#I KNEW SUNDAY WAS GOING TO DIE UGH

[yellowymellon]

Just finished penacony's quest so spoilers ahead

At least I learned that how I process grief is both laughing hysterically and crying at the same time, I cried when aventurine was going on the stage and when FREAKING GALLAGHER I KNEW IT I KNEW IT KNEW IT THAT'S WHY HE DIDN'T COME HOME IN 60PULLS

Idk if I should laugh in yay! Great Voice acting

Or cry in SUNDAY MY BELOVED

Anyway spoilers for 2.2+ in tags so beware

#okay for sunday enthusiasts who want to know asap n dont mind spoilers #honkai star rail #star rail #hsr #he shouldn't be dead as he has a future boss battle #But i somewhat stopped believing leaks after firefly's death cuz it's a bit sus and contradictory 😭 #honestly so far we had 3 fake deaths + sunday #technically robin went beyond the death Barrier in penacony #she did die in the dream fr but she should be alive irl #I KNEW SUNDAY WAS GOING TO DIE UGH #GALLAGHER IF U DON'T EXPLAIN URSELF #the same way firefly lived HE WILL TOO #BELIEVE #yu gi oh abridged ref- #also...if Sunday confirmed the connection between death and Gallagher he should be more cautious right? RIGHT???

[ieatyourbeauty]

I am of my word: Chapter 1 MONDAY

When the new Lieutenant Wolf challenges him to sparring matches time after time again Konig irritated with her makes an interesting bet, if she wins she gets a week off if he wins......

Konig is Red

Wolf is Blue

(if u see yellow hi that's me)

Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday

Thrusday

Friday

Saturday

Sunday

Wolf: Konig I want to spar!

Konig: what….is it?

He asks not bothering to look up slight irritation in his voice.

Konig: Oh you want to spar again?

He says in a bored tone of voice

Konig: Sure I love wasting my time with you.

Wolf: you sure know how to give a girl a compliment Colonel .

She stretches putting her gloves on, Wolf always knew how to push his buttons. He gets up and stretches out a bit before putting on some gloves and waits for her to get ready.

Konig: why dont we make this interesting let's make die Wette a wager.

Wolf: okay you got me curious what did u have in mind Colonel

Konig smirked unlike Horangi he's pretty good at gambling, wolf tilted her head in interest.

Konig: how about a bet? If you beat me you get a week of free leave

Wolf: okay and if you win Colonel?

Wolf crosses her arms looking at him smugly, Konig grins under his mask maybe just the deal itself will scare her off.

Konig: you do....whatever I want for a week.

she huffs overconfident she's gonna beat him

Wolf: deal let's get to it.

she charges at him throwing the first punch

Konig: You call that a punch?

he blocks the strike and goes for a jab at her chest, she manage to dodge the clumsy blow and land a counter punch in his chest

Wolf: I was expecting more....I've fought kids from high school that put up more of a fight than you...come on Konig...I know u got that beast inside you

Konig: oh...you want to see the beast?

he smiles wickedly under his mask and rushes at her as he gets close he tackles her pushing her to the floor, He pins her to the ground with his body weight and his face is inches from hers. she looks up at him struggling to get out of his grip, Wolf's eyes widen as she feels the heat coming off of him and his firm and muscular chest barely inches away from hers.

Wolf: ugh!

Konig: Now let me get this straight...you're going to do...anything I want?

wolf is pissed but she's a woman of her word and says it bluntly.

Wolf: yes Colonel Konig ....I will do anything u want for a week.

Konig: Hmm I think I've got a few ideas in mind, see you later tonight.

he lets her go and gets off of her and winks at her before leaving the gym. she sighs looking up at the ceiling before getting up her mind is racing what things does he have in store for her? where his eyes always that blue? She tells her mind to shut up before leaving the gym. A couple hours go by and it's approaching 8pm Konig sends a text to her.

Konig: You still up for it?

Wolf: like I said before I am a woman of my word let's get this over with.

Konig: see you soon..... :)

Wolf: who sends smiley faces like that anymore...

she hears a knock on her door she opens it expecting Konig but she sees a handsome older gentlemen grey hair mixed with his brunette hair, Icy blue eyes staring into her, she's stunned wondering who this man is...until he opens his mouth.

Konig: Well, lieutenant I won the bet fair and square. And now, it's time for you to pay up.

Wolf: C-colonel konig?

Konig: I told you I had some ideas didn't I?

He says with a smirk as he walks in and shuts the door behind him. Konig steps forward, closing the distance between them. Wolf's eyes widen as she feels the heat coming off of him and his firm and muscular chest barely inches away from her. She swallows hard, feeling her heart race in her chest.

Konig: So I'm just going to get right to it

he takes a step closer to her and starts to wrap his arms around her while leaning in to kiss her, she's stunned looking at him

Wolf: ....h-huh....

Konig: Shh...you said you'd do 'whatever I wanted' after the bet

he whispers in her ear. she blushes red 

Wolf: t-that I did...

Konig: "So....you're going to keep your word right?" 

he says while his hands begin to wander.

Wolf: Yes, Colonel, I will keep my word

She whispers, feeling her inhibitions slipping away

Konig: good girl

he whispers in her ear as he starts to kiss her neck.

Wolf: C-colonel

Konig: I'm not your colonel right now...

he smirks while sliding his hands lower....her breathing becoming faster and shallower. his hot breath on her ear.

Konig: Call me Konig just Konig meine Liebe

he murmurs in a low, husky voice. Wolf shudders with pleasure at the sound of his tone, feeling herself becoming wet with desire. She leans in to kiss him again, eager to feel his lips against hers. He kisses her deeply while pulling her into a tight embrace not wanting to let go a moment too soon. A smile starts to grow on Konig's face as he starts to slip his tongue in her mouth pushing the kiss even deeper. Wolf moans softly into Konig's mouth as he slips his tongue inside, deepening the kiss even further. She can feel her body responding eagerly to his touch, wanting him even more than before. She runs her hands over his broad, muscular back. Konig pulls away from the kiss, looking deep into her eyes with a burning intensity.

Konig: God, you're beautiful.

he breathes, before leaning in to kiss her neck again, this time biting down gently with his teeth. Wolf gasps with pleasure, feeling a rush of heat between her thighs as she wraps her arms tighter around Konig's neck, wanting to feel more of his touch.

Konig: You have such soft skin I could just bite and kiss it all day...

Konig takes a step back from Wolf, looking at her with a heated gaze.

Konig: Take off your clothes

he commands softly, his eyes never leaving hers. Wolf hesitates for a moment, feeling nervous but also incredibly aroused by his commanding presence. She takes a deep breath and then starts to take off her shirt, slowly revealing her lacy bra. Konig watches her intently, enjoying the sight of her curvy figure and perky breasts.

Konig: Good girl

he murmurs, stepping closer and taking hold of her hips.

Konig: Now take off your pants.

Wolf bites her lip, feeling a mix of excitement and fear as she undoes her fly and tugs down her pants and panties, exposing her smooth-shaven mound and glistening folds. Konig groans as he sees her wetness, feeling his cock grow even harder at the sight in his pants he takes off his shirt.

Konig: I want to taste you.

he whispers, before dropping to his knees and burying his face between her legs. She gasps when she feels his tongue enter her the man that she dislikes is eating her out and she's loving it , she puts her hands on his shoulders gripping them to keep her balanced.

Wolf: ahhh...f-fuck your tongue k-konig.

Konig moans against her clit as he laps at her juices with his skilled tongue, feeling her quivering with pleasure under his touch. He can't help but grin to himself, enjoying the way that he's able to take control of this fiery, no-nonsense Lieutenant and make her feel so good. Wolf arches her back, unable to contain her moans as the waves of pleasure wash through her body. She can't believe how incredible it feels to have Konig's tongue flicking against her clit, making her feel like she's about to explode with ecstasy.

Wolf: d-dont stop p-please my m-mind is melting fuck im gonna c-cum please d-dont fucking stop.

Konig moans with pleasure as Wolf cums hard on his face, her juices soaking the beard stubble on his face dripping down his chin. He laps at her folds eagerly, determined to make her cum again and again until she's completely spent. When he's finally satisfied, he stands up and grins down at her, his erection straining against his pants. 

Konig: I want to fuck you now, until you can't walk anymore.

She sees his erection fighting to get out of his pants he takes his pants off and wolf and sees how big his cock is her eyes widen. She had other partners before him but no one as big as Konig as sort of.

Wolf: h-huh.....there's no w-way tha-ts gonna fit konig.

Konig chuckles softly at Wolf's reaction to the size of his erection, feeling a sense of pride in his manhood.

Konig: Don't worry, meine Liebe, I'll be gentle with you, But you need to trust me, okay? I'll carry you just wrap your legs around me.

Wolf nods uncertainly, feeling daunted by the size of his cock but also incredibly turned on by the sight. Konig lifts her up putting her back to the wall and she wraps her legs around his waist and puts her arms around his neck to support herself. She takes a deep breath and reaches out to guide him into her, feeling a rush of pleasure as his thick shaft slides inside her tight wet cunt, She gasps, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure as he fills her up completely.

Wolf: o-oh holy shit....

Konig: Scheiße, deine Fotze ist eng

Konig moans softly as he feels her wet heat enveloping his cock, feeling like he's in heaven. He starts moving slowly, easing in and out of her with long, deep strokes. Wolf feels herself starting to relax under his touch, the pain turning into pleasure as his cock pounds into her over and over again she moans in his ear. His voice hot with desire speaks to her.

Konig: That's it, Feel me inside you, making you mine.

His cock feels like its stretching her insides as he thrusts into her aching pussy it almost makes her feral she puts her hands on his back making small scratches.

Wolf: ahh fuck f-fuck FUCK!

Wolf bites his shoulder from the pleasure, Konig groans as he feels Wolf's nails digging into his back, adding a layer of pain to the pleasure that he's feeling. He can't help but thrust deeper and faster into her, the roughness of her scratches and bites turning him on even more. He grips her hips tightly, holding her in place as he starts to pound into her with wild abandon. 

Konig: That's it, meine Liebe, take it all, will you?

Wolf: y-yes

he grunts, feeling himself getting closer to the edge.

Konig: I'm going to cum deep inside you, filling you up completely.

Wolf moans loudly as she feels Konig's hot seed shooting deep inside her, filling her up with his cum. The sensation sets off her own orgasm, and she claws at his back and shoulders as she cums hard around his cock. He carries her to the couch sitting down she rolls off him, panting and sweating completely out of energy. Konig pulls her close, holding her tightly in his arms. They lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, until Konig leans in to kiss her deeply once again.

Wolf: holy shit colonel....I dont think I can feel my legs

Konig chuckles softly, feeling a sense of relief that Wolf seems to be taking their encounter well tracing a finger along her cheek he says.

Konig:  I've been wanting you for so long, but I never thought that you'd be interested in me.

Wolf: I honestly thought u hated me

Konig: Why would I hate you? Because you're a pain in the ass?

Wolf: so a full week of this huh that was the deal huh?..

Konig: Yes I'm not letting you off so easy Lieutenant we have a long week ahead of us.

(and thats it for the first chapter there will be more to come soon)

#call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #konig x y/n #konig mw2 #konig #konig fic #konig x you #konig x oc #konig smut #Spotify

[zanyzensblog]

Suletta Sunday omg holy crap!

My reactions More or less in order. But probably a jumbled mess. Spoilers ahead. 

Ahem...

Oh wow we’re really just getting right into it.

Damn, Suletta really loves her mom and sis and doesn’t want them to become even bigger war criminals.

Damn it Laudna, you’re emitting peak incel women hating energy right here. Stop it.

Suletta is officially the best damn pilot of the show, maybe Eri was holding back a bit but still the fact she’s flying through all of Aerial’s bits is something I don’t think even Guel in a gundam could really do.

Somebody else is in the data storm? Oooo our elusive Notrette perhaps?

Oh crap, the Assembly league has a death star. A big one. Annnnd of course those bene gesserit looking bitches are not only saving their own skins but making a play to be the top dogs. Ugh.

Elan 5 a little bit of a badass. 

*Gives gun to Belmira “I could never” (oh come you know you’ve basically killed scores) “I’m not giving a gun to a student.” (Damn it I almost like this guy even though he killed Nadim and basically started this whole mess)

“where did you get a gun?” “Who cares?” LOL

I always knew Haro’s were evil. Always knew it!

Damn Propera hitting them with the “You didn’t think I would change the password?” good villainess shit there.

Damn it Laudna, why do you suck sooo damn bad? Guel just kill his ass, the additional ptsd will be worth it.

