#if i could improve on this more i'd make the head movement more lively

[steakout-05]

ok i made a BETTER pony hop animation!! this one was referenced from Pinkie Pie's hop and it looks way better and has a BIGGER jump!!! it has better spring action!! it uses more tweening!!! yippee!!!!

original animation: here :]

[trrsseea]

Lesson for lesson

We agreed to meet at Charles' apartment. When I got there, the apartment was empty. I headed into the living room and walked past Charles' piano. I always loved listening to Charles playing, his focused expression and the smile that played on his face was breathtaking.

I turned on the TV and some show was on, but I wasn't paying attention to it. All I could think about was the piano. Finally, I couldn't help myself and went over to it.

I sat down on the stool by the piano, picked up some sheet music Charles had laid out beside it, and flipped to the beginning, where there were light melodies.

I put my fingers on the keys and tried the first notes. My fingers slid over the keys and the melody seemed disorganized and inharmonious. I tried a few more times, but the result was always the same.

I rubbed my face in frustration and saw movement to my left. I turned my head and saw Charles leaning against the door frame, watching me with a smile.

Wordlessly, he parted to me, sitting down on the piano stool next to me.

“Y/n, will you let me help you?” Charles asked with a kind smile.

I was a little surprised at first, but I nodded. There was something magical about how quickly he took on the role of teacher and his calm attitude.

Charles began to show me how to hold my hands properly, use my fingers and play a chord correctly.

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After a few lessons, I began to understand the language of music and why he loves it so much. My movement improved and became smoother. The melody sounded clearer and more harmonious.

At each of our "lessons" Charles seemed happy that I was improving or it was the fact that he could share one of his passions with someone. Although I doubt, I had the musical talent he did.

I love music, and on several occasions Charles and I explored each other's music playlists together and even found common favourites. But the way Charles always relaxed when he sat down at the piano to play was amazing view.

I loved that look, watching and listening to him and several times I fell asleep on the couch while he played.

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I got better and better over the next few months. One afternoon, when I arrived a little earlier than Charles, who was late from training, I decided to train.

Last week I found one of our favourite songs and practiced it in secret so I could surprise Charles.

My fingers carefully moved across the keyboard with the grace and delicacy I'd gained from practicing with Charles, filling the apartment with a lovely melody.

The melody penetrated to the core of my bones, and sometimes my hand slipped a little, but I didn't stop and continued to play.

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Charles pov:

Today's practice was a bit long, the mechanics needed to make some more adjustments and wanted to know if everything was working as it should. I knew Y/n would be at the apartment waiting for me.

So as soon as I got out of the garage, I headed to the locker room. I took a quick shower packed my stuff and headed to the parking lot where my car was waiting for me.

I got in my Ferrari and pulled out onto the road towards the apartment. I parked in front of the apartment, grabbed my stuff from the trunk and almost ran as I couldn't wait.

I put my keys in the lock, turned it and the lock clicked. The first thing I noticed was the melody from the piano. I walked into the apartment, which was filled with a lovely melody. I carefully closed the door and put my things on the floor. 

Quietly, I walked in the direction the melody was coming from. Y/n played carefully, but with a delicacy that she had lacked before. Her song was full of emotion, and at that moment I realized it was our favourite song. She must have practiced it in secret.

I stood in the doorway and listened to the melody, completely entranced by the moment. I was happy for her, for how much she had improved. Most of all, I appreciate her effort and dedication to the music. It was a beautiful moment and I didn't want to disturb it.

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I led Charles to the kitchen where I prepared all the necessary ingredients.

I showed Charles all the ingredients and explained the process, which I printed out just in case so he could look at it as he worked.

Last week I was wondering what I could get Charles for his piano lessons, so I thought I could teach him to bake something. His passion is music and mine is baking.

I was scrolling through internet looking for a simple recipe and came across chocolate cake. So, the plan was clear, I'm going to teach him how to bake a cake. 

After work, I went shopping for everything I needed to make it and I still had to buy a cake pan.

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Charles pov:

I stood in the kitchen next to Y/n and listened to everything she said, I loved the look.

After the explanation, we got down to business. I was amazed at the precision and concentration with which Y/n worked.

I watched her every move and learned how to handle everything Y/n showed me, what temperature to heat the oven, how to grease the cake pan properly, and most importantly how to tell if the dough was properly made.

Y/n let me do all the work and checked that I was doing it right.

I was just mixing the last two ingredients together: “You have to be careful that everything is mixed and there are no lumps left."

I slowed down and made sure I was careful with every movement.

The dough was ready, I carefully poured it into the cake pan, and it placed it in the preheated oven and set the alarm.

I walked over to Y/n and pulled her close to me: "I was wondering how we could entertain ourselves in the meantime."

I kissed her and was about to continue, but Y/n broke the kiss and turned me towards the line.

“Who's going to clean this?" She pointed to the counter full of dishes.

“We can clean it up later." I leaned in for another kiss.

“This is part of the process." She smiled at me and started cleaning up.

After a few minutes, we were done and the cake was about to be ready. The cake was successful, just baked and smelling lovely.

We sat together at the table and shared the amazing sweet treat we had created together.

We both laughed while baking and I realized that we had managed to combine our two passions.

And so, we continued our piano and baking lessons together.

[shadykazama]

The official post about Lepus

For anyone that didn't see the previous small post, this is Lepus, my overwatch oc. She was drawn by the lovely Remonmellow on Twitter, IG, and Fiverr!

She's in the Wayfinder Society and I'll be explaining her story, abilities, and even adding some interactions with other hero's under the cut!

Lepus

“A gifted and troubled scientist with a unique perspective on life, Lepus seeks to use her research to bring understanding in the midst of conflict."

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Support

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Texas, USA (formerly), Roaming

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October 6th (24)

Origin

An outstanding student throughout her youth, Autumn Spellman started trouble for herself in college, getting into often violent exchanges during omnic rights rallies. Her overwhelming passion for the lives around her festered into distaste for the society that continued to cast out the innocent; she left her studies, as well as the connections she'd built behind and pursued her research independently. Without a job or a real place in the world, she found her way in the Wayfinder Society as an on site medic. They offered her resources and companionship to fulfill her research, and she gave them support in return, working as not only a medic, but a fighter as well when needed.

Lepus's research involves the movement and use of energy created by living beings. She's always been sensitive to this energy and her research focuses mainly on its uses for healing and creating understanding between humans and other living beings (animals, omnics, plants etc…).

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Gear

-Her gun is a low power shotgun, she wanted a close range option because of the proximity she has to get to sap energy.

-Her armor is protective against the elements and stray rubble, as well as bullets.

-Her helmet serves to help identify wounds or weak points, but it also automates her voice, making her more “intimidating” (or at least that's the purpose of it)

-Her boots have advanced padding in the bottom of them to provide comfort as well as improving her jump height.

(I imagine a lot like this, not my picture btw ^)

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Abilities

-Ability 1 is the energy steal. Lepus touches a target and saps their energy; it doesn't damage the target persay, they're slightly slowed and it makes them physically weaker. It would make them feel sluggish and drained, increasing cooldowns and lowering damage.

-Ability 2 the energy boost, Lepus uses the energy she stole and touches an ally to give it to them. It decreases cooldowns, makes them move faster etc. but only for a bit until the energy wears off. It also heals them, giving them a feeling of warmth and wholeness to their body.

-Ability 3 Use the stolen energy to do extra damage in an AOE. Instead of using the stolen energy to boost an ally, she can concentrate it into a grenade basically which functions like a flash bang, disorienting enemies for a few seconds. (This wouldn't be a stun, would prob just slow and literally disorient your vision)

-Passive, Bunny hop, she jumps higher naturally because of the technology in her shoes.

-Ultimate. I haven't come up with one yet, lemme know if you have any suggestions!

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~Interactions~

Lucio: So I'm trying to ask everyone this, what's your favorite animal?

Lepus: Rabbits, *laughs* shocking I know. I grew up with them, they're hard not to love…

Special if Zarya is the tank

(Alternative) Zarya/Lepus: Rabbits- hey!!

Lucio: Uh yeah, I can see it!

Lepus: I bet I could pull off a hat like that.

Ashe: *scoffs* Well you ain't using mine.

Lepus: Okay but if it just happens to blow off of your head in the midst of a fight and I pick it up…?

Lifeweaver: Not to worry, you have not one but two university drop outs at your sides.

Lepus: *snorts* That's one way to boost team morale…

Lifeweaver: Well it made you laugh, so I'd say it was worth it. 💖

Venture: Stick close Autumn, I know how you are with directions.

Lepus: You get lost one time-

Venture: More like half a dozen!

Lepus: Those tombs are like mazes!!

Venture: Autumn! Autumn! What's the energy feel like here? Oh- are there any ghosts?!

Lepus: I told you, ghosts avoid me.

Venture: Aw that's lame, how come?

Lepus: I always suspected it was the energy thing, buuut maybe they're just scared of rabbits…

Lepus: Hey, you dropped Rosetta again.

Venture: What?! No way!

Lepus: You've seriously gotta get a new jacket, Sloan.

Venture: But this one has so much character!!

Mauga: Miss me, little bunny?

Lepus: Not even a little bit.

Mauga: Aww you're just sour cause I almost caught you last time.

Mauga: Where's your partner?

Lepus: Why do you care?

Mauga: I just hope you're not easier to catch without your little buddy watching out for you.

Lepus: Your model is different than most omnics.

Ramattra: I was made to lead omnics into war.

Lepus: Oh…

Ramattra: Does that frighten you?

Lepus: No. You're much more than what you were made to be.

Ramattra: You claim to care for omnics, why not fight for them?

Lepus: I did, but an eye for an eye and the world goes blind. A war on this scale will only cause harm.

Ramattra: Perhaps a blind world will not forsake my people for merely existing.

Lepus: Or perhaps it'll never learn to truly see them at all.

Lepus: Your energy carries grief within you, what happened?

Illari: What happened doesn't matter anymore, it just matters that I make it right.

(Alternative) Hanzo: I betrayed my brother, as well as my clan. And now, I walk alone.

(Alternative) Mei: I survived an accident… my crew- my friends didn't make it out.

(Alternative) Roadhog: *loud gruff growl.*

Lepus: It weighs heavily on you, sometimes it's okay to share the burden…

Moira: Have you been enjoying the brute?

Lepus: So you're the one sending him after me?

Moira: No, I'm the one that suggested he takes you alive.

Lepus: Sombra, can you hack my helmet and make my voice sound like Reaper's?

Reaper: Don't.

Lepus: *mocking* Don't.

Sombra: Ooo I like her!

Reaper: *sighs*

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Lepus: *sighs*

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Adding this down here, but I ADORE that their jackets match. I headcanon Sloan gifted her the Wayfinder patch on her jacket to make her feel more welcome since she was having trouble acclimating.

Also I was gonna add some kill/map specific voice lines for her but I didn't want to ramble on too much.. Anyway I hope y'all like her. 🫶

[julietcaesar]

Are you...

a native English speaker?

a Genshin Impact fan?

interested to try your hand at editing?

If all these points are about you, will you be my husband editor?

I'd like to translate my story into English, but since English is not my native language, I'm having some difficulty writing natural text.

Below I propose to read the first chapter of my story. Please let me know if you are interested in improving this text, fixing errors and making it more lively. I also want to warn that you can encounter mature scenes in my fanfiction, so be careful.

I'm waiting for you, my ideal editor!

Idk, what can I add?.. Ы :)

Chapter 1

The Favourite

“Oh, well, you should see yourself now! What a pitiful sight ...” - Childe whispers in her ear so that the knees of the woman, on which she leans, with her ass up and her face buried in the pillow, almost scatter to the sides on the silk sheet.

      “You know, Liyue’sharbor whores could learn a lot from you…”

      And Childe would swear that this is not just a joke! Given that Celestine was a ballerina in the past, it is not surprising that her body is capable of such things that Childe never dreamed of before meeting her. Now her chest is tightly pressed against the bed and her arms are stretched forward. Her lower back is arched so that her belly almost touches her hips.

