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thomasmastersunithinking · 8 months

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20 objects

In the image above, you'll see a numbered collection of objects. Nostalgia, in my experience, provides valuable insights into personal growth and identity, especially in the creative realm.

These objects mainly relate to my childhood and significant life moments. While their thematic connections might not be obvious to others, they symbolize my personal growth and its impact on my creative work.

As a creative, these objects deeply influence my work by carrying memories, emotions, and past aspirations. They remind me of my journey from who I once was to who I am today, infusing my creative projects with depth and meaning.

In short, this collection represents the strong link between personal history and creative expression, bridging my past experiences with my ongoing creative narrative.

the tape unused is a remnant my grandfathers many tapes in which he would record family holidays birthdays and any event he felt the need to record. It holds a lot of significance to me as my friends and I have been shooting on old cameras in a way trying to emulate the same memories we look back on and in an attempt to create more visceral memories for our future selves and other.

Marlboro golds a bad habit I thought I would never pick up my Bapak used to smoke so too did his son my uncle and cousin. I always hated seeing other members of my family smoking but there's something about the memories I had of them always seemed so cool smoking while riding a bike reading the paper or tagging.

this is a rosary gifted to meh family at the passing of a distant relative who was a catholic brother upon his passing the other brothers gifted it to my mother and us telling us stories of him and his love and prayers for us before he passed

my first film camera a k1000 I barley use due to several parts being broken. This camera holds significance to me partly because it was the first one I've ever bought but because it was my foray into the analogue world stories of my grandfather and great grandfather with old rolleis and them staring down their viewfinder and seeing their photos from around the world (Kenya, Malaysia, New Guniea, Arizona) gives a different perspective to the world than digital images

An earring I got from a friend from the past im not too sure why I still hold onto it there's no catch in the back the spine is bent but Ii think the memories etched into it from them wearing it will always hold dear

My grandmothers pendant with a photo of my grandfather. It's a memento to me in a weird way of their life the joy theey brought to me and ultimately their unparalleled love for one another. They both passed away when I was six from leaving this world together as they couldn't see one without each other.

a kina from Moititi. My uncle is one of my greatest role models taking me fishing diving teaching me how to drive be a good human. The kina is from a dive I went out on his land on Moititi which I was lucky enough to spend time on during my formative years.

letrasets given to me by a tutor last. I somehow managed to be gifted some letrasets by a tutor and they really opened my eyes to design. Getting to use them in journalling or whilst playing around with ideas has proved really useful in my enjoyment of design as many of my graphic design idols emulate or continue to practice with them

A skelleton of a bird from my cousins families batch in opotiki. I brought this back after a floundering trip and my Mothers kept it for me since in one of her shadowboxes. After my Uncles passing earlier this year it took me back to the days spent out there.

a coin from a century before I was born gifted to me by my grand uncle on my second visit to England. The amount of hands this coin must have passed through the pockets its been in and the things it has bought amazes me to think about.

A ring, it docent hold much significance to me but it's a placeholder of sorts I guess in many ways im trying to imbue some meaning into it over time.

A pin from my grandfather that my mother gifted me after his death. Im unsure of the meaning it may be from his time in the masons.

A old used roll of Kodak I try to shoot mainly on fuji because I love the colours but the old rolls of kodak all of the branding just has this odd nostalgia to it

Fuji film I love the colour the way it looks having the negatives everything about shooting on film.

Four leaf clovers. I like to say im not superstisuos however I can't get around the weird feeling I get when I see someone walk under a ladder break glass or in this case when I find four leaf clovers.

pressed flowers, growing up with two older sisters I got to experience a good amount of pain pressing flowers was not one of them I loved the process when I was a child.

The skin of a python from Malaysia, my grandfather (Bapak) gifted this to me before his passing a six meter long python he shot while in his time in Malaysia. Probably the best show and tell experience I had.

Journal/sketchbook, less full than I want it to be missing pages and in surprisingly good condition. Its hard for me to express myself using words or images a bad trait for a designer which I am attempting to remedy through this books pages.

Coffee mug, I was running out of objects around the house at this point. Recently bought from Asia gallery and probably the most non-eccentric item I could find.

Glug Glug Jug, a gift from my mother an avid collector of all things currently sourcing these odd fish shaped jugs for all of her friends and family.

Im unsure if I may continue with all of these objects as some lack real meaning hence there may be some personnel changes in the coming weeks.

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captainmalewriter · 2 years

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Family Vacation Pt. 2

Winning the majority of the votes, here's the sequel to Family Vacation! I linked the first part in case you haven't read it yet. Please enjoy the sequel, and thank you once again for 1k followers! - Captain M.W.

Today was our last day in Cancún. Tomorrow we would be flying back to the states after a long family vacation. All things considered, I've honestly had such a great time in Cancún. Though, of course, using my uncle Aaron's body definitely played a major role in my enjoyment. Even on our last day here I just had to take my uncle's body out for another spin. Today we're going sailing across the water in boats. I'm sure it would've been fun in just my own body too, but there's just this rush of adrenaline and endorphins I get whenever I go out as my uncle Aaron.

I really don't know how else to explain it, I just have way more fun living as Aaron!

Even though I love using Aaron's body, I have to admit that I've had to put in a lot of work in keeping my little activities a secret. I've been following a pretty strict schedule during this past week. I make sure not to overstep my limits, meaning I can't be Aaron all the time. My parents would murder me! I have to space out my fun, and after so many days, I've gotten the process down to a T.

First, I can only enter my uncle's body when he sleeping. He's a heavy sleeper, and that's also the only time his mouth is open wide enough due to his snoring for me to slip inside of him. Then, I have to excuse myself from the rest of the family and then I'm free to enjoy the nightlife however I see fit!

It's maddening to me how easily Aaron can just leave and do his own thing without anyone questioning him. If I even think about doing that, I get badgered by everyone on how I need to be a responsible young adult and take care of my little cousins. It's frustrating, but whatever. None of that matters once I become Aaron again.

Sailing on the water was fun! The clear blue waters of Cancún never fail to impress me. There were some moments where I really wanted to just jump out of the boat and go for a swim with the fishes. But unfortunately, even Aaron's body had it's own limits on what it can and can't do. I learned that the hard way when I blacked out drunk the other day. Luckily my uncle was known for drinking too much, that and I was unaffected because it wasn't my own body that took any of the alcohol. It was Aaron's, and his alone.

I felt bad for the guy, I pushed it too far and he took all consequences for me. I've laid off the heavy drinking for now, and I switched to smoking cigars instead. Not gonna lie, smoking while walking along the shoreline has been my favorite pastime lately. It's my own moment of zen, away from all the family drama and over the top partying.

I spent the rest of the day relaxing on the sand of the beach. It was a mellow moment. Different than all the fun I had been having lately, but as pleasant a memory as the rest.

The last day had come and gone. I made my way back to the hotel way before anyone else in the family did. This was the next part of the routine for me. Getting in and out of Aaron's body was as easy as changing my socks, but I knew I needed time to make it more convincing. Me suddenly popping up out of nowhere seemed too suspicious to take risks on. It worked the last few times, and it worked this last time too. Sure, my parents chewed me out again for being MIA, but I don't care anymore. Honestly, when haven't they yelled at me? It'd be easier to count that than the other way around.

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Our family trip to Cancún had officially ended. We got up early the next morning, drove to the airport, and after a long flight, we were back in our hometown. I was riding in the backseat with Aaron in the seat next to me. My parents occupied the driver's and passenger's seat. It was quiet in the car. Not much was said during that final car ride back home. I'm glad it was quiet, I honestly didn't have the energy to keep up conversation after all the festivities and traveling.

I turned to my uncle, who was looking out the window as we drove. He kept his gaze focused on the road, not moving much if at all.

"Tío, are you feeling okay?" I asked him.

"Hm?" he turned to me. "It's nothing, Carlos. I'm just tired from all the fun, you feel me?"

He gave me a forced smile. I returned the gesture, but the conversation ended there. I couldn't think of anything else to say! Now I just felt awkward sitting there.

"You really went all out, huh," my Dad said. "You're too old for all this shit, Aaron, you gotta settle down sometime."

"Man, fuck off. I really don't need some lecture right now, and especially not from my own younger brother."

Much to my surprise, my Dad didn't say anything back. He was known for getting on anyone and everyone's case, with me being his go-to target because I live with him. I could tell Aaron was getting ready for a heated fight too, as his breathing was getting quicker. His future life plans had always been something of a sore spot for him, but he had calmed back down after seeing my Dad shut up.

Now the rest of the car ride was really tense, but it was over soon enough. Some of the extended family had drove back to their own homes, but some who lived closer stopped by my house for a bit before leaving too. Aaron was one of them.

I hid in my room while the family talked in the backyard. It didn't last long, as I'm sure everyone was still tired. That worked in my favor though, as it kept my next plan moving along with little wait time. I had lots of fun living it up as Aaron, but during my free time, I was also very busy with planning my next course of action. I knew Uncle Aaron had parked his car in our driveway before we left for Cancún. I also knew that he left his car key behind, so I swiped it to unlock his car and then returned it where I found it.

Then, once I heard everyone was beginning to leave, I hid myself in the back of his car. Nobody would suspect a thing, as everyone knew me as the hermit who never left his room whenever family came over. Nobody ever bothered to interact with me. I hated that reputation, but tonight it served me well. Aaron drove away from my house with me in tow, and nobody even noticed I wasn't in my room. Aaron, the man whose body I had been taking over for the past week, had just unwittingly carried out the next step of my plan.

We got to his apartment, and then I played the waiting game. I waited until everything came together like dominoes falling in a row. I hid in his car and waited until I saw him leave to dump the trash or something similar, and then hurried inside. I hid in his closet and waited until it was lights out, and then it was time for the final strike. He was fast asleep within minutes, snoozing and snoring as loud as ever.

I crept out of the closet and walked up to my uncle's sleeping body. I admired his features from a 3rd person point of view one last; his jawline, his beard, his skin, his muscles, his dick bulge and more. The more I looked the more I craved being back inside his body. I licked my lips from the temptation, and then dove right into Aaron's gaping mouth. I could hear him gag from me entering him. You'd think after so many entries and blowjobs I've given as him, I would've gotten rid of his gag reflex by now but I guess not.

No matter, the body takeover was just as seamless as every other time as before. My legs filled into his, my chest into his, my dick slipped into his much larger dick, and everything else filled in like a dream. I took a moment to let everything adjust, and once I felt myself occupying a heavier, hairier body, I woke up and smirked.

This is it. This is my new body now. Aaron couldn't do anything so long as I was in control. Meaning, I don't have to leave ever again. I'm Aaron now, and he was powerless to stop it.

I rose up, figuratively and literally. I stood there in Aaron's bedroom fully erect. I guess I was already feeling the adrenaline rush, and it went straight to my dick. I flexed my new muscles, muscles I never had before in my old body. I was gonna have to take care of them if I wanted to keep em, but I was ready.

I threw on one of Aaron's tank tops so I could go for a jog around the block. Nothing crazy, but enough to get me started in maintaining my new body. I took a picture in his bathroom to commemorate this new chapter in my life.

While I was busy admiring myself, I got a text from my now former mother. Something about Carlos running away from home.

They finally found the little post-it I left on my bed. I smirked, and then ignored the text. I'll have to fulfill my duties and play the role of "Concerned Uncle Worried About His Nephew," but that can wait. Right now, I had other problems to worry about. Like how big of a dick I can take with my new body. I could feel myself getting excited just thinking about all the fun I'm gonna have. Now this is one vacation that will never end.

#male possession #body possession #body swap #age progression #familyvacayseries #multi part fic

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wolf-and-bard · 3 years

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*Giggles at all of your cute chaos cousins posts* *Imagines Ciri’s royal family meeting her Witcher family* I was just wondering if you might wanna write a little something to satisfy my craving for some everyone lives fluff? ❤️ I’m honestly just imagining sweet sea hound Eist meeting and making friends with the wolf boys XD

My friend ♥️ Do excuse the long wait, my brain was not in the mood for fluff for a bit there. This did turn out rather silly, but I hope you can enjoy it anyway! Maybe don't take it too seriously 😂

Everyone lives family-floof (with some vaguely implied Lambskel), rated T, 3.1k. Enjoy!

„Welcome, welcome,“ the crashing mine-cart voice of Crach en Craite boomed up the gangway which Geralt treaded lightly, Ciri clinging to his backside. The girl had slept through half of their ship’s journey and was still softly snoring. Geralt could feel drool against his neck, but he didn’t mind so much with her. It made him bite down on a smile as he set foot on the wooden planks of the dock.

The air around them was filled with the general clamour of Ard Skellig’s harbour, people that embarked and disembarked from various vessels, traders that carried wares to and fro, merchants that advertised their wares, children that spent their lazy afternoons watching the various ships dock.

Nothing of the wars with Nilfgaard had reached the Skellige Isles, not a single galley of the Black Ones, nor yet a spark of the fires that consumed the Northern Kingdoms. Nothing of the wars had reached their host either. Crach stood as a proud and stout warrior with open arms and a stately set of his shoulders, smiling broadly through his thick beard.

“Well met, Jarl,” Geralt said.

„Geralt of Rivia,“ he hollered and laughed and came up to Geralt to greet him before he noticed Ciri on his back. „By Freya, if it isn’t my dear cousin.“ Ciri perked up at that, and laughed when she saw the low bow Crach was giving her. She tugged on Geralt’s hair and he let her down with a grunt.

“Cousin Crach,” she squealed and barrelled into him under his thunderous laughter.

Geralt crossed his arms and smiled as the two of them hugged out their reunion, Crach bent low to wrap his huge arms around Ciri’s body, still small in spite of all the training she had done under the witchers’ careful instruction. Speaking of which…

“Man, this place stinks,” Lambert complained as he joined Geralt on the dock. His face was slightly pale, had taken on a greenish taint, and he wore a constant scowl. “Please don’t tell me all they have to eat is fish, I’d kill for a roasted chicken leg right now.”

“Fine, I won’t tell you,” Eskel said and he too took up position on Geralt’s side. Vesemir was the last to leave the ship, having chatted with the captain about sightings of rare sea creatures all journey long, and he looked as vivacious and happy as Lambert looked annoyed and sickly. A flush was spread over his cheeks and a bounce suffused his step making him seem younger than the lot of them which was a ridiculous notion. Geralt huffed, and jostled Lambert lightly.

“Fuck off!” the youngest wolf yapped and jostled him right back.

“I brought my family,” Ciri announced when she wound out of Crach’s embrace and her eyes glittered, a sea-weed green under the afternoon sun which hung in a cloudless sky. Her chest swelled in pride as she waved Crach over to introduce them.

“You know Geralt of course,” she said and Crach and Geralt exchanged another nod. Crach winked and Geralt bit down on his laughter. “The greatest witcher to ever walk the Continent!”

“I have a thing or two to say to that,” Vesemir huffed.

“You’re right, the second-greatest witcher to ever walk the Continent. Vesemir taught him,” Ciri explained and Crach saluted Vesemir loosely, then turned to the other two.

“These are my uncles Eskel and Lambert.”

“Not your uncle, kiddo,” Lambert grumbled.

“As you can see, Uncle Lambert is a massive killjoy. But he can be fun if he wants to be, he taught me how to make bombs.”

Geralt waited for the realization to hit Crach, the sudden understanding that having this girl live with four witchers of all people might have been the worst thing to happen to her, and that he should have them all executed for their crimes against the crown. But Crach only chuckled which, if anything, made Lambert even more suspicious. Geralt could see it in his narrowed eyes.

“Uncle Eskel is the best cook ever and he’s so strong. He once carried me and Uncle Lambert to bed when we fell asleep playing Gwent on the battlements. He makes a super strong herbal tea and he knows all about the weirdest kinds of monsters, those even witchers get to fight rarely. But don’t cross him, I hear his Axiis can knock you right out.”

“They can,” Eskel said, a faint blush clinging to his cheeks. “But so can my fists. Thank you for having us, Jarl.”

“I don’t have a fucking clue what you’re talking about, but I’m sure these men are great people and fine company. Welcome to all of you and my sincerest thanks for taking my cousin in. Her family is ours also and shall be welcomed on Ard Skellig henceforth. Please, dear witchers, follow me, there is much ale to toast with and a few other people that should like to make your acquaintance. Our servants have prepared a royal feast in your honour.”

“Royal feast, who gives a shit. Don’t think we will be wooed by manners and wine,” Lambert muttered and Crach laughed. “We’re only here because the brat was nagging us about it.”

“Don’t worry, Uncle Lambert,” Ciri said and batted her lashes at him. “There’ll be beer and cuss words and all the types of fish you can imagine, it’ll be right up your alley.”

“Call me uncle one more time,” Lambert said through his teeth and Eskel drew an arm around his shoulder to pull him close, then whispered something into his ear which Vesemir and Geralt heard, but the others couldn’t. Lambert flushed red, Eskel smirked, and Vesemir scowled at them. Geralt shook his head, biting down on an amused smile.

“We would love to join you in the keep,” he said. Ciri beamed at him, and so did Crach. Lambert was suspiciously quiet all the way up.

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The moment Crach threw open the grand double doors at the end of the bridge that led into the entrance hall of Ard Skellig’s keep, a blur of reds and browns came shooting from a dark corner and barrelled straight into Ciri, knocking her over. All four witchers fell into various fighting stances immediately, their focus trailed on the heap of limbs on the floor, but as soon as Ciri’s excited giggles echoed through the great space, they relaxed.

“Cerys,” Ciri laughed and they tumbled about on the floor, Ciri and a girl that was no more than a couple years younger than she. She had flaming red hair and wore a version of Crach’s armour, adjusted to fit her still growing body. The girl grappled with Ciri, then tried to pin her down, but Ciri’s training kicked in – Geralt noticed her perfect execution of a manoeuvre that flipped their positions – and she gained the upper hand. Cerys stared up at her, wide-eyed, then burst into laughter that too matched the thunder of her father. It was amazing, coming from such a small person.

“You,” Cerys hissed between hiccups of laughter. “You abandoned me. You promised to be here for my birthday, but you abandoned me for what? This group of stinky old men?” She glared at the witchers, or tried to, but her eyes spelled mirth.

“We’re not adopting another child,” Lambert said and Eskel jostled him. Vesemir and Crach were both smiling into their beards.

“My darling Cerys,” Ciri said and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, the cheeks, the nose. Cerys howled in dismay and wriggled in Ciri’s grip, all in good humour. “How you’ve grown.” With that, Ciri let her go and pulled her cousin up with her. The girls regared each other for a long moment, then fell into a bear hug.

Geralt watched them, arms crossed, and felt his heart warm at the sight. He hadn’t realized prior to this trip, stupidly hadn’t realized, how much family Ciri still had, how many connections to the world. When he’d taken her in, the only thing on his mind had been getting her to safety. He’d thought she had no one left and now here she was, a bright young girl, on her way to become the first ever female witcher, with two families to call her own. There were doubts there too, of course. Should he have brought her here in the first place?

“You did good with her, wolf,” Vesemir said as he came up to Geralt’s side and placed a light hand on his bicep.

“We all did, even Lambert,” Geralt said. “But maybe it’s time to give her back to the world?”

“She would have your cock sizzling over a campfire for that if you even implied it.” Geralt’s eyes widened and he stared at Vesemir. Vesemir had his gaze fixed on the still hugging girls, but his moustache twitched. “She’s one of us now, Geralt.”

