#telly updates

[dragon-subway]

beginning to think that only having hot water to do the dishes with if the heating is on isn't a normal thing but actually my house being fucked up again

[domicileofangels]

Anonymouzzz izzz open

Don't make uzzz regret it

[everydayesterday]

is there a payoff for watching saltburn? it's excruciating so far. the body language of... his face (?) makes my skin crawl. keoghan is the next willem defoe. horror movies are fine; this is what gets to me.

[banglakhobor]

বটব্যালের বিরুদ্ধে তদন্ত করতে গিয়ে বিপাকে পর্ণা,ষড়যন্ত্রের ফাঁদে ভিকি-ইন্দিরা,একঝলকে টেলি মশলা

কলকাতা: বটব্যালের ওপর নজরদারি করতে গিয়ে বিপাকে পর্ণা (Parna)। ভিকি (Vicky) ও ইন্দিরা (Indira) কি নিজেদের ষড়যন্ত্র থেকে বাঁচাতে পারবে? গোটা ��প্তাহে ছোটপর্দার কোন গল্পে আসতে চলেছে কী কী ট্যুইস্ট? দেখে নেওয়া যাক টেলি মশালা (Telly Mashala)।  ‘নিম ফুলের মধু’ (Neem Phooler Madhu) বটব্যালের চোরাই কারবার ধরার জন্য পর্ণা, স্যান্ডি রুচিরা, বর্ষা, মঙ্গলাদের সাহায্য নিয়ে বটব্যালের অফিসে যায়। বটব্যালের…

[sapootindia]

Free Woh Toh Hai Albela 31 May 2023-:-चमन ने दस्तावेजों पर हस्ताक्षर किए?

Woh Toh Hai Albela 31 May 2023-:-टिंगू रश्मि को मेहँदी कलाकार के भेष में पकड़ लेता है और पूछता है कि उसने कान्हा और चमन की शादी को रोकने के लिए क्या योजना बनाई है। रश्मी याद करती है कि उसने बहार को अपने बुरे इरादे प्रकट करने की धमकी दी और उसे वापस धमकी दी कि वह उसके साथ शादी रोकने की साजिश कर रहा है, वह बताएगी कि वह चमन के प्यार में कितना है और उसे नियंत्रित करना चाहता है, वह उसे अपनी सीमा में…

[777heavengirl]

Bless the Telephone ; ##02

James Potter x f!muggle!reader

word count: 1,511

warnings: i dont think theres any? lmk...

a/n: :) i hope yall like it, at the rate im pumping these out i might do two updates per week but we'll see how that goes..."

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You sighed as you opened the door, the various bags of food, toiletries, clothes, and whatever else you had picked up during the day made your arms feel like they might fall off, cutting into your skin and your circulation. Your fingers had gone numb two stops away from your apartment, you could feel the relief as you dumped half the bags on the kitchen counter. 

You dumped the other half and the backpack that hung heavy across your back in your room. 

“Hey, darling-” your roommate popped her head up from where she lay on the couch, wild curls practically floating around her. “Yer phone’s been ringing nonstop for like an hour-”

You groaned, glancing at the clock briefly while putting your shopping in their rightful places. 

7:30 p.m.

“D’you know who it was?”

“Why would you ever think I’d get up to check?” She popped some chips into her mouth with a laugh

You turned, hands on your hips, a small smirk playing on your lips 

“You mean to tell me you’d rather put up with the ringing than get up?” 

“Yeah- why not? Turn up the telly and boom- can’t even hear a thing mate” She said, smiling from the couch. You couldn’t help but laugh along with her-

The phone rang, not as violent as that morning two days ago, sound muffled by the wall and your closed door. It was loud nonetheless.

Your roommate turned up the volume of the television.

“Talk of the devil!” she screamed through the roaring sound of whatever trashy game show she was watching.

You dragged yourself to your room, closing the door behind you. You could still hear the exaggerated volume of the telly. The phone kept on ringing, the red light angrily flashing at you to go pick it up already-

“Hello?” 

“Where’ve you been?” it was teasing, you wanted to say it was his voice. The mysterious voice on the phone, one Mr James Potter. You weren’t sure. You didn’t know how to feel about it either.

“Who is this?”

“Woah, one day and you’ve already forgotten me- you’re breaking my heart here sweetheart” the voice crackled through the static of the receiver. Oh it was definitely Mr James Potter calling again

“Potter?”

“James- But yes”

“Ah! That one- to what do I owe the pleasure?” You bit your lip slightly, excitement turning in your stomach. You grabbed the base of the phone, moving the machine as close to your bed as the cable would let you, the rest of the stretch between your bed and the telephone could be covered by the curled plastic cord. You sat on the mattress.

“Do you know any other Potters?”

“Just the one- but to be fair, I don't really know you either”

“Mhm… fair enough, I think I only know one other person with your name-”

“Really?” 

“Yeah, nasty woman really- called me daft two days ago,” he said, tone serious as if recounting a deeply wounding moment… you let out a laugh “You wouldn’t believe how rude she was to me”

“Oh was she really? That’s terrible news, maybe it was because you called her— a stranger by the way, at four in the bloody morning”

“You got me, wasn’t on purpose though— you still haven’t answered my question by the way” You could hear that little smirk on his lips again

“What would that be Potter?”

“James- but where were you?”

“What’s it to you? Trying to stalk me or something?” you could feel your heartbeat quicken, 

“I just tried calling earlier-”

“Yeah, my roommate said, the phone rang a ton— were those all you or should I check my messages?”

“I wasn’t sure I was hitting the right number okay? pissed off a few other people too”

“Oh so this is the norm for you-”

“Hey! It isn’t my fault, I just didn’t know how to do the little- you know…” had this guy ever used a phone before? “call the previous number thing- ugh I don’t know what it’s called but whatever I didn’t know how it worked” he huffed

“Potter, are you a ten-year-old boy? Scratch that, my cousin knows how to do that- maybe you are daft”

“If I say yes will you tell me what you were up to?” he said, you laughed again

“I was running some errands, nothing special… why’d you wanna know?” you raised an eyebrow, you curled the cable around your index finger, the rest of the cool plastic wrapping around your hand. 

“Was just wondering…”

A beat.

“I realize now that me calling you back might be strange-”

“You don’t say- only took you about ten minutes of conversation, you didn’t think about that before you called?”

“Not really- my mum says I lack impulse control,”

“I can tell you have zero of that-” 

“she blames Dad but we both know she’s the one I got it from” he chuckled, and you couldn’t help but mirror it. 

“You still haven’t answered my question, Potter-”

“You really not going to call me James?”

“No- I don’t know you-”

“I guess that's fair enough- what was your question?”

“Why’d you call?” he stayed quiet for a couple of seconds, almost as if thinking deeply about your question before his voice broke through the static again.

“Honestly?”

“Obviously-” you retorted, another chuckle left his lips.

“I don’t really know… I don’t really have a reason I just wanted to talk” you mouled over his answer, strange but not bad.

“You don‘t have friends for that already?”

“You’ve never made new friends with complete strangers?”

“Not like this-” you traced a pattern onto your sheets as you spoke, 

“Well, I can be the first! so how old are you?” he sounded giddy “If I say I’m sixty five will you leave me alone?”

“It would be worse- I love old ladies, but they love me immediately so I suspect you aren’t one”

“because I don’t immediately love you?”

“obviously” he mirrored you “I’m twenty-“

“What a coincidence, so am I” you whispered, he heard you nonetheless

You pursed your lips to suppress a smile as James asked questions and explained things about his life that you didn’t ask for. You felt quite silly- talking on the phone with a boy you’d never met, you didn’t know what he looked like, nor if he was really who he said he was.

His tone and his rambles seemed genuine enough, he was a very peculiar boy- talking about how he was mildly scared of the tube but my mate Sirius loved it. 

“Is this Sirius one of the voices I heard last time?”

“Yeah- he asked if you were pretty which looking back might’ve been a little rude”

“Eh- maybe, I’d feel terrible to disappoint him though”

“Why do you say that?”

