#it'll be done tomorrow ugh

[hymbeauxs]

Chapters: 24/? Fandom: Red Valley (Podcast) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Warren Godby/Gordon Porlock Characters: Warren Godby, Gordon Porlock, Aubrey Wood, Hester Hiyashi Additional Tags: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Relationships, Canon-Typical Violence, Mostly Of the Medical Kind, Cryostasis is a Bitch, this is just my post-s2 therapy, Fantasizing, Short Chapters, don't be scared away please lol this took so long to write

Warren wakes up alone for the first time, and he does not take it well.

Luckily, he's got a Dr. Woods-appointed therapist now, and Red Valley is less of a Chernobyl-esque tomb and more of a sunless hub of concerned cryo-scientists attempting to bring back one very specific man for Warren's benefit.

Well. It feels like it's for his benefit, but maybe it's also just Aubrey's guilt and interns' optimism.

And maybe they're all just idiots in the snow.

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A collection of recordings from when Warren wakes to the very end, or something like it.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[retrolvr4]

I’d Fix it if I Could

Darry Curtis x Female Reader

Pt 2

Summary: The ac is broken down in the Curtis house on Darry's day off and can’t be fixed until tomorrow

Warnings- slight sexual content, making out, mostly fluff, some cursing

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The hot weather of Oklahoma beat down on you and the rest of the boys at the Curtis house. With your guy’s luck, the AC had broken down. Despite having multiple fans running the house was still scorching hot. “Soda, go fix the ac or somethin’” you groaned desperately trying to unstick your shorts and tank top from your sweaty body. You laid on the floor in an attempt to cool down but it was not helping. “Y/n, I work on cars” He deadpanned back “They gotta be kinda similar, I'm dying here” you shot back “Honey, quit your arguing with Soda, I called a repair guy, he can be here tomorrow mornin’” Darry cut in, as he walked into the living room where you all were sat. “Tomorrow?” everyone collectively exclaimed, groans following “Guys” He started “and my gal” he said as he looked at you “I did what I could, we’re only stuck like this for today” “Darry since you're big and strong and super smart you should go out and fix it” you said as you sat up and looked at him with doe eyes, desperately wanting him to fix the problem now. Darry chuckled a little at your attempt to flatter him “Doll trust me if I knew how to fix it, I would’ve been out there hours ago” “Man fuck this it's so hot, I'm going to the theater or something, at least it'll be cold in there” Dally complained as he stood up “Maybe if you didn't wear jeans in 100-degree weather you'd be a little more comfortable Dal” you said to him “Shut it man, I'm not gonna be a pussy and wear short shorts like you” he shot back “Oh good, I’ll get you a mini dress then sweetcheeks” you replied then threw a pillow from the couch at him “You little shit” he said as he walked towards you, he picked you up off the floor by your arms. You screamed and laughed as he threw you onto the couch next to Darry. “Would anyone besides y/n care to join me at the theater” he asked Pony and Johnny stood up, they both uttered a version of ‘I don't got anything better to do’ as they followed Dally out the door. “Sugar, you rile him up so bad” Steve remarked with a laugh, chocolate cake adorning the corners of his mouth. “I’m aware Steve” you replied “Soda you’ve got about half an hour you should get ready so you’re not late to work, it's almost 3:30” Darry said to the boy sitting on the floor. “Shit I suppose” Soda said as he stood up to go change into his work clothes. Steve was already dressed and continued to eat the chocolate cake.

About half an hour later, you and Darry had the house to yourselves. The two of you sat on the couch, watching whatever daytime show was on. Your legs rested on Darry’s lap as he rubbed them. “Ugh Dare does anything need cleaned up or organized? I need to move around I’m so hot” “Damn right you are” He remarked, and you rolled your eyes with a laugh “Actually, the laundry needs done, and the kitchen is a mess, but I can take care of it” “Nono let me help, you do so much between work and taking care of the boys” You replied sweetly and slid closer to him so you could kiss his cheek. Darry grabbed your waist and pulled you to him, so you were now straddling his lap. He held the back of your head and pulled you into him, kissing you needily. You quickly returned the kiss with just as much desperation. You pulled away to catch your breath “baby- the laundry-” you gasped “Laundry can wait” he muttered as he worked his large hands up your shirt. He slipped his hand under your bra and began gently toying with your nipple. “Darry, I’m probably so gross and sweaty and stinky and-” you said between small whines as he kissed your neck, gently sucking on areas he knew you were especially sensitive to. “Shh beautiful” he reassured you “stop worrying, I don't care about what state you're in, I always love you and think you're the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” “Darry, I love you” you said and brought his lips to yours. Kissing him sweetly, you ran your hands through his hair, tugging on the strands. Which resulted in a groan from him. Darry ran his hands gently along your sides, tracing your figure. You felt his growing erection on your thigh, resulting in your arousal also growing. Darry ran his fingers under your waistband, as you traced your fingers along his toned chest over his shirt. He continued to gently kiss down your neck and on your chest. “Honey as much as I’m enjoying this, Pony’s probably gonna be home any minute and we should start dinner soon” You reluctantly said Darry sighed and placed a final kiss on your collarbone “you're right beautiful” As if on cue you heard Pony from the porch, bidding Dally and Johnny goodbye. You gave Darry a quick kiss and smoothed his hair down, before promptly crawling off his lap and sitting next to him instead. Pony walked in as you were asking Darry if he’d rather you clean the kitchen or do the laundry, still insisting on helping him with his tasks. “Hey Pony” you and Darry both greeted, faces still red from earlier events but you could easily blame it on the heat. “Was the movie any good” You asked “Dally didn't want to pay so we snuck into a movie that had already started, it was something with Barbra Streisand. Dal was pretty pissed off” Pony replied with a shrug You laughed and Darry said “We’re gonna start dinner in about an hour, you good with spaghetti?” Pony’s eyes lit up “yeah that sounds perfect, I’ve been wantin’ spaghetti” You smiled at Pony as walked down the hall to his room. “I'll clean the kitchen and you do the laundry?” Darry proposed “Sounds good” you said and the two of you stood up to work on your tasks.

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I'll make a part two soon! I didn’t feel like writing smut rn 😔

Thanks for reading!

[vooxian]

so... yeah... guess I'll be posting my first Yizhan fic tomorrow 😅

(con artist xz x detective yb au)

Leaving so soon? I've been expecting you.

As you know, that's what I do best. Can you keep up?

[pedge-stuff]

God I just thought about an idea for pedro and reader, reading your last post...

They are in a relationship and live together. The reader is also an actress. She asks pedro to practice her lines with her. In the play, she is having a really long line, breaking up with the person ans leaving them... pedro can't continue... at night in bed they are cuddling and pedro talks about how he hated the feeling or the thought of the reader ever leaving

(changed this slightly, hope that is OK...)

bad acting (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual.

thanks, as always, for everything.

(also I did that thing where I didn't save this on drafts fast enough and the whole fucking thing deleted so you could say im LIVID sorry if this rewrite felt rushed.)

summary: things get a little... too real.

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"You can't laugh."

"I'm not gonna laugh!"

Pedro hands you his iPad, script loaded on the screen. "I'm serious," you warn him, "you had to stop last time, the acting was so bad."

"Just read the sides, baby."

You know he isn't nervous about the audition— if he was, he sure as shit wouldn't be practicing with you. Those rehearsals are reserved for his coach, or someone who can actually talk him through the scene. This was just a formality, a quick read-through for some anthological TV show about people in failing marriages. Season 2 of Oscar's old Amazon thing. With the audition being on Zoom tomorrow, the whole process feels fairly relaxed.

"Should I read it in a lady voice? Will that set the scene?"

"Please don't."

"Scottish accent?"

"Babe."

"Hmm." You clear your throat loudly, for dramatic effect. Across the room, feet propped on the desk, Pedro rolls his eyes. He's got his cheaters on, but no script— the audition's supposed to be off-book. "From the first page?"

"You're stalling."

"Ugh. Ok. Here we go." Leaning forward, you scroll to the highlighted text on the iPad. "Stop, David. You don't know what you're talking about."

Pedro's posture straightens; ever the professional, it's like watching a switch flip. The humored lines beside his eyes, little crows feet that crinkle when he looks at you, disappear completely. His brow furrows, gaze darkens.

"Of course I do, dammit. I'm done with this, all of this. It's like living in a mausoleum, Emma. I'd rather. Do you remember what love even feels like? Because I look at you, and I just... don't, anymore."

"You don't mean that."

"I do! I'm so tired of this. Life with you is joyless. Every day, I come home from work and just sit in the goddamn driveway because I don't want to come in the house. It's hard to be in the same room as you. I can't bring her back, Emma, and I miss her and I'm sorry she's dead. But it isn't my fucking fault and I wish you'd stop pretending it was."

His voice cracks, just a little. You frown as he grabs the glass of water beside him, pausing to wait, but he motions for you to continue.

"That's cruel," you read, "and you know it. That's not fair."

"None of this is fair!" Pedro exclaims. "That's the whole point. It's not fair that our daughter is dead while the girl who was driving got to walk away clean. Life isn't fucking fair. But it's life. And you've sucked all the light out of mine. I can't stand you, anymore, I'm sorry. I just can't. It's not that we can't make it work, it's that I don't want to make it work. If I never see you again, it'll be too soon. Jesus christ, I hate every part of this."

"Are you done? Have you gotten it all off your chest?"

"Don't placate me! This isn't one of your stupid therapy sessions, Emma, you can't fix this with a breathing worksheet and a roleplaying exercise. Be fucking serious. Every day I wake up and I wish I'd never met you. At least then, she wouldn't be dead, because she'd never have existed. And maybe I'd known some goddamn peace."

The page ends there, and you glance up. Pedro has his head in his hands, eyes closed.

"That was good," you offer tentatively, searching for some kind of sign as to what his next move is. He's gracious about work stuff, but you're always a little afraid of mucking up his process.

When he looks up, his eyes are glossy. "Yeah," Pedro says, croakily, clearing his throat quietly before rising from the chair. He takes the iPad back, wordlessly, shuttering the case over the screen.

"Wanna do it again? You were spot-on, Pedge, but we can go over it again if you want to."

"No," he says quickly. "No, I'm good. I'm fine. It's on Zoom, it'll be easy. I'm fine."

Weird. Just a little. Before you can dwell on his sudden cageyness, he's up, headed for the door.

"I'm gonna walk the dogs. We can catch up on Bake-Off, when I get back?"

Pedro leaves before you can answer.

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No sooner have the leashes been hung back by the door, than Pedro is beside you on the couch, all hands and light touches. It's as if he can't bear to lost contact. You allow him to reposition you, reaching a hand around your waist as you reach for the remote.

"Good walk?"

He hums, tugging you against him. Settles, finally, once you're half-reclined, back against his chest, arm around your middle. You fiddle with the edge of his sleeve as the bakers fumble their way through the signature challenge.

It's not that the clinginess bothers you— he's like this sometimes, when he's just returned home, or you've arrived in LA, or met somewhere in the middle. Every separation leaves him want for touch. It's the one thing you can't give him, while you're apart.

But he's been home a couple weeks now, in between reshoots for a new project. Been home all day, in fact, in an orbit around you while you attempted to work from home. (A little too close, frankly, but you can't really complain.)

"You okay?" You whisper, as the timer runs down on the technical bake.

No answer. Just a tightened grip on your waist, and a firm kiss to the top of your head.

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It isn't until later, in bed and half-asleep, that you pinpoint the source of the tension.

You'd have thought he was already asleep, save for the soft carding of his fingers through the baby hairs at the nape of your neck. Deep, even breaths tickle your forehead; he's curled around you, arm draped over your back. Had positioned himself this way silently, looking a little silly brooding in his Muppet-patterned pj pants.

"We're never reading lines again," Pedro whispers into the darkness.

"Was the acting that bad?"