Geralt accepted that in silence. Right then, his ears pricked up as he heard two more people approach from a stairway to the right. One of them Geralt recognized instantly in his proud bearing and his weathered face. Eist Tuirseach, former Jarl of Skellige, King of the fallen country of Cintra, always bore himself with pride, nobility and mischief woven about his person like an invisible cloak. Geralt liked the old sea bear, even though he’d only met the man briefly at his and Calanthe’s betrothal. The day Geralt had claimed Ciri as his child surprise. He saw Geralt and nodded slightly, then his eyes fell to Ciri – who had finally let go of Cerys – and they widened, lips parting in a gasp as though, up until now, he hadn’t quite believed she would come.

“Cirilla,” he said, oh so quietly, but she heard. She’d been wintering with wolves, she heard. And in an instant, she was across the space between them, had hurled herself into his arms. Ciri shrank then, back into the girl Geralt had first picked up in the middle of the war and Eist’s eyes filled with tears as he crouched down to envelop her in his arms which were clad in furs. He buried his face in her hair and both sobbed quietly.

“Who is he?” Eskel asked under his breath.

“Her grandfather,” Geralt replied to put it simple. Titles would mean nothing to Eskel, nor to Lambert. His brothers actually cared as much about politics as Geralt pretended to care about them which was nothing at all.

“I had not known King Eist had survived the war,” Vesemir said to Crach. The two warriors were standing off to the side, heads tucked together while Eskel stood with Geralt and Lambert… Lambert sat cross-legged on the floor, caught in a staring match with little Cerys. In all of that, the broad but hunched figure of what Geralt assumed was Cerys’ brother, got lost somehow. He stood close to Eist, eyes trailed at the ground. Geralt dismissed him as unthreatening and insignificant, and refocused his attention to Eist and Ciri who were still holding onto each other as though the White Frost was about to sweep over the lands and they could only fend it off by hugging. Something barbed lodged in Geralt’s throat at the sight. He swallowed it down. He was not Ciri’s father.

As if she could sense his distress, Ciri detached herself and walked back to the wolves, beckoning Eist to come along.

“You’ve got to meet them all,” she said to the old king. “You can’t imagine what they’re like.”

“I really can’t,” Eist said. There was a healthy flush on his cheeks and he wouldn’t meet Geralt’s eyes. It was a good thing because if he had, they might have just both lost it over Ciri’s antics. It was like she’d de-aged by half a decade, childish excitement replacing the determined wolf she’d become.

“You have met Geralt. And this next to him is Eskel, my favourite uncle,” Ciri expained and Eist and Eskel shook hands.

“Hey, I heard that!” Lambert called and Cerys whooped, having won the staring match upon Lambert’s indignant outcry.

“I thought you weren’t my uncle,” Ciri retorted and they spent a moment sticking their tongues out at each other as Eskel and Eist briefly chatted about the sea journey to which Geralt hummed along. It was a lot, all these people in a room together, and he had expected them to clash, but somehow… it worked out.

At first, they’d all thought it was a terrible idea. They’d gotten word from the Skellige Isles, a coded message that had contained an invitation for the witchers and Ciri – if the rumours of her survival should be true – to sail to Ard Skellig and stay with the an Craites who’d become part of her family by her grandmother’s marriage to Crach’s uncle.

Vesemir had been completely against it, Eskel had refrained from commenting on the matter and simply gotten ready for another year on the Path, Lambert had kept spewing all the reasons why they shouldn’t at anyone who would listen. Geralt… Geralt had wanted to do good by Ciri and he’d known she needed it. To be with normal people, people that knew her in a way the witchers couldn’t. He’d also painfully understood Lambert’s arguments. It was dangerous for anyone involved. But in the end, Ciri had put on all her charms, had gotten out her arsenal of annoyance, and had convinced them to dare. They rarely did that these days, daring. They’d discussed it over the fire one night, and had decided, collectively decided because unfathomably, the girl wanted them all to come, to indulge her. And here they were.

“So,” Vesemir said as he approached Eist, both thumbs hooked into his belt and one eyebrow raised in his best impression of the hard teacher he used to be. Eist did not cower. “You are the reason this girl has been playing all manners of pranks on me.”

“I should hope so. Someone has to be around for her to fill their shoes with muck and put hair dye in their soap and so on. I would be direly disappointed in Cirilla if she hadn’t found someone to pester while he were separated,” Eist said and extended a hand. Vesemir glanced down at it, pretended to ponder, and Geralt and Eskel turned their heads down to hide their smiles. “Call me Eist.”

“Do you know, Eist, that I have woken up with my feet coated in honey and ants only yesterday?”

“That was Lambert’s idea though,” Ciri protested.

“Well, this Lambert must be an absolutely charming young man then,” Eist chuckled and from Lambert’s glare he did not cower either.

“I’m older than you, grandpa, I’ve had enough of this,” Lambert said. “You know what? That bridge looked funny. I think I’ll just go and jump over the railing it and see how many somersaults I can do on the way down. Aiden taught me a new way to get more spinning power.” With that, the youngest wolf got up, gave Cerys a pat on the head and made a run for it.

“LAMBERT, NO,” both Vesemir and Eskel shouted and gave chase, and Crach and Eist bellowed out laughter. Geralt and Ciri rolled their eyes at each other. It was then that Ciri finally noticed her other cousin, and only because Cerys stood by his side now. That close, the similarities were uncanny, brother and sister no doubt. They had the same long nose, the same hands. Hands that had wielded steel before and often. In a way, then, Ciri might fit in better now than she had before. Before Kaer Morhen, before the war. Before her life had fallen to pieces around her.

“Hjalmar,” Ciri said and approached the pair of siblings. Hjalmar shrugged, then walked away without sparing her a glance.

“He’s having a phase,” Cerys huffed. “We’ll hang out after dinner! Now that you’re apparently a fighter, we ought to spar. We can, father, right?” Both girls looked to Crach who seemed a little forlorn all by himself, eyes darting between where the witchers had disappeared to, where Hjalmar had disappeared to, and where Cerys and Ciri made puppy eyes at him.

“Cerys may fight, of course,” Crach said. “But I cannot decide for Cirilla.”

“Cirilla can damn well decide for herself,” Ciri said, fist clenching as if around the grip of an invisible sword. Back in Kaer Morhen, she would be scolded for backing down on a challenge and so she shook Cerys’ hand now before the girl trailed after her brother.

“I should… make sure they don’t set the place on fire. Eist will show you to your rooms once the rest of your family returns,” Crach said with a wave and followed his children with heavy steps, each a sigh against the carpet.

“Right then,” Ciri said and turned to Geralt and Eist, now the only people left in attendance. “What have you been up to, grandpa?”

“Oh, we’ve been spending our days on the terraces, watching for whales and counting seals. Calanthe has been bored out of her mind, as I’m sure you can imagine.”

Geralt froze and so did Ciri. They exchanged a long look and Geralt could smell the tears prickle in Ciri’s eyes, but they didn’t manifest. Geralt gave an almost imperceptible nod and Ciri turned back to Eist, drawing a deep breath.

“She’s alive then.”

“She’s alive.”

“I want to see her,” Ciri demanded and held out her hand for Eist to take. To guide her. This was not a reunion Geralt needed to pry into, and so he inclined his head and gestured for them to go on.

“But Ciri,” Eist said and squeezed her hand. His voice had fallen to a quieter key and Geralt cocked his head to listen for his heartbeat. Not faster, slower if anything, but a certain tension was there nonetheless. There was something wrong with Calanthe. Something significant. “She might not be awake. She… rarely is.”

“What happened to her?”

“I think I should see how many somersaults Lambert managed,” Geralt interjected carefully and made to leave, but Ciri grabbed his hand before he could. Their eyes met again and hers were hard around the edges, softened on the inside. I need you, Geralt, the flicker in them said. And Geralt was not her father, not yet, he thought, and he didn’t know if he ever would be, but he would never deny her a request like this. She needed him, Geralt was there.

Eist glanced at where they held hands and his weary expression was washed away by a wistful smile.

“Knowing Calanthe, she should like to explain it to you in due time. You will see that she was wounded in the storm on Cintra and is still in recovery.”

“She’s the Lioness,” Ciri said simply. “She will roar and rise again.”

That she will, Geralt thought. And you right alongside her.

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sweeethinny · 3 years

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James is Dating - Part 2

I love part 1, but I felt that Ginny's reaction to that was missing, so here goes, one more mother and son moment between James S. and Ginny

Part 1 | AO3

read bellow the cut :)

'Busy?' Ginny said, head into James' messy room, looking for him in all that mess of clothes, gifts, new things, and a lot of other things he kept inside.

'No. Do you need anything?’ He stepped out of the small closet by the window, still wearing only the old, dirty paint-dry shorts he had used to help build the new house for Sir, their dog.

'Do you want to go with me to the market? Your father asked me to buy more ice cream, fish and beer.' Today all the Weasley and aggregates would gather at the Potter house, Harry seemed more anxious than ever to open the new room, which was now not just a forgotten room at the back of the house, with everything that couldn't fit in the attic, which almost never had the windows open. It was an appropriate place, with comfortable armchairs, a wallpaper of flamingos that Ginny had chosen and an incredible view of the pool and the sunset.

'Sure, I'm just going to put the shirt on ... will I meet you down there?' She nodded, closing the door and walking to the stairs.

It had been a day since James told Harry that he was dating and so far he has remained silent to Ginny, which saddened her a little, since James always told her several things. She waited patiently after dinner, guaranteed to get James to help clear the table with her, and yet, today during the morning run, she tried not to say too much, hoping that he would bother with the silence - as he always did - and talk about the news she already knew.

Harry summed up what the two of them had talked about and how happy James looked about how it all went down, but Ginny wanted to hear directly from him, not just what her husband remembered.

Harry couldn't tell if James had that sparkle in his eyes that she saw appear during one of the dinners, while he and Mira talked softly in the other corner of the table, and her son seemed to almost sparkle every time she laughed. Or when he hurry down the stairs while the owl hooted to announce it arrival with the mail. And Ginny wouldn't even comment on the time she caught him looking at Mira' breasts. It was a quick thing, while she and Mira talked about Quidditch, the girl fixed the collar of her sweater, without any apparent malice, and out of the corner of her eye Ginny had been able to notice the movement of James' eyes.

She wanted to laugh and make some comment about it, but the boy soon managed to get them off track and take Mira away from Ginny, saying they were going to play Quidditch - and they went.

Mira was a girl that Ginny had been cheering James on to notice her, since the first day Ginny met her, she was a sweet person, and it was understandable that even Scorpion, always tried to be around her on vacation. She was also beautiful; tall, almost the same height as James, with blonde hair similar to Fleur's, but more wavy and messy than the perfectly smooth strands of her sister-in-law, dark eyes that seemed almost unreal, and a way of behaving that exuded confidence. Not much to detriment her, just enough that she could survive the world without being too affected. And she was smart, which was a very important point for Ginny not to worry about.

As far as James talked, her mother was a witch and so was her stepfather, while her father was a muggle, as were her grandparents. They even got to know her mother on a day when they went to get Mira to go with them to the Quidditch Cup, the woman had studied in the same year as the twins but was a Ravenclaw, just like her husband.

Mira was the perfect girl that Ginny could have imagined for James.

Okay, aside from the fact that maybe she was in as much or more trouble than the boy, but it was something to let go of.

'Is Dad going to make fish? I thought Teddy had convinced him to make that meat pie,’ James appeared, startling Ginny who was concentrating on watching the yard through the big window in the living room.

'You know what he looks like, when he put something on his head, forget it.' She turned, smiling at the boy and giving him her arm to hold, in order to apparate to the dark and safe alley where they landed. The market was a block and a half away, but today was a Saturday during the holidays, which meant crowded streets and long lines for even the simplest things.

'Excited to start classes?' She asked, needing to restrain herself from releasing a million questions about the courtship he had kept hidden for so long.

'Yes, at least I’m not going to see Professor Johann anymore, which makes me very happy. ’

'I thought you liked DADA.' The two stopped in the fishmonger line, surrounded by conversation.

'I like it,' James shrugged, fussing with his hair like his father did, almost making Ginny laugh. 'But he is very annoying, and he hates me.'

'I doubt it.'

'I'm serious, he hates us all but Mira, but it's because she and he share the same terrible taste for books, and they've been reading the same saga lately, but if it weren't for that, he would make her organize more than thousand of his books in alphabetical order too, as he does with us. '

‘And what does he tell her to do?’ Ginny wanted to jump for joy because they were talking about Mira, knowing that now it would be much easier to pull James’s secret.

'He almost never gives her detention, really, it's almost like he was blind to her walking down the corridors or in the forest at night, but the times he had to do that, Mira said that she just kept separating the tests by year and home' James denied, looking incredulous.

'Well ... and what would she be doing in the hall at night? Or in the Forest? ’

'Nothing I know of, of course.' James smiled in that way that always made Ginny and Harry watch, his eyes shining in something malicious, as if hiding to death what the hell they were up to at school. 'I am usually in my room, you know? Respecting the schedule and sleeping early. ’

‘Oh sure, I sure believe that,’ She smiled falsely. 'Will Mira come to dinner?'

'No, she traveled to her uncles' house in France, her cousin just gave birth to a baby.'

'Hm ... We should go to France for the next vacation, it is a pretty beautiful destination, especially in the summer.' James smiled in agreement, but if Ginny knew her son well, he was not thinking about French landscapes. 'I like her.'

'From whom?' The boy looked at her, curious, as if he were caught in the act.

'Mira. She is very kind to us. ’

'She is like that naturally.' James defended her, even though Ginny was not implying anything.

'A great quality, by the way ... And she is beautiful.' James' cheeks turned pink, but he continued to look confidently at all the fish exposed in the ice basins, it was almost their turn.

'Scorpion agrees with that, I think I saw him looking at her legs more times than I can count.' He looked at Ginny, his brown eyes looking so much like the ones she saw in the mirror when she caught herself thinking about Harry as she dressed for her class, trying to ignore how all the girls seemed to like him now that he was in sixth year and had grown up.

'And you? Do you agree?' She took a risk, biting her cheek to contain her smile when her son's face caught fire.

'She is my best friend.'

'Hermione was Ron's best friend.' She shrugged. ‘That didn’t stop him from finding her beautiful.’

'Daddy told you, didn't he?' James stared at her as if Ginny had just said that she knew his biggest secret, eyebrows raised.

'Did he tell what?' Before James could speak, however, the fishmonger called them.

They didn't waste a lot of time in the market, exchanging few words while choosing the products and then paying, walking at a slow pace and almost as if they were postponing their return home, feeling the breeze of that summer night, and seeing the city brighter and more awake than ever.

James didn't open his mouth, seeming to think well before speaking, but Ginny wanted to laugh and ask her son if he thought she was an idiot and that she hadn't realized that overnight, there were pictures of him with Mira in his room, especially the one of the two in Hogsmeade where he had his arm around her waist.

'He told you what I told him.' The boy finally spoke, and Ginny stopped walking, thinking that if they went home, there would be no way to talk without Albus, Lily, Harry or her whole family arriving and hinder, then, she preferred to stop and sit on a bench that was in front of a square they used to run, discreetly putting a spell so that the fish that would not spoil by staying out of the ice.

'Yes.' She looked at him as soon as they were seated, smiling from ear to ear. 'Your father is a gossip, you know that.'

'What do you think?' James also smiled, but his cheeks were flushed.

'Well, I like Mira, and as long as it doesn't interfere with your studies or hers, everything is fine. I've been waiting for this for some time.' The boy laughed, denying and looking at the lake that shone ahead, lit by the various lampposts.

'Her grandmother wants to talk to us.'

'Grandma?' James nodded, laughing even more.

'She says she wants to meet our family, said she is tired of just hearing about the Potter but never sees them in person.' The two laughed. 'It's all right? Are we going to have dinner with them after they get back from the trip?’

'Of course, it will be a good time, I'm sure.' She sighed. 'Do you like her? Isn't it just something to pass the time?' Ginny didn't know if she would be able to overcome the disappointment she would feel if James did that, even though she thought it unlikely that he would be able to play with Mira's feelings like that.

'Nooo, I really like her. We get along well.' He looked happy, in fact, during the Easter break he looked a little miserable, and Ginny wondered now if it had anything to do with her. James was no longer hiding in the room and remaining silent and scowling in the corners

'Good, because I like her very much, and we would fight if you were playing with her.'

'It is more capable of her making me cry than the other way around,' he joked. 'But I wouldn't have told you if it was nothing.'

'You didn't tell, your father told me.'

'Yeah, whatever.' He shrugged. 'I think I was embarrassed... Lily made the whole trip miserable, sitting in our compartment just to provoke, talking nonstop to Mira.'

'She's jealous of you, you're her big brother.' Ginny smiled, remembering how sulky her daughter was every time James went out with friends and she needed to stay. 'You did the same with Teddy. It's normal.'

'But it sucks.' He made a face. ‘Albus wasn’t like that when he heard.’

'He's better at hiding his feelings, we'll have to wait a few more weeks to find out.' The two were quiet, the music from the pub across the street was loud, as were the laughter and conversation, and Ginny almost started to worry with when it would James who wanted to go to places like that, wondering if she would stay up all night like she did when Teddy first went out.

Not that she didn't trust James, but it was still a little disconcerting to look at him, and realize that he was no longer that little boy who hugged her legs whenever he was embarrassed.

'Are you happy?' She looked at him.

'Yes.' James smiled, that shy dimple appearing on his left cheek. 'I was afraid that she would reject me. She’s a little scary. ’

‘But she didn’t reject it.’

'Yeah, something like that... She tried, and we fought, but then everything went well and I kissed her.' He smiled sheepishly, making Ginny laugh and that maternal concern dissolved a little.

'Well, this is what matters.' She stood up. 'Come on, let's go before your dad pulls out his hair and calls the Aurors to look for us.'

'He wouldn't do that.' The two walked to the alley.

'Never doubt Potter' drama.' Ginny lined them up, James holding her arm. 'I'm happy for you.' She kissed her son's forehead - which was almost starting to get taller than she was - and apparated them back to the house.

#hinny #hp next gen #harry potter next generation #next gen harry potter #James Sirius Potter #oc #james sirius x oc #Ginny Weasley #hinny headcanon

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stressisakiller · 4 years

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The Other Dursley (F.W.)

Pairing: Muggle Dursley x Fred Weasley

A/N: This was requested by and anon who asked for a muggle Dursley x Fred Weasley. It turned out longer than I expected but I hope that you like it.

Flashbacks are in italics. Fred lives AU

Warnings: None, Just fluff and like two curse words

Word count: 3.7k

Part 2

It had been over a year since you had last seen Harry when you and your family had been sent away from your home. You had quickly left your parents home as soon as you turned eighteen and moved into your own flat, above the bakery where you currently worked. You loved working in a bakery, working with your hands, and creating amazing food, you couldn’t be happier. Scratch that you would be happier if you knew what had happened to Harry, you hadn’t heard from him since that fateful day.

You had everything packed in the car when your dad decided to tell your cousin Harry that you would not be leaving. That he didn’t believe that you were all in danger from some of, as your uncle put it, “his lot”. That this was in fact all a plot to get the house that you currently stood in.