“I don’t know if he’s expecting some striking supermodel to be answering the phone…” you trailed off slightly, James went quiet “I reckon I’m alright though”

“You’re probably selling yourself short doll,“

“Anyway- what do you do?”

“What do you mean love?”

“Like are you in Uni? or something else?”

“Oh! umm- something else for sure”

“What?”

“What?”

“Potter- like what do you do? you know… with your life”

“I just live? I don’t know- d’you mean like occupationally?”

“Yes occupationally idiot-“

“Okay okay don’t yell at me— you’ll break my little heart babe come on-“ he cleared his throat a couple of times  “I kind of work for my father I guess? What do you do?”

“I go to Uni- I also work at a little coffee shop on weekends… what does your father do?”

“he makes hair potions-“ he said, almost choking on his words. you raised an eyebrow 

“like hair gel and shit?”

“y-yeah that’s what I meant like… conditioners and s-styling… gels… and shit” you laughed out loud, not being able to conceal it this time. a short series of giggles that delighted James ever so slightly. You could hear him get quiet briefly, almost as if he was running out of words “What do you do in this Uni of yours?”

“Administration… not the most thrilling field I fear”

“I’m assuming you’re not the fondest of it then”

“not particularly, but it’ll do… do you like working for your dad?”

“he’s made a ton of money with his products- I’m very proud of him for it… to be honest probably not what I wanted to do with my life but it’s not… difficult, so I can focus on other things, more exciting things so I really can’t complain…” he was about to continue, rambling about the silver linings of it.

you interrupted “What did you want to do?” 

“Pardon?” he asked, 

“With your life James- what did you want to do with your life?” 

You thought he had stayed quiet, maybe thinking, searching for the words until the dial tone rang in your ear— he had hung up. You stared at the phone as you put it back on the base.

Peculiar boy wasn’t he?

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[ghouljams]

I work at a florist. I hate Valentine’s Day. 40 guys all calling the night before and 80 more day of, all panicking because they forgot. I’m admin- I don’t make the arrangements, but I write the cards. Eugh… having men, grown men, joke with me about the sexy (gross) nicknames they give their girlfriends. They want *me* to write their cards because my hand writing is better or whatever (your girlfriend knows your hand writing is shit, write it yourself!)

One guy went on and on about why he calls his girlfriend his pink energizer bunny- cuz she goes all night long! Yuk, yuk…. Yuck. Let me go hurl in the trash can. Another was quoting Romeo and Juliet cuz nothing’s more romantic than the love story of two 11 year old kids.

My mom owns the shop so, I don’t get to leave until *everything is done*

…would they understand if I came home with chocolates (I work next to a candy shop, it’s quite dangerous) then passed out? Happy v-day bubs… let’s take a nap together. I brought leftovers from the celebration we threw for a successful Valentine’s Day for the staff! (Brazilian bbq!) Is that romantic enough? I’m not asking for a story. Just, would they mind if I did this?

…I’m tired… I’m not directing my crankiness towards you. Ily…. You’re one of the only things making me smile during this hell week. ILY Ghoulie-goo

That sounds awful but also so funny. Maybe I'm an asshole too though because I just walk into the shop and grab a couple dozen flowers to make my own bouquet on the busiest day of the year...

Anyway I kinda love the idea of texting Ghost periodic updates from flower shop hell, sending him the worst cards you've had to write, the guys that come in looking for your cheapest option, reminding him you're bringing home chocolate so he absolutely should not buy any, and you don't even want to smell a flower when you get home.

Which is good for Ghost because he's always operated with a quiet kind of affection that's hard to buy gifts with, or even celebrate holidays like this with, because he's never been one for grand displays. It's nice that he doesn't have to remember valentines day since you spend the week leading up to it complaining about it. It's nice that he can wander to the butcher and pick up a few good steaks to cook, and he doesn't have to mess around pretending he knows anything about flowers. It's nice that you both can sit in front of the telly afterwards and dig your fingers into a box of chocolates that neither of you paid for and pass the ones you don't like back and forth.

"Coconut," Simon grunts.

"Ooh gimme." You open your mouth for him to deposit the halved chocolate square on your tongue. Some action movie you'd wanted to watch plays a rainbow of colors over your face as you chew happily, and Simon doesn't think he's ever felt more comfortable, more happy with someone in his life.

[cod-sins]

Heyyyy. I loved ur konig hcs! 💕. Can we get hcs for Ghost/ konig ab what they would do if they’re civilian s/o was getting stalked while they were away and they call them asking what to do ? xx

.ೃ࿐ Format: Hcs

.ೃ࿐ Reader: Undisclosed. Established relationship.

.ೃ࿐ Ratings: SFW

.ೃ࿐ Word Count: 1.2k

[A/N: Hey anon thank you so much for requesting this, it was so much fun to write I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. :) Also Ghost is more of a full fic than a headcanon sorrey got carried away. 😋]

𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻

Ghost was stuck in a safehouse somewhere in the deserts of Mexico waiting for his rescue team to come pick him up. He was absolutely done with this mission, having to carry around 30 extra pounds of military gear in the scorching heat just to eliminate a "single fucking target" was no joke. He'd much rather be at home in his flat, throwing something on the telly [lol] and laying around with you. He smiles at that thought.

He checked his watch. 1435 read the time. '3 more hours.' He thought. Three more hours until he arrived back at the base. Three more hours until he makes it to the airport. He glanced up at the ceiling his mind filled with all the things you were gonna say to him, how you would fuss over his injuries and insist on him relaxing in the bath while you cooked for him. He plays out these thoughts in his head until his mind becomes hazy and he begins to fall asleep.

Ghost is a fairly light sleeper so the first time you called he answered immediately.

"Hello?" "Ghost! I'm so sorry I know you said not to call you unless it's an emergency but there's this guy who has been following me around all day and I- "Y/N slow down I can't understand you." He said calmly despite his heart starting to beat faster.

You took a deep breath and resumed. "I was at the grocery store earlier and I noticed this guy who kept following me around. Every single aisle I went down he was there, even after I left the store he kept following me. I don't know what to do he's still waiting for me to leave this building." Your voice trembled as you spoke.

Ghost could feel his blood beginning to boil as you talked. The mere thought of someone trying to harass you or even worse hurt you drove him crazy. He should be there protecting you not waiting around.

"Alright, I want you to listen to me carefully and do exactly as I tell you, do you understand? Do not hang up this phone Y/N. First I want you to tell me where he is and what he's doin'."

You told Ghost the man's location--he was outside across the street pretending to be occupied by a street vendor. He kept glancing at the shop you were hiding in.

"Right listen carefully, I want you to make your way to the closest bank the one we always use. Stay in populated areas where people can see you do not take any shortcuts. Don't go down any alleyways don't give him the opportunity to have you alone. Once you make it to the bank talk to the security guard and tell 'em what's happening. Make sure you point the guy out."

You agree and with a shaky hand you grab your bags and make your way outside. The stalker takes notice of this and begins his pursuit. You hastily make your way to the bank--updating Ghost with every step. As soon as you make it inside you talk to the security guard and tell him your situation. He immediately calls the police which scares the man off while they escort you back home in a police car.

As soon as this whole ordeal is over Ghost forces you to take self-defense classes. He would also like it if you knew how to work a gun but if you weren't comfortable with that he'd opt for getting a dog instead. (Plus he's quite fond of the animal.) He just wants you to be safe he couldn't stand the thought of losing you. ):

𝑲ö𝒏𝒊𝒈

All you wanted to do was go home and fall asleep in you and König's California-sized bed. You had a long grueling day; dealing with shitty customers who thought they were entitled to everything and awful coworkers who barely did their job forcing you to work overtime and pick up on their slack. Whilst working you accidentally burnt yourself cleaning the coffee machine because your boss had distracted you to ask if you could close shop tonight.

You were so busy walking home that you didn't notice the man behind you following your every step. It was only when you tripped and dropped your bag--all your items spiling out that you realized that he was there. He quickly stepped in helping you pick up your items despite your initial rejection.