Your attempt for levity falls flat. He is quiet, long enough for you roll backwards slightly, to get a better look at his face. A deep-set frown has taken root.

"No, it..." He tugs you closer again, tucking your head beneath his chin. If he weren't so sad, you'd call uncle for claustrophobia; your nose is squished into his jugular. But you lay still, waiting for him to continue.

"It felt too real," Pedro concedes. He inhales sharply, and you can feel it against your own chest.

The kiss you press to the hollow of his throat, doesn't feel good enough. You wiggle, tilting your head to press one against his toothpaste-tasting lips. Whiskers tickle the corner of your mouth.

"Baby, I know you were... pretending." A thin line between placating him and treading on his professionalism. "If our pretend daughter died in a car crash, I know you wouldn't divorce me for being too sad."

"It's not funny." With a groan, he kisses you again, resting his forehead against yours. "I hated saying that stuff to you. Felt too real."

The bone-crushing spooning is making a little more sense, now.

"I love you, but you're a sap."

"Hmph."

You smile into the next kiss. "A very sweet sap, though."

[evilwickedme]

This wasn't asked for because nobody in their right mind would ask for this but this is a fic rec list of fics I cannot stop rereading

Just started yet another reread of Inimitable Verse by deniigiq and I fully plan on rereading their into the multiverse series which occasionally crosses over also - this is a Spider-Man/team red focused series, think comics canon infused early mcu-spidey since only homecoming had come out for a non substantial amount of time they were working on the series and the daredevil stuff is explicitly tv show AND comics. Also the multiverse series is how I got into Murderdock and therefore how I got into Spider Gwen

Unpretty's Sorrowful And Immaculate Hearts series which is just a loosely interconnected series of DC fics. My personal favorites are Empty Graves, in which Martha Kent keeps killing time travelers trying to kill baby! Clark; any of their clois fics but especially Third Wheel; and Anti-Social, which is a social media fic mostly about Tim and Bruce that made me cry laughing. Catch Bruce trying to get Walmart's employees to unionize. Also shout out to unpretty's only fic with Jason in it, it looks awesome but is tragically incomplete

This particular Reverse Robin AU which put in the work to reverse every single younger generation and is chef's kiss I LOVE this version of Tim he's wild

Both of Shoalsea's fics are in constant rotation for me I talk about Into The Brighter Night all the time in the tags of reblogs and stuff it truly lives in my head rent free. Anyway Tim gets kidnapped by aliens and the batfam have to watch as yj98 saves him and it's angsty and funny and such a good take on what could have been if the new 52 hadn't happened. And Compassion Builds No House is about Tim and Pru from Red Robin. Ugh they're both so good

Speaking of Clois (I did you've just forgotten this by now) brilliant (like a confession) by kathkin (penny-anna on the hellsite) is so fucking good I'm. Okay. Anyway it'll be listed as inspiration if/when I finally post my two person love triangle fic for them

I'm too anxious to catch up on this before it's done but jumble sale chic is hands down the best spideydevil fic series despite and because of the omegaverse

Make A Little Birdhouse In Your Soul is my favorite take on Jason, period, and has a lot of fantastic Damian stuff going on too. It's updating every few weeks still! Sometimes more often! I love you bacondoughnut it's me JustGail the person who will not stop commenting on your fic you're stuck with me forever

I lied above Rumspringa Murderdock is what got me into Murderdock but that series is second place. I found this one while scrolling through the tv show's mattfoggy tag, thinking I was safe

Speaking of Murderdock mattfoggy, The Lawyer All the Wickedness was written early on in spider-gwen's history and so diverges from canon really early in ways that I think are super interesting and creative

Oh also straight on 'til morning by merils (Tumblr url mamawasatesttube) does SUCH a great job unpacking Kon's trauma and building up healthy relationships around him including a budding timkon romance and yeah it makes me sad and happy at the same time

We're getting into poisonivory territory so just trust if you like the pairing and poisonivory is writing it you'll like it. Ok rapidfire

Like A Handprint On My Heart mattfoggy soulmate au with a twist

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? Damijon future fic/au. Jon came back from the future when both of them were 19. Demisexual!Damian at its best. Damian's terrified of being abandoned by Jon again and it made my heart hurt

I feel like I've already recommended every JayRoy fic by poisonivory and genuinely I do reread them all, sometimes in order of publication if I'm in a particular mood. Maybe the one I've read most though is I've Got the Feeling You're the Right Thing After All which is about Roy and Jason starting a fwb thing while Roy still harbors old feelings for Dick. Can't see anything going wrong here lmao

Mmm this post is long enough so I'll leave it at just superhero fic for now but I do in fact have the ability to do a whole post just for the Witcher or Leverage so I might do that. Anyway thanks for following me on yet another burst of insanity it will happen again

[eggtartz]

✧ 7th October ✧

Levi Ackerman // Distractions (f! MP reader)

kinktober masterlist

warnings : brat reader, slight degradation, office sex

it felt too normal as you waltzed into levi ackerman's office with paper in hand, the military police has sent you here to check on the weekly reports of the corps and usually sends you since the captain had a specific fondness to you and reserved for you only

"levi ~!" you sang as you barged in his office with no care at all, earning a small 'tch' from the man as he grew custom to your shenanigans. "what do you want, noisy brat?" he asked, the nickname making you smiled "the reports, duh. the MP has been kicking at me for it" you rolled your eyes and sighed "the reports isn't done yet. the selection just happened yesterday. come again tomorrow" he said with a blank tone as you snapped your neck at him "hah?! isn't done yet? what am i supposed to do then, just go back?" you frowned, hands on your hips

"why? does going back sounds so bad?" he asked, not sparing a look at you. "no, but they'll nag me for it! i hate people nagging at me, you know that!" you said and he sighed "it'll be done tomorrow" he said again. you huffed and sat down on the front chair "i'm not leaving without the report so i'll just stay here" you said, sitting quietly as levi took one glance and scribbled over the paper. it was quiet for a good twenty minutes before you groaned loudly "it's taking so long!"

"that's why i told you to come tomorrow, noisy brat" he glared at you as you kept making small noises of frustrations and boredom "ugh, i need some activity. i can't just sit" you puffed your chest and jumped from your seat, going to the sides of the office. levi kept watching you as he wrote the report while you and your curiosity reaches it peak. "sooo i heard erwin scouted more kids?" you made small talks that surely annoyed levi because you couldn't just shut up. "yes" he answered simply that made you pouted as you approached him. "must be difficult for you, huh?" you asked, a tinge of mischief in your tone that he caught.

"what do you mean by that?" he asked as you smiled "oh, nothing!" you cheekily winked at him as you went to stand up again but oh, how agitated levi was. he was disturbed and you were being so noisy while he's working plus with that mischievous behavior of yours? he snapped.

"come here, brat" he pulled your hand and slammed you on the table and you winced. "the fuck levi?!" you grunted as you rubbed back but levi pinned you down on the table "some people ought to teach some manners and learn how to shut up" he hissed and you rolled your eyes "can't deal with slight noise?" you said with annoyance and it made levi more agitated.

"someone," he unbuckled his belt "has to discipline you" he tied your wrists with the belt making you writhe "this is your thing?" you asked, challenging him but you made a wrong move as he slapped you "shut up" you looked at him with an offended and was going to curse at him as he slapped you again "what did i say? either that mouth gets slapped or you shut the fuck up" he hissed. you snarled "i can say what ever hell i want! i can curse and-" you rambled on as levi shooked his head, finding a way into your trousers "you never learn" he said as he loosened the belt of your pants

"w-what are you doing?" you looked at him with horror but got replied with a cold look from him "talk again and i'll make sure to do more" he threatened, sending unexpected thrill to your crotch that he definitely felt since he was holding your inner thigh.

"what was that? don't tell me you're excited about this?"

"a-am not!" you stuttered

"definitely are. i bet when i rip this shitty pants off, you're leaking wet" he said, a dangerous tone used "do we want to test that theory?" he hummed, hands on the hem of your pants but not taking it off without your permission. it was exhilarating being on this position, all spread wide, hands tied in front of the humanity's strongest "y-yes.." you eventually said and nodded. he smiled and pulled down your pants, your underwear indeed soaked, a patch of wetness in the middle "look at you, filthy one. you like this?" he asked, flicking your pussy through the material and bend down to take a sniff "such a sweet smell" he said slowly, dangerous eyes boring into yours

"l-levi.. levi!" you squealed when he ripped off your underwear, leaving you bare and wet pussy to his view "what a dirty sight" he scoffed and pulled himself back, yanking his trousers off "a sight i'd kill to enjoy again and again" he rubbed the tip of his cock on your entrance.

you made small moans as you looked down, his veiny dick red and angry, waiting to pierce through. "captain.. i'm.. a-ah.." you whined as he thrusted the tip in but quickly pulling back "what did i say? someone ought to teach you how to run your mouth" he mocked as you writhed "y-yes.. i'll.. nnghh.. won't do it again please captain put it in" you whined, teary eyes but he still denied "i dont believe you, noisy brat"

"promise, captain.. please.. give me.. want your cock in me" you sniffled as he smiled again "that's a good brat" he thrusted once, deep and rough

"wasn't too difficult was it?" he taunted as his dick speared into your pussy as your mouth fell open, the heavenly feeling overwhelming you as your hand scratched the table behind you. "o-oh.." you huffed and panted as levi smiled sadistically "c'mon. you have a mouth so brash but falls aparta once you have some dick in you. whore" he pulled your hair as he whispered moans and filthy words into your ear.

"dirty whore. you don't walk around letting me screw you as you please, do you?" he asked, a tinge of jealousy in his tone "n-no, you're the only one" you managed to answer as you whimpered, him grabbing onto your breasts "gonna cum, where do you want me? answer me, y/n" he growled as you whimpered "inside.. inside, captain" you said softly as his pace fastened, looking for the spot as he came inside you. your pussy welcomed his sperm as tour feet twitched and tongue rolled out

"next time, don't be such a distraction. or else, i have to do worse than that"

[yellowkitkieran]

Home (Kieran Tierney)

Masterlist

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Kieran surprises you by coming home early from his loan spell in Spain.

“When do you come home?”

Kieran smiles because you're both aware you've had the answer to that question memorized for months. But he indulges you anyway, “Friday. So only a few more days my love, and then I'll be home with you again.”

You sigh and begin typing your next email. You've become adept at multitasking while on the phone with Kieran; he'd be in the gym, airpods in while you chatted, and you would be settled in at the desk in Kieran's guest room working away on your laptop. Stolen moments like these have become the norm since Kieran went on loan in Spain. To make the most of a bad situation, you both came to the silent agreement that you would spend as much time on the phone together as possible. As a result, you now often find it hard to concentrate without Kieran on the other line. 

“Right, Friday. In the afternoon right? I'm gonna try and get the house cleaned up before then, I don't need you seeing how messy I keep it when you're away!” 

Kieran’s quiet laugh sends a slight shiver down your spine. “We both know it's not that bad. I'm sure you keep it plenty tidy. Don't worry about keeping it spotless, cause I'm just gonna mess it up as soon as I'm home.”

“Still. When you get here, I just want to focus on you. You kept Saturday open for sure yeah?” 

“Mmhhm. Everyone else thinks I'm coming home on Sunday, so I'm all yours.” 

You smile to yourself, sitting back in your chair. You have a full day planned for the two of you that mostly involves making up for lost time. Assuming your Friday night will be spent wrapped up in each other completely, you've mentally blocked off a few hours on Saturday morning to recover and wind down. After that, you'll help Kieran unpack his suitcases, do whatever washing needs done, and finally end off the day with dinner at his favorite place in Central London. 

“Good! It'll be… fun… oh fucks sake…” you trail off as you read the email that's just arrived in your inbox. “Seriously- why! Can people not read?!”

“What's wrong babe? Someone mess up the catering order again?” You can almost hear Kieran's smile through the phone. “You'll fix it in time, you always do.”