“Oh shove it, dad,” you said deciding to speak up, “Like Harry would want the house that you made feel like a prison, or did you forget that you literally put bars on his window?” He stared at you wide-eyed, you rarely ever spoke out against your parents, you preferred to stay in the background. You didn’t let him start speaking before you continued, “You may have treated him like a pebble in your shoe but even after all the shit that you put him through he still cares enough about you to make sure that you are safe. He wouldn’t lie about this certainly not to get this house from you. If Harry says that we are in danger then we are in danger so get your fat ass out that door into your car so we can get out of here.” Vernon’s face had turned cherry red and he stared at you with a look like a fish trying to breathe air.

“I-wha-you…” He stopped trying to speak when the look you gave him showed that there was no room for debate so he turned on his heel and stomped out the door. Dudley paused and looked at Harry saying in a quiet voice

“I never thought of you as a waste of space” To which Petunia lost her mind about how thoughtful Duddley was while you and Harry looked at each other. Rolling your eyes, you started shooing them towards the door. You turned towards Harry once you got to the doorway, and threw your arms around him,

“Be safe, I love you, and please find me when this is all over.” You looked up at him with wet eyes, “Remember Harry, you deserve to be loved and you deserve happiness, hopefully, you will get that once this is all over.” He gave you a small sad smile before pulling you back into a tight hug.

“You were the only person who loved me for most of my life and I will always love you for that, I’ll miss you and if I make it through this war alive I will do my very best to find you.” You took a step back-breaking out of the embrace, you gave him one last sad smile and walked out the door to join your parents and brother in the car.

The owner of the bakery that you worked at had gone home for the day so you currently had the place to yourself. The owner was working towards having you help run the bakery, so she left you to run it by yourself often. Your ideas for new items were creative and she had no idea where you got the ideas for the looks of some of the goodies. You had gotten a couple of books from Harry over his years at Hogwarts that inspired you. You were currently in the back working on an idea for a new pastry when you heard the front bell ring.

“Just a second!” you called out, wiping your hands on your apron you walked towards the front counter, looking up as you walked through the doorway you froze. “Harry? Is that you?” you muttered not quite believing your eyes.

“Hey cousin, I told you I’d find you.” That was all it took for you to run around the counter and throw your arms around his neck, you could see some new scars and he looked a little tired but he was alive and in front of you. “I have a favor to ask of you,” He stated, still hold you tightly in his hug, you looked up at him stepping away from the hug

“Anything” you replied. He smiled

“I have someone I want you to meet,” He said turning, towards the door he called out “Ginny, you can come in now.” The door opened to reveal a beautiful redhead in overalls. Harry proceeded to introduce the two of you telling you that Ginny was, in fact, his girlfriend. You were overjoyed at the news and couldn’t wait to get to know her better. “I wanted you to meet her because you are my family and I want you to approve of the girl that I am in love with.” he told you, “With that being said I was hoping that you could join us for dinner tonight, I want you to meet the people that have been my family for the past couple of years when I wasn’t able to be around you.” You beamed up at him,

“I would love that! I just have a couple of things to finish up here before I can go, would you like to come and sit in the back with me so that we can talk while I bake?” Nodding you all headed to the back and talked, you talked about everything that had happened in the past year. You couldn’t be happier, and you couldn’t wait to meet and thank the people that had loved Harry even when you weren’t able to be there for him.

You were finally done with closing up the bakery so you brought Harry and Ginny upstairs to your flat so that you could get changed before meeting her family. You had decided that if you were going to make a good impression that you had to bring some food along with you as well. You finally decided on some cream puffs you had shaped like dragons and some custard tarts that had nutmeg sprinkled in the shape of fireworks on top. You finally decided to wear a cute flowy blouse and a pair of high waisted jeans with your converse, cute but not over the top. You placed your goodies into a bag and walked over to your cousin and his girlfriend.

“Alright I’m ready,” you said, “sorry it took so long for me to finish up at the bakery.”

“It’s alright,” came the reply from Ginny, “we warned mom that we may not get back until a little later, so she should only just be finishing up dinner.” The way she spoke made you wonder how she could possibly be confident in getting there on time if you hadn’t even left the house yet. Harry saw your confusion and smiled.

“Don’t worry cuz, we won’t be traveling there by car, we will be using floo powder, it’ll get us there much quicker.” He stated as if that cleared everything up. Instead of asking the obvious questions of, what on earth are you talking about and what is floo powder, you decided to just follow along and watched as he walked over to the fireplace.

“Ok y/n just watch what Ginny does and then I’ll show you so that you can go before me.” You simply nodded knowing that you trusted Harry and he must have a plan. You watched as Ginny brought out a small bag and pulled some ash looking substance from it, she then handed it to harry before standing straight saying “the burrow” and throwing down the powder. In a puff of green smoke she vanished, you walked over to the fireplace, looked in then looked at harry.

“So I guess that means that we are using magic to get there?” He chuckled at your reaction and nodded

“That’s right, that was floo powder it allows you to travel between fireplaces in what is called the floo network, now it’s your turn.” You looked at him in concern

“My turn?”

“ Yes cuz, your turn, it’s very easy, you’re going to get in the fireplace, grab some of the powder then very clearly say, ‘The Burrow’ immediately throwing the powder down and you will be there in no time!”

Following his instruction, you climbed into the fireplace with your goodies feeling a little stupid, and next thing you knew you were stumbling out of a completely different fireplace coughing. You tripped while falling out and were caught by a very tall, very good looking redhead.

“Watch it love, can’t have you falling over,” he stated smiling at you. You heard a whooshing sound behind you and turned in time to see harry calmly stepping out of the fireplace you had just vacated. He smiled when he saw Fred’s arm on you.

“Great, you’re here!” Harry stated, “The first time I used Floo powder I ended up in the wrong place, so I’m glad to see that you didn’t make the same mistake.” You glared at him for a second,

“You mean to tell me that I could have ended up in some random fireplace but you still had me do that?” The redhead whose arm was still on you laughed

“She’s got you there mate, why didn’t you just apparate?” Harry shrugged and you finally took a moment to look around you, it was a cozy house, you could see that the dishes in the sink were cleaning themselves, because why not, and the clock on the wall had faces on it, all of them currently pointing to a spot that simply said home. You were enchanted. You were quickly pulled out of your amazement by the man beside you calling out,

“Oi, Harry, are you going to introduce us to this lovely lady or not?” You saw Harry blush and murmur a “sorry” before he walked over to you and started to introduce you to everyone.

“To start off the man that you stumbled into is Fred, he is one half of the twins and a real trickster, he and his brother own an amazing joke shop in Diagon Alley.” The man, who you now knew as Fred, bowed dramatically, and kissed you on the hand,

“At your service,” he said smirking up at your blushing cheeks before he was pushed out of the way by someone who looked almost identical to him except that he was missing an ear,

“Since Harry is doing a terrible job at it I’ll take the liberty to introduce myself, George Weasley at your service, I ear you are the only respectable Dursley.” He joked, getting a smack on the head from a shorter plump woman who hurried up to you

“Molly Weasley, dear it is so wonderful to finally meet you, we have heard so much about you from Harry, I’m so glad he had someone to trust while he lived with your family. You must be hungry, come let us go to the table and you can meet everyone else there.” she rambled drawing you out of the crowd and towards the dinner table. You smiled and handed the desserts to her as you walked to the table, smiling softly at the way she tsked muttering something about not needing to bring anything and that they were just happy to have you here. You were soon introduced to everyone else as you sat at the table, Fred rushed over to take the spot next to you much to the chagrin of the other Weasleys. You smiled at their playfulness, it was so different than anything you and Harry had experienced as children, you could see why he loved it here so much. As the meal progressed you found yourself speaking more and more to the twin sitting next to you, you shared how different your experiences as twins were and he talked to you about the joke shop while you talked about working in the bakery. Fed couldn’t help but be fascinated by you, you were nothing like what he expected any of the Dursleys to be. You were sweet and funny and absolutely stunning. He could see some of the flour behind your ear that you had missed while getting ready and the spark in your eyes when you talked about baking. His admiration for you was cemented when Mrs. Weasley brought out your desserts. He just started at the tart and cream puff in front of him, could you be any more perfect? He was brought out of his thoughts by your voice,

“Hey, Harry, want to tell them about the time we pranked Duddley into thinking he was a wizard?” Harry laughed loudly and began the story of how you worked together to find ways to make unexplainable things happen around Duddley to the point he ran crying to your parents because he thought that he was a weirdo like Harry. You had both gotten into the worst trouble of your lives that day. You thought Petunia might just kill the two of you but luckily it just involved being locked in your room with no supper for a week. It was so worth it. You didn’t notice how Fred looked at you the rest of the night but George and Harry did, and when they caught each other’s eyes they knew that they had to make a plan to get you together.

Sadly the night ended and you had to head back to your flat, you did have work in the morning. Harry, was helping Molly clean so he called for “Freddie” to take you home. You saw the quick glare that Fred gave Harry, and wondered what he could mean by it, were you that bad of company. But you decided not to say anything, you had just met and there were a hundred reasons why Fred would glare at Harry. Fred walked to you and took your hand smiling said

“If I’m the one taking you home then I am doing this my way. Think about your home very clearly in your mind.” you did as he asked leaning a little closer to him while you did, you heard a pop and felt your stomach flip over. “Perfect,” came a voice from above you, “We made it” You opened your eyes and were surprised to see that you were in your living room. You decided to make the most of having Fred here with you and asked if he would like to stay and have some hot chocolate. He agreed and you spent the next couple of hours sitting under a blanket on the couch drinking hot chocolate and laughing together. He finally had to leave around midnight since you had the morning shift the next day. Before leaving he gave your hand a quick kiss and muttered a soft thank you, you then heard a pop and he vanished. You smiled to yourself hoping that you would get to see more of the handsome redhead over the next few months.

Your hopes were answered when in the morning you heard the front bell ding and looking up from your kneading saw the redhead that you had fallen asleep dreaming about the night before. You wiped your hands off and walked to the front,

“And how sir, can I help you this morning?” you asked, putting on an over the top customer service voice.

“Well,” Fred spoke with a slight smirk, “What I would really like is for you to go to dinner with me” You could see the nervousness behind his eyes as he spoke trying to look as confident as possible. You decided to tease him a little bit

“Are you asking me on a date, Fred Weasley?” He looks at you with thoughtful eyes,

“Would you like it to be?” You tapped your chin as if you were thinking hard before replying with a smile,

“I wouldn’t mind going on a date with you. I still have a couple of hours left in my shift. Would you like to join me in the back until my shift is over, I can show you how to make those custard tarts.” Without answering he marched over to you, grabbed your hand, and pulled you towards the back as you laughed at his behavior. He watched mesmerized as you worked, certain that there had to be some sort of magic involved for you to create the things you did. You assured him that you were in no way magical you just loved to bake. He joked with you about the flour that flew out of the mixer when you first turned it on, and you decided to get him back by throwing some in his face. Finally, around lunch the owner came in to relieve you and let you head home, she was very interested in the “handsome young man” that was helping you at the counter. You pulled Fred up with you to your apartment, the whole time he was making jokes about “not being that easy”, that he’s surprised at how forward you were and, “at least buy me dinner first love.” All of which you laughed at and shook your head letting him know that he would have to work a lot harder if he wanted to have sex with you anytime soon. Fred may have internalized that and thought to himself ‘challenge accepted.’ You left him in the living room as you cleaned up and changed into something cuter. He couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted in his stomach when you walked back in the living room giving him a smirk and a twirl at his wide eyes.

After that first date he would come over to the bakery all the time, most of the time you would end up going up to your flat and having dinner before staying up and talking until it got late. He would then give you a kiss on the cheek and say goodbye before apparating back to his flat. It became a sort of pattern for the two of you until one day when he showed up at your flat on your day off. Marching into your house he stated that you would be going with him to see Diagon Alley, “Come on love, time for you to see my world.” he said with a flourish, bringing his arm up for you to grasp like a gentleman you giggled at how cheesy he was and grabbed onto his outstretched arm. Next thing you know there was a pop and you were in front of a dirty looking pub. You looked over at Fred and raised your eyebrow, he smirked at your confusion, “Trust me, love, not everything is as it seems.” he then led you though a large pub to a back courtyard and tapping the bricks with his wand the wall parted showing you the world behind it. You couldn’t help but let your jaw drop as you saw Diagon Alley for the first time. Smiling at your reaction Fred dragged you passed all of the shops until you stopped in front of the one with a giant animatronic man that looked suspiciously like the man standing next to you.

“So I’m guessing this is yours?”

“What gave it away?” he asked with a laugh

“Maybe the giant moving version of you at the front” was your reply. He dragged you into the door and you felt yourself gasp, there was so much to look at you knew that you could be here for days just looking at everything.

“Freddie it’s amazing” He proudly walked you through the shop showing you the greatest hits, you’d have time to look at everything else later, he insisted. You paused in front of the love potion,

“Does this really make you fall in love with someone?” you asked intrigued.

“More like deep infatuation, but it is supposed to smell like the things you love. Want to smell?” You took a whiff and were surprised that one of the things you smelled was similar to the man standing next to you. You of course didn’t make this fact known to him instead, deciding to keep this revelation to yourself. He finally pulled you upstairs to his flat to have tea and watch a movie. As the movie progressed you felt yourself get more and more sleepy. You felt Fred’s warmth next to you and the blanket that you were sharing smelled like him and all you could think about was how much you wanted to snuggle close to him and fall asleep. A few minutes later you finally gave in to your inner thoughts and cuddled close to him He simply smiled and wrapped his arm around you to pull you closer. The last thing you felt before falling asleep was a light kiss on your head and Fred Whispering “Good night my love.” In the morning you woke up in bed… funny you don’t remember going to bed. You quickly realized that it wasn’t your bed and that you were cuddled up to someone. You turned your head and noticed Fred fast sleep behind you, you smiled and flipped around so that you were facing him. He cracked open an eye and muttered “Mornin, love” in a voice still deep from sleep. It was then that you realized just how far you had fallen for the man in front of you. You looked into his eyes and saw a look on his face that you knew was mirrored on your own. You leaned in, feeling him doing the same, you paused a handsbreadth away, glancing up at his eyes you whispered “kiss me, please.” Immediately his lips were on yours, soft at first but getting more and more hungry, you nipped at his bottom lip and the moan that he let out was the most amazing sound you had ever heard. You finally pulled away because, air, and you were both beaming like idiots. “Guess this means your mine now, eh love?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out smiling, “I guess it does.” You chuckled “I wonder what Harry is going to say to this.”

“Harry? I bet he and George had a bet going, all I’m wondering about is who won.”

#Harry Potter #dursley family #vernon dursley #petunia dursley #dudley dursley #fred weasley #fred x reader #fred weasley imagine

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uniquecreations · 4 years

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Workplace Lover Pt. 3

This story is the final part from Workplace Lover part 1 & part 2.

It had been a few months since I last hung out with Ron outside of work, things between Alton and I had basically died after our last conversation. We were cordial while we were at work and only spoke outside of work when it was work related. Ron was in the process of getting a new job and that was a bit bittersweet because other than us not hanging out as much now then I wouldn’t have anyone to help me get thru those tough days at work. He would always tell me that nothing would change between us, but I knew it would change because with his new job, I knew that he wouldn’t have as much of free time to hang out.

We were working at a local store on Ron’s last day and I wanted to hurry up and end early because I had set up a lil going away office party for him. Things were going great until Alton decided that he wanted to be petty and fuck up everything he was counting. It was becoming very annoying because I knew he was doing this shit on purpose. After another 20 mins of recounting I finally told him to leave because he was no use to me at that moment. I should have known that would cause a problem between us later, but I would deal with that when it came. Eventually, we got thru the rest of the counts and made our way back to the office for the party. Of course, my workday wasn’t over just yet because I had to close out the store we counted, that caused a problem with Ron. He cussed me out more times than a little bit until I gave in and decided to finish the work when I got home that night.

The party was not all that great at first, everyone was being a bit uptight because we were still on company property. All that went out the window when Doris came in with a few gallons of Daiquiri's, things began to loosen up and then it became a real party. Music was blasting, food was served, and everyone dancing and having a good time while we had the opportunity. While I was talking with some of our coworkers, I felt a tap on my shoulder and when I turned around it was Alton standing there looking at me like he wanted to fight.

“I need to talk to you about something.” He said to me just above a whisper.

“Ok but if you about to start some shit then you can save your breath because I’m not about to deal with this bullshit right now.” I said looking him directly in his eyes. We walked down the shopping center where our office was in, once we were away from the crowd, we stopped, and the silence was starting to annoy me. “So, what you wanna talk about Alton?”

“About this thing between us and how I felt played you sent me home today for no reason at all.”

“Are you serious right now dude, you know exactly why I sent you home, it was because you were purposely fucking shit up because you knew what we were doing today for Ron. Now as far as this thing between us goes……… it should have been clear to you by now but in case it isn’t then let me be clear. The most we can ever be is coworkers, nothing more, nothing less, you have a lot of issues that I’m not willing to deal with from a nigga I’m dating or in a relationship with. Your jealousy is a tad bit scary and I have been down that road before and I can’t afford to do it again.”

“So, you are saying that because I was a little overprotective of you, it was mistaken for jealousy?”

“It’s a major difference between protecting and jealousy, what you were showing me, and your actions was not protecting me at all, it was all jealousy. That’s just the beginning tho because you also have very controlling ways as well and in case you haven’t figured it out, I’m not a puppy or some other form of animal that you say sit or stay and I obey your command Alton.”

“Man, you are tripping for real now with all these lies and shit you spitting out yo mouth, you know good and damn well I’m none of those things.” He said squinting his eyes at me.

“If you say so but you and I can be nothing past coworkers, I would say we can be friends, but we saw where that lead us and now are we done here because I have a party to get to?”

“I guess dude, but I still feel you dead wrong for telling lies about me.”

“Alton, nothing I said was a lie you know it and I do as well.” I said trying to walk away but he stopped me by grabbing my arm. “Alton…... don’t put your hands on me.” I said jerking my arm away from him.

“My bad Jaye but you always walking off from me when I’m trying to get to the bottom of things between us.”

“The thing about that is this……. Yes, what we had was fun but it’s over now because you can’t get a grip on your jealousy and wannabe controlling ways. All that came after I told you about some of the things I went thru. That was the thing that made me conclude that we are not meant to be together and that’s the part you not seeing.”

“How about we start over and go back to the beginning?” He asked touching my arm.

“How about not……... I’m not trying to go there with anyone right now, I have to much going on so thanks but no thanks.” I said and turned around, walked off, and resumed the party that was going on.

About 4 months had passed since the going away party and since I last heard from Alton, I still talked to Ron almost every other day and made plans that we almost never kept. The weekend before my birthday I wanted to go out and do something I didn’t do since I was a little boy and that was fish. I asked Ron to come but he told me he had to work so I just invited a few of my cousins instead. I made it to the spot where we were supposed to be meeting up at, I was a bit surprised that I was the only one that made it early because I was usually the one that was late. I sat in the car for about 10 mins before I saw another car pulling up, when it got near me, I saw that it was my cousin.

“About damn time you showed up; I was starting to think nobody was going to come.” I said to her once we got out our cars.

“Shut up I had a long night……. Don’t ask.”

“I guess but let’s get started so I can collect on that bet.” I said laughing.

“I don’t know why you would want to bet me knowing I’m going to crush yo ass on catching these fish.”

“I hear ya but make sure you have my funds bitch.” I said laughing as we got our stuff set up for the day.

