#was it that hard to be happy about his return

[satellite-evans]

Hi! Could I please request a one shot where Harry is sick maybe during tour and his gf has to take care of him? Thank you! I love your writing!

a/n: thank you so much for liking my work, it truly means a lot! it's a little short but I still hope you'll like it <3

sick on tour

The hotel room is quiet except for the noise of the air conditioning and the occasional sniffle from the lump of blankets curled up in the middle of the king-sized bed. The curtains are drawn, shielding the bright city lights outside from intruding on the peaceful, dimly lit space. Harry has always liked his hotel rooms cozy—candles on the nightstand, his favorite hoodie draped over the chair, and the softest pillows he could find. But tonight, none of it seems to bring him comfort.

You stand at the edge of the mattress, arms crossed, watching Harry sulk into his pillow. His curls are a mess, sticking to his slightly damp forehead, his nose a little pink from the fever, and yet—despite looking absolutely miserable—he’s still trying to convince you he’s fine.

“I can do the show,” he rasps, voice hoarse and scratchy. He attempts to prop himself up on his elbows, but the movement sends him into a fit of coughing. You sigh and press a hand to his chest, gently urging him back down.

“Baby, no. You can barely sit up.”

He frowns, brows knitting together like a petulant child. “S’just a little cold.”

“You have a fever, a sore throat, and you sound like you swallowed sandpaper,” you point out, smoothing your fingers over his clammy forehead. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Harry grumbles something incoherent and burrows further into the pillows. You can tell he hates this—hates being taken care of, hates being seen as anything less than strong. But the thing is, to you, he’s always strong. Even now, curled up in a nest of tissues and blankets, he’s still the man you love more than anything.

Tour has been brutal on him lately. Night after night of performing, giving his all to the crowds that adore him, leaving every ounce of himself on that stage. He never complains—not about the exhaustion, not about the jet lag, not about the toll it takes on his body. But you see it in the way his shoulders slump when he thinks no one is looking, the way his voice is a little more raw each morning, the way he clings to you just a little tighter when he finally collapses into bed at the end of the night.

“I can’t cancel, though,” he whispers after a long moment, his voice laced with guilt. “They’ve probably spent so much money—flights, hotels, tickets, clothes and waited months just to see me. I can’t let them down, I just can't.”

You soften, understanding where his frustration is coming from. Harry has always carried the weight of his fans' happiness on his shoulders, always put them first. It’s one of the many reasons you love him—but right now, he needs to put himself first.

You take his hand in yours, rubbing slow, comforting circles over his knuckles. “Harry, sweetheart, I already spoke to Jeff. He and the team handled everything. They put out a statement, rescheduled the show, and made sure the fans know how much you care about them Not that they need a statement anyway. They know how much you love them.”

His brows furrow. “You—”

“I took care of it,” you interrupt gently. “So you don’t have to worry, okay? The fans love you, but they love you healthy and not sticky. You can’t give them the show they deserve if you push yourself too hard now. That is not what they deserve.”

Harry lets out a slow breath, his tense shoulders easing just a fraction. He still looks guilty, but there’s also relief in his tired eyes. “You really talked to Jeff?”

You nod. “Of course. Your health comes first, baby. Now please let me take care of you."

You slip out of the room quietly and return with a damp cloth, gently dabbing it against his forehead. The coolness makes him sigh, his tense shoulders relaxing under your touch. Then, you hold up a spoonful of honey-laced tea to his lips. He scrunches his nose but accepts it, swallowing with a soft grimace.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, voice slightly clearer now.

You smile and brush your fingers over his cheek. “Of course, my love.”

After making sure he’s warm enough, you reach for the small bowl of soup on the nightstand that you kindly asked form the hotel staff. “Just a little, H. You need something in your stomach other than medicine.”

"The fans would've probably ask for me to sing medicine tonight but they can't because I need it. The irony." He said, trying to lighten the room up with a joke but cough wave that crushed him once again.

"Drink Harry." You said sternly.

He looks at you like he wants to argue, but he knows better. You lift the spoon to his lips, and after a moment’s hesitation, he leans forward and takes a bite. A small, content sigh escapes him, and you can’t help but grin.

“You’re good at this,” he mutters, sleep beginning to weigh heavy on him.

“I'm just good at loving you lovie,” you reply simply, brushing back his curls as he lets his eyes drift shut.

His fingers reach for yours under the blanket, giving them a weak squeeze. “Love you more.”

You sit beside him, pressing a soft kiss to his fever-warmed temple. “Just rest, my love. I’ve got you.”

And with the way he sighs, relaxing into your touch, you know he believes you.

Tomorrow, he’ll probably try to argue again. Try to tell you he feels fine, that he’s ready to get back out there, to put on another show. But for tonight, he’s yours to take care of. And you wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world.

[scoupsakakitty]

Happy Birthday | idol!Dino x Reader | fluff

The buzzing atmosphere of the backstage area in Singapore should’ve been enough to distract Chan from the nagging feeling in his chest. The members were laughing, tossing snacks at each other, teasing Mingyu about his hair, and Jun was trying to teach Vernon some weird dance move he’d found online. But Chan’s heart wasn’t in it.

It was his birthday, and he should’ve been over the moon—celebrating with his hyungs, ready to give the fans an unforgettable show. But no matter how hard he tried to shake it off, he couldn’t ignore the emptiness of knowing she wasn’t there.

Y/N.

She had called him the night before, her voice soft and apologetic, telling him how much she wished she could be there with him. But work had kept her in Seoul, and Chan had understood—at least, he’d tried to. Still, waking up in a hotel room without her smile, without her morning birthday kiss, felt heavier than he expected.

He’d smiled through it all, convincing the members he was fine, but they weren’t fools. Especially not Seungkwan.

“Yah, Lee Chan,” Seungkwan called out, flopping down on the couch beside him with a knowing look. “You’ve been staring at that wall for five minutes. It’s not going to wish you a happy birthday, you know?”

Chan chuckled weakly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m fine, hyung. Just thinking.”

Seungkwan narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but didn’t press further. Instead, he launched into a dramatic retelling of a fan encounter from earlier that day, complete with wild gestures that had Jeonghan and Joshua in stitches. Chan tried to laugh along, but his mind drifted back to Y/N.

Maybe he could call her. Just hearing her voice might help.

Pulling out his phone, Chan excused himself from the group’s antics and dialed her number. The ringing tone echoed in his ear, and he paced a few steps, heart hoping for her familiar, warm “Hello?”

But it went straight to voicemail.

He frowned, glancing at his phone. That’s weird. Y/N usually picked up right away, especially if he was the one calling. Maybe she was busy with work or resting. Still, disappointment settled deeper in his chest.

Unbeknownst to him, the members exchanged sly glances from across the room. The plan was in motion.

A little while later, Chan returned to the group, forcing a smile as Minghao pulled him into a random arm wrestling match while DK and Woozi bickered over what snacks to eat before the show. The laughter around him was infectious, but his heart still felt heavy.

Then, just as he was about to grab a bottle of water, the room suddenly went dark.

“What the—?” Chan blinked, his eyes adjusting to the sudden darkness. “Hyung, did someone trip the power?”

Before anyone could answer, a soft glow illuminated the doorway. Chan’s heart stopped.

There she was.

Y/N stood in the entrance, a small cake in her hands, the candles flickering gently as she began to sing.

“Happy birthday to you…”

Her voice was soft, melodic, and as soon as the members and staff realized what was happening, they joined in, their voices filling the room.

Chan’s jaw dropped. His heart pounded in his chest, disbelief and joy washing over him in waves. For a moment, he thought he was dreaming. But when she stepped closer, the smile on her face as real as the tears welling in his eyes, he knew it was real.

As soon as the song ended, Chan let out a loud, gleeful shout, jumping into the air with excitement.

“Y/N!!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking with emotion.

Without thinking, he blew out the candles in one swift breath, practically snatching the cake from her hands and thrusting it into Seungcheol’s unsuspecting arms. Then, he wrapped Y/N in the tightest hug, lifting her off the ground as he spun her around.

“Oh my God, you’re here!” he whispered into her ear, his voice filled with disbelief and happiness. “I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

She laughed, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. “Surprise, birthday boy.”

When he finally set her down, his hands cupped her face, his eyes scanning every inch of her as if to make sure she was real.

“But… how?” he asked breathlessly. “You said you couldn’t come.”

She grinned, glancing over his shoulder at the members, who were all trying to act innocent but failing miserably.

“Well,” she began, “you have some very sneaky friends.”

Seungkwan crossed his arms, a smug grin on his face. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Chan laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “You guys planned this?”

“The moment you started moping, we knew we had to do something,” Mingyu teased, ruffling Chan’s hair.

Joshua chuckled. “And honestly, it was fun keeping it a secret.”

Chan turned back to Y/N, his heart so full he thought it might burst. “This is the best birthday ever.”

They spent the next hour chatting, laughing, and Y/N catching up with the members as if she was part of the group. She told them stories about Chan that had them in stitches, while Chan tried (and failed) to defend himself. It felt like home, like everything was perfect.

Eventually, it was time for the concert. As the members started to prepare, Y/N squeezed Chan’s hand.

“Go give them the best show of your life,” she whispered, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “I’ll be right there, cheering you on.”

He smiled, his heart swelling. “Don’t go too hard on me. I might get distracted.”

She laughed, and the staff led her to the front of the stage while Chan joined the members for their final preparations.

The concert was electric. The energy from the fans was overwhelming, but Chan’s eyes kept finding Y/N in the crowd. She was right there, singing along to every word, her smile shining brighter than the stage lights. Seeing her there, feeling her support—it was everything he needed.

During a brief break between songs, Seungkwan nudged Chan with his elbow, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“She’s really cheering you on, huh?” Seungkwan teased, nodding towards Y/N.

Chan grinned, his heart full. “Yeah… I’m so happy she’s here. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good on stage.”

Seungkwan wiggled his eyebrows. “Wanna have some fun?”

Chan raised an eyebrow, curious. “What kind of fun?”

Seungkwan leaned in, whispering, “Let’s make her sing Aju Nice with us.”

Chan burst out laughing, trying to keep his composure as the next song’s intro played. “Oh, that’s evil.

Seungkwan grinned devilishly. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Let’s see if she can handle the pressure.”

Chan chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief at his hyung’s antics. “Alright, alright. Let’s do it.”

As the beat for Aju Nice kicked in, the crowd erupted in cheers. The members danced and sang, feeding off the fans’ energy. Chan kept sneaking glances at Y/N, who was jumping and singing along, completely immersed in the moment.

Then, as the chorus approached, Seungkwan gave Chan a quick nod and made his way to the edge of the stage, microphone in hand. The fans screamed louder, thinking he was about to interact with them—but Seungkwan had a different target.

Spotting Y/N in the front row, Seungkwan pointed directly at her with a mischievous grin. Her eyes widened in panic as she realized what was happening.

“Y/N!” Seungkwan called out over the mic, his voice booming through the arena. “Your turn!”

Y/N’s face turned bright red, and she immediately started shaking her head, mouthing, No way! The crowd around her laughed, some even chanting her name, encouraging her to join in.

Chan was laughing so hard on stage he nearly missed his cue. He bent over, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath as he watched Y/N desperately wave Seungkwan off.

But Seungkwan was relentless. He leaned down, holding the microphone closer to her, his grin growing wider. “Come on, Y/N! Just one line!”

The music dipped, signaling the perfect moment for Y/N to sing the iconic Aju Nice line. The crowd fell into a playful hush, all eyes on her.

Y/N groaned, covering her face with her hands for a second before finally giving in. She peeked out from behind her fingers, took a deep breath, and with all the energy she could muster, shouted into the mic:

“AJU NICE!”

The arena exploded in cheers and laughter. Even the members on stage were clapping and cheering her on. Chan was practically rolling on the floor, his heart full of love and amusement. Y/N covered her face again, laughing along with everyone else, but Chan could see the sparkle in her eyes. She was having fun, and that was all that mattered to him.

As the song continued, Seungkwan returned to Chan’s side, still chuckling. “She did better than I thought,” he teased.

Chan grinned, his chest swelling with pride. “She’s perfect.”

After the final song and encore, the members took their bows and waved to the fans, hearts full from the incredible night. But Chan’s mind was already racing ahead, eager to see Y/N again.

Backstage was a blur of staff members congratulating them and fans’ cheers still echoing in their ears. But Chan didn’t care about any of that. The moment he saw Y/N waiting near the back entrance, he ran to her.

“Y/N!” he called out, his voice hoarse from performing but still filled with excitement.