He was very adamant about helping you even though it was clear you were uncomfortable with the situation. Quickly thanking him you began speeding up your walk while fumbling around for your phone. You glanced back and noticed he was still following you. The sun had begun to set and the remaining light was slowly fading away. Your car was in the shop so you were forced to walk home at night.

You glanced back once more and saw that he was still behind you even though you had taken multiple turns and crossed several different streets. Starting to feel anxious you dialed your boyfriend. It took him a few moments to answer which felt like years to you.

"Hallo?" A tired voice spoke from the phone. The sound of his voice instantly filled you with comfort almost making you forget about the situation you were in. "König I'm sorry to wake you I need your help, there's some dude who won't stop following me. I don't wanna go home yet because I don't want him to know where we live. It's starting to get dark out and my phone is gonna die." You said sounding exasperated. The sound of shuffling could be heard over the phone as you continued down the street.

"Where are you now?" His demeanor had completely changed sounding more gruff and serious. You stammered out your location telling him specific landmarks. A theater, a bar, and a park across the street. König instructs you to head to the bar first, 'get lost in the crowd' he told you. 'Then go out the back way and head to the park.' You do as you're told hovering down while you squeeze between heavily intoxicated people. You make it outside the bar then hurry across the street.

It's now completely dark out and without any light it's hard to see inside the park. "I want you to go hide in the park behind the bushes where he can't see. Stay low turn off your phone light and be quiet." König continues to instruct you as you find a hiding spot. You watch as the man leaves the bar, he walks a few feet down then he turns around still not able to find you.

Once he realizes you're completely gone he curses and stomps his foot then marches off into the distance. You cringe at the thought of what he would do to you if he found you. König brings you back to reality asking if you're alright, you tell him your status and he makes you stay on the phone until you've made it back home.

Similar to Ghost, König would also want you to learn self-defense maneuvers, he'd teach you himself (because he's so big he makes a good example) and he'd equip you with your own knife. König would also give you pepper spray and a whistle and a tactical flashlight. You'd have to stop him at the flashlight or else he'd have you lugging around military gear like Ghost.

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[adrift-in-thyme]

SAAAME

I love seeing Hyrule and Legend team up here to tease Sky. They're such gremlins and I LOVE to see it

[marauder-misprint]

Hello to you lovely human being! Happy 500 followers its my first time requesting so forgive me if anything is formatted weird :p im always updated on ur fics and now im finally requesting something:DDD ok so could u please write something like coworker james x reader when theyre both stuck at for a new years party with this prompt ⁴⁾ “i’m still in the market for someone to kiss at midnight, if you’re up for it.” and this scenario? ¹²⁾ being stuck at work for the night, watching everyone else celebrate from afar :D i'd love for u to write it but its definitely okay if u dont want to

Thank you! and thank you for the request ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ I love love love writing cutesy things like this. Hope you enjoy!

Working New Year's

coworker!James Potter x reader

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You had drawn one of the short straws. The restaurant you worked at had been booked for a New Year’s Eve party and you were working it. You knew you were missing getting hammered with your friends in some random bar, but you tried to look on the bright side: at least it was holiday pay and your coworker was not the worst. 

Yes, “not the worst” was probably the best way to describe James Potter. He was attractive and he knew it, flirting with guest after guest. The old ladies who came in would request him. He was arrogant and overly confident. But, he was a hard worker. He got the job done. You knew that you’d be leaving no later than 1:15 a.m. after the party cleared out and you did your closing duties. 

It wasn’t anywhere near 1 a.m., though. Midnight hadn’t passed yet. It was barely 11 p.m. and you were refilling a tray of desserts. James was mixing drinks as guests came up for refills. He had been pleasant all evening. You think he picked up on that you’d rather not be there. Once everything was restocked, you went over to his station and leaned against the wall. 

“Where would you be tonight if you weren’t here?” James asked as a guest returned to the main party with a new drink. 

You pulled out your phone to check your friends’ groupchat.

“Looks like my friends are at The Chimera,” you sighed. “What ‘bout you?”

“Home,” he said, throwing his towel over his shoulder and then pushing his glasses up his nose. 

You tried not to laugh. James didn’t seem like a homebody to you. 

“What?” he asked, almost sounding insulted but the smile on his face told a different story.

“Sorry, but you? You don’t seem like a watch-fireworks-on-the-telly kind of bloke.”

He leaned on the counter between you. “What kind of bloke am I then?” 

You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought. 

“Hmmm, two options, I suppose. One, at some house party with your girlfriend. You wouldn’t be hosting. Or, dancing the night away in some club with some random girl you’ll never see again. You know, just a face to kiss at midnight. You’d probably exchange numbers but never text or call. I bet you have a few numbers in your phone now that are saved as New Years Kiss 2020 or something.” 

James laughed. “There are no numbers saved like that, I guarantee you, love. House party wouldn’t be bad and you’re right, I wouldn’t be hosting. Flat’s too small for that. But alas, no girlfriend.” A smirk pulled at his lips. “You could say I’m still in the market for someone to kiss at midnight, if you’re up for it.”

You raised your eyebrows with wide eyes. You had come to peace that you’d be without a New Year’s kiss this year. It had actually been years since you were without one, always either having a boyfriend or finding a friend or stranger to kiss. You cleared your throat, unsure if his offer was genuine.

“Should I be honored or did you tell Joe the same thing?” 

Joe was the manager who got stuck with the party. He had locked himself in his office to do “paperwork” but you both knew he would be watching a movie or something. 

James shook his head, laughing a bit harder.

“I’ll have you know that I have absolutely no desire to ring in the new year with Creepy Joe. You, on the other hand…”

You looked over at the party as his voice trailed off. You really wished you were out with your friends, mimicking the kind of revelry that was occurring before you. 

“Hey.” James’ voice was softer but now much closer to you. He had come out from behind the counter to stand right next to you. “Was that too straightforward?”

You didn’t say anything, still looking at the people dancing and laughing. 

“Not straightforward enough?”

You scoffed. “We’re at work, Potter. I don’t think we’re allowed to have a New Year’s kiss.”

“What’re they going to do? Fire their best employees when their manager isn’t even doing his job?”

You chuckled and turned to see James smiling at you. He knew he got you. And then the countdown started. You didn’t look away from him. His movements felt like they were going in slow motion. His step closer. An arm around your waist to pull you closer. Him leaning down, bring his face closer to yours. 

“Zero! Happy New Year!” echoed around you.

James’ lips crashed into yours. It was firm and lasted longer than you had expected from him. Even if he had been actually flirting with you, in your experience, New Year’s kisses were either the briefest thing or they turned into full-on snogging. James, however, lingered. He waited for you to pull away, and when you did, you felt the urge to reconnect your mouths again. His grip on your waist didn’t loosen, holding you close. 

“Happy New Year, love,” he whispered, letting his warm breath fan your face. It smelled of peppermint. 

“Happy New Year, James. And I know your resolution,” you said, unable to rid yourself of the smile that had appeared. “To stop stealing work mints!”

“What? Am I just supposed to ask a pretty girl to kiss me when I have bad breath?” he laughed. 

You shook your head as you slowly pulled out of his hands. “I already kissed you. You can drop the compliments.”

You gasped as he brought you back in closer to him. Your heart was pounding in your chest from the prolonged proximity to him. It also didn’t help that you could now focus on his muscular arms as they held you with no imminent traditional kiss. 

“What if I don’t want that to be our only kiss?” he asked in a low voice. His eyes were searching yours for an answer. “You can’t tell me you didn’t feel anything.”

“I-I… I… James,” you said, deflating slightly. You pushed away from him.

“Love,” he sighed as he let you go.

“Potter, we need to start cleaning up if I’m coming back to your flat after this,” you told him as you walked away.

“Wha-OH!” he exclaimed. You heard him stumble back behind the bar to start his closing duties. “On it.”

As you did your own closing duties, you thought that maybe his arrogance was well earned. 