Half the morning went by and we were what and what with the amount of fish we caught. I was reeling in the last fish I caught when I heard another car coming from behind us. I didn’t bother looking back because I knew it was probably the other cousin that was supposed to be here hours ago. I went to put my fish in the cooler and looked back to see the car that pulled in wasn’t my cousin, it was Ron. He walked up to where we were and looked at us like we were crazy.

“I thought you had to work with yo lying ass.” I said throwing a piece of ice at him out the cooler.

“I know you aint just throw that nasty ass ice on me……… and I did have to work but I left early so I could come out to this raggedy ass place.” He said sitting in my chair.

“Well shouldn’t I feel lucky that you actually made time for your friend.” I said rolling my eyes.

“You should bastard, I didn’t have to waste my gas and since we are talking about that, wasn’t it you the one cancelled on me the last few times?”

“You fucking liar.” I said and he burst out laughing.

“I swear if I didn’t know any better……. I would swear yall were an old married couple as much as yall be into it.” My cousin said reeling in another fish.

“Because he is an asshole.” I said throwing my reel back out into the water, once my reel was secure in the water, I attempted to sit down but instead I hit the ground hard. “You are such a bitch bruh.” I said looking at them both laughing.

“That’s what yo ass get for talking shit.” We stayed out for a few more hours before my cousin conceded defeat, paid me the bet and left to go home. I was packing up my things with Ron when he pulled me into a headlock. “What else you want to do today punk?” He asked while I was still in the headlock.

“I might be going to jail if yo dumbass don’t let me go.” I said pinching him in the side. “But I don’t have anything planned but going give these fish to one of my uncles and then go home.”

“Boring ass, let’s go out and get fucked up bruh.” He said.

“Ok but I’m not driving and also you know you have to get permission from your boo first.” I said laughing.

“You do know I’m a grown ass man, right? Plus, we not on good terms right now anyway.” He said shaking his head.

“Being sprung have nothing to do with being grown it just mean you forgot how to be a man, and when are yall on good terms?” I said while getting in my car.

“Nah that’s your territory messing with them lame ass niggas but I’ma be over at 8 so be ready.” He said mushing my head.

“Put yo hands on me again and I’ma tase yo ass bitch.”

We both left from where we were, I went to go get rid of the fish we caught but got held up talking to my uncle as per usual. When I looked at the time it was approaching 5 o’clock and I still haven’t made it home yet. I finally reached my house after about 5:30, I still needed to take a shower and pick out some clothes for tonight. After taking a shower, I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked to my closet to find something to wear. I picked out my clothes and went laid across the bed, I didn’t plan on going to sleep but my body had a different agenda than I did. I was woken up by someone banging on my door like they had lost they damn mind. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who it was because it was only one person, I know who would do stupid shit like that.

“I swear you act like you aint got the sense God gave a mule.” I said swinging the door open and looking at Ron.

“And I’m sick of yo ass always late for every damn thing and why the hell you don’t have on clothes Jaye?” He said looking at me and shaking his head.

“Because I dozed off after I showered, but it won’t take long for me to get dressed.” I said walking back to my room.

“You say that shit all the time and it still take you over an hour……. Hurry up.” He said throwing a pillow off the couch at me.

“Shut the fuck up, and I told you about coming over here fucking up my house.” I went into the room and begin looking at the outfit I chose to wear. I decided to change it up a little but nothing to major, I grabbed my phone and started playing music to get me in the mood for the night. I put on my playlist and began getting dressed, no sooner than I slid on my underwear, I heard Ron in the living room talking loud ass hell. I paid him no mind because his girlfriend always found a way to make him feel guilty about having fun or doing things without her. I looked down and realized that I was ashy as hell, I grabbed my lotion and began putting it on.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you got a girl booty?” Ron said from behind me.

“If you don’t get the fuck outta my room talking bout nonsense.” I said trying to cover myself up.

“You need to hurry up because I most definitely need a drink now.”

“Go look in the cabinet…… I think I have something in there you can drink……... I know how you get stressed when she grabs you by the balls.” I said laughing.

“You always running yo gums about shit you don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said irritated, I looked back at him and could see the frustration on his face.

“Aww I’m sorry sweetheart you want a hug.” I said holding my arms open, he laughed and shook his head.

“You not about to touch me while you half naked, now get dressed and let’s go.” He said about to walk out my room.

“Don’t hate cause I look better than yo bitch, now get out.” I said pushing him out my room, the next thing I knew, I felt a sharp sting on my right ass cheek where this nigga had slapped it. “You are a fucking bitch, I swear I’ma shoot you in the mouth.” I said rubbing my aching ass.

“I got something for a mouth but it aint no bullet.” He said before walking out my room.

After me getting dressed and taking the shots he fixed us, we got in the car and headed out. We were laughing and talking the entire ride to the bar, I was beginning to feel those drinks he made us that we drank before we left out. His phone kept going off interrupting almost every song that was playing thru his stereo, after about the tenth time, I was starting to get frustrated.

“Either you check it or put the fucker on airplane mode because this shit is annoying the hell out of me.” I said looking at him.

“That aint nobody but Jakayla, I told you we into right now, but I may have downplayed it a little.” He said.

“You wanna talk about it or not?”

“I will tell you later right now I wanna have fun and ignore that dumb shit.” He said as we pulled into the bar parking lot.

“I swear you do that shit all the time, like we haven’t been friends for a damn good while now.”

“Boy if you don’t chill yo overly sensitive ass out with all that……… I’ma talk to you about it but I’ma tell you when I’m ready.” He said laughing. I looked at him, popped him upside the head and got out the car before he could hit me back. Once we made it in the club, the first thing I wanted to do was go to the bar. Ron came to the side of me and nodded towards a group of people. Upon further inspection, it was most of my team from work.

I couldn’t tell you how many drinks I had or where they were coming from but, I was having the most fun I had in years. I looked across the dance floor and saw Ron dancing with some girl, I looked in another direction and saw his girlfriend walking thru the door. I knew this was about to turn out bad, so I broke away from the group and tried to get to Ron before she saw him. When I reached him, I leaned in and whispered in his ear that his girl just walked in.

“I know.” He said winking at me and going back to dancing with the chick. I smirked and went back across the club to the group. I didn’t know what he was planning nor did I care at that point. I went back to dancing with my friends when someone came up behind me and tapped me on the ass. I looked back and it was Jakayla- Ron’s girlfriend.

“Hey baby…… Happy Birthday!!!!!!!” She said hugging me.

“Hey, thank you, I didn’t know you were coming.” I said smiling at her.

“It’s your freaking birthday dude, I wouldn’t have missed this no matter what.” She said looking around the club. Then she started laughing, I followed her eyes as they landed on Ron dancing with that girl. “If he wanted to make me show my ass then he should’ve picked someone who wasn’t his cousin…… dumbass.”

“Girl he a mess and a half but come on I will buy you a drink.” I said walking with her to the bar. We sat down, ordered our drinks, and was laughing and cracking jokes when Ron came up and plucked my ear.

“I told you I was going to get you back……. What up Kay?” He said smirking at her, she looked at him and shook her head.

“I swear you are the dumbest nigga I know, you trying to make me act up by you dancing with some thot……. Maybe you should have pick someone other than your cousin I hang with every other day.”

“Jakayla nobody was trying to make you do nothing and if I wanted to, I could pull any chick in here I wanted so shut that shit up. Overly dramatic ass.” He said laughing and walking off towards the bathroom.

“I swear yall are a mess.” I said laughing and drinking out my glass, she was about to respond when her phone lit up. She looked at it and scoffed.

“I swear I can’t catch a fucking break man; this girl didn’t show up for her shift tonight so guess who have to go in.”

“I know all about that trust me……. when you have to go in?”

“In a few……... where is your lil boo at?” She said looking around the club.

“I don’t have a lil boo bitch you tried it.” I said laughing with her. Ron came back from the bathroom and joined us; Jakayla left after about another 20 minutes to go to work.

“You look drunk as fuck.” Ron said drinking my last drink.

“Didn’t you say we should get fucked up? And bitch you are buying me another drink with yo big head ass.” I said standing up.

“Fuck you, come on let’s hit up waffle house……. I’m hungry as hell and I know you aint got no food at yo house.” He said standing up as well.

“You buying? It is my birthday after all.” We left out and was driving on the highway when I looked over at him, he looked like he was in deep thought. I didn’t bother asking him what was wrong because I knew he wasn’t going to tell me anyway. Once we made it to waffle house, it was packed so we got our food to go because I was not about to sit in there around all those people.

After we finished eating, I was a bit more sober than I was before, now I was kinda sleepy. I looked over at Ron and this nigga was knocked out. I went into my room to get some clothes out for a shower when my phone buzzed. It was Alton wishing me a happy birthday, I replied, ‘thank you’ and went took a shower, I went into the second bedroom and pulled a pillow and cover of the bed. I went into the living room to see Ron still asleep on my couch. I tossed the cover and pillow to the side of him, I took off his shoes and helped put him in a comfortable position before going back into my room. I slowly started to fall asleep after spending nearly 20 minutes playing on my phone.

“Jaye?” I heard Ron yell from my room door scaring the piss out of me.

“Bitch I swear I’m going to fuck you up. You always doing something stupid.” I said throwing a pillow at him.

“Shut up…… I’m about to head to the house.”

“Ron it’s late and you’ve been drinking, just stay here and leave in the morning.” I said sitting up in the bed.

“I don’t have any clothes and I need a shower, I’m good now that I got a nap.”

“I have some clean shorts and tee shirts and I have underwear still in the pack now go take a shower and I will get them out for you. I don’t wanna hear yo damn mouth either.” I said getting out the bed to get the clothes. He didn’t say anything, he just rolled his eyes and went in the bathroom. A few minutes later I heard the shower turn on. I hated being woken up because it would be hard as hell for me to go back to sleep. I got the clothes out for Ron, then I went into the kitchen to fix another drink. After I made it back into my room, I sat down on the bed and turned on a movie I knew I wouldn’t finish.

“Where the clothes at pussy?” Ron said walking into my room a few minutes after he finished showering with nothing on but a towel. I have seen him shirtless many times but him being practically naked in my bedroom put me in a daze. “Nigga did you hear me?” He said knocking me out my daze.

“Oh, umm right there on the dresser.” I said pointing to where I put the clothes. He looked at me and smirked before walking over to get the clothes.

“You aint fix me a drink?” I looked over to him just as he dropped the towel from his waist.

“Umm, I can fix you one.” I said trying to pretend I wasn’t looking at him. I got up out the bed and was walking to the door when he did something that I wasn’t expecting. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me to him. I didn’t know what he was up to nor did I care, the only thing I could focus on was his dick starting to harden on my ass.

No words were spoken for the next 20 minutes as we made out. The way he was making me feel in this moment was something I could and probably would never forget. His dick was huge, and I could barely fit it in my mouth, but I managed to do so with scathing him with my teeth. His moans were music to my ears and forced me to give him my best. I was surprised when he bent me over the bed and buried his tongue deep in my ass. He was eating my ass so good that I didn’t want him to stop. He continued to eat me for about 15 minutes before stopping and making me slide up in the bed. I reached over in my nightstand drawer and grabbed the lube I had stashed there from my last jackoff session.

He took his time and he was patient while trying to get his dick in me. Once we found our rhythm, I could see why Jakayla was so crazy over this nigga. He had me moaning so loud and I’m sure I probably spoke gibberish a few times as well. As I laid on my back, this nigga was fucking me like he had a point to prove. The more I scratched his back, the harder he went, after about another 20 minutes of him fucking my brains a loose, he pulled out of me and shot his nut all over my chest and neck area while moaning and jolting forward with each shot of nut. Once he started to calm down, he leaned down and kissed me while I caught one of the best nuts I ever experienced.

We cleaned up and cuddle for the rest of the night while talking about what happened. He told me he doesn’t know what made him want to try that with me, but he enjoyed himself more than he thought he would. Although he and I had sex several times after that, we decided to cut that part of our friendship out. We are still best of friends and we still hang out as much as we can considering our schedules conflict a lot. I will never forget those times we shared but I’m also internally grateful for Ron being in my life.

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III. Midnight (W. Ushijima)

Taken from my AO3 series of one-shots & reposted here

Pairing: Ushijima x F!Reader

Word count: 2,051

Genre: fluff/slight crack bc seijoh

Summary: Aoba Johsai's volleyball team has never been able to defeat the Great Ushiwaka of Shiratorizawa. Their manager, however? She can bring him to his knees in mere seconds.

Or, Ushijima Wakatoshi is helplessly in love with Seijoh's Ace's twin sister, and the Aoba Johsai VBC is not appreciative of it.

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"Go fish." Oikawa says with a straight face.

Matsukawa huffs and picks up a white card from the middle of the table, "just when I had Uno."

"Suck it up." Hanamaki smirks, "Eevee uses quick draw. Draw a card, Iwaizumi."

"No, because you activated my trap card." Hajime flips over a card that was on the table.

"That doesn't count!" Oikawa yells.

"Yes it does." Matsukawa defends.

"No, it doesn't." Hanamaki cuts in, trying to avoid losing.

"What does the card czar say?" Oikawa turns to look at you.

You hold cards from Pokemon, Yu-Gi-Oh, Uno, Cards Against Humanity and a regular deck of playing cards. You're not sure what you're playing right now, but the upcoming third years seem to have played this before, seeing as they don't have a lick of confusion written on their faces. Next to the large deck in the middle of the table sits a cup of dice. "Er... Makki and Hajime roll a, um, D6 for initiative. Highest number goes first, so, um, their card will be the affective one."

The group around you nods. Makki rolls a 3, then Hajime follows up with a 6. Makki groans in defeat.

You nearly sigh in relief, you weren't sure if what you said was even close to what you were supposed to do.

The summer break of your second year in highschool, all the second years had decided to go together on a volleyball summer camp in Tokyo. Naturally, they convinced you to tag along as well. The camp was split between age groups, middle school and highschool were grouped together and being taught by adults, while elementary was being taught by adults as well as teenagers. The camp had no need of volleyball managers, so you had submitted an application to be part of the staff supervising and teaching the elementary kids.

Because of your decision to be part of staff, you were required to go to the camp at least a week early to get the basics of both teaching and safety for the camp. There, you found out that because the amount of people coming to this summer's volleyball camp was much more than they normally had, middle school and highschool would be separated this year and they needed extra hands for the middle school division. You had volunteered, meaning you would be supervising both middle school and elementary.

Later, you found out they were getting an extra influx of campers because they had decided to make the camp co-ed. You grumbled about it when you found out the camp was co-ed. You must not have seen the option when you signed up online, likely because Oikawa had been pestering you to bump a ball around with him while you applied. Stupid Oikawa.

It was only the third day of camp (and your tenth day of being there), but you were already so very tired and excited to leave. The camp itself would last three full weeks. Afterwards, you would be forced to stay behind an extra few hours to help clean the school that had allowed the camp to use their campus. Luckily, you managed to rope your fellow second years into staying behind with you to help clean up as well. Matsukawa owed you one for spraining your wrist the month before (even though it was an accident, you still successfully guilt tripped him), Matsukawa had asked Hanamaki to stay behind as well, Hajime had given you a shrug and simply stated "wherever you go, I go", and Oikawa had given into peer pressure.

You rarely got breaks during the day and practically only saw your classmates at night after the elementary and middle school's curfew. Highschool did not have an assigned curfew, which is why you were sat on the floor in front of a coffee table in the common room of some other school's dormitory with your classmates playing an abomination of a card game while three of your underclassmen (which surprisingly included Kyotani) sat on the couches around you.

It was already surprising to see Oikawa up late since he was so strict with himself when it came to his schedule (with the exception of studying other teams' past games before tournaments), but what was really shocking to you was seeing your boyfriend and his best friend come down the stairs at 12am.

It seems your classmates already knew he was here, judging by the lack of shock from everyone around you. The saltiness that immediately began to radiate from your friends and fill the atmosphere, however, was practically tangible.

"Wakatoshi! What are you doing here?" You jumped from your position on the floor to walk alongside him and Tendou, heading for the kitchen.

"Tendou wanted a snack." He shrugs.

"A little birdie told me that the kitchens stock midnight snacks after the middle and lower school's curfew!" Tendou practically bounced into the kitchen, opening up all of the cabinets and digging through the pantry to find a snack suitable to his taste.

Your boyfriend and you stood next to the kitchen island, waiting for him. "No, Toshi, I meant here. At camp. I didn't know you were coming."

"I tried to call you to tell you, but you never answered so I left a text."

"You did?" You tilted your head.

"He did!" Tendou chirped, his head poking around in the fridge, "he was even complaining about how you weren't answering. He got all worried cause his precious little girlfriend wasn't answering her phone~"

"When?" You asked.

He is quiet in thought for a moment. "Last week."

"Oh! I'm sorry, I must have forgotten to tell you I was coming here. The club kinda convinced me to come with them last minute, right before the application deadline." You explained.

"It's pretty cool you're here with us, though." Tendou began to empty out the freezer, looking for something. "Oh! You know what, Iwa-chan?"

You hum, "what?"

"I don't think you've met little Kenjiro yet, right?" Tendou asks, tossing a bag of frozen vegetables onto the countertop.

"Kenjiro...?" You think for a moment.

Ushijima slips an arm around your waist. "His last name is Shirabu."

"Hmm... Nope. Never met him." You confirm.

"He's our brand new up and coming setter. He'll be a second year when the school year starts, but he's already pretty good, right Wakatoshi?"

The man next to you nods, "he's very competent. He's here at the camp, too."

Tendou grumbles, "there's no ice cream sandwiches." He turns to you, "Iwa-chan! How come the guys upstairs had ice cream sandwiches? I can't find them anywhere!"

You let out a light laugh, "that's what you were looking for, Satori?" You remove yourself from your boyfriend's side and begin to head towards a freezer with a lock on it.

Tendou nods eagerly, "yep. Why's that got a lock on it?"

You fish out your lanyard from your pajama's pocket and attempt to find the right key out of all the keys you were given. "Because there are certain snacks only meant for the staff. The camp wants you guys eating as healthy as possible while you're here, even when it comes to snacks. It's why there's pretty much only protein bars in the pantry and fruits in the fridge."

"You have a key?" Ushijima asks from behind you.

You finally find the right key and pop open the fridge, "chocolate?" You ask. When you hear Tendou confirm it, you toss an ice cream sandwich his way. "Want a popsicle, Toshi?" You close and lock the freezer when he shakes his head no. "Yeah, I've got a key. I'm part of the staff. I gave my Seijoh boys some ice cream and popsicles earlier too. Oh, but make sure no one knows I gave you guys these."

"Oh, you're part of staff, huh." Tendou nods in understanding.

"That must be why I haven't seen you around the campus." Ushijima adds.

"Yup. I'm part of the middle school and elementary staff, so I don't see highschool a lot except for after curfew. And since I'm so busy with them, I pretty much never check my phone. Sorry about that, honey." You take your spot next to Ushijima's side once again and get onto your tippy toes press a kiss to his cheek.

Tendou almost visibly cringes, "I'm gonna go upstairs before I get any more uncomfortable. See you in our room, Wakatoshi-kun!" And with that, he leaves the kitchen happily munching on his ice cream, leaving you and your boyfriend alone.

Almost immediately, Ushijima's arms snake around your waist and he rests his forehead against yours. "You worried me."

"I'm sorry." You press another kiss onto his cheek and wrap your arms loosely around his neck.

He hums, "what are you doing after camp ends? My family wants to see you again."

