feel the cord about the snap as you switch to moving your hand up and down his hard cock.

"Fuck baby fuck I'm going to cum" you scream as you live your hand faster up his cock. His hips meeting your fists thrusts.

"Cum on my face baby. Mark me. I could fucking live in this gorgeous pussy" he says with a growl.

"Oh fuck" you both shout as you both lose your composure. You cumming into his mouth as he cums on his stomach and your hand.

You move off of him as you go to lay down.

"Fuck baby that's was amazing but I gotta admit, I need to be inside this pussy" he says as he reaches to the nightstand.

He grabs a condom out as he places it on his still hardened cock. He lines up with your wet hole and begins to slowly guide himself in.

"Shit baby stop clenching! i-im not gonna last" he says as he tries to concentrate on not blowing his second load.

"I'm trying babe but omg you feel so good. I feel so full" you scream as he starts to fuck your tight wet cunt.

He's thrusting fast and heavy as he pushes his full length in your deep cavern.

"Fuck baby you want me to fuck you in your favorite position huh? You still like that don't you baby?" He growls into your neck.

"Only when you do it Mana. You make it feel so good" you cry.

"Fuck baby grab on" he says as he lifts you up. His cock still buried in your pussy as you kiss him deeply. He's squeezing your round ass as he backs you into his bedroom wall.

"That's it baby. You want me to mark this cunt. Shit baby it's like you've been untouched since high school. You're so fuckinng tight" he growls as he thrusts up into you.

"Mana!" You scream "fuck I'm going to cum again."

"Go ahead baby I got you" he says as he continues to thrust up up your soaking pussy at an inhuman speed.

"Oh god!" You screams as you feel the juices roll down your pussy lips and into his thighs.

"Shit baby did you just squirt?" He chokes. He trusts faster into you as his pace quickens. Hes losing control as he feels your pussy clenching on his thick cock.

"Fuck baby, I'm going to cum. You want to make me cum right princess?" He stutters as he begins losing himself in his orgasm.

"Fuck Mana! Please baby. Please fill me up with your cum! I need it so bad baby! Your cock feel so good in my little pussy" you scream

Manabu closes his eyes tightly as he feels himself losing control "Y/N- Y/N fuck I love you! I love you!" He screams as he cums harder than he has in years.

He rests himself against you as his grip on your tightens as he fills the condom full of his seed. He pulls back panting as he smiles, resting his forehead to yours.

"God I fucking love you" he smiles as he closes his eyes.

"I love you too Manabu" you smile as you both come down from your highs.

*1 month later*

"Ok guys! We leave for nationals tomorrow at 8am. Please be on time! We don't need another incident like last time" Manabu says looking at Lev.

"What it wasn't my fault you all left me" he cries as Yaku hits the back of his head.

Everyone laughs as the doors open.

"Ah Y/N so good to see you again" Coach Nekomata smiles as you approach with bento boxes you made for the team.

"Hello Coach Nekomata! It's so good to see you again as well" you smile as you set the boxes down.

"Y/N what is all this?" Manabu says as he walks over to you giving you a hug and a kiss.

"Well I figured you'd need some snacks for the hotel and in between games so I made some bentos for the team!" You smile softly.

"Wow Y/N thank you so much" Kai says as he bows to you.

"I really should be the one thanking you" you smile as you hug Manabu.

"Damn Yaku, Y/N is replacing you as the team mom" Lev laughs as the other side fall silent, waiting for the strong kick that's bound to happen.

Yaku gets up from his seat, walking over to lev. Everyone is expecting him to kick lev into next year.

Instead he just smiles and nods looking over at you and Manabu.

"You're right lev. And I wouldn't want it any other way"

[nanasparadise]

“Paradise lost” Yan!Bruno x female reader

Hiya everyone! This is my first fanfiction, I hope you enjoy it 🥺

Summary: You live a pleasant and regular life as a curator in Naples, until a certain over-protective Capo turns it upside down...

TW: alcohol, drugs, stalking, cursing, noncon touching, mentions of violence and death, toxic relationship, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI

I do not condone any type of yandere behaviour in real life.