Neither one needs foreplay. Child mentally reproaches himself that of the two of them, he was the one talking again. Therefore, he does not hesitate any further and plunges deep into her body, tightly pressing Celestine's buttocks to his hips. He knows – despite the fact that this woman almost howls every time from the heavy need in the lower abdomen, and asks not to waste time on any nonsense – that she likes that he never starts fucking her roughly. Just don't try to prove him wrong! After all, he hears the drawn - out groans of gratitude, he feels the rhythmic movement of herhips in time with his movements. Plunging so deeply that the tip of his cock is pressed into the smooth wall in the depths, he begins painfully slowly wagging his pelvis from side to side, persistently stretching the narrowest part of the tight, unyielding hole. And the result is not long in coming: her entrance gratefully relaxes, allowing him to invade the tight heat at any conceivable angle; her walls, on the contrary, tightly wrap around the tip of hiscock, as if to lure him, drag him even further into this hot abyss.

And then, consumed by desire to reunite somewhere deep inside the female body, both lose their heads.

The contact between their bodies, sticky with sweat, created a wet slapping sound with each movement, jolts completely knock the air out of both of their lungs. At least Childe thinks he's suffocating, but he’d be wrong. If he were in Celestine's body, he would know what it's like to really suffocate - to pass out from lack of oxygen, to feel like you're slowly dying. Each of them loves this madness, this strength and endurance in each other, that which they have never known in anyone before one another. Childe loses his head at how resignedly and submissively Celestine is ready to indulge his most demanding preferences in poses and manipulations with her body, just to be fucked to the point of losing memory of her own name and time of day. Celestine loses her head at how Childe keeps his word to bring her to ecstasy, no matter how much time and stamina it takes. In return, he gets a feeling of unlimited, personal possession of her body. But the most amusing part of it all, is that the end of this madness comes as soon as one of them gives up.

This time, Celestine was the first to capitulate. She could not say that she was close - the meanings of the words flew out of her head, the only thing left for her was to powerlessly palm at the feather bed a couple of times, attracting attention. Childe barely notices this pleading gesture through the matted hair that has fallen on his forehead, and he is instantly pierced by the first warm wave of pleasure at the mere thought that he has managed to do it again. He reduced her torso and limbs to a useless handful of flesh, with one last wish centered right on his flesh.

And if before that Childe, unlike Celestine, parted with his own personality not so recklessly, then in the last moments he takes his own and turns into one continuous, powerful spasm. Quickly regaining consciousness, he finds himself pouring out in warm, warm moisture. The second spasm covers him already in a conscious state and feels completely different - it coincides with the shudder of Celestine's body and the strong grip of her walls, begging Childe to stay in her a little more.

Celestine woke up just before the climax, on the verge of trance and wakefulness, hearing Childe's monotonous chest groans turn into a piercing, plaintive howl, more like the voice of a sixteen-year-old youth than a grown man. In response to this unexpected sound, Celestine's body boiled with such involuntary, instinctive tenderness that it was time to wonder if she really was mistress of her own flesh.

However, as always, the feeling of general peace is replaced by pain, which is reminiscent of the final twitching of the cock inside. Celestine tries to straighten up and lie on her belly, but Childe immediately puts hands on her waist.

“Where are you going? I haven't let go yet.”

Childe had just caught his breath, but the strength of his voice had not yet fully returned to him. His order sounded rather uncertain, but the confidence in the steel grip did not go anywhere. The attempt at quick escape failed again. Time to get used to the fact that Childe never stains her sheets.

As the feelings returned, including the feeling of being in her own body, Celestine began to remember how she ended up in this state of affairs.

He first saw her when he was already a Harbinger. This was his first invitation to a gala dinner at the Tsaritsa's court. Childe, having had enough of the attention to his person and noting for himself potentially useful new acquaintances, quickly got tired of the cloying court audience. His attention began to linger on the Tsaritsa, who at this celebration of life was perhaps the most indifferent person to his presence. The majestic ruler sat at a separate central table and talked with a council. Around her were those closest to her, all of which were men.

But wait a minute! Not all of them were men. The empty place on the right hand of Tsaritsa was taken by a certain young person who appeared out of nowhere. As soon as the woman rustled with fluffy silk skirts, trying to sit down, the eyes of the Tsaritsa instantly turned away from her interlocutor and turned to her new neighbor. Childe saw the girl's face only half-turned, but from the playful smile and unexpectedly affectionate look of the Tsaritsa, one could guess that these signs of attention were mutual. The scene interested him because no one had yet told him that the Tsaritsa had such a close person who could be patted on the cheek like that, and gently stroked with the back of the hand. However, the Tsaritsa quickly stopped in her impulses, which indicated a desire not to expose this tenderness too much. The girl, on the other hand, answered all the caresses a little coldly, which did not offend the ruler in the least.

It was not difficult to find out who the mysterious person was. Celestine, so he learned was the name of the girl, turned out to be a former prima ballerina of the capital's Snezhnaya Theater, and now just the favorite of the ruler. For what particular merits the former dancer was favored, no one could say for sure. Additionally, he learned that the current favorite was from Fontaine. However, Childe himself guessed this from her azure eyes and thick coal-black hair, which did not want to obey the rules of an absurd curl and instead stroveloosely to spread strands over fragile shoulders.

At some point, the degree of the Tsaritsa's favor reached the point where Childe was invited to dinners and suppers held in the close circle of friends. Celestine was there. Childe quickly realized that the rumors that the ruler of Snezhnaya was sharing a bed with a favorite were not just rumors. In close company light strokes of the waist and patronizing kisses of the corners of the lips were hidden not so reverently, and now and then were accidentally caught by an eye. However, this topic was forbidden for discussion; the unspoken rule was not to notice what was happening.

The situation for Snezhnaya was, to put it mildly, atypical. The existence of kept women was not news to Childe. He saw such stories many times, wherever he went – his native Snezhnaya, the freedom-loving Mondstadt, or the conservative Liyue. But with one “but” - these women have always been kept by men. On the other hand, for the harbinger, who went around half of Teyvat, it was not news that women could make love to each other. Childe was helped to make this discovery by a good friend who invited him to the Beaded Ferry in Liyue harbor. As it turned out, there were special entertainments on this ship for special guests. As a “warming up” part of the show, the guests who were exclusively men that night were shown scenes of how women please each other with their fingers, tongues, and lips for half an hour... That performance was deeply embedded in the mind of the young Harbinger, and periodically surfaced in intense morning dreams.

However, Childe was always aware that this "warm-up" introduction was played out solely to please the male audience, because after the foreplay all these women immediately gave themselves to men. And, judging by the insatiable movements and hot moans, the feeling of strong male flesh in various holes brought them much more rapture. And therefore, even despite a broad view on the world, Childe did not fully believe in the reality of what allegedly happened between Tsaritsa and her "mistress".

Celestine was at all the parties. Moreover, it often happened that the Tsaritsa was present only at the beginning, and then left the audience, leaving Celestine as the main host of the evening. It was worthy to admit that she did a great job with it! No one felt forgotten or overwhelmed by the attention. Considering that among the guests there were also harbingers who had a very difficult disposition, it was surprising how sharp corners were prudently smoothed out even before they appeared.Il Dottore and Pedrolino don't get along? That's all right! Celestine wouldbe the very mediator who translates the language of one into the language of the other, reducing tension with her presence and turning the skirmish into a discussion. For some unknown reason, harbingers were invited to dinners by certain groups, meaning some harbingers never crossed paths. For example, Childe never coincided with Pulcinella, but often with Scaramouche.

At first glance, Celestine was the same kept woman as all her colleagues in the craft. She was infinitely loyal to her patroness, pampered, without worries about everyday life, demanding of servants. On the otherhand, the favorite was sharp-tongued, smart, ironic, and most importantly useful to Tsaritsa. And, it seems, it was not only in bed. Childe felt that in the company of closest councils and harbingers there was something special about this girl. It was in the air. And no, it was not just accuracy in handling the Tsaritsa's favorite little thing.

Their personal communication always came out too short. Celestine seemed to feel how different she and Childe were, and she was eager to sling this person to someone else before Childe started teasing her. It seemed to him hypocritical that no one did this, despite the notes of self-irony that slipped through Celestine's speech. Against the background of Childe - too unbridled and defiant - Celestine looked too disciplined and well-trained. It seemed that she had fun with everyone, but somehow without sincerity. She seemed to be witty, joking, but only within the limits of what was permitted. Everything about her seemed right. Thin eyebrows, small nose, plump lips. And the eyes…! But what's the point in them if they look so cynically cold?

But one day, Childe found out a secret about her, and with that, she definitely could no longer hide behind a powdered mask of restraint and self-control.

It was only Childe's third such dinner, and the first at which he ran into Il Dottore. Imagine his surprise when he saw that Celestine's face can express so many emotions in one evening! Unexpectedly, Il Dottore was so close to her! Then the Second Harbinger brought a whole box of Fontaine trinkets: lavender soap, some bottles, and even something edible, namely marzipan balls in chocolate.

“Close your eyes, open your mouth!” The doctor orders her.

“How rough!” Celestine is jokingly offended, but gladly fulfills the request. Oh, how interesting it was for Childe to be now in Dottore's place, and look into the waiting open mouth. Those lips were suddenly so seductive.

“Is that how? And I thought it was your job, madam!” - Il Dottore stings, putting the candy on the girl's tongue and pushing it with his finger.

“What a boor!” Celestine playfully responds and laughs, trying to chew on the sweetness and flirtingly slapping the doctor on the shoulder with her folded fan.

“Thank you for the compliment,” The doctor bows to her, and Childe is driven mad by the fact that he had never before heard such a creeping tone in the voice of abrutal Harbinger.

And Celestine looks at Dottore like a kitten at a butterfly flying in front of her nose. Oh, Childe is familiar with that glance. This is what women look like when they sleep badly at night in their cold beds.

That evening, Childe decided to go to the end and approached Dottore himself. In the end, he began to feel sick from this understatement and obsequious gestures.

“Are you sleeping with her?”

Dottore was rather dumbfounded by such a direct question from the young harbinger. It must be admitted that among all the harbingers, Tartaglia was not the most unpleasant for him. And besides, if this young man was so unaware of the state of affairs, then why shouldn’t Dottore become a guide to this world of intimate life of the Tsaritsa’s inner circle?

“Do I look crazy?”

Childe was confused. Il Dottore really did look like a madman, but regardless, the question turned out to be rhetorical.

“You probably don't know much yet. Well, so be it, I will be your mentor... Remember one simple rule - do not have personal connections here. With no one! If you want to remain a harbinger, of course.”

“Ha-ha! In that case, are you suggesting we call tonight's candy show business communication?”

“Of course!” Convincingly confirmed Dottore.

“A gesture of courtesy and no more! If in exchange for favors all that is required of me is to bring any junk from Fontaine and devote all my attention to the scriptwriter of this event, then I am ready to obey these rules of courtesy voluntarily! For other harbingers, this is far from enough.”

“Scriptwriter? But the Tsaritsa today left us almost at the very beginning as usual.”

“I'm talking about Celestine,” Dottore replied casually.

“And why would she...? No, no, wait! Who needs it at all? What a nonsense?” Childe's questions rained down.

“Well, I can't answer that. Ask the Tsaritsa if you're so interested. Maybe she will answer you?” Il Dottore laughed sincerely at Tartaglia and could hardly stop himself.

“But seriously… You don’t think Cryo Archon cares about the atmosphere at the top of Fatui, do you? She accurately sees the goal and strives for it with someone else's hands. Including yours,” Dottore jabbed a finger at Tartaglia's shoulder.

“But who will care that inside the organization there are internal conflicts that can flare up with a blue flame at the most inopportune moment? It’s not that these conflicts are solvable, you know… But it’s rather important to be constantly aware and keep a finger on the pulse, so as not to be taken by surprise. Well, make some adjustments as necessary, of course.”

“And in what way?”

“Carrot and stick method, as always! Remember what missions Scaramouche has been sent on lately? Don't you think it has something to do with him promising to act like a good boy?”