"Sorry, my love. After camp I'm going to Sapporo with Oikawa."

He freezes, "just Oikawa?"

"Sorry, I shouldn't have phrased it like that." You bite back the urge to laugh at his reaction, "I'm going to Sapporo with my family and Oikawa's family. We go every Summer, it's tradition. My uncle and my aunt live up in Sapporo, so we usually stay until the last week of vacation. Nowadays, though, the adults and Takeru usually leave early for work, so me, Hajime, and Oikawa get left alone, anyway."

"I see. That sounds fun."

"Yeah. It is. I look forward to it every year. I'm sorry I won't get to visit your family, though."

"They will understand. It's nothing to worry about."

"Can I postpone the visit until the last week of summer? We can all go to the festival together." You hop onto sit on the island's countertop and pull Ushijima to stand between your legs.

He tucks his head into the crook of your neck, his hair lightly scratching you. "Yes, that sounds like fun. My cousins missed you."

"Pfft. Which ones? You have so, so, so many." And he did. His extended family may as well have extended to the entire country of Japan. When you had gone to visit his family during the holidays, there were so many people at his house it was hard to move around. And even then, he had told you that that was only a few of his relatives.

"Hayato missed you very much." He huffed.

Despite trying not to laugh out loud, your body betrayed you when you began to shake from your attempts at stopping yourself. Hayato, who was four when you last saw him, had claimed that he would steal you away from Ushijima and be the one to marry you. Immediately following that, another one of Ushijima's younger cousins had said she had already claimed you to be her playmate for life, so you would be unable to marry either little Hayato or Ushijima. "Your family is certainly a fun one."

"I'm glad you get along with them, but I won't be able to have you to myself at any point during the Summer."

"My first day back. I'll be all yours. I promise."

"You promise?"

"All yours, my darling love." You lean your head against his.

This feeling, being wrapped in the arms of the love of your life in the middle of the night, was pure bliss. The only accompanying noises were the muffled shouts of your best friends from the other room, and the thrumming of the kitchen appliances around you. And still, despite the incredibly unromantic environment, you couldn't help but feel yourself fall for the man in your arms even more. Yes, perhaps you were too young to be in love. Sure, highschool relationships won't always last. But this feeling was one you wanted to savor, and you were not planning on letting him go any time soon.

This is not a fairytale life. Ushijima certainly had the grace and looks of a Prince Charming, but, unlike in the storybooks, whether or not the clock strikes twelve would not matter. You would not run away and you would not be leaving a shoe at the steps. Instead, you would continue to rest in the arms of the man you love. And sure, there would be no huge, elaborate castle or jewels tossed your way, but this was more than enough.

Fin.

#Ushijima x Reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #shiratorizawa x reader #aoba johsai x reader

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leam1983 · 3 years

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On Grief

This is a long one. You're under no obligation to push further if you don't want to. It's a personal post, so I'll more than understand if this isn't to your tastes. The normally-scheduled pedantry, commentary and memes will resume shortly.

One of my relatives was diagnosed with ALS. What started as an odd case of palsy in her left set of vocal cords that could've been far more benign was just confirmed by her referred physician. It's Lou Gherig's, and with her age and current condition, her prognosis is of three to five years, tops. Sure, Stephen Hawking blew his own prognosis out of the water, but a combination of notoriety and luck enabled him to eke out as much existence as medical tech could've possibly allowed.

We knew things were suspect when my aunt, a marathoner with a monthly sub to Runner's World, stopped running. Her food intake dropped like a stone, and she soon took to increasingly simple painting and drawing styles. At first we thought it was just her wanting to explore simpler rendering techniques, but then...

Then we noticed the twitching. How awkwardly her pens and brushes were set in her hands. She was in great shape and didn't mind living in the ass-end of Sutton, basically in the open country and with a path leading up to her front door that was all in rough cobblestones. She broke a hip against them, last year.

Her speech started to slur, lately. Her last bike trip also landed her in the ER. She doesn't bike anymore. She doesn't run, and being a gourmand by nature, feels obligated to restrain herself, for fear of gaining weight. She's aggressively vegan. Not towards others, but towards herself. No meat, no eggs, nothing. Most of us ovo-lactos and omnivores in the family know her constant snacking meant her seventy-plus body is desperate for energy.

From the look of things, it feels like the diagnosis broke through her bullshit reasoning for being vegan. She wasn't vegan for the sake of limiting her carbon footprint or making more responsible choices at the grocery store, but because she, as a lifelong anorexic, thought she was ugly and needed to lose weight. That's been a constant with her. Age catches up and skin sags? She mistakes it for a love handle, cuts out virtually all sources of protein and carbs safe for tofu, seitan and bean-based preps. Of course, like a lot of anorexics, she'd have bulemic episodes. I used to sleep over at her last bachelor pad, as a teen, and I remember her pantry was loaded up for bear with Danish cookie tins, Nutella jars and whipped cream. I remember she invited me over specifically when she intended to cheat. Then it was back to yoga, pot-smoking, meditation and shopping runs - and she probably kept her purging for when I was gone.

So yeah. I'm betting Belgian Asshole (see one of my previous posts) convinced her to break her vows and went looking for a "slice of authentic Tikka Masala", to quote his email. The entire family is made up of ethnic food diehards, so we spam-flooded his inbox with recommendations. Looks like she'll be eating meat again, soon. Her own email mentioned concerns of strength and stamina, so I get it.

Otherwise? We're gobsmacked. Imagine spending an entire weekday both at work and off work, aggressively goofing off because you're trying as hard as you can not to think of your favourite aunt's mention of assisted suicide as an option.

Three to five years. Maybe one, or two good Christmases. After that, her condition should probably have started to deteriorate quickly.

I'm not close with a ton of my own family. I love them all, but it's more a sense of polite respect than anything involving solid bonds. The only two folks I know I'll be devastated for when they'll die are her, and my youngest cousin on the other side of the family.

I'm mostly okay now. No doubts, no crisis of unbelief, no anger, no rage... But then I'll see her in a more diminished state, one of those days. How am I going to take to it?

Part of me keeps a tally of the deaths in the family. First, it was my uncle on my mother's side. Ruptured abdominal artery, with a leak small enough to pool into the gut's cavity for months. Decay settled in, guy got anesthetized for an intervention...

They didn't even bother sewing him back up.

Second one was my other paternal aunt's new husband. First one was great, but left the country in the seventies to go live in Stockholm with his medical assistant. Second one was a geologist and physicist at the same campus she taught as. French guy, the son of innkeepers four generations down. It showed, too. Our Christmas tables haven't been the same since he left us his recipie books, all his corny jokes on provincial eating habits, and his obstinate focus on turning every 25th of December into a Roman orgy probably befitting of the old Saturnalia traditions. I mean, when's the last time you've had an eight-course meal, outside of Thanksgiving?

Tumors in his mesenteric artery lined the blood vessel's inner walls, deposited virtually everywhere in his body. He was diagnosed in June and dead by August. He'd always been the lanky type, bone-thin even if he hoovered food like he'd never have enough. He looked even thinner in his hospital bed.

Then, my maternal grandpa bit it. Decades of casual alcoholism, cirrhosis more or less jumping on him around his seventy-sixth year. He looked a bit like John Keston, the actor who played Gehn in CyanWorlds' Riven. Same hairline, same hawkish nose, same eyes - just more Cajun and less New England-esque. I don't know if it was youth or stupidity or - anything, really, but I dropped by to see him, just two days before he died. I didn't realize he was tallying my life, asking me if I had everything in order, if things were planned.

Now, I understand.

Next one on the chopping block is Aunt Doris, still on Mom's side. She of the serial mooching, she of the concept of not needing much to get by if you were the cute one of the family. She was pretty enough in her prime, sure - if by pretty you meant "cigarette-butt blonde with a discount Farah Fawcett blow-up and an unfinished High School degree". First husband was an abusive ass who gave her an uncommonly sensitive son, second one figured she'd stick to the minimum-wage circuit while he tore out rotator cuffs or busted his C7 while on his outboard like clockwork. By the end, she roped my grandmother into living with her, spent her days sloppy-drunk and died on her ratty couch while falling asleep and choking on her own vomit.

Before them all, the youngest of my uncles died at age two. Cancer. Never knew which one, was told it didn't matter. You didn't survive much of anything cancerous, back in the late fifties.

Ping-pong this back to three years ago, and my oldest paternal uncle dies. Paul, who smoked like a chimney for most of his life and successfully stopped after discovering Champix. He got to live five great years as the high-IQ oddball he'd always been, smoke-free. Paul was the weird bird in the family, the type to remember a really engrossing story at two in the morning and making a note to call you up first thing in the morning to share it. He always had a project of some sort to work on, like a simulated investors' tank for young entrepreneurs looking to learn the ropes, or a Byzantine arrangement of coaxials allowing four of his lakeside neighbours to pirate his cable sub. He'd invite us over for dinner, gather all the ingredients we'd need for whatever it was he wanted to treat us to - and then he'd let us cook it - just sitting by the sidelines, chatting away.

He was also a bit of a narcoleptic, and looked a bit like William Howard Taft if you'd worked him out of these old sack suits and into modern shirts and suspenders. He fell asleep practically everywhere, with his more wakeful environments being his workshop and his property's dock. He took me out fishing, once, and knew what the entire family expected.

"Oars're here, Gremlin, fish're that way. Wake me up when you've got a bite."

At this point, it wasn't even a point of concern; it was just an Uncle Paul Thing, the exact thing you'd have expected out of this kind, eccentric blob of a man whose idea of fishing involved pushing his hat over his eyes and basically all but ensuring that his roaring snores would scare prey away. He'd been a supposedly high-IQ type, terminally bored with almost everything, only really getting agitated and interested back when I asked him for help for my Junior High Computer class's Javascript calculator. Once the syntax hit something familiar and he realized that JS has some similarities with FORTRAN, he was on a roll, acting like someone had snuck a Red Bull in his coffee.

Well, fibrosis caught up with him. His last hours were spent directing us on how to cook what would've been his last meal. I think he really just wanted to know we were alright, that we still could exchange laughs around the kitchen counter. He clocked out the way he always did, except he had an oxygen tube running under his nose. His head bobbed down, he snored loudly for a few minutes, then turned increasingly quiet...

And that was it.

And now there's Isabelle. The marathoner, my partner-in-crime when it comes to professing to have a healthy diet while occasionally cheating in glorious, weekend-defining means, my gateway to cannabis and also the first person who took my cringy self-insert fanfic fodder and went No, that's worth it! Push it, develop that universe of yours!

I wouldn't be almost two-thirds of the way through my first decent manuscript, if not for her, and I wouldn't be shopping for publishers with the same energy you'd reserve for weekend-grade Facebook putzing-about. I owe her part of my self-acceptance, and part of my discovery of what defines my routine to this day. Isabelle was my first meditation coach.

And in three to five years, she might be gone.

I just thought grief might be... noisier, is all. Louder. Right now, it's just germane to confusion, and it's sitting there. There's a pinch of fear in it, too. My parents are in their mid-sixties. How long do I have left with them?!

And the family and I just covered that up with jokes and, well, cooking. I've been told I'd make a half-decent therapist but - navigating your own emotions is hard work...

I don't know. I guess I needed to put this down somewhere.

#personal life #tw: cancer mention #tw: alcoholism mention #tw: death mentions #grief #coping

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foodday2021 · 3 years

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Philippine Cuisine: featuring Province of Antique by Carla Mae Dela Cruz

“Antique: Where the mountains meet the sea.”

Our parents and family have their native hometown provinces where they were born and raised. Different cultures, behaviors, and practices and some have a different aspect that is until today they keep on practicing. Last week I called my cousins from Antique to check on them and ask if everything's going fine and well. How's everybody, what the life there in Antique, so on and so forth. I also spoke to their father and had a little discussion about our life and it went very interesting as our conversation went to an interview over the phone. He told me such interesting things about Antique and it fascinates me to hear wonderful things that my adrenaline rush was overflowing all over my body and excites me that my feet want to move on their own and travel right away. I wish I could fly and get there immediately, and hoping at this pandemic’s ends, I could visit Antique soon and see the beauty of its nature with my own eyes, feel the sand under my feet, and taste the breeze of the cool wind coming from the sea and mountain that will satisfy me.

I asked Uncle Peter how to get to Antique from my location. The fastest ways are through air transportation, but there are also through land and sea. If through the land, it takes more or less than 20 hours and it sometimes depends on the number of stopovers and the climate in the entire trip. From Muntinlupa, ride a bus going to Port of Batangas, then from Batangas, ride a ferry going to Sabang Ferry Terminal. Another bus again from Sabang going to Bulalacao Roro Port, another ferry from Bulalacao Roro Port going to Caticlan Jetty Port, and ride to the last bus from Caticlan going to the San Jose De Buenavista, the 1st class municipality and capital of the province of Antique. As he discussed the directions, I felt like I'm on a trip already and my imagination was playing like I've seen and felt everything. He also added that the estimated fare for the whole trip including the ferry boat was about P2,500-P3,000 per head. At first, I was very confused, with many stopover points, 2 ferry boats, and 3 bus rides, but I guess the long trip was worth it.

The Language there Is Kinaray-a and Hiligaynon. Most of the Antiqueños can also speak and understand Tagalog and English. I was confused at first because it sounds like Ilocano, the way they speak and talk were the same but Uncle said it was different because the diction and the tone of Karay-a and Ilocano were different. I had some Karay-a words that I learned from my cousins, like gwapa, which means beautiful, Mayad-adlaw (good day), Halong (take care), and Palangga ta kaw (I love you). Uncle also added that if I want to travel to Antique, the best time to visit is from January until June, August and September, and November and December. He said that this month has the exact temperature and average climate that it will enjoy. Not too hot nor too cold. He also recommended that in September, November, and December, it is perfect to try the Kawa Hot Bath (Kawa means a large wok) located at the Calauag Mountain Resort in Brgy. Uno Tibiao Antique said that they have been there and the place was so relaxing, calm, and peaceful, the aroma coming from the steaming water from the wok telling your body to dive on in. The experience was very memorable - he added. It looks like you've been cooked in a large wok. It is just the same with the hot springs but the difference was you will be in a large wok and you can choose your bath in different flavors like coffee, salt, milk, beer, and wine. This kawa Hot Bath can also relieve stress and improve blood circulation.

My Uncle also said that the best part of Antique was the food. Your trip will be incomplete without tasting their best delicacies from the local eateries - he added. I remember when he was here in Muntinlupa, he cooked this dish called "Porbida". It tastes similar to Adobo but it was cooked differently. The cooking preparation is similar to our regular adobo; however, vinegar is not utilized in the souring or preservation of the dish. The chicken cutlets are boiled in gata (coconut milk) until tender. It is soured by alupidan (garlic vine) leaves; annatto powder is added to attain a yellowish color of the dish and chili peppers to make it spicy. It looks like kare-kare and tastes like adobo and Bicol express and is partnered with sinangag (fried rice). Another dish was from his great-grandmother, the "Kinilaw". Although we already knew the preparation and ingredients of the regular Kinilaw, yet it was the best version I've ever tasted. I remember that day we had a small celebration. We had beers and hard drinks and some food, and he cooked this as sumsuman (pulutan). Instead of being drunk, I got full because I kept on eating and eating the kinilaw. I asked my uncle's permission if I can have the ingredients and without uncertainties, he gave it to me! I'm so glad that I will try it with my version. The ingredients for my version of their "Kinilaw" are unripped mangoes, ginger lily (kamias), onion, garlic, red and green chilies, ginger, vinegar, and Tamban fish. The ingredients were the same but in the original recipe, the vinegar used in this dish was special and that's their secret ingredient for it, also, they put special coconut milk that my uncle has the only recipe that his grandmother's recipe passed to him. They add this special coconut milk to it for extra flavor. The procedure is very easy, first, the fish was soaked overnight in vinegar, mangoes, and kamias, (I use a blender for the mangoes and kamias) then drained the juice the other day, and create another juice, and put in all the remaining ingredients. Another famous dish is "Linapwahan" (steamed). Just the same with our province in Samar, it was some steamed vegetables and seafood, or meat dipped in Ginamos with calamansi and chili or partnered with "Sise" (ginamos na halaan) and "Dayok"; (ginamos na laman loob ng isda) with some Saba Banana. In Antique, The most common vegetables best for linapwahan are malunggay, kapayas (young papaya), saluyot, okra, alugbati, kalabasa (squash), latoy (string beans), amargoso (bitter gourd), talong (eggplant), and kulitis (spinach). When these vegetables are combined and simply brought to a boil in water with tomatoes and onions.

After our long conversation, or should I say, over the phone call interview, I've learned a lot of things and it inspires me more than the Philippines have more islands and provinces I should visit in the future. I can't help myself self but starve and get hungry especially when he discussed the best dishes in their hometown. You should also come with me and let's explore more and know about the hidden beauty of Antique.

Kinilaw na Tamban Source: Reddit.com

Kawa Hot Bath Source: Windowseat.ph

#PhilippineDelicacy #let's eat #foodday

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atlafan · 4 years

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Take it Slow - Part Thirty

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Soft fluff, and some smut towards the end.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

After having an exciting, yet lazy afternoon, you and Harry get dressed for the Hanukkah party. You rummage through your closet for your funky Hanukkah sweater, and throw on a pair of jeans. You see Harry slip on his black jeans that have a few holes in them.

“You won’t want to wear those.”

“Thought you liked these pants?” His face falls.

“I do. But you will be made fun of, and you won’t hear the end of it. Notice, my pants do not have rips in them, a rare sight.” He rolls his eyes and takes his pants off.

“What do you suggest I wear then?”

“What about those dark blue jeans you have?” He nods and puts them on. “Much better.”

“That sweater is cute.”

“Thanks! Last year Erica wore a funny sweater, so I bought one immediately.”

“Will all your siblings be there?”

“Most likely.”

“And this is your mum’s side right?”

“Right, so dad won’t be there. I’m calling him tomorrow about England.” Harry kisses you on the top of his head. He throws on a long sleeve black shirt. “You look perfect.”

You go out to the kitchen and take a kugel that you had defrosted the night before out of the fridge.

“They really like when you make this, huh?”

“It’s tradition babe. Mmm, I cannot wait to eat the potato pancakes my uncle makes, they’re so good. Oh! And he gets these really nice bagels and whitefish salad. My mouth is watering already.”

“Whitefish salad?”

“It’s sort of like a seafood salad, but with smoked fish. It’s, um, and acquired taste. Same with lox. Don’t feel like you need to eat anything that looks gross to you. There’ll be other food.”

“M’not too worried, love. I’m excited to meet more of your family. Who else will be there?”

“Well, my great aunt and uncle, they’re hosting. Then they have three kids, one lives in Missouri though so his family won’t be there. One cousin has a teenage daughter, and the other has two little boys.”

“So, another baby will be there?” His face lights up.

“Yeah, he’s like two, and the other one is seven.”

“Fantastic.”

“And then my mom’s brother who you’ve met. Some of my great uncle’s friends will be there too.”

“This’ll be fun.”

“Ready to go?”

“Yup.”

You drive the both of you to your uncle’s house. Once you’re only about twenty minutes out, you tell Harry what to expect.

“Okay, so I’m going to warn you about something now that we’re close, and you can’t escape.”

“Jesus, what is it?” He chuckles.

“My uncle is going to kiss you when you when he greets you.” Harry looks at you.

“Your mum kisses me.” He shrugs.

“On the lips.”