“Yeah of course I will,” you grumble, now zeroed in on pulling up receipts and time stamps to triple check the order you placed versus the order that you were quoted for. “Just means more work for me is all. And just when I thought I was done for the day!”

“Shame that, I was hoping to get some time with you today.” You swear Kieran's voice is echoing. “You sure you can't put that off until the morning?”

“No, I can't, I have to do it now. Ugh, this wouldn't happen if people paid more attention!” 

“I think you should close your laptop.” 

Frustrated, you rub your temples and close your eyes. “Babe I can't. This is for tomorrow's lunch so-” 

“So that means that you'll have time if you wake up early to get it fixed up. I think you should come downstairs.” 

Okay, either you're hearing things or there really is an echo. You frown, setting your phone aside and listening closely for any sounds in the house, but you only hear Shadow, Kieran's dog, pacing downstairs on the wood floors. 

“Did you send another delivery or something babe? Because Shadow always gets anxious when people come up to the door, I wish you'd give me a heads up.” Unfurling to your feet with a heavy sigh, you pad downstairs with your phone tucked between your ear and your shoulder. “One of these days you're gonna give that poor dog a heart attack-”

“Hi baby,” Kieran says, tucking his phone in his pocket. Shadow sits at your boyfriend's side, his tail thumping merrily whilst you stand perfectly still. Your brain goes into overdrive, mentally counting days and confirming that today was not Friday, and therefore Kieran should not be home yet… but here he stands before you, flesh and blood and just as handsome as the last time you saw him.

A delighted, high pitch squeal bubbles out of your chest. Kieran laughs and opens his arms, which you promptly take as an invitation to leap into them and latch onto him like a koala. “Oh my god, oh my god! You're home already?!” 

“I am,” Kieran murmurs into your hair after kissing the top of your head. “I packed up early and decided I couldn't wait another second before I saw you.” The urge to squeeze Kieran until he wheezes is nearly overwhelming. Instead of acting on impulse and earning yourself a lecture, you pry your face out of Kieran's neck- his aftershave tickles your nose- and pepper kisses across his face. 

“I- missed- you- so- much- you- pretty- boy-” Kieran's cheeks become hotter with each peck you press to his skin. Shadow barks to indicate he's keen to join in on the action. Soon Kieran is supporting your weight with a hand under your bum and scratching behind Shadow's ears when the big pup jumps on his hip to demand his attention, too. Kieran is happy to balance you both, eventually crouching down to sit on the floor with you still wrapped around him.

Once Shadow calms down and rests his big head on Kieran’s knee, the room quiets. Kieran draws shapes on the small of your back, letting you gaze upon him for as long as you desire. He is content with your fingertips brushing over his cheekbones, along his stubbled jaw and down the side of his neck. You smile at his contented sigh, the breathy sound distracting you from your reverence. 

“You're actually tan. Took you long enough to stop burning like a tomato.” Your eyes flick to Kieran's smile and you do not stop yourself from stealing a kiss. You'll never take those lips for granted, not after being forced to cope without them for so long. 

Kieran rolls up the sleeve of his white tshirt to show you his tan line. Halfway up his bicep, his golden, tanned skin gives way to his natural pale shade. You trace the line with a finger as Kieran defends himself, “Spanish sun cannae fully fix Scottish skin, my love. But I know you like when I'm not so pale, so I figured I'd soak up as much as I could before I came home.” 

Muscles flex under your finger when Kieran wraps his arms around your middle once more. You lay your palm flat to soak up his warmth and smile to yourself.

“I love you just as much when you're ghostly white. Doesn't matter to me. But the sun makes your little bitty freckles come out, so I do enjoy those.” 

Kieran's nose scrunches up when you lean forward to kiss it. You could sit like this until the end of days and be perfectly happy. With Kieran sat beneath you, soft, idle touches and whispered words would be more than enough to pass the time.

At some point Kieran coaxes both you and Shadow to your feet and leads you to the sofa. A happy sigh falls from his lips when you tumble into him and hook one leg over his hips. Shadow curls up in his normal spot at Kieran's feet like not a day has passed without his dad there. 

“What should we do tonight?” Kieran's words are a rumble beneath the hand you have laid on his chest. When you don't immediately answer, Kieran’s hand lands on the back of your thigh and coaxes you to find your words with a soft squeeze. 

“Dunno. Nothing? I don't plan on moving.” You assume Shadow's moody huff is a sound of agreement and grin. “See? Even the dog doesn't want to move. We want to stay right here and spend some quality time with you.”

The hand that drifts to the hem of your shorts is at odds with Kieran's words. “I guess I can't object to that. Just cuddle? I can at least have a couple kisses, right?” 

Lifting your head just enough to meet his tawny brown eyes, you ponder his request. You drag out the suspense and drum your fingers on his chest despite both of you knowing you would never refuse a kiss. “I'm sure something can be arranged. Put something on the telly to entertain Shadow then, he doesn't need to be scarred for life, mister ‘I can't keep my hands to myself’.”

Kieran lifts a shoulder in a what are ya gonna do kind of gesture before putting on a random nature show that immediately captures Shadow's attention. One of Kieran's hands remains on your thigh whilst the other comes up to cup your cheek and pull your lips to his. 

Stubble scratches your chin, but you don't mind. Right then, all that matters is giving Kieran the kiss he deserves. He expertly pulls soft, breathless sounds from you as his tongue glides against yours. The kiss feels familiar and brand new at the same time, like dejavu in the best possible way.

Breaking away for a chance to breathe allows Kieran to drop kisses like dewdrops across your jaw. You smile when he nibbles softly at the skin of your neck, already unable to contain himself. 

“I said cuddles only tonight my darling,” you remind him. “You're pushing your luck. Behave or I'll make you stay in the spare room tonight.” 

Kieran's laugh is full and throaty. You've missed the true sound of his laughter, without it being distorted by a speaker. “That's an empty threat if I ever heard one. If I was a betting man, my money would be on us falling asleep right here on this sofa.” 

In the end, Kieran turns out to be correct. Neither of you moves an inch as the sun sets, your urgent emails suspended in time while you're safely wrapped up in your boyfriend's loving, tanned arms. 

[chuurroez]

This is rigged..!!

✧˚ · . pairing: Zhang Hao x gn!reader

✧˚ · . summary: spending over $20 trying to win a hello kitty plush in a claw machine was not part of the plan that you and hao had in mind but whatever i guess, you won hello kitty though! that's the most important thing, right?

✧˚ · . genre: fluff! set in non-idol verse ^^

✧˚ · . warnings: I say ass only like 1 time here but none other than that ^^

✧˚ · . notes: i haven't posted in a few days so here's a little something for u guys while I work on the angst fic! I might not finish it tomorrow so so maybe in about 2-3 days it'll be done? thank u guys for voting!

✧˚ · . word count: 890

The weekends were one of the best things to ever happen! you could be with your boyfriend, completely free from the stress and tiredness your work had to give you. the both of you decided to go on a date together at the mall! you guys spent the day eating out, buying some snacks you saw on tiktok that looked good, and getting new clothes! you both saw a flea market not far from the mall so you guys decided to check it out! there was so much to explore, there were pretty tees, pants, shirts, and jewelry! You almost lost Hao because of how intrigued you were with all of the little trinkets, items, and clothes they had! After a good 2 hours in the flea market, you both decided to go back to the mall to relax before going home. ''Do you wanna get some milk tea?" you asked your boyfriend; his eyes lighten upon hearing your questioon, "sure! really craving something cold after all this heat'' Hao replies. You both walked together back to the mall and went to your go-to milk tea shop. "Hello! Welcome to Sereni-tea! What would you like?" the cashier greeted the both of you, "Hi! I'd like a (favorite milk tea flavor)!" you asked, "And I'll get a strawberry flavored one please, thank you!" Hao asked too, "Okay, that'll be $7 dollars, please!" the cashier asked, "Baobei, i'll pay. You already bought a lot of items from the market! I haven't paid anything for you throughout this day!" your sweet boyfriend pleaded, "But you've been busy and stressed over your work this week! I don't want you to worry over me'' you said with a little frown, Hao kissed you on your forehead and said not to worry much because he needed this more than anything. You finally gave up and let him pay and you both got your drinks and decided to roam around the mall once again and you saw the arcade! You immediately run towards it almost leaving your boyfriend behind. "Baobei, wait!" Hao pleaded but it was no use you went inside the arcade and saw all kinds of prizes, claw machines, and games! Once he caught up with you, you asked him if the both of you could try to win some prizes in the claw machine, "Are you sure? the last time we were here, you almost spent $30 dollars trying to win the big bunny plush!" you boyfriend asks you, "of course i am! and for your information, the original price of the bunny was $50 dollars so it was a $20 dollar discount!" you reassured Hao. "Fine, but if you don't win anything don't blame me!" Hao tells you, "Okay, okay! come one let's go!!" you enthusiastically say as you saw a hello kitty plushie and decided to try your best to get it!

-TRY 6-

"ugh! this stupid plushie won't budge!" You said, tone sounding annoyed. "I told you! But while we're here now, try to win it, okay?" Hao tells you, giving you a kiss on your forehead as a good luck charm.

-TRY 13-

"NOO!! i was so close! Stupid stupid claw machine!" you said once again, more angry than annoyed than the last time. "Baobei..Why not let me do it? I have good experience with claw machines, you know?" Your boyfriend asks you in order for you to not try to break the machine. "No! I can do this, I am y/n l/n, I will prove to the claw machine gods that I will get hello kitty!" you say with a little chuckle escaping your boyfriend's mouth.

-TRY 21-

"Baobei, I might need more good luck kisses, This is so rigged!!" You ask your boyfriend to which your boyfriend gives you 5 quick pecks on your cheeks, nose, and forehead as he chuckles a bit more to your cute annoyed expression. "Baobei..Let me try it out! You never know maybe I'll win it for you?'' Hao says to which you said you wanted a few more tries!

-TRY 28-

"Okay baobei, can you do it for me now? I'm so mad at this rigged ass claw machine!! It's impossible to win!" you asked Hao, "Told ya so baobei, don't worry, your amazing boyfriend will win it for you!" your boyfriend says as you scoffed happily since he's gonna probably win it more than you.

-TRY 33-

"Yes! Baobei! I got it! I finally won hello kitty!" Hao enthusiastically says, "omg! yes! baobei, how are you so good???'' you say finally happy knowing that Hao got it after about a good 10 minutes after your failed attempts in the arcade. "I told you I'd win it for you!" your boyfriend says giving you a kiss on the lips and giving you the toy after. You quickly kissed him back and gave him a hug as a thank you gift for winning you the plushie and for one of the best days ever! The both of you went home afterwards and the first thing you did once you both got there was put the hello kitty toy besides the big bunny toy you won the last time you were at the arcade. You 'won' hello kitty after all after spending more than $20 and that's the most important thing, right?

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[winniemaywebber]

Tilt-A-Whirl

Little pockets of joy are few and far between during war time, so these girls snatch it up while they can. A day at the beach during a rare long weekend is just what is needed. Jo and Jean make the most of being beach bums, with a couple of extra friends.

A day on Coney Island, featuring Jo, Jean, Juliet and Ruthie.

It was Friday, and the beginning of a long weekend for Jo Harris and Jean Crosby. The smell of the cusp of summer lay under the fresh scent of Spring, the cool, sky blue days departing without so much as a cool breeze to bid farewell until the next year. The sun shone brightly at the beginning of the week, the heat only getting stronger and stickier as the days progressed, the humidity bordering on unbearable in the night. Thursday had been the worst day for it so far, the girls’ set hairstyles destroyed in the humidity, the wooden seats they sat upon at work slick with sweat, taking to bringing a towel from home and sitting upon that to save some decorum while surrounded by other women and men at the switchboard which they worked. Stockings neglected, the windows of their work building being opened not cooling them down one jot, their boss had beckoned them in a circle right before lunch time. 