Childe contemplated the matter. The last couple of times Scaramouche was indeed given serious, one might say, grandiose assignments. But before that, Tartaglia was amazed at how this petty sadist, acting on his nerves, got out of the scandal that had flared up between them. That evening, Scaramouche said something about the carelessness of Tartaglia, and then it started... Celestine intervened. Childe did not let up, and continued to challenge Scaramouche to a fair fight. And Scaramouche surprisingly cooled down! He even had the nerve to tell the public that for the greater good, he would no longer pay attention to the Eleventh Harbinger's teasing. It was, of course, very funny to hear about the common good of the organization from this egoist, but Childe had to admit that the Sixth Harbinger kept his word and tried to avoid not only him, but also La Signora to whom he had no less claims.

“Oh, I can see a nascent thought in your tense expression! All in all, this is where I end. I wish you to draw useful conclusions,”Il Dottore finished his glass of wine, and left the room without saying goodbye.

Childe was overwhelmed by a wave of long-standing reflections, which he tried to drive away from himself. The Fatui was a formidable organization, united by a majestic Сryo Archon. This, however, was only formal, seeing asone half of the organization was always looking to kill the other. But to use internal strife for secret purposes, on the sly... Everything was clear with Il Dottore. He was a diplomat and was not susceptible to attempts to manipulate him. If Child hated any one thing above all else in his life, it would behypocritical, cunning intrigues behind his back. These were the antics of weak people, which he could neither accept nor forgive. And he understood why the Tsaritsa did not do it herself. It would be too unworthy of a being like her. And yet, it was impossible not to use such methods. If you're forced to work with bastards like Scaramouche, you can't do without dirty tricks. It is quite logical, then, that these dirty tricks should be performed by dirty people – like Celestine.

As for the little secret that was revealed... And how could Childe be so blind? Celestine, a young, beautiful schemer, quite rightly would crave a male body that even the Tsaritsa can't replace her, that's for sure! And her undisguised sympathy for Il Dottore, most likely, is due only to the fact that the diplomat was the only one who dared to approach her himself. It was hard to believe, but behind the wall of self-control was the usual arrogant bitch, who could be fucked for the price of Fontaine souvenirs.

Oh, how he began to be rude to her from that moment!

“What do you think, Lady Celestine? If you were the twelfth Harbinger, which branch of Fatui would you join,military or diplomatic?”

“Diplomatic, of course!”

“Oh, so you prefer foul play, conspiracies, and manipulation over a fair fight?”

“If I had your physique, mister Tartaglia, as well as the Vision and Delusion, I would think about the answer. In the meantime, I prefer foul play to fair combat. Have you already wanted to fight me?”

“But in that case – If you don't have physical strength, but only know how to carry empty words and practice fraud – wouldn't it be better to give up confrontation altogether?”

Celestine gave Childe a look of genuine surprise, without any malice. It began to dawn on her that the Eleventh Harbinger was determined to bring her to real emotions today.

“No, not better. Better to be a dishonest winner than an honest loser. Unless, of course, you mean a game of chess, mister Eleventh Harbinger.”

“Is that how? Hmm… interesting. I must confess I find this approach to things... degrading and vile,” Childe spoke the last words with a slight smile and a clear look, as if they had nothing to do with the matter.

However, the favorite had not taken her place in vain. Not a single muscle on her beautiful face trembled, not a shadow of displeasure flickered in her eyes.

“So, mister Tartaglia, are you writing me out of your social circle?” Celestine made a childishly offended voice.

“Ha-ha! By no means! I can forgive you anything, as you are a lady,” Childe gave Celestine a fox-like squint and, without taking his eyes off her, took a sip of sparkling champagne.

“Oh, how good-hearted you are to me, Lord Eleventh Harbinger! I'm afraid I'm not worthy of your kindness!” Celestine replied playfully, hiding her face behind the fluffy fan feathers.

[funbirdnest]

Dance floor - Slow Step chapter 1

Tori: Yu, Yuzuru~…… Help me, a demon appeared. A demon with endless hands

Tori: Excu~se me♪

Wataru: …………

Tori: Uh, wha~t...... Long hair is the only one here? I wasted such a cute greeting

Wataru: Zz, zz…….♪

Tori: (Is he sleeping? I don’t get it)

(Well, it’s a given but, even this guy sleeps……)

(It’s surprising because he doesn’t act like a human being in front of us)

(Uh~m. Until just before “Tanabata festival" I was given an intensive training in a "pair work" with this guy but…)

(Even now, he feels like an unknown existence to me)

(I just can’t get used to him. Though we're both members of "fine"....... We still need to find a way to reach a mutual understanding and get along.)

(I hate to say it, but "Tricktars"' is a good role model. It'd be nice if we too became more united, yep.)

(Even though I just blindly followed Eichi sama, who reigned so majestically... as if he was invincible......)

(I wanted to get closer to him, but it was too much for me)

(Since we’re the rightful rulers at the top of Yumenosaki. We have to improve quickly to reach even higher heights)

(In order to avoid losing and crying a second time.)

Wataru: zz zz ……..♪

ZZZ......♪

Tori: Oi, you’re awake right long hair?

Wataru: Amazing! You really saw through my sleeping facade Himegimi.........☆

Tori: You know, if the acting is too exaggerated people will find it strange. What is "zzz......" supposed to be? How did you make that sound with your mouth?

Wataru: Are you practicing? There's a tip, you can do it by learning the movement your lips make whenever you think of the letter "Z" in your head!

Tori: No, I don’t need to know how....... Why have you learned all this unnecessary stuff?

Wataru: Fufufu. They do say “Art and knowledge brings bread and honor”, Himegimi

The moment you master an art is sublime but, even then the genre will eventually become obsolete

Tori: This is the part where the character in a manga sigh dejectedly. Jeez, long hair you're too lively.

Wataru: Yes! This is Hibiki Wataru, the one born with a big mouth, I can even make the Tokyo Tower by rolling a cherry with my tongue☆

Tori: Hn~...... I see, you're someone who wastes their talent.

All right. I was thinking of asking the president and Yuzuru when they arrived, but you are fine. Hey long hair, are you good at dance?

Wataru: What is it? There isn’t a single thing this Hibiki Wataru is bad at!

I’ve learned all about dance but what exactly do you want?

Ballroom dance? Belly dance? Cheer dance? Limbo dance? I'm good at all of them~look look♪

Tori: Hii! Creepy~ Don’t come here moving like an insect!?

Wataru: Fufufu. It makes me so happy that Himegimi is always surprised by so little! You’re quite sensitive~♪

Tori: You meant to say “childish” right?

More importantly, I’m asking you seriously so listen……please don’t make fun of me.

Wataru: Hm? I don’t mind, do you have any problems? All right, allow me to let you a hand as another member of "fine"☆

See, every second a new hand will appear~! How many more do you need?

One, two, please take as many as you like~!

Tori: Hiii, arms are appearing one after another! Gross, too gross......!?

Yuzuru: What's the issue, young master?!

Tori: Yu, Yuzuru~…… Help me, a demon appeared. A demon with endless hands

Yuzuru: A demon? Ah Hibiki sama, could you avoid showing weird things to the young master? Such things are not educational.

Eichi: Fufu, isn’t it fine, they have become good friends……

It feels like the special training we had by pairing Wataru and Tori and Yuzuru and me had good results

I could hear you all the way to the hallway. By listening to such lively noise, you could get the feeling of youth.

Moreover. I heard some of it, are you having some trouble…… Tori?

If you don’t mind, I could give you some advice, I’ll do my best to thoroughly ease your worries ♪

Tori: E, Eichi sama……♪ Yeah, this is the kind of response I wanted!

There's no way I'd like to see the literal gag of "lending a hand"!

Eichi: You went too far with the jokes, Wataru. It could work if what you wanted was to dodge the question but...... Tori is a pure child. Don't confuse him

Having said that, how about we listen to Tori's worries while warming up before the start of the lessons?

The recent heatwave has been getting to me so .... let’s take it slowly today

I don’t have any urgent work and I can spare a lot of time for Tori

Yuzuru: President you’re spoiling the young master too much

However, I'm very thankful for your proposition

Wataru: Yes! Let's all joyously make fun of Himegimi's worries~♪

Tori: Don’t make fun!

Jeez, even though I’m seriously troubled!

[sweetdreamsbuck]

Sooooo I'm sure you knew this one was coming but who would you ship me with? 😇 bonus info about me: I love cooking, 80s music, taking care of everyone I love, weird history, and I'm martial arts instructor! Love you baby 💖

yes i've been waiting and it's stevie!! (i got carried away in my head, not sorry. i love you)

your little thing— that spark of something, was immediate. he'd watched you as you cooked for the team, insisting they “needed to eat right if they’re going to act right”. he loved that— the phrase and the thought behind it. he wasn't the only one with a heart of gold running around the compound. he’d watched as you trained and fought until you drained five waters, reaching for a sixth; having sparred with Nat, then Sam, then Clint— fighting and learning your way around different minds, different styles— growing and accepting wins and defeats all the same: with a spirit of persistence and the excited newfound knowledge that only came from a humbling fight.

"hey Iva... I'd like a go, if you'd be willing..."

and that's how it began— your well matched back and forth— filled with witty banter, agonizingly cute giggles, soft glances and the intense ones, the push and pull of a well choreographed but improvised waltz. what partners you were.

Steve loved sparring with you, finding his own movement similar to yours in the way that everything seemed like a precise and fluid dance. each breath and action a reminder of the life you've lived and have yet to see. your styles are completely different when it comes to defense— yours more of a forward approach, always anticipating the next strike, the next jab before it came. his, more insistent— needing the other to strike in an act of defiance before being reassured to hit again, to block again, to lunge again. the one thing you had in common— the love of the change in pace, in the moves, in the tune and timbre of the opponent. what partners you were. ‘what a match you are’, he'd think.

the thing that really enamored him most about you was the nature in which you carried yourself. you could talk to anyone, learn something new about everyone in each conversation you engaged them in, no matter how long you knew them for. conversation flowed easily between the two of you. you never made him feel his age— always ensuring he knew the newest lingo and the nonsensical things you were talking about. just an air of patience and commitment to making sure he felt comfortable with you, that he felt cared for by you. and you loved hearing old stories of the 40s— of what life was like without you, a time where you weren't even a thought. the sentiment made him sad but the eyes in which you watched him with as he relived his young life quelled his uneasiness. you wanted to know all versions of him; all the versions that made him the Steve you have to privilege of loving.

Stevie knew you were special the moment he laid eyes on you; on your perfect form, on the way you made sure to always improve, always looking for constructive correction. and man did you take his breath away. your bright smile as you took down Sam for the third time in a row. the way your eyes crinkled with joy in defeat as Nat pinned you to the floor, yet again, with a signature move you'd been begging her to teach you. the way your hair fell from its pony perfectly situated at the base of your neck as you pranced around the compound, it framing your face making your angelic features seem impossibly more stunning. that was the only word he could use to describe you. the only word in his vocabulary he knew in his century of living that could ever come close to touching the colors in which he could only dream of painting you in. your kind and caring spirit, your love of music he actually could discuss with you. of course even if he hadn't liked it, he'd pretend to for you. how could he not?

his angel. stunning and perfection personified.

[boxofbadaddiction]

Build Me Up, Buttercup

George Weasley x Reader

Song Inspired

Warnings: Zilch. Pure Fluff.

Life at the Burrow can get pretty hectic. With so many people running in and out all of the time things can quickly get out of hand. So, fortunately for Mrs Weasley she had so many ready and willing children to lend a hand when necessary.

Okay, maybe 'ready and willing' is a stretch. It's more of a 'whether you like it or not' arrangement if we're being honest. But regardless it gets the jobs done.

Today being no exception, so while Molly and Arthur left for town to run some errands preparing for the new school year, there were a list of chores for her 'happy' helpers; Fred, George, Y/n, Ron, Harry and Ginny, to get done.

Ron and Harry were set the challenge of De-Gnoming the garden, Ginny had a chicken coop to clean, Fred - to his great pleasure - were on laundry duty (though last George saw there weren't much folding going on. More his brother were sprawled out dramatically over a pile of towels groaning loudly), Y/n meanwhile was on kitchen duty and so that left George the very taxing chore of cleaning the attic. Molly were sure to give he and Fred separate jobs knowing full well, left to their own devices, no work would get done - if anything she'd come home to a bigger mess.