“What?”

“Look, it’s something he’s always done. My grandmother does the same thing, I don’t know if you noticed how I said hello to her. It’s something their family did. Their grandparents came from the old country, and I just think whatever the reason they do that stuck around.”

“I could understand family doing it, but with a complete stranger?”

“He kissed Niall last year.” You giggle, and Harry bursts out laughing.

“Okay, so what do I do?”

“Well, he’ll hug you, and as he goes in for the hug, he’s going to kiss you quickly on the mouth. I’ll greet him first so you can observe.”

“Does anyone else do it?”

“No! That’s the funniest part, everyone else just cheek kisses. You should’ve seen the first time my sister-in-law got caught in it. We made eye contact and I had to walk away because I was laughing too hard.”

“Will there be alcohol?”

“Yes.”

“Then I can get through this.”

You get to your uncle’s house. Harry carries the kugel in. You walk into the house and see Erica already there, and your cousins and their kids. Your mom and Bridget are in the kitchen. Your uncle comes right up to you.

“You made it!” You give him a hug and kiss. Harry watches carefully, and stifles a laugh. You take the kugel from Harry.

“Uncle Al, this is my boyfriend Harry.”

“Nice to meet you.” Harry says. Your uncle hugs him, and kisses him.

“Same to you. Make yourself at home. Sweetie, I’ll take that so I can heat it up.” He takes the kugel from you. You look at Harry.

“Well done.” You whisper to Harry.

“Not my first time kissin’ a man, won’t be my last.” He winks at you.

Your cousins come over to greet you, and you introduce Harry to them. You see your little cousin Ben waddling around, and you scoop him up. He giggles as you tickle him, and snuggle him to you.

“Ben! I haven’t seen you since the summer you goober, give me a kiss.” He kisses you on the cheek. “Do you want to meet my new friend?”

“Okay.”

“Ben, this is my friend Harry.”

“Hey lad.” The toddler gazes up at him, having never heard an accent before. Harry jostles the hair on his head. Your other little cousin Cooper comes over to say hi.

“Hey Coop!” You lean down to give him a kiss.

“Hi Y/N, wanna come see my new truck?”

“Sure! Did your daddy get it for you?”

“Yes!” He says excitedly. You turn to Harry and pass Ben to him. He follows you into the living room. “Wow, Cooper this is really cool.”

“Do you and Ben play with your trucks together?” Harry asks, sitting on the floor with the boys.

“Sometimes. He just sort of watches.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Babe, I’m gonna go find my mom to say hi.”

“Sounds good.”

You find your mom in the kitchen with your sisters. You hug all of them, and make yourself a drink.

“Harry in the other room?” Your mom asks.

“Yeah, he’s playing with the boys.”

Eventually your brother and sister in law show up. Everyone is happy, eating a ton of food. Harry was having fun with all the kids around. Everyone settles down a bit to find seats.

“Everyone’s here now, right?” Your great aunt asks your mom.

“Yes.” Your mom winks at her.

“Here we go.” Erica whispers to you, and you giggle. You put a hand on Harry’s leg.

“You’re going to love this.” You whisper to him.

“What?” He whispers back.

“You’ll see.”

“Oy, oy!!” You all hear from upstairs.

“Oy, oy!” Everyone from downstairs yells back. Harry is thoroughly confused.

All of a sudden your uncle appears dressed up with blue tights, blue elf shoes, blue shorts, a white t-shirt, a long beard, and a blue Santa hat. Your aunt brings in a sack full of gifts.

“Oy! Look at all these Jews!” Everyone is hollering and laughing. He sits down in a chair and your aunt sits on the floor next to him. “Mr. Elfman has lots of gifts for everyone’s first night of Hanukkah.” Everybody cheers.

“Mr. Elfman?” Harry leans into you.

“He’s been doing this since we were kids. Just wait, it gets better.” You whisper.

“Okay, first up is…Erica! Is there an Erica here?” Your sister giggles and goes over to sit on his knee.

“Thank you Mr. Elfman.” They kiss and hug, and she takes her gift.

After quite a few people and some laughs, you get called up. You hand your sister your phone so she can take your picture.

“Thank you Mr. Elfman.” You kiss your uncle and take your gift. He whispers something to you and you laugh, and nod. You get up and go back over to Harry.

Your brother is called up, and then your little cousins.

“Alright, this next one is for…Harry, is there a Harry here?”

Harry’s eyes bug out as he looks at you. You give him a grin and tap his leg with your hand. Everyone hollers as he gets up. He sits down carefully on your uncle’s knee.

“You’re a big boy aren’t you?” He laughs. “Here you go.” He hands Harry a small card, most likely a gift card.

“Thank you…Mr. Elfman.” Everyone claps as Harry gets up and sits back down next to you. You kiss him on the cheek.

“You’re such a good sport.”

“He didn’t have to get me anythin’.” He smiles.

Once all of the Mr. Elfman stuff is over, your uncle comes back dressed as normal.

“What I miss?” Everyone laughs. “We ready to light the candles?”

Everyone gets up and gathers around. Your aunt passes your uncle a children’s book. He picks up Ben, and reads the story of Hanukkah out loud. Your mom helps light the candles, as you all chant the prayer. Harry’s amazed when he hears everyone in unison. He hears your voice faintly, and gives your hand a squeeze. Once the candles are lit, everyone goes back to hanging out and eating.

You take your nephew from your brother and keep him cozy in your lap. Harry boops his nose a couple times, making him giggle.

“God, there is no better sound.” Harry beams. You look at him. “What?”

“You’re just cute.”

“Can I hold him?”

“Of course!” You hand him to Harry. He rocks him gently.

You get up to go chat with your cousins. You tell them all about your promotion. They’re all very proud of you. Erica drags you into the kitchen.

“You’re going to England with Harry next week?”

“Yeah, five days from now actually. I need to get packing.”

“This is huge!”

“I’m so excited. I’m going to meet his mom and sister. And then we’re going to spend a few days in London.”

“How long have you two been together again?”

“Almost five months…not that weird to be going on a trip together.”

“Didn’t say it was weird. Have you told dad yet.” You sigh.

“No, I plan to call him tomorrow. I’m not looking forward to it.”

“Smart by calling him. You two really love each other don’t you?”

“Yeah, we do.”

“You seem really happy. It’s nice.” You both hug.

You go back out to Harry. He’s just handing the baby over to your brother, he fell asleep.

“You ‘bout ready to go? Long drive back.” You say.

“Sure, if you’re ready.’

You both make your rounds to say goodbye to everyone, and head out to the car. You let Harry drive back.

“Did you have fun?”

“I did, actually. Your family is hilarious.”

“If I had tried to explain it all to you, you just wouldn’t have understood.” You laugh.

“So he’s been doin’ that since you were a kid?”

“Yup! Then he stopped for a little while after we all sort of grew up. Now that he has young grandkids, he’s brought it back. That’s why we all really ham it up. We want him to know how much we appreciate it.”

“It was nice of them to include me.”

“He texted me a couple weeks ago to see if I was bringing anyone. I told him all about you. You’re officially a part of the family, no backing out now.” You rest a hand on his thigh, and he puts a hand over yours.

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it.”

You get home late. You and Harry kick your shoes off and hang your coats up once you’re in the door. He grabs your face and starts kissing you. Your hands go to his hips and you kiss him back. You giggle against him.

“What’s gotten into you?” You whisper.

“Nothin’, just wanted to kiss you real bad.” You wrap your arms around his neck. “Haven’t had ya all week.” He grabs the back of your thighs, and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Well, looks like we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” You giggle as he carries you to the bedroom.

You both lay down facing each other, legs and arms entangling. Your hands reach for his hair, and you pull his face closer to yours. Your lips brush against each other softly. You loved when he was cute with you like this. You feel his hands dip below to unzip your jeans. His hand slowly dips inside your panties to rub on you. You involuntarily grind into his soft and gentle touch. His fingers tease around your slit as it becomes wet. You reach down to unzip his jeans, and you palm his hard cock. You think back to the first time you two did this.

“Harry, kiss me.”

His lips press to yours, and you dart your tongue into his mouth. His molds to yours, taking in every taste of you. You were desperate to have his tongue on your other set of lips.

“I want your mouth on me.” You moan out. “Please, get my pants off.”

He kisses you on the top of your head, and switches his position. He tugs your pants and underwear down your legs. You spread yourself apart for him, and he sees you glistening. He places light kisses on your clit, and nibbles on the little bud. He starts to lick at your core, up and down really slow. You move your hips up and down with him. The whole thing was so sensual, your eyes were rolling back into your head. He moves his tongue back up to flick at your clit while his middle finger slips inside you. Your hands clutch at his hair.

“Fuck.” You say under your breath. “Harry.” You moan. He slips another finger in and you grit your teeth. They were hitting you at just the right spot, and his tongue was doing wonders. Your legs began to shake. He groans against you as you tug on his hair harder. “Feels so good.” You start panting as your stomach tightens.

“That’s it, come for me baby.” He says against you. With another moan of his name, you release onto his fingers. He sucks on your clit to help you ride out your high. He sits up and sucks his fingers into his mouth to taste every last bit of you. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” You say catching your breath. You sit up and take your sweater off.

“Would it be alright if I rubbed up against you?”

“Of course, babe.”

“Without my boxers.” You blink at him.

“I…would be nervous about it slipping in.” You think for a second. “But I have an idea you might like. Take your clothes off, I’ll be right back.”

You get up and go into the bathroom as Harry rids himself of his clothes. You rummage through your cabinet, and eventually find what you’re looking for. You come back out and sit on your bed. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“What do we need lube for?” You squeeze some out and rub into your hands to warm it up.

“You’ll see.” You rub it onto your chest, right between your boobs. You shift to lay down. You push your boobs together. “Alright, have at it.”

“Really?”

“Yup. This is the best I can do for you right now.” You both giggle.

Harry straddles the top of your body and positions his dick, and pushes in between your boobs. He thrusts in and out, simply enjoying your soft, plush skin around him. You push your boobs closer together so it feels tighter around him. He looks down at you and loves the site before him.

“You look so fucking beautiful.” He grunts. You look up at him through your lashes, and give him that shy, innocent look that he loves so much. “Fuck.” He pulls away and grips himself, releasing ribbons of his hot come onto your chest.

He gets up and grabs a rag from the bathroom to wipe you off with. He leans down to kiss you on the lips. He crawls into bed, wrapping himself around you.

“I love you so much, Harry.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” You turn over to face him.

“Did you like what we did tonight?”

“Yeah, it was pretty hot.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t feel comfortable with what you wanted.”

“S’okay.”

“I’m feeling closer though…” You say almost in a whisper.

“Really?” He tucks some hair behind your ear.

“Mhm…I think I get in my own head too much about the potential of something hurting or even just being triggered. I trust you with my whole heart, I want you to know that, it’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s all about what’s in my head…I feel terrible about it.”

“I understand, and thank you for telling me. I know you’re scared, and I feel terrible about that.” He kisses your forehead. “You don’t need to feel terrible. You can’t really control what’s goin’ on up there. I know you try to.”

“I think about it…a lot.”

“What?”

“Us being intimate in that way. I know I want it…I’m just…” You start to feel tears well up. “I’m petrified of it all going wrong, and ruining the moment.”

He pulls you closer to his chest and soothes you. He plasters kisses to your hairline and rubs your back. You rest with him in a comfortable silence. Nothing else needed to be said. He continues to soothe you and hold you.

The next morning you’re woken up abruptly by your phone buzzing, you reach for it and groan.

“Hi dad.” You look over at Harry, who is sound asleep. You get up and go out to the living room.

“How was the Hanukkah party?” You roll your eyes. You hated when he’d call you for gossip.

“Good.”

“He do Mr. Elfman?”

“Yup.”

“Course he did.”

“Well, everyone loved it so…”

“Okay, okay. What are you doing for Christmas? You coming home at all?”

“I was actually going to call you about that today…I’m taking a trip with Harry. We’re leaving Saturday and will be back before New Year’s.”

“Oh…So I won’t see you for the holidays at all?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time, dad.”

“Y/N.”

“We can hang out afterwards…you do have three other kids you know?”

“Where are you two going for an entire week?”

“Um…well I’m going to meet his mum and sister.”

“Don’t they live in England?”

“They do.” There’s a dead silence.

“You can’t be fucking serious?! You’ve known this guy for a second and you’re taking an international trip with him?!”

“First of all, we’ve been together almost five months. Second of all, do not yell at me. I’m an adult, and I’m allowed to do what I want. He invited me home with him and I happily accepted. Tickets are already paid for. We’re also spending a few days in London. I’m really excited, and it would be nice if you-“

“Don’t speak to me like that!”

“Dad! I’m not going to talk to you if you’re going to yell at me!”

Harry woke up, hearing your voice from the other room. He walks out rubbing his eyes and stops short when he sees you pacing around the room, with the phone pressed to your ear.

“I don’t even understand why you’re so mad!”

“Because you barely know this guy!”

“No, you barely know him! I know him just fine!”

“How could you expect me to be okay with you going away with someone like this that I’ve only met once?!”

“Jesus Christ! It doesn’t fucking matter! I don’t live at home anymore, I don’t have to run every little thing by you. This is my life! And I’ll do what I want with it, and I’ll spend it with whomever I want! I’m hanging up now.”

“Y/N, don’t you dare h-.” You end the call, and turn your phone off. You knew he’d try to call again.

Your blood was boiling, you didn’t notice Harry standing in the area. You turned and picked up a couch cushion and screamed into it, then slammed it back on the couch. You were breathing really heavy, your eyes caught Harry. He was just standing there, eyes wide, completely unsure of how to comfort you.

“I’ll call him again later. I can’t talk with him right now.”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me…why did he start a fight with you?”

“It’s what he does! He flies off the handle for no reason! I don’t have to tell him every little fucking thing. He’s lucky I even fucking talk to him at all! Fuck him!”

He lets you go off. Screaming and yelling about everything you can’t stand about your dad. Eventually your voice just gets too tired, and you stop. You turn your phone back on, and see four missed calls from your dad. You text him and tell him you love him, but it didn’t matter what he said because you loved Harry and you were going to England. All he said back was ok.

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Warning(s): Mentions of car accident, family emergencies, etc.

Pairing(s): Octane/Reader.

Author’s Note(s): A commission for my lovely @that-bloodhound-booty. This is actually very light and fluffy! Essentially just Octavio being a supportive boyfriend. Even though this is SFT, my blog is not, so please don’t follow me if you’re under 18!

When you got the call from home about a family member in the hospital, your boyfriend, Octavio, was one hundred percent supportive of you going off planet to be with your family.

“I don’t know if I can afford the ticket though,” you told him. Your internship with Apex pays a nicer sum of money than most interns ever see – but it’s still an internship. Internships don’t pay next-day tickets to your far ass home kind of money.

“I can,” he said. You sputtered and protested and tried to wrestle his phone from his hand, but he bought the ticket and texted it to you and told you to go. And not to miss him too much.

The trip home took about three days but you’re finally here. Your parents greet you with hugs, and kisses, and updates on your cousin’s condition. Car crash, they explain. Which feels surreal considering almost no one drives cars anymore but somehow, your cousin managed. He’s beat up and he still hasn’t woken up from his medically induced coma but he’s alive.

Your aunts and uncles and other cousins are at your house and you all take the time to catch up, to discuss what’s going on. Everyone is happy to see you, grateful you’re here. Uncle Carter tells you he’s really proud of you, that you’re doing great things and that hard work works. They all bombard you with questions about your internship, about how it’s going, about what the Legends are like.

You tell them, of course, happy to be surrounded by the people you love. Still, after a three day ship ride, you’re exhausted, and you wind up dragging your ass to your old room before any of your family is ready to settle down for the night.

All you want to do is take a nap, but you promised Octavio that you would call him once you were settled in. You heave your suitcase onto your mattress and fall next to it, your body awkwardly slanted on the mattress. It takes some wriggling, but you manage to fish your phone out of your pocket, hitting the video call button next to the little running man emoji with the green heart in your phone.

It only takes maybe two rings for him to answer. Even though he accepts the call, he holds the phone at his chest, like he’s texting you and not video calling you. He’s walking, his camera jittering with every step he takes.

“Hey babe,” you yawn.

“Hola,” he says, “I see you made it okay.”

“Yeah, a couple hours ago. Sorry I didn’t call you right away, we’ve got a bunch of family staying over.” Aunt Laura has been up your ass since you walked in. You would think with her nephew in the hospital she would be a little less demanding of your attention – but you were always her favorite.

“No, no, it’s okay,” Octavio says. His camera shakes as he flops down but he’s finally holding the phone up so you can see those pretty green eyes of his. His goggles are strapped to the top of his head, trapping hair against his forehead. It’ll be a bitch for him to take them off later but right now you admire how pretty he looks, green eyes made greener by the opaque forest lenses. “How’s it going? Como te sientes?”

Even though your Spanish is minimal, being with Octavio has gradually taught you more. You’ve gotten to the point you can pick up every sixth word in a fluent conversation, maybe get an idea of where the conversation is going. When he asks you direct questions like that, though, you know exactly what he means.

“Okay, I guess? As okay as I can feel,” you say, “he hasn’t woken up yet. The doctors say that he didn’t suffer any serious head trauma, though, so that’s good.”

“Even if he had, trust me, you can recover,” says Octavio, cheesing at you.

“That was in poor taste,” you murmur, though your lips twitch up into a little smile.

“Si, but you’re smiling.”

You snort, shaking your head fondly. Octavio is a lot of things – he’s chaotic, and explosive, and sometimes a little bit selfish, but he’s a good boyfriend. He always tries to cheer you up with stupid jokes like that, tries to make you laugh even when you don’t really feel like laughing.

“We’re just playing it by ear. My mom wants to thank you for buying my ticket, she knows it must’ve costed a fortune.” You say.

“Tell her I have too much money anyway,” he says, creeping a hand up to begin tugging at his goggles. You watch his brow furrow, his grip on his phone loosening a snag as he tries to get them off. Saw that coming.

“How was your match?” You ask.

“Culo,” he replies, almost entirely focused now on yanking his goggles off. He does it with a pop, sighing loudly in relief. Twin red lines hug his forehead and you bite your lip to keep from snickering at the sight. “We came in fourth.”

“Who was on your squad?”

“Makoa. And Rev. He’s such a bummer!” Octavio rolls his eyes. “All, ohhh, the skinsuits will never beat me, we’re going to win or die trying, or blah blah blah. Like that’s the name of the game, compadre, you’re not special.”

“Don’t let him hear you say that.” You smirk. “I’m surprised he didn’t open fire on you.”

“Oho, he did. I’m just too fast for ‘em, baby,” says Octavio, giving you a single finger gun with an overexaggerated wink. You roll your eyes, though your smile doesn’t fade. “Yeah, but, he got downed, and he was too far for me and ‘koa to go get him. Then we got spitroasted.”

“Octavio!”

“What! We did!”

You throw your head back, cackling at the image. You drag your hand down your face, shaking your head. “You’re so annoying.”

“I tell the truth and nothing but the truth.” Octavio grins, pretty eyes crinkling at the corners. His gaze softens at you. “You okay, though, babe? Really?”

“Yeah, I’m good, Tav. I promise.” You smile at him. “I am tired as shit, though, so I’m gonna try and get a nap in. Before my Aunt Laura bursts in and starts asking me about you.”

“I’ll gladly answer any questions your Tia has,” he says. “Call me later so I can tell your mom not to worry about the ticket. Seriously.”