“It's just too darn hot,” the bespectacled man had puffed, dabbing at his brow with an already damp, wrung out handkerchief. “The weatherman said it's sure to cool down over the weekend. Go on and take the day tomorrow, see you all back here Monday morning.”

They didn't need to be asked twice, Jo and Jean trotting off to their neighboring cubbies and collecting their handbags before rushing off to the bus stop, the vehicle heavy with the same humidity that hung in the air outside.

—

Arriving home, both girls throw down their handbags and rush to the icebox, letting the cool air wash over them before grabbing a cold drink from it.

Sitting down at the table with a huff, fanning themselves, they find themselves in a companionable silence. It was one of the things they loved most about one another; they could yap for hours about everything and nothing, but could also bask in a slow, gentle quietness, knowing the other was still present in the moment. 

“Gosh, it's stifling,” Jean says, breaking the silence and wafting at herself with yesterday's newspaper. “I couldn't sit there a moment longer. If you looked at the seat of my chair, you'd have thought I'd had some kind of accident! I'm sweating in places I didn't know I could sweat!”

“Ugh,” Jo replies, giggling a little. “I hear ya. The back of my knees are dripping. My knees, for goodness sake!”

The phone rings, startling them both from their complaints, their eyes darting towards the telephone sat upon a small table in the entryway. 

“I've got it!” Jean says, standing slowly so as not to sweat more. “Hello?”

Josephine listens in, scanning the front page of the newspaper Jean had been fanning herself with a few moments before. Shouts of “oh, goodness, you too?” and “what a fabulous idea!” echo from the hallway into the kitchen, Jo’s ears pricking up at every word. “We'd love to! Okay, yes, shall we say around lunchtime? Yes, of course Jo will be there. A friend? Goodness, yes! We can't wait to meet her, Jules…yes, Coney Island, lunchtime. See you then!” 

Jean places the phone back into its holder, rushing back to the table to relay the information to Jo. 

“Jules has a long weekend too! The students were just not getting anything done in this heat, so the principal sent everyone home this morning.”

“Sounds great!” Jo replies, her eyes telling Jean to carry on.

“She says it's the perfect weekend for the beach, and I sure agree. We've been working hard, we deserve to take this long weekend and have fun! She wants to meet us at Coney Island tomorrow afternoon!”

“Oh, a wonderful idea! Especially with Brady being where he is, it'll cheer her up no end. And she's bringing a friend?”

“Yes, a friend from school! Ruthie.”

“I can't wait!”

—

Gripping each other's hands, Jo and Jean push through a crowd as thick as the ongoing heat as they step onto the platform, making sure to keep ahold of their beach bags with their free hands. Shoving slightly, they finally exit the hubbub, glancing around quickly.

“I don't see them,” Jean says, pulling a fan out of her bag and wafting at her face with it. She looks beautifully fresh, forgoing her usual makeup routine and leaving her face mostly bare so as not to deal with melted rouge and smudged mascara. Jo has done the same, hair pinned back in a light scarf, sunglasses covering her bare eyes. 

“Jean! Josephine!” they hear from across the way. There stands Juliet Thompson, hair similarly styled, wrapped in a light dress to cover her swimsuit. Next to her stands a beautiful, tall, dark haired woman, her skin the most beautiful, soft caramel color. 

“Thank goodness we all had the same idea,” Jo mumbles, taking in their beach day outfits as Jean pulls her towards the two girls, squealing as they reach them. 

“I'd say it's been a while,” Juliet says, hugging them both. “But it's barely been a fortnight since our upstate visit!” 

Jo laughs, returning her embrace and once again glancing at her friend. Jean looks as mesmerized at the girl as Jo does, the pair of them blown away by how outstandingly gorgeous she is as she removes her sunglasses to greet Jules’ friends. 

“This is Ruthie! We've been friends since our schooldays. Ruthie, this is Josephine and Jean. Josephine and Jean’s fellas are in the same squadron as Johnny.”

“Hi,” she says meekly, waving nervously. 

“Come on,” Jules urges, starting to push through a new crowd forming at the entrance of the train station. “I need some sun and a few rides on the Tilt-A-Whirl.”

—

“I am not going on that,” Jo protests, nauseous from being tilted too many times on the whirl. After agreeing to take a few rides with Jules, she needed a sit down and a cigarette, her stomach still lurching from the after effects. It flips again, looking up at the tremendously high and dangerous looking Parachute Jump. 

“But it's such a great view of the boardwalk, Jo!” Jules laughs, pointing up.

“I can see it perfectly well from down here, thank you. I'm sure I'll vomit.”

“Fine,” she sighs. “Jean?”

“Go on, then,” she says, gritting her teeth. “I suppose it's something to tell Bing in my next letter. I can show off that I don't get airsick.”

As the pair depart, Jean nervously looking up at the ride with every other step she takes towards it, Jo sits down next to Ruthie. 

“She didn't ask you, girlie.”

“She knows better than to ask me to go on that contraption!” she giggles, looking up and squinting. She shudders, looking at Jo with a huge smile. “Much too high for me. Jules has always had no fear and I was the scaredy-cat.”

“Oh, that's Jean and I,” Jo replies, shaking her head. “I've had a few moments where I'm reading letters from Robert, scared out of my wits for what may happen. But, Jean…she's far more together about each situation. We just–”

“Balance each other out? Jules and I do that, too.”

A moment of silence passes between them, a question on Jo's lips.

“So tell me,” she begins. “Your name. Am I saying it correctly? Ruthie?”

“Yes,” she nods. “My name is actually Ruthvika, but many people seem to have trouble pronouncing that, so since school, I have been Ruthie.”

“Ruthvika,” she murmurs, nodding. “That's so beautiful. That's not hard to pronounce at all. Gosh, people are ridiculous.”

“I wanted to make it easy on people.”

“You'll learn that, with us by your side, you'll never have to do that again. You're Jules’ friend, and by association, one of us. One of the gang. What would you like to be called?”

“I like Vika,” she says, eyes downcast.

“Vika. It's so pretty.”

Jo looks to her left as she sits in the warm sun, The Cyclone in her line of sight. Purely by coincidence that she'd sat there, but she was sure it was her heart leading her there somehow. Her thoughts turn to Robbie: how much she missed him, and how they'd have been here twice, even thrice by now, him poking at her to ride The Cyclone with him and her faking being worn down by him. It didn't ever take much; one look in those pretty blue eyes and she'd say yes to anything.

“You are never getting me on that darn thing again,” Jean scolds, her face the same green as her fan. She turns to Jo and Vika, shaking her head. “That was horrible!” 

“Now you see why I stayed down here with Vika,” Jo laughs, handing Jean her bag. “Come on, let's get the last of the sun!”

“You girls want a picture?” A man calls, having them stand just in front of The Cyclone. 

“Oh, yes please,” Jean says. “We can send one to Robbie and another to Binger.” 

Laughing as they get into position, they place their sunglasses back on their faces as the camera snaps them, huge grins upon their faces.

“Now one of the four of us, for the mantle!” Jean cries, holding her hand out to Ruthie and Jules. “Come on!” 

—

The beach had been heaving when they'd first arrived, deciding to have fun at the fairground and the World of Wax museum, the figures melting in the sweltering heat, the features on the wax slowly dripping off on to the hardwood floor, the girls giggling at a nose plopping off a figure as they left. As the crowds departed, people finally making their way back to the city, the girls finally had some room to lay down their towels on the sand. Jules had grabbed a large parasol from a hut on the beachfront, her and Vika working together to push it into the soft sand at the perfect angle, burying the wooden pole before themselves laying under it. 

“So, Vika,” Jean starts, only needing to be told once of her preferred name. “Do you have a sweetheart?”

“No,” she says, shaking her head. “I'm too busy studying and working for all that at the moment.”

“I see!” Jean replies. “Where do you work?”

“My parents own and run a hotel on the outskirts of the city, so I help them out there.”

“And do you enjoy it?” Jo probes, her eyebrow furrowed as she shades her eyes from the sun. 

“Hm, I guess. I like being able to help my parents with their day.”

“Well then, that's all that matters, doll. As long as you're happy.”

“Have you both heard from the boys?” Jules’ nervous voice calls from the other side of Vika. “Olive wrote me a few days ago, but they haven't had any update either.”

“We have. Just last week, actually. Can you believe it, my husband thinking he's Captain Marvel trying to stay awake for days at a time? Three days he went with no sleep, until he collapsed on the floor.”

“Robbie told us none of this until after the mission, so there's us, chewing our fingernails clean off and hoping for some news- any news! Only to find out it's ‘yes, darling, I'm fine, but by the way, please tell Jean that Harry is sleeping off a coma.”

“Can one sleep off a coma?” Vika asks, giggling. 

“Jury's out on that one, darling,” Jean sighs, laying back down. “Welcome to the madness.”

She hears sniffling, sitting up once again to look at Jules. 

“Oh, Juliet. No need to cry, darling. Here,” she says, digging a handkerchief out of her bag. Dabbing at her eyes, she wraps an arm around her.

“S-sorry,” Jules sniffs out, steadying her breathing. “I know you both must be so worried but…I'd take that over whatever this is.”

“We know,” Jo sighs, walking over and sitting by her friend, stroking her arm. “I have a good feeling this will all be over soon, and he'll be home before you know it.”

"Yeah,” she sighs, exhaling the next sob away. “I just–I just miss him so much. And not being able to hear from him regularly is torture. It's torture.”

“I know. We know. It's so unfair, Jules, we can understand.”

“Hey,” Jean soothes, her hand now on Juliet's face. “Would you feel better if we did not talk about Harry and Robert? We can do that. We want you around but not at the expense of you getting upset.”

“No, no, goodness no,” she says, waving her hand at them dismissively. “I love hearing about them, it's just–”

“You wish he was there with them, not wherever he is,” Vika pipes up, now kneeling behind Jules. “I'm fascinated at how the three of you are coping. I don't know if–”

“Honestly, so am I,” Jean laughs. “But we have each other, and that makes it all worthwhile. And now we have you, and you're a sweetheart. Come on,” she says, pulling Jules up. “Let's get in the water before it turns freezing. Come on, all of us.”

They stand, all clasping each other's hands. The feeling of togetherness overwhelms them suddenly, smiling at one another through this intense emotion. Four girls, all thrown together because of this beastly war are now, somehow, bonded for life. They run, screaming and laughing all the while as they plunge into the cool, blue water, the joy making all of their cheeks glow.

—

“God, I need a drink,” Jean grumbles, throwing her bag on the counter. “I mean, don't people in this city know manners? Decorum? Goodness me. Three times I asked that man to excuse me, please move so I have a little more space.”

“The joys of the subway,” Jo sighs, welcoming Jules and Vika into the house and leaving the door open to let some of the cooler breeze into the house. 

“Jean, may I use your telephone?” Vika asks. “I need to call my mother.”

“Yes, doll, go right ahead. It's on the table in the entry.”

“Thanks. Won't be long.”

She exits, Jean hearing hushed tones from the hall almost immediately after the number is dialed. 

“What do you think of her?” Juliet asks, biting her lip nervously.

“I love her,” Jean replies, collecting supplies from the mirrored liquor cabinet to make her famous martinis for everyone. “She's a sweetheart.”

“She's a darling,” Jo interjects, wiping her brow with a damp washcloth. “So sweet. We had a nice little talk while you two were parachuting.”

“Oh, that darn thing,” Jean cries, jokingly gagging. “Never again. I'm just like my husband. Weak in the stomach!”

The three of them continue chatting, Jean clinking bottles and cups every so often as she mixes the drink before shaking it. 