George hated the attic, it were so cluttered and stuffy. Not to mention the Ghoul were no help with all the racket he liked to make banging one piece of junk against the other. Thankfully, however, he were nearly finished.

Placing the final box atop the others he'd organised George dusted his hands before resting them on his hips with a tired sigh.

He let his eyes roam the space - damn they had some junk. Although there were a notable improvement thanks to his efforts. All that remained was to dust the, many, cobwebs and sweep the floors.

Looking around the room he noticed the broom and dustpan were nowhere in sight - that's when he remembered y/n had been using them to clean the living room earlier. As he was sure she'd be finished using them by now, he turned to descend the staircase, ducking briefly to avoid an old pan the Ghoul threw in protest of the houses usual quietness, George made his way towards the sitting room.

Passing Fred, whom were not much better off than when he'd started - still groaning, but now upright and reluctantly folding, this brought an amused smile to his twins face until something piqued his curiosity. There were Muggle music coming from the bottom floor.

Y/n, being a half-blood, had introduced the Weasleys to some records from her home on her previous visit and must have put one on to listen to whilst she cleaned.

As he drew nearer the music grew louder and more recognisable. Her record of The Foundations was playing - a favourite of hers George had learned.

As he reached the bottom flight of stairs his eyes scanned the room - y/n had done an excellent job - unfortunately though the object he required were nowhere to be found. Turning to step off the landing George reddied to ask y/n if she were done using it, assuming she'd carried on her good work to the dining room, but he found himself halted by the sight before him.

Y/n were by the sink scrubbing this mornings dishes. But that's not what stopped him in his tracks. She were dancing and singing along to the record as she did so - quite passionately.

George leant against the nearby cabinet as he admired her while she 'performed', so obliviously happy wrapped up in her own little world. He watched the way her hips swayed in time with the beat, the slight bounce in her step as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. How her hair was flowing wildly with each silly head-bang and nod along. He could see the way her face lit up in joy by the faint reflection in the window. His favourite thing by far though was the way she used the scrubbing brush as a microphone as she sang along.

His smile grew as the next song began to play, which he knew she were very fond of, and her enthusiasm seemed to increase ten fold.

Her arms flailed about of their own accord as she danced, singing excitedly, "Why do you build me up, Buttercup, baby, just to let me down?"

It were moments like these George found himself falling for her harder - everytime. When she finally let her walls down and would let herself be truly happy and unashamedly expressive of her real - crazy - self. A side he wished she'd show more.

His relationship with y/n were complicated in a way. They've known each other for years. Grown up in the same small town and had been sorted into the same house at Hogwarts; so naturally she'd always been close with the Weasleys, especially the Twins, and over the years it became blatantly obvious to everyone, even y/n and George, that they'd developed feelings for each other.

They'd just never managed to act on them.

There'd been plenty of moments. Nights spent up late talking by the fire of the common room. Plenty of long walks by the Black Lake. Plenty of midnight snack runs to the kitchens and Butterbeers drank in Hogsmead. Plenty of moments, just never the right one.

A slight chuckle rolled from the back of Georges throat as he watched on and y/ns movements became more energetic and her voice began to carry more over the music

"...worst of all, you never call, baby. When you say you will. But I still-" y/n had spun in place only to be met with the realisation she were no longer alone and that her little concert had an on-looker.

George stood smugly, with arms folded as his tongue slowly came to wet his lips and a wide toothy smile graced his features.

Y/n was frozen like a deer in headlights. Her make shift microphone still held high. Her eyes left his as she drew a heavy breath but simply shrugged and carried on with her karaoke, only now it weren't a show for the dishes - she instead began to serenade George.

She smoothly tossed the scourer from one hand into the other, her dominant one now pointed dramatically at George as she sung,

"I need you! More than anyone, Darling." George raised his eyebrows in mock surprise as if to say 'oh, really?'

"You know I have from the start" her arm that'd been pointing at the redhead was then swiftly cast high into the air, her head falling back with it singing loudly "so, build me up!" George couldn't help the laugh that erupt from his chest at her theatrics watching as she put her hand over her heart, looking back to him with doey-love eyes, a slight shake to her head finishing the chorus' "don't break my heart" in a loving tone.

As the song continued y/n kept on with her awkward dance moves, beckoning for him to join her. He'd genuinely tried to resist - but he could never say no to her.

His hands found hers twisting in time with the music and twirling her just to hear the laugh it brought from her.

Y/n hadn't expected him to join her much less start singing himself but he did and she couldn't be happier.

"Baby, baby, try to find a little time and I'll make you happy" both were laughing loudly as their moves slowly became more comical. George was swaying her about the room, pushing her away in a twirl before pulling her back into his chest (all those lessons for the Yule ball really paying off right now) as he continued to sing y/n jokingly raised the brush for him to sing into as she had, which he did with as much energy and flare as he does anything.

"But I could be the boy you adore, if you'd just let me know...BA-DAH-DAH!" he yelled the last part particularly loud which nearly had y/n falling to her knees in laughter, but George had caught her.

Y/n snatched the 'microphone' back from him as the chorus came back round and sang sweetly to him once again;

"But I love you still. I need you, more than anyone, Darling. You know that I have since the start. So build me up, Buttercup. Baby, don't break my heart."

George didn't know what came over him. Maybe it were because of how unbelievably adorable she looked in this moment. The way hearing her say 'I love you' got his heart racing, beating harder than a drum. Or simply the build up of years of pointless pining for one another, when they both clearly wanted this - all that wasted time in which they could have been together. Whatever the reason; he knew there'd never be a more right moment than this.

Suddenly his hand was finding her waist and pulling her body tight against his while the other came to her cheek. His thumb delicately traced her bottom lip as his fingers slowly moved to caress and rest lovingly by the nape of her neck.

"I'd never" he'd whispered the words so tenderly, with eyes which seemed to hold more love than could be considered possible. Her body all but melted under his touch, eyes dancing frantically back and forth between his trying to anticipate his next move. But it was her word he was waiting for, he wasn't taking this any further unless he was sure she wanted it, and she did. Her gaze flicked briefly to his lips encouragingly.

Georges hand slowly glided across her soft skin, tracing the line of her jaw till reaching her chin, tilting her head up ever-so-slightly as they leaned towards one another. Their eyes fluttered close, lips only just meeting in a feather-light touch that had y/n inhaling shakily at the tingles which had erupted through her spine. Their lips were just about to connect-

A flash of green and loud crash from the fireplace sent them jumping from their skins. Lungs coughing copious amounts of soot which indicated the return of Mr and Mrs Weasley.

"My, the place looks marvellous" Molly beamed, admiring the dining and living areas. "Afternoon, Kids! Keeping busy then I hope?" Arthur greeted smilingly. "Yeah" George answered, "we're just finishing up the dishes." He grinned down to y/n who was determinately focusing on the two adults in attempt to control her nervousness. "Excellent, well don't let us mind you - we'll be out of your hair in a tick" his father spoke as both parents ascended the staircase fussing over the school supplies they'd purchased.

The teens turned their attention to the long since forgotten dishes in the sink. They worked in comfortable silence, y/n scrubbing as George dried. His eye was constantly being pulled to the girl beside him as he noticed how she were trying - and failing - to hide a smile. Playfully he bumped her hip with his own, which finally turned her attention to him once again. She was waiting for him to speak but he never did. Merely smirking down at her with a glance to her lips, a look that completely broke the girls composed facade as she focused back to the task at hand, biting her lip to suppress a giddy smile.

George did the same, but there were no hiding his own wide smile, not even if he wanted to.

[one-boring-person]

Only Traitors Consort With The Damned. (Part Eleven)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: gun violence, death, blood, injury

Context: Someone helps (Y/n) out of a sticky situation.

A/N: There is next to no interaction between the reader and the boys in this part, so I apologise, but at least we've got a new character. I hope you all enjoy this!😊💛

Masterlist

The gunshot rings clearly around the parking lot, the sound resonating in the walls, most likely carrying a long way. A cry of pain mingles with it, followed swiftly by a sharp intake of air that chokes off into a gargle as blood fills a wind pipe, a body falling to the floor.

My heart pounds in my ears, breathing coming heavily and unevenly as I open my eyes, my head snapping upright again, confusion rife in my mind. Instantly, I locate the body a few metres from us, blood spilling from a wound in the neck pooling around the limp figure, black-clad SRS Hunters gathering around them to see if there is any chance of revival. In this brief confusion, another gunshot tears the air, a body falling accordingly with a scream of pain, the others becoming more and more disorientated as they begin aiming their weapons around the area, aims unsure as they struggle to locate their targets. Elijah steps away from me to join them, handgun held up at eye level to improve his chances, though his grip is unsteady, clearly shaken.

Suddenly, the gun used to shoot the first two is switched into its automatic mode, bullets pelting the ground around us in a punishing efficiency, hitting more and more of the Hunters, screams soon filling the air as they collapse to their knees, the reek of blood starting to become horribly obvious in the air, the sound most likely drawing unwanted attention to the area. Panicked and confused, I can only watch as my former comrades are shot to pieces with a brutal accuracy, my eyes wide at the sight of them all writhing in agony, my face splattered with their blood, muscles frozen in place as I await the same fate, knowing that I can't move anyway, my knee completely shot out.

To the side, the vampires are forcing themselves to their feet, Dwayne and Paul helping Marko to his feet, shooting me one last look between them before they clear off, running for safety, as they should be. Vaguely, I clock that that will likely be the last time I see them, my mind too preoccupied with the sight of a huge figure emerging from a darkened alley, a smoking assault rifle held in one hand, a shotgun in the other, to care too much about that, terror flooding me.

Pushing myself forwards, I go to stand up, only to yelp in pain as my knee gives out, making me fall onto my face, my hands only just catching me, preventing me from cracking my already bruised head on the pavement, my eyes fixed on the rapidly approaching silhouette, my movements erratic and uncoordinated in my attempts to get away. Breathing heavily, I start to scramble upright, trying to pull myself back and away from the threat, my fingers becoming grazed and shredded from the rough surface beneath them, one of my hands reaching for a gun that has fallen nearby. Stretching out for it, I use all of the strength I can to drag myself closer to it, only to stop when I feel a pair of large hands on my waist flipping me over, grey eyes swiftly finding mine. At the sight of him, I let out a breath, finally taking in his appearance as I relax into his grip.

"Nico!" I gasp out in relief, smiling breathlessly up at the brunette werewolf towering over me.

"(Y/n)." He greets in response, grinning down at me in his usual, crooked way, the muscular man sitting back on his heels. In the harsh light from one streetlamp, his chiselled jaw and prominent brow are emphasised, his grey eyes bright and lively, bulging muscles flexing under his coat as he bends down and picks me up, cradling me bridal-style against his firm chest, the weapons slung over his shoulders as I wrap an arm around his neck. Standing back upright again, the German werewolf carries me away from the wreckage he has created, deftly kicking someone as they make a grab for their gun, sending them flying back from the sheer force of it.

"I didn't think you would actually come." I say to him as we walk, trying to fight off the pain in my body as he slips into the shadows of an alley.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He exclaims, pulling a face of mock offence, "When have I ever left you to fend for yourself?"

"That's not what I meant, Nico, and you know it. I meant that I'm surprised that you came to a town of vampires." I grin, slapping his chest playfully, still a little disorientated after the previous shootout.

"If you can trust them, then I can tolerate them." He shrugs, tightening his grip around me, "I couldn't just let you get killed, and from what I can see, my timing was perfect."

"You've always been one for theatrics." I roll my eyes mockingly.

"I have not! I just know how to make an entrance." He argues back, turning a corner to where a clearly stolen car is waiting, the windows smashed in and the paint scratched and dented.

"That you do." I muse, smiling up at him, glad that my old friend came to my aid.