You were living in a paradise. Your paradise. After having moved to Italy, you were finally able to lead the life of your dreams. The city of Naples with its gentle sea breeze, the vivid streets and the ancient architecture just felt right to you. Not to mention the people; you've met some of the most supporting individuals. Your friends helped you integrate in Italy and gave you some Italian classes in order to improve your, admittedly, quite basic Italian skills. Your job as a curator in an art museum fulfilled your passion. Your small, but very cozy flat felt as if it was sculpted for you. Even after having spent nearly a year in the city, you never regretted your decision to move there. That was until you met a certain peculiar man, who would change your whole life forever.

You spent the night at the bar with Analisa and Federico, your two closest friends. The trio consisting of you were a bit tipsy, because of one too many drinks. The intoxication offered you lots of fun though, as you were constantly laughing at the slightest things. At 4 a.m., you were finally shooed out of the pub by the annoyed owner. The three of you went outside of the bar. You inhaled gladly the cool night air, which put you a bit back to your senses. Your friends, on the other hand, remained tipsy while constantly gigglying and grinning. Analisa and Federico suggested to go back to their place, where they might continue enjoying the night with some pills. You smiled at them, but declined. Drugs weren't really up your alley. 

"Aww, come on Y/N!", Analisa pouted, "it will be fun!"

"No thanks, you guys. You know how I feel about drugs", you replied patiently. 

"Should we take you home, then?", Federico asked, forehead frowned in worries, "You know it can be dangerous out here all alone with the whole mafia." 

"I'll be fine, thank you. You should be more worried for the guys with my Krav Maga skills!", you joked, trying to ease your friend's concerns, “and by the way, you two better be careful with your pills!"

After having hugged them goodbye, you parted ways with your friends. The streets of Naples were mostly quiet. In the distance, you heard fainlty some music from a club. A few stray cats roamed in the shadows, watching you with their predatory eyes. Admitteldy, it made you feel a tad uncomfortable. "Stop it", you muttered to yourself, "Don't let a few cats play tricks on you." Still captured by the felines' gaze, you accidentally stumbled over the pavement. Before you could actually hit the floor, as you anticipated, a strong hand caught your upper arm and hindered the fall. You looked up to your saviour to thank them. It was a rather unusual man. He wore a unique white suit with black spoon-like dots on it and zippers and his black hair was cut in a bob. But what you noticed the most were his deep, ocean blue eyes, which stared back at you with concern. Even though he seemed rather strange, the man's whole atmosphere drew you in. As you kept contemplating him, a sudden thought crossed your mind. "Where did he come from so quickly? I didn't see anyone in the street", you pondered. The thought made you shiver slightly. Realising that you still shamelessly stared at the man, you decided to finally speak up. 

"Thank you for catching me, I guess I had one too many", you said humoursly to him, trying to relax the tense ambience. The handsome guy offered you a smile to your relief. 

"No need to thank me, signorina", he answered cheekily. Something about him calling you "Miss" didn't feel right to you. After all, you were a grown adult and not some teenage girl. 

"No really, thank you, I could have hurt me", you insisted politely. The man still held your arm. You were eyeing uncomfortably to it, hoping he would catch the hint. Luckily, he did so and retrieved his warm hand from your body. The man cleared awkwardly his throat and continued speaking.

"Are you alright though? It is dangerous to walk at night the streets in Naples, especially for a young lady." His worry for you was quite flattering, you admitted to yourself. 

"I am fine, thanks to you", you winked at him. You could swear his cheeks turned slightly pink, but because of the darkness, you couldn't be entirely sure. 

"May I accompany you home?", the man asked, "It would ease my mind if I knew you arrived home safely." You weren't sure how to react. Sure, he was beautiful, but did you really want a stranger to know where you lived? 

"Thank you for your kind offer, but my flat isn't far away, I will be there in a minute", you replied carefully. After all, Federico was right: there were many mafiosi in Naples, maybe he was one of them? Your suspicions towards him increased. The man seemed to feel your paranoia. He flashed you a reassuring smile that would have made every woman swoon over him. 

"I understand your suspiciousness fully,” he said smoothly, "but I do think it is not necessary in this case. If I wanted to cause you any harm, I'd have it done by now. After all, this is a quiet and dark street and no one would have witnessed anything." "Fair enough", you thought. He was right. He could have easily murdered you by now if he wanted to. And there was nothing harmful about letting him follow you, right? 