“Yes, mother,” they hear. “No, mama. I am safe here, they're Juliet's–yes, I know. I can assure you I'm okay and–mhm, yes. I can take a cab and get the train…”

“Excuse me, ladies,” Jean says, making her way to the hall. As she approaches Vika, she holds her hand out to hold the phone. “May I?” she says, Vika nodding as her eyes begin to fill with tears. 

“Mrs Patel,” she begins. “Mrs Jean Crosby here. Uh-huh, I can sure understand your worries, Mrs Patel. But, she is quite safe here with us and I don't feel terribly comfortable about her leaving my house in a cab and then being at the station at this time of night. Yes, ma'am, she's just grand here…”

Ruthie looks on astonished as Mrs Crosby plainly lays it all out over the phone: she would be spending the night here, with her new friends. 

“Thank you, Mrs Patel. Goodbye!” She places the phone back in its cradle with a triumphant smile. “There, all settled. Would you like a martini?”

“Never had one,” she replies.

“Well then, it's your lucky day!” Jean says, ushering her back into the kitchen.

“Everything okay?” Jules asks, her face etched with concern. 

“Yes!” Vika replies brightly. “Jean spoke with my mother.”

“Oh, wow. And you can stay?”

“I can. I was also promised my first martini.”

“Jean, weaken hers a little for goodness sake. She'll be blown away if she has it the same strength as us for her first one!”

“Don't worry,” Jean says reassuringly. “I'll add some extra ice to Vika’s.”

—

In a giggly, tipsy mess, the girls had decided to camp in the living room, leaving the windows opened wide. The temperature had dropped, if only a little, letting a deliciously cool breeze into the house, the four of them finally able to breathe deeply and dry off. It made setting up the impromptu slumber party much easier: Vika and Jules were top and tail on the couch, and Jean and Jo had dragged mattresses downstairs to sleep on, Jean pulling hers from the guest room. Shrieks of “pivot! No, thatta way!” had sent Vika and Jules into cackling messes, intent on getting up to help them but their hysterical laughter stopping them in their tracks. 

“Hey, Jo,” Jules asks. “How did you and Robbie meet? I don't think I've ever asked.”

“Oh,” she giggles, already blushing. “We met many years ago now. It wasn't until he enlisted and was sent away for training that I–we realized…”

“Realized what?” Vika asks, her tone a little louder from the alcohol.

“Well, that we're in love. Terrible timing, I know, but we don't seem to follow the same path as anyone else.”

“I think it's sweet,” Jean pipes up, sleepily. The alcohol was for sure getting to her, her voice low and slow. “Least he's not distracted and forgetting about you. I suppose that happens, only being married for two weeks before you're sent off into war for years. You forget.”

“Oh, Jean,” Josephine soothes, patting her hand in the dark. “Don't be saying that.”

“You've seen the letters, Jo,” she replies, her voice tight. “Mine are full of love, desperately missing him and his are…” she pauses, not quite able to find the words. “Jeez, look at me,” she sniffs. “Sorry, girls. Not usually like this.”

“No need to apologize,” Vika says, trying her best to make eye contact with her, the room being lit only by the silver moon. “Thank you for letting me come along today. This has been one of the best days I've ever had.”

“I'm glad, doll,” Jo replies, her own eyes growing heavy. “I'm also glad Jean gave your mom what for.”

“I didn't give her what for!” Jean replies in mock outrage. “Just set her straight.”

“It was great,” Vika giggles, snuggling down further in her blanket. 

“I'm so happy we've all taken to each other. All thrown together because of this godforsaken war that's taken so much from us,” Jules chimes in.

“That's true. But you know what it can't take away? This. Friendship.”

[mafuluzx]

AHHH I love your Wattpad FICS they bring so much joy 💖💖

Idk if your still doing request or not but can I request jay x male reader where the readers comforting jay after he got hurt during a battle ( reader is also a ninja please)

And I'll probs ask one for kai later if you don't mind

Have a lovely day/night

AHH THAT'S SO NICE TO HEAR!!!! I PUT ALL THE FLUFF IN MY HEART TO THIS!!! I think I succeeded. :3 It's a little short, but I believe quality > quantity, so this is it for now. I'm also very sorry I posted this so late, I have no good explanation, my dumb brain just forgot tumblr existed or something! I'm so sorry!

WARNING! Needles, I know people who can't handle needles so I'll put a warning about it here!

Jay x male reader oneshot!

Takes place in some of the newer seasons.

Comfort

"...It hurts... Am I going to die...?" Jay let out weakly as he laid his head on (y/n)'s lap.

"No you aren't, silly." (y/n) answered with a calm voice and a comforting smile as he brushed through Jay's hair with his fingers.

"...Am I going to-"

"Jay, ask the same question ONE MORE TIME, and I'm leaving." Kai scoffed as Jay glared at him with tears in his eyes.

"But it hurts!!!" Shouted at Kai before recoiling in pain. (y/n) placed a hand on Jay's cheek comfortingly before trying to soothe the blue ninja with a small "There, there..." Kai rolled his eyes before continuing to sanitize the stab wound on Jay's stomach. Three hours ago, the team were actually worried if Jay would die or not, but thankfully the lightning ninja was tougher than the spear that had pierced through his body a few hours ago.

"It'll only hurt for a bit." (y/n) said as Kai pulled out a needle and thread, ready to stitch Jay's wound closed. Upon noticing the small and sharp object, Jay tensed up and looked up at (y/n).

"Why is Kai helping me?! By the time he stitches this wound up I'll have ten more on me!" Jay raised his voice as Kai glared at him.

"I can still hear you. Ugh, I don't know why i'm here either." Kai said before gently pushing the needle through Jay's skin. Jay gripped your hand tight as you squeezed his hand back just as tightly. Jay looked like he was about to die any second now, tears of pain gathering in the corners of his eyes, so (y/n) couldn't help but feel really bad for him.

"...I'm done." Kai finally said as Jay let out the biggest sigh in existence.

"Thank you, Kai. I didn't trust my own skills enough to treat to a wound this big, I'm glad you did it for me." (y/n) thanked Kai in Jay's stead. Kai rubbed his neck bashfully and nodded before hurrying to leave. He had to get back to the deck to talk about the teams next move, but Jay had to rest under the deck due to his wound, and he had forced (y/n) to stay with him. There was a long silence as (y/n) pet Jay's hair, and the blue ninja laid perfectly still and accepted the treatment.

"...I love you." Jay suddenly said as (y/n) chuckled a bit.

"I love you too." He said back as Jay smiled hopefully.

"Can you make me something to eat?" Jay asked as (y/n) chuckled again, before pinching Jay's cheek.

"Ahaha, don't get ahead of yourself. I'm only babying you because you got hurt. And you are in no condition to sit up, much less eat anything."

"You're so cold!" Jay sniffled as (y/n) sighed and continued brushing through his hair.

"I thought you loved me?" (y/n) questioned Jay.

"I do, but you know what I mean!" Jay said and tried to stretch his body, but it only ended up sending a shot of pain through him, and he dug his nails into his arms to relieve the pain. (y/n) quickly swatted the hand away.

"...I'll cook you something tomorrow, how about that?" (y/n) offered after a small silence. Jay's eyes lit up, but he didn't move.

"Really?! Yay!" Jay celebrated before continuing.

"Can you bake a cake?" He asked as (y/n) chuckled.

"Cole can bake a better cake than I." They both knew what level Cole's cooking was on, so Jay gave up the idea almost instantly. He frowned and sunk his head into (y/n)'s lap.

"Come on now, don't sulk." (y/n) said, but got no answer from Jay. (y/n) rolled his eyes before speaking once again.

"How about egg rolls? With any fillings you'd like." Jay turned his head just a little so he was looking into (y/n)'s eyes, before burying himself back in his boyfriend's lap with a:

"Yes, please."

[itjazzbicch]

Our Futures

Pairing: Obito Uchiha x Fem Reader 

First time writing for Obito so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Finally accomplishing his dream of becoming Hokage and having a night of partying with Kakashi and the reader, the reader makes sure he's ready for his big day, gifting him with something special...

(Thought this would be a fun, sweet fic because Obito deserved better 😭)

Warnings:  N/A

Word Count: 1.4k 

"I-I'm g-gonna be H-Hokage, don't you know?!"

"Y/N," Kakashi sighed, helping me take a drunk Obito back home, "I told you taking him out for sake was a bad idea."

"You're a bad idea! Stupid Kakashi," Obito murmured, shooing his arm away and hugging me, "At least Y/N isn't a party pooper."

"Kakashi, you know he's going to be super busy after tomorrow. What will a night of a little partying hurt, huh?"

If anything, I was getting a good laugh out of all of this, keeping my arm around Obito as we were making it to his house.

"It'll make him even later than he already will be tomorrow, I know that much," Kakashi mumbled under his breath, Obito hearing and snapping sloppily:

"You're just jealous that I'm gonna be Hokage and you're not!"

"There's no other shinobi who can take your spot, Obito, alright?" Getting the door open and guiding him inside, I cooed to him softly to calm him, "Now, let's get you a glass of water and into bed. You have a super big day tomorrow."

"Please make sure that he isn't late tomorrow?" Kakashi whispered to me as we watched Obito go to his bedroom, hearing the massive plop of his body crashing into his bed.

"Don't worry, he won't be," I assured, getting a glass of water for Obito, "Even if I have to drag him up there, I will."

"Thank you," Kakashi had faith in me as usual, waving as he was leaving, "Goodnight."

"See you tomorrow," I waved back, glass in hand, and going to find Obito, who was curled in bed, hugging his pillow and snoring away.

After everything we had all seen and experienced throughout our lives, seeing him just a night away from accomplishing his lifelong dream, even if he had been drunk and a bit annoying from it, I'd never been so happy.

Placing the glass down on the nightstand, I covered him up with his blanket carefully, fixing his ruffled hair, and adding a soft kiss to the top of his head:

"Sweet dreams, Lord Hokage."

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"Ugh! The sun," In the kitchen preparing breakfast, I could hear Obito's groans, then a massive thud.

"Obito?!" Thank goodness I had just finished up, rushing into his room to find him on the floor, rubbing his head and groaning with a pout on his face, "Are you alright?"

"How much did I drink last night?" He yawned, taking my hand as I helped him to his feet.

"A lot," I sighed, holding him next to me as he stretched and yawned, guiding him to the couch, "But it's alright. Some water and a good breakfast should help."

"And sleep," Yawning more, he tried to lay down on the couch, which made me shake my head and scold him:

"You officially become Hokage today! You can't go back to sleep."

"Crap! You're right! What time is it?!" He sat up quickly, looking around to try and find the clock, holding his head, obviously dizzy from his hangover.

"Calm down, we still have time," Heading to the kitchen, I brought his breakfast and water, "So, take your time eating. I'll go get your clothes ready."

Smiling tiredly down at his colorful and hearty breakfast, I heard him whisper:

"You're too good to me, Y/N."

There was no fighting the bright smile that popped onto my face, kissing the top of his head before I went off to his room:

"Eat up. I'll be right back."

Not only getting his outfit for the day ready, but I also made his bed and straightened up his bedroom, seeing him come back once he was done eating.

"Your clothes are right here," I patted them on the edge of his bed and handed him a towel, "I'm gonna go do the dishes and when you're done, we'll go."

"It's alright Y/N-"

"Ah! Ah!" I interrupted, playing around as a bopped his nose, "It's your big, special day and I'm making sure it goes perfectly. Now, shower."

He only smiled at me, nodding before he went off to take a shower and I cleaned the kitchen. The timing was perfect, drying my hands as he came out, ready and a lot less hungover than before.

"You ready?" I smiled as I jumped next to him, holding his hand.

His face turned as red as a tomato, stumbling on his word, "B-Born ready-y."

"Let's go then!" Skipping and grabbing the door, this day was already perfect.

Not only was Obito accomplishing his dreams, but he was also the first Uchiha to become Hokage, making our way to the office and everyone who saw us waving and congratulating him. It was amazing how the village acknowledged him.