Nico and I first met when I was on a hunt when I had just graduated into the SRS, a good few years ago now, when I was just sixteen. I was working as an apprentice of sorts, a Cadet as they called it, for one of the crueler sergeants that trained me, and we'd been sent to deal with a coven of necromancers who dealt in human sacrifice. Being the youngest, I wasn't allowed to do much, only wait outside the coven headquarters as the older Hunters went in to deal with the problem, leaving me defenceless and helpless, though I had no idea I was in danger until a knife lodged itself in my lower back, narrowly missing my spinal chord. A necromancer attacked me, nearly killing me until they were interrupted by the sudden onslaught of a snarling wolf the size of a large horse, it's amber eyes blazing in the night as it tore the necromancer to shreds. I remember looking away as their screams died out, only opening my eyes again when I felt a hand on my shoulder, at which point I came face-to-face with a hansome, tall, hugely muscular boy my own age, his grey eyes concerned for me as he offered me his help, knowing that I was injured. At first, I was sceptical, not quite trusting the boy towering over me, every instinct in my body telling me that a werewolf is not the kind of company to keep, but eventually I agreed, but only on the condition that he got dressed again, seeing as he was naked (a person's clothes are destroyed when they transform).

The next time I saw him, he was facing down with a pack of cryptids up on the Canadian border, the werewolf bleeding and injured as he tried to find a way out of the situation. As I was on my first solo hunt, I was able to help, shooting the cryptids as their backs were turned and offering him first aid back at my camp. Finding ourselves in good company with each other, we quickly became friends, often meeting up and helping each other out when necessary, pur friendship remaining a secret for both our sakes, knowing that a revelation of our knowledge of each other could be detrimental to either. As a lone wolf, he often states that he's targeted as an enemy, most werewolves choosing to remain in packs, but I've never met someone who can actually best him. I quickly learnt, however, that his choice of lifestyle was not one he chose: he was born a werewolf in South Germany, on the border between Bavaria and Austria, in the Alps, but was cast out at a young age due to his unnatural body structure and overwhelming strength. He was often on the run, and soon found his way to the west, where he has stayed ever since.

His friendship and trust is the reason I sent him a call for help in the first place.

"What're you thinking about?" The werewolf's voice cuts through my reverie, his eyes boring into me as he carefully starts manouvering me into the car.

"Oh, nothing." I respond, sitting back into my seat as I wait for him to climb into the drivers seat, feeling like I'm ready to pass out.

"You sure?" Nico teases, smirking as he awkwardly folds himself into the seat, starting the car and driving off, heading out of town.

"Very." I yawn, still smiling.

"I'd say you should get some sleep, but I'm not sure how good that will be for you, given that you have been shot." He worries, looking over at me as he pulls onto a deserted street.

"I could really use some, actually. I'm dead on my feet." I admit, stifling another yawn, "I might just risk it."

He hums, whether in disapproval or not is unclear, but says nothing, clearly thinking, for a few seconds.

"I guess I can probably get that sorted whilst you're asleep, but it might be difficult. You wanna risk that?" He offers, turning down another winding, darkened road.

"I think I'll take you up on the offer. Are we leaving town?"

"Yeah, it's for the best."

"Can we stop somewhere first? I need to collect my things."

"Sure, where?"

I look over at him, struggling to keep my eyes open.

"You know where Hudson's Bluff is, overlooking the point?"

Part Twelve

[rebsrams]

A case of you (Ethan x F!MC)  part II

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey and MC (Dr. Rebecca Valentine)

Warnings: none. Just utterly romantic fluff.

Summary: part II of my fic A case of you. Find part I here.

Word count: 1,377   

@openheartfanfics​

"On the back of a cartoon coaster

In the blue TV screen light

I drew a map of Canada

Oh, Canada

With your face sketched on it twice"

Then he saw her.

Just standing there, in the gloomy blue reflection of the tv placed on a shelf above her head.

She was swiping her finger delicately on the rim of the glass, a few coppery curls partially blocking her view.

He noticed than she had a map of some place he didn't recognize from that distance, with something sketched upon it, a few lines which from where he was standing didn't make any sense. 

"Rookie."

He called for her, breathless from the run and completely stunned by her natural beauty. 

But most of all, he was thankful to see her there, still waiting for him.

She looked up, her eyes glimmering with surprise and pure joy.

She hadn't heard him call her like that in a really long time, and suddenly they both someway felt brought like a rush to the start of it all.

That first day at the hospital, the first nights they gazed at each other through glasses of scotch on the rocks with the chattering of her friends in the background.

The coffees they secretly shared, because he couldn't stand that anyone else knew the existence of his precious and miracolous coffee machine.

That night spent together next to baby Ethan, while Ethan senior was still grieving for the loss of his mother.

That was the night he knew that anything was the same anymore. 

That he couldn't live peacefully without her.

 And he wouldn't. 

She immediately stood up, her lower lip already trembling for the excitement. "Dr. Ramsey." she managed to say, voice shaking and weak in the knees. 

She dreamed so much about this moment. 

She knew he was gonna tell her something that was going to change her life, for better of for worse. 

They finally met in front of the table, merely a couple of inches between them. He just gazed into her eyes, afraid that by saying anything he would have ruined the incredible moment they were living.

 A moment of awareness.

 "Listen, Ethan, you don't really have to say anything at all, I-I'm incredibily sorry for what..."

"I love you." 

The sentence cut into her clumsy speech like a shard of glass, sudden and sure. Eyes wide and gaping, a thin "what?" was everything she could actually manage to say in return. 

He quickly took her by the shoulders, as if to shake some sense into her, and repeated, even more sure than before: "I love you, Rebecca. Your clumsiness, and your incredible kindness, and altruism, your impatience and the little wrinkle on your forehead that it causes you when you have to wait for an important result. I love that you always take the same time to come to my office after I paged you, always a little breathless because you ran up the stairs to be quicker. I love your freshness, and the incredible irony you have, worthy of your stunning mind. I love the fire that you hold inside, igniting you from the bone, even when it's directed towards me." at that point,she let out a small chuckle, beginning to sniff loudly. 

"I love that you're so emotional" he continued, wiping her tears with his thumb "that you cried all night after that one of your long time patients left the hospital for good because you could heal him. I love you, Rebecca. And I don't want to hide anymore." 

Now, he was cupping her cheeks with both of his big and warm hands. 

"Are you going to make my heart stop?" she said, nearly choking with her tears. "Couldn't you just... I don't know, deliver the news in small doses?" 

Now was his turn to chuckle, a giggle which turned into a deeply laugh that filled his chest. 

"What was that saying of yours... Go big or go home, right?"

Just like he imagined, she threw her arms around his neck and began to pepper his face with kisses, until their mouths finally encountered in what seemed the seal to a silent pact. 

No more lies. No more running.

They stood there, in each other's arms, foreheads touching and inebriated grins on their faces for what seemed an eternity.

Eventually, they sat to share a drink together, cherishing the moment a little more.

"What is it that you have there?"

He pointed to the map she was sketching upon, catching her cheeks turning red.

"Oh, just a little... Nothing, really"

He could easily smell the lie, picking the map of what looked like...

"Canada? And... Is it my face that you were drawing?"

"It's a long story."

"I have plenty of time. Plus, I'm not going anywhere." he said, kissing the back of her hand.

She let out a long sigh.

"Well, long story short... I was offered a job at the Toronto General hospital, a few days ago. I must admit that I really thought about moving my residency there, escaping from my problems and starting a new life. I even bought this map yesterday, hoping it would have gave me the courage to finally face the decision.Then... I found myself sketching your face on it, twice, and hoping that you wouldn't forget me once I got away. That you could forgive me, if I went there. Now I'm so ashamed... I just want to dig deep and hide!"

She let go of his hand and dug both hands in the mess of her curls, a dismayed expression on her face.

"Rebs, sweetheart. I should be the one ashamed, here. You have to forgive me. For the way I treated you, for backing away when you needed me the most, for being so fucking scared of making you suffer just by being by your side that I hurt you anyway. That is a thing I could never forgive myself for, but you have to. I couldn't live otherwise."

He tilted her chin up to make her face him, giving her a quick nod.

"Let me take you home." he said almost in a whisper.

Now was her turn to nod, a brief smile hanging loose on her lips.

"You're in my blood like holy wine

You taste so bitter and so sweet, ohI could drink a case of you

Still I'd be on my feet

Oh, I would still be on my feet"

Three years later, Dr. Ethan Ramsey was sitting on the couch of his apartment, her wife's head in the slope of his neck while he gently caressed her belly, swollen by six months of pregnancy.

"Judy, dear, I already told you that you'll have to wait a little longer before meeting us. We're quite impatient too, your mommy especially, but that is no reason to kick the hell out of her." Ethan whispered softly to her womb.

"Ethan! That's not quite the way to talk to a baby, you know."

While playfully reproaching him, she shuffled his hair in a way that made his heart melt like the first time she laid her hands on him.

"Maybe we should blame it on the alcohol. I think that three glasses of that pinot noir i drank with Naveen this evening had me quite dizzy. I still can't imagine how a man of his age who once was on the verge of death and ready to let everything go could take the alcohol that way."

"Maybe it's my presence that makes you so dizzy, uh? I saw you enter that door quite decently just half an hour ago." she mocked him, remembering him stumble through the doorstep.

"Trust me, my dear, you're the only thing that's keeping me on my feet and going. You, and this funny little thing in here" 

He kissed her belly affectionately, unspoken prayers carried with the simplicity of that gesture. 

"Have I ever told you that I love you, Doctor Ethan Jonah Ramsey?" she replied, giving him a peck on the lips.

Something about his full name said by her wife's full lips filled him with pride and a touch of lust that he could never resist, no matter how hard he tried.

"Quite a few times, I guess."

With a swift movement, despite her several months of pregnancy and his actual dizziness, he lift her up and brought her to their bedroom, ready to cherish her once more as he always did since that night of three years before. 

Aaaand here we go! Hope you liked the second part.

I had a lot of fun writing this.

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Hell me about your OCs, please. I'd love to hear about them!

Hi, Anon! I’m not really sure what to tell, so I’ll just give you a basic rundown for each of them! (But uh... since my basic rundown is a lot because i don’t know how not to word-vomit about my OCs I’ll make it a read more thing 😅)

The main OCs I have for my Twilight story are the Dagwood siblings: Amethyst, Chris, Dale, and Cypress. They’re from a long family of magic-users, aka witches! 😁

Minor Backstory:

They’re originally from Maine but they’ve lived all over the US mainland and tend to move every three to six months. This is usually due to one of them (*cough* Amethyst) “slipping up” and revealing their magical nature to Normal People (”Norms”) or catching the attention of other witches — which they DO NOT want. 

Their mother often ventures off without them as she tends to work directly with other magic users and/or Norms dealing with supernatural problems and doesn’t want to endanger her kids — particularly Amethyst. Their father is out of the picture, but whether he’s dead or just abandoned them is heavily debated in the family.

The Siblings:

~Cypress is the oldest, having just turned 20, and is the family’s main source of income and Resident Adult when Mom’s away — he makes sure the rent is paid, decides if someone gets to borrow the car, signs permission slips, etc. Even though he’s oldest and technically in charge, he tends to defer all the bigger decisions to Amethyst and/or support her ideas because she’s the family’s official temporary Head. He used to go to college but had to give it up in lieu of taking care of his siblings. 

He’s a fairly quiet person who prefers staying in the background. He enjoys building things and usually finds work as a mechanic, but his real passion is in the arts — namely painting and sculpting.

He has a magical Talent where, if he touches an object with his hand, he can see the memories attached to it. Strong emotions cling to objects more readily than every-day events though, which can be incredibly overwhelming. 

Cypress doesn’t like being a witch and really only practices enough magic to keep his Talent from interfering with his everyday life. Other than that, he prefers to live and act like a Norm as much as he can.

~Dale is a senior in high school and is an outstandingly fun, hilarious character. He’s quite vain with his appearance, is an extreme flirt, and loves being adored/the center of attention — especially with girls. However, he’s also a very caring and loving person and will not hesitate to fight in defense of others. He thinks he’s the knight in shining armor, but I think it’s his genuine, over-the-top nature that makes people irl love him.