She barely had time to react before he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off the ground and spinning her in a circle. Her laughter was the sweetest sound in the world to him.

When he finally set her down, she cupped his face in her hands, her eyes sparkling with joy.

“Happy Birthday, my love,” she whispered, her voice soft and full of affection.

Chan’s heart felt like it could burst. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers, his hands resting gently on her waist.

“I love you,” he whispered back, his voice barely audible over the backstage noise.

Y/N smiled, her thumb brushing over his cheek. “I love you too, birthday boy.”

[sheeple]

Part two to this. This series also has a title now: John has liked your photo! Hope you enjoy this as much as last time. Does it also show how little I know about kissing?

The second time you and John see each other in a cafe in the city centre. This time it's you who suggests meeting up. It made John feel giddy and like a schoolboy again when your text lit up his phone screen.

Your anxiousness made you way too early — as usual. But not too soon after, John appears in the cafe, also way too early. It makes you giggle.

"What is your go-to coffee order?", you ask while waiting in line, eyeing the menu and the delicious-looking pastries.

John hums, his hands clasped behind his back. "I hate to disappoint you, doll, but I'm a black coffee guy. Or tea."

Turning towards him with your eyes wide, not knowing if it is because of the nickname or the confession to drink coffee with nothing in it. "Not even some milk?"

He shakes his head with a smile. "None. If I'm in shipped out I'm happy to get a cuppa so I got used to the stuff raw."

Now you feel stupid for your usual very sweet coffee order. John sees the subtility in your face and he bumps his shoulder against yours. "Well, you are what you eat. So no wonder you're so sweet."

It makes your face heat up and you stumble over your words, not sure how to get out a response.

The line quickly moves along and John orders his black coffee and you your white chocolate mocha. Before he has time to grab his wallet, you've whipped out your phone and paid for it. You give him a daring smile while giving your name.

The two of you go sit in a quiet corner and wait for the coffee to arrive. You are telling some story about what has happened at work this week and halfway your name gets called out. John holds out his hand so you can stay put, and he grabs the order.

"Sorry, go on", he says with a smile when he returns with the coffees, placing yours in front of you with the ear facing your dominant hand.

"So", you say after finishing your story, "we haven't really talked about what we seek. You know... with dating and such." You nervously trace the rim of the glass, glancing up at the man.

John's leaning relaxed back into the chair, his legs spread wide and a comfortable smile on his face. "Gauging the vibe, doll?"

You can't help but feel your cheeks heat up again as you slink slightly down. "Maybe. Wouldn't want to waste your time if you want something completely different than me." You shrug, trying to play it cool.

That makes him lean forward a bit. "You sayin' that your time's less valuable than mine?"

That leaves you gaping like a fish. And it makes John crack a cheeky smile, showing he's teasing you.

"So do I have to worry about crazy exes or something?", he asks with a smile.

You shrug, putting your hair behind your ear. "Don't have to worry about something that's never been there", you say casually, taking a sip of your drink.

John's eyes bulge out of their sockets. Did he hear you correctly? Have you never dated anyone? How could such a wonder as you not have boys and men lined up and down the street, jumping for just a glance from you?

"Do I?", you ask timidly at his wide eyes and no response.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he clears his throat. Now is the time to come clean. "I mean... not like you have to worry about her, but there is my ex-wife."

"Wife?!" You clasp a hand over your mouth as you said that a bit too loud. "A-and for how long are you divorced? If I may ask, at least."

John smiles at your bashfulness. "Almost two years. We were married just short of a year. It was impulsive and I quickly discovered that being married to her wasn't as great as I thought it would be."

Unconsciously, you reach out and take hold of his hand. You can understand how hard it is to admit something like that to practically a stranger. "It must have been hard, going through that time in your life. Never mind the judgement of others."

He nods. "Something like that. It was more of the pitying glances of my family and their comments that got me at first. Their opinions about her and me and our relationship weren't always the kindest. But you get used to it and after a while, you get desensitized."

As you open your mouth to say something, a call of your name makes the two of you turn your heads. "Oh lord", you mumble as your aunt and cousin come walking towards the two of you.

"How are you, dear? " your aunt smiles widely, pulling you up for a hug. "I haven't seen you in a while! How's school? Oh, right. Your mum told me you quit and are working now. How do you like it? And who is this?" She turns her attention towards John.

The man dutiful stands up and offers his hand to your aunt. "John Price, ma'am."

From behind your aunt, you see your cousin lean over and mouth the words, "Who's that?", to you. "Date", you mouth back. She checks him once over and nods in appreciation.

"Oh mum, didn't you say you needed to go to that one store before it closes?", asks your cousin loudly, pulling the attention from your aunt.

"Right! It was lovely meeting you, John. See you next time, dear." Your aunt kisses both your cheeks as a goodbye before pulling her daughter behind her. You just know you'll get a text from her later on to demand the tea.

"I am so sorry", you laugh as you sit back down, hiding your face behind your hands.

John joins you and shakes his hands. "It's fine. Aunts are kinda my speciality."

"Really?"

"No", he smiles.

The rest of the afternoon goes by with smiles and laughs and good conversation until the staff has to, again like last time, kick you out and you're reluctant to say goodbye to John.

He walked to your car. It cracked him up to see the bright yellow car that lights up when you press the unlock button. Oh, how fitting of you to drive such an eyesore.

You hoover by the door, fiddling with your keys. "I had a really good time today, John." You shyly look up, your cheeks radiating heat.

John slowly inches closer, laying a hand on your cheek. "I did too." His eyes flicker between your own and your lips. You can't help but swipe your tongue over your bottom lip before taking it between your teeth.

"I desperately wanted to kiss you all day. Can I kiss you?"

Looking at him, you nod, searching for the right words. Stumbling out a 'yeah', John closes the distance and lightly presses his lips against yours.

Not knowing what to do, you lean into the kiss and close your eyes. John slides his other hand around your middle to pull you flush against his body. Your hands feel awkward so you replicate what you've seen over the years in movies and TV and place them first on his shoulders before sliding to the back of his neck.

A soft grumble comes from deep within his chest before you pull back, feeling like you are going to pass out if you don't. Either from the lack of air or your first-ever kiss.

Smiling wide, John rests his forehead against yours. "How am I to drive away from you now, doll."

You shrug, still slightly out of breath. "I'm wondering that myself." A giggle escapes you, licking your lips. "But I really have to go through... My parents are waiting for me. We're going to my grandma..."

"Those blasted parents of yours", teases John, letting go of you. "But if you have to go. Text me when you get home safe?"

You nod, opening your car door. "Will do. You too?"

John nods with a smile and watches how you drive away. Dear God. Is he crazy that he could envision the rest of his life together with you after the second date?

[crowsongcaws]

(This is easily one of my favorite depictions of Codfather Jimmy, it feeds into my Empires s1 worldbuilding interest, and YES long hair!!! I love this account so much, I depend on each daily post, of course I had to write something)

The Codfather could feel a pair of eyes on him.

It wasn't an entirely unusual feeling—he was used to getting stray looks whenever he stood beside his sister. They'd see the Ocean Queen in all her glory, then their gaze would slide down to him, and he'd be able to feel the disappointment like a shiver and taste the pity on his tongue. He'd never quite gotten used to it.

This stare, however, was more persistent.

The Codfather tried to shake off the feeling, tried to keep himself focused on the emperor's meeting at hand, but the itch of it made him cave within a handful of minutes.

Glancing up at the current speaker, fWhip, he quickly let his eyes flicker to each person until his eyes met Smajor's. Immediately (the elf must have just then realized how long he'd been staring), he averted his gaze and fumbled with his pen to write down any sort of useful notes. The fins on the side of the Codfather's head flapped briefly in confusion, but he couldn't ask anything while fWhip was speaking, so he tuned back into the spoken topic and tried to return to his note-taking.

It was only after the meeting had come to an end that he suddenly found Smajor by his side. Admittedly, he was left flabbergasted by the sudden interest in him, and it was getting harder to assume Smajor's true interest had something to do with the Ocean Queen. Part of his inner turmoil must've been clear on his face because Smajor had the decency to look somewhat embarrassed.

"My apologies, Codfather," Smajor managed to say, formal and polite as usual—had he ever relaxed? "I just happened to notice the feather you've got in your hair, and I was wondering if that's a new fashion statement of yours?"

"I—I mean, yes?" The Codfather stammered, his confusion only becoming more apparent by the second. "Well, uh... it isn't a new fashion thing, or a 'fashion' thing at all, it's just... new for me."

Smajor tilted his head, just as confused.

Jimmy hurriedly added, "to the Cod, the sea and the sky are one and the same. Some of the more traditional people will say that this holds true enough that in this life, I may live as Cod, but in the next life, I'll be an Avian. So this feather, it represents the life before this one and the life I'll have after—that I always have and always will strive for the best no matter what."

"'The best'?" Smajor asked.

"Probably lost in translation over the centuries," he admitted, "so everyone interprets it differently. Some people say 'the best' means world peace, individual satisfaction with work or relationships, stuff like that, but I consider it to be personal happiness. I feel like it'd be hard to achieve anything else if you weren't personally happy."

At that, Smajor hummed in agreement, but he looked lost in thought. The Codfather hadn't expected to be sharing a part of his empire's culture so suddenly (or at all), but it struck him as comforting to see someone curious about it rather than the larger and more apparent culture of the Ocean Empire. Still...

"What made you ask?" he prodded.

Smajor suddenly seemed very blank-faced, his words failing for a handful of seconds before he finally said, "I thought you were engaged—"

"Engaged!?"

"—because avians in Rivendell, we—they—give feathers to those they're supposed to marry! And I didn't realize you were being courted by an avian, and the feather was so small, I didn't know if the courtship was supposed to be subtle and you were just walking around with it anyways because you wouldn't know that—"

"I'm not engaged! Lizzie would kill me if I was and she didn't know!"

The Codfather self-consciously brought a hand up to the feather, debating whether to tuck it away or remove it altogether in his wave of embarrassment, but Smajor was quicker—the elf reached out and grabbed his hand, startling them both.

"I'm sorry—" "I hope I didn't bother you—"

They both paused, and at that point, both had felt enough embarrassment to last for weeks. Smajor carefully pulled the Codfather's hand away from the feather, gently smoothing out the hair to not get tangled with the single feather.

"I'm sorry," Smajor repeated, "I just... didn't want you embarrassing yourself, and I just ended up embarrassing myself instead."

"It was a nice thought! And, well, it was nice to see someone notice. No one really asks about the Cod Empire if it isn't slime-related," The Codfather laughed, if only to mask his disappointment.

"... If you want to talk about it more, I'd love to learn more. None of my books ever teach much about the culture of other empires."

"Are you sure? It can be messy, and uh, a lot of it is just spoken history since it's so difficult to get everything written down in a majority-underwater empire—"

"Then I'll listen. Maybe take some notes if I can, so there's something in Rivendell about it."

The Codfather felt like he would genuinely cry over such an offer.

He eagerly said, "You know what? Sure! Just, send a letter! When you've got the time, of course. Leave the rest to me!"

...

Some years later, the Codfather would have a white feather of his own tangled in his hair.

...

One life later, an avian with bright yellow wings would wake up in a death game with the faintest memory of snow-cold hands and red poppies.

ah ... perchance a codfather ? or , If you are familiar at all with Jimmy's legacy smp , well . a jimmy clueless never hurt anyone ....

Day 75!

Codfather!! I just think he's pretty neat.