"Well, if you put it that way, then sure, I'd like that", you answered with a soft smile. You shouldn't have agreed. Oh Y/N, if only you knew, you would have went with your friends. Instead, you went home, the stranger remaining by your side. "By the way, I don't think I introduced myself. My name is Y/N." 

"Pleasure to meet you, Y/N, I am Bruno."

Slowly, the two of you became friends. Bruno turned out to be a loyal and charming man. Being the ever so polite gentleman, you didn’t have a clue about the raven-haired man’s true intentions. Oh no, you were blissfully ignorant to his advances. In fact, he knew you before that fateful night. The capo - you didn’t actually know his real job as he kept smoothly tip-toeing around it - had been chasing an enemy Stand user in the art museum where you worked when his attentive gaze had fallen on your form. You had explained patiently to an elderly couple every little detail of the Veiled Christ statue. In that moment, Bruno hadn’t known why he had stopped just to stare at you. Maybe it was the way you had treated the couple with kindness, maybe the way your eyes had lit up with passion as you had talked about the subject that fascinated you. Bruno still wasn’t sure what exactly enchanted him when it came to you. All he was aware of was the fuzzy warmth in his stomach and his racing heartbeat whenever he glanced at you. And that he would never let go of that feeling. So, the young mafioso started following you from that day on. He wouldn’t necessarily call it stalking, he just wanted to make sure that you were alright. And look where it had led him to - if he hadn’t been there to watch over you, you would have hurt yourself, which Bruno couldn’t let happen, of course. He was convinced that you needed him in your life. The following months since the Italian man had been by your side, you were in total safety. 

But you also felt ultimately caged in. You were grateful for Bruno’s friendship, but it also smothered you. Every time you were trying to go out with your friends, he would ask about every tiny detail: where were you going, who did come with you, what were you doing and so on. Eventually, he’d always join you. 

“Cara,” he would say with pleading eyes, “I only want to protect you. The world is a dark place and Naples is its hell. I don’t want to witness how anyone takes advantage of your sweet innocence.”

“Somehow he always knows when I go out with them, too”, you wondered. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that the two of you were dating. Bruno did behave like an overly jealous and possessive boyfriend. Plus, he always acted super touchy and affectionate around you: a pet name here, an arm around your shoulders there. Every time you confronted him, he would laugh it off. “I guess I am bewitched by you, tesoro.” All of this made you feel uncomfortable. Still, you didn’t want to lose your friendship. So you kept quiet most of the time. 

Until one day, you talked to Analisa and told her about it. For once, you needed some other friend than Bruno to listen to you, someone who wouldn’t act like a partner around you. Luckily, you knew for a fact that he would be gone this evening due to his mysterious profession he never mentioned to you. So, you invited Analisa over to your flat to vent. The blue-haired woman listened attentively to your lamentations. The words just spilt out of your mouth until you realised you actually started crying. Analisa held you in her arms and tried to calm you down. “Hey, Y/N, it’s fine. he’s not around”, she kept repeating. Eventually, your sobs died slowly until you were left staring at Analisa puffy-eyed. “If I allow myself to share my piece of mind,” Analisa said angrily, “he is a pezzo di merda. Who does he think he is to behave like that? You’re not his girlfriend, and even if you were, he doesn’t have the right to treat you like you are his possession. You can do whatever the fuck you want.” Her furious words filtered through your brain. “She’s right”, you agreed silently. “And you know what else? I hate to see you down because of that asshole,”  Analisa continued, “But I’ve just got the perfect solution for that.” The blue-haired woman grinned as she took some small pills out of the pocket of her leather jacket. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

At first you weren’t sure about taking the hallucinogens, since you never took drugs before. But for once, just for once, you wanted to escape reality. When did your little paradise turn into hell? You thought, you valued your friendship with Bruno, but now, all you wanted to do was to run away from him. The drug slowly started to kick in as you felt your head spinning. The dizziness made you feel light, as if you were about to fly away any moment. Analisa started to giggle next to you, already high. Suddenly, you began seeing black dots around you, coming closer and closer. “Weren’t these the dots on Bruno’s suit?”, you thought anxiously. They were talking to you, calling you principessa, amore mio, stella mia and many more terms of endearment. The dots turned into hands, touching you everywhere. But you decided to not give in. Not this time. Instead, you transformed your fear into anger. You energetically pushed away all the hands until they scurried away. Your rage wasn’t quenched yet, though.Under the effect of the drug, your fury was amplified significally. You took your phone and called Bruno. You wanted to let your frustration out on him, not only on the creations of your mind of him. He picked up immediately after the first ringing. “Y/N?”, he asked, worry dripping from his voice, “Are you alright? You don’t call normally. Should I come to you? I can drop my work just-”