Oh damn Guel is gonna die nooooooo not our boy!

*Sees flashback of when Guel met Laudna and Guel was immediately an accepting big brother happy to have a little bro.* Sniff, I’m not crying. Damn bro.

Felsi you goddamn miracle. MVP. Would have bet money one of the brothers was gonna die but nope, not if Felsi had any say in it. Attagirl!

Miorine calling out Prospera’s clear favoritism of Eri over Suletta.

Miorine remembering what I assume is a whole ass genome sequence she learned of yesterday that translates to an I love you from her mother to override Quiet Zero was absolutely baller and she’s got a galaxy brain if there ever was one. 

Damn Bel, way to step up a bit.

Damn Elan5, nice shot.

Miorine basically telling Prospera “I’m marrying your daughter no matter what, we’re gonna be a family. So deal.” Happy Pride month indeed! Love to see it!

Oh crap, here comes the double cross from the bigwigs, they’re a firing the laser!

Eri noo!

Prospera’s mark? What’s going on there?

ERI NOOOOOO!!

Holy crap most of Aerial actually survived that? That Gundam really is built different. But did Eri still die? Is there anything left of her? If not, Prospera’s gonna utterly freaking lose it on somebody. 

Closing thoughts Next episode is called the Final Episode? Huh, feels a little weird to title something that. I doubt this series is gonna get another season (Really wish it would, it’s done pretty damn solid storytelling for the amount going on and the small amount of episodes it has. Though still it definitely could have benefited from more episodes and a little more time to breathe and develop certain plots) 

I mean hopefully maybe it’ll at least get a movie (Gundam 00 did it) or a spinoff at worst (freaking Gundam Seed had like 3 right?) So here’s hoping we get to see more of this Gundam timeline cause damn, they made a solid and fun anime with this one. Last episode I’m almost positive we’re gonna get Delling talking about what exactly happened to Notrette and why he made Quiet Zero (I’m still positive it’s a Gendo Ikari thing, I’ll eat a hat if I’m wrong.) and also, hopefully we’ll finally get to hear wedding bells!! Get the best dresses! Chuchu should be Miorine’s maid of honor and Guel should Suletta’s best man! Don’t @ me.

#gundam witch from mercury #gundam witch spoilers #g witch #suletta mercury #Prospera Mercury #miorine rembran #ericht samaya #Gundam Aerial

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

Rambles about cowboy harry and yn pre babies please

STOP YES I LOVE

as much as I love talking about the cute babies I lvoe talking about just them too 😔 because they are just the sweetest couple

Ugh I feel like I’ve talked about everything I could ever possibly talk about with them

But that is so wrong

Let’s talk about the day y/n finally moved in with him

Because if you don’t know, Harry originally worked around y/n’s fathers farm and was kind of friends with her dad, and that’s how they met

So once the word got out to her family (his family definitely already knew because he wouldn’t shut up about this girl) they were already together for id day about a year

And they were in their early twenties so it was the appropriate time for them to be able to live with each other

So after weeks of convincing y/n finally caved and said she would move in with him

So he drove over to her house in his old truck, loaded all her stuff into his truck and went back to his game so they could start unpacking

“Why did you bring a pillow? You know I’ve got pillows for us.”

“I just liked that one. It’s my favorite.”

“Then you better put that pillow case over this because white is not going to hold up in this house”

And he’s helping unpack obviously because it be rude if he didn’t… but he also likes looking through her stuff because he never really got to do it before

“Awe look, you were so damn cute as a baby. Those chubby cheeks are to die for”

“Put the baby book away”

“Hell no, we’ve gotta get some of these photos into frames.”

“Oh, why didn’t you tell me you have this?”

“Put the nightgown up!”

“But it’s a sexy night gown? You’ve never worn it for me”

“Because we fuck behind my daddy’s barn in the middle of the day”

*silence*

And he would be so excited once she was settled in because she was here, and it wasn’t just a sleepover

“Okay, so since it’s your first night here it kinda feels like a sleepover. Ran to town the other day and got those slimy things you’ve always got on your face on Sunday-“

“Face masks?”

“And I’ve got the notebook on dvd, along with some freshly washed blankets, and popcorn on the stove. Need anything else for a sleepover?”

“Lots of drama and maybe a bored game? Lots of junk food.”

“Well hell, you should’ve told me. I’ve only got monopoly.”

“I mean… that was mainly a joke but I’m down to play.”

And he shoves in the movie and stops her “wait, we’ve got t’get our pajamas on.” And he runs up the stairs all fast and comes back down in just a flannel robe “kay, m’finally ready. Y’comfy?”

And they half ass watch the film but mainly use it as background noise and talk over the film and eat the popcorn he made

And when he grabs the face masks he whines the whole time while she puts it on for him

And then they fall asleep just a little after and harry wakes up at about 3 am and takes her up to their room and tries to be so quiet so he doesn’t wake her

And once they are finally in the flow of living together they have their little routine

Once they get done working at the farm all day they come inside, make dinner together, after dinner they sit together and watch “their” show, whatever new episode is on that week and if it’s the days their show isn’t on then they watch whatever catches their eye, then go upstairs, shower (together if they are in the mood ofc 😢😢) get in pajamas and read a chapter of their books, maybe they are sharing the book depending on what it’s about and they take turns reading it each night and then normally they are asleep

And I think they would always go on walks together down the lawn when Harry had to go water the crops all the way at the end of the property

And if the walks just are just as nice as it was walking down then maybe just maybe Harry can skip checking up on the cow… because they are always fine and y/n needs a little more attention

#the one good part about being a country bumpkin 🤠 #that’s all I’ve got sooo #sorry #cowboy!harry #harry styles

[harrypotter-imaginess]

A/N: I got a tiiiiny bit of power and my first thought was my need for validation through my fanfiction lol. Hope you enjoy!

<This is Part 1!> / Part 2 Here!

- You’re in the middle of a blizzard, reading to pass the time, the power cuts in and out- giving you just enough time to scramble about trying to make your home just warm enough so you don’t freeze to death

- You sigh when it flickers off again, taking a sip from the hot drink you managed to make while you still had electricity

- Eyes turn back to the book in your hands, with the poor cell reception, and lack of television you’ve found the only thing you can bear to do it read and sleep

- Only occasionally withdrawing from both to eat whatever cold meal you can

- You’ve settled on reading the Harry Potter books, easy enough to read, even in your current condition

- The books are waterlogged, in terrible condition, you treated them quite rough when you were a child, though not all the blame is yours

- It’s an eclectic group, some hardcover some paperback, some borrowed from friends and never returned, some you got as a good deal at your local used bookstore

- You smile when you see all the parts with Fred and George are highlighted

- They always were your favorites

- You stiffile a yawn, you’re just getting to a good part-

- But a small rest won’t hurt will it?

- You feel your eyes drift close

- When they open again you’re looking at rolling hills, a wisp of steam curling into your view every so often

- Huh what a nice dream

- You close your eyes again only to feel a sharp sting in your neck that your eyes shoot open

- You don’t feel pain in dreams

- You’re in a train compartment an empty red bench in front of you

- You’re alone, the green hills rolling by outside the window

- You’ve seen this type of scenery before maybe in a movie, or a book-

- It looks a lot like something out of Harry Potter

- Your thoughts come to an abrupt hault, the memories slowly filtering in

- You’re a witch- your parents passed away in the first war, and you were brought up by your muggle godfather

- Don’t be mistaken, this isn’t some unfortunate Harry-Potter orphan story, your god father loved you a lot

- Even though he was a bit of a sl*t, the revolving circus of women that left his room every Sunday was practically your childhood form of television

- You even did a report on it in muggle school, high left several faculty members feeling concerned

- Still he loved you a lot, and he tried to be as honest as he could about your heritage, and your parents

- But well- he was a muggle, there was only so much he could do

- Still, he took you to kings cross himself, taking you to your gringott’s safe where your parents meager savings had increased by ten fold over the years, helping you pick your wand and books

- “Now I can’t go with you onto the platform, so write and let me know when you’ve reached safely alright?” You nodded, as he pulled you into a hug

- “I’m going to miss having you home”

- “But now you can bring women to the flat whenever you want” You were only joking but it makes him sniffle

- “I’d trade all of that to have you at home for just a few more years”

- You only pat his shoulder reassuring him you’ll be back during the holidays

- You had tried your hand at a few spells, but nothing drastic

- You were excited to see what Hogwarts would bring, what you might learn, and the friendships you might build

- You were so excited that you didn’t sleep all night, finally succumbing to a nap when you collapsed in an empty compartment

- And that brings you to the present, where you’re practically sweating buckets in the red bench.

- Okay, so you’re in Harry Potter now- some how

- And yeah, you’ve always kinda wished you could go to Hogwarts-

- But not like this!

- For one every book, like 3 kids die

- Even the cute ones, like Collin Creevey-

- And honestly if a main character like Fred Weasley died, what chance do you have at surviving?

- You’re probably just one of those nothing characters that dies at the battle of Hogwarts- if not sooner

- You look down at your hands

- Not to mention you’re suddenly eleven years old

- How many times did you have a nightmare you suddenly had to go back to middle or high school again because apparently you missed a class?

- Well this is like a nightmare come true

- You look under your shirt, holding the neck out only to sigh

- It’s your body still, you vaguely remember looking like this when you were younger

- But god-

- It’s like a strangers body at this point

- Ugh you don’t have time to think about this

- your goal right now is to survive

- A knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts

- “Change into your robs, we’re getting close” a muffled voice says from the other side and you sigh

- Of course you are

- You sigh as you pull out your plain black wizards robe, almost looks like a graduation gown to be honest

- And that’s the uniform here is it

- Strange

- As you tug on the sleeves you think how you’re going to get out of this

- If you’re right the year is 1990, a year before Harry Potter shows up

- Okay so as far as you know- nothing really happens this year

- You don’t have to worry about all the Pureblood crap because both your parents were wizards, so you’re a half blood at least

- Now it’s all about house-

- If the books are 100% accurate then it’s between Slytherin and Gryffindor, Snape will turn a blind eye to any of your transgressions because of favoritism

- And McGonagall would go to bat for you if the circumstances were unfair

- Still- the Slytherin house seemed problematic what with the old money in that group

- Not all of them were probably like that- just the most prominent characters- you’d really rather not get involved with all that if you could

- And then- Gryffindor was even worse, you might be safe this year, but next year you would be plagued with death flag after death flag- no thanks

- Sprout seems nice enough, but you’re not too sure about that common room, in the dungeons- hard pass

- That leaves Ravenclaw, Flitwick seems nice enough, and the dorms are in a Ravenclaw tower

- Luna Lovegood will be there soon, and well, that could be pretty fun

- So you’ll try for Ravenclaw you think- pulling on your bag and joining the horde of students

- You’re about to join the other first years when you feel a tug on your bag.

- You turn towards the feeling to see two identical boys, a splatter of freckles across their nose, and flaming red hair

- “Are you (Y/N) (L/N)?” The taller of the two asks, a grin curled onto his lips, and his eyes full of stars

- You only nod

- They’re both looking at you like they’ve just seen a movie star and you can’t figure out why

- You’re only eleven years old after all, what could you have possibly done?

- “Was you Mum-“ the shorter starts

- “Was she the famous auror?” The other finishes

- Ah- of course

- Your mother was indeed a famous war hero, known for her noble efforts during the war

- Your god father had told you that at least

- “I’m George, and this is Fred” the shorter - George- says jerking his thumb to his twin

- Oh

- So they’re Fred and George Weasley?!?!

- Honestly you should have known by the red hair

- You can’t believe you’re meeting some of your favorite characters

- You stick your hand out, hoping it’s not too sweaty

- “(Y/N),” you say, “but you already knew that”

- George grins as he takes your hand first, with Fred repeating the motion

- “What house do ya think you’ll go to?” Fred asks

- “We hope you’re aiming for Gryffindor” George adds with a sly grin

- You can feel your face warming up under their gaze

- Alright- change of plan- you’ll try to get into Gryffindor so you can be friends with George and Fred

- It’ll be a little risky, but until the end they weren’t really in any of the serious adventures.