“I will, baby. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

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yoimeta · 4 years

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Hi everyone! I noticed recently that the "KAZAKHSTAN 101 OR HOW TO OTABEK" post seems to have been taken off of tumblr? The author's whole blog seems to have been wiped. Do you know if this is archived anywhere? Is there a mirror, say, on Ao3?

Hello!

Thankfully, I managed to find what I believe is the original post. Here it is! The post is archived in plain text under the cut.

Hope this helps!

- Ji

Source: @sawyer-aik

KAZAKHSTAN 101 OR HOW TO OTABEK

THERE YOU GO YURI ON ICE FANDOM.

Disclaimer: this is in no way a fully comprehensive guide. This is just me trying to put together basics for people who are unfamiliar with Kazakhstan/Kazakhs to start their writing/research.

I am an ethnic Kazakh female, citizen of Kazakhstan, Almaty, bisexual, upper middle class, currently in college in the US. My experience is in no way representative of all kazakhs and Kazakhstan citizens. However, I think it’s pretty close to Otabek’s.

This is really, really long and kinda convoluted, but if you can bear it –– welcome!

Name: Many people have talked about Otabek’s name. This is how you shorten it –– “Bek”, “Beka”, or “Beks” if you wanna be really familiar and laid back.

Kazakhs don’t have middle names, we have patronymics. They are formed like this: the father’s name + ‘uly’ if the child is a boy or ‘kyzy’ is the child is a girl. For example, Otabek’s childrens’ patronymics would be Otabekuly and Otabekkyzy.

About Almaty and almatinians: Ok I’m so happy Otabek is from Almaty, I really don’t know much about life in other cities or rural areas. Almatinians rarely do. Comparing Almaty lifestyle to the rest of Kazakhstan is the same as comparing NYC to the rest of America –– it’s not representative of the quality of life in the country, like, at all.

Almaty has 2.5+ million population, and it grows every year. It’s a cultural and economic centre of the country. Apples originate from Almaty (!!!), hence the name from “Alma” –– apple. Almatinians are usually stereotyped as fast, brash and snobby –– kinda like New Yorkers, right? Almaty is much more tolerant and progressive, and also more ‘Western’ than the rest of the country in terms of mindset. Almatinians kinda look down on non-Almatinians, and really dislike the capital Astana because of all the funding and attention it gets.

Almaty has a great ethnic diversity –– main groups are Kazakhs, Russians, Uygur, Koreans, Germans, Jews, Uzbek, and many more. Though stereotypical jokes are generally acceptable, outright hate and discrimination against an ethnic group is not tolerated. Many foreigners visit here for business –– mostly Americans, Western Europeans and Chinese.

Almatinians love: coffeeshops, mall sales, cool cars (Hello Otabek’s motorcycle), smoking hukkah and vaping. They are usually concerned with status and try to show off their wealth. You can see people of all kind of different style and background in Almaty, fashion shows are held there, contemporary art and indie-music congregates there, along with all kinds of fancy ass crowd. It is a really interesting and kinda exhausting scene, especially if you are young and wanna have fun.

Language, culture, food, etc.

As an Almatinian Kazakh, Otabek is definitely fluent in both Russian and Kazakh, and probably has a very good grasp on English. He is a master of shala kazakh. Shala kazakh is a magic language that only city Kazakhs are privy to. It’s basically a wild mix of kazakh, russian and some fashionable english slang thrown in there. It’s usual for me to start a conversation with “OMG bro” and then kinda pull my speech together, substituting kazakh and russian words with each other and pepper it with “cool”, “ok” and other english exclamations. It’s not grammatically correct and is kinda lowbrow, but we all do it. Yes, even our parents. This is how Otabek sounds when he is talking to someone from home. Terrifying.

Nuclear family: City Kazakhs usually have two or three kids. That’s less than people have in rural areas. Children are important in Kazakh culture because they carry the family’s bloodline and history, especially boys. If you headcanon Otabek as having brothers and sisters, you are probably right! His family should be at least sort of wealthy to afford all the expenses of having a professional athlete for a child. Otabek has an expensive bike and his clothes look high-end –– he is definitely not poor.

Family in general. Kazakhs are close, VERY CLOSE to their family. Mind you, family is not just parents and siblings but also your grandparents, aunts and uncles and like all 173 cousins and nieces and nephews. Everyone is ridiculously involved in your life, always there with advice and complaints. You stay connected to your parents when you move out, when you get married, when you have kids, when you DIE. When Otabek misses the weekly skype dates or check-in phone calls, HE IS SHAMED SO HARD. Do you know grandma is worried about you, think about how old she is! Otabek’s relatives brag about his achievements like they moved him up the career ladder personally, with their own two hands. There’s nothing Otabek can really do about it tho he gets annoyed

Food: city Kazakhs have a very diverse cuisine. Traditional kazakh food is like 50% batter and 50% meat and takes long ass time to prepare so we reserve it for the holidays. My family loves fish, russian dishes such as borsht and blini, Uzbek lagman, Korean kimchi tho we try to avoid pork. And it’s not like we choose one day as a “Russian cuisine day”, we just kinda??? Deside to have some borsht today?? Almaty has lots of different restaurants, almatinians love sushi, pizza and pasta, shashlyk, all kinds of experimental foods and trying new things. Kumys –– mare’s milk –– is one of the things you should try in Kazakhstan as a turist, but I know many kazakhs who have never had it or don’t like it. They say it’s really good for you tho.

Holidays: ethnic Kazakhs in Kazakhstan celebrate: birthdays, New Years, Eid al-Adha which we call Kurban Bairam, Independence Day on December 16th and Nauryz on March 22nd. Young people kinda have get togethers on Halloween because it’s fun and a reason to hang out. Nauryz is one of my faves, it’s a pagan holiday of coming of spring and new life. On Nauryz, Almaty is adorned with flowers, yurts and giant swings are set on the city square, people wear traditional clothing and dance and play and eat a lot. My family also ended up celebrating Eastern Orthdox Christmas and Easter because each year our Russian friends invite us to hang out and celebrate with them, lol.

LGBTQIA+

Main principle is “Don’t ask, don’t tell”. General conflict avoidance protocols are in place. I personally know like 3 LGBT friendly hubs/clubs in Almaty. Nobody explicitly says “gay clubs” but people just kinda know what and where those are. There are get togethers and meetings you can attend to meet people, you can hang out with your significant other in public, hug, hold hands and no one would probably say anything. Colleges and universities are generally safe places, many of my friends are out in their college and don’t face any trouble. PDA will be frowned upon, but all PDA is generally frowned upon in Kazakhstan, even hetero. Feminist and sex-positive initiatives try to educate the populace and break the status quo, and are doing really well but the government’s disposition is homophobic. If your family is religious or traditional, they probably wouldn’t go as far as disowning you, but will probably pressure and guilt-trip you. LGBT+ youth generally plan to move somewhere else or just not settle. All of this is Almaty situation tho. Being LGBT in rural area is much more dangerous.

THE BEST PART: VOCABULARY

Ok this is what I find to be the easiest way to explain Kazakh to English speakers: think Turkish but written in cyrillic, with words borrowed from Arabic and Russian.

Endearments:

zhanym, жаным: my soul. Zhanym is everything to a Kazakh. You can use it for your family, friends, SO, I called my laptop zhanym today. It can be flirty, it can be serious. If you need Otabek to be affectionate with someone, use zhanym.

ainalaiyn, айналайын: really hard to translate but something like my precious?? Usually used towards small kids, but also if a Kazakh finds something really cute.

altynym, my golden baby. I love this one for obvious reasons, lol, hi, Otabek.

Mahabbatym, махаббатым, my love +

Suiktim, сүйіктім. my love, my dear. Kinda old fashioned but really romantic. I can see Otabek using this, but he will be teased and called an old sap if he does.

Kazakh have a lot more endearments, but most of them are for children.

Basic interaction and exclamations:

Iya. Ия. Yes.

Zhok. Жоқ. No

Rakhmet. Рахмет. Thank you.

Keshir. Кешір. Sorry.

Salem, Сәлем. Hello. A familiar greeting.

Sau bol, Сау бол. Literally “Be well” but actually means goodbye. Pretty familiar too.

O Kudai, О Құдай/O Allah, О Алла! Oh my god, obviously. Used in all kinds of different situations.

Oibai, Ойбай! How does one explain oibai. When a friend jump scares you, when you receive bad news, when you check your bank account –– oibai!

Abai bol, Абай бол. Be careful, is what your mom tells you when you go out.

Expletives and Swear Words. Yeeaaah the juicy stuff.

Zhyndy, Жынды. Crazy. If someone is being stupid or inappropriate, you call them zhyndy. When you tell a dumb joke at the familty table, mom smacks you upside the head and hisses “Ooooi, zhyndy!” When Jean-Jaques is acting a fool and makes out with his reflection, Otabek rolls his eyes and mutters “Zhyndy”.

Akymak. Ақымақ. Idiot. When someone is just dumb and not worth your time.

Ittin balasy. Иттің баласы. Child of a dog. It can be as harmless as “you pup” and as offensive as “son of a bitch” depending on the situation.

Kotindy kys. Көтіңді қыс. Squeeze you ass. God I love this one. When someone being an obnoxious wannabe, tell them they should squeeze their ass and check themselves.

Jean-Jaques: I am gonna be the King of the Grand Prix!

Otabek: Kotindy kys.

Shygasyn ba?! Шығасың ба?! You wanna go bro?! Ohh, someone is gonna catch these Kazakh fists.

Sigil. Сігіл. Basically go fuck yourself.

Sheshen ahmy/Sheshen sigem. Шешең амы/Шешең сігем. Your mother’s c*nt/Imma fuck your mother. REALLY FUCKING OFFENSIVE. Say this to a Kazakh if you have a death wish.

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AND THEEEEEEERE YOU GO.

Again, this is just the basics. Do more research and talk to as many Kazakhs and Kazakhstani people as you can. We are a different but usually an interesting bunch. Thanks for your attention, Sawyer out!

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blueboxesandtrafficcones · 4 years

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The Nuptial Necessity - Chapter 20

A 12xRose Human AU

Despite an unglamorous job description, Rose loves the work she does with The Thistle Foundation, a charity founded by her best friend’s great-uncle. It doesn’t hurt that her boss, her friend’s father, is easy on the eyes. With a great job, wonderful friends and a loving family, life couldn’t be better – except for having someone to share it with.

All of that is threatened, though, when the great-uncle dies – and sets a strange condition for his nephew to inherit, jeopardizing the Foundation and Rose’s future, sparking a chain of events that might just get her everything she dreamed of and more.

Chapters will be posted on Saturdays and Tuesdays. Many thanks to my beta, @stupidsatsuma

Rated: Explicit, for eventual smut

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Sunday, cont’d

They entered the house hand in hand, and Rose was grateful for his silent support and the way he took the lead, allowing her to observe for a moment before diving in.

Two men stood waiting just inside the door, bowing the moment they entered. “Lord Gallifrey, Lady Gallifrey,” the closer of the two spoke first, smiling nervously. “Welcome home.” He was an odd-looking man, surprisingly short and nearly as wide, bald, but with a kind air about him. “How was your trip up?”

“Well, Nardole, thank you,” Malcolm answered easily. “Rose, this is Nardole- he’s the butler.”

“It’s lovely to meet you,” Rose offered. “Hello.”

“My lady.” With another slight bow, he turned back to Malcolm. “Shall I see to your things, my lord?”

“Yes, Nardole, thank you.”

He scurried off out the door, and it hadn’t fully shut behind him before she could hear him instructing Ross to unload the car in a firm and authoritative voice she wouldn’t have guessed him capable of. Trying not to smile for fear of seeming rude, she turned to the second man, breath catching. Blimey, he’s gorgeous. He was almost the direct opposite of Nardole; at least six foot, he looked fit and trim, even in somewhat-dorky looking laborer clothing.

“Lord Gallifrey,” he said formally, bowing slightly before turning to face Rose. His eyes widened and a smile grew, and when he said “Lady Gallifrey” it was in a far more flirty tone.

“Hello.” Tamping down a blush, she tried to remain detached, as if she couldn’t get lost in his clear blue eyes, or her fingers weren’t itching to run through his dark locks. “How do you do?”

“Stop that,” Malcolm barked, and she looked at him startled only to find he was staring at the other man with an exasperated expression.

“I’m just saying ‘hello’!” the man protested, stance easing, and she realized that this must be Jack, Malcolm’s American cousin and presumptive heir. He’d explained on the way up that the Estate could only go to male heirs, and when Jack was twenty and causing a ruckus at home, was sent back to the ancestral estate to get his head on right, and stayed. Malcolm had called him a ‘bit of a flirt’ – based on first glances, that seemed to be an understatement. “It’s not illegal!”

Malcolm sighed, a tad overdramatically, and rolled his eyes at Rose. “My cousin, Jack,” he said unnecessarily. “Don’t be fooled by his pretty words- he’s not the long-term relationship type. Meaning twenty-four hours or longer.”

Jack scoffed. “One- not true. My shortest relationship was the amazing long weekend I spent in Rio in college with my roommate and his girlfriend. Two- I am in a relationship, thank you very much.”

“I know- you think just because I’m in London I’m out of the loop? Please.” Malcolm turned to Rose, explaining, “He and our chef, Ianto, have been together for several years now.”

“And to think, you made so many snarky comments about me boinking the staff,” Jack snickered. “Only time will tell indeed.”

Malcolm’s ears turned red, and he coughed. “Anyway, Jack will be taking us through the grounds tomorrow, catching me up and giving you a tour at the same time. For now, though, he has things to see to.”

“Actually-”

A narrowed-eye stare from Malcolm silenced Jack, and with a wink and wave, he slipped around them and disappeared out the back door.

“Now,” Malcolm said, once they were alone, “how about a brief tour while they bring our things in?”

“Sounds brilliant.”

Despite being a rather brief overview, Rose’s head was spinning with information by the time they climbed the main staircase up to the second floor. It was an eclectic mix of old and new, much in the same way the townhouse was; it felt new and strange but like home all at once.

“So, up here are the family rooms,” Malcolm continued, “they’ll be much more modern and familiar. In the eighties Wallace had toyed with opening the house up to the public, or maybe turning it into a bed and breakfast to generate income, and he had some work done to that effect, mainly modernizing the bedrooms, but in the end changed his mind and kept it private. A lot of that had to do with the distillery opening and- well, to be perfectly frank, there’s nothing interesting here. No real draw. Homes like these are a dime a dozen, ones with much more historical interest. We do open the gardens in the winter and spring, though, for a few quid- they decorate for Christmas and Hogmanay, leaving the lights up through Burns Night, then open again when the flowers bloom. It’s beautiful.”

“I bet,” Rose murmured when he paused for breath. “So far, I’m impressed.”

He grinned. “Good.” Dramatically swinging open a door, he said, “And these are the rooms of the lady of the house.”

Rose poked her head in, eyes widening. “It’s gorgeous!” The room was of a reasonable size, but it faced the gardens; even from the door, she could see out the windows to the bright flowers and trees. A four-poster bed sat along the wall backing to the hallway, and she could just imagine waking up and being able to look outside as soon as she opened her eyes – if she were a morning person. More like I’d groan and pull another pillow over my head. She didn’t notice her suitcase, and wasn’t sure if it was already emptied and put away, or if her things were in Malcolm’s room(s?) – he did say ‘lady of the house’.

“Er, anyway,” Malcolm said, as if slightly surprised, “my rooms are next door.” Closing the door behind him he led the way the few meters down the hall, Rose trailing behind him, frowning.

Was he expecting my stuff to be there? Then, a disappointing thought- Was last night a one-time thing? Does he not want to share a room? Then, even worse- He better fucking not think he’s gonna come into my room and ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ and go back to his own. Or that I’ll do that. I’m not a bloody booty call.

“Here we are,” he opened the next door, “and good, our things are here. I think we’ve got about twenty minutes until lunch will be served, so we can freshen up. What do you think?”

Rose followed him into the room; it was similar to ‘hers’, with more of a masculine feel to it, but it still overlooked the gardens. The bed did look inviting, like something out of a historical romance, and she certainly wouldn’t mind getting friendly in it. “Very nice,” she said, when she realized he was waiting for her approval. “I like it.”

Coming around the end of the bed she found his backpack and her carrybag perched on the settee there, and following a hunch, she opened the large armoire to find her clothes already neatly hung up and sharing the space with Malcolm’s. Like a real couple. The thought made her heart flutter, and she turned back to find he was gone.

“Malcolm?”

“Loo,” he called back. “One minute.”

When he exited he joined her at the window, looking out. In the distance, she could see a few people strolling the garden paths. “So, they put your things in here,” he said somewhat awkwardly. “If you’re not comfortable with that, we can have them moved next door.”

“Is there a reason I should be uncomfortable?” She didn’t look at him, but tensed in anticipation of his answer.

A hand gently settled on her shoulder, as if uncertain the touch was welcome. “No, but… I don’t want you to think… After last night…” They were interrupted by a knock, and he sighed in frustration, hand dropping. “Yes?”

“Lunch will be served at your pleasure, my lord,” a female voice called.

“Thank you, we’ll be down shortly.”

Rose turned, but he caught her arm, letting her go almost immediately.

“I don’t have any expectations,” he said quietly. “Just because we- I don’t expect- That’s not- I won’t lie and say I don’t want to, but more than that, I don’t want you to feel any pressure to do anything. I don’t expect sex just because we might sleep in the same bed. I want you to feel happy, and comfortable, and safe here. No expectations. Okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, before catching her tongue between her teeth. “But you’re also saying that if I jump you, you’re down for it.”

A smile stretched across his face. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“Good to know.” Grinning, she turned towards the door. “Now, didn’t you say something about chips?”

As promised lunch was fish and chips (and beer), but it was the fanciest fish and chips she’d ever had. Served on fine china it was still wrapped in newspaper, but the dichotomy was so great she just sat for several moments, staring. “What-”

“It’s good,” Malcolm encouraged, picking his up and biting into it as if they were sitting on the couch in his office with takeaway from the local chippy. “Go on.”

They were seated across from each other, at the center of a long formal dining table, a server standing by the door as if just waiting for the opportunity to serve. Casting him a nervous glance, she leaned forward and whispered to Malcolm, “But it’s so fancy.”

“So?”

As much as Jackie would like to forget, they hadn’t always been rich. Rose had been born to a struggling twenty-year-old couple barely making rent on an Estate flat, and was seven when Pete got lucky with his business, and they were able to move up in life. She’d always been taught that fine things were meant to be saved, to be used sparingly and only for special occasions.

“It just… seems like it should be saved for something special,” she shrugged one shoulder, eyeing the food warily. It almost felt like a test.

Malcolm set his fish down, finishing his bite before leaning towards her. “That’s a valid way of looking at it,” he acknowledged, “and I think that’s one of the differences between new money and old money. How I see it is this- everything is meant to be used. Yes, this is very nice china, but it does no good sitting on a shelf looking pretty and never being touched. It should be enjoyed. And sometimes, using something special on a mundane thing makes the mundane thing special- you’ve had your fair share of fish and chips in your life, but I’ll wager this is an instance you’ll never forget.”

“That’s true,” she agreed hesitantly. “But-”

“The experience you have using the item is worth far more in the long run than the item itself. Now, it’s all getting cold, and it’s the best damn fish and chips you’ll ever have, so- eat up.”