“Bruno,” you interrupted him abruptly, “stop it. STOP IT. I can’t take this shit anymore. You cling onto me like some lovesick puppy and I’m done. Who the fuck are you even? I hardly know your name and you behave as if we were married. Guess what, you’re not even my boyfriend.” It was quiet for an instant. At first, you thought he hung up, but then you heard a slight chuckle from the other end of the phone. “The fuck?”, you thought, “Did he now completely have lost his mind?” 

“Y/N, is that what it takes to call me? Being high?”, the Italian man replied. Another bitter laugh espaced his mouth. You weren’t sure if he knew about your current state, because of your atypical rage or simply because he seemed to know everything about you without you telling anything. “Another reason for him to leave me alone.” 

“I bet one of your lovely friends gave you a pill, didn’t they?”, Bruno continued, seemingly angry now, too, “You know how I feel about drugs, right?”

You didn’t answer, your fear suddenly coming back. The room around you started to spin more and more. 

“Right?”, Bruno growled again. 

“Y-yes”, you stuttered eventually. 

“Good. I assume you’re in your apartment. Stay there and don’t make anything stupid anymore. I’ll be there soon. Clearly, you need me even more than I thought you would.” With these words, Bruno hung up, leaving you even more confused and frightened. Your body started trembling terribly. You didn’ t know if it was because of the drug or your pitless fear. Analisa, coming back to senses again, realised your bad state and immediately rushed over to you. 

“Shit Y/N, what happened?”, she inquired, worry written in her eyes. You explained to her the situation as best as you could in your foggy condition. “Fuck, I should have never given you the drug,” Analisa replied remorsefully, “I take full responsibility. I’ll call the cops before that bastard arrives here, I don’t care if they find my drugs, we’ve gotta do-”. The woman was interrupted by a loud knock on your door. 

“Y/N?”, Bruno shouted, “I know you’re in there. Open the door please.” 

“What are we doing now?”, you cried desperately. You didn’t even know why you reacted that way. Bruno never gave you a serious reason to be scared of him, but now, after the phone call, your gut feeling told you to run away as fast as you could. 

“I’ll call them now”, Analisa replied hastily, looking for her phone. But it was too late. Bruno broke the door in, his stern gaze resting on you. “Since when was he so strong?” 

“Analisa,” the man said, not breaking eye contact with you for a single moment, “give me your phone and walk away.” 

“Are you mad?”, the blue-haired woman shouted furiously, “I’m not gonna leave Y/N alone with you after that.” 

“Give me your phone and walk away, now”, the man repeated gloomly. His eyes, normally a serene blue ocean, turned into a destructive storm. Bruno smashed his fist into the wall, leaving it with a gaping hole. “If you don’t leave immediately,” he growled, “your family will suffer great consequences. Your little sister Teresa? She will die in a tragic car accident. Your father Marco? He will die of liver failure for drinking too much. Or so will be the official reports.” You stared big-eyed at Bruno, your fear only increasing. There was no doubt now that he worked with the mafia. Analisa slowly walked past you, tears falling down her cheeks, as she softly said sorry to you. Her phone was resting on your couch. Once she was gone, you broke down completely. What was he going to do? Bruno stood now in front of you, dragging you ungently by your arm and monitoring you to your bedroom. Was he really going to…? 

“No, no, no, NO!” What first started with a whisper ended in a bloodcurdling scream. The Italian didn’t stop though, pushing you instead on your bed. He seemed to be tired of your behaviour. Bruno sighed deeply, finally speaking to you now. 

“Y/N, I’m not going to do such thing. I just want you to realise, that you behave recklessly and I can’t let you continue like this. I just want to protect you. Look at you, being high now.” He gestured elegantly at you with his slim hand. What was he talking about? Your hallucinations had stopped the minute Bruno knocked on your door. 

“I am not high anymore”, you simply replied. 

“Are you sure about that?”, the raven-haired man replied. His eyes began to glimmer darkly. Suddenly, you witnessed how your legs were zipped away. 