[sinsolstice]

GIRL DAD (4)

SINGLE DAD MIGUEL X TEACHER READER (AFAB) CHAPTER FOUR SYNOPSIS: You and Miguel are getting used to the arrangements of letting Gabriella stay over for a few hours and having dinner together after school. TRACKING POST: follow #𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐝 (miguel o'hara) for new content and updates.

tags ✮  modern au, single dad miguel + afab teacher reader, found family, slight angst, eventual romance + smut. 

wc ✮ 1,449

author's note ✮ this chapter is a little shorter than my usual word count. i also want to mention that this chapter has mentions of family bereavement and domestic abuse as part of the subplot (and foreshadowing).

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Since the evening you offered Miguel the opportunity to look after his daughter after school, it has been three weeks since then. 

It’s quite a change to your after-school routine, but you adapt to it within the first week of trialling. It’s a good thing to say that Gabriella feels the same way. She enjoys spending time with you after school and makes it known by how excitedly she waits for you by your desk after half-past three in the afternoon. Gabriella helps with tidying up the classroom, telling you about the conversations she has with her friends during lunch and in between lessons. You’ve always had a good relationship with the young girl, but when you take upon the responsibility of looking after her, your relationship with Gabriella turns out better. 

Gabriella is truly the epitome of a gracious child. When you invite her into your room, she goes to the kitchen to wash her hands. Then sets herself in your living room to sit close by the coffee table, laying out her homework and snacks. She does her work without supervision and occasionally asks you for help if she needs it. Gabriella falls into the routine easily too and when she is done with her homework, the two of you bond over arts and crafts or something on the telly playing in the background. 

At exactly 6pm sharp, the doorbell rings and Miguel stands at the front pouch. He would come in, thank you again for looking after his daughter, embrace Gabriella, and the three of you would make it to the dining table and share a meal. You and Miguel would take turns bringing food for dinners—you would cook on Mondays and Tuesdays, and Miguel would bring something over on Thursdays and Fridays. This new routine brings out a feeling of home and togetherness, so it’s a pleasant change of routine to your usual time living on your own. 

“What is England like, Miss?” Gabriella asks. You have informed your students when you began your teaching career about your childhood in another country. It was rather a little obvious with the slight out-of-place accent and the difference in spelling that your students pointed out. And it doesn’t seem like Miguel is surprised by the revelation as he takes a spoonful of food as Gabriella talks. 

“Well…” You think for a moment as you try to recall your life. “If we are referring to the weather, it’s very unpredictable over there in England. Sometimes it’s a burst of beautiful sunshine outside and other times, the skies are grey. From time to time, you feel little droplets of hail raining down on you out of nowhere. And sometimes, the weather is chilly too.” 

“Hail?” Gabriella repeats. 

“Hailstones,” you smile. “Like tiny crystals of ice.” 

“We haven’t been to England, haven’t we, Gabs?” Miguel says. “Maybe we should consider it one of the summers.” 

“I want to go to where they plant so many flowers,” Gabriella suggested. 

You flash Gabriella a smile when you realise the location she’s talking about. “That’s the Eden Project down south in Cornwall, at the edge of England.” You explain. “They have nice beaches there, too.” 

“Corn-wall,” Gabriella repeats slowly, with a tone of awe. “I want to go there.” 

“Maybe we should consider,” Miguel says to his daughter.  

You look at him who sits across from you, relaxed after coming back from work. “I haven’t been to Mexico before,” you say. “Or any parts of South America. Where do you guys suggest I go visit?”

Miguel and Gabriella hum as the two of them think together. Their mouths press in a thin line, the bottom of their lip sticking out a small pout. As you study their expressions, you can’t help but find them endearing the same similarities in their mannerisms. Like father, like daughter.

“If you enjoy the beaches, Tulum is a good place to start,” Miguel says. “Although it’s further down the country. Or, there’s the seaside town of Tecolutla or Acapulco Beach. They’re both about a four-hour drive from Mexico City.”  

“Acapulco!” Gabriella beamed in excitement. “I want to go there again this summer.” 

Miguel chuckles and playfully ruffles her hair. A smile blooms on your face, and the three of you eat in peace. Gabriella’s question catches your attention and you look right in front of her. “Do you talk to your mama and papa every day since they are so far away?” Gabriella asks. 

“Well,” you exhale softly. “I still talk to my siblings and my good friends from England.” 

“What about your mama?” 

Even though it has been a while, the dread of telling the story makes your stomach churn uncomfortably, no matter how you simplify or summarise the story. “My mama passed away when I was nineteen. She had been sick for a while and her body couldn’t handle it anymore.” 

Miguel looks up, and his eyes meet yours. Gabriella turns to look at him with a puzzled look and the room falls into silence that’s all too familiar. “We’re sorry to hear that.” 

“It was a while ago,” you reply with a hesitant smile. “But thank you.” 

Gabriella looks at you and although the surprise on her face lingers, there’s also curiosity like every young child has. “What about your papa?” 

“My papa,” you sigh. “I have two papas who are not nice people, so I have not spoken to them or seen them in a very long time.” 

You didn’t dare to look at Miguel when you revealed your backstory because you knew the look on his face from the corner of your eyes. Sympathy, disbelief, unsure and silent. Because how could someone like you—lively and brave—grow up with a fate so horrendous and unthinkable?  

“But,” Gabriella says, her lips downcast in a frown. She turns to look at her father, her tone quiet and glum. “Aren’t papas supposed to be good people?” 

Miguel presses his lips into a thin line. “Fathers are supposed to be good people, mija. To protect their family.” He says solemnly. “But sadly, not all fathers are like that.” 

Miguel flickers his eyes at you. He must have pieced together your history and the story of how to move to the States that you mentioned. “My condolences. I’m really sorry to hear that,” he says. “You deserve better things, and I hope you will experience them all.”  

Gabriella turns to look at you with a similar expression to Miguel’s. “I’m sorry you don’t have a mama and papa anymore.” 

“Thank you, and it’s okay.” You give them a kind smile. No one knows this about you since you’ve kept it to yourself ever since you migrated to the States on your own. Your life wasn’t the greatest in the beginning, but you made it through the dark and stormy years to make it this far. “My family and I have our differences that are sometimes different to overcome without having fights.” You explain. “But we still care for one another.” 

The dining room falls quiet. Despite it closes the end of the conversation, it feels a sense of uncertainty on how to dwell on a different topic. Although what you had to endure was a while ago, the tragedy carries within you unfathomably. 

Suddenly, Gabriella pushes back her seat and walks around the table, coming to you. Her small arms crisscross around you. “You’re my family too, miss.” 

You wrap your arms around her and embrace Gabriella with an equal force of appreciation for her kindness. You hold her and squeeze her gently, resting your cheek on top of her head. “Thank you, Gabi. That means a lot to me.” 

“You’re my favourite,” Gabi says, then turns her head to look at Miguel and grins. “After papa, of course.” 

You look at Miguel, and he chuckles, smirking at the two of you. “Glad to know that I’m still your number one favourite, mija.” 

“Then after that is Aunty Jess,” Gabi adds. She holds out three of her fingers and counts them down at every list of names she announces. “Daddy, Miss Teacher and then Aunty Jess. In that order.” 

Laughter from you and Miguel fills the dining room. Your chest warms at the thought of comfort you find yourself in—thinking of Jess, Gabriella and Miguel. The people you didn’t think you would ever meet and change your life for the better. You flicker your eyes and meet Miguel’s gaze. A smile appears on his face, reminding you of warmth and comfort that you truly didn’t have.

A flutter in your stomach made you snuggle Gabriella even more with another new physical symptom you feel in the moment; heart racing.  

aesthetic dividers are credited to cafekitsune.

author's note: sorry for the kinda sad chapter but the hurdle is over now and more chapters will be lighter and fluff :)

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Can I Stay the Night?

you are here! - ch. ii - ch. iii - ch. iv

A/N: Once again… We will begin from nothing. Well… That’s a lie. This is metamorphosis at work. I wrote this originally when I was about… 18 or 19? It was officially posted... When I was... 20? I think. Now, I can make it better. I have what I need, so updates won’t be as long as they used to be.