He has a Talent in crafting and creating; which means whatever he’s working with, his magic draws out the best qualities. This makes him phenomenal with potions, spell pouches, and charms — which helps with the glamors he makes to improve his looks. But this Talent also comes out with Normal activities too, like cooking, baking, and even making paper-airplanes.

He and Amethyst also have a psychic link that resulted from a spell gone wrong in their childhood. They generally can’t “hear” each other's thoughts, but they have an innate awareness of the other’s wants/feelings/etc. The closer they are to each other, the stronger the link; if they get too close while their guard’s down, they tend to start “echoing” each other – saying the same thing at the same time –, “synchronizing” – doing the same movements at the same time –, and/or mix up whose consciousness is whose. If they aren’t careful, they could get stuck like this again.

~Amethyst is the eldest daughter and my fic’s main character. She’s the family’s Head Witch while their mother’s away, meaning she makes all the final decisions regarding magic though she can be (and has been) out-voted by her siblings. Amethyst takes this role quite seriously but does tend to abuse it from time to time, too.

She’s very good with numbers and keeps constant tabs on the number of days until her 18th birthday. Nothing special happens then, but witches like her – called Essences – rarely make it to adulthood, so she hopes to make it that long in order to spite everyone who told her parents they were foolish to try keeping her alive.

Essences are sort of “made of magic” and their human bodies have a hard time keeping their power contained; which is why it’s so easy for her to “slip up” compared to her siblings and most other witches. This volatility could also kill her if she isn’t careful. Additionally, because Essences are basically “magic incarnate” they are highly coveted by other magic users — sometimes in a “please you’re the only one who can help me” kind of way, and sometimes in a “I’m going to use your blood and bones to gain godlike power” kind of way.

Am often anguishes over this and the guilt of her existence always screwing her family over, which creates a depressive, fatalistic mindset that Dale frequently worries over. Despite this, however, she does find joy in her life through music and theater (and musical theater!). She’s a talented actress and good liar but has a few blatant tells that her siblings can pick out instantly.

Amethyst has a Talent for storms and electricity but it often works against her due to the instability of her magic.

~Chris (aka Chrysanthemum) is the family hothead. She’s only 14 but uses her anger and attitude to seem older. She cares viciously about her family and will do anything to keep them safe, but she’s also extremely bitter about the life she’s been forced to live because of Am. 

She swears constantly and tends to lash out against Amethyst and Dale by punching or hitting them. This tends to be quite painful as she is inarguably the strongest of the four – almost inhumanly so – despite her small size. 

She, ironically, has a Talent in healing magic, but this is overshadowed by her curse gift of Sight. She naturally Sees other realms, magical energies, and supernatural entities like ghosts, demons, and the fae. Other witches have to work quite hard to “turn on” the Sight, but Chris can’t “turn it off” at all and so has to endure these sights constantly. Additionally, because of this, her eyes always give off a subtle glow. Most Norms don’t notice however because her eyes are already a bright blue and she often hides behind her hair.

She takes being a witch very seriously and has little patience for commercialized Norm holidays that have “taken over” witchy holidays (e.g. Halloween & Samhain; Christmas & Yule). Outside of her siblings and magical life, she’s painfully shy and typically doesn’t like having a lot of attention. She’s a bookworm, takes honors classes whenever possible, and rarely makes more than one or two friends per school to “keep things simple”.

uuhhh so yeah. Thems my babies 😅 As you can tell, I will gladly talk about them all day and night haha💕💕

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SUPERCORP FANFIC

When Alex received a message from Kara which told her to "Come quick!! Emergency!!", she was ready for everything but this.

She had kicked down the door to Kara's appartement, two agents trailing behind her. All three of them had their weapons raised and were ready to shoot what- or whoever was causing trouble.

However they didn't encounter any villain, any attacker, any threat. They just came face to face with Kara who stared at them, wide eyed and with a dropped jaw. She stood in a mess of clothes scattered across the floor and was currently holding up one shirt to her body.

Which had been when the door suddenly broke down and she was startled into a shocked trance, gaping at the three guns pointed at her.

Those were now slowly lowered but still at the ready, just in case.

Alex's eyes shifted around hastily as she frowned. "Where's the attacker?"

"What attacker?", Kara asked, confused.

"Well, someone or something must have attacked you! You said it's an emergency!"

Kara blushed a deep shade of red. "Oh. That. Yeah, about that-"

Alex looked from her sister down to the pile of clothes and back to her sister. Her face hardened and she squinted her eyes. "Please don't tell me that the emergency is not knowing what to wear to your date with Lena this evening."

Kara just smiled sheepishly. Alex groaned. "Kara!"

"I'm sorry!", she exclaimed, high-pitched. "But this is a fashion disaster! I have literally nothing to wear!"

"She says as she's standing in almost the entire content of her closet.", Alex commented as she rolled her eyes. She shook her head and with a hand movement, she ordered the two DEO agents to leave.

She tested whether the door would still be able to close properly after having been kicked open and when she found that it did, with some slight difficulties, she closed it and turned back around.

"I swear to god, Kara, don't ever do this to me again.", Alex said, walking over to her and poking her sister in the side with her index finger, making Kara shriek and step a few steps back.

Then Alex crouched down to the pile of clothes on the floor. "Now, let's see what you have here."

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When Lena heard the knock on the door, she was sure it would be Nia and Kelly. She had texted them with the help of her phone's new software and asked them if they were willing to help her get ready for her date with Kara.

She had been a little embarrassed by the request and it wasn't like she didn't know how to do it herself, even with her loss of eyesight. But she wanted to look the absolute best for Kara. She wanted to make sure that everything fit perfectly with each other. And since matching colors wasn't exactly something that belonged to her abilities anymore, she'd need to depend on the help.

However when she opened the door, she wasn't greeted with the voices of Nia and Kelly. Instead she heard her brother's voice. "Well, hello there. I'd say it's nice to see you again but I guess that would be a little insensitive."

Lena clenched her jaw. All she wanted to do was slam the door right back into his face but she felt like she was frozen on the spot. Then she felt something brush against her, indicating that he had invited himself in. She groaned, closing the door and turning around into the rough direction where she assumed him to be.

'What do you want, Lex?"

"Would you believe me if I said I just wanted to pay you a visit?"

"No, not really.", she said, crossing her arms.

"Eh, it was worth the shot."

"Just get to it. Are you here to tell me you've discovered something to magically fix my eyesight? Oh, and the condition is that I help you kill Kara?"

"Sorry to disappoint but no. I've read your medical report. The damage is irreparable.", Lex said, almost nonchalantly as if he was discussing the weather. "And considering the most recent news, you wouldn't be willing to hurt Kara Danvers anyway. I must say your taste in love interests is rather disappointing."

How ever Lex had been able to figure that out. There hadn't been any stories or reports on her love life since her latest public statement where she denied dating Kara. Their kiss had only been two days ago and she hadn't been outside with her yet, so how he got the information that they were now indeed dating was a mystery.

"Well, I live to disappoint.", Lena said sarcastically but with a hint of bitterness. "Why are you here, Lex?"

"I'm here to offer you a job. At the DEO."

Lena hadn't expected that one. She raised an eyebrow. "And why the hell would I want that?"

"Oh, please. We both know you're not one to sit and lounge around. You want to do things. You want to constantly improve yourself. And you obviously can't do that at L-Corp now anymore. It's probably going to take years until it's back to the way it once was.", Lex exclaimed. "You may not be able to see but your brain is still perfectly intact, isn't it? And it's a smart one, too. You could be useful at the DEO, in the scientific field."

"You'd let a blind person into the DEO laboratories?"

"I'm certain that you are perfectly capable of working and not blowing anything up. Do you have the same faith in yourself?", Lex stated.

Lena frowned, confused by his words, not able to interpret whether he was truthful or not.

"The offer stands and doesn't expire. Just consider it.", Lex said and footsteps told Lena that he was walking towards her, towards the direction of the door.

That was it? He went out of his way to visit her and that was all he needed to say?

She felt him halting next to her as his shoulder brushed her's. There was silence between them for a while, then he quietly spoke again.

"You may not believe me but I really am sorry for what happened, Lena. For not being there."

Then he left and Lena swallowed. Her heart pounded quickly inside her chest. She was doubtful. She didn't want to, couldn't, believe that he was truthful, though his voice sounded sincere to her. But he was a good actor, he could easily be faking it and be following an ulterior motive.

She didn't have much more time to think about it though since just a few minutes later, there was another knock on the door and this time she was greeted by Nia and Kelly who were very excited to be helping her get ready for her date in a few hours which she had almost forgotten because of the emotional turmoil, Lex put her through.

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When 7 p.m. rolled around, Kara nervously knocked. She was really going on a date. On a date with Lena, the woman of her dreams, her best friend and crush of several years - her girlfriend.

She still couldn't really wrap her head around it. She felt so incredibly lucky.

Kelly opened the door with a bright smile. "Hey, Kara. Lena's coming right up. Nia's just making some last adjustments on the make-up. She said it's absolutely necessary."

Kara smiled and nodded.

Then Lena finally stepped into the room, Nia's hand was placed on her arm as the younger woman guided her to where Kara was standing. Kara forgot how to breathe for a few seconds upon seeing Lena.

"Hi.", she brought out when Lena came to a halt in front of her.

"Hi.", Lena smiled.

She was wearing a dark blue suit, her hair was beautifully made. Her eyes were hidden behind a dark pair of sunglasses.

Kara was also wearing blue - a blue dress. Kelly and Alex had talked on the phone about their clothes so they could make sure they matched colorwise.

"Oh Rao.", Kara swallowed, unconsciouly adding in a whisper: "Zrhueiao."

Lena tilted her head in curiosity. "That's kryptonian, isn't it? What does that mean?"

"Oh, I- uhm. It means "beautiful". You look beautiful.", Kara stated. Then her eyes widened. "Not that you don't usually look beautiful. You're always so beautiful. It's just that- Oh Rao."

Lena chuckled at Kara's rambling. Though she had to admit to herself that hearing Kara speak kryptonian was really hot.

"Thank you.", she said quietly. "I- I'm sure you look great too."

Kara chewed on her lip, then shook her head and swallowed before asking: "Should we go?"

Lena nodded, raising her arm so that Kara could link in and guide her outside.

Kelly and Nia now made their way to the door too after having the watched the two with big smiles.

While passing them and throwing them a quick goodbye, there was a whispered "They're so adorable together" to be heard from Nia, making Kara and Lena blush.

When they were gone, the two of them left too - both incredibly excited.

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Pushing Luke and the irrational jealousy he felt about the other man to the back of his mind, Percy just continued to walk with Annabeth; smiling when she laughed.  It still amazed him how the simplest movement or sound from her was enough to distract him, or derail his train of thought entirely, Annabeth in her entirety still so fascinating to the demigod.  To say he adored her was putting it lightly, and Percy didn’t even mind how blatantly obvious it was.  

Squeezing her hand lightly, he responded softly.  “We don’t always have to deal with the trauma alone.  We’ve got each other.”  Percy knew there were still things they’d likely try to deal with on their own, even if they didn’t need to.  His sleeping habits would likely improve with her around at least, nothing able to calm his nights like having her near.  “I suppose we can’t just let the world burn for our own happiness.  Or, we could just live in the ocean.  I’m getting pretty good at making sand castles for us to live in.”  He smirked a little, definitely just teasing the woman before responding again.  “I couldn’t ever forget you.  No matter what.  You’re the other half of me after all.”

Annabeth may have been prideful and stubborn to an extent that often involved more arguments, but she was thankful for the fact that they were able to somewhat agree on the Luke situation and push on towards focusing on heading over to the nearby food place. A lazy smile stretched upon her lips as she momentarily looks up at him with a look that was often only shown to the people that meant the most to her. 