- Besides maybe if you hang out with them, you can save Fred near the end

- “Maybe” you smile at them, hearing a voice call your name for a carriage

- “See you around!” You wave goodbye, stepping into you assigned carriage with a group of other first years

- It’s sort of a mismatch, you don’t quite recognize anyone in here

- Than again the children an age above Harry were never really mentioned

- “Ugh I can’t believe my glasses broke, what rotten luck” a girl besides you says- you turn to see a girl with long dark hair, fiddling with a pair of broken glasses in her hands

- “Ah here, can I?” You ask, holding out your hand, and the girl wordlessly hands you her glasses

- Your murmur a spell and watch as the metal expands curling until it wraps around the broken edge, resembling intertwined vines

- “It’s not the best, but it’ll do for now”

- It’s only when you look up to hand the girl back her glasses that you notice everyone’s watching you

- “How did you do that?” A boy asks, and you shrug

- “Oh well I just said the incantation-“

- “I’ve never heard that one before” another girl murmurs

- You shrug again

- “Anything can be an incarnation of you just put enough feeling into it right?”

- The children clamor at you all at once

- It turns out the two girls were Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott- both Hufflepuff’s if you remember correctly

- Guess they were a year older than Harry in this world

- And then the boy is Blaise Zambini

- You know in the books he’s in a morally Grey area at best.

- “So like this?” He asks and you shake your head

- “You have to put your wrist into it more”

- But now, as he’s begging you to teach him the repairing charm that you cast, all you see is a little boy who wants to learn

- Change of plans, if you get into Slytherin maybe you can watch over Blaise and be his best friend

- That way he won’t get all mixed up in that Death Eater crap

- Maybe you can even get him onto your side, make a coven of witches and wizards and do some non-alignment stuff during the war

- You’re all gathered in the hall, answering a roll call from a rather lithe and strict woman- professor McGonagall no doubt

- After that you’re left waiting, and feeling somewhat bored, and somewhat like you may have had too much pumpkin juice- you hobble off into the corridor looking for a bathroom

- “Hurry back I think we’re about to go into the sorting ceremony” Blaise says and you nod

- You do not, in fact, hurry back

- Because after relieving yourself- you are incredibly lost

- It doesn’t help that all the portraits keep on shuffling around, or that all the corridors here look equally dark

- It’s only on your third time around the portrait of a woman eating an apple do you see what appears to be a person

- “What are you doing in the corridor?” As you come closer you realize it’s a boy, a yellow and black striped tie around his neck. “Shouldn’t you be at the feast?”

- He’s quite pretty, with thick brown hair and rosy cheeks

- “I went to the bathroom and got lost,” you hear him murmur first year and raise an eyebrow “What’s your excuse?”

- He lets out a laugh, running a hand through his hair

- “That’s fair,” he admits. And then after a moment he says:

- “I’m hiding”

- Your eyebrows thread together

- “Like from a crazy ex lover or..?”

- He laughs again, shaking his head

- “No, from my professor.” And then after a moment, before you can ask ‘is it because you’re having an affair with them’ he says:

- “They want me to be prefect for my house next year, and I don’t know how I feel about that”

- You let that sink in,

- “I know I should do it- it would give me an opportunity to represent my house, and look out for all my friends, and I’m sure my dad would be awfully proud but-“

- But it’s a lot of responsibility

- You get it.

- You sit beside him on the floor

- “You should do it-“ and before he can give a reason why you say:

- “You would get your own bathroom and I think that means a lot in a place like this”

- He laughs again, only this time the laugh leaves in loud gaffs, somehow you feel like this is the first real laugh the boy has shown you

- “I’ve heard a lot of reasons, but having my own bathroom is definitely a first”

- He looks at you in a way that makes your hair stand on end and your skin feel hot.

- “I’m Cedric, Cedric Diggory.” He says with an extended hand

- Ah, so this is pretty boy Diggory.

- He does kinda look like a young Robert Pattinson to be honest

- You take his hand in yours giving a firm shake

- “ (Y/N) (L/N) “ and you see his eyebrows shoot up

- “ (L/N) like the-“

- “ Yeah that’s my mum, the famous Auror”

- Cedric’s mouth curls up in a lopsided grin

- “I was going to say inventor- the inventor for the portable infinity box”

- Ah yes, your dad was an inventor. You didn’t know much about it though. Just that his inventions had left you a small fortune

- “My parents were both pretty remarkable huh?”

- And even though they’re not really your parents, and this isn’t really your body, you feel a little sad thinking about them.

- Before you can give Cedric a chance to offer his condolences, you stand up brushing off your robe.

- “We’ll come on Mr. Prefect in the making, show me to where I’m to be sorted” you say with a wave of a hand

- He grins

- “As you wish”

- Maybe being in Hufflepuff wouldn’t be so bad,

- and if you can manage to get close to Cedric, maybe he’ll let you use the prefects bathroom

- Huh, that does sound enticing

- Okay change of plans, you’ll get into Hufflepuff

- For the nice bathroom privileges

- When you get into the hall you feel all eyes turn to look to you

- And even though you’re an adult, you feel awfully embarrassed

- “If you get in Hufflepuff let’s get a butterbeer to celebrate, my treat..” Cedric whispers in your ear, and you catch a glimpse of the lopsided grin curled onto his face before he pushes you forward towards the group of first years

- Your face still feels hot when your name gets called

- You gulp as you move towards the chair

- Well it’s do or die- and you don’t plan on dying here

- You gulp again as the cold wood presses against your thighs as you take a seat

- All you have to do is ask for it to put you in -

- Wait

- What house were you aiming for again?

- Logic dictates Ravenclaw, it’s your best chance-

- But well, you’ve always wanted to be friends with Fred and George it just seems like so much fun

- And then, Slytherin’s not so bad, it would be nice if you could change peoples opinions about that house

- Oh and Hufflepuff might be nice too, you would have someone to look out for you- and you in turn can look out for others like Susan and Hannah

- And so it seems you’ve made peace, no matter which house the hat chooses, you’re happy with the outcome because there’s good and bad in all of them

- These things aren’t one dimensional, they nuanced. And that’s okay

- You feel the hat place on your head, and several long moments of silence pass

- .

- ..

- ...

- ....

- Shouldn’t something be happening by now?

- Like at least whispers in your ear from the hat or something right?

- “I-“ it finally chokes out

- Ah good a decision

- Well what’s your future going to be like?

- “I don’t know” the hat finally sputters, a collective gasp filling the room

- You drop your face into your hands, as small murmurs begin to spread through the tables

- “F*ck me” you mumble

#harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter preferences #harry james potter #harry potter reader insert #Harry Potter x reader #George Weasley x reader #George Weasley imagine #fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #Fred Weasley imagine #Cedric Diggory imagine #cedric diggory x you #Cedric Diggory x reader #Draco Malfoy imagine #Draco Malfoy x reader

[yostresswritinggirl]

Genshin Impact Prompt List

Made by yostresswritinggirl

Public Domain Post again! I made this because I realized that I haven't seen a drabble list that's compliant to the game's universe, however some of these lines can also be generalized! I will NOT write for this, I just made this for everyone who wants to try it out, and it was really fun to make! List is 103 lines long, go wild!

"You knew we were going to Dragonspine, now your ass is freezing."

"The milelith won't like this."

"The Knights of Favonius won't like this."

"The Fatui would have liked this."

"Is there perhaps a discount in Wangsheng Funeral Parlor?"

"Sir/Ma'am, I'm gonna need to see your gliding license."

"The statue looks kinda hot."

"Where can I buy Fatui wear?"

"Where can I buy Abyss Mage wear?"

"It hurts I know, but have you eaten a raw Jueyen chili before?"

"Paimon is being stupid again."

"I don't think the Ruin Guard wants to be friends."

"In terms of Mora, we have Childe."

"They're turning you into a furry, it's concerning."

"Let me ask the stars— the stars said no."

"If we throw hard enough, we can probably hit Celestia."

"This is the sixth time I saw you fell off Barbatos' statue and it's getting concerning."

"You're telling me this feather will make me powerful?"

"It's been three months, when will you stop challenging the Oceanid?"

"That's pretty high, you think I'll die from that height?"

"Come on now, they're just taking a break..."

"Pick a god and start praying."

"I'd know that hair from anywhere!"

"So, about that economic crisis..."

"Hey, have you been to that 'perfume shop' before?"

"I actually don't drink tea."

"Does coffee even exist here?"

"Timmie's birds make the best Sweet Madame!"

"Olah!" [Hello in Hilichurlian]

"Hm, I wanna adopt one of those." "THOSE can kill you, by the way."

"Woah, cool weapon, can I have it?"

"Sir/Ma'am, this is strictly a no diving zone."

"I haven't seen green grass in ages..."

"Please answer honestly, is this genocide?"

"Never thought flower-picking would end up like this."

"This commission is not worth the mora it offers."

"There are no explicit laws against it, but this feels weirdly illegal."

"I don't think Katheryne wants to give me any more commissions."

"Nothing like a delicious Hilichurl camp-cooked meal!"

"So you're homeless?"

"Does being chased by guards count me in as a criminal?"

"This sign can't stop me, I don't understand Teyvat language!"

"I think I'm too stupid for this puzzle."

"How many artifacts do I have to get before I'm considered part of the Treasure Hoarders?"

"I need me a pocket Barbara."

"I know that cough from anywhere, that's definitely ____!"

"That bastard." "Yeah but which one?" "THE bastard."

"You know it actually doesn't taste that bad— *proceeds to vomit*"

"Since when was the last time you took a shower?"

"I'm pretty sure this is crossing borderline masochist territory."

"I don't like the sight of red snow."

"I don't think this is part of the prophecy."

"You ever look at something and think, how much Mora would that cost?"

"There's too many pretty wo/men around here."

"You have no idea how books can cause murder in this continent."

"You need a break, we all need a break, please take a break."

"My subordinates aren't home." "I'm on my way."

"May all the seven archons forgive me for what I'm about to do."

"I don't really know what's happening, but if it involves you, it's probably not good."

"You wouldn't want to anger the God of Contracts now, would you?"

"I'm gonna need a shot of fire-water for this..."

"You're telling me THIS is edible?"

"You're telling me S/HE'S not sus?!"

"You are dripping hella suspicious energy, maam/sir."

"God, I wanna be manhandled."

"I'm gonna climb that."

"Please don't climb that."

"I want to come out of this alive, thanks."

"You're too hot to be single, what is this sorcery?"

"You can't say aesthetic to everything."

"I'm from another world, these laws don't apply to me!"

"I'd appreciate it if you don't scream honeybun in public."

"Think of what _____ would say!" "They'd probably say I don't care."

"Would being an atheist prevent me from receiving a Vision?"

"Ewww, a (weapon) user?"

"I'm gonna need you to do social distancing, about 100 meters away from me."

"Where's a restraining order when you need one?"

"Ohh." "Ohh?" "Rock." "Rock?" "Shiny rock."

"I would like to dedicate this song to my dearest friend." *screams*

"Awwe, you scared them away." "I think you did that yourself."

"I can hear them, the Gods." "What do they say?" "That you need to shut up."

"I wonder how it's like to be eaten whole by a slime."

"I don't think bandages is an appropriate date attire."

"There's this annoying pain at my side. My right side. Right next to me. This pain right here."

"How can one be THIS broke?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but s/he's right for once."

"This nation sucks, I'm leaving."

"You can't arrest me, this is the City of Freedom!"

"I can't even pick a meal myself and now you're making me choose between these hot wo/men?!"

"In my world, we call this a not-poggers moment."

"I never knew fishing could be competitive."

"You're too cold for your Vision."

"You're too hot for your Vision."

"Ugh, why can't this happen on a Sunday?"

"Which innocent bystander did you steal this from?"

"This team needs a power cheer."

"I'm so mad, I'd fight gods!"

"That Hilichurl is looking at me not nicely."

"THIS is why you're under MY supervision."

"There's a thing called ignorance and you're abusing the heck outta it."

"No amount of painkillers can relieve me from the headache that is you."

"And you said we're just here to PICK flowers."

"I know where this is going, and it's going somewhere I don't like."

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact imagines #exile.circlet #no idea what to put #oh yeah #public domain

[george-mackay-macfine]

Lets Play A Game - CH.2

Chapter 2 of let's play a game. Imagine who you wish as Jude.

“Okay, well, if we’re going to do this, we need rules.”

“Rules?”

“Rules.” I pushed the heavy-bodied oaf off me and stood up, “You know, like the Geneva contract….”

“This isn’t a world war, Edwards.”

“Oh really?” I spun on my heel, “Because I’m treating it as war.” I motioned between the two of us, “If I’m going to be playing dirty with the enemy, then I need to make sure there are no casualties, apart from you, of course.” I dipped my head to the side, sending him a cheeky smirk.

“Fine,” He rolled his eyes. “We’ll make some rules then.”

“Okay, first rule.”

“No one but us get’s to know about the game,” He pointed at me. “No mothers, no friends, no one.”

“Like I’d want anyone to know I was doing anything with you.” I agreed. “PDA?”