[meadowfics]

lockscreen

namgyu x f!reader

who wouldn't put their cute boyfriend as their lockscreen?

warnings: mentions of drug addiction. angst into fluff

this was requested <3

loving namgyu is never hard.

it was the easiest thing in the world, really.

what was hard was watching him destroy himself, knowing that no matter how much you loved him, no matter how much you wanted to save him, he had to want to save himself first.

those first months together were some of the hardest of your life.

namgyu was drowning in his addiction, and you were barely keeping your head above water trying to pull him out.

you spent too many nights waiting up for him, only for him to stumble through the door smelling like alcohol and smoke, eyes red and unfocused.

there were arguments, slamming doors, nights where he passed out before you could even say goodnight.

still, you stayed, because you loved him.

because you saw the man he could be, even when he couldn't.

love alone wasn't enough to fix him.

eventually, after one too many broken promises, one too many nights spent crying yourself to sleep,

you made the hardest decision of your life...you walked away.

not because you stopped loving him, but because you loved him too much to watch him keep destroying himself.

it was during that time apart that namgyu finally decided to change.

he checked himself into rehab, cut off the people who enabled him, and found a new job...one that didn’t have drugs and alcohol in every corner, one that didn’t drag him back into temptation every night.

you didn’t know all of this at the time.

all you knew was that, after months of silence, he showed up at your door sober, steady, and more sure of himself than you had ever seen him.

he told you he was clean. that he had been for months.

most of all, that he still loved you.

taking him back wasn’t a decision you made lightly.

when you looked into his eyes, really looked, you saw the man you had always believed he could be.

that was all you ever wanted.

now, three years into your relationship, things were different.

they were better.

namgyu still had his moments of doubt, but he had grown so much.

he smiled more now, genuine and unburdened.

he let you love him without questioning why you did.

he loved you in return in a way that left no room for doubt.

the two of you never minded using each other’s phones. there were no secrets, no reason to hide anything.

so when namgyu needed to check something online and his phone was charging in the bedroom, he didn’t think twice about picking yours up from the coffee table and unlocking it.

what he didn’t expect was to see a picture of himself staring back at him.

it wasn’t a picture he had taken or one he even remembered being taken.

as he looked at it, his breath caught in his throat.

it was from when you both visited your family in your home country over a year and a half ago.

the golden hour sun cast a warm glow over his face, softening the sharp lines of his jaw.

his black hair, always brushed, looked almost blue under the sunlight.

he looked… healthy.

he remembered that trip well.

it had been just three months into his sobriety.

he had been shaky then, still learning how to exist without numbing himself with substances, still wondering if he even deserved to be happy.

he hadn’t realized you had captured him like this...at a moment when he was still struggling, still doubting himself.

yet, somehow, in this photo, he looked at peace.

he stared at it for a long time, fingers hovering over the screen as a strange feeling swelled in his chest.

“when did you set this as your lock screen?”

his voice came out quieter than he expected, almost hesitant.

you had just stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around your body, damp hair dripping onto your shoulders.

at the sound of his voice, you glanced up, eyes flicking to your phone in his hands.

when you saw what he was talking about, a soft smile tugged at your lips.

“i’ve had that as my lock screen since the evening it was taken.”

namgyu blinked. he looked down at the picture again, then back at you.

“wait, really? but that was… that was over a year ago.”

you nodded, walking over to him.

“yeah. i never changed it.”

namgyu felt his throat tighten. of all the pictures you could have chosen, you had chosen this one.

a picture from one of the most vulnerable times in his life.

a time when he still wasn’t sure if he was worthy of a second chance, of happiness, of you.

yet, you had seen something in him then that he hadn’t seen in himself.

setting your phone aside, he reached for you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck.

you smelled like shampoo and warmth and everything safe in the world.

“you’re a great photographer,”

he mumbled, his voice muffled against your skin.

you let out a soft laugh, running your fingers through his hair.

“and you’re a good model.”

he huffed out a small chuckle, shaking his head.

“nah. you just make me look good.”

“you make yourself look good,”

you murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of his head.

“you always have.”

namgyu tightened his hold on you, his heart full in a way it hadn’t been in a long time.

he had spent so much of his life convinced that he wasn’t enough.

that no one would ever look at him and see something worth loving.

but you did.

you always did.

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[messymoonmad]

Hi, this is the first time I've sent an ask here on Tumblr so I'm a little (Very) nervous but anyway I just love your art, I love with all my strength your antinous and telemachus design. I recently saw on your blog about the Amphinomus x Telemachus ship and I thought well, it's been a while since I wrote it last time so I decided to make a mine oneshot.

(I'm Brazilian so maybe some things I write don't make sense, but I hope you can understand)

The great hall of Ithaca’s palace buzzed with noise. Goblets of wine clinked, laughter echoed too loudly, and the scent of roasted meat mixed with the fresh flowers Penelope insisted on replacing every day.

To Telemachus, it was hell.

He leaned against one of the marble columns, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room with barely concealed distaste. And yet, despite himself, his gaze kept drifting back to Antinous—the worst of his mother’s suitors.

And still, Telemachus couldn’t help it. The confidence, the way Antinous spoke, the sharp smirk on his lips… it was hypnotizing. Disgusting. And it made Telemachus feel sick.

—You really enjoy suffering, huh?

The voice was quiet, amused.Amphinomus had appeared beside him, leaning casually against the same column.

Telemachus flinched, tearing his eyes away from Antinous as if he’d been caught committing a crime.

—What do you mean?

—You look at him like you're under a spell, but also like you want to rip his head off. I can’t tell if I should feel sorry for you or laugh.

Amphinomus grinned, and Telemachus felt a strange warmth in his chest.

He was different from the others. Though he had grown up alongside Antinous and Eurymachus, he never seemed as cruel.

—I hate him. — Telemachus muttered.

—Then why do you keep looking at him like that?

Telemachus had no answer.

Later that night, Amphinomus sat beside Antinous and Eurymachus, half-listening to their drunken chatter—until something made his blood freeze.

—That brat is a nuisance,— Antinous sneered. Once he returns from his little voyage, we kill him. And the queen...

Eurymachus chuckled, raising his goblet.

—She won’t have a choice. She’ll be ours, whether she wants it or not.

Amphinomus felt his stomach turn.

He looked at his childhood friends and, for the first time, truly saw the darkness in them.

This wasn’t right.

Without thinking, he shot to his feet and strode out of the hall. No one seemed to notice his sudden departure, but he couldn’t care less. His steps carried him straight to Telemachus’s chambers, where he knocked frantically.

The door opened, revealing a drowsy and confused Telemachus.

—Amphinomus? What’s wrong?

Amphinomus swallowed hard.

—They’re going to kill you.

Telemachus’s confusion vanished, replaced by shock.

—What?

—They’re planning your murder. And… and something worse for your mother.

The color drained from Telemachus’s face.

—You… you’re joking, right?

— Do I look like I’m joking? — Amphinomus’s voice cracked.You have to leave, or prepare to fight. But you can’t let them catch you off guard.

Silence.

Then, to Amphinomus’s surprise, Telemachus stepped forward, resting a hand on his shoulder.

—Thank you.

Before Amphinomus could react, he felt something soft against his cheek.

A kiss.

His face immediately turned scarlet.

—Telemachus?

The prince only smiled—one of those rare, genuine smiles.

—You're the only one of them with honor.

Amphinomus opened his mouth, but no words came out. His heart pounded like a war drum, and he stood there, frozen, feeling the warmth of the kiss linger on his skin.

He was happy as hell.

OOOOH STOP WHY IS THIS SO GOOOD !!! the comic artist in me is SCREAMING for me to turn this into a comic but my schedule would not allow it. DAMN IT !! I LOVE THIS SM AAAAAH 5 stars 10/10 YES!!! the way you wrote telemachus ??? The way you wrote amphin omg it was SPOT ON.

[mrsholmesreid]

WEDDING DAY | spencer reid x reader

summary: you and spencer reid dated for a couple of years before having a daughter, lily. now that lily is three, the two of you can finally get married!

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

word count: 1,7k

content warnings: fluff

author's note: this one shot was based on a character ai bot me and iru (@ireid here and @/spookyrydel on twitter) wrote together. here's the link to it:

The guests had all settled into their seats, the soft hum of anticipation filling the air. The altar was framed by delicate flowers, the evening sun casting a golden glow over everything. Spencer stood at the aisle, his hands clasped together, his heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat.

He wasn’t nervous—not in the way people expected. He was just overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with love, with the sheer enormity of this moment. He was about to marry the love of his life, the person who had given him everything, including their little girl.

Beside him, Morgan nudged his arm, smirking. "Hey, kid," he murmured, pulling something from his pocket. "Your wife-to-be and babygirl sent you something."

Spencer blinked, confused, as Derek pulled out his phone and pressed play.

Then he heard your voice.

"Spence," you began, your voice warm and full of love. "Right now, you’re probably standing at the altar, fidgeting with your tie, maybe pushing your hair back like you do when you're overwhelmed. And I just want you to know… I love you. I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone. Today, I get to marry you, but you've been my home long before this day."

Spencer let out a shaky breath, his eyes already misting over.

Then a smaller, higher voice chimed in.

"Daddy!" Lily’s giggle filled the speakers. "Mommy says today is a big day! You look sooooo handsome, I just know it! I love you, Daddy! I love you lots and lots and lots—"

There was a tiny shuffle, like she was moving too close to the mic.

"I can't wait to dance with you! And eat cake!"

Derek chuckled under his breath as Spencer pressed his lips together, his vision blurring.

"So, we’ll see you soon, okay?" your voice returned, soft and full of emotion. "Take a deep breath, baby. We’re almost there."

The message ended.

Spencer exhaled, his shoulders shaking. His hands came up to wipe at his eyes, but it was useless—he was full-on sobbing.

Never in his life had he felt this much happiness, this much love.

Then the music started.

Everyone turned as the wedding march played, and when Spencer finally lifted his gaze, there you were.

Walking toward him, arm in arm with your father, your dress flowing around you like something out of a dream. And right beside you, tiny hands clutching a basket of petals, was Lily—beaming, waving at him like she hadn’t just talked to him minutes ago.

Spencer had already been crying, but now? Now he was absolutely gone.

Because this was it. His forever. His family. His everything.

As you walked down the aisle, Spencer felt like the world had slowed. The music swelled around him, but all he could hear was the pounding of his heart, the distant echo of Lily’s voice still ringing in his ears. “Daddy, I love you lots and lots and lots.”

His eyes flickered from her to you—your smile radiant, eyes shimmering with unshed tears as you looked at him like he was the only person in the world. And to him, you were. Nothing else existed at that moment. Just you and him.

His breath hitched when Lily let go of your father’s hand for a moment, running ahead on her tiny legs to reach him first. The guests chuckled softly as she stopped just short of stepping onto the altar.

“Daddy,” she whispered, her big, round eyes full of excitement and a bit of concern for her father. “You’re crying!”

Spencer let out a watery laugh, crouching down to her level despite the weight of his overwhelming emotions. “I know, sweetheart,” he whispered, brushing a hand through her soft curls. “I’m just really happy.”

Lily giggled, reaching out with her small hands to pat at the tears on his face, like she could wipe them all away. “No more crying, Daddy. It’s your wedding day! But you and Mommy keep crying, you should be laughing!”

His chest ached with so much love he could hardly breathe. The guests chuckled softly at Lily's adorableness.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” he patted her head, sniffing his tears.

Then, as if she knew she had stolen enough attention, Lily spun on her heel and hurried back to your father’s side, her little basket swinging with each step. The guests let out a collective sigh of adoration, but Spencer—he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

You were almost there now, just a few steps away.

He straightened, trying to blink away his tears, but it was impossible.

When you reached him, your father gently kissed your cheek before taking a step back, his own eyes a little misty.

Spencer barely had time to whisper, “You look beautiful,” before you reached out, catching his hand in yours, squeezing it.

His grip tightened, his thumb brushing against your skin like he was grounding himself in this moment, making sure it was real.

“I meant every word,” you whispered, your voice meant just for him.

Spencer swallowed, overwhelmed, his lips parting like he wanted to say something—anything—but he couldn’t. All he could do was look at you, heart in his throat, knowing that in just moments, you’d be his wife.

And for the first time in his life, everything felt perfect.

The officiant began speaking, but Spencer barely registered the words. His world had shrunk down to just you—the warmth of your hand in his, the way your eyes shimmered with love, the soft rise and fall of your breath.

Lily had settled in her seat beside Derek, swinging her legs excitedly, still beaming from her tiny moment of importance. Morgan played with her, holding her hand and telling her to pay attention. Spencer could feel her gaze on him, could hear the small giggle she let out every time he sniffled and wiped at his tears.

“This is real,” he thought. “This is my family. This is my entire life, my whole future until the day I die. Good god, I couldn't have been luckier.”

When the officiant asked you to exchange vows, Spencer let out a breath, trying to steady himself, but his hands were trembling as he pulled out the small card he had written them on, as if he needed to read it to remember the words. He had it memorized front to back; but this day was so important to him that he couldn't help but want to make sure this wouldn't be the first time his eidetic memory would fail him. But of course, it didn't. Barely glancing at the notes, his voice wavered as he spoke.