Also, I made a playlist. Feel free to listen if you'd like.

tags: Ruggie Bucchi x fem!reader, tw mention of bugs wc: 3.4k+

You jolted awake covered in a thin sheet of sweat. Your hands clutched your blankets in an iron fisted grip. Your eyes dart around the dark room.. You weren’t sure why you suddenly woke up. The shock from your sudden awakening seemed to have erased your memory of your dream. All you could recall is that it was impossibly long. It felt like you experienced years all in the matter of a few hours. It wasn’t a nightmare. You knew that. Just some weird, long dream. 

You sat up slowly, catching a glimpse of Grim curled up beside you as you reached for your phone to check the time. 

2:45am. 

The first day ceremony started at 7pm tonight. 

School was finally starting back up. This time, you would be greeting smaller and fresher faces among your fellow third years. Well, among your fellow second years. Age wise, you should be sitting in class with Riddle or Jamil, not Ace and Deuce. That was something you testified against last year. The Headmage shrugged you off. Regardless of your age, you would be required to join the freshman. But with your endless complaints and begging the Fae finally caved one Spring morning. He would honor your little request. Kinda. 

Morning classes with your fellow second years, including Grim. Afternoon classes you would be flying solo. This was also to test Grim as many of the staff believed he was not using his own knowledge on tests, but yours since the two of you counted as one student. Meaning the two of you only needed one test to count for a grade. Grim denied all possibilities that you were the brains between them. You didn’t want to bruise his ever-growing ego. 

You returned your phone to the little wooden nightstand and laid back down. Your eyes trained on the ceiling as you tried to piece together what the dream was about. Maybe it wasn’t that important. It could be just something silly where Ace and Deuce swapped hair colors again. Or maybe you robbed a bank with Professor Trein as the getaway driver. Or maybe you dreamt about Leona taking you on a joyride to an unknown place.

Right, Leona graduated last year. You wouldn’t see him again. 

Your mouth suddenly felt cotton dry as you looked over at your nightstand. You had him on MagiCam, and you had his number from when you needed tutoring help. Your crush had gone so far that you made your phone password his birthday. It wasn’t creepy if he didn’t know about it. Not that he ever would. 

Your eyes drifted back to the ceiling as you pictured Leona in your mind. He should be on his fourth year internship right now. You remembered standing there with tears welled in your eyes. After the graduation ceremony he placed his hand on the top of your head, asking that you look after Ruggie and Jack for him. Of course you said yes. You had adored the older man, but you knew nothing would come of it. After all Leona is a prince; And you’re just some girl from another universe. But that didn’t stop you from fantasizing of him taking you on dates or cozying up together. 

You finally closed your eyes and sank against the pillows and sheets with a melancholic sigh. Something about your forgotten dream startled you awake. But you felt grateful. Now you had the chance to slip away into a dream with Leona taking you on a date among the stars. 

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“Damn it!” You snapped angrily as you ran through the empty halls of Night Raven College. Feet pounding against the freshly waxed, checkered tile. Almost causing you to slip multiple times. The paintings cheered for you, telling you that the ceremony was going to start soon. But you could do it. You would make it. Their kind words pushed you forward. Panting and out of breath with the hood of your ceremonial robes thrown over your head and Grim tucked under your arm like a rotund football. “S-Slow down- I’m gonna throw up-”

“Please don’t throw up Grim!” You begged through a growl as you hit corner after corner to the ceremony room with the dark mirror. You weren’t sure how you managed to be late. Time had simply passed through your fingers when you started taking the ‘first day of school’ pictures of Grim. The two of you had gone into the town at the base of the mountain to get a big lunch per the monster's request. You greeted some familiar faces with Grim as you made your way back to Ramshackle. You welcomed back the ghosts. You did some cleaning and laundry as you got your uniform out of the closet and ready for tomorrow's first official day of classes. After all of that, you and Grim had a quick nap time; only to wake up with only ten minutes before the ceremony started. 

Your stomach sank and you raced around to dress not only yourself, but Grim as well. You would be missing the coffin opening segment, but you would at least be on time for Crowley’s presentation. You outstretched your hand with Grim starting to slip from under your arm. The heavy door was forced open to the mirror chamber, just as Crowley appeared to present his speech and welcome both new and old faces to Night Raven College. You made it. 

You swallowed, still panting with exhaustion as you eased the door shut as quietly as you could in the darkening room. Making your way through the sea of students as Crowley dazzled the youth with silly magical spells during his presentation. You greeted Ace and Deuce with a quick wave and a smile as Grim wriggled in your arms with glee. “Lemme stand in the front! I wanna see!” He whispered loudly, seemingly recovered from all of the shaking as you prepared to adjust your hold on him. You looked down realizing that because of your combined height, you would have to hold him up in the air or place him on your shoulders to watch the ceremony properly. He was hoping to become a well-respected mage after all. It must be the excitement of the first day back, he usually didn’t take these things seriously. “Watch everyone’s feet.” You whispered back and allowed him to leap to the floor and scurry off to stand in the front of the crowd. 

You smiled and continued to surf through the male population. Greeting other familiar faces as you tried to find somewhere to stand with Grim in sight, or at least next to someone you knew. Finally stopped, your gaze landed on a friendly face. Greyish blue, with a drooping eye shape and dark colored eye bags. His face, once neutral, now had a curling smirk as you drew closer and closer. Almost like you were hypnotized by the sight of him. “I saw you come in late, not very Housewardeny of you.” A snicker followed the teasing whisper as you straightened up with a grin. Your cheeks felt hot. “It’s nice to see you too, Ruggie.” You looked around and realized this was a perfect spot to see Grim and the ceremony in progress. “How was summer? Isn’t it hot where you live?” You asked curiously as he leaned in to listen. Your arm was now pressed flush against his and you noticed he seemed taller. His arm felt more… Solid than you remembered. In the dark you could tell his skin was tanner as well. His freckles lining his cheeks and nose stood out more. His hair even looked a little longer. 

It was different; A good kind of different; An intimidating kind of different.

“The Afterglow Savana ain’t as bad as you think. It’s worse when I come back. The snow? How is that even possible? We’re surrounded by salt water.” He clicked his tongue in irritation knowing he would have to prep for the cold one final year. His summer fun was finally over. “Living here on campus and going back can be brutal sometimes.” He trailed off as Crowley introduced the Dark Mirror to the freshman students and explained the process of dorm sorting. 

“Bet it was awful lonely with just Grim to keep ya’ company. I know we texted pretty often on MagiCam but it’s not the same.” Ruggie whispered as you perked up and nodded. You began talking about the last few months you spent on the island with an empty campus all to yourself. Every month, the Headmage would ‘generously’ wire you some Madol so he wouldn’t come back to find you as a corpse. It was shoestring thin but you made it work. You got a summer job at a café in the town despite your lack of legal paperwork. You made plenty of tips and a nice check that you used to keep up with feeding yourself and Grim for the summer. You and Grim went to visit the sea and even went camping on the beach. You explored the school and even some of the empty dorms when you got bored enough. It wasn’t so bad. “Okay, so Grim was bug collecting.”

“Bug collecting?”

“It was some scavenger hunt thing I found online- It was a lazy day.” You explained and Ruggie nodded in understanding with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes watched the freshman of this year start to awkwardly fidget and line up to be sorted into their respective dorms. “The first thing he found was a cicada. I thought it was the shell. And then it started buzzing… Ruggie, he ate it.” You pinched the bridge of your nose at the horrible memory of you chasing Grim around, begging him to spit out the bug. 

Sometimes you forget he’s still a beast. Something like a cicada is far more edible to him than it is to you. “I’ve eaten weird stuff but I don’t think I could… Well..?” He trailed off in thought with his biscuit colored eyebrows furrowed in thought. “You would eat a cicada?” You asked through a grimace as grayish blue eyes met yours. They seemed to shimmer, almost like he was inspired by the thought “If I was hungry enough. Bugs are a good protein.” He commented with a fanged smile as you started to cringe. “What? You never had a cheese bug?” You shook your head as Ruggie snickered in amusement. “You’re used to eatin’ boujee cafeteria food. I’ll make you a plate of cheese bugs and not tell you until after you finish ‘em.” His tone was warning and playful. You elbowed him gingerly with a scowl and he snickered again. Your mind was becoming plagued with the images of something round, hard and shiny with antenna and black bulging eyes. Lined with skinny and pointy legs that would curl inwards after death. Filled not with organs, but with gooey insides that mimicked melted cheese. You couldn’t begin to comprehend its flavor. 