“What the fuck?”, you screamed desperately. What was happening? You were sure, that this wasn’t the effect of the drug, that Bruno somehow did this to your body. “What are you doing to my legs? I-I kn-o-ow that you a-are z-z-ziping them off of m-me”, you stuttered anxiously. 

“What do you mean? I can’t see such thing”, Bruno replied coolly. “As I said, you are hallucinating.” 

“I am not hallucinating, you are doing this to me! I know you do! Please, stop it. Stop it...”. Your pleads turned into ear-piercing sobs. Tears clouded your vision as you desperately tried to grasp for air. 

“Hush, cara.” Bruno was suddenly next to you on your bed, draping his arm over your shoulders and whispering in your ear. “This is all in your mind. You need to sleep now. Tomorrow, everything will be fine again. I will stay by your side and protect you.” His warm breath grazed your earshell. The man nuzzled your hair, admiring its smooth texture and lovely scent. “I will always be with you.”

Eventually, after all your crying, you did fall asleep in Bruno’s arms. The latter kept stroking your cheek, marveling your soft breathing and beautiful face. Of course he felt a tinge of guilt for having used Sticky Fingers on you. Your desperate cries as you called him for help still pained him. But you needed to learn your lesson. Bruno could tolerate a lot, but drugs weren’t on that list. He would give Analisa a quick visit to make sure she’ll never talk to you again. Or to anyone, for a matter of fact. You didn’t need such a bad influence. “Not my sweet Y/N”, he whispered in your locks. “From tomorrow on, you will live with me, where I can always protect you. Now, doesn’t that sound like paradise?”

[fangirl-ramblings]

Pairing: Charles Smith x Female Readee

Word Count: 3222

Summary: Love is in the air around camp, but has Cupid's arrow somehow missed you and Charles?

Notes: The fluffiest of fluff, Reader POV / Charles POV

This @rdr-secret-cupid gift is for one of my favourite people - @12timetraveler. My sincere apologies for this Valentine's / birthday present being so late, but hopefully it's well worth the wait 😘

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Cupid's Arrow

Reader's POV

14th Feb 1899

You looked around to see Dutch sitting in his tent, whispering sweet nothings to Miss O'Shea while Sean was trying his hardest to win over Karen, whose icy demeanour was starting to thaw with each passing drink he was plying her with. Hell, even John had had a little too much to drink and summoned the courage to pick a small posy of flowers and present them to Abigail as a small Valentine's gift. 

You liked seeing the camp happy like this, all relaxed in each other's company; the likes of Javier and Tilly sitting next to each other as the former strummed on his guitar and filled the air with a sweet melody, or young Mary-Beth, enjoying the latest romance novel she acquired, only to tear her eyes away from the page to gaze lovingly towards an oblivious Arthur before continuing her story.

And while Micah's grumbling about it "not bein' right, someone like him talkin' to a fiiinnnne woman like her," as he watched young Lenny saying something to make Jenny giggle from across the way, was enough to for everybody to tell him to shut up, it certainly wasn't enough to dampen the mood around the place.

It was even nice to see Miss Grimshaw laugh and smile as she joined the older camp members in their reminiscences about previous Valentine's days with their own past loves, soon followed by raucous singing of filthy songs but as you took your makeshift seat of a crate at the poker table, you couldn’t but help feel Cupid’s arrow had struck everyone and somehow bypassed you. 

You had secretly hoped that Charles would have joined in with the party, but the minute Dutch wound up his gramophone Charles had disappeared into the woods to take his position on guard duty.

While you'd taken many opportunities to try to make conversation and try to get to know him better over the last few months, you still found him to be a man of few words - but you liked that about him. The camp was full enough of loud-mouthed characters like Sean and Uncle that any moment you found yourself sitting in a comfortable silence with Mr. Smith was bliss.

As the night drew on and more and more alcohol was heartly consumed by all, you felt your eyes growing heavy and couldn’t summon the energy to sing along with the lyrics of “The Louisville Maid”.

   "Well as fun as this is, I'm gonna call it a night," you announced to your campmates, knowing full well that nobody was really listening. You sighed as they were caught up in their merriment and headed towards your tent… only to walk straight into Charles.

   "Whoa, careful there," he told you, giving you a small smile as he placed those big, strong hands of his upon your arms to help stop you from falling over on the spot.