Nodding her head, she sighs softly in relaxation. "I know that we do, which you also know I'm more than happy about, I do feel bad for the one's that don't have someone, but that's also the strange silver lining about being a demigod..you face hard things that they can understand to an extent." Annabeth replies as she squeezes his hand, even with him here, she knew she won't want to wake him if she had any nightmares, but they won't be as bad as before. "I couldn't sleep most night's here, I either stupidly drank too much caffeine, or focused on my architectural projects to keep me awake and when I did sleep, it came from random crashing from caffeine high's so you actually being next to me will help so much, we both need each other, sometimes in more ways than one and that's alright." She laughs again at his suggestions, playfully pushing him. "Alright, say we live in the ocean, how long do you think you'll be able to hold an air bubble for me? Sand castle home would be nice, I'd have to approve of the architecture of course." She teases with a smirk. "You're my something permanent, Percy." Annabeth muses with a grin.

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6 card Week Spread, to predict your future fir the week ahead, this is a wonderful tool to use to plan your week around these pointers and also to just remember the times that a certain something is going to occur, so you can dodge it or embrace it depending on the event or situation!

Horseshoe Spread - will depict the themes of a signifior and their motives and how their belief systems affect their future at least help to shape the outcome

What Should I Do ? Spread. 3 cards. Tells exactly the situation you are dealing with in the top card then the two on the bottom are your What Not To Do and What to Do cards in the spread, the actual best best for making tough decisions or if your in a position and you just feel like you're really stuck at the moment this spread will absolutely clarify the issue and give you peace of mind n knowing that you have finally got the correct answer now all you have to do is apply your advice you ever been given right? Not so bad after all, see.

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Houses of Astrology Spread, tells you some insight into some different areas of your life using the 12 houses of astrology. This is one of my faves!

Then I have a few other love and relationship spreads of which, one is for a Broken Heart, one for the Compatibility of a Couple, General Relationships Spread, Readiness for Love, and the Torn Between Lovers Spread, alot more but I'd have to talk about the issue with you first to a session whether they're what you need, so hit me up for love advice and just look into the future of love

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[carisi-dreams]

do you want to hear how she broke it to nick? how they both were while she was gone? lemme know! Didn't send the original ask but I'd love to have both of these addressed when you get the chance! 😘

+ anon requested: Hey! Do you think you can tell us how Reader broke it to Nick that she was leaving? I know that he was a bit angry at Sonny

takes place a few days after this and the day before this. I didn’t get to the ‘how they both were while she was gone’ bit, because this grew (as my writing tends to do...) if you’re still interested, just let me know!

You finished zipping your bag and then took a step back. Both of your travel bags were now stuffed with everything you thought you’d need over the next several weeks. It was hard to know how long you’d be gone, but you figured it was better to over pack than wish you had included something. Before you could doubt yourself again, you took your larger suitcase by the handle and wheeled it out towards the hall and by the front door. You doubled back to grab your duffel bag and stacked it on top of your suitcase and took a step back again.

Were you really about to do this? Maybe things would improve. Maybe you guys needed time together, just the two of you, rather than apart like Sonny’s fiancée had first assumed. Maybe you were overreacting. You thought back to that a day in the kitchen, the look that had been in Nick’s eyes and the angry, red flush of his skin. Maybe you were doing exactly the right thing.

You turned and looked around the empty house. The prospects that Nick had left with you were outside, one sitting by the front door and the other making rounds around the property. It was supposed to succeed in making you feel safe, but all it had done was created this itch under your skin that you couldn’t quite soothe. You felt like you would never truly feel safe again, no matter how many expensive alarms and locks Nick attached to his house.

The excessive showering that you had adopted right after the incident had now given way to a feeling as if you couldn’t quite catch your breath. Even now, you caught yourself breathing shallowly and you forced your lungs to inhale deeply. You crossed the living room and wound around the chairs and coffee table to sink heavily in the couch. The only thing to do now was wait. Your phone was heavy in your pocket, but you avoided taking it out. You had no desire to scroll through social media and there was nothing you could text Nick in a form of a heads up that wouldn’t just make this worse. All you could do was wait.

Barely any time had passed, just enough for you to mentally trace the route between the house and Veronica’s apartment a dozen times, when you heard footsteps on the porch. Your body tensed in anticipation, although the loud, familiar roar of a bike had given away his presence. A rumble of exchanged words, too low for you to make out, before a key was being fitted in the door and it was pushing open. Nick closed it behind him immediately and slid the deadbolt on. You felt a pang for the remembrance of the way this house used to always have people hanging out during certain hours of the day. It wasn’t just the president’s house, it was a family, and the door open policy had been nearly literal. Now it was rare to see anyone else other than an increasingly tense Nick slipped between the door and the frame before it was locked back up again. Like a tomb.

Nick’s eyes flickered over to you and his immediate smile made your stomach flip uncomfortably. It cooled into the tense expression you had gotten used to, but it was those fleeting moments of seeing the old Nick—the real Nick—that made this even more difficult.

“Reina.”

It was a greeting you hadn’t heard in awhile. Despite what you were getting ready to do, a corner of your mouth lifted up.

“What are you doing out here?”

His eyes flicked around the room after landing on the television that wasn’t on. He seemed to not even notice the bags by the door and you got to your feet in a measured movement. You dragged your palms against the side of you jeans before twisting your fingers together in front of you.

“I love you.”

You winced as soon as the words were out of your mouth. Nothing to make him even more on edge than a sudden declaration. You couldn’t take the words back, so you pressed on. He stood stock still and it was the frozen look on his face that you watched carefully.

“I’m…You—we—we both need to continue to heal,” you tried again after a purposed lungful of air. “Words…cannot really do any justice to what we’ve both through. This is a tough time for us both.” You paused and scratched at the itch at the back of your neck. “I think, in order for us to both fully heal…I should go.”

You licked your lips and watched Nick for a reaction. He stared at you blankly before finally setting his keys on the hook by the door behind him. By the way his back stiffened, you knew he had seen your bags finally. You watched him bring up a hand to run along one temple before he turned back to you.

“Leave,” he repeated back to you. His jaw was no longer slack and the skin around his eyes was tightening.

“Not forever,” you hurried to say. I hope, you added only to yourself. “Just…long enough for us to both—”

“Heal,” he finished in a tight voice.

You swallowed hard and nodded. “I’m going to stay with Veronica for a little while. I don’t  know how long.” You shrugged helplessly. “But I think it’s for the best.” Nick straightened and looked like he was gearing up for an argument, so you crossed the room to cut him off. “I can’t marry someone I’m afraid of,” you said in a quiet voice. You looked up at him from your closer vantage point. “And I really want to marry you.”

His hand dropped from his temple to hang loosely by his side. He looked as if you had sucker punched him and he rocked back on his feet to take a step away from you. Part of you wanted to take the words back, but the bigger and wiser part of you knew they needed to be said. More than that, Nick needed to hear them.

“I’m—”

“I know,” you replied. He didn’t need to finish his sentence.

“You can…send a prospect with me if you want. I can check in daily to let you know I’m okay…” you trailed off and bit at the corner of your mouth before pulling it tight and looking to the side for a moment. “I can’t stay here right now. I feel like I’m suffocating and walking on eggshells and…I need to heal, okay? I need to deal with all of this shit,” you made an all encompassing gesture with your hand. “So that this,” this time a gesture between the two of you, “can be strong enough to weather whatever is next.”

Nick’s eyes were big, but dry, and he shook his head wearily before turning on his heel and heading towards the back of the house.

[uwa-so-frisk]

Hi! I'd like to request a oneshot where Frisk and Mettaton have a hangout, either right before the True Pacifist Ending(no genocide) or after the ending. Mettaton never really got a hangout or a chance to show his softer side towards Frisk during the game like Papyrus, Undyne, and Alphys did, and I'd love to see one. And maybe Frisk could be nervous around or slightly scared of Mettaton at first, but warm up to him once he shows his softer side. Thanks for letting me submit a request!

CEOs Should Wear Tu-Tus

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Mettaton is so busy getting ready to open his first hotel on the Surface after the barrier falls he almost forgets to feel guilty for trying to kill Frisk that one time…almost. If he’s honest, it bothers him very much. But he needs to do this, and that, and check on Alphys who’s building a body for Napstablook and…oh, who’s that in the lab?

Sharp heels on tile floor echoed against the walls, followed by dull footsteps at a faster tempo. Mettaton walked through the near empty hallways in his Underground resort wearing his humanoid form with one of his assistants close on his bright pink heels. Several weeks of preparations to move larger items to the surface with a new elevator were all ready to go. The extra doors in the lobby stood where Glamburgers and Face Steaks used to be sold but the relocation of the cafe was more than worth it.

“Over here, darlings,” he said as he approached the group by the shiny new doors. “We’re almost done here. Soon the carpenters and electricians will go upstairs and start to disassemble some of the rooms for remodeling. We need more human friendly rooms if we want this to ever become the true gateway between the surface and Underground, which of course, with all of your efforts, I don’t doubt it will be.”

Four bunny monsters clapped enthusiastically, making Mettaton preen under their attention. He didn’t think that would ever get old.

“I’ll go meet them to make sure we go over the blueprints one more time. Ping us if you need anything, Mettaton!”

The monster who spoke, the one with yellow fur and a bright green nose, gestured to her teammates and all seven bunnies disappeared down the hallway he and his assistant came from. A handful of people remained looking for direction. Mettaton smiled like he practiced in the mirror every morning and brought the monster behind him to the front. His cat-like ears looked much bigger without the MTT-Brand Burger Emporium’s hat sitting between them.

“Alright so, uh, Mettaton here put me in charge of this group headed to the surface on this elevator for the first time. So we’re all gonna just make the most of this ride, right?”

With a genial pat on the shoulder, Mettaton left his assistant in charge of the remaining monsters and headed for his personal transporter that would take him through Hotland to Alphys’s lab. He needed to recharge the batteries on this body. On the walk to meet the Lavaperson clinging to the ledge near the entrance, he wondered if the royal scientist had had a chance to work on improvements for this body while building the other in her workshop.

The ride from the top of the volcanic crag to the bottom was short and convenient. Mettaton was one of few monsters that ever interacted with the Lavaperson, cousin to the Riverpeople as far as anyone knew, so he was subject to more than one comment during the trip down. While his body, comprised of magic and metal, could withstand extreme temperatures by design, holding onto lava rocks on the way down a volcanic waterfall between the Resort and Lab was not a feat he’d attempted. Yet.

“Oh, Alphys!”

A metallic crash made Mettaton wince as he walked into the Lab. When he rounded a corner he saw the good doctor picking up tools from the floor where her tray had fallen. A bright blue, silver and black metallic body lay out on a table next to her which made his Soul swell for a moment - Blooky’s body! - before he rushed over. He held the tray for her as she inspected each delicate instrument for any accidental damage. Flamboyant as he was, he still tried not to frighten Alphys, but it was unfortunately so simple to do. Once done, he stood and placed it where Alphys pointed, then looked over to the other side of the room when something moved out of the corner of his optic tracking modules.

Dark hair and dark eyes rounded the corner behind one of the exam benches in the room. Brightly lit, this lab was much more clinical than the True Lab beneath their feet, so it made Frisk’s dirty complexion stand out.

“Darling, are you alright?”

Before the child answered, Mettaton felt Alphys’s hand on his arm. “They came here after tripping in H-hotland. I was c-closest and they were hurt and I j-just, uh, I don’t have any-”

Mettaton put one of his hands over Alphys’s and smiled softly, genuinely, which made her stammering stop before it became a rushed stuttered monologue. “Quite alright. I can help if Frisk would like me to?”

Frisk, still partially hiding behind the table that held Napstablook’s robot shell, stepped out a bit and stood at their full height when addressed. They cocked their head to the side for a moment, considering the robot quietly with the same expression Mettaton remembered from their first few encounters. The only way he could think to describe it was determined. The child nodded and walked up towards them, stopping before they got close enough for Mettaton to reach out and touch, but the reduced distance felt like an improvement. He hadn’t interacted with the child one on one since he’d, well, tried to kill them, for which he was ashamed now. A small sigh came from Alphys behind Mettaton, relaxing some of the tension he hadn’t realized he’d been holding since spotting the human that had broken the Barrier months ago.