"From the moment I met you, my world changed. You have given me the kind of love I never thought I deserved, the kind that makes every day feel like coming home. Home. You taught me the meaning of that word. You make me feel things I never thought possible, a kind of safety, of love, that not even in my best dreams I could've pictured. And Lily—our Lily—she is the most precious gift we have ever created together. The way you love her, the way you love me… I can’t imagine a life without you. I don’t want to. Today, I promise to do everything in my power to always be the best husband I can be, the best father, the best partner. I promise to love you through everything, to be your safe place, always. Today, you give me the honor of vowing to spend the rest of my days trying to make you feel the way you make me feel. So that means today is not only the most important day of my life, it is also the beginning of my dream. This is what I asked for, baby. You and Lily and this beautiful family we're building together… There's nothing in the world I wished for more than this. I love you with every fiber of my being, today, tomorrow, and forever."

You reached up, brushing a tear from his cheek. “I love you,” you whispered, your tone drenched with emotion.

The officiant turned to you, and as you recited your vows, Spencer felt like his heart might actually burst. 

“Spencer, from the moment our lives intertwined—first as friends, then as partners, and now with the light of our lives that is Lily—you have filled my days with laughter, solace, and unexpected joy. I’ve watched you overcome pain and fear, and in your quiet strength, I’ve found my courage. I promise to stand beside you, to support you through every challenge, and to celebrate every tender moment we share. I may not have all the answers, but I know that with you, I’ve found home. I choose you today, tomorrow, and every day after, with all my heart. I love you and the family we're building together more than anything in the world, and the care you put in everything that you do for us overwhelms me with gratitude and pride. You’re my everything.”

The way you spoke about him, about your life together, about the family you had already built—it was overwhelming. He had never, in his entire life, felt more wanted, more cherished.

And then came the moment—the moment he had waited for.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Spencer barely heard the words before he was pulling you in, his hands cradling your face as he kissed you—soft and deep, filled with all the love he had been holding inside.

The guests erupted into cheers, but the loudest sound of all came from Lily.

“Yay! Daddy kissed Mommy!” she squealed, clapping her hands together, kicking her legs excitedly.

Laughter rippled through the crowd as Spencer pulled away just enough to laugh against your lips. “We did it,” he whispered.

You grinned. “We did it.”

Then, as if she couldn’t stand waiting any longer, Lily came running toward you both, her arms stretched high. “Mommy! Daddy!”

Spencer bent down, scooping her up in his arms, holding her between you.

And in that moment, with his wife in one arm and his daughter in the other, Spencer Reid knew he had everything he had ever dreamed of. Everything he would ever need.

author's note 2: this one shot was shorter, but i still had a lot of fun wiriting it, like i always do with iru!! let us know what you think <3

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[ktyekmrf30]

I was so upset about it yesterday because that's it. They are acting. The entire cast and crew love this show so much, they put so much effort into it, they are literally the only ones promoting the show every friday on social media, interacts with fans and making content and gives us commentary about characters' inner thoughts. That's literally what this post was about. About their work, about art of love of two people, about characters.

GMMTV gave them the bare minimum for promotion and all the events and offers they are getting now are all due to the actors work. Its their hard work and the amazing show that people noticed and that's why they became popular. GMMTV literally did nothing because even the casting was handled by P'Mui and Pardbee, she was the one who wanted William as Thame and saw Po in Est. Est said that he signed contract with GMMTV because of the leading role in ThamePo. That means GMMTV didn't sign him for a role in Beauty Newbie and Frenemy, he was casted like an outside actor for these series, but he need to be signed as GMMTV actor for a leading role. And that's what he did. He signed with them and he puts his soul into this character alongside with William.

And one of the disgusting things is how these people in qrts tried to act innocent and speak FOR William and his parents about how William wasn't actually asked for consent for this scene (bullshit) and how his parents are probably against these scenes (even more bullshit). William was THE one who talked nonstop about this episode the entire week before because he was so proud of his work and the effort he put into it. Not to mention that actors read the entire script before filming and do a screenplay so they have time to back out if they wanted to, and there is no way that William's parents, who btw in a few days will no longer be responsible for William's documents, were against this show or any of these scenes. His parents are literally the most supportive people in the world, constantly liking videos of the show and videos with their son and Est and even Est's solo videos. But these people tried to speak for them to make it fit their "opinion" and insult Est.

The way these people are trying to make William look like a child, making themselves as his real mother's protege - and again his real mother doesn't see a problem with any of it - and the whole mommy culture in Thailand needs to just go away because babysitting grown men is not okay.

Every friday ThamePo fandom has to deal with William's haters, LYKN fans who are either asking for William to be kicked out of the group or making the show look like a burden to group when the main problem is the agency's poor management, and solo stans, and now it's all mixed up with this random homophobic shit about how William is a minor and actually shouldn't be acting in a BL show! So, next Friday is William's birthday and he will be an oficiall adult. We're about to see the new excuse to hate on them because the previous reason will be invalid!

And the way GMMTV quickly hid all the videos and deleted tweets with ThamePo even when there weren't that many of these comments? It makes me angry. Even thai fans were shocked. As a company that produces LGBTQA+ content the way they allow haters and homophobes to speak louder than the fans or community is simply unacceptable. Although what am I talking about when this company continues to employ homophobes and misogynists. But it was just... So disrespectful to William, Est and Pardbee team. It looks like they panicked but later returned most of the content but only when people start speak about it and make trends. Like why you did that in the first place? You literally were the ones who accepted the scenario and agreed with the cast.

The saddest part of it for me? Both William and Est 100% saw this because they know everything what's going on and Est was online when this whole thing started. I was so happy that he didn't delete this post because there literally nothing to be ashamed of, it's part of their hard work. I was a little bit afraid because today was WilliamEst event with fansign but you know, they were all lovey-dovey and Est wrote that the most impressive thing William has done to him is him being protective.

Also one of the fans asked them about their favorite kiss scene. It was a chance for them to do the funniest thing ever and guess what? They did it and choose THE kiss they got crucified for by homophobes the day before. Kinda iconic if you ask me.

In case you are wondering all EP9 content regarding the kiss/nc scene have been wiped off GMMTV's social media accounts.

Why? Did you see the tweet of Est I posted about the NC scene?" Well...

People being blatant homophobic here and I am also angry at GMMTV giving in to those people. This will just set a future present.

[maretinelli]

A HARD DAY

DadLewis Hamilton X Mom!fem!reader

Summary: When one of the girls is sick and the other took the day off to annoy her sister, Y/n and Lewis do everything they can to balance things out until the end of the day.

Words: 5.4K+

Warnings: Sisterly fights, Y/n tired and stressed, Lewis a good husband, a little anguish, Pietra a little annoying because she woke up in a bad mood hahaha, Marie sick, but happy ending.

Author: English is not my first language, so apologies for any mistakes that may be in the story such as spelling, grammar and writing. This is part of the Universe of A NON-SEPARATION, but can also be read separately.

MASTERLIST

The day dawned dark and gray, as if the weather itself foretold the chaos that was to come. The cloudy sky covered the British city, and a light drizzle ran down the windows.

Lewis knew he had a busy day ahead of him. Ferrari had sent a team to the UK, and face-to-face meetings demanded his attention early on. Before the sun threatened to peek out from behind the clouds, he left the house, giving his sleeping wife a soft kiss before leaving.

The tranquility did not last long. Just thirty minutes after Lewis closed the front door, Y/n was awakened by loud crying coming from Marie's room. His body was still heavy with sleep, but worry spoke louder.

She stood up and walked quickly down the hall, finding Pietra standing there, hugging her favorite stuffed animal. Her hair was all spiky, evidence that she had just woken up, and the frown on her face clearly showed her sour mood.

"What are you doing up at this hour?" Y/n asked as she opened the door to Marie's room.

Pietra frowned even more and grumbled: "That annoying Marie woke me up with her crying!"

"Don't talk about your sister like that," he warned patiently but firmly. "Go back to your room and try to get some more sleep. Or, if you want, you can come to my bed. I'll take care of Marie."

Pietra grimaced and turned around, slamming the bedroom door behind her.

"PIETRA!" Y/n called, but the girl ignored her.

Taking a deep breath, she walked into Marie's room and sat down next to her eldest daughter's bed, pulling her into a cozy hug.

"It's okay, my love." He whispered, feeling the girl's small sobs against his chest.

Marie curled up in her mother’s arms, seeking comfort. When the sobs subsided, Y/n pulled away slightly and asked, “What happened?”

"I had a nightmare... and I'm scared," Marie murmured, her voice weak.

"Don't be afraid, mommy is here" Y/n assured, stroking her daughter's hair. As he did so, he noticed that the girl was hotter than usual.

He gently laid her back on the bed. "I'll get a thermometer, okay?"

Marie just nodded.

Y/n walked to the bedroom closet and grabbed the small first aid kit that her daughters' rooms had, grabbing the thermometer and returning to bed.

The fever was high. Marie coughed softly, her little face drawn. "I don't want to sleep again."

Y/n smiled and caressed his face. "Okay. Let's go to the living room to watch something, okay?"

Marie nodded.

Y/n picked her up, feeling the heat of her feverish little body against hers. Before going downstairs, she went to her own room to get her cell phone and then went to the living room. There, she settled on the couch with Marie, covering them with the blanket that had been left there from the night before.

"What do you want to watch?" He asked, picking up the remote.

Marie chose a cartoon, and Y/n put it on the channel.

As her daughter settled into her lap, Y/n picked up her cell phone and sent a message to her secretary, letting her know that she would need to reschedule all of her appointments for the day and that she wouldn't be at the office in the afternoon. His response was quick, saying he would take care of everything and wishing Y/n's daughter a speedy recovery.

Y/n let out a sigh and put her phone aside, focusing on stroking her daughter's back while she watched the cartoon.

For a few minutes, everything was silent. Tranquility reigned, until the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs broke the moment.

Pietra appeared in the room, still holding her stuffed animal, and with the same sullen look as before.

"I couldn't sleep again." He grumbled.

Y/n smiled and made room beside him. "Then come here, join us."

Pietra hesitated, but ended up approaching and sitting next to her mother. As she adjusted herself on the sofa, she ended up accidentally pulling Marie's hair.

"Ouch! That hurt!" Marie complained, turning to her sister.

"Be quiet, now I want to watch." Pietra replied, crossing her arms.

Y/n sighed, already anticipating that the day would be long. One was sick, the other woke up in a bad mood.

Despite this, they managed to watch the cartoon together for about an hour. Every now and then, Pietra and Marie would exchange provocations, and Y/n would intervene with calm but firm reprimands. Until finally, Marie fell asleep.

Taking advantage of the moment, Y/n arranged her oldest daughter on the sofa and stood up, extending her hand to Pietra.

"Shall we make breakfast?"

Pietra held her mother's hand and followed her into the kitchen. Meanwhile, in the living room, Marie was sleeping soundly, snuggled under the covers, with the TV on low and the lights off.

About thirty minutes later, Marie appeared in the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. Y/n took the thermometer and checked her temperature. The fever had gone, but her daughter's sunken eyes and tired expression were still worrying.

"I want to go to school after lunch." Marie said, her voice still a little hoarse.

Y/n arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure? It's okay to miss today."

"Today we have art class... I like it."

Y/n smiled and kissed her daughter's hair. "Okay, but if the fever comes back, you stay home, understand?"

Marie nodded.

As lunchtime approached, Y/n helped the girls get ready for school. Pietra, however, seemed determined to test her sister's limits.

The little girl had already hidden Marie's notebook, complained about her sister's hairstyle, and now watched Marie tie her shoelaces with a mischievous look.

"Are you sure you can tie this by yourself?" Pietra asked, sitting next to her sister on the couch, ready to go to school. "Last time, you almost fell in the middle of the street."

Marie rolled her eyes, tugging hard on her laces. "I know how to tie them, Pietra. Unlike you, who doesn't even know how to tie a bow properly."

"Yes, I know!" Pietra retorted, offended.

Y/n, who had gone up to get Marie's backpack, was oblivious to the sisters' discussions in the living room.

"No, you don't," Marie insisted, finishing tying her shoe and standing up. "Last time, Mommy had to retie yours because you made a knot that was impossible to untie."

"At least I don't cry because of a nightmare," Pietra replied with a victorious smile.

Marie's eyes widened in indignation. "MOMMY!" she called, turning to Y/n, who had just found her way down the stairs and into the living room.

"Pietra, no teasing." Y/n warned, giving her youngest daughter a firm look.

Pietra pouted, but didn't answer. Instead, he picked up his backpack and started playing with the keychain hanging from the zipper, as if he hadn't said anything.

Thinking that peace would reign again, Y/n went back to her room to get a coat for Marie. But then Pietra found another opportunity to irritate her sister.

"Marie, you look like a zombie," he commented, tilting his head to the side as he analyzed his sister.