“Obviously,” He rolled his eyes. “No one will believe we’re dating if we don’t show some PDA.”

“Right, sorry, I forgot I was dealing with a man whore.” I threw at him. “Handholding.”

“Scared you’ll get cooties.” I shot him a glare. “Kissing.”

“Ugh,” I shrivelled my nose in disgust. “If we must,”

“You liked it.”

“No, not really.” He sat forward, his elbows resting on his knees. The feeling of his eyes on me began to make my chest feel warm.

“Then why are you still here, in my shirt, this close to falling back into my bed.”

“I’m not close to ‘falling back into your bed’, Hastings.”

“Oh really?” His hand grabbed at the bottom of his shirt, pulling me greedily towards him.

“I don’t have time for this again. I have to go.” The skin of his knuckles brushed the skin of my thighs as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

“C’mon Edwards. Admit it, you like this.” His fingers pushed up the shirt again, causing a sharp intake of breath from me. “And that.” He looked up at me through his eyelashes. “Shows me just how much you want me.”

“For God’s sake, Hastings. You’re insane.” My hands gripped onto his wrists fruitlessly, trying to stop him. “I have to leave.” In an instant, his hands had reached around my thighs and pulled me down onto his lap. His right hand rested on the curve of my ass—his left hand wandering up underneath his shirt, running along the skin of my stomach.

And when he looked at me with his stupid lips twisting into that cunning smirk. Dear God. If only his personality matched how attractive he was.

“You really want to leave?” I looked up to the ceiling, averting my eyes, so I didn’t make any more mistakes. “Stop me touching you, in the same way I was touching you last night” His hands went to the button on my pants, fiddling with it. “Admit it, I already know exactly what you like, Darcy.” His hand returned to my shirt, pushing the material upwards. I felt his lips on my skin next. Kissing along the exposed flesh. “There’s still one rule we need to decide on.”

“Mhhm.” Oh god, his hands touching me felt like it left a trail of fire in its wake, and maybe if I just pretend it was someone else, maybe Chris Evans, I could let this happen again.

“Sex,”

“What.”

“Sex, Will we have it through this little game?”

“God no,”

“Oh, come on. Tell me you don’t want it,” He whispered against my skin. I shook my head, biting my lip, hands going to his shoulders, holding on for dear life. “I need you to tell me.”

“I have to go,” I pulled my head down from the clouds and pushed him away. He fell back onto the bed with an exasperated huff. “I have brunch with my parents, and thanks to some cocky asshole, I’m going to have to sit through it without underwear.”

“Well, I’m going to have to get through today without my favourite shirt, So we’ll call it even.”

“You poor baby,” I straightened the jacket. “I hope you don’t die without it.” I walked towards the door, stopping just shy of it turning back to look at him. “Or, ya know… you can… do whatever suits you best, really.” I stepped through the threshold out into the unfamiliar hallway. “Shit,”

“Lost?” His ever so irritating voice whispered in my ear after I stood a moment, deciding what way to go.

“Of course not,”

“Then lead the way to the door, Honey.” I turned to face him at the nickname. He was still shirtless, now a pair of tracksuit bottoms covering his lower half.

“Honey?” He grinned, both top and bottom teeth on display, leaning back casually on the doorframe as he watched me. “That’s the nickname your going with? Really?”

“What?” He laughed, and God, he’d always had the kind of laugh that made you want to laugh with him. “I’m trying it out.”

“Try another one.” I looked left then to the right, trying to recollect what way Hastings had pulled me from last night.

“Need help?”

“No.” I stepped forward, then spun to the left, taking a tentative step forward, stopping when he cleared his throat. I turned to face him. His head shook no. “Mother ducker.” I muttered, spinning on my heel and walking back past him.

“You could have just asked for directions,”

“Shut up.” I growled as I stormed down the hallway and out into the living room. Surprisingly it was cleaner than I’d ever expected from Jude Hastings. “Have you seen my purse?”

“Hanging on the doorknob.”

“Great,” I walked to the door, grabbing the black shoulder bag I’d spent my morning looking for all over his bedroom. “Well,” I turned to look at my own personal demon. “This has been a ride…” A dirty smile broke out on his face. “Stop it.” I rolled my eyes.

“I’ll call you,”

“You don’t have my number,”

“Are you sure about that?”

“If you do have it,” I took a deep breath, pulling the door open. “Lose it.”

“Backing out already?”

“Never!” I shut the door behind me, ending the conversation. “What is wrong with me.” I muttered to myself as I began the walk to the cafe.

I had just agreed to potentially - doubtfully - fall in love with Jude Hastings, my mortal enemy. It may be dramatic, but he was the absolute worst, at least whenever he opens his mouth. Maybe I can just put a bag over his personality and gag him… then I would happily reinstigate what happened last night. Can you bag someone’s personality?

Not important right now, Darcy.

I had to formulate a plan, a way to make Hastings fall in love with me so I could crush his heart in my hands. A quick google as I walked told me most of what I already knew.

THE EASY FAULT FREE SIX STEPS TO MAKE YOUR WORST

NIGHTMARE FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU!!

A dissertation by Darcy Alice Edwards

1. Maintain eye contact.

This was already a problem for me. Looking into Jude Hastings eyes for too long was known to induce nausea.

2. Be interested in who they are as a person and listen to everything they have to say.

Another problem for me, as I wasn’t interested in anything he had to say or anything he was interested in. Not only that, but the sound of his voice was often like the sound of nails on a chalkboard for me.

3. Make them feel appreciated and special.

Make Jude Hastings feel appreciated. How can I even manage to do this with a straight face?

4. Smile a lot.

This one maybe I could do. If I think of happy thoughts and pretend it was anyone but Hastings.

5. Embrace what the other person is most passionate about.

For Jude, this was beer pong and margaritas. I could embrace them.

6. Touch them more often.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

“Darcy, sweetheart, there you are.” The high pitched tone of my moms’ voice broke me from my research. She and my father sat at a table by the front door. The pair of them had a half-drunk coffee in front of them. Crap, they’ve been waiting, and by the frown lines on my mom’s face, it was longer than five minutes. “We’re been waiting for you.” There it was, three seconds into brunch, and she was already chastising me.

“Sorry,” I pushed my phone into my back pocket and took a seat across from her and my father. “Hi Dad,”

“Hi kitten,” Out of my two parents, my dad had always been my favourite. When my mom was harsh, my dad was kind. When mom drilled into me about my life, my dad made sure I felt loved. He was always the one to parent me, not just order me around.

“You couldn’t have dressed nicer for Sunday brunch?” Mom looked over Hastings crinkled shirt with an upturned nose. “What will people think?”

“Can I please order a mimosa.” I grabbed the nearby waitress with a pleading smile. “I’m sure they’ll think there’s Darcy Edwards.”

“Drinking already?”

“Extra champagne.” I called after the waitress.

“Darcy…”

“So what are we thinking of getting.” I ignored my mothers’ warning tone, picking up the menu. “Egg’s sound good.”

“I had the eggs last time. They were good.” Dad added. “I think I’ll have sausage and eggs, maybe some bacon.”

“Bacon sounds good.”

“You need to watch your cholesterol.” I was vaguely paying attention as my parents began to argue about my father can and can’t eat, but mostly I was dying for the mimosa to hurry up and arrive,

“There you are.”

“I don’t know if I want eggs anymore, maybe pancakes.” I muttered, poking the page with my finger. Syrup soaked pancakes did sound amazing right now, or maybe waffles.

“Baby,”

“Jude?” My head snapped up at the mention of his name. Standing beside me was Hastings dressed in his police uniform. “What are you doing here, sweetheart?” It was totally the man in uniform kink making my heart rate spike, not just Jude Hastings in a uniform.

“I just came to drop this off to Darcy.” He waved my wallet in the air. “She left it in my apartment when she rushed off this morning.”

“Oh, is that right?” Jude Hastings, you dirty dog. “Why don’t you join us for breakfast, Jude?” Mom smiled happily at him, she’d always loved him.

“He can’t-“

“I’d love to.” The seat was pulled out roughly, and his body flopped into the chair, his arm coming to rest on my shoulders. I turned to look at him. He was smirking. Of course, he was. “Hi.” He leaned in and kissed my lips.

“So.” I could hear the smile in my mom’s voice. “When did this all happen?”

“Two months ago.” I blurted, looking at Hastings’s eyes. “Right, Jude.”

“Yeah.” He nodded, turning to my parents. “We ran into each other one night at a bar, and we began talking, like civilised adults, finally, and it just started from there.” He shrugged as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

“And you didn’t tell me, Darcy?” I heard the edge on my mothers’ voice, oh boy. I was in big trouble.

“Well, we wanted to see exactly where things were going before we announced it to the whole town.”

I honestly believed that half the town would roll over and die when they find out Jude Hastings and Darcy Edwards were ‘dating’. Considering we’d nearly pulled the town apart with our pranks.

“Given our history,” Hastings added.

“Well, I think it’s wonderful.” My dad smiled at us. “You know I’ve always liked you, Jude.”

“Thank you, sir,”

“Kiss arse,” I let out under my breath.

“What was that sweetheart,” Hastings looked down at me with that fucking shit-eating grin.

“I said how sweet.”

“Mimosa,” The waitress reappeared.

“Please.” I held up my hand partly, mouth practically salivating at the idea of my alcohol in my bloodstream helping me get through this brunch. “Thank you.” I smiled as she placed the champagne flute in front of me.

“Mimosa, huh.” Hastings’s voice sounded teasing, but I knew him well enough to know this was no innocent observation. “You’d think she’d had enough to drink last night.”

“You went out last night?” My mother’s eyebrows shot up before a look of displeasure replaced the shock. “Is that why you’re dressed so…” We reached this part of breakfast quicker than I thought we would. Sit back, ladies and gents, the shows about the start. Act one; My mother judging my life choices as if I hadn’t been of legal age for the last six years.

“So what? Mother?” I picked up the flute and sat back in my chair, waiting for my mother to go off about my appearance.

“Messily.”

“No.” I deadpanned. “I’m dressed so messily because I was up early grading papers for my fourth-grade class.”

“Darcy, you surely don’t believe that I would believe-“

“It’s true. Darcy was up around dawn and began working.” As soon as my mother heard Hastings testimony for my ragged appearance, she sat back in her seat, a sweet smile replacing the devil horns.

Classic mom, always willing to believe the perfect Jude Hastings.

Speaking of the demon man himself. I don’t know if Hastings saved me because he felt terrible for the verbal ass-whooping my mother was about to give me or because he wanted to hold it over my head at a later date.

Probably the second one.

“See,” I took a long swig of the mimosa and looked at dad. “What are you getting, dad?”

“Waffles,” He smiled widely. God, he was a good man to put up with both my mother and I’s fighting. “With a side of fruit salad.”

“Sounds delicious.” I felt Hastings fingers fiddle and tap on the back of the chair, occasionally brushing my skin as they moved. “Mrs. Edwards, what are you going to get?”

I ignored the polite conversation trying to fight the feeling of nausea in my stomach as I watched my parents interact with Hastings and him with them. He was good at this, a borderline professional, but then again, what could you expect from a man who’d had more girlfriends than Keeping up with the Kardashians had seasons. I swear, in high school, it was like he had a new girl every week. I thought it was going to end up a category in our yearbook.

Most Girlfriends in a single year: Jude Hastings.

“Babe, your mother asked you a question.” His shoulder nudged mine, breaking me from my daze.

“I’m sorry, I was reading.” I looked between the demon and my mother. “What were you saying?”

“I was saying, sweetheart, that perhaps we should go out to dinner with the Hastings soon, all of us together to celebrate you and Jude finally getting over that childhood tiff of yours.”

“Yeah, sounds great.” I mumbled, picking up the champagne flute.

“Wonderful,” My mother clapped her hands excitedly. “I’ll call Francine.”

“She’ll be excited to hear from you.”

“How’s work, Jude?” My dad distracted Hastings, pulling him into a conversation, only this allowed Hastings to work his dark magic in seducing them into thinking he was a good person.

He wasn’t. No way.

As I listened to my parents both fawn over him, I had one goal in mind. Make him fall in love with me so hard I can watch him crash and burn in a flaming pit of fire, and I will go down in history as the one girl who broke Jude Hastings heart.