“What are you doing after this? Bed time?” The hyena asked as the students started to line up close to the housewardens of the seven respective dorms. You noticed someone was standing in Leona’s place. And it wasn’t Ruggie. “Uhh… Probably… Nothing? I actually took a nap before the ceremony so I won’t be tired for a few hours.” You explained sheepishly, becoming more and more confused. Ruggie was supposed to take Leona’s place as housewarden.  Right? “Hey-”

Ruggie slung an arm around your shoulders before you could finish. “So that's why everyone's favorite Prefect was late?” He joked as your ears began to scorch with blood out of embarrassment. “It’s just the stupid ceremony. I can’t do anything mage related anyway. The old bird would’ve never noticed if I was here or not.” You huffed as Ruggie hummed in response. He was pulling you closer now. “Let’s hang tomorrow then. After school.” The request was soft as he gave you a gentle squeeze before releasing you. 

It had been a while since you had spent time with someone other than Grim. “Sure, we can go somewhere.” You answered softly as the lights in the room began to brighten. The ceremony had finished. “Coffee sound good? I need to find some jobs on the island anyway.” Of course he turned the hang out into a job hunt. “Then I’ll take you to the café I worked at over the summer. The boss is super nice. I think he’ll like you.” You offered and you could see his ears perking up from beneath his hood. “Well aren’t you sweet? I guess I’ll end up owing you a favor if I get in.” He snickered, turning to leave as his body brushed against yours. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school.” He gave you a short wave before vanishing among the crowd of students all dressed in their robes. 

Grim came running over to you with a big smile as he jumped in excitement, waving his little paws. “Did you see all the little freshman?! They’re like babies compared to us!” He laughed proudly as you scooped him up with a smile. “Well I mean… They just finished middle school.” The awkward transitional period for all humans. Suddenly being seen as an actual teenager from those who are already teenagers and older. You carried Grim out of the room and into the flooding hall of robed students. You were happy the school was lively again.

“After school tomorrow, me and Ruggie are heading down to the town. Remember that café I worked at sometimes? Did you want to go?” You asked and watched the monster's ears perked up as he removed his hood with his little furry paws. Grim looked surprised by your statement. “Well… I mean… I guess he can be invited.” He crossed his arms with a small pout. The monster didn’t seem to approve of the adventure tomorrow afternoon. “Ruggie has eaten dinner at Ramshackle with us before. This is just us going out for coffee as a welcome back thing.” You weren’t sure why Grim was upset. It could be that he preferred having you to himself. Ever since you got here, you and Grim had been stuck together like glue. And with the two of you spending the whole summer together with no other students around, it made sense that he was feeling clingy.

You worried about the day you would be sent home by Crowley, and at this point you were sure Grim either forgot or couldn’t comprehend that kind of possibility. Honestly, you didn’t want to think about it either. 

“He’s only invited this time! Then it’s back to just us!” He announced with a firm tone as you carried him out of the school and down the dark, dirt path to Ramshackle. “Well, Grim, technically you were the one invited.” You sighed with an eyebrow raised in confusion. “What happens at lunch time during classes?” You asked as Grim looked away. The pouting returned as he pressed his head against your chest.

The weather was starting to cool, and the gentle wind rustled your robes. The moon hadn’t reached its highest point yet. It felt perfect for a night walk on the campus. It was quiet between you and Grim. The only ambience was from the dancing tree branches and the crunch of coarse soil beneath your shoes. As you reached the iron gate Grim was back to his bubbly self. “I want French Toast tomorrow! And syrup! With whipped cream! And  butter! And I want to try that coffee stuff!” Grim was excited for the treats that awaited him tomorrow. 

“Grim, I don't think coffee is a good idea…” You already feared the possibility of syrup clinging to his fur. But caffeine might be too much for him especially late into the afternoon. You weren’t sure if his body could handle it even if he was capable of eating blot stones. “But you drink it.” He grumbled with his ears folded. His cheeks puffed and pouty as you passed the iron gate and walked up the path to Ramshackle. “That’s different, you won’t like the taste anyway.” You gently rubbed at the top of his head as you now stood on the wooden porch. “I promise it isn’t that great.” You wanted to cheer him up since he returned to pouting. He grumbled under his breath as you pushed open the heavy wooden door. “Think about your delicious French toast… Plain milk would make it taste better. What about chocolate milk? And you can drink it out of a coffee cup when we get there?” You cooed as Grim started to perk up again, his big blue eyes blinked up at you as you carried him up the stairs, waving to the ghosts who had settled in the foyer to watch something on the TV in black and white. “Chocolate milk looks like coffee, oh! Hot chocolate is better. Usually coffee is served hot.” You smiled hopefully, feeling Grim’s tail swish happily behind him. 

Grim was satisfied with the offer, purring happily as he pressed his head into your chest. “Way better than coffee, I might get it too.” You sang as you opened the door to the shared bedroom. 

Two letters were placed on your pillow with the NRC wax seal. Crowley did mention that everyone should see their schedules somewhere in their dorms before classes began tomorrow. You helped Grim out of his robes, neatly folding them to later wash free of the fur strands that clung to the expensive fabric. “Can I help make dinner? I think I’m getting better at using a spatula!” He offered excitedly as you elected to shower before dinner for the night. “I don’t see why not. You can show me your skills after I finish in the shower.”

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Grim was already looking at his schedule addressed to him with a smile. You sat beside him on the bed to look at your own. The both of you had settled on Omurice, and you made a special batch of rice with tuna for Grim while you ate chicken. It was finally getting late. But you didn’t feel tired. Not yet.

“So in the afternoon I’m supposed to be in class 3B. And you’ll still be in 2A with Ace and Deuce.” You explained as you looked over the schedule with a hum. 3B… Last year Ruggie was in 2B. It was possible he would be there. The two of you would officially be sharing a classroom. You didn’t mind it. He was the same age as you and it offered a sense of familiarity. You weren’t a fan of getting the ‘granny’ jokes from Ace so it would be a nice change of pace to end the day. “I should get you a little backpack to wear since we’ll be separated…” You muttered as you laid on your back in thought as you stared up at the paper. 

“A backpack?! I want one with flames on it! Oh! And those patches you can sew on! And I want my name on it so everyone knows it’s mine!” Grim started to bounce on the mattress as you smiled at the thought of sending him off on his own with a tiny backpack. “I can see what they have online but I can’t promise you anything.” You hummed as you neatly folded the schedule, tossing it on your nightstand. 

Maybe if you had tried harder last year, you would get the chance to sit in a class with Leona. Your heart skipped at the thought. Sitting beside him as he napped or even being invited to skip with him… Your face started to burn in embarrassment at the thought of him luring you into the gardens… What kind of intentions would Leona have? … The prince would have good ones. 

He was a gentleman even if he didn’t look like it. But you were capable of seduction… Probably. 

“Are you going to sleep already?” Grim asked, his little paws pressing on your stomach as he curled up close with a small yawn. You shook your head, your eyes had now locked themselves onto your phone. “I think I’ll stay up a little longer.” You mumbled as you saw everyone posting for the first day back. Even some of the people you had met who were now off campus. You couldn’t help yourself; you checked Leona’s account.

He posted a picture of what looked to be the inside of a library. But there was no caption. You wanted to text him. Or at least leave a comment. Your nerves had gotten the best of you. Instead, you liked the photo and scrolled away. 

[buckychristwrites]

Could This Be | Chap. Nine | j.t.