"What?!" Marie exclaimed, putting her hands on her face.

"Your eyes are sunken, your face looks strange... are you sure you're not sick yet?"

Marie snorted in irritation. "If I'm a zombie, then you're a goblin!"

"At least goblins are fast and smart," Pietra replied with a mischievous smile. "Zombies just walk slowly and say 'uhhhhhh'."

Y/n arrived at the exact moment Pietra had said that, almost out of patience with the two's arguments, she said loudly.

"ENOUGH, PIETRA. Do you want to go to school as punishment?"

The girl crossed her arms, sulking. "I was just kidding..."

Y/n sighed again, handing her coat to her eldest daughter and going to get her car keys, with the two of them walking behind their mother.

"Come on! Before I have to break up a real fight." She opens the car door and they both get in, settling into their safety seats.

The journey to school was, as expected, a test of patience for Y/n. The provocations between Marie and Pietra continued, without respite. Each comment from one generated an even sharper retort from the other, creating an endless cycle of small jabs.

Y/n, already tired of trying to calm the mood, realized that any attempt at intervention would be useless. Instead of wasting his energy trying to calm the girls down, he simply turned up the music in the car to a reasonably loud level.

The sound partially muffled her daughters' voices, allowing her to drive in peace—or at least as close to it as possible. She only intervened when a comment went too far, issuing a short, firm warning.

As soon as she parked at the school, Y/n led the girls inside, taking the opportunity to speak to Marie's teacher. She explained that her oldest daughter had had a fever earlier and that if she complained of any discomfort, she should call immediately. Since she was off that afternoon, she would keep an eye on the phone.

Before Pietra ran off to class, Y/n held her for a moment, warning her to behave and not irritate her sister during the break. Pietra rolled her eyes, but didn't retort, which, for Y/n, was already a small victory.

On the way home, the sound of her cell phone ringing filled the car. The display showed Lewis's name, and Y/n answered, activating the speakerphone so that her husband's voice came through the speakers.

As he drove, he told her about his chaotic morning, detailing Pietra's teasing and Marie's stubbornness in wanting to go to school even after having a fever. On the other end of the line, Lewis laughed, amused by the story.

"I'll talk to them as soon as I pick them up."

When she arrived home, she was greeted by Roscoe, who came trotting up to her, wagging his tail and barking excitedly. The dog seemed genuinely happy with the lack of noise, enjoying the rare calm of the house.

"You're enjoying the silence, aren't you?" Y/n teased, looking at the bulldog.

Roscoe barked again, as if in agreement.

With free time and an empty house, Y/n decided to put everything in order. The first step was to change the girls' bedclothes and put them in the wash, eliminating any trace of the virus that had taken down Marie.

Afterwards, a general cleaning was carried out, sanitizing the rooms and disinfecting door handles, toys and any surface that the girls frequently touched.

She knew that Pietra would probably catch the same flu within a few weeks, maybe even Lewis or herself, but as a mother and a doctor, she made sure to minimize the chances.

During this whole process, Y/n picked up her cell phone from time to time to check if she had received any messages from the teachers. No new notifications.

When he finally finished, he sat down on the couch, letting out a long sigh. He knew that this tranquility had an expiration date. As soon as his daughters returned, the chaos would return with them.

Her gaze wandered around the room, and her thoughts led her to reflect on how fast the girls were growing up. It was funny to realize how much Pietra had inherited Lewis's strong personality—his stubbornness, his determination, and the way he always wanted to have the last word. But she ended up smiling.

Time passed faster than I imagined. My phone vibrated with a message from Lewis, saying he was leaving to pick up the girls.

Y/n quickly typed a reply.

"Get ready... those two are going to give you trouble in the car."

Lewis arrived home with the girls, and as expected, they spent the entire drive home arguing. Their childish energy was intense, and the tone of their voices grew louder as they approached the door.

As soon as they entered, the fight gained momentum.

"You don't even know how to play!" Pietra teased, crossing her arms.

"And you don't even know how to lose!" Marie replied, already irritated.

From the living room, Y/n let out a deep sigh as she heard the argument. Lewis smiled slightly, already used to the chaos, and decided to intervene before the fight escalated.

"Hey, hey, calm down!" He said, holding up a hand in a pause gesture. "I think we forgot the part where we got to go home in peace? Without yelling?"

The two girls looked at him, but Pietra didn't miss the chance to tease her sister.

"Daddy, you need to know what Marie did during recess!" Pietra said, holding back her laughter. "She dropped her snack right in her lap, in front of everyone! And on top of that, she made a funny face, trying to get it back. Everyone saw it!" Pietra said, laughing out loud.

Marie's eyes widened and she blushed.

"Mommy! She's making things up again!" He protested, turning to Y/n.

"I'm not making it up, it was really funny!" Pietra insisted on lying, enjoying her sister's embarrassment.

Y/n, who had already gotten up from the couch, sighed again and gave her daughters a serious look.

"Girls, enough!" She said, crossing her arms. "Pietra, it's not nice to make fun of your sister. And Marie, stop fighting back, it only makes the argument last longer.

"But, Mom...!" They both started at the same time.

"No 'buts'." Y/n cut in firmly. "Now go upstairs and change."

Grumbling and exchanging dirty looks, the sisters climbed the stairs. The sound of their heavy footsteps echoed through the house, followed by a brief silence before they began arguing again upstairs.

Lewis still stood at the door, holding his daughters’ two colorful backpacks. He looked at his wife, who already looked exhausted, and chuckled softly before setting the backpacks down.

"I need to rescue my wife from this mess before she files for divorce." He joked, pulling Y/n into a tight hug.

She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the comfort of his touch, and then let out a tired laugh.

"I'm asking for help, Lew." Y/n murmured against his chest.

He laughed, running his hand slowly down her back. "We'll figure it out. They're kids, but they're not impossible."

Y/n pulled back a little and looked at him with an arched eyebrow. "Hm... I don't know. I thought girls would be easier to raise."

"Yeah, and I thought my talent was only in Formula 1, but apparently, I need to become a mediator in disputes too." Lewis joked.

Y/n laughed, shaking her head, before grabbing her daughters' backpacks to put them away.

The silence lasted only a few seconds before the girls' voices began to grow louder upstairs.

Lewis sighed, already foreseeing that the peace would not last long. "I'll go try to calm them both down before one throws the other out the window."

Y/n chuckled and nodded.

"Good luck."

He gave his wife an amused look before heading upstairs, ready to deal with another round of sibling rivalry.

Soon, Marie came downstairs, now wearing a comfortable set of sweats instead of her school uniform. Her face still looked drawn, her shoulders a little slumped, and she rubbed one eye with the palm of her hand, showing tiredness.

Y/n, who was sitting on the couch, smiled softly at her daughter.

"Come here, my love. Sit with me for a while."

Marie didn't hesitate and settled down next to her mother, resting her head on the arm of the sofa.

Y/n arranged a blanket over her and then handed her a mug of warm tea.

"Take some, it will help you relax."

Marie took the cup with both hands and took a small sip, letting out a sigh afterwards. "Thank you, Mommy."

Y/n smiled and stroked her daughter's hair, and before she could settle down on the couch, Pietra came down the stairs, with Lewis right behind her.

"Mommy, why can Marie lie down and I can't?" Pietra asked, crossing her arms.

Lewis sighed and placed a hand on his daughter's shoulder. "How about you go play with Roscoe in the backyard? It'll be good to burn off some energy."

Pietra rolled her eyes and muttered something, clearly not satisfied.

"Oh, sure... I always get to keep the dog while Marie gets treated like a queen."

Y/n gave her daughter a warning look, but before she could respond, Lewis looked at her seriously.

"Pietra. Your sister is sick! You also lie down when you are sick!"

The girl sighed heavily and threw her shoulders back. "Okay, I'll go..."

She walked out into the yard, still upset, and Lewis approached the couch, leaning over to kiss his wife's forehead.

"I'll talk to her." He said quietly.

Y/n smiled lightly and nodded. "Thank you."

Lewis went to the backyard, taking the opportunity to have a more serious conversation with Pietra. He tried to make her understand that teasing Marie all the time was not a good thing, and that this needed to change.

Time passed, and Y/n was now in the kitchen preparing dinner. The aroma of hot food filled the room, while Marie, already showered, sat on a high stool near the counter. With a drawing book open in front of her, she colored with concentration, scattering several colored pencils around.

Outside, Pietra was still playing with Roscoe, but she soon entered the kitchen quietly, casting a quick glance at her sister. With a subtle step, she deliberately bumped into Marie's arm, causing a large line to go beyond the lines of the drawing.

"Pietra!" Marie exclaimed, gripping the pencil tighter.

"Oops, it was an accident!" Pietra replied, raising her hands as if she were innocent.

Y/n, who was almost out of patience, turned from the bench and looked directly at her youngest daughter.

"Pietra!" Her voice was firm. "You know very well that this was not unintentional. Why do you insist on provoking your sister?"

Before Pietra could respond, Lewis entered the kitchen. He noticed the tense atmosphere and frowned.

"What happened here?"

Marie was quick to tell everything, still holding the pencil tightly, as if she was holding herself back from crying in anger.

"What did we just talk about?" Lewis sighed, crouched down in front of Pietra and looked her straight in the eyes. "This isn't cool, P. You need to stop this. Marie is your sister, and it's not right to tease her all the time."

Pietra snorted, crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Marie," he said, but the dry tone clearly showed it wasn't a genuine request.

Y/n looked at Marie. "What about you, Marie?"

The girl blinked a few times, trying to hold back the angry tears in her eyes, but took a deep breath and replied.

"All good."

She went back to drawing, although she was still visibly frustrated.

Lewis stood up and looked at his wife, realizing how tired she was after all that arguing. Still, Y/n managed to offer him a tired but genuine smile.

He smiled back and walked over to the counter, starting to help finish up dinner while keeping an eye on the girls. For now, at least, they seemed to have stopped teasing.

When everything was ready, the family gathered at the table. The atmosphere seemed calm at first, but soon Pietra began her usual negotiations.

"Mommy... do you really need to eat so many vegetables?" She asked, poking the broccoli with her fork.

"Yes, you do, P." Y/n replied kindly, helping herself to some more rice.

Marie, even though she was still exhausted, ate without complaining. Pietra looked at her sister across the table and snorted.

"Look at Marie, she eats all her vegetables." She rolls her eyes and Lewis watches her.

Marie glared at her sister, but didn't say anything. She just continued eating in silence.

Pietra then picked up a piece of broccoli and raised her hand with a mischievous look, ready to throw it at her sister. Just as Pietra was about to throw the broccoli, Y/n was faster. She held her daughter's hand firmly before the piece of vegetable flew across the table.

"PIETRA!" Her voice sounded loud and firm, making the girl's eyes widen.

Marie, already at her emotional limit for the day, began to cry.

Y/n took a deep breath and looked directly at her youngest daughter, finally losing her patience. "ENOUGH! THIS HAS GONE WAY OVER. I've been trying to stay calm, give you two space to work things out between yourselves, but this..." She pointed to the broccoli still in Pietra's hand. "This is the height of it! You're wasting food, and even worse, trying to throw it at your sister? THIS IS NOT FUNNY! It's disrespectful, and I won't tolerate this kind of behavior anymore."

Pietra swallowed hard, her eyes slightly wide. Silence fell over the table. Even Lewis, who usually tried to lighten things up, was quiet for a moment.

"You're grounded." Y/n decreed, her voice serious and leaving no room for argument.

Only the sound of cutlery against plates filled the room after that. Pietra lowered her gaze and went back to eating, without protest. Marie, still sniffling, tried to compose herself.

Lewis wiped his mouth with his napkin, sighed, and then stood up. He walked over to Pietra's side and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Let's go upstairs." He said seriously. "I think we need to have a serious talk, young lady."

Pietra got down from the chair without saying a word. Her gaze was fixed on the floor as she held the hand Lewis extended to her. Together, they walked up the stairs in silence.

Marie still looked startled by what had happened. She hesitated for a moment, looking at the food on her plate, before taking another bite.

Y/n, feeling like she was about to shed a few tears of exhaustion, took a deep breath and decided to clear her mind, trying to talk to her daughter.

"So, my love? How was school today, besides the trouble?"

Marie wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt and thought for a moment before answering. "It was cool... I got an A on the math test."

Y/n smiled, feeling her heart soften a little. "Really? That's amazing, daughter! I knew you'd rock!"

Marie smiled shyly. "The teacher even praised me in front of the class."

"That's wonderful! Can you show me the review later?"

"Yes, I'll show you."