Your face burned as you felt your face grow redder and with each passing second as you enjoyed his gentle but firm touch, causing you to look away to avoid staring into those beautiful, deep brown eyes of his. You hoped that he thought your flushed appearance was a result of all the alcohol running through your veins and not the thought currently running  through your mind; what it would be like if he suddenly dipped and kissed you with a fervent passion?

   "Sorry Charles, I… I… I hadn't realised you'd finished your shift already. Want a drink?"

    "I'm okay, thank you, I was gonna try and get some sleep… and I think you should too - big day tomorrow isn't it?" Your brow furrowed as you tried to rack your brain. Had you arranged to go on a job and completely forgot? Charles watched you, with a confused look. "Oh, I thought you'd mentioned the other day that it was your birthday? Maybe I got it wrong?" 

   "Oh my word, yes it is," you gasped in wonderment, "I can't believe you remembered."

   "Guess I just have a good memory for special occasions," he grinned, brushing a loose hair from your face without thinking, making you weak at the knees.

He cleared his throat and moved his hand away. "Well we best both go get some shut eye before the sun comes up. Good night and sweet dreams." 

You watched him walk to his tent, before heading to your own. Still smiling to yourself, you drew the flaps shut and fell on the cot, relieving that brief moment you just had with Charles over and over as you closed your eyes and let sleep wash over you.

15th Feb 1899

As the sun beamed through the gaps of your tent, you woke up to a very different camp atmosphere compared to the night before. It was eerily quiet; with everybody still in bed, sleeping off the hangovers they'd given themselves at the party.

Deciding to make the most of having a quiet camp all to yourself, you sat yourself up and stretched - your muscles and joints aching in a way that made you laugh. Another year older today and your body was certainly reminding you of that fact with all the aches and pains you suddenly started feeling. 

A part of you doubted anybody else would be able to remember that today was your birthday but you smiled as you saw Mary-Beth hadn't forgotten; she'd wrapped a romance novel with one of her ribbons and left it on your trunk. Next to it was a little handwritten note from her, wishing you a very happy birthday and how "the way the heroine in this story reminds me of how you act around Charles, maybe if you read it you'll end up with your true love too. x"

You playfully rolled your eyes; ever the romantic, Mary-Beth had seen you gazing at Charles one day and decided you were destined to be together.

Pulling on some fresh clothes, you stepped outside and made your way towards the coffee pot, presuming nobody would have thought to wash it out and prepare it ready for the morning. Yet, to your surprise, you lifted it up to find it freshly brewed and still piping hot.

   “I figured everybody would be wanting some when they woke up,” Charles chuckled, walking behind you carrying some logs for the campfire.

   “I’d say; seems they all had a lot to celebrate,” you laughed, pouring yourself a cup. “You want one?” you asked, offering Charles the filled mug currently in your hand.

   “I’m okay thanks, I had one before I made a start on tidying the place up.” 

   “Oh trust me, I wouldn’t worry too much about that today - Grimshaw will have such a headache, she'll be far more focused on getting all the quieter jobs done," you giggled knowing from previous experience how badly Susan seemed to suffer from next morning hangovers.

He carefully placed the chopped wood next to the campfire before turning his attention back to you. "Oh I bet," he grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Actually, I have an idea that might help keep camp running smoothly and stop people grumbling.'

   "Oh?" Curiosity had gotten the best of you and you were intrigued to know what he was thinking.

   "I saw supplies were running low and was thinking of doing some hunting later… a good hearty stew might be what the others need to recover," rushing his words out before casting his eyes to the ground. "I, erm… I was wondering if you wanted to join me?"

   "What? Because I'm the only other person sober enough to safely use a weapon right now?" you teased. 

   "That's one reason, but I'd also like some good company." 

You stood gobsmacked as he turned away from you, quickly making his way over to Taima, pulling something from her saddle.

   "I… I'd like to spend time with you too, but I'm afraid my pistol is no good for hunting." You hung your head in disappointment, mentally kicking yourself that this could be your one chance to be alone with the man you'd admired for all these months - and you've lost it because you never took the time to invest in decent hunting equipment.

   "I can help you with that," Charles told you, pulling out an ornate looking bow and handing it to you. "I made it… for your birthday."