"What would you know? Obito has finally made it to an important event on time," Kakashi was waiting for us at the door that led to the roof, where the ceremony would begin.

"Shut it, Kakashi. I woke up, had breakfast, and showered all on my own. No hangover or anything!" These two were something else, unable to hold back my giggles as Kakashi already knew:

"I'm sure you fell out of bed, Y/N made you breakfast, and made sure that you showered."

"Ugh, so what? I'm here on time, ain't I?"

"Alright, boys," I giggled, ending their bickering, "The ceremony is about to begin."

"Ready, Obito?" Kakashi got the door, but before Obito could answer, I said quickly:

"You can go ahead, Kakashi. I need a moment with him. Please?"

Obito's eye darted over to me quickly, Kakashi curious but respecting my wishes:

"Don't take too long."

Once Kakashi was out of sight, Obito watched my every move as I went to grab a box, asking shyly:

"What is it, Y/N?"

"There's just something that I want you to have before you go out there," I smiled brightly, presenting the box to him as he stared at it, "Open it."

Carefully, he opened the box, gasping softly at the sight of the Uchiha crest, taking the soft, white fabric to see his very own Hokage robe, flames at the bottom to honor our sensei too.

"I made it myself," I smiled, beyond happy with his reaction, completely in awe while he put it on.

"You did?!" Moving all around to look at it, he was in love, smiling, "This is incredible!"

"I want you to know how proud I am of you, Obito," I said more softly, setting the box aside to hug him, arms wrapped around his neck and cooing, "I know you're going to be the best Hokage this village has ever seen. I don't care what anyone thinks or says. I just know it."

"Thank you," He whispered, arms squeezing around me as he admitted, "I wouldn't have gotten this far without you."

"Oh nonsense," Picking up my head to meet his gaze, I caressed the scarred side of his face softly, "You never give up, even after all the hard things you've faced, never giving in or giving up is what got you here."

His eye started to gloss over, growing teary-eyed, only wanted to make the day as special as I could by reaching into my satchel and taking his hand, placing the old goggles that he had as a kid in his hand.

"Y-You've had these?"

"Yeah, ever since that day," I whispered, fighting some tears of my own while recalling that horrible memory, "But I always thought you were so adorable when you wore those, and that it would show how far you've come."

All he could do was hug me, tighter than ever and I swore that I could feel the happiness between us, giving him one last gift by tilting his chin so he'd face me, kissing him softly. Time froze around us, lips tender, but pressing a little harder before I had to let him go:

"It's your time to shine, Obito. They're all waiting for you."

"R-Right," My kiss obviously flustered him, giggling quietly as his back turned and slapped himself, mumbling, "Get it together, Obito."

Heading up the stairs, the Uchiha crest and red flames facing me, I knew that this was a beginning of an era, one that we once thought that we could only dream of, but as Obito's head turned to me, flashing his smiled that I loved, I knew that our futures were bright and never again would I have to worry about him not being there to see it. 

[cainluvr69]

Surely, We Can Make Miracles Chapter 22

Previous Chapter

Arthur: Shylock…!

Shylock: Very well done, Murr, Prince Arthur.

Arthur: I'm glad you're not hurt…! Now we just need to remove these restraints…

Murr: Wait!

Shylock: …ugh…!

Arthur: …! I'm so sorry!

Murr: Looks like the restraints are designed to damage their captive if anything is done to them. Balthazar is pretty infatuated with you, so I don't think it'll hurt you enough to kill you. Plus, we're low on time. Good thing you're great at putting up with this kind of stuff, right?

Shylock: Could you have a few more reservations about this, perhaps?

Arthur: I can't let your dear friend Murr do this to you. I'll do it.

Shylock: Prince Arthur…

Murr: Aww, you're such a good kid.

Arthur: I apologize in advance, Shylock. <Pernoctant…>

???: Stop…!

Arthur: …?!

Shylock: …It's you…

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Borda Island Youth: Everything's going great, Miss Natalie! There's a mob on the castle's doorstep, and it's too big to be ignored. There's no way they'll keep on letting the wizards have their market now. Thank goodness those weird incidents kept happening, with a dragon showing up, too. The seafood crackers we got that wizard from the Town of Foam to make did great work, too…

Natalie: You're being too loud. Just leave it at that. Kick up too much of a fuss, and the powers that be are going to start cracking down on things. We won't be able to buy the land we'd be able to otherwise.

Borda Island Youth: S-sorry.

Natalie: For crying out loud… We already have arrangements with several nobles to use that land for their island villas. But that meddling little lord just had to butt in… If the wizards' market is allowed to become permanent, all the land and residencies we've worked so hard to acquire will be rendered pointless. I want another order of this.

Borda Island Youth: Miss Natalie, aren't you eating a little too much?

Natalie: It's fine. It's not like I can drink right now.

Borda Island Youth: Not even a single glass? I know this little bar with a great view.

Natalie: Don't be stupid. No one will trust the flattery of a woman who smells of alcohol.

Borda Island Youth: I mean, I would. You're a real beauty, Miss Natalie.

Natalie: Fufu.

Borda Island Youth: If our plan works out, we're gonna get hitched and buy a house somewhere, right?

Natalie: Yeah, sure.

Borda Island Youth: Hehe! Then I'll work hard! Since I'm thinking about it, though, I wonder why that dragon showed up.

Natalie: No clue. If we could make sure it wouldn't actually come close to the island, it'd make for a good tourist attraction. Well, I'm stuffed. Time to get back to work.

Borda Island Youth: You sure are a hard worker.

Natalie: This is nothing more than me valuing the prep work. It's all so that when dawn breaks tomorrow, no one on the island will ever want to see another wizard's face ever again.

Borda Island Youth: Should I go with you?

Natalie: No, no need. You drank some alcohol, didn't you?

Borda Island Youth: Haha… You caught me.

Natalie: I'll be off, then.

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Borda Island Resident: What is it? What's going on?

Natalie: Oh, things are terrible. What can we do?

Borda Island Resident: Do you know what's going on, lady?

Natalie: There's a group of adults outside the castle, demanding the lord think of the island's children and put a stop to the wickedness of the wizards around here.

Borda Island Resident: That's pretty big… Did something happen?

Natalie: Wizards in the market distributed poisoned snacks and summoned a dragon to the outskirts of the island.

Borda Island Resident: A dragon?! Damn, I wish I could've seen that… Could you see it from here?

Natalie: Yes. It seems like they were planning on kidnapping children in the uproar.

Borda Island Resident: Holy shit!

Natalie: Right? And yet our wizard-loving lord isn't doing a thing about it…

Borda Island Resident: She's not doing anything but screwing us all over!

Natalie: Things just can't stay the way they are right now. Someone needs to do something. Maybe even someone as reliable as you…?

Borda Island Resident: Y…you're right! I'm gonna try to get the guys to hear me out about this one.

Natalie: Good luck. … Hehe…

Owen: Wow.

Natalie: …!

Owen: Looks like a pretty fun game.

Natalie: A game? Whose children are you talking about, playing this late?

Owen: I'm talking about you.

Natalie: …

Owen: I think it's fun, too. Let's talk. I'm sure we can get along.

Natalie: It's quite nice hearing that from someone as lovely as you…

Owen: I know, right.

Natalie: Do you want something from me?

Owen: Sure. What do you think it is? I could feel your intentions all over town. You know that everyone's just pretending to go along with you while laughing at you behind your back, right? So I'm here to watch you make a fool of yourself.

Natalie: … …What are you talking about?

Owen: I said, I'm talking about you. You're the one telling them the right way to jump into Hell. You know what I'm talking about, right?

Natalie: …If you want to talk with me, we should do it over drinks. Everyone's in such a tizzy this evening, the bars should be nice and empty. My boyfriend just broke up with me, so maybe you can help me feel a little less lonely…? (Heh… It should be easy enough to win over a young man like this…) (You just can't get enough of how vulnerable I look, can you?) (And his two-colored eyes are so beautiful, too…) (I think I met another young man with the same color eyes earlier this afternoon, didn't I…?) (I need to look up and make sure he's not the same man. I think I've got him wrapped around my finger enough by now…) …?!

Natalie?: …

Natalie: …Huh?! What?! You're…me?! There's another me…?!

Natalie?: Hey, don't you want to talk to me?

Natalie: What are you talking about…?! Who are you?!

Natalie?: If you don't want to talk to me, I guess I'll just have to find someone else to have fun with instead.

Natalie: …?! You're floating?! Are you a wizard…?!

Natalie?: Heeeey, listen! I was the one who was handing out the magic snacks in the market today. It was so much fun watching you all run around like idiots!

Borda Island Resident: What's going on?! There's a woman floating in the air…!

Borda Island Resident: Wait, I've seen that lady before. I thought she was human, but she was really a witch?

Borda Island Resident: Even if she is a witch, she's not one from our island! I've never seen her before!

Natalie: Wait…! Stop it…! I'm not going to be able to keep working like this!

Natalie?: Ahaha! Come on, panic more! I want to see more and more chaos!

Natalie: I said knock it off…!

Borda Island Youth: Miss Natalie, what's going on?!

Natalie: Tch…! We need to go! We can't do any more business here!

Borda Island Youth: Huh?!

Borda Island Resident: Hey now. Just what did you mean by that?!

Natalie: Shut up! Get out of my way…!

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Mitile: Look over there! There's a bunch of people!

Riquet: Ah…! The person in the middle of them all is the woman I talked to earlier!

Mitile: The one who was making everyone panic more, right?

Riquet: Yes! …But something seems a bit odd here… There seems to be…two of her…?

Mitile: Huh… The crowd of people looks like it's starting to break up…? The whole fuss looks like it's starting to calm down…

Riquet: You're right…

Mitile: Thank goodness! I'm glad no one will have to call the guards about it. If things aren't going to get any more worked up than this here in the market, then… That means the crowd at the castle gate won't get bigger, either.

Riquet: You're right… Let's go back and tell Nero and Dr. Figaro.

Mitile: Yeah!

Riquet: (Something really does feel different about her from earlier, though…)

Mithra: <Arthim>

Mitile & Riquet: Wah…!

Mithra: Oh, good. I can collect you both at the same time. Where's Rutile?

Mitile: He went down to the bottom of the sea to save Leno…

Mithra: The bottom of the sea?!

Mitile: Yeah, so that they could defeat the Northern wizard Balthazar…

Mithra: Defeat a Northern wizard?! I think I feel faint…

Riquet: Are you alright? I can rub your head for you.

Mithra: I need to bring him back… Oh, but first, I need to make sure Mitile is tucked away somewhere safe…

Mitile: Wa--wait a second! The Sage gave me a favor to ask you!

Mithra: A favor for the Sage…?

Mitile: Yes! After we finish baking torta di cocco, you need to bring it with you!

Mithra: I do…? Do I…need to bake it, too? Because let me tell you, no one's ever asked me to do that before. I mean, I'll do it, but.

Riquet: The first time you bake something, it might not rise properly. That happened to me when I tried.

Mithra: Huh? I can rise just fine.

Mitile: Ah, wait, sorry! No, you don't have to bake anything! You just need to wait for it to finish baking.

Mithra: What? But that's so easy. Anyway, let us return to the castle. <Arthim>

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Akira: Figaro…!

Figaro: Master Sage, Oz…!

Akira: We have the cintamani stone! You can save Snow and White with this, right?!

Figaro: Yes…! Thank you so much, Master Sage, Oz.

Oz: Will you succeed?

Figaro: Just who do you think you're asking? They'll be fine. I'll save them.

Oz: …

Akira: Oz?

Oz: … …I cannot feel White's presence…

Figaro: …Remember, that's Lord Snow's job. Just believe in him.

Oz: Yes. Figaro. Take some of my blood.

Figaro: …You sure?

Oz: Yes.

Figaro: Thanks, that's a real help.

Oz: I am trusting the twins will be safe in your care.