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: One minute, you're single and working for AFC Richmond as the team's medic. The next minute, you're in a fake relationship with the team's handsome striker who you know next to nothing about.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Discussions of Previous Emotional & Physical Domestic Violence. Cussing. Fake Dating

A/N: :)

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What’s the famous saying? That in a room full of people, you could still feel your loneliest?

That’s how you felt in the hospital waiting room, surrounded by the entire AFC Richmond team and coaching staff.

The telly was playing Friends reruns, which was fine for the first little bit. But after three hours, you were ready to throw something through the screen. Besides that, the tiny waiting room with white walls and filled to the brim with people was mostly quiet. The melancholy in the air choked out any sort of conversation as everyone sat around, on their phones or staring at the floor, just waiting.

Jamie’s mum had shown up at some point amongst the chaos. She didn’t look how you expected her to, but then again, you hadn’t really put a lot of thought into how his mum would look. It was clear where Jamie got his personality. She was friendly, giving a hug to everyone in the room, except you, but only because you had strategically stepped behind Roy at just the right moment so that she wouldn’t see you. She had spent most of the time in the room with Jamie, while his stepfather, Simon, hung out with the rest of the lot. 

Whenever Georgie came out to give updates, or to just take a break, you’d find yourself trying to hide from her. Pressing your back in the corner and hoping you wouldn’t be noticed. Fleeing to the toilets. Keeping a magazine in front of your face. It wasn’t immediately clear to you why meeting her would be such a bad thing. Maybe it was because you found yourself to somehow be at fault for Jamie’s accident.

Maybe he would’ve seen the other player had he not been distracted by the conversation prior to the match.

Maybe he wouldn’t have been hurt so bad if you had given him more time to heal before clearing him to play. 

Maybe he shouldn’t have been on the pitch at all. 

“Hey,” Keeley’s gentle voice brought you out of your thoughts. When you looked up, she was taking a seat next to you. “We’re all gonna head to the canteen and grab a bite to eat. Do you want to come? Or do you want me to grab something for you?” Stretching from the long hours of sitting, you shook your head.

“I’m not really hungry,” You admitted. She cocked her head to the side.

“When was the last time you ate?” 

Squinting your eyes, you tried to remember. The clock on the wall informed you it was just after midnight, and from what you could recall, you hadn’t even eaten breakfast that morning before the match. 

“Around lunch yesterday, I think.” 

Keeley frowned. “Maybe you should go home for a bit. Have a shower, get some sleep.” You were shaking your head long before she finished her words.

“I’ll stay.”

She stared at you for a long time, as you let your eyes drop down to the floor. The wheels were turning in her head to say something of comfort to you, but nothing must’ve come, for she gave your shoulder a loving squeeze before turning and walking out of the now empty waiting room. Even though you hadn’t really said much since your arrival, you wished that someone would have stayed behind to keep you company. 

You laid your head against the wall.

Inhale.

Exhale.

From what you knew, he was doing surprisingly well, all things considering. He had a pretty severe concussion, as far as they could tell, but they couldn’t figure out why he had stopped breathing, which was why he was being kept for observation. They suspected that it was just from the swelling, but it was hard to say. The doctor minced no words when he told Georgie that he more than likely wouldn’t be able to play for the next month. He really hadn’t been awake much, mostly resting due to the extensive injury as well as the intense pain medication regimen they had him on.

Yawning, you looked out the window. The hospital towered over London, the city looking beautiful with the evening lights on. You stared down at the cars and the people, all of them looking as small as ants, as you wondered if they felt as small and insignificant as you did.

“Just us, then?”

You jumped, turning to find Georgie at the doorway, smiling at you. Squeezing your arms around your torso, you gave her a half baked smile.

“Everyone went to grab something to eat,” You told her. Tapping the frame with her hand, she entered. As she got closer to you, your heart picked up in pace. 

“You must be the infamous girlfriend I’ve been hearin’ all about,” She said in a gentle voice as she sat down next to you. Her accent was just like Jamie’s, which was weird to you for no particular reason other than you weren’t used to hearing it off anyone else. “It’s lovely to finally meet ya.” 

“I’m sorry you heard about me through the papers,” You said, finally meeting her eye. The furrow in your brow suggested you said something wrong.

“The papers?” She asked, leaning back as she laughed. “Love, Jamie talks about ya all the time!” Heat rose in your cheeks at the idea of Jamie talking to his mom about you. She shook her head, still smiling. “He calls a couple times a week. Not once have we spoken where ya weren’t mentioned. I feel like I know ya already, and we only just met!” 

Your arms loosened as you sat up straighter. “I’m sorry we didn’t meet under better circumstances then.” Her smile faltered ever so slightly.

“Ahh, he’ll be okay.” She sniffed, looking down at her hands, which were folded in her lap. “He’s strong.” She looked back at you, nudging you with her elbow. “I also saw you takin’ care of him on that field. He’s lucky you were there.” 

You said nothing, instead just giving her a smile before looking down at the floor. You didn’t feel like anyone should be lucky that you were there. 

“D’ya know what? Why don’t you go see him?” She asked. Your eyes snapped back up.

“Oh, that’s okay,” You said while trying not to sound so tense. “You can-“

“Nonsense!” She urged, waving you towards the door. “He’s just been sleepin’. Just keep him company. Give me a bit of a break.” Her smile was so loving, so encouraging. It was enough to get you off the chair and walking blankly out of the room. 

The hallways made you miss the peace and quiet of the waiting room. Staff were rushing and running up and down the hallways. The sound of beeping coming out of every doorway. In the distance, a phone was ringing repeatedly without being answered. Why wasn’t anyone answering it? 

His room appeared to your right. Staring into the cracked open door, you could see the end of his occupied bed, the blankets having a lump shaped as feet underneath it. It was a single room, which was damn near impossible to get in any hospital these days, but you were sure Jamie Tartt was being given the VIP treatment. The door didn’t creek when you let yourself in. Cold air was rushing out of the air conditioning unit, forcing you to hug your arms around your torso again. When you were far enough into the room to see the entirety of the room, you froze.

Jamie looked better than you had imagined him to. Being a medical provider yourself, it was easy to let your mind spiral to the worst case scenario. In your head, you pictured severe bandaging and tubes down his throat (despite no one ever having mentioned him being ventilated). But here he was, looking like he was just peacefully resting. No bandages at all. No tubes to be seen. Just an IV in his arm with fluids running down, attached to a pump that was providing him with medication for pain. 

A chair was staged next to his bed. It was clear Georgie had put it there, considering the armrest of it was touching the bed rail. 

You slowly sunk down into the chair, letting your back fall into the seat as your eyes never left Jamie. His hand was close to the edge of the bed, suggesting his mum had been holding it. Should you? You wanted to. Would he want you to, though? 

The heart monitor beeped at a low volume along with the beat of his heart. You watched the vitals machine, letting the information mull inside your head. They were pretty perfect for a guy who had just, hours before, needed someone to breathe for him. You could still see it when you closed your eyes. The image of Jamie with the mask on, his skin a grey colour, his chest rising and falling in a way that didn’t look real. It was burned into your brain like it had been branded there by fire. 

You had never believed for a second that he would die. But as someone who had seen tamer injuries take an awful turn, the thought was always there. What if? What if the last feeling he had felt was anger towards you? It made you sick to consider.

The ruffling of the pillow was what let you know he was waking up. Your eyes found him just in time to watch his flutter open. He stared at the ceiling for a long moment, as if he was trying to figure out where he was. He looked to his left first, gazing out the dark windows, before turning his head again and finding you.

His face relaxed.

“There she is,” He said through slurred words. “My favourite fake girlfriend.” He smiled goofily up at the ceiling. Then, he eyed you again. “Are you still my fake girlfriend?” You bit your lip.

“Yes, Jamie,” You said. “Although, you shouldn’t call me that right now. Your mum is here.” He blew a raspberry. 

“Fine. My very real girlfriend, then.” 

“How are you feeling?” You asked him. He shrugged lackadaisically.

“Weird,” He said. “Me head feels foggy.” You nodded.

“That tends to happen when you get kicked at full force in the head.” 