Standing much closer, the extent of the damage to the child’s clothes was painfully obvious. No blood, thankfully, Alphys likely attended to that messy part. “Darling, come with me, we need to get you into something more comfortable.”

Mettaton turned towards the room at the end of the lab where he kept some of his belongings even after moving into the Resort full-time. The light tapping of small feet behind him made him smile.

“I can fix your clothes in a snap, darling, though I’m sure you’d find something you like here!” Arms throwing a pair of double doors wide, Mettaton invited Frisk into the suite he used to occupy before the fall of the Barrier. Modest considering the monster who lived there it still boasted a closet that spanned the length of one entire wall, the bathroom repurposed to expand it even further.

Frisk stopped to stare at the entrance to the enormous closet, eyes reflecting the multitude of lights, their mouth formed in a little “oh” of amazement. It takes all of a few seconds before they’re broken out of their reverie and are sprinting from one rack to the next, reaching up to touch a shirt here or a pair of shoes there. Strictly, Mettaton did not need the shoes, but he couldn’t bear to not purchase an entire matching set. He had to have the best!

A twitch of a finger started playing music from the stereo in the corner, soft and poppy and just enough to provide some atmosphere. This human child was deaf, or so he’d been told, but Frisk never had a problem hearing the music in the Underground as evidenced by the little tapping of their feet as they paused in front of a barrage of sparkling skirts. Madonna could get anyone moving.

“Point to what you’d like to try and we’ll get you changed. Blooky will be by soon to take a look at what Alphys is building for him, I hope, and we should get you dressed for the occasion.

Party? Frisk signed, arms moving broadly.

Mettaton chuckled, smiling indulgently down at this tiny creature that easily slipped into the hearts of every monster they met. He forms his hands in a mimicry of Frisk and repeats the sign, but much smaller. His hard drive was chock-full of every language known to man and monster so understanding and speaking to Frisk was no task. He used sign as he answered, “Napstablook doesn’t enjoy the limelight like you or I, darling.”

Frisk nodded to show they understood, and points empirically up at the display of frilly clothes. I still want to give Blooky a little party.

“Yes, let’s!”

With the precision of a mechanical monster robot who made all of his own performance outfits, Mettaton took what Frisk chose from his closet and created a dapper little outfit in the perfect size. Frisk watched each movement with eyes as wide as saucers and giggle fits every time the monster had to pull this, that, or the other over a ticklish part of their body. The mechanics of the human body elude and fascinate him.

Dressed, cleaned up, and dimples on display, Frisk preened in front of the full set of mirrors to admire Mettaton’s handiwork. Their hair had protested at most attempts to comb it into a semblance of a style but he was hardly deterred, the results worth every moment of careful primping. He was almost prouder of the results than Frisk. Turning this way and that they made sure to catch every angle of the outfit that they could. A pinstripe vest with dark red button up on top, a pair of trim black slacks stopping artfully on their shiny shoes, all offset with a cluster of tulle in the middle. The entire look makes Mettaton think more CEOs should wear custom made tu-tus, but it could just be Frisk making it look this good.

Without warning, the human rushed off the pedestal to hug as far around as they could of his legs. Mettaton felt a pink magical blush cover his cheek chitin before leaning over to scoop the child up into his arms.

“You’re very welcome, darling, I’m glad you like it,” he said, tone soft and sincere. “Now, let’s go meet Alphys in the lab and see if Blooky is here yet!”

Frisk agreed and points with their finger again towards the direction of the lab. The way they act melts his metaphorical heart, since they’re no longer flinching at the sight of him even after what he attempted to do, even demanding to be carried back across the lab so Frisk could use both hands to tell him a story. To receive the full attention of Frisk is to be drawn into their charm, which Mettaton happily does.

Whether Napstablook is ready to make the move into a new body today or not, Mettaton counts it as a win as the little ambassador clings to his shoulder chassis in a way he didn’t know he needed. Maybe he really is forgiven.

[gotmudonyou]

OCR World Championships 2019 3K Report

Last year’s OCR World Championships saw some of the most glorious weather you could hope to see in October. Could we be that lucky 2 years in a row??!! In a word...No. It was colder, wetter and muddier than last year and those elements combined to make this a very different race.

With the injury plagued season I had last year I had worked hard on my pre-hab and very slowly increased my mileage across the year. Following the 2018 World Championships I’d been experiencing shoulder pain which limited the amount of hanging work I could do. In fact it hampered many elements of my training and was finding it hard to bench press or bicep curl without pain. This turned out to be a mixture of biceps tendinitis and rotator cuff instability. It took roughly 4 months of physio and rehab to sort this. Everything was going great until knee pain reared its ugly head again around July. With no chance to take time out to properly sort the issue I agreed with my physio that damage limitation was the key, I needed to go into the event with as little knee pain as possible. This meant very reduced running mileage which I made up for in functional obstacle training over longer periods and walk/run/bike sessions to get ‘time on feet’.

The 3K was a short but obstacle heavy course. It was certainly more technical than last year’s 3k. Before my race I managed to watch some of my wife Jo’s race. Seeing many competitors struggling with some of the obstacles in the rain was worrying me but I needed to focus. I’d been out on a walk of the course with Team UK the day before so I knew my race plan and how I was going to attack each obstacle.

With the 3k each age group are set off in waves of  around 10 competitors to ensure the course doesn't get any queues. Having agreed to film the pro waves for the official live stream a short time after my finish I wanted to be near the front. I stood in the start pen next to my good friend Stuart ‘El Capitan’ Neail who had cleared the final obstacle at the same time as me the year before. 

This year there was little pre-amble from Spartan Phil and we were off. The first few obstacles were designed to drain you and spread the field. A set of ditches into a tyre pit and then Monty’s Hurdles. These are a set of wooden hurdles around chest height that you have to go over and ensure your feet touch the ground in between each hurdle. There are around 10 of them and they take it out of you! 

Next up was the first technical obstacle, the first Force 5 Rig .

                                                         Force 5 Rig 1

This was a fairly simple obstacle with some pivoting holds and rings to swing across but a nice obstacle to warm up on. After another Nuclear Races obstacle ‘La Gaffe’ it was a little run up through the woods to meet the first proper rig -The Nuclear Nitro Rig. This was a a rig of various holds and ropes. It wasn't particularly difficult or grip sapping but it was fiddly and I’m not sure there was a graceful way of completing it. I got it done going for safety rather than speed.

                                                  Nuclear Nitro Rig

After a little A frame it was into the huge tent for one of the new signature obstacles, Valkyrie. This was a a set of rings going up and down that you can only traverse with your hands. Watching the earlier waves I noticed many missing out rings on the way down so this was my plan as well, my thinking being the less time spent hanging the better. This is largely a strength based obstacle but good technique can make it easier. I flew up and missed a couple of rings on the way down as planned. Damn that was fun!

                                                        Valkyrie

Being a short course there was no let up now, following Valkyrie it was straight into another new signature grip obstacle, the wonderfully named Sabretooth. This was a set of monkey bars that went up and down twice and it was long! Earlier in the day it had rained and I'd seen many racers struggle with this obstacle. I decided on using a side on technique on the incline sections for safety. This meant I could clamp my hands on either side of each bar which meant there was less chance of slipping off. Thankfully the rain held off for my wave and I sailed through.                              

                                                       Sabretooth

I knew this section would be intense but wow! Straight in to another rig! The Force 5 Rig 2 had a variety of T-bar attachments which pivoted and a spinning wheel to finish. I’d been planning my approach since I’d seen some photos of this obstacle a week or so before. The key element was the flat T-bar before the wheel which swung towards you. My plan was to reach to the furthest part with my stronger hand and pull it towards me. Then once I had a firm grip I’d 2-tap (quickly grab with my other hand) before grabbing the wheel with an alternating grip. No hesitation, just go! Swing, swing, swing, grab the wheel, hit the bell, ding! 

                                                      Force 5 Rig 2

This section was always going to be demanding with so many grip obstacles in a row but I was feeling good. I’d managed my heart rate in the run up to the village to ensure I was in a position to hit each obsatcle running. With barely 10 seconds of running it was into another new obstacle, the Force 5 Low rig. Last year there were complaints that the low rig was far too easy, consisting of a bar to ring to bar. So this year they upped their game by bringing a more technical low rig. This was a lot of fun. I’d decided to go head on the whole way which worked out well but required some real core strength to keep my legs from dropping to the ground on the final transition.

Force 5 Low Rig

Next up was the new obstacle everyone was talking about in the run up to the event. The Gibbon Experience. This consisted of 5 swinging metal holds where you had to move along using 2 dowels that fitted into each hold. Essentially like keeping hold of monkey bars and placing them in each hold. This was a totally new obstacle that no one bar those at the North American Championships (where this had debuted) had attempted. Not wanting to try this for the first time in a race I’d ordered a set from obstacle builder Foz Sug. This was a tricky obstacle as it involves hanging on a single arm on a bar that can twist. This causes your hand to open up and your grip to fail quickly. So over a 2 month period I’d been practicing hanging on a single arm from one gibbon hold until my grip failed. Once I felt confident holding onto a twisting bar I worked on my technique. It became clear that swinging like you usually would on monkey bars wouldn’t work, it puts too much force through your hanging arm. So the key was a very controlled movement to place the bar into the hold with light fingers. It also involved a lot of concentration as if you miss putting the bar into the hold you are left swinging on one arm with no forward momentum.

Watching the footage from the North American Championships the majority of racers used a technique that has become known as the ‘Chicken Wing’. This involves hooking your elbows over the bars rather than hanging from it by your hands. This allows you to complete the obstacle if you don’t have the grip strength but it hurts so I had no plans to use this unless absolutely necessary.

I approached the obstacle and took a moment to collect myself. I really wanted to nail this first time. I took two wooden dowels and placed the first one into a hold. I swung out and placed the next one first time. So far so good. I then swung to the third hold but just missed it. I was left hanging on one arm, not where I wanted to be! I stayed calm as I prepared for this scenario. I tried again and got one end of the dowel in the hold. The other end was precariously placed on the edge of the hold but not properly seated. One wrong move and it would fall out and I’d be likely needing to drop and start again. Thankfully I managed to manoeuvre it into the hold. I seated the 4th first time which left one final hold. I decided to get a good swing and reach for the bell from the 4th hold, missing out the final one. Ding! Success!

                                                 Gibbon Experience

Next up was another new obstacle Force 5 over and Under. This was a very simple idea but made for an enjoyable obstacle. The premise was simple, start on top, go under and end up on top.

                                          Force 5 Over & Under

Then it was into Triumph, this was 2 dragons backs into an under and up net climb. The Nuclear dragons backs are nice and close together and you only really need to lean out to grab the bar (although if you are afraid of heights that’s easier said than done). This one had a serious gap to jump, add to that the fact that the bar was pretty low and this was more than just a mental obstacle to overcome. 2 leaps of faith and a crawl under and up the cargo net and ding, the bell was rung.

Next up was an improved version of Skitch. Skitch debuted at the Worlds last year and consisted of 2 handheld hooks that you hang from and traverse along a bar which has a chain attached to the middle where you need to unhook each hook and transition to the other side of the chain. They clearly decided that this wasn’t hard enough so this year added a second transition. Thankfully I had practiced this and managed to clear it first time.

Not more than 30 seconds of running and it was into Skull Valley. This was a new version and arguably easier than last year’s obstacle. It had a really fun flow and was really enjoyable to complete.

                                                         Skull Valley                         

After smashing the Ninja Rings there was a short run through the wood to the next obstacle, the aptly named Snaked Pit. This took a page out of Hang-on Run’s book in that it was lots of ropes. I missed out every other rope and remembered Coach Scotty’s advice to get as high as possible on the rope traverse to ensure I didn’t end up sitting on the knot of the next rope.

Snake Pit

A short carry and then it was onto a new balance obstacle which was simple enough. A weaver and some tubes to slide down and it was over the final wall to the finish line. I crossed in 56th place out of 189 which put me in top 30%. Could I have pushed harder on the running between obstacles? Possibly, but would I then have cleared each obstacle first time? That’s the balance of obstacle course racing. In any case I felt strong on all the obstacle and most of all, I enjoyed myself!