Figaro: And I'm trusting the Sage will be safe in yours. Master Sage, are you planning on meeting with the sea dragon?

Akira: …That's the plan, yeah.

Figaro: Alright. If that dragon finds out that I'm planning on saving the twins and comes here to do something about it, I'm going to kill it. I'm not going to ask you to forgive me for that. But… I did want to apologize in advance, Master Sage. I'm sorry I couldn't only do kind things for you.

Akira: … No… I'm sorry too, Figaro…I'm putting everyone through so much trouble…

Figaro: …Master Sage…

Oz: …

Figaro: …What's that face for? I'm not trying to make them cry or anything. I'm always doing my best to keep from hurting them, but things end up like this anyways.

Oz: I know you are. Do your best.

Figaro: "Do your best"?

Oz: We are leaving, Sage.

Akira: …Okay…

Oz: <Vox Nox>

Figaro: … Thank goodness, Lord Snow… I will be able to save you… I can make an antidote with the stone…

Mithra: <Arthim> Where's the torta di cocco?

Mitile: Dr. Figaro! We found Mithra!

Riquet: Things seem to be okay in town, too!

Figaro: Welcome back. You just missed the Sage, sadly.

Mithra & Mitile & Riquet: Huh?

Figaro: Look. They brought me the cintamani stone.

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Natalie?: I thought the people of this island would lose their cool and kick up a fuss, and what do you know? They did. You all look so stupid.

Borda Island Resident: Shut up!

Natalie?: You shut up.

Borda Island Resident: Excuse me?! …Damn, you're a cruel bitch! You think we'll let you mess with us?!

Natalie?: Hmph… …It's a good thing I gathered up the rest of those seafood crackers in the market and found their real source. What a pain. It would've been easier to just tear everything here down instead. It was pretty great forcing Bradley to eat a ton of them, though. Hehe… That was fun. … Cain's eye… …What's he doing right now? …I can sense other wizards, and… …And a sea dragon…? Tch… For crying out loud…

Borda Island Resident: Woah… The woman who was just standing here suddenly disappeared! Was she a wizard…?

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Nero: It's gonna be fine, Dianne. Y'just gotta show your face and talk to 'em, and the mob outside the castle gates will start settlin' down.

Castle Servant: Your Highness, ah, err, your Lordship, we will all protect you with our lives…

Dianne: I fear neither blade nor arrow!

Castle Servant: O-of course, my apologies.

Nero: Hey, simmer down a little. Can y'tell me what you are scared of?

Dianne: E… Everything…

Nero: Well, I feel ya there. Tellin' lies like that is a good way to support yourself, though. How about I say I'm actin' as your substitute, and…

Dianne: Absolutely not! As the lord of this castle, I must be the one who carries out my duties…

Nero: Then sorry, but I gotta make you go out 'n do 'em.

Dianne: …But I'm scared…

Nero: Man, there's no end to this.

Dianne: …sniff…

Nero: Ah, sorry… I went too far…

Dianne: …wahhhh…!

Castle Servant: Your Highness…! Your Highness…!!

Nero: See, it's gonna be fine, like I keep sayin'! You've got amazing charisma!

Castle Guard: Your Lordship, we have a problem! The castle gates are on the verge of breaking…!

Nero: What?! Didn't you guys tell us the crowd was gettin' smaller?

Castle Guard: W-well, all of a sudden, they've started acting like a well-trained army… It seems like someone capable of directing them has appeared. They seem to have outstanding leadership capabilities…

Nero: (Did a higher up from the merchants' guild show up?) Gotcha. I'll go check things out.

Dianne: Nero…

Nero: Don't worry. I'll be back in just a sec.

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Bradley: Hell yeah, brothers! Keep it up! You're all doin' great!

Borda Island Residents: Yeahhhh…!

Borda Island Resident: Mister Bradley! We've got more logs!

Bradley: Sick. Let's get 'em passed to the head of the crowd and break those gates down. Y'guys hear that?! We're gonna count down and all work together now! We're just gonna go one, two, three, got it? Let's go!

Borda Island Residents: Yeahhhh…!

Bradley: One, two, three…!

Borda Island Residents: Uwoooghhh…!

Bradley: Hell yeah! One more time! One, two, three…!

Borda Island Residents: Uwoooghhh…!

Bradley: Damn, you guys rock! One, two, three…!

Nero: …

Bradley: Yo, Nero! I was feelin' pissed off and wanderin' around the island when I heard people were attackin' the castle! Figured I'd give 'em a hand. By the time the sun rises, that castle's gonna be mine, baby! Hey, once it's mine, you should make me somethin' tasty to eat. How's that sound? Wanna help out?

Nero: Boss, can I have a sec?

Bradley: Huh?! Uh, yeah, sure…

Nero: Sorry, comin' through.

Borda Island Resident: Mister Bradley?!

Bradley: Keep goin'! We got a good thing going here!

Borda Island Residents: Yessir…!

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Nero: 'Kay, just need you to stand here…

Bradley: Like this?

Nero: I want you to do some work on this side, too.

Bradley: This side? You tellin' me I should be protectin' the castle instead?

Nero: Yep.

Bradley: C'mon, man. You really think I'm gonna help the establishment instead of tearin' it down?

Nero: Man, shut up. Things are already complicated enough as it is without you shovin' your face in them. The local lord's already plannin' on comin' out and givin' a public apology to everyone so we can wrap things up lickety-split.

Bradley: So why ain't she standin' here and doin' that, then? This is the best place for lookin' over the castle gate and below, ain't it? So where is she?

Nero: She's terrified, that's why. She's brand new to the whole role, so of course she is.

Bradley: Hell, of course a newbie's gonna get scared. Ain't she got anyone to kick her ass into gear?

Nero: Well…

Bradley: If there's no one, I can do it.

Nero: Hey…

Bradley: Just leave it to me, partner.

Nero: Hey, wait! Brad! You're gonna come on way too strong for her! Dammit, listen to me, Brad…!

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Nero: Uh, lemme introduce you… This is my…friend, Brad…ley…

Dianne: …

Bradley: Yo.

Dianne: Who is he…?

Nero: He's another of the Sage's wizards…

Bradley: I'm a Northern wizard and convict.

Dianne: …A convict…

Bradley: Thanks for the food this afternoon. Can't say it was any good, though. Sayin' that made Nero really throw a fit, though.

Dianne: Ah… I… Please let me apologize for that… I was the reason that happened. I was the one who threw the castle staff into chaos, and they were simply trying to move according to my whims.

Nero: Dianne…

Bradley: Heh. You've got a better look on your face than you did this afternoon. C'mon. Walk with me.

Dianne: Wh-where to…?

Nero: Hey, Brad…

Bradley: We're just gonna be throwin' some shit out.

Dianne: Such as? What are we throwing out? I-I… All I can do is keep asking you things. Do I seem stupid to you?

Bradley: Why would you? The ones who actually ask people about what they don't know are the smart ones. Brave, too.

Dianne: …

Bradley: We're gonna go toss that fear of yours in the trash. I'll teach you how.

Dianne: …O…okay…

Nero: Brad!

Bradley: Yo.

Nero: I'm countin' on you. Don't let me down.

Bradley: Yeah.

Nero: Hey, Dianne, if he tries to pull anything, just use some pepper…

Dianne: Pepper?

Bradley: Man, don't listen to him.

Nero: …Jeez… But, well… He's always been reliable at times like this.

Riquet: Nero! The torta di cocco is almost done!

Nero: Gotcha! Mithra's here too, right? I'll come to the kitchen right now.

Riquet: Where's Dianne?

Nero: She'll be okay. I had to go through a pretty similar rite of passage m'self.

Riquet: Huh?

Nero: Oh, uh… What about you, are you okay? Are you scared?

Riquet: No. I'm feeling just fine!

Nero: Good t' hear. Why's that?

Riquet: Because I have you and so many others watching over me.

Nero: …

Riquet: Let's go, Nero!

Nero: Yeah!

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Figaro: Now, to make the antidote… <Possideo> … Lord Snow… Lord White… … The antidote's been properly refined… I only need to collect as much as Lord Snow needs to drink… And then I'll save him. So please, just hold on until then, Lord Snow…

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Lennox?: …

Faust: What's wrong…? He stopped moving all of a sudden…

Lennox?: …!

Faust: …?!

Heathcliff: How is he doing…?! He looks just like the mermaids under Balthazar's control right now.

Shino: Heath! Focus on the circle!

Heathcliff: S-sorry!

Lennox?: …!

Faust: (What's going on?! His eyes are hollow, and he's attacking in a pattern.) (And he's not saying anything…) (Has Balthazar's control over Leno weakened?) …Leno…! Leno, it's me…!

Lennox?: …

Faust: (He stopped!) Le…

Lennox?: …!

Faust: …ghh…!

Heathcliff: …Mr. Faust…!

Shino: He stabbed Leno's key into Faust's shoulder…!

Faust: …gh, I'm fine…! Focus on the circle…

Heathcliff: Understood!

Faust: …gh… (Lennox…)

Lennox?: …

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Shylock: It's you…

Balthazar: …

Arthur: …A wizard that's only a head…?

Murr: No… Not just a head… His skull's wrapped up in crystal. He's connected to a huge piece of abyssal jade. It's pretty rare. I've never seen this much in one place. It can only do so much, but abyssal jade can give eternal life. It's amazing seeing it get used like this…

Balthazar: Don't touch me!

Murr: Hey, did you make this?

Balthazar: …Haha… You really think I'd make something in such poor taste as this? You think I'd tie myself to these rocks, forced to live in such a wretched state…

Murr: Hey, those "rocks" are precious gemstones! Abyssal jade is super valuable. Someone's lovingly keeping you alive. It's probably that dragon, huh?

Balthazar: …You're right.

Murr: He must like you a whoooole lot!

Shylock: Balthazar… …So you did turn to stone when you sank Adams Island. Or rather, you should have.

Arthur: You mean, that dragon saved him…?

Balthazar: …That's correct… I was kept alive without my knowledge after the island sank. According to Hwylryn, I slept for a very, very long time. But… I felt <the Great Calamity's> power, and my eyes opened again on a night illuminated by moonlight.

Shylock: …So you awoke because <the Great Calamity> drew close…

Balthazar: And yet, I was still only half awake… What finally woke me up was the sensation of Oz and another Northern wizard and the intense anger I felt from them. I swore an oath. I would acquire a body that would let me move freely, and I would have my revenge on Oz.

Arthur: So that's why you've been capturing people and beheading them…

Balthazar: Correct. But though I could join my head to their bodies with magic, it was never long before they…stopped working. But this latest one was so excellent…

Murr: Hey, Balthazar. This is just a suggestion, but. I can make a body for you. So can you let Shylock and Lennox go?

Balthazar: …You will make my body?

Murr: Sure. And then you can get up to all the vengeance you want.

Arthur: …

Balthazar: Can you really do such a thing? Shylock. Who is this person?

Shylock: …

Balthazar: Shylock.

Murr: I'm Murr!

Balthazar: …Murr… Murr…?!

Arthur: Wh-why are you getting angry?!

Murr: Shyyyylock! What did you tell him about me?!

Shylock: I spoke nothing but the truth.

Balthazar: I'll turn all of you to stone here and now! <Mare Praeda>!

Arthur: Murr, back me up! <Pernoctant Nixzo>!

Murr: <Eanul Lambru>!

Balthazar: … Get out of my sight, you worms!

Arthur: …That didn't work at all!

Murr: That's a Northern wizard for you.

Arthur: We need to hurry, or else Cain and the others will…

Balthazar: <Mare Praeda>!

Arthur & Murr: …!

Shylock: Watch out…!

Murr: …We're not going to be able to get close to Shylock like this!

Arthur: I'll draw his attention! You take care of Shylock!

Murr: Arthur?!