#george mackay #George Mackay imagine #Ben Hardy #ben hardy imagine #Dylan O'brien #dylan o'brian imagine #Dylan O'brien imagine #calahan skogman #Calahan Skogman Imagine #Harry Styles #Harry Styles imagine

[pebblysand]

[THOUGHTS ON PEAKY BLINDERS, EPISODE 4 - SERIES 6, “SAPPHIRE”]

in no particular order, just as i’ve had them (but i've tried to organise a bit). obviously, spoilers ahead. if you missed my recaps of the previous episodes, see ep1, ep2, ep 3.

first off, i have to start this by saying i didn’t really want to watch this episode. i couldn’t watch it live on sunday and voluntarily waited until after work on monday to watch. i could say this is because i wanted to actually have time to sit with it, digest, etc. but i also have to acknowledge the fact that last week, I Just Couldn’t Wait. i knew this week was going to be depressing af, and ugh, i didn’t really want to watch it. this is not really about the episode itself, but i reckon it’s worth noting.

ON RUBY’S FUNERAL:

i still can’t believe ruby’s dead. rip.

i don’t know how i feel about the funeral. i loved how unreadable tommy was. also, god, arthur turning down tommy’s request to read the words… it would have been heartbreaking if it hadn’t been so clear that tommy was very capable of reading the words, that arthur was clearly incapable of reading them, and that still tommy asked him to, as though to rub it in his face, even tacking on that ‘you’re the eldest’ pressure. there’s always been such a toxic and manipulative tone with his relationship to arthur - it feels like a decades-old sibling rivalry, like tommy can’t even help himself but fucking with arthur’s head, even at his own daughter’s funeral.

‘we could have afforded a golden carriage but gold doesn’t work, that was the last lesson ruby taught us.’ - yeah, i called this last week. the ‘man tommy can’t defeat’ is not a man, it’s all the stuff you can’t control with money or power - namely health. (more on that later i suppose 😭😭)

‘we will make it peaceful and honest and good and send it back down the river better than it was.’ - i appreciate stephen knight’s arc is the redemption!tommy arc but god, do i personally not care.

as always, the sound work in this series, and particularly s6, is incredible. as i’ve said before, s6 has a bit lacking in terms of the ‘signature’ peaky music (which is obviously intentional and sets this season - and the previous one - apart for their general darkness), but the rest of the sound work remains stellar. that funeral scene: the silence, the background wind, the contrast with lizzie’s screams - i once ventured onto google scholar to see what academic papers had been written about peaky (i know, i’m weird) and most of them are film school papers about sound - i definitely can understand why. absolute chef’s kiss.

this being said, tommy is of course the Worst Husband Ever.

ON THE GYPSY CAMP:

the only thing i’ll say about that gypsy camp scene is that all those i’ve seen complaining about the lack of violence/kill count this season have been heard 😆

oh also, i think even tommy, at this point, knows there was no curse. it’s just something/someone to blame. killing these people doesn’t make him feel better/avenged, does it?😔 plus, if it really is a curse, why are you researching cures to consumption, tommy? are all of these children who die every year also cursed? please.

*singsongs* Esmee Is Full Of Shite And This Is Where You Have Heard It First 🎵 (no really, if there is a secret son we’ve never heard about that he reckons can “replace” ruby i will SCREAM).

ON LIZZIE/TOMMY:

i loved the first scene between them when he tries to justify his actions. tommy yells about stepping off the boat, etc. and he’s like: ‘DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!?!’ i thought this was an incredibly powerful scene because of course, no, she doesn’t understand. no one does. half of what he thinks doesn’t make sense anymore and obviously, the reason why becomes clear at the end of the episode. but, in the meantime, i just really loved the way stephen knight is showing tommy gradually losing it without actually telling us he is, it’s absolutely brilliant. there is so much trust put in the viewer in this show. to be like: you used to trust this character, this used to be a very reliable and logical character, but now we’re going to show you all of these details that don’t line up with who he used to be, and trust you to understand what is going on under the surface. it’s such powerful writing and such a risk to take in the unreliability of their main character who used to be very reliable, i’m honestly is awe. and the great thing is that it worked because a lot of us predicted tommy’s brain “tumour” situation.

also, when lizzie says ‘you are beyond the help of doctors.’ jesus christ the easter egg. 💔

i also wrote this in my notes while watching: ‘this season has lots of vibes of stephen knight sitting by himself, talking to himself about himself for waaaay too long during lockdown.’ i stand by this comment.

ON ARTHUR&TOMMY:

man, i thought this was going to be The Moment. My Moment. i thought this was going to be when my theory was finally, finally going to become FACT re: arthur being the black cat last season. i think i held my breath the entire time. i was ready to scream: i fucking knew it!!!! but then it didn’t happen. 😡 now i genuinely think they just forgot about the black cat question lol. finn is apparently back next episode so at least maybe we’ll get confirmation the billy thing was real, though that is so unsatisfying.

i would say that this arthur&tommy scene was a cute scene, with all the childhood memories and the brotherly feels. that it seemed to come full circle on that famous quote from s1e1 ‘i think, so that you don’t have to,’ reaffirming that all these years later that arthur never actually wanted to be lead (always wanted tommy to ‘win’) but honestly, i don’t know. tommy is so manipulative with arthur. the way he tells the story about them fighting, then gaslights arthur about who won, then comes back on it in the end, it’s like a domestic abuse relationship pattern, constantly alternating between the good and the bad, the baton and the reward… then, asking him to go sober because ‘the family needs you’ 🙄, pulling just the right strings, so that he feels even worse when he inevitably fails. honestly, if i’m right and arthur was the rat last season, tommy deserved it. i think deep down tommy knows he deserved it.

tommy getting back on the booze was predictable but sad.

‘i stumbled and crashed. now, i’m sat on me arse in the ground like a fucking tunneler’ - what a great quote.

‘i’ll change the fucking world’ - will you, though, tom?

ON CHARLES:

that whole scene 💔.

i thought it was super interesting, btw, that tommy said ‘go see your mum,’ talking about lizzie. has he ever referred to lizzie as charles’s “mum” before? in s4, when tommy grabs grace’s portrait with him before fleeing the house, charles definitely still says ‘mum’ or ‘mama,’ when referring to grace. i think this is super interesting, especially considering the scene that comes after this one, with the ira woman’s song (more on that below).

i also wanted to comment on what a lot of people have been saying about charlie getting less love/attention from tommy than ruby. first, i’m not sure that’s true - ruby was literally scared of tommy last season, so i can’t imagine he really was a good father to either of them. but also, if that is the case, i wonder if that’s because he can’t really look at charlie without thinking of grace. which, don’t get me wrong, is really sad for charlie but it may be an explanation.

also, frances: ‘if someone touches you, you won’t shatter’ – well, isn’t the bar fucking low this season? i mean, this quote has been all over tumblr the past couple of days, of course it’s incredible. everyone knows it, and as a writer myself, i can tell you that so does stephen knight.

ON ‘BUSINESS’:

mosley continues to only be terrifying in reference to diana who is absolutely horrifying. he tries to one-up her all the time and still, she’s always worse. considering how much mosley made my blood boil last season already, her character is a real feat.

also, for the record, i was a bit of an idiot and kept thinking: what rebel song is she going to sing? the whole time we were waiting. and then, she started to sing i fucking SCREAMED. and, above all, what i particularly adored about this scene was how nothing was said. i love how layered the writing is in this show, how much the viewers are trusted, but also how there is room for everyone else. because, if you’re just a casual fan of peaky, you probably watched this like: ‘cool, here’s a creepy song and a bunch of creepy people.’ but then if you recognised the song… the darkness in tommy, him calling lizzie charles’ mum earlier… how gorgeously heartbreaking. and, if you push the comparison further, i think it’s interesting how dark the lighting in this scene was, especially over tommy, compared to that scene in s1. this is a very dark/sad moment both in s1 and s6 and yet, s1 is so much lighter and brighter than this series. the lights at the garrison are so unbearably bright on drunk!tommy, much too bright for a pub, and his presence is so blindingly strong and there. now, in the middle of his house, you can barely see him. like he’s slowly disappearing (which, he is). 💔

ada is still my queen and karl is definitely not living up to his namesake 😫😫

arthur looking for drugs was just… i don’t know what to say at this point. for the record, i don’t know if tommy did or didn’t beat him too hard but fair enough it is 100% his fault that arthur is this fucked up regardless.

lizzie and the horse. she’s not here anymore 🥺

tommy got boston - interesting that he’s probs gonna give it to alfie anyway.

i know the typewriter scene was meant as a throwback to lizzie/tommy beginnings (just like the ‘black velvet band’ song was a throwback to grace) but why on earth would tommy shelby write his own mail? this bugged me. he must have secretaries who can do this lol.

i love that they let cillian’s hair grow a bit this season cause his hair is a bit white and i love that subtle sign of tommy getting older.

gina is fucking mosley - who is surprised? not me. gina is pathetic at this stage.

ON THE ENDING:

tommy telling the doctor: ‘you want tea? you look like death.’ i mean, he kind of is death in a way.

i don’t know how i feel about tommy’s brain tumour. i obviously adored the scene, it’s obviously an acting masterclass, the way tommy accepts the news, keeps it all in, the ‘give me a number’ in front of lizzie - it was absolutely heartbreaking and incredible. the guys on the peaky blinders podcast said that it was great that tommy finally ‘had an out,’ that finally, at the end of the show, he would be allowed to “pass.” i do like that conclusion, but i’d like to state that he’ll be “passing” in the Worst Way Possible, needing around him ‘people who love [him] very much’ (what a horrible way to say it) and losing his brain little by little. it is so heartbreaking when you know how much value and power his intellect had and what it could do. and now it’s just slowly slipping away without him being able to do anything. and, the worst part is, he can feel it, knows it, which is clearly why he didn’t want to go to the doctor’s in the first place. thinking about last week’s episode, and ada being called ‘the smart one’ … tommy’s started hallucinating, having seizures, losing his grip on reality and rationality, which was so essential to his character. as i said, we’re live-watching tommy shelby slowly disappearing. it’s painfully realistic, and yet so horrific. the guys at the podcast said a good summary of this episode would have been ‘everyone is sad’ and i completely agree. when you think all he asks lizzie for is ‘a minute to [himself]…’ i don’t know if this stephen knight trying to remind us that tommy isn’t a good guy even though he have sickeningly grown to love him, and that he needs to “pay” for his sins but he is now paying in the worst way. i am utterly heartbroken for him.

also, honestly, who even ‘loves him very much’ at this stage? i don’t want to suggest the worst but i’m scared he’ll die alone like michael corleone (see more below).

i also hate to say this but when did he get that tuberculoma? because he already had it on the boat back, but was ruby even sick when he left? i haven’t dared look at how contagious the early stages of tuberculoma are cause i’m afraid he’s the one who gave tb to ruby actually. can you imagine?

i’m getting more and more convinced that michael will take over. the similarities with the godfather at this point are just too much: the death of a daughter, vitto corleone dying of a medical condition rather than getting shot, michael corleone dying alone, submerged with grief… i hate to say it but i do think this is where we’re heading and god, i really hope michael doesn’t disappoint. i really liked him in s2-4 and i think if he can sit down and think for a bit, he can do great things. better than bloody duke shelby, 😆. also, that would tie in nicely with polly’s prediction which would be both right and wrong, and the leitmotiv of her “voiceover” this season.

lastly, i wanted to mention this great post which i reblogged yesterday about peaky’s darkness this season, and how cathartic it may feel. i think to me, this very much feels like a depth-of-pandemic-lockdown season. like, had i watched this this time last year, when i was depressed and locked at home, this would have felt so cathartic and right. and, don’t get me wrong, it still does in a lot of ways (we now have another war to top it off) but i do think for a lot of us, things have been ever-so-slightly improving these past few months, at least in our day-to-day. and so, i think, the reason why the darkness this season is also getting so much criticism is that for a lot of people, there is a disconnect between the grimness of it all, and our current mindset. i personally do really like and identify with the dark in a lot of ways, though.

and (a bit of a lighter point to finish off), but it if tommy does die, it does explain why cillian murphy said stephen knight hasn’t yet spoken to him about the film yet 😆😆

anyway, these are my thoughts, i hope you’ve enjoyed them. i still reiterate what i said last week, i know a lot of things this season haven’t yet made sense, but i do believe in stephen knight’s ability to pull it off in the end. peaky has always been a show that has been better to binge than to watch weekly and i remember being ‘disappointed’ by all of the seasons since s3 on first watch, then completely wow-ed on second. so, let’s see what next week has in store for us!

#peaky blinders #season 6 episode 4 #s6e4 #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #spoilers

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Promo

Another piece of the roof had caved in. BF staring down the ram skull in front of him, before glancing back at GF. Another piece of the roof came down, crushing the brunette within seconds. BF’s eyes widen as his entire body lurches forward. Almost like his spine had cracked. Tabi lets out a startled noise, even within the fire and them trying to escape- the way BF fell seemed so unnatural. The ram skull picks up the boy and escapes with little to no issues. In an alleyway he sets the other down, BF coughs sharply.