Dinner went a little more calmly after that, but Y/n still felt a weight on her chest. She had always been a patient, calm mother who valued her daughters expressing themselves freely and understanding their own feelings. But what Pietra had done had surpassed all the limits she tried to maintain.

And more than that, her daughter's behavior was strange. Pietra was always the girl who lit up the room, who made jokes, laughed out loud and managed to make Marie smile even on her worst days.

But lately, she just teased her sister.

That didn't look like his Pietra.

Y/n made a mental note to talk to Lewis about this once things calmed down. Something was going on, and she needed to figure out what it was.

A few minutes later, Marie finished her dinner and looked at her mother with a tired look.

"Mommy, can you put a cartoon on TV for me?"

Y/n smiled, feeling her heart soften at seeing her daughter still so fragile.

"Of course, my love. I'm going now."

She collected the dishes from the table, took them to the sink, and then headed into the living room. Marie was already lying on the couch, curled up under the blanket, waiting for the drawing.

Y/n took the remote and put on one of her daughter's favorite cartoons. Sitting on the edge of the couch, she ran her hand lovingly through her daughter's hair.

"How are you feeling now, my little one?"

Marie sighed, turning to her mother with a tired look. "I'm kind of tired... and now my head hurts."

Y/n stood up immediately.

"Wait a minute, I'll get you some medicine."

She went to the kitchen, grabbed a children’s painkiller and a glass of water, then returned to the living room. Kneeling down next to the couch, she handed the medicine to her daughter, who grimaced as she took it, but drank it without complaint.

Y/n smiled and stroked her hair. "There you go. Now try to relax, okay? If you want to sleep here, Mommy or Daddy will take you to your room later."

Marie smiled tiredly.

"Thank you, Mom."

Y/n's heart clenched with love. She kissed her daughter's forehead and whispered, "Mommy's here for anything, okay?"

Marie just closed her eyes, feeling her mother's affection.

With one last loving look at her daughter, Y/n got up and went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Meanwhile, Lewis was still in the room talking to Pietra.

Upstairs, he spoke calmly but seriously. Pietra sat on his lap, her small arms wrapped around her father's neck. As he spoke, Lewis stroked his daughter's curls, his words firm but gentle.

"I know you like to play, my princess, but teasing your sister all the time is no joke. She gets hurt, and mommy and daddy get sad, you don't like seeing mommy sad, do you?"

Pietra sighed and nodded, resting her head against her father's chest. Lewis knew she understood.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Y/n felt the weight of the entire day crashing down on her.

Standing, leaning against the counter, she put her hands to her face and began to cry softly. She didn't want anyone to hear. She didn't want them to worry about her, not when they already had so many unfinished business with the girls.

She felt exhausted. Overwhelmed. Guilty.

"I yelled at my daughter."

The phrase echoed in his mind, making the tears flow even more.

It was at this moment that Lewis entered the kitchen.

"Honey, I talked to Pietra. I think she understood well. I spoke calmly, but made it clear that-"

He stopped talking when he heard his wife's loud sob.

Immediately, he walked over, placing a gentle hand on her back. "Hey... What happened?" His voice was now worried, filled with affection.

Y/n lifted her face, revealing red eyes and cheeks wet with tears.

Lewis didn't think twice before wrapping her in a tight hug. She clung to him, hiding her face in his chest, and began to pour out her heart through her tears.

"I... I feel like a terrible mother, Lew." Her voice was shaking. "I yelled at Pietra. I lost my temper. I should have handled it differently... But I was so tired, so frustrated. Now I feel horrible."

Lewis held her tightly, running his hand gently down her back.

"Hey, look at me." He pulled back a little and cupped his wife's face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away her tears. "It's okay. You're human, love. Your patience is at an all-time high because you have limits, too. That doesn't make you a bad mother."

Y/n sniffed, looking away. "But I feel so guilty..."

Lewis smiled fondly. "You are facing the challenges of motherhood, and I know you always do your best. You are an amazing mother. Pietra loves you. Marie loves you. And I love you."

She sighed and, without the strength to argue, rested her head on her husband's shoulder again.

Lewis continued to stroke her back, murmuring sweet nothings. "You're the best mother these girls could ever have, Y/n. They know it. I know it."

And with that, Y/n allowed a few more tears to fall, but now they weren't just from exhaustion. They were of relief, of comfort.

Y/n was still in Lewis's arms when she saw Pietra entering the kitchen. The little girl had her head down, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her blouse. She stopped in front of her mother and gently tugged on the coat Y/n was wearing.

"Mommy, I want to apologize to you."

Lewis smiled at the scene and, without saying anything, walked away, leaving them alone. He went to the living room, where Marie was still lying on the sofa.

Y/n knelt in front of her daughter, placing one hand on her shoulder and the other running through her soft, dark curls.

"I'm listening, my love."

Pietra took a deep breath before beginning.

"I... I know I was mean to Marie today. I thought I was just joking, but I guess I overreacted." She hesitated, biting her lip. "And I was mean to you and Daddy, too. I didn't mean to make you sad."

Y/n smiled tenderly, feeling her heart warm.

"Thank you for apologizing, my love. It means a lot."

Pietra nodded and then frowned. "But, Mom... You're sad too, aren't you?"

Y/n sighed, stroking her daughter's hair.

"I was a little, yes. But more than that, I was worried. I don't want to see you two fighting, I want you to love and protect each other."

Pietra looked her in the eyes. "I'm sorry I made you sad... And also about the broccoli."

Y/n let out a soft laugh and held her daughter's little face affectionately.

"And I want to apologize too, Pietra. I shouldn't have yelled at you at dinner. I was tired and lost my temper, but still, it wasn't right."

Pietra smiled a little and, with her eyes shining, said something that made Y/n hold her breath: "It's okay, mommy. It's good to express what we feel sometimes."

It was one of the phrases Y/n always said to her daughters. Hearing this coming from the little girl made her eyes water again, but this time, not from exhaustion, but from love.

Unable to hold it in, he pulled Pietra into a tight hug, whispering in her ear: "I love you so much, my princess. And Marie and daddy love you too."

Pietra smiled against her mother's shoulder before pulling away a little. Then, with his small hands, he gently wiped the tears from Y/n's face.

"Sorry, Mom."

Y/n held her daughter's hands and kissed her forehead. "I forgive you, my love."

Pietra yawned and rubbed her brown eyes. "I think I'll go to sleep. I'm tired."

Y/n nodded. "Then come on, I'll put you to bed, love."

Hand in hand, mother and daughter walked out of the kitchen and across the living room.

There, Lewis lay on the couch, with Marie half asleep on his chest. He tilted his head back and met his wife's gaze.

He smiled lovingly.

Y/n responded with an equally tender look before heading upstairs with Pietra, finally feeling a little lighter.

After helping Pietra take a shower and put on her pajamas, Y/n lovingly tucked her into bed. The little girl held her favorite stuffed animal tightly and, without asking for a bedtime story as usual, just closed her eyes.

Y/n smiled at the scene, adjusted the blankets over her daughter and turned off the light in the room before leaving, closing the door carefully.

As she passed Marie's room, she heard Lewis's voice narrating a princess story. He used different tones for each character, while Marie, already almost asleep, sighed softly.

The scene made Y/n smile. She went downstairs and walked to the living room sofa, throwing herself onto the cushions and closing her eyes. She sighed, throwing an arm above her head, trying to relax.

That day was finally over.

Shortly after, she felt the side of the couch dip and a warm arm wrap around her waist. Without opening her eyes, she smiled, knowing exactly who it was.

"Now I don't know if I want to have another one." He muttered, in a playful tone.

Lewis laughed out loud, pulling her a little closer. "You know what's worse? I was thinking the same thing!" He joked.

Y/n laughed along, resting her head on his chest, while Lewis lightly caressed her back.

"Do you want to watch something?" He asked.

She just shook her head and sighed.

"No... I just want to stay here, relaxing in your arms. I'm tired both physically from cleaning today, and emotionally."

Lewis kissed her forehead tenderly. "Then stay here with me. Now you can relax. It's okay."

Y/n smiled, snuggling deeper into her husband's embrace.

Days like that were difficult, exhausting. Patience was running out, emotions were building up. But in the end, they always found a way. They always found a balance. Because, at the end of the day, they were a family. And nothing would be greater than the love they had for each other.

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How about a reaction from the Chain to a witch Reader, but in a Harry Potter style?

Reader, in addition to being scared at first, would undoubtedly be confused by the blatant display of magic without punishment. It doesn’t help that she quickly mistakes and identifies Twilight as an Animagus after seeing Wolfie just once. It would definitely lead to an interesting conversation where Reader reveals herself as a witch and explains how, in her world, the Statute of Secrecy exists, along with the reasons it was created.

The Chain would be horrified not by the massive concealment of magic itself, but by the reasons behind it, with the main one being the indiscriminate hunting of magical beings.

Hey, I'm back baby! After a while on vacation and having to deal with the return of my classes, I was finally able to organize myself to return fully, I hope. But hey, I'm sorry for the huge delay with the requests, and happy new year to everyone, considering that this is my first post of the year!

Oh, thanks for the request, I really love crossovers, and I love Harry Potter!

I’ve been here for a few weeks, traveling with this group of men who claim to be heroes of the realm, or something like that. I’m not sure how I ended up here, but it was obvious that this was a different world from mine. For starters, the humans here have pointy ears, like elves. Okay, I can deal with that. And then there are other races, which I’ve never seen anything like in my world. I mean, a race of stone men, seriously? Not to mention the totally different monsters. 

But none of these things surprised me as much as the lack of care with the exposure of magic. Everyone, even the supposed “muggles” who don’t have magic, are fully aware of its existence. It’s natural, it’s normal. But it’s also strange that they don’t have any organ that regulates its use, considering how much it is used. 

From what I could see, one of my traveling companions, who took me in for some reason when I fell on top of them after passing through a strange portal, has magic and uses it medicinally.  I don’t know if the others can do things like that, but from what I’ve noticed, most of them have some object that has some magical property and makes things easier. That boy with the rings – I think his nickname was Legend – has one for every situation. 

Well, okay, I know they’re all called Link, confusing, even more confusing when I found out they’re from different timelines. Is temporal magic really that normalized around here? I’ve only been with them for a short time, and I still find it hard to associate them with their nicknames, because not only are they all blond with blue eyes, which doesn’t help much, but each one seems to have about three different nicknames, and each one is weirder than the last. 

Okay, I’m in a different world, where magic is common and doesn’t need to be hidden. I’m traveling with a group of heroes from different eras who consider themselves brothers, and are, from what I can understand, reincarnations... so why are they acting like this wolf that appeared is some kind of pet? 

— Soooo... you know that this wolf is one of you transformed, right? – I ventured to say. 

Everyone’s eyes turned to me, surprised. They didn’t know? Seriously? They looked at each other momentarily before someone finally answered me. 

— Well, we do know, but how do you know? – The long-haired hero spoke, the Cook, if I’m not mistaken.  

— And how could you not know? It couldn’t be more obvious, I mean, even the markings on his face are the same as the wolf’s, they’re never seen together in the same place, and, to tell the truth, Twilight kind of smells like dog. It’s pretty obvious that he’s an Animagus.  

— Animagus? Huh, Wolfie, are you that thing she said? – The youngest of the group spoke, and the wolf just tilted his head in confusion.  

— Oh, great, it takes her three minutes to figure that out while eight heroes took months to do the same. – Legend complained.  

— Speak for yourself, I knew from the beginning!  

So, they already knew about it, and were just pretending so I wouldn’t find out? Strange people.  

 While the others debated who had been the first to find out about Wolfie, he retransformed, without having to worry about hiding his secret, and approached me, visibly confused and curious. 

— So, in your world, it’s normal for people to turn into animals? 

— I wouldn’t say it’s common, but it’s possible, and all wizards know about it. 

— Wizards? What about people without magic, don’t they know? – The hero with magic joined the conversation, visibly curious. 

— No, of course not. We can’t let the Muggles find out about magic! 

— Muggles? – The little boy asked, interested in the way I called the non-magic users. 

— They’re the non-wizards, we keep magic hidden from them, or else we’d go to war... it’s very dangerous, that’s why the Ministry of Magic exists, to make sure wizards don’t reveal themselves. 

— For Hylia, your world is confusing. I can’t even imagine what it’s like to live in a society as segregated as this one... – I heard the comment coming from one of the quieter boys, the one called Sky. 

 — Yes, well, but it is necessary, or else wizards would still be burned at the stake for using magic to this day. 