Arthur: Balthazar! I am Arthur Granvelle! Disciple of the Great Wizard Oz!

Balthazar: … Oz's disciple, you say…? Fascinating! I'll eat your stone and tell Oz how it tastes!

Arthur: Oh, but can you? Lord Oz's lightning is much faster than you are. Just try and catch me!

Balthazar: Hold still…!

Shylock & Murr: …

Murr: Let's hurry.

Shylock: Yes, let's. Should anything happen to Prince Arthur, Oz will turn us both to stone. Please pay no mind to my agony while you break these restraints.

Murr: Gotcha! Count down from three!

Shylock: Three…

Murr: <Eanul Lambru>!

Shylock: …gh!

Murr: Aaaand they're off! How was it? Did you pass out?

Shylock: …Why… Why didn't you wait until I'd finished counting down?

Murr: There's a theory that catching someone off guard with something icky causes less mental strain than letting them anticipate something.

Shylock: And who came up with this theory?

Murr: Me.

Shylock: Please record in your paper that I solemnly disagree. Let us be off.

Murr: Okay!

Next Chapter

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Christmas Eve and you ask sam to be your girlfriend

My point of view

It's my favorite favorite favorite favorite time of the year!! (Besides my birthday of course hehe). I just got done wrapping a present for Chad, Anika, Mindy, and Tara. And a present for Gale, Sydney, and Kirby.

I put my present for Sam under the tree as well. Ooh! I see some presents for me already!! I see Tara putting a present for me under the tree. "Is that a present for meeeeeee?" I asked.

Tara laughed. "Yeah. But I'm not gonna tell you what is! You gotta wait til tomorrow!" Tara says to me.

"Ugh! Fine!" I said jokingly.

"Come on", said Tara. "Let's go help set up the table". she said to me.

"Do i have to?" I said.

I see Sam walking into the living room putting a Christmas present under the tree.

"It'll take 2 seconds". Said Tara.

"1, 2". I said.

Tara gave you this look.

O_o

"What?" I said. "You did say two seconds". I said.

"Not literally!" Said Tara.

Sam laughed. "(Y/n) will you please help Tara set the table? If you do I have a slice of your favorite cake i will give to you for dessert. Carrot cake". She said.

I smiled. "I do love carrot cake! Okay Tara. I will help you".

Tara smiled.

"Thank you". Sam said to you.

After helping Tara set the table she asked "Is tonight gonna be the night you ask my sister to be your girlfriend?" She asked. she smiled.

I squealed. "Im gonna ask her to be my girlfriend tonight!" I said.

"Awww! You are??!" Tara asked me.

"Yes!" I smiled.

No ones point of view

After everyone ate dinner and had dessert we came up with our own talent show. Chad didnt wanna admit he cant sing but very very badly he sang a song that is about Tara. Anika and Mindy were falling asleep. And that means tou go last.

You stood uo and stood in front of everyone. You were nervous. Soooooo nervous!! But this your chance now! Your time! Your time to tell Sam the woman you're in love with how you feel about her.

"Sam", you said. "This song is dedicated to you". You played the song you were working on and began singing. And after the you were done singing you said to sam, "Sam. I love you. I am so in love with you I'm so crazy about and i cannot stop thinking about you. When you hold me I get these happy butterflies in my tummy. Please sam. Please be my girlfriend". you said.

Sam smiled. She stood up and said "I feel the exact same way. I've been in love with you for so long and-"

"Kiss me". You say to Sam.

She nodded. And you and Sam finally kissed!! "Yes", she said. "I will be your girlfriend (Y/n)!!"

She wrapped her strong arms around you. You got on your Tippy toes and kissed her again. And everyone cheered.

[sangorous]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋

word count: 1.4k

genre/warnings: angst/none really?

kuchiki byakuya x black!fem!reader

Heartbreak invokes different emotions in someone. It can cause suffering, depression, emptiness, happiness, a sense of relief, and the list could go on. For some, a breakup is their escape from something they're not happy with. For some, it's a never-ending saga of sadness.

For Byakuya, he wasn't sure what he felt. He was relieved that [your name] could finally be happy but felt empty. It's been a year since the couple split, and he hasn't found out how he felt. This was supposed to be their fourth anniversary. Now that he's beginning to think of it, there was a time when he was happy. It was when he was with her.

Four years ago, Byakuya was in a happy relationship. His first relationship and he didn't want it to end. Their first encounter was when she entered his plant shop and looked for [favorite plant]. Instead, she became captivated by his cherry blossom tree in the back.

"I've never seen one in person," she gushed in awe.

"Beautiful isn't it?" he stood beside her as she nodded.

"Here, I can let you through the back to get a better view," he grabbed the keys from his pocket and unlocked the back door.

He led her through the back, and her eyes lit up. It was beautiful in person. She looked so happy there, so he didn't want to interrupt her. He searched for the [favorite plant] as she stood there.

It wouldn't take him long to find it, considering that he's the one who created and designed the shop, "there you are..." he muttered to himself. No wonder why she couldn't find it. The other plants in its area covered it.

The last thing he wanted was to disturb her peace, so the plant was placed to the side. Whenever she was ready, she could take the plant.

"Thank ya' so much!" she smiled at the long-haired male.

"You're welcome," he smiled back. This was a genuine smile; it wasn't fake.

Since that day, he's been intrigued by the girl. Every day he'd hope to see her, maybe show up out of the blue. That week he'd purposely act like he was doing something productive by the door. Unfortunately, she never came. Or so he thought.

Hearing the little bells make noise, and he quickly and calmly walked over to where the plants were and pretended to work. It was her again. What should he do?

"Good afternoon," he cleared his throat, trying not to peak over her.

"Good afternoon; how's your afternoon so far?" she hummed, looking around at the plants.

"Been pretty slow, might close up early today," he sighed, glancing over at her.

"Yours?"

"Ugh! I Don't know where to start; let's say my afternoon isn't great. Now I'm here trying to find another plant child to ease my nerves," she huffed, looking at various plants around her.

"Do you own a spider plant?" she shook her head no and gestured for her to follow him.

"This is beautiful," she gushed, looking at the plant.

"Spider plants purify the indoor air by eliminating the harmful chemicals that float around you, and I think that it'll help you calm down at times," he took it from the hanging planter.

"I knew if I came back here, you'd be able to help me again," she followed him to the register.

"I'm glad to hear that," he tried his best to hide his red cheeks, but he couldn't.

"How much?"

"Only $20..." he trailed off, waiting for the receipt to print.

"And maybe a cup of coffee tomorrow if you're not busy?" he added while she nodded with a small smile.

"Of course, here!" she grabbed a sticky note and wrote her number for him.

"See you tomorrow," she waved goodbye as she left the store.

Once that door shut, he let a deep breath out. He couldn't believe he had done that; he had asked her on a date. What was shocking was that she said yes.

The following day came rather quickly, and he was a bit nervous. What if she changed her mind last minute?

He was becoming anxious, but he didn't understand why. He was here five minutes early, while she might be on time.

Byakuya sat down at a booth near the door, hoping to grab [your name] just in case she walked in the door. Tapping his fingers on the table, he heard the coffee shop's bell ding. There she was; she looked beautiful.

"Hey!" and his eyes lit up a bit.

"Hello," there was a slight smile as he exited the booth.

They walked over to the counter, where he paid for their drinks and sat at the booth. When they got to know each other, he learned that [your name] was completing her master's degree in [major], and she was in her last year. She realized that he had started his business two years ago and grew his plants in the backyard of his house. He also had a younger sister.

In both of their eyes, they felt like they had hit it off. Especially Byakuya. "we should see each other again... How about dinner Saturday night?" She slowly nodded, trying not to smile.

Agreeing to that date at the time was probably the best thing [your name] could do. Byakuya had this mysterious aura about him that she was intrigued by.

They'd have dates every Friday, but more than each Friday was needed for him. His eyes lit up whenever she stopped by the shop, and eventually, he'd ask her to be his girlfriend.

Despite him not being fully open about himself, [your name] was okay with that. They found a way to make it work, but it wouldn't be able to last forever. A sweet relationship filled with laughter and good times turned sour real quick. Neither of them saw it coming; it was a surprise. A surprise that grabbed them by the neck.

"I do not understand what you're saying..." he trailed off, staring at her.

Of course, he knew what she was saying. He did not want to accept what she was saying. He was not ready for this yet.

"What is hard for you to understand right now? Let's go our separate ways... We're not happy anymore. We try so hard to try and salvage this relationship, and it just leads to more arguing. I'm unsure why you're so scared to open up to me, but I can't keep losing my mind. I ask the bare minimum, but I can't keep fighting you over that," Byakuya couldn't speak. Everything she said was right.

And he knew that once she was right and made her mind up, she was not changing. So she would be leaving for good this time. There were no breaks from each other for two weeks or maybe a month.

"I'm sorry, Kuya... I can't this time," he felt tears falling down his face or thought he did.

Maybe they were in his head. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. Why couldn't he? He didn't understand why his body was suddenly paralyzed. His eyelids wouldn't shut. What was going on?

Hearing the door slam told him that everything was already over. He's lost everything. The only person who'd keep him sane. The only person who made him happy. The only person who helped him try new things in life. He couldn't lie; it felt like he got the wind knocked out of him.

There was a "thud," and those knees were dropping on the floor. The silence in the apartment consumed him while he stared off into space. Now his tears began to stream down his face. He lost the only thing that mattered to him.

He opened the heart in his necklace and looked at the picture of the two of them, "you were beautiful," he whispered to himself.

The slight smile on his face was bittersweet. He wished she could still be here to spend time with him again. He was hoping that they'd be getting ready to do something that they'd love, like going to the beach and staring at the stars until she'd let a yawn out, or going on a picnic at an empty area around the park, or even a lovely dinner where'd they'd be in the farthest booth away from everyone.

Byakuya couldn't lie. Sometimes he'd wait for her to come through the doors. He hoped they could restore what they once had, but he already knew it was done. They were over.

He'd do everything right if he just had the chance to be with her again. He'd listen to every feedback she'd given him and incorporate it into their relationship. He'd be more open with her instead of holding everything in or everything back. He'd also let her know how much he loved her and how beautiful she was.

[pmdnightfall]

As her friend passes out, Ouka sits at her desk, pen in claw and paper in front, excited to finally fill it out with the details of her dream Team.

OUKA: (Lessee here... Founding members? Me and Nova, of course!! Leader... Well, maybe it's not such a good idea to make them the leader, what with the amnesia and all... So it'll be me!!) Her smile only grew wider as she continued writing down information. OUKA: (Team name... Huh...) The Gligar pauses, suddenly drawing a blank. She supposed it would take a bit to think up of a good, catchy team name. OUKA: (Alright... They're something involving the team members' traits, like uh... Team EarClaw? Nah, that sounds silly, and I don't want it to just be me and Nova!!) OUKA: (Team NO? Er... Team ON? I'd definitely need more Pokemon if I ever want an acronym to work, too... Hmmm... Wait!!)

OUKA: (Something relating to the crystal!! Of course!! We could be... TEAM PRISM!! Wait, no, someone's taken that already I'm pretty sure...) Ouka wracks her brain for a while to find a cool, sweet and catchy name relating to her precious stone. OUKA: AHA!! I got it!!

OUKA: We're Team Light Fang!! Coming soon to your nearest theater!! Or, uh, maybe not that... As the Gligar's excitement subsides, she writes down all that was left on the paper and promptly keeps it safe and sound.

OUKA: Perfect!! All done!! I'll see if I can get father to send it to HAPPI tomorrow... Ouka crosses her arms, a subtle frown forming on her face. OUKA: Ugh, I HOPE he will actually let me form a Team!! He can be such a pain sometimes...

OUKA: But I'll worry about that tomorrow! For now, I really need some rest...

As she thinks about her near future as part of an Exploration Team, the chiropteran Pokemon slowly falls into a slumber...

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