“You should have left me to die.. Why?” Tabi blinks.

“I know you’re blinded by devotion to her but-”

“I never loved her.” Tabi almost completely froze at the statement.

“Well... she never loved me. I-… loved her at a time until I found out she was... you were right... but I just couldn’t leave because.... she took a lot from me.. Including my soul...” That explained a lot. BF lets out another sharp cough.

“Sorry... heh... maybe I’m finally free... thank you.. Also don’t... bother with the hospital... I don’t think I can be saved...” Tabi sighs, sitting next to the other.

“If that’s the case then... I don’t want you to be alone when you do pass... kinda my fault since by killing her I just killed you... so all’s fair in staying til you go.” BF only nods slowly, breathing slowing.

“Thank... you...” The ram skull cuts his eyes to the other sadly, he hardly knew him but the other was just like him... a victim. A sad end really...

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“Hey Tabs? Wake up you gotta finish your shift.” Tabi sits up, blinking wildly. Oh yeah... work. The ghost next to him smiles softly. The ram skull chuckling.

“Sorry. Ugh what I have- oh 30 minutes. Nice.” BF hums softly.

“So what we gonna do after this?” Tabi shrugs with a smile, despite it being hard to tell it was there.

“Dunno. Maybe we can go hang out with Carol, Sunday, and Hex?” BF nods

“Oh maybe Whitty will be there too!” Tabi snorts.

“What so you can scare the living shit outta him again?” BF pouts.

“Mayyyybbbbeeeeee~” Tabi chuckles, shaking his skull and getting back to work... minimum wage was such a low blow for his ex-career timing... But oh well.

#livin day by day ( ic ) #rage and minimum wage ( tabi ) #deceased yet a trickster ( bf ) #a past tale ( lore )

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congrats on 1k+!! can i request for sfw #14 (domestic life w/ them 🥺) with aizawa, todoroki, bakugou, and shinsou? thank you sm!! i love your works :>

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SFW PROMPT #14: What would living with them be like?

including aizawa, todoroki, bakugou, & shinsou

living with aizawa would be so nice

he’s not a high-maintenance guy

he’s more of a “as long as nothing looks like a piece of shit, we’re good”

matching sleeping bags

the man adores his sleep, i’m sure we all see that

so there’s soft blankets spread over every single couch/lounge-chair incase the two of you decide to nap

every day off, you guys have a tradition on waking up the latest time you possibly could, cooking breakfast together and eating it in bed with a show the two of you are currently binge watching on the tv

aizawa isn’t a bathroom hogger honestly he probably doesn’t even look in the mirror as much as he should

he’s pretty tidy when it comes to leaving his shit where it’s supposed to be

mostly because if he loses it, he knows he’ll be too lazy to look for it and he probably doesn’t have time

the furniture is all monochromatic

i don’t see him as a guy having brightly covered couches in his living room

everything is neutral, black, or white

minimalistic king

due to pure exhaustion all the time, color is out of the question, it reminds him of his students and he hates it but secretly loves it so all of his plates are multicolored

honestly living with aizawa sounds amazing

“Shouta,” you groan, eyes snapped harshly shut die to the light tracing into the room from the now open shades, “close the freaking things.”

Aizawa mumbles right after you, leg kicking the shade he once accidentally lifted with his foot back to where it once was. With the harsh tugs done by his feet, the light in the room finally fleeted away and allowed the comfortable dimness takeover once again.

The Pro-Hero’s arms gripped onto you tighter, nose nuzzled into your neck and bringing your body the kind of warmth necessary within the cold room. “S’go back to sleep, kitten.”

You mustered a smile, eyes still closed and hands running through the silky black hair resting underneath your neck. Mornings with Shouta were always the same— waking up once because of his leg obnoxiously releasing the shades, and both of you falling asleep once again in each other’s embrace.

You felt Aizawa begin to rub your back, fingers twinkling against your bare back soothing you beyond explanation. Within minutes, you felt yourself losing conscience, and you finally drifted back to sleep with the man you loved cradling you with unconscious admiration.

living with todoroki is exactly what you’d think it would be

i don’t mean to say it

but ima say it

this rich bitch has a ton of antique and expensive furniture lying around

mostly because he loves using his dad’s money

you and todoroki are a weird match

because you both love the exact same things

so all the furniture in your home

whether the living room be one color and bedroom be another

it all weirdly goes together because you’re both so good and coordinating shit

like your couch could be fucking orange

and the blue throw-pillows and decorations you cover your living room with just make sense

just like the two of you

living with todoroki means you figure out just how funny he actually is

also just how dense the boy could be

like he’s so sweet but also a little ✨dumb✨

he doesn’t know how to use the laundry machine and he never will don’t change my mind about this

todoroki loved cold soba we all know that

so there is a specific cabinet underneath the sink filled with all the ingredients for making it

that cabinet has to be restocked a lot

usually on days off, shouto would like to sleep in but he knows he just can’t

so if you like to sleep in, he already went out for a run, took a shower, and made you breakfast by the time you wake up

if you like to wake up early/with him, you find yourself either joining his workout or making him a hearty breakfast by the time he gets back

living with todoroki is really sweet bye i’m gonna go cry

“I just don’t understand why I’d have to press so many obnoxious buttons to get it to wash clothes,” he began, his stoic voice staring harshly at the machine infront of him as you stared at him in disbelief, “it isn’t my fault.”

“Shou, you froze the entire machine..” You repeated, a deadpanned expression on your face as you tried your hardest not to laugh.

You knew your boyfriend wasn’t the best at figuring things like this out, he hated to admit it but his family had done a lot for him back home. And sure, he wasn’t a little boy anymore and should probably know how to work a laundry machine, but he was convinced it acted up with him and him only.

“It was giving me a hard time, I didn’t even realize I froze it until I realized the clothes weren’t spinning anymore..” The frown on his face was one you couldn’t help but smile at, the grin taking over your face as you chortled a laugh.

With your empty hand, you gave the boy a kiss on the forehead, his calculating expression trying to decipher the reason certain clothes needed a certain temperature of water. Moments like this made you realize just why you loved Todoroki so much.

bakugou

is a handful

that’s clear to everyone

but living with him, oddly enough, is not

you both have a specific cleaning day

every single sunday morning

and that same night included the two of you watching a movie and having loud in-depth character analysis debate every single time

you both have special cooking days (he has more but it’s ok bc he won’t say it but he absolutely loves cooking for you)

bakugou has been through a lot, my baby

so consistency is something he depends on

he nearly breathes for it

routine is everything in your household, being something you grew accustomed to as well even if it’s not what you’re used to

every day you’d wait for him to get back home on the plush couch in the living room

so that way you’re the first thing he sees when he gets home, as well as a platter of his favorite food for the night and his fav tv show on the tv

he feels like he’s walking into heaven every single day

and depending on your schedules, you get the same thing when you get home if he beats you to it

a show/anime you’re trying to finish, the food you’ve begged him to make, and your loving boyfriend/husband lounged against the couch waiting for your arrival

you both wake up early— sorry, even if you don’t want to

bakugou doesn’t give a single fuck, he will wake you up and force you to either workout with him or start your day with him

on his days off though, you both sleep in until the afternoon

there’s literally no inbetween with your schedules

you’re both either up and ready to go by 8am or finally getting up to brush your teeth at 3pm

“How many times do I have to tell you— the real villain was not Sharpay, but Gabriella!” Your voice boomed, staring at your boyfriend who looked at you as if you had four heads.

“Babe, with all due respect, you’re a fucking idiot!” He retaliated just as aggressive and firm as you. “How can you say that when she’s such a bitch?!”

The credits of the movie you just watched played in the background, popcorn kernels pushing into the skin you had sprawled against your boyfriend. The pink reflected across your shirtless boyfriend, his ears beginning to redden due to the volume of his voice.

“Gabriella walked into that high school and literally stole everything Sharpay worked for,” you retorted, the straw you were drinking from entering your lips as you took a quick sip of the soda, “that’s being a bitch!”

He opened his mouth, signaling you to throw one of the Swedish Fish candies into his mouth and you did. With a laugh, you continued to throw food into one another’s mouth over and over throughout the argument.

“Maybe you resonate with Sharpay so much because you’re both bitches.” He snickered, dodging a pillow that fleeted your side of the couch and into his side by your right hand.

A gasp slipped your lips, narrowing your eyes at his tall figure and shoving a candy down your throat after his words, “maybe that’s why you love me, cause you’re a bitch too.”

living with shinsou >>>> breathing

shinsou is a gamer idc

there’s a playstation in both your room and your living room for game nights

yes

you guys had a game night

every single friday you guys would sit in nothing but (shinsou’s) t-shirt, and underwear and play nothing but video games all day

you usually end up falling asleep when the sun begins to come up, always taking saturday’s off no matter what for the occasion

you both are clean

being too lazy just like aizawa to have to find it if it’s misplaced

the bedroom look the best bc shinsou gets tired of monochromatic things and you hate living in a boring setting

so the two of you’s aesthetic shines through the room

if you cook, then please know food us up to you

if you can’t cook

money is spent 90% of the time on take out

because shinsou can’t cook for shit i don’t care

sometimes people wonder how it is you both manage to go to work and have a coherent sleeping schedule

and the reason is

aside from shinsou’s clinical insomnia )-:

that the two of you are absolute dumbasses

you spend all day doing homework if one of you is in college

or doing the work that needs to be done if you have just a job

and after that?

it’s just cuddling, gaming, struggling to cook, ordering take out, and eventual sleeping when you both realize you’re both past a point of ni return

most of the time though, you both manage to sleep

it’s more surprising for shinsou though bc he could never sleep properly if he’s alone

the two of you live together in GTA

also, I canon that Shinsou loves watching The Office so you guys binge watch the fuck out of that

living with shinsou is living with a bestfriend that is a civilized adult at certain times that you can cuddle and make out with

a girl can only dream <3

The sound of the console played through the room, your focused face watching the screen in front of you intently. The feeling of the bed moving along side every tap of the controller in your boyfriend’s hands trembled your limbs, your eyes being too locked on the screen to even maintain a balance.

“Go to the left, the left!” You pointed out, your legs sprawled across your boyfriend’s chest as he rested his body horizontally underneath yours.

“I know..” His voice was enough to show you he was focused, his eyes barely blinking as he followed your command and moved the character closer towards the left.

As gun shots erupted through the room, all you could see were flashes of red across the screen and players who had been attacked in Shinsou’s frenzy dead against the floor.

Exhilaration ran through your veins as finally killed the last person, the feeling of his body tending under you making you smile in happiness. You had both been trying to beat this level for weeks and you finally did it, exciting you to no limit.

The phrase “victory” strobed against the screen, making the two of you cheer in happiness at the time being well spent. He landed a big fat kiss on your cheek, pulling you in by the string in your hoodie and pressing you against him.

“Let’s beat some more ass in this next round, huh doll?”

“I’ll believe it when I see it, pretty boy.”

#headcanons #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #aizawa x reafer #aizawa x reader #todoroki x reader #aizawa #shinsou #todoroki #1kfollowersnight #heillysreqs

[jawritter]

Where The Green Grass Grows

Chapter 3

Summary: Life changes, nothing ever stays the same. With most change comes with some degree of pain, that’s how we grow.

Jensen thought he had his whole life planned out, written for him in the bright lights of Hollywood. One failed marriage later, and a lifetime of lessons learned, lead him home to a place he thought he’d left behind him when he was only a teenager.

He thought his life was over. He felt like he’d lost everything, but who knew one little trip to the local diner that had just opened up outside of town would turn his whole world upside down. All because he met you. Maybe a little slower pace of life isn’t such a bad idea after all��

Warnings:  Language, Angst, mention of past OC character death, mention of grief, fear of moving on.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word  Count: 1652

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A/N: This fic is unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work. Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this one!!

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“Ugh! Is this day ever going to end!” you groan as you flop down onto the unoccupied stool that was sitting in front of the bar. Old country music was blaring overhead and the chatter of customers filled the room. The smell of fast food was always so thick in this place that sometimes you felt it was suffocating, and today was one of those days. 

You wanted nothing more than to go home and sink into a hot bath with a glass of wine and a book. You only had one more hour, if you could just make it one more hour, then you could go home. 

“You’re getting out of here before closing at least,” Jess said as she came to drop some ones and fives into the cash register beside you. “I’m stuck here until closing tonight.” 

You were just about to point out how she would at least get good tips with it being a Saturday, but the sound of the door chiming alerted you both to the incoming customer, and you could tell by the grin on her face who had just walked in without even having to turn around. 