   "For me?" Shocked by his act of kindness, you traced your fingers over each of the detail engravings that ran along each of the limbs, tears starting to cloud your vision. "This is beautiful, but are you sure you mean to give this to me?"

   "Of course… a beautiful bow for a beautiful lady.” A sudden flash of fear crossed Charles’ eyes as he realised what he had just said, his body tensing.

   "You… think I'm beautiful?" Your eyes looking deep into his, searching for the truth.

He nodded. "The most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. If it's too awkward, we can just forget the hunting…"

He stopped mid-sentence as you kissed his cheek, his body relaxing as he realised he hadn't made a mistake in telling you.

   "It's not awkward at all, I've liked you for a long time but I could never work out if the feeling is mutual." You gently thumbed his cheek, "Let's go on this hunting trip and talk about this in private shall we?" You suggested as you signaled for Charles to see what you could see. 

Stood behind him was a small audience of John and Mary-Beth, both of whom were grinning over to you both. 

Charles playfully rolled his eyes and walked  you away from their gaze. 

   "Sounds like a good idea, wanna head out now?"

   "Lead the way Mr. Smith." You held out your hand and he gladly took hold.

   "Oh wait, you'll need some of these too" he reached back into his saddle to hand you a bunch of arrows… only to be confused as he heard you laughing.

    "What's so funny?" Charles asked, trying to read your expression.

   "Nothing… just looks like Cupid's arrows found me after all."

Charles' POV

14th Feb 1899

   “I’ll take over here if you want,” John grumbled, clutching his face as he approached where Charles was currently taking up guard duty in the wooded area on the outskirts of camp. “I reckon my Valentine's night is as good as over.”

Charles turned to face his campmate, the moonlight showing a fresh red looking handprint across John's cheek. "You blew it with Abigail then?"

   "Yep, I pushed my luck just a little too much," John chuckled lightly, "But I'm sure I'll  survive. Go on, you go enjoy yourself… I saw [y/n] looking all lonesome up there, she could probably do with some company."

John waggled his eyebrows as Charles pretended to scowl; alcohol had given him loose lips one night and he had ended up confiding in Arthur and John about his feelings about the camp lady he'd taken a shine to. But he couldn’t hold the expression for long as a smile crept over his lips he thought about you.

   "I'll probably just get some shut-eye instead, but I have been busy making this for her." He lifted up a beautiful bow that was resting against a nearby trunk. "It's her birthday tomorrow and she mentioned once she'd be interested in learning to hunt properly."

   "You're a big old softie, ain't you Charles Smith?" John chuckled. "Well, I'm sure she'll appreciate the thought."

   “Don’t you go ruining my reputation, John,” he laughed, making his way to the clearing where all the gang's horses grazed peacefully.

Taima looked up, nickering as she saw her owner nearby.

   “Just a passing visit for now girl, but we can go out on a ride tomorrow,” he whispered to her, stroking her neck as she nuzzled against him. “In the meantime, I want you to keep this safe for me.” Charles lifted his saddle onto the hitching post that Taima was attached to, and carefully placed the bow into the holster on it. She watched her owner with curiosity, her ears pricking up as heard Charles rummaging in his saddlebag to retrieve an apple to reward his trusted Appaloosa for her loyalty. 

The music was still playing as he walked back into camp, only this time it was Pearson’s accordion and Uncle’s banjo that filled the air as Miss Grimshaw sang a bawdy song. It was clear that the party wasn't ending anytime soon, but that wasn't going to stop Charles from trying to get some sleep. Heading towards his tent, he found himself looking around for a quick glance of his heart's desire, only for you to crash straight into him.

   "Whoa, careful there," he told you, gently placing his hands upon your arms to help stop you from falling over on the spot. He could have swore he felt a jolt of electricity flowing through his veins as his skin touched yours.

   "Sorry Charles, I… I… I hadn't realised you'd finished your shift already. Want a drink?"

    "I'm okay thank you, I was gonna try and get some sleep… and I think you should too - big day tomorrow isn't it?" A flash of confusion crossed your face and Charles began to doubt himself. "Oh, I thought you'd mentioned the other day that it was your birthday? Maybe I got it wrong?" 

   "Oh my word, yes it is," you gasped in wonderment. "I can't believe you remembered."

   "Guess I just have a good memory for special occasions," he grinned, brushing a loose hair from your face without thinking, before catching himself and moving his hand away.