He snickered. “Goofy girl.” He looked around again before looking back at you. “D’ya know, I dreamt about ya when I was knocked out.” 

You felt like you had just gotten kicked in the chest by a donkey. “What?”

“You were tellin’ me I was gonna be fine,” He explained. “I was in a room by meself, but I could hear ya. Looked everywhere for ya.” He shook his head. “But you’re really good at hidin’.” The smile slowly fell from his face. “I was so scared when I couldn’t find ya.” 

Tears fell from your eyes as you slipped your hand into his. He fit his fingers between yours, as if it was second nature for him to do so. 

“I’m just so glad you’re okay,” You sighed. When he noticed you were crying, he shook his head lightly.

“Nooooo, don’t do that,” He said, pulling at your hand to bring you out of your seat. “Com’ere.” You stole a glance at the door before plopping into the bed, curling carefully into Jamie’s side. You were on your side, head on the shoulder of his arm that was wrapped around you. 

“I’m sorry,” You said as he pressed his nose into your forehead. “For the chat we had in the car.” He shook his head. 

“I was the one bein’ a prick,” He said. “I shouldnt’ve yelled at ya. I just…” He paused, turning his head upwards again to stare at the ceiling. You placed a hesitant hand on his chest, which he immediately took with his free hand, thumb stroking the top of yours. “I think… maybe I just got used to this. It’ll hurt when it’s done. Like an actual breakup, d’ya know what I mean?”

“I do.” 

He looked down at you again. You could see the hesitation behind what he wanted to say next. After a moment, he sighed. “Think I fell in love with ya a little bit, if I’m honest.” 

Your jaw tensed as the butterflies in your stomach began to flutter. 

“Breaking your own rule,” You remarked playfully, but he shook his head.

“No, the rule was that you-“ He pointed at you, his hand still holding yours. “-couldn’t fall in love with me.” He pointed at himself before letting his hand drop again. “Never said nothin’ ‘bout what I do.”

“Clearly you should’ve.”

He huffed. “Obviously.” 

You sat quietly for a long time, debating. Contemplating. It was all so tempting. To just lay it all out there. To tell him the truth. But the fear was so vivid. So loud. Telling you that it wouldn’t last forever. That eventually he’d get tired of you, just like they always did. 

“I just don’t think I’m ready,” You finally admitted before burying your face a little further into his shoulder.

“For what?” He asked, shifting slightly. Looking back at him, you stared into his wide ocean blues as they waited so patiently for your answer.

“For you to love me.” 

He sat with that for a moment, his thumb stroking your shoulder. You were surprised with how calm you felt in the moment. Now that the words were out there, you felt relieved. Like a weight had just fallen off your shoulders. 

“Who said I’m ready to love you, hmm?” He asked, taking away the serious tone of the conversation. The corners of your mouth flicked upwards.

“You did,” You said. “You just said-“

“I said a little bit, thank ya,” He corrected you. 

“Oh gosh,” You said, feigning remorse. “I’m so sorry for my error.”

“Ya should be. Twistin’ my words.” 

The two of you laid in silence for a little while. Every inhale welcomed his scent into your lungs. It was calming to be in his arms like this. The only thing stopping this from being perfect was the sound of the heart monitor, which had increased in speed ever since you had joined him in the bed.

“So I’ll let you know when I’m ready,” He said softly. “Unless you’re ready before me, then you let me know first, deal?”

You heard the meaning behind his words.

When you’re ready for this to be real, let me know.

Blinking away the tears that threatened to fall, you moved your hand to his opposite shoulder, giving him a squeeze.

“Deal.”

~

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[lu-fic-recommendation-of-the-day]

By @telemna-hyelle

Summary:

The group gets separated after a particularly nasty battle, and Legend, Twilight, Sky, Wind, and Hyrule stumble into the first shelter they can find. Unfortunately for Legend, that shelter is the Palace of the Four Sword--but not the one he knows all too well.

Tags:

Dot/Four

IT HAS BEGUN AHAHAHAH

Palace of the Four Sword AU

Angst with a Happy Ending

Hurt/Comfort

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Tellie writes angst for once in her life

don't expect to see it very often but here we are

no beta we die like bokos

i'm hurting the boys

Four Sword functions according to LU canon

Tags will update along with story

the "best" is yet to come

BEHOLD

Allow me to show you what happens when a fix fic goes wrong

Word count: 25,409

Finished: No

[cozza-frenzy]

Update on our situation

Terry here. I'll be honest, I'm only writing this down now things seem to have Stopped Happening so I can kind of take inventory. I haven't had any time to process any of this, so I'm just going to go through Simply Plural and list things. Thanks for bearing with us. It's been an awful couple of weeks.

Fusions Anarchy - Fused with Gadget, who briefly came out of dormancy Bitter - Fused with Mayhem, now goes by He/It/That Bastard (which is still funny to me) Dr. Brewer - Fused with Jeremy and Getter after a long negotiation period, to try and offset the harm they were doing to the system and to each other; seems to have succeeded, sometimes struggles a bit. Retained his identity post-fusion Holiday - Fused with Arcadia, minor changes to in-sys appearance Martin - Fused with Seamus (a new fragment); now carries some memories of our grandparents, no major change in appearance but has taken to using a cane to walk in the Inner World Papyrus - Still around but fused with Deedee (a new fragment); now in charge of "pathfinding" for Chaos' doors, increasing speed and accuracy, and making it easy to form permanent connections between areas of the Inner World Raine - Fused with Sasha, a new introject from The Magnus Archives. She identifies as both names (we sometimes call them Sasha-Raine) and uses She/They Taffy - Still around; lost Celeste's part but fused with Susan, now uses Any/All + Star/Stars Terry - Fused with Exi, I retained my identity and have a few minor changes to my in-sys appearance Returning Celeste - Returned from dormancy, and re-separated from Taffy Dagwood (Partial) - Nathan's part came out of dormancy and began communicating again; they have not re-separated Leaf - Returned from dormancy, re-separated from Raine Mello - Re-separated from Exi after they fused with me, because I'm not able to hold trauma long-term; they seem confident in their ability to tackle this, and want to try fusion again someday New Alters "Apple" (She/Her) - Introject from a source she doesn't want to disclose. In-system therapist; offers a private space for alters to process their feelings while not fronting. Soft-spoken, easily embarrassed, but a good listener Helena (She/They/It) - Brainmade. Aims to uncover repressed desires and counter harmful behaviors related to suppressing them. Uses a lot of italics while typing, speaks her mind, very flirty Hermes (He/They) - Brainmade. In-system "mailman", facilitates communication. Friendly and a little naive, "happy to help" Hex (It/They) - Introject from Discworld. Artificial intelligence that helps manage the library, and keeps an eye on the system's status. Finds human bodily functions to be "weird", can front via a hologram, not usually very emotional but very attached to their favorite teddy bear (anyone who knows its source will know why) Tabitha (She/Her) - Brainmade/"Factive" introject of our late grandparents. Holds memories of them, and is a caregiver to alters of all ages. Your pretty typical "feisty old lady", likes card games and doesn't like to be coddled Tellie (It/None) - Introject from Pendog Creative Library. Seemingly holds our knowledge of how to drive and operate the complex electronics and machines from our various jobs and hobbies. Seems to "hide in the wires" of the Inner World, existing as pure electricity until it makes itself known Yggy (Any/All) - Pronounced "Iggy"; seems to have a connection to the Inner World's giant tree. Sounds a bit like a stereotypical "hippie"; it's able to come and go as he pleases without using doors, and can help identify the source of emotional pain "Zee" (They/Them) - Introject from a source they don't want to disclose. Gender dysphoria holder; a bit jaded, prone to sarcasm, but open to exploration of their own identity, and willing to help others with theirs

I have no idea what our current headcount is, but I'll update it when I have the energy for it. We haven't had anyone show up in the past 48 hours or so, but I'll give it a full week before I decide this whole thing is finally over, and we can start picking up the pieces. Hope everyone's having a happy and safe holiday. I'll try and post something more positive tomorrow, if I have time.

[sapootindia]

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