— WHAT?! – Everyone gasped as they heard my last statement, shocked by the brutal concept. Oh man, I think this conversation will go on for much longer than I had imagined. 

[lepidopterium]

Video originally from Bisan Owda's Instagram page, posted on February 10th, 2025

Transcript:

Hi everyone, this is Bisan from Gaza. I am still alive, and it's been a while since the last time I posted.

I was just trying to realize the new reality. You know, there's no bombing, but a lot of restrictions in the movement. No supplies, no Internet, no electricity, massive destruction we need to deal with...yeah, and a lot of things.

But I have a lot of updates, [of course] besides the, you know, the bullshit about the German guy (Donald Trump) meeting the Polish occupier (Benjamin Netanyahu) discussing on a stolen land, the Turtle Island, that Gazans must flee their land so other random rich people can sit in.

Besides all of this, the updates are:

First, the Israeli army withdrew from Netzarim checkpoint. So, actually for 15 months they have been telling the world that this is a strategic step, and they will not withdraw from Netzarim crosspoint, and that they will allow the settlers, the Israeli settlers, to enter to the settlements in Gaza Strip using this road. But Subhanallah, Subhanallah, they withdrew and the landowners got back to their lands in the north and around Netzarim checkpoint. That's the first thing.

The second thing is that, OK, OK… [Like], the world happily celebrated the ceasefire, the moments of joy while Palestinians are returning, are claiming their homes, while we're crying, happiness tears, but now it's time to point again to to the main problem.

Actually, we are still in… We're still facing the same dangerous displacement and, let me say, forcibly immigration, actually. It's not a voluntary immigration because there is no rebuilding. There's not even tents for people to survive this winter, to survive the new getting back to their…to the north, to their areas, but… in other words, displacement, because no homes to get back to.

So we're still living this. It's really hard to survive this.

So now it's time, first, to put Israel, the Israeli regime, the Israeli occupation, accountable for all of this, to put the Polish guy (Benjamin Netanyahu) discussing the fleeing, the emptying of Gaza Strip, in jail because this is his place, because he's a war criminal. This is time to rebuild Gaza. This is time to enter Gaza by foreign workers, by [foreign] journalists, by the people of Gaza who evacuated during the genocide, and now until this moment, they cannot get back to Gaza again.

So this is, yeah, this is time. [Enough]. Enough cheering, enough happiness, because what happened and what's still happening is a genocide, OK? It's not a turn off-turn on mode. No, no, no. It's a genocide. And everyone must be accountable for what they have done.

The occupation, the international organizations, the occupation, the [genocide] supporters... Even the companies that supported the genocide, supported the weapons, supported the the Israeli regime economically. So it's time.

If it's not time now, then it will not be the time to put all of these people, to hold all of them responsible. And another thing, if we didn't do it now, then everything we have done as Palestinians, and you have done as people supporting the Palestinian people, is in vain. Everything is for nothing.

We don't want to just forget what what they have done, what the Israeli army has done, what the Israeli regime, ministers, supporters, what the U.S., what everyone [who] funded the genocide has done, okay?

It's time to hold them responsible to make sure that this will not happen again, and that Gaza and Palestine will just be free and will be rebuilt.

[Let's go], let's continue.

end of transcript

source from Bisan Owda's instagram page

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[coimbrabertone]

Offtopic Offseason #5 - CoimbraBertone and the Indiana Jones Blogpost.

So, I watched the first three Indiana Jones movies for the first time these last few weeks. Those being Raiders of the Lost Ark, Temple of Doom, and The Last Crusade. Also, before that, I was watching my friend Andy play through the video game, Indiana Jones and the Great Circle. I have thoughts.

Plus, the Super Bowl was last weekend and that's kinda an unavoidable black hole devouring anything else that could've happened that weekend, so there isn't much racing news to discuss right now.

Indycar aired some commercials during it which hopefully draw people in, but until we get to St. Pete for the first race, it's hard to say how effective they were.

So, onto Indiana Jones.

I liked them. Raiders of the Lost Ark and Last Crusade are both great movies, Temple of Doom isn't as good, but it still has plenty of iconic moments and I enjoyed it well enough.

My first impression was honestly...wow, I've seen so much references to this stuff. Like there were moments I knew were from Indiana Jones, like the giant boulder chasing Indy, opening the Ark and it melting the Nazi faces, and the minecart chase from Temple, but there other things I didn't realize.

Like in Family Guy, Road to Germany, they do the whole escape the plane in a raft thing, with Stewie even making fun of one of Willie's lines. I didn't know that was from Indiana Jones. The motorcycle chase in that episode is probably a reference to Last Crusade as well, albeit a bit less 1 to 1.

So yeah, iconic movies that I've seen referenced a lot, and now I finally understand those references.

So, Raiders of the Lost Ark...

I liked Belloq as a villain. His Egypt clothes with the way his hair looked kept making me think of Alain Prost even though objectively he doesn't look all that much like Prost, but there's where my brain went. I like that he's a different kind of evil than the Nazis around him - he doesn't have a cause, he's just self-interested and wants to get one over on Jones - but he is still very much evil.

Toht is another fun character because he's just so ridiculous. The coat hanger scene made me burst out laughing.

Colonel Dietrich is probably the flattest of the villains, but I get that they needed more of a straight-up Wehrmacht guy to be the direct threat that neither Belloq nor Toht could really be.

As for the heroic characters, I have to admit, with everything I heard about Marion from watching the game and reading up on the movies a bit, she is not at all what I was expecting. For some reason I kinda thought she was gonna be a non-action rich girl who is the daughter of a rich gentleman type - and in fairness, Ravenwood does seem like it would be an old money name - but instead she's a lot more of a rougher and more confrontational character.

And I suppose that is more interesting.

Sallah's fun, John-Rhys Davies has a great voice, and I was happy to see him back in Last Crusade.

Some of the effects are very dated and the sounds - especially the punch sounds - are as well, but it's an old movie so what are you gonna do? I accepted that as a relic of the time and enjoyed the movie in spite of that.

Something dated that's a bit harder to forgive is Temple of Doom.

Let's start with the positives: Lao Che's club is a lot of fun. I think his club is a reused set from Return of the Jedi because with how white and smooth it is, along with the seating bowl we see in one of the shots, it reminds me a lot of the Mon Calamari cruises from Episode VI. I could be wrong about that, but they were filmed a year apart and Lucas literally named it Club Obi-Wan, so I wouldn't be surprised at all if the whole thing is a redressed Star Wars set.

Willie's a bit grating. There's no way around that, I'm sorry.

Short Round though...yeah, he has a few annoying moments, but I actually found him endearing. The ways that he looks up and mimics Indy - sorry, Dr. Jones - are fun, and it's nice to see Indy cares about him too.

The portrayal of India though...oof.

Spielberg and Lucas have apparently said that the whole dinner scene with the eels and eyeballs and monkey brains and all that is supposed to be a ploy to scare off Indy and the British officer dude, but...they did not do a good job of conveying that at all. It just feels like over the top orientalism.

Same thing with the Thuggee cult in general. Mola Ram's costume is all over the place and with his skull helmet off, that red paint on his forehead feels a lot more like the other type of Indian. It's like a storm of foreign culture cliches thrown together at random and it's pretty damn jarring. They even got the Maharaja torturing Indy with a voodoo doll which...okay then, I guess we really are just throwing anything and everything at this, huh?

From what I understand their portrayal of Kali is also completely off.

There's also a lot of brown face in that movie. The late Pat Roach was playing the slavemaster, for instance.

Then making the British Army show up at the end to save Indy & co...sheesh. No wonder this movie got banned in India for awhile.

Still, if you can get past all that and see it as a product of its time, it's a fun enough movie. It's the weakest of the trilogy though.

Onto Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.

Harrison Ford and Sean Connery, what else do you need?

No seriously, that's it. It's good, watch it.

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Okay fine, I'll talk about it.

I like this one a lot. I know Raiders is the classic one that everyone loves, but this one might be my favorite.

Venice, Austria, Berlin, Antioch, down to Petra in Jordan...it's a lot of fun set locations and set pieces. I really enjoyed Elsa as the "Indy girl" of this movie, I really enjoyed the banter back and forth between Henry Sr. and Indiana, and I think the Nazis in this movie are just great antagonists.

They look evil as fuck, they have the Hugo Boss fit on fleek, Vogel is a great villain, the modified World War I tank was a great set piece, and we have plenty of old car porn in this one - particularly the old Rolls Royce, which is not, in fact, a Phantom II - so what's not to like?

Well, Donovan probably goes down a bit too easy. I know that these movies are big on the whole villains are destroyed for trying to harness a power they cannot understand, but he does die pretty quickly and pretty stupidly. I guess the Vogel fight was pretty long, so a long Donovan fight probably would've bogged the ending down a lot, but it was a bit disappointing to see him easily duped into killing himself.

Elsa's end, meanwhile, i thought was fitting. She couldn't let go of her obsession, and in the end, the grail's spell got to her. It almost got to Indy too, but then Henry gave him the fatherly love which is what he really wanted. And yeah, that's a bit schlocky, but who cares? it's nice and meaningful.

So yeah, none of them are perfect movies, but I enjoyed them a lot.

The Great Circle fits in among the movies quite nicely, I think. Gina fits as another "Indy girl" and is probably my favorite when adding her in to the classic movies, and Troy Baker does such a great job as Indy that even Harrison Ford gave him his blessing.

Plus ending on karate fighting a Nazi on the top of Noah's Ark is exactly the type of goofy shit these movies would come up with and I mean that in the best way possible.

Oh, one other thing I wanted to yap about: there are a lot of scenes in these movies where the guns are very clearly not firing anything, and again, I get it, old movie, but wow, sometimes it's really obvious. There was a bit in Last Crusade where Indy thrashed around an MP40 that wasn't doing anything, and it straight up took me a second to realize they were trying to show him shooting.

Old movies gonna old movie.

I'm gonna watch the next two movies soon, probably this week, but from what I hear, they're not quite up to snuff. Let me know if you guys want my thoughts, otherwise, this is probably gonna be the last Offtopic Offseason for awhile because it's the Daytona 500 this weekend. They'll be a NASCAR race every weekend from now until November, and once NASCAR starts, the likes of MotoGP, F1, and Indycar aren't far behind.

Looking forward to the Henry Jones Jr.polis 500.

[digitaldiary]

february 9th, 2025

i have a pounding headache as i write this, most likely brought on by the adderall i took this morning. usually adderall = productive day for me, but somehow i got carried away and then next thing you know, i'm looking up from my phone and laptop and realizing i've been doing nothing for the past 4 hours. i went to a friend's place for a super bowl party but by then the headache had started and i was already sort of sad. i just decided it'd be best for me to go home.

new york winters bring a mix of emotions for me. i love when the snow falls, but hate the next day when it's slushy and slippery and my shoes and socks get soaked no matter how hard i try to avoid puddles. the cold is depressing and brutal, but a welcome, tangible indicator of change and the passage of time. two years ago i got my heart broken during a new york summer and since then, i find relief and comfort in the other three seasons. by the time summer rolls around again, i am reminded of two years ago, and then a whole different mix of emotions comes.

i moved to new york city five years ago as a wide-eyed, determined, naive, highly-motivated 20-year-old girl with dreams of working in fashion. i was born and raised in a suburb in northern california, largely quite sheltered and without any real-world experience. i still cannot drive. back when i first came here, i was very excited about life and my future, albeit very very very anxious and clueless. i had good intentions in everything i did, and still now, if one thing about me persists, it is that.

today i am 25 years old, working a 9-5 fashion job. unfortunately and disappointingly, i am much less concerned with my career as i used to be as it's taken a backseat to my never-ending struggles with mental health. most big dreams i had have been extinguished by reality and the ups and downs of life. i think also, maybe as i've gotten older, i've found that simple pleasures are enough to keep me content. maybe that is cope, i am not sure, i go back and forth on whether i am lying to myself because i've half-bakedly accomplished some of my dreams and realized that some may never come true. but that's another internal dispute amongst the thousands i must filter through every day of my existence.

when i got my heart broken two years ago, it was like a big bang of sorts for me - the breaking acted as a catalyst for lots of internal change, tough conversations with myself, and self-discovery. somehow i pushed through the excruciating emotional and existential pain and in the time after, i was able to build myself up from scratch. in that painstaking building of self, i became confident and assured of my identity, my core, my values, who i was and who i am. i had spent so much of my life trying to transform myself into what i thought others wanted me to be, so to get to a place where i was myself and no one else and i was happy to be myself... it was very unfamiliar and unprecedented for me but also very exciting.

but that newness has faded as life has continued onwards. there's a quote from the bible that says "as a dog returns to his vomit, so a fool repeats his folly". romance has always been THE dictator of my life, cruelly deciding my mood, my purpose, my worth, etc. in short - i have reattempted to find love over the past two years only to be left disappointed time and time again. each failed relationship has left a chip on my shoulder, and all the cracks in my form have caused me to break once again. my niche micro-celebrity crush recently tweeted "everything falls apart all the time" (and he plays a larger role in my recent "breaking" that maybe i will one day have the courage or lack of care to share). but he was right. everything has fallen apart for me. i'm holding on to three pieces - my family, my friends, and my work. i can't even remember what my original shape was. i'm just gripping these shards as hard as i can and they're slitting my skin but i won't let go. they're all that i have.

i don't mean to sound so doomer, this is more of a stream of consciousness that i'm sharing as a life update of sorts... don't worry about me too much, i'm quite used to this feeling by now!