Capitulating, she gingerly lifted the newspaper-wrapped fish to her mouth, and bit in. “Oh my God,” she moaned, “it’s so good.”

“See?”

She opened eyes she didn’t know had closed to find him watching her, looking too self-pleased to suit her. “Shut up.”

He just smirked, popping a chip in his mouth. “As fresh and homemade as it gets- potatoes from the garden, and fish from the Kyle. Caught this morning, I’d wager.”

“Yes, my lord,” the server spoke from his spot in the corner when Malcolm’s glance cut over to him. “I believe Jack caught them himself.”

“I’m sure he did. Thank you.” Malcolm grinned at Rose. “What do you think so far?”

“I think…” Rose stopped chewing, looking around the imposing formal dining room and down at her plate, before smiling back at him. “I think it’s wonderful.”

“So do I.” He lifted his beer towards her in a toast. “Welcome to Scotland, Rose Tyler.”

“Glad to be here.” She really, really was.

#bbatcfic #ficandchips #Doctor Who #doctorroseprompts #Human!12xRose #Human!Twelfth Doctor #Rose Tyler #Human AU #AU #The Nuptial Necessity

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You belong to me (Pennywise x oc) CH 2

Chapter 2 is here! I'll try to get chapter 3 out as soon as I can, typing on my phone kinda makes my carpal tunnel act up sadly. But let me know what you think! And If you'd like to see more, there will be more Pennywise in the next chapter.

CH 1

Word count: 2,655

Warnings: Cussing

The drive to Derry was long, a two day trip finally coming to an end as the small town came into view. The town was something out of a Hallmark Christmas movie, but in the middle of summer. Mom and Pop shops lined downtown streets that held maybe half of the small population of residents, all of whom stared at me as I drove past.

"Welcoming little town aren't you?" I muttered to myself while glancing at the paper in my hand.

"2235 Kansas St. At the corner where Kansas St meets Route 2...Now where is that?" Sighing I knew I would have to ask for directions, though I wasn't sure if anyone would actually give them to me. I decided to try one of the stores rather than just rolling my window down and shouting to one of the residents, I was already being given dirty looks, no need to make it worse. Parking in front of what looked like a pharmacy, I proceeded to get out, just barely getting to the front of my car and out of the way of a pickup that almost ran me over, the passenger, a teenage boy, glaring at me as they past.

"Starting to see why mom hates this place" I huffed and straightened out my long black skirt, I guess I should have expected the looks, I'm guessing this town didn't get many visitors, much less ones that could be quickly labeled goth. Making my way to the building I smiled and nodded at two elderly men sitting out front, but again just received blank stares, what the fuck was everyone's problem? Opening the door I was greeted with the default bell jingle that every small shop in America seem to have, as well as the overpowering smell of...I'm not entirely sure, you would think a pharmacy would smell like clearer or something, but this just smelled dirty.

'Remind me not to buy anything'

I looked around but didn't see a soul in the building, despite all the elderly people I had passed on the way. Slowly, I made my way to the back, looking around at the small building that seemed to have not moved past the 80's, and following a popping sound that seemed to grow louder the further back I went.

"You're new here" a female voice spoke, my eyes met those of a woman in her mid to late 30's, curly blonde hair, and an expression that said she would rather be anywhere else. The popping sound, I soon discovered, was her bubblegum.

"Yeah... yeah I'm just a bit lost, can you tell me how to get to" I started while I fished the paper out of my purse, having already forgotten the address.

"The corner of Kansas St and Route 2?" She popped her bubble again, and with a sigh, stated.

"The street behind this place is Maine St, follow that" she paused and looked at me dully.

"Left, at the end you'll come to Route 2, take a right, eventually you'll come across Kansas St" she finished, popping her bubble once more.

"Thanks, I appreciate it" I nodded with a small smile, ready to leave this place already.

"No problem" she replied with the fakest smile I had ever seen

"Welcome to Derry" and just like that her expression was back to being so done with everything. Taking my leave I exited the pharmacy, not paying any mind to the two men outside this time as I just quickly got into my car.

"I guess it's true, hospitality is only in the south" I grumbled as I drove down the street, quickly finding a way to Main St, and began following that. The woman was right, as soon as I got into Route 2 it didn't take long for me to reach the corner of Kansas St, and the house. There weren't any houses nearby, and it seemed like the lot went on for a bit, I wondered just how much land Grandma actually owned here. The house was in good condition, the beige walls going well with the dark brown trim of the three story building, I remember Grandma saying that Grandpa and his brothers had built this house by hand back in the day. Parking my car I stared at the house for a moment, so this is where mom grew up? The sides of the house were blocked off by thick trees, and the remnants of a rope hung from a branch, seeming to have been from an old tire swing, why didn't she want to come back? It seemed like a nice enough house. Stepping out of my car I made my way up to the small iron gate, the lock a little rusty, but working nonetheless, pushing it open I walked up the short path to the front door, cobwebs had already begun to collect around the old wood. I grabbed the key from my purse and unlocked the door, pushing it as it gave an eerily creaking noise while opening. Mom had said that the power would still be on thankfully, so I reached to find the switch, clicking it on once located. The warm glow it gave illuminated the Victorian style furniture that my grandmother loved so much, the inside was in pristine condition, as if someone had just cleaned, or maybe that was just how grandma kept it. I closed the door and began looking around, pictures of my mother when she was a child sat atop the fireplace, along with bottles filled with random herbs and things, in fact, bottles sat everywhere, not in a cluttered sort of way...As if each of them were placed there for a purpose, some even hung by strings on the curtain rods.

"Grandma was into witchy stuff" I jokingly stated as I examined one of the bottles, almost dropping it when the grandfather clock began to chime.

"Get ahold of yourself Liz, geeze you write scary stories for a living after all" placing the bottle back down I turned to head for the stairs, the walls up to the second floor were lined with more pictures of my mom, my grandmother and grandfather, aunts and uncles, nieces, nephews, and cousins. Most I had never met, but had heard mom and grandma talk about. Like my grandfather and his two brothers, all of whom served in the army, and died in the Vietnam war. My Grandmother had never remarried, saying that we are only truly destined for one person in our whole lives, and for her, it was my grandfather.

"This was a big house for just you grandma" I stated as I reached the second floor, feeling even more guilty that I had never visited. The second floor held three rooms, now turned into a storage room, a sewing room, and a guest bedroom. The third floor held two rooms, the master bedroom which still held all of my grandmother's belongings, and another guest bedroom. I noticed though, a door at the end of the hall.

"Wonder where that leads" I spoke as I made my way to the door, opening it revealed a small narrow staircase, four steps led to another door and I already knew just where this led.

"Your attic better not be haunted grandma" I grabbed the handle and turned it, but it didn't budge. Grabbing the house key I tried, but it was nowhere near the same size as the lock.

"Locked attic door...yup, something out of one of my stories" I stated while going back down the stairs.

"Just gonna close that and I'll come back to it another time" I walked back to my grandma's bedroom, taking the time to look around at her stuff, knowing full well it would only be a matter of time before my aunt and uncles came and took what they wanted, no doubt angry that she left me the house. I smiled as I picked up her perfume, the familiar scent reaching my nose.

"Grandma! Grandma! Look what I made!" I exclaimed, tiny hands holding up the very lopsided stuffed rabbit, my first finished sewing project since she had taught me.

"Why I have never seen anything more beautiful in my whole life! You are a natural! Soon you'll be making gowns for celebrities, the first lady, even the queen of England herself!" She smiled, picking me up and sitting me on her lap to examine the rabbit. I giggled at her words, the thought filled me with pride.

"Do you really think I could?"

"I know you could, you're destined for great things Lizzie, things that only you can do"

I placed the perfume back and walked over to the small glass cabinet, more bottles filled the shelves, along with a few crystals.

"Another nightmare sweety?" My grandmother asked as I cried into her nightgown, I nodded weakly while she stroked my hair.

"The same one?" Again I nodded.

"You know, I used to have bad dreams all the time too" she stated after a moment, I sniffled and looked up at her, tiny hands wiping the tears from my eyes.

"What did you do to make them stop?"

"I started wearing this" she smiled, showing me a small white stone that hung from her neck, the light grey markings on it almost looking like spiderwebs.

"What's that?"

"It's a crystal, it's called Howlite, and it makes bad dreams go away" she smiled before standing up and going to her jewelry box, she returned and clipped a small chain around my neck, a white stone just like hers now laid against my chest.

"And now this one will keep yours away too" she smiled.

"Heh...Guess you were kind of a witch huh grandma?" I smiled, reaching up to play with the Howlite that still hung around my neck. I looked around the room some more, stopping once I noticed my name written on an envelope atop a chest in the corner. Opening it I quickly read the letter.

"Dear Lizzie

I know right now you are probably feeling guilty for not keeping in contact more, don't try to deny it, I know you sweety. Dont. Don't feel guilty, I knew the day I left how these things would play out. Everything in life happens for a reason,we all have a purpose, a destiny, something we must do. My role was to be in your life physically, for as long as I was. You grew into such an amazing woman Lizzie, and I'm so proud to be your grandmother. But now it's time for you to walk your destined path, this chest contains as much as you'll need, the recipe is in the attic if you choose to make more. I love you dear, with everything I am and was

Love,Grandma"

I wiped the tears away as I stared at the letter.

"You always seemed to have all the answers" I sniffled while I put the letter back in the envelope, I turned to the chest and opened it, two brown bottles sat inside, and upon examination I realized they were filled with the same pills I had taken my whole life.

'this chest contains as much as you'll need, the recipe is in the attic if you choose to make more'

"As much as I need? Wait...the recipe is in the locked attic? Really grandma?" I sighed, putting the bottle back and closing the chest.

"I need some air" I shook my head and headed back downstairs, locking the door on my way out. I drove back into town, the sun setting as my stomach alerted me to the fact that I had not eaten anything besides a quick McDonalds breakfast this morning, and it was currently almost six.

"Guess dinner is in order" I told my stomach while looking around the town, I spotted a chinese restaurant and the idea of orange chicken made my stomach go into overdrive. Pulling over I hopped out of my car, noticing far less residents out.

'Guess they turn in super early'

The sign read "Jade of the Orient" and upon entering the building I was met with smells that made my stomach growl even more. The line to be seated though, was a bit long, and looking around I could see that the restaurant was quite packed.

'So they don't turn in early, everyone was just here' I sighed as I sat down on one of the benches, smiling at the man who seemed to be around the same age as the girl in the pharmacy, he smiled back before furrowing his brows.

"Excuse me, sorry to bother you I've just, never seen you around" he stated.

"Oh no it's ok, I just got here today" I told him

"Well I'm Mike, Mike Hanlon. It's nice to meet you Miss…"

"Elizabeth Mills, but please, just call me Liz" I smiled and shook his hand.

"So what brings you to Derry Liz?" He asked as we watched a couple get called for a table.

"Actually, my grandmother just passed...she willed me her house" I stated

"I'm so sorry" he spoke, before questioning

"Are you Diana's granddaughter?"

"You knew my grandmother?" I asked, though I shouldn't have been surprised, what with how small this town was.

"She was pretty much everyone's grandmother" he laughed

"That sounds like grandma" I smiled

"She would visit me at work a lot too, always had something new to teach" he smiled, seemingly remembering spending time with her.

"Where do you work?" I asked

"The library" he replied, before adding

"Not that glamorous"

"I write scary stories for a living, working at a library sounds fun" I laughed

"Hanlon" the woman at the front called, causing Mike to stand up, he turned towards me and asked.

"Would you like to join me? I'm sure we each have stories to tell about your grandmother, only if you want of course" My stomach growling answered before I could and caused us both to laugh.

"You know what, I think I'll take you up on that"

That night I learned about how my grandmother often read to children at the library, or made herbal remedies for people in town, or was just there as a listening ear or words of wisdom for anyone who needed it.

"It's good to know she was the same even here" I smiled as we walked out of the restaurant.

"You're a lot like her" he stated

"Oh I don't know about all that" I laughed

"No you are, she would be proud," he told me as we reached our cars.

"Well, thank you, and thank you for dinner, I was fully willing to pay" I laughed

"It's no problem at all, think of it as a welcome to Derry"

"Well thank you, and I will be taking you up on that offer of the library visit" I smiled.

"I'll see you then, have a good night Liz" he stated as he walked to his car.

"You too Mike" I waved as I watched him drive away, turning to my car but stopping when I felt like I was being watched, the hairs on my neck standing on ends as I quickly scanned my surroundings, sighing when I didn't see anyone. Ghost I could deal with, dangerous people were more frightening. Getting into my car, I cranked it before looking around once more, stopping when my eyes caught sight of something that simply didn't belong, a single red balloon that slightly floated in front of an alleyway beside the restaurant.

"What the hell?" I watched as it floated up a tiny bit more before suddenly popping.

"You know what, I don't even want to know" I stated as I drove back to the house, still feeling like I was being watched until I was far from the restaurant.

To be continued

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Arthur Morgan, I Love You. Part One

Paring: Arthur Morgan x Reader

I woke up with Arthur’s hands gently rubbing circles on my belly, like I did most mornings. A smile spread across my face as he planted small kisses on it, talking to our baby. I still remember telling him months back, terrified of his reaction.

“You gotta tell him little lady. He’ll be so happy, he loves you.” Hosea placed his hands on my stomach giving it a small pat.

I gave Hosea a small smile, nodding as I made my way over to Arthur and I’s tent. We weren’t even married, we were outlaws, how would we even have a family? These thoughts swarmed my mind, causing anxiety to rush through my body.

I sat on the cot of our tent waiting for Arthur to return from his hunting trip with Charles. My hands shook as I thought about the right words to say, about how he would react. My mind wandered to John and Abigail, how he left her with Jack, how they were so unhappy, always fighting with each other. I didn’t want this baby to ruin what Arthur and I had, we had something special.

“What’s wrong darling?” I was snapped out of my thoughts by Arthur’s deep voice. He stood tall above me, looking down with his crystal blue eyes.

“Arthur, we need to talk.. It’s important..” I looked down at my hands, searching for the words to tell him. My head felt ready to explode, full of doubt and fear of what came next.

Arthur gave me a small nod, worry apparent on his face. He sat next to me, intertwining his fingers with mine. “Well, spit it out darling. You know you can tell me anything, how bad could it be?”

“I’m pregnant Arthur.” I blurted out, terrified to look at his reaction. With everything Arthur had been through with Eliza and Isaac, another child was probably the last thing he wanted. It took forever just to get him to realize he was worthy of love, never mind getting him on board to start a family.

Arthur placed a finger under my chin, tipping it up so our eyes met. His smile was so genuine, creeping up his face and into his eyes. He began to laugh, before crashing his lips onto mine, kissing me passionately. “We’re gonna have a baby?” He asked in disbelief.

I nodded, all the worry washing out of my body. “Yeah.. We’re having a baby.”

Arthur grabbed me from the cot, carrying me out into the middle of camp, laughing and running like a child excited about a new toy. “Listen up ya’ll!” Arthur yelled, attracting the attention of all of the members of the camp. “We’re having a baby!” The camp erupted in cheers, everyone making their rounds to congratulate us. Needless to say, there was a party that night.

“Morning darling.” Arthur smiled when he saw I had awaken. “She’s coming soon, ain’t you little one?” He cooed at my belly. I let out a laugh, sitting up and starting to get ready for the day.

“How you know it’s a girl?” I asked him, standing in front of the small mirror, pulling my long black hair into a braid. I quickly put a small amount of black eyeliner on, making my blue eyes pop.

“Just a feeling.” Arthur laughed. “Had a feeling Jack would be a boy, I’ll be right about this one too.” I giggled, placing a small kiss on his cheek before making my way to the campfire. I was greeted by Abigail and Jack, who sat side by side on a log in front of the fire. Jack ran up to me, hugging my leg and giving my stomach a kiss. He was so excited to have another kid in camp, I don’t think he realized he wouldn’t be able to play with it for a while.

“Auntie (Y/N)! When’s the baby coming?” He looked at me with his innocent brown eyes, a toothy grin spreading across his face. Jack was such a good kid, I could only hope mine would turn out like him. He wiggled with excitement as I sat down, pulling him onto my lap. “Dose this mean you and Uncle Arthur are gonna get married?” He asked.

I sighed, dreaming of Arthur ever asking me to marry him. I doubted it would happen, but it was a pretty thought, one that kept me smiling when times got tough. “I don’t think so Jack.”

Jack looked confused before Abigail sent him to go find his father, John. She smiled at me, leaning her head on my shoulder. “He’s real excited. Keeps asking when he can meet his cousin.” I smiled, knowing my baby would have a good family within the gang. “When’s it coming anyways?” She asked softly.

“Should be any day now. Can’t wait to loose all this extra weight. I feel like a damn cow.” I joked. Abigail laughed, giving my arm a small squeeze. “It’s gonna hurt ain’t it?”

Abigail laughed, nodding her head. “Like you wouldn’t believe, but it’s worth it. I don’t know what I’d do without little Jack, he’s my whole world. Plus, you got Arthur, he’ll be a great father. God knows he takes care of everyone in the camp.” She made a good point there, Arthur would be a great daddy. “You think it’s a boy or girl?”  “Arthur’s positive it’s a girl, I honestly couldn’t care what it is, just want it out of me.” I joked. Abigail laughed, as I got up to try and pass the time doing some chores.

The camp had lots of things that needed to be done daily, and since I couldn’t exactly go out on jobs like I used too, I was stuck here chopping vegetables and grooming horses. Horseshoe Overlook was a good little camp, peaceful, secluded, and close enough to town to easily get everything we needed.

I made my way over to the horses, noticing a few missing, including Arthur’s. I guessed they were out in the town, getting into trouble as usual. I spent a few hours grooming and feeding the horses, keeping myself distracted until dinner. I grabbed a bowl of stew, sitting myself at a table with Karen, Hosea, Dutch and Tilly. We talked about the old days while we ate, reminiscing on simpler times.

“What about the time Arthur brought back those three huge fish. Came back so proud of himself, telling everyone he spent all day fishing. Few days later when we were walking through town, a vendor called out to him asking how the fish were! Turns out he spent his whole day drinking and bought the fish after.” Hosea laughed.

“What about when Cooper ate all our food for the week. Arthur never had any control over that dog!” I chimed in. “He was a cute dog.”

“You better hope he’s got more control over that baby, with the temper between you two, it will grow up to be a little hot head.” Dutch joked. I gave him a playful slap to his arm as the entire table burst out in laughter. I loved these people, they were the closest thing to a family I had. Arthur had returned with Javier, Bill, and Charles, covered in mud, face scratched up and a black eye. I rolled my eyes upon seeing him, knowing he had gone and done something stupid in Valentine. Abigail always said, they were idiots, but they were our idiots.

“The hell happened to you?” I made my way to our tent, finding some clean clothes for him to put on. I’d have to clean these ones sometime tomorrow.

“Bill started a damn fight in the saloon. Ended up fighting some big feller by the name of Tommy. Bastard threw me out a window into the streets, ended up rolling around in the mud.” Arthur grunted. I swear, trouble followed that man everywhere he went.

“C’mon, lets get you cleaned up love.” I sat Arthur on the bed, cleaning the blood off his face and quickly washing his hair. After I got him clean, we settled into bed, peacefully falling asleep in each other’s arms.

#arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #i love arthur morgan #fluff #fanfic #arthur morgan is the love of my life #arthurmorganiloveyounsfw

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