Not really wanting the moment to be over but knowing he must tear himself away lest he stay admiring you all night, he cleared his throat. 

   "Well we best both go get some shut eye before the sun comes up. Good night and sweet dreams." 

Making the short walk back to his own tent,  his heart soared as he thought back over your reaction to him remembering your birthday. Now he couldn’t wait to see how you would react to your present.

Settling on his bed roll, he watched you draw your tent closed before allowing himself finally sleep and dream of you.

Charles found himself waking at the crack of dawn, just as the last few stragglers were stumbling towards their bedrolls . Realising he could effectively have the tranquillity of camp to himself,  he gladly jumped up and set about getting ready for a new day.

Firstly he made his way over to Pearson’s wagon to grab a few coffee beans and started brewing a fresh pot. Noticing the meat supplies were running dangerously low, Charles made a mental note to go out hunting later and wondered if this could be the ideal opportunity to ask the birthday girl to join him.

While he waited for that certain someone to wake up, he had already  stoked the fires back to life and disposed of the empty bottles that were scattered all around camp before finally enjoying a short break with a fresh cup of coffee.

It wasn't until he had made a start on chopping wood he had heard footsteps behind him and smiled to himself as he looked over to see [y/n] making her way over to the coffee pot.

   “I figured everybody would be wanting some when they woke up,” Charles chuckled, walking up to her with an armful of logs for the campfire.

   “I’d say; seems they all had a lot to celebrate,” she laughed in that sweet way that made Charles’ feel all warm inside as she poured a cup. “You want one?” asking as she offered the mug in her hand towards him.

   “I’m okay thanks, I had one before I made a start on tidying the place up," he explained, walking over towards where the chopped wood was to be stored.

   “Oh trust me, I wouldn’t worry too much about that today - Grimshaw will have such a headache, she'll be far more focused on getting all the quieter jobs done,"

Charles chuckled as he carefully placed the firewood down before realising this was his chance and turned his attention back to you.

   "Oh I bet," grinning with a twinkle in his eyes. "Actually, I have an idea that might help keep camp running smoothly and stop people grumbling.'

   "Oh?" you asked, tilting your head with curiosity.

He had noticed in the past that each time you asked a question about something that had piqued your interest, you would often tilt your head in this way and found it utterly adorable.

   "I was thinking of doing some hunting later… a good hearty stew might be what the others need to recover," Charles rushed his words out before looking away bashfully. "I, erm… I was wondering if you wanted to join me?"

   "What? Because I'm the only other person sober enough to safely use a weapon right now?" she smirked, and he felt his insides flip-flop. She was so damn beautiful.

   "That's one reason, but I'd also like some good company," he told her, quickly turning to go fetch the bow from Taima’s saddle.

    "I… I'd like to enjoy your company too, but I'm afraid my pistol is no good for hunting." She lowered her head in what seemed to be disappointment.

   "I can help you with that," Charles told her, carefully placing the bow in her hands. "I made it….for your birthday."

   "For me?" He watched as she traced her fingers over the engravings he spent so much time on, hoping the tears brimming in her eyes were because she was overjoyed. "This is beautiful… but are you sure it's for me?"

   "Of course… a beautiful bow for a beautiful lady.” He kicked himself inwardly for saying it aloud, 

   "You… think I'm beautiful?" Your eyes looking deep into his, searching for the truth.

He nodded. "The most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. If it's too awkward, we can just forget the hunting…"

He stopped mid-sentence as you kissed his cheek. The feeling of embarrassment replaced by one feeling like he could soar into the sky right now.

   "It's not awkward at all, I've liked you for a long time but I could never work out if the feeling is mutual." Gently thumbing his cheek, you suggested, "Let's go on this hunting trip and talk about this in private shall we?"

He followed your gaze to see Mary-Beth and John grinning at you both as they stood by their tents. 

Playfully rolling his eyes, Charles guided you away from their gaze. 

   "Sounds like a good idea, wanna head out now?"

   "Lead the way Mr. Smith." You held out your hand and he gladly took hold.

   "Oh wait, you'll need some of these too" he reached back into his saddle to hand you a bunch of arrows… only to be confused as he heard you laughing.

    "What's so funny?" Charles asked, hoping thewhole entire moment wasn't a set up so camp could make fun of him

   "Nothing… just looks like Cupid's arrows found me after all"