Jensen had been coming in every day since he’d come in that Sunday after church with his family. At first, he would come in and not say a lot, just sit at the bar or back corner booth and order his meal. He would try and make light conversation with you, nothing too alarming or out of the ordinary of what any other regular does. 

Then about a week in he started to try and make more in-depth conversations with you as you worked around him, either cleaning tables or waiting on him specifically. 

Jess had been running around you for days now insisting that Jensen had a crush on you. You yourself were not as convinced as she was. Sure, he was devastatingly attractive, and sure, he was an absolute sweetheart; but that didn’t change the fact that no matter how attractive you found him you were not in his league. 

“Hey ladies,” he said, flopping down next to you, and giving you a soft smile that seemed to make your knees weak every time he did that. 

“Well, well, look who’s back already,” Jess quips to him with a smirk of her own. Jensen laughs a little and shakes his head before taking the drink that she was handing him from across the counter. He’d been in here so much that you both could just about guess his order before he even got around to telling it. 

“I had to see my favorite girls,” he said, throwing his arm around you playfully, and causing a blush to burn deep in your cheeks. You were slightly thankful for the bell ringing that told you table three’s order was ready. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Jensen, and if he saw you blushing you were sure you would literally die on the spot. 

You could feel Jensen’s eyes on you as you grabbed the tray of burgers and fries, and made your way over to the table where your customers were waiting. You were hoping that it would give you enough of a moment to collect your nerves before making your way back over to the bar where Jensen and Jess were still sitting. 

You had been doing some research on Jensen since you’d met him that day he’d left you the note and the large tip. Some things he’d already told you. Like his long-running show ending, the divorce he’d recently gone through, he’d told you about his three kids. The thing that bothered you the most, aside from why the hell he was hanging out here with you, was why they divorced?

He had still not told you that much, and you didn’t want to just out and out ask him, but the tabloids seemed to think it was because he was a cheater, and then some think it was because she cheated, which leads to a whole new set of rumors that go from Jensen being an abusive husband, to Danneel being a whore, and it was impossible to tell what was true and what was false. 

You knew it shouldn’t bother you, and you were in no way going to ask him what happened with his last marriage, but you wanted to know all the same. Your eyes drifted up to meet his piercing gaze as you grabbed the empty napkin holder from the table to replace it with a fresh one, and he sent you that same soft smile.

He was so contradictory to everything you had ever heard about celebrity men. He seemed so kind. He listened when you talked to him, and seemed legitimately to care about what you were saying. He was so self-sacrificing in everything he seemed to be involved in, and whatever he was doing, he seemed to put his all into it. He was passionate and caring, and everything any girl ever dreamed of getting when she was grew up.

The only problem you had was the fear that these feelings were one-sided and that you were mistaking his kind personality for something more, even though you knew you were nowhere near this man’s type. 

You had seen the pictures of his ex-wife, and you knew there was no way you’d ever be able to measure up to someone as beautiful as she was. So you knew that you had to get these emotions, this crush, under control before he comes in one day with another pretty girl on his arm, and it was all over for your heart. 

Why did you have to have a crush on someone so completely perfect, and at the same time so completely out of reach as soon as you decided to try and put yourself back out there? It was unfair at best, and tragic at it’s worse.  

Taking a deep breath you make your way back over to your current seat, and look up at the clock. Jensen didn’t miss the small glance and turned on his seat to face you fully, his gorgeous bowed legs spread and his knee touching yours, but he didn’t seem to mind or at least notice. You, on the other hand, you noticed, and it took a lot to concentrate because of the small contact his body was making with your own. 

“So, when do you get off today?” Jensen asked, grabbing a fry and shoving it in his mouth as a plate of food was placed in front of him.

“In about thirty minutes,” you tell him with a deep sigh, it had been a long shift. 10 am to 7 pm was the worst because it took up most of your day, and you got the bad end of both shifts, lunch and then dinner rush. 

“Oh,” he said, his handsome face falling a bit. “I was hoping I’d have a little longer to talk to you before you got off. I would have come in sooner, but I was on a Zoom call with my agency,” he said, some stress returning to his shoulders as he busied himself with his fries again. 

“Well, I’m here for a little bit,” you tell him, giving his knee a playful nudge with yours and earning a cheeky chuckle from him. “Are you getting ready to go back to California anytime soon?” you asked him, more than a little afraid of what the answer was going to be. 

You had gotten used to him coming in every day, and you didn’t like the thought that he might be leaving again. 

“No, not now anyway. That was just check-in and updates, more a waste of time than anything.”

You hoped the amount of relief you felt didn't show on your face as much as you thought it must have, and you had to bite down on your lip to stop the smile that started to creep up there. When you looked up at him you wondered how it was possible that his eyes could sparkle like that all the time.

“Well, what are you going to be doing then Mr. Ackles. You’re going to get tired of being here every day after a while. Texas doesn’t have as much to offer as L.A. I’m sure.” 

Jensen hummed and you could have sworn that his eyes traveled down to your lips before looking back up to meet your eyes again. 

“That’s a matter of perspective sweetheart.” 

You thought that you heard his voice dropped a whole octave, and you had to suppress the shudder that wanted to roll through your body. You hadn’t noticed that the two of you had been gravitating closer to one another while you were talking until Jess came and cleared her throat loudly from behind the bar. 

“You two love birds better be careful now, Y/N is still on the clock, and table six needs a refill.” 

Jensen clears his throat and sits up quickly, grabbing his drink as if his life depended on it, and you turned towards the counter as if you had been shot. 

“I’ll just go get that,” you mumble as Jensen chuckles and watches you run off to refill the drinks.

“Keep trying Jensen, she’ll come around,” Jess told him, and Jensen gave her a tight smile in return. 

“Oh, I don’t give up so easily on something I want,” Jensen said as he took a healthy bite from his burger, his eyes still trained to you as you talked to your customers. 

He didn’t know how, but he had to get you to open up to him. He thought he’d never feel this way about someone again after his world fell apart, but you were just the breath of fresh air that would keep him from drowning.

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[fleetingpieces]

My One in a Million Chapter 4

Tagging @donttouchmycarrots and @sunflowerfox87 who I still can’t believe wanted to be tagged 🥺 

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Chapter 4 - Morning routines

The feeling of the earth on his bare feet. Long nights playing video games with his friends. Streaming for his fans. Slow sunsets and starry nights. Having the gang at his flat all the time. Relaxing bubble baths. Sunday lunch with the Potters. Making the people who doubted him shove their words up their asses.

Those were all things Sirius Black loved.

Having his brother drilling him at 7 am on an otherwise perfect Friday morning was most definitely not one of them. Not at all.

“I told you a thousand times already, and I’ll say it again one last time. I am not. Going. To that stupid. Fucking. Dinner,” he practically yelled over the phone.

There was a tired sigh on the other end of the line.

“Sirius, please. Could you stop thinking only about yourself for once? They want you to come.” A short pause. “I want you to come.”

Sirius grunted lowly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No, Reg. I gave them too much already. I can’t keep giving them more. I’m sorry.” He hung up before Regulus could get another word in and raked both hands through his hair.

Manipulative pieces of crap. They ‘wanted him to come’? What a fucking pile of shit. They had never wanted him there, they only wanted whatever they could get from him, asking for more, more and more, until they could suck him dry. They wouldn’t even be bothering with him if he was of no use to them.

Saying no to Regulus was the hard part. Knowing they were using him precisely because of this, that Regulus himself was using it against him, was almost like a knife twisting in his gut. 

It hurt.

It hurt so fucking much, because Sirius still cared about him. He was still his little brother, despite the decisions they had both taken for their lives. But Regulus didn’t see it that way.

Sirius started pacing up and down his room, rubbing a hand through his face as his other went instinctively to his back pocket to grab a pack of cigarettes. He hated feeling like this, hated the push and pull that came with his family’s relationships; craving the acceptance of his own blood, wanting to be close to his brother, but also feeling like he needed to get as far from them as he could. Why couldn’t they understand he didn’t want anything to do with the company? Heck, he didn’t want anything to do with most of them, he only kept some sort of contact because of Regulus. Even if his brother didn’t really want anything to do with him.

A flash of pain slashed him in the middle of his chest, and Sirius stormed off to the balcony, a fag already between his lips.

Lighting it up felt like lifting some of the weight off his shoulders. He pictured all of his problems in his head and imagined exhaling them with the smoke, drifting away in the morning sky until there was nothing left of them.

Sirius snorted. He wished it was that easy to get rid of all his worries, but his brother’s voice kept whispering in his ears, no matter how many times he watched the smoke dissipate in front of his face, mixing with words that were not Reg’s but still sounded in his voice. Stop thinking about yourself. You’re such a disappointment. We gave you so much, and this is how you repay us? You don’t care about me. You don’t care, you don’t care, you don’t care.

“Ugh, fuck,” Sirius grunted as he leaned on the rail and let his head hang low, pressing his forehead against the cold metal.

A low sound reached him through the fog of noises in his head. It was a song he’d never heard before, its rhythm slow and calming, and Sirius tried to focus on that to clear his mind and make the voice shut up.

He raised his head, looking at the place where it was coming from, only to be faced with a sight that almost made him drop his cigarette six floors down.

The new neighbor, Remus, was behind the glass doors of his balcony, standing on top of a yoga mat, wearing a black tank top and a pair of grey shorts that were dangerously hiking up his thighs in the position he was currently in.

His arms were stretched on top of his head, his toned muscles making the veins in his arms pop, and his broad shoulders working with the slow movements he was making. There was such a peaceful air about him. His eyes were closed and the sun was drawing golden lines that flitted through his hair as he bent down at the waist to touch the floor, leaving his back exposed.

The freckles on Remus shoulders disappeared below the t-shirt, and Sirius desperately wanted to know just how far they reached. He swallowed thickly, unable to look away. It was mesmerizing to watch Remus transition between poses, his lithe body flowing like water. He briefly wondered if the man was as pliable in other ways, but when his heart rate started quickening, Sirius decided he should stop being a creep and allow his neighbor the privacy he deserved. Before he could tear his eyes away though, a black shadow darted into the room and tackled Remus to the floor.

Sirius gripped the rail unconsciously before he realised it was just Remus’ dog, and he was left breathless once more at the image in front of him.

Remus was laughing as the dog nudged him with its head, two of its paws pressed over those powerful shoulders as Remus stroked the fur at its sides. The man’s eyes were crinkled, his curls falling onto his forehead in a tawny mess that was so cute Sirius thought he might die.

Seeing him smiling like that, it reminded Sirius of the Halloween party almost a week ago.

At first, he’d been annoyed about Lily bringing Remus and a stranger into his home, but that was mainly ‘cause Sirius had been on edge about the whole family drama. He had been looking forward to a chill night with his friends, and having outsider eyes at that moment felt like something that would have made him step on eggshells all night to avoid revealing his identity.

But Remus had proved to be as interesting as Sirius had thought him to be the first time they talked, always taking him by surprise with his comments and reactions.

Sirius desperately wanted to know where the hell Remus had learned to play like that. It wasn’t every day that he was beaten by someone that didn’t seem to have a lot of time for games, even if he’d been overly distracted by his toned thigh touching his own leg. Yes, Sirius had had a hard time concentrating, but he hadn’t slacked off. Remus was good. And Sirius wanted to know how.

He was intrigued by the man in so many ways, his interest peaking with every new little thing he noticed: the gaming, the yoga, his weird way of thinking -Sirius chuckled when he remembered how Remus had thought he was a fucking drug dealer-, him showing up at a party wearing a jumper that was a few sizes too big for him, looking so impossibly cuddly and warm; his relationship with his dog, his relationship with that Leo guy.

As Remus nuzzled his nose into the dog’s fur, Sirius thought about the rainbow coloured bracelet on Leo’s wrist. He admired the guy for wearing the flag so proudly, just there in plain sight for everyone to see. Sirius wished he could do the same, to stand tall, out in the open. But the consequences for him were way too high.

A small, annoying part of his brain felt the need to remind him that this didn’t mean Remus liked dudes. But Sirius took comfort in the knowledge that, at the very least, it meant that he was ok with it. That he wouldn’t condemn Sirius for it.

Sirius reached for a new cigarette, even if he was already feeling calmer, and put it between his teeth, taking a second before lighting it. While he played with the flame of his lighter, he wondered how Remus knew about Padfoot. Oh, what he wouldn’t do to know that story.