[impala124]

Theory of love Episode 1: I hate myself for loving you

Well well well, what do we have here? Could it be my half-baked thoughts on Dear Dakanda, a movie I was supposed to have finished watching 3 days ago, but couldn't get through in a single sitting because I was too busy face-palming myself the whole time, and how it relates to episode 1 of Theory of love? Yes, it is.

The film is about a shy art student, who's in love with his bestfriend but is unwilling to confess because he's scared of losing their friendship.

Third in his review of the film:

I was practically cheering for Khaiyoi. I felt relieved for him.

Even though the film is told from Mhoo's perspective, we know very little about the man himself, other than his unrequited love, which made it really hard for me to root for him. So, Third was definitely projecting onto Mhoo.

As @lurkingshan has already pointed out, Third sees himself in Mhoo and has chosen to out do him in his pining for his bestfriend. It makes me wonder when Third saw Dear Dakanda for the first time, whether it was before meeting Khai or after. He and Khai had a meet-cute which is similar to that of Mhoo and Dakanda, atleast that's how Mhoo views it.

If he had watched the movie prior to meeting Khai, then he was just setting himself up for failure by comparing Khai to Dakanda. Now, if it were the latter, I wonder why he couldn't see himself in Nui rather than Mhoo. Maybe Nui was too honest about her feelings for Third to relate to her. I'm pretty sure that one of the reasons Third likes Khai is because Khai isn't afraid of confrontation, unlike him. Khai goes to the film sceening of a guy his ex chose over him, just to publicly humilate the guy. Third can't even himself to show Khai the concert tickets he bought for them to go together.

Side note about their meet-cute: It's a reference to the characters from My girl, which credits the director of Dear Dakanda as one of its screenwriters. If I'm remembering it right, My girl is also on the list.

@neuroticbookworm made a note about the romanticisation of pining in the movie and I'm pretty sure Third caught that because he was embodying it. As harsh as it might sound, the suffering of both Third and Mhoo is self-inflicted.

At no point were they given any indication that their feelings might be reciprocated and yet, they continue to resent the other person for treating them 'only' as a friend. I understand yearning, I love it, but give me some insight into the character before showing them as a pathetic loser (my favorite genre of men, if I may say so myself).

@bengiyo made an interesting note about the overtly heterosexual bubble Third lives in. This gave me a whiplash because in 2025, I'm kinda used to bls where queerness is the norm. We don't know anything about Third's past experiences and how long he's known that he's attracted to men to make any judgements here, but let me just note that Third is not some wallflower, he's part of a clique that is rather popular. Now that Two saw Third crying in the dark over Khai, maybe he'll find an ally, because Third definitely needs someone in his corner.

Something I'm interested in knowing more about is what Khai brings to his friendship with Third. Third repeatedly says that being friends with Khai is better than nothing, so he can't be a friend that flakes on him constantly, as he did in this episode. Hope you're not that much of a masochist, Third!!

Mini-rant:

Having Dakanda mention that she broke up with her boyfriend in her letter to Mhoo was definitely a choice and I wonder how much of that factored into Mhoo mailing her the postcards in return. Also, Mhoo writing I'm happy that, in the end, the thing that lasts the longest and can't easily be ruined is our friendship and ending the postcard by stating that this will be his last correspondence with her doesn't sit right with me.

Of course, one can outgrow a friendship, but, was Mhoo only friends with Dakanda in the hope that she might wake up one day and see him in a romantic light? That would be rather disingenuous now, wouldn't it?Is a female friend worth having only if she's a potential romantic partner? Is the narrative punishing Dakanda for not recognising Mhoo's quiet pining and replying with Why did you confess now?after he let her know about his feelings for her by having her break up with her boyfriend? This whole sequence reeks of valourization of Mhoo's unrequited love over Dakanda getting herself a boyfriend and Third definitely feels the same way about his pining and Khai's flings. Told y'all, I can't look at het romantic relationships objectively because biases start kicking in.

(OR)

Maybe it's about Mhoo choosing to move forward in his life instead of trying to see what can become of his relationship with Dakanda, now that she's aware of his feelings towards her.

We can't know for sure, but I feel like it's a bit of both.

[leaawrites]

All I got is you

Eli Hewson x fem!reader

Summary: In which, they both got what they wanted for so long. Each other.

Warnings: pining, fluff,

Wordcount: 1.2k

Masterlist

The apartment was quiet only the clutter of the dishes in the sink keeping his thoughts from drifting too far away from reality. The bottle grew warm in his hands as Eli was sat on the couch, watching the dark screen of the TV. Soft music was playing in the background. Grounding him for a second in time before the morning would come again and the stress of the new album would return.

His eyes flew over the room. The dirty plates were cleaned and put away hours ago, when everyone was still around. They’d done it together. It was one of the first conversation they had that evening, besides the usual greetings.

It was a get together, a quiet evening, to find peace in all the chaos and catch up with old friends who were left behind the last couple of months because of the album. She had offered to stay a bit longer than the others to help him clean up and then he got a text from Bobby: ‘It’s your chance, man’

Sighing and throwing his head back at the thought of what this meant now, Eli let his eyes wander further. Her shoes were still messily thrown on the floor in front of the door. Footsteps came nearer and soon enough, she plopped down next top him. Right in the middle of his vision.

“You alright, rock star?” she asked, giggling slightly at his tired look and lulled back head.

“All’s good,” he answered, not looking away from her.

“What’s on your mind then?” The room went quiet and for a moment he thought that dying would be better than speaking in that moment. So much could go wrong, so much could fall apart. But Rob’s words still hung in his head and the other lads agreement were slow backing vocals he couldn’t get rid off.

‘She likes you too, man,’ Rob said on one late evening in the studio as they tried figuring out a section of a song.

‘How would you know?’

‘Talked to her the other night and well, she said, that you were way too cool for her. I guess that say enough.’

‘What you talking about?’ Ryan came in just as Eli was about to answer and dismiss Rob’s words. Sitting down next to them with fresh coffee in his hands, Josh carrying in the other two cups.

‘Eli fancies Y/n and he doesn’t want the possibility to be true that she likes him back,’ Rob answered, making Eli groan in frustration of his words. They were true, still haunting.

‘Oh, she definitely likes you,’ Josh cut into the conversation. ‘Why else would she willingly spent two months on tour with us?’

‘Because we’re all friends?’ Eli suggested.

‘Because she wants you to notice her as more than that,’ Ryan corrected him.

‘Think about it,’ they all said before going back to the song, but his mind was still stuck there.

He was still stuck in the same conversation as she sat down next to him, watching with curiosity of what was going through his head, when all he was thinking about was her. She wanted it to know too, when she couldn’t forget the way they laughed together earlier that evening and how he didn’t ask her to leave yet.

It had to be something, right?

It had to mean something more than boredom to him, right?

“Do you ever -” Eli started, looking away and down to his fingers. “Have you ever thought of doing the most stupid thing in your life that you hope you won’t regret?”

“How do you mean that?”

“Nothing, it’s stupid,” he pushed the question away.

“No, it’s not. What are you talking about?”

“What if one person is all I have in life but I don’t even know if I have that person fully?”

“You’re in love?” she guessed, averting her gaze from him now too. If he was to confess, she didn’t want to see his face while thinking about it. She couldn’t see the happiness in his eyes if it wasn’t because of her.

“I guess, yes. I just-” he swallowed hard like the words he wanted to say were ought to be put away, still they came tumbling out seconds later. “I can’t stop thinking about what life would be like if- if I got to call her more than a friend.”

“We’ve been friends for so long and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like that before,” she joked, nudging his shoulder and trying to lighten the tension that hung between them.

“They say the prey is always the most oblivious.”

Silence.

He was met with nothing but silence and it seemed like they were back at the beginning. Back then, when she was too shy to talk to him properly and every time he tried to make conversation it wouldn’t last longer than a few sentences.

“What?”

“All I got is you and I don’t know what to think of it,” he said, turning to her. Cursing himself for trusting Rob when seeing the shocked look all over her face. “What do you think about it?”

“I’d call it old news,” she started, heart thumbing in her chest, “but I wouldn’t mind being called more than your friend.”

“Old news, huh?” He laughed, recalling the conversation once more, laughing at the version of him who was too afraid to admit anything to even his closest friends. “Well, new headline: What about I call you mine from now on?” Winking at the end of her sentence and cringing at his own words, but it came to his head and at that moment he wasn’t afraid of saying anything anymore.

Doubling over in response and laughing at his attempt of flirting like they were strangers in a bar, she couldn’t help herself but lean forward. Closer to him.

As out of instinct, Eli wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap as he started laughing too. Holding her close and letting himself fall into the melody of her happiness. He couldn’t believe himself, but it worked better than he could’ve imagined. Because now, she was laying in his lap, looking up at him with the biggest smile he had ever seen directed towards him.

“I wouldn’t mind being yours,” she whispered, cradling his neck and pulling him down. Closer to her face, closer to her lips. Until they met and all fear was forgotten between them.

It was just them now, in an empty apartment late at night with the whole city asleep. Letting themself love the other uncontrollably for the first time in their lives. And neither planned on stopping anytime soon.

Definitely not when they pulled away and smiles spread on both their faces at just the other being so close. Her hands running through his hair, slightly tucking at the ends to make him notice her want for more. She wanted him and wanted her.

They were all they needed.

[pooplyface1423]

Dusk till Dawn PT 4!!

Shadow x reader(platonic)

Warnings:none

Taglist: @bluefang1 @fawnsies @sabakarp @z3zabytez @ellaprime7 @buddee @star-maker-rain-dancer @generousdiamond @whoisgami

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As you all entered the kitchen you looked to your left seeing shadows smaller figure as he himself looked up at you with a small smile

As you smiled back tails poked your right arm and signaled you to sit next to him.

Obviously not being able to deny the cute fox you sat next to him shadow quickly followed sitting to your left as Maddie served you all some cereal (lucky charms shhh)

As you guys ate she announced that you guys would be going camping yay!

As Tom quickly signed to you what you guys were going to do your eyes lit up with excitement.

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As you all wrapped up breakfast tails and sonic offered to clean the table as Tom lead you back to you room to pack.

“I could help her” says Shadow appearing behind Tom quickly startling him

“OH- Hey buddy didn't see you there,you sure? “ Tom says looking at shadow

“yes” says shadow

“Well if you're sure but don't forget to pack ur self too okay?” Says Tom as he walks out of the room.

As you turn around expecting your uncle Tom to be there your surprise to see shadow you look down at him and wave at him

He waves back*

As you and shadow start packing a small bag with the essentials like a toothbrush a hair brush and more

Quickly getting distracted with your hair brush shadow quickly picks up a small necklace from your bed,

*taps your shoulder*

As you come back from ur imagination you see shadow holding your necklace

*signs*

“Oh yea that's the necklace my mom gave me for my birthday”

Shadow's shook was a bit more noticeable then he would've liked

*signs back*

“Oh I'm so sorry for grabbing it”

“It's okay don't worry”

*puts it on*

“It's safe now!” she signs

As Shadow smiles at her he feels a small warmness in his heart like he used to when he was with her. All her happy giggles and spontaneous actions were kinda the same ones you do now.

Without thinking about it much he pulls her into a tight hug. You quickly return the hug back.

No matter how much pain either of you guys are, you both knew that the beginning of an amazing new start and friendship was about to start.

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PHEW FINALLY FINISHED ANOTHER PART

Anyway, I'm so sorry for taking so long with this I've been very busy lately trying to meet other deadlines for other projects out of tumblr, but I just came back to continue working hard for yall