His heart warmed, not for the first time, at how Remus had defended Padfoot so fiercely, having no idea that he was right there; no idea how much his words meant for Sirius. Remus had understood him incredibly thoroughly for someone that didn’t even know who Padfoot was. That he was sitting right next to him. And Sirius wasn’t sure how to feel about that, but he wanted to find out.

It was no surprise that Remus hadn’t recognized his voice, even though he was clearly a fan. Sirius always hid his accent on his videos to conceal any connection to his family, so his parents wouldn’t intervene and ruin everything.

Suddenly, the music drifting from the room next door changed to a more upbeat one. Remus lifted the black dog up in his arms, something that couldn’t be easy given its size, and hugged it as he started twirling around the room, laughing brightly as he did.

He was dancing. 

With his dog.

And the face he was making, like the animal meant the world to him... How could someone you barely knew be so fucking endearing?

Sirius was still staring when Remus turned around and lifted his head, his eyes locking with Sirius’. He stopped mid-turn, the smile slipping from his face. Sirius felt a blush prickling at his cheeks at being caught basically ogling him, but he waved with an awkward smile.

His only answer was a scowl, even if from afar he could tell Remus was blushing too. He set the dog down, glaring at Sirius, who let his hand drop slowly as he watched the man close the curtains in a slash.

Sirius hid his face in his hands, feeling the heat radiate from his cheeks. How could he fuck up so much? Remus would think he was a fucking creep now. Dragging his hands down, Sirius knew he would have to genuinely step up his game if he wanted to get to know this man.

In the afternoon, Sirius was still pondering ways to get more acquainted with Remus, and coming back empty handed. He didn’t want to just show up at one of his classes, he lived right next door for fucks sake! He should be able to find a way to start up a conversation with him, right? Although Sirius had to admit, he hadn’t seen much of the guy since he’d moved in. Of course, Sirius hadn’t exactly been in the right state of mind to notice him.

But life seemed to be on his side, at least this once. Because when he stepped into the coffee shop where he was meeting up with James and Lily, the first thing he saw was a head of tawny curls.

Barely keeping in his glee, Sirius walked towards Remus, figuring he could just say hi. He stopped dead in his tracks though, when he was just a few steps behind him and he realized Remus was humming the lyrics of An Open Letter to Myself.

“I love that song,” he said without thinking. The man had a lovely voice, sweet and a bit sad, and it made his curiosity peak again.

Remus jolted and turned around with surprised eyes and slightly flushed cheeks, but as gold met silver, his eyebrows dropped quickly over his eyes. Sirius was taken aback by the clear hostility in Remus’ features, which made him stutter as he cleared his throat.

“Sorry, I... I saw you and thought... I… uhm... should come and say hi? So...hi,” Sirius said and immediately groaned inwardly at his stupidity. Since when was he this clumsy? 

“Hello,” Remus said in a polite, detached tone before he turned away.

Sirius took a minute to rearrange his thoughts while he placed his order right after Remus. They got their drinks at the same time, and before Remus could walk away from the shop, Sirius scrambled for something else to say.

“Your dog is beautiful, what’s its name?”

The corner of Remus’ mouth tickled up at the mention of his pet, but it was pushed down almost instantly.

“Cocoa,” he replied reluctantly, and Sirius almost spit his tea.

“Cocoa? That huge ass dog has a cute name like Cocoa?”

Remus rolled his eyes, but he was almost pouting. “I just really like chocolate, ok? Besides, he’s just a pup,” he said as he moved over to add some sugar to his chai latte. Sirius followed.

“A pup?” he said incredulously. “How is that a pup?!”

Remus huffed. “He’s only about two or three years old.”

Sirius stared at him in disbelief. That dog was already past Remus’ knees, and if what he was saying was right, he was probably going to grow some more.

“Did you adopt him?” he asked, tilting his head, thinking about Remus’ choice of words. He was focusing his whole attention on Remus, and that was probably the only reason why he noticed the slight stutter of his hand as he stirred his drink.

“Yeah,” he said in a breath. Sirius thought that would be the end of the conversation, but then -as if he couldn't help himself- Remus added, “he was very young when I found him. He was abandoned and practically left to die; his previous owners must have thought it was too much trouble to raise a wolfdog, and decided to leave him tied up in the woods instead of being decent human beings and finding him an appropriate home.”

There was such disgust in his voice that Sirius took a step back while his heart melted into a puddle. Of course he rescued dogs. Sirius was starting to wonder if this guy was even real. He’d been so thoroughly captivated by him in such a short time, it was a bit scary. Sirius hadn’t felt like this in a very long time. He hadn’t let himself feel like this, it was too risky, and he knew it would be more sensible to leave Remus alone and stay away from him before things got worse, but he had felt drawn to him ever since the Halloween party.

“That’s awful. No one deserves to be treated like that,” he replied softly against his better judgement. If things got worse, he’d deal with that later.

Remus’ head snapped up, and for a moment it looked like he was drowning. Sirius had no idea what had brought that expression to his face, but the only thought in his mind was how desperately he wanted to erase it. 

In hopes of doing so, he tried to change the subject to something lighter. “So, you like games, huh? You really did a number on me the other day. When did you start playing?”

The response he got was not what he’d expected. Remus’ expression hardened, and he turned his gaze away as he discarded the used stick with more force than was probably necessary.

“That’s hardly any of your concern, is it?”

Sirius blinked. And then blinked again. Was he still mad at him?

“Look, I’m really sorry about this morning. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, I just-”

“You really think this is all just about this morning?” Remus snapped.

“What?” Sirius was confused. What had he done? He’d made a little fun of Remus the first time they talked, but it hadn’t been that bad, had it? 

“At least you weren’t smoking into my room today,” Remus added with a huff, which made Sirius frown.

He supposed he did smoke quite close to the edge of their balconies, but by the way Remus was talking, he felt like there was more to it. He tried to think of all the interactions they had had so far, but he couldn’t think of anything that would elicit Remus’ anger. His mind drifted to them sitting on his couch with the NHL game, how their shoulders had bumped together playfully, how Remus had even seemed to be comfortable once he got a controller in his hands. It was the only time Remus had acted in a friendly-ish manner towards him, without the scowl that seemed to be permanently weighing down on his brows. But none of his smiles had actually been directed at him, they had all been shared with Leo.

He smiled a lot around the blond, but whenever he was close to Sirius he seemed to be in a bad mood. Sirius hated that.

“What did I do for you to dislike me so much?”

“If you need to ask, it just shows that it’s not even worth answering you.”

Remus turned around and walked briskly to the door, leaving Sirius completely dumbfounded. The door opened just as Remus was reaching for the handle, and he almost bumped into Lily and James, who were coming in. Sirius watched as he nodded at them with a few words, threw one last glare his way, and disappeared in the afternoon sun.

Lily watched him walk away with a confused expression on her face. She glanced at James who just shrugged, and then she looked directly at Sirius with a deep frown. He seemed to be getting a lot of those lately.

“What was that all about?” she asked when they got next to him.

“He hates me, that’s what it was,” Sirius grumbled.

“Why?”

“I don’t know!” Throwing his hands in the air, Sirius stared at Lily like she held all the answers in the world. “He looks at me like I’m the worst person to ever walk the Earth. What did I do to deserve that?”

Lily winced, and Sirius felt his heart freeze where it had melted on the floor.

“Well, apparently, you haven’t been a very good neighbor, have you?” she said gently. Everything started falling into place then, and Sirius suddenly had a pretty good idea what she was talking about. He could be a very self-absorbed prick after a row with his family.

“What can I do?”

“Maybe you should try apologizing first,” she doubted for a second before she kept going. “I’ve heard you broke something important of his on the day you two met.”

“That was him?!” Sirius asked in astonishment, remembering the day he’d knocked someone over in the hall, and ignoring the few heads that turned his way at his raised voice.

“You’re joking, right? You didn’t know?” When Sirius only shook his head, still speechless, Lily stared at him, bewildered. “Sirius, how could you not know?”

“I was so angry at the time Lily, I barely noticed anything I was doing!” Sirius said in a pleading voice. He glanced at James for support, who looked at him in sympathy and understanding. Sirius rubbed a hand over his face. “I just needed to get out of the flat, I couldn’t stand the sight of Reg with his cold eyes and-” Sirius stopped himself, clenching his fists.

It all came back to him. How Regulus had suddenly turned up at his flat, even though he wasn’t supposed to know the address. Even though he hadn’t visited Sirius’ home in five years.

How Reg had looked at him with such clear disappointment, like Sirius was nothing more than a waste of space, and had told him that he was expected to attend the annual Black Enterprises’ gala and fulfill his duty to the family. How he had stated that it was time he stopped acting like a child, with his foolish, selfish dreams, and took his place in the company.

Sirius had never wanted anything to do with the monster corporation that was Black Enterprises. He hated the way they did business and how they treated people, like anyone outside the Black family was trash.

A hand on his shoulder shook him away from his memories before he could spiral down into the hole he’d been in in the weeks before Halloween. Sirius looked up, and found James’ kind hazel eyes.

“It’s ok Pads,” he whispered. “You’re out of there. They have nothing on you, and you owe them absolutely nothing. I’m sure you can fix this.”

Sirius hoped his friend was right.

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[senditcolton]

La Vie en Rose

summary: what is more romantic than learning the language of love to strengthen the relationship you shared with your wonderful French-Canadian boyfriend?

song word count: 1.6k  warnings: small hint of past sexual content

translations: à bientôt, ma chérie = see you soon my darling // je voudrais un verre de vin et du chocolat = I would like a glass of wine and some chocolate // je t’aime: I love you

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This little green owl wouldn’t leave you alone.

In a way, you brought this on yourself. You’ve always wanted to learn a new language. You had taking classes in high school and a semester in college, but that was mostly for requirements sake. None of it had really stuck. So, you decided to sign up for Duolingo. Partially because you wanted to actually learn and partially because you wanted to surprise your boyfriend, Pierre.

You would be lying if you said that his accent wasn’t one of the things that attracted you to him in the first place. If you were completely honest, the first time he spoke to you, you almost melted from hearing your name on his lips. He was attractive, anyone with eyes could see that, but his voice just brought it to a whole new level. Thankfully, the chemistry you were feeling that first night was mutual, and it wasn’t long before you and Pierre were in a steady relationship.

Being with Pierre was simple. For three months, he stuck with you and always managed to make time for you, and with his busy schedule as a professional hockey player, that meant a lot to you. He was always attentive and noticed all of your little quirks you had. He knew your coffee order, which shows you were binge watching, and exactly what to do when you had a rough day. And you learned all of the little things that made Pierre, Pierre. And one thing you really noticed was how much French was a part of his everyday life.

You heard him on Sundays, talking to his family over the phone in their native French Canadian. He listened to French rap when you two worked out together. He chirped opposing players on the ice in French. He even spoke to you in French, mostly muttered words of endearment but sometimes curses on those particularly hot nights you two shared.

The language was such a big part of his life so you finally decided that instead of constantly asking him to translate for you, you were going to do something about it.

That is how you ended up lying on your bed, watching the Columbus game, with that damn owl blowing up your notifications. You glared over at your phone for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

“I promise, once the game is over, I’ll practice. We’re in the final five anyway,” you say out loud to your phone, as if it could reply to you. You turn your attention back to the television. “Just hope it doesn’t turn into overtime.”

You watched as the clock slowly counted down. The Blue Jackets managed to regain control of the puck in the last 30 seconds and they decided to hold it for those last few moments and let the clock wind down to zero. You let out a sigh of relief. It was a hard-fought game and you were happy that it was over. Pierre had a great game and you knew that he would be happy but exhausted when he came over.

You hopped off the bed and wandered into the kitchen, wanting to grab a small snack while you waited for Pierre. You wandered back into the bedroom with your bowl of popcorn and looked down at your phone, still lying on the comforter. As you reached for it, it lit up with another notification.

“Ugh, I swear to God you little bird, if you don’t stop bothering me, I’m not going to practice at all today,” you huff, grabbing your phone. Your curses die on your lips as you notice that it’s a text message from Pierre. A small smile plays on your lips as you open the message.

              Pierre: can I come over?

              Y/N: you know you can

              Pierre: I wanted to make sure. I can’t wait to see you

              Y/N: you’ve already seen me today silly

              Pierre: I know. I just always want more of you

              Y/N: well then, get over here and you can have all of me

              Pierre: à bientôt, ma chérie

You lit up with excitement. Not only because Pierre was coming home soon, but because you understood what he said. Maybe those French lessons were doing some good. You sigh as you curl up on the bed, your fingers moving to open your Duolingo app.

“Alright, here I am. What do you want to teach me now?” You grab some popcorn from the bowl and picked up where you left off. You got on a roll and managed to finish one lesson and still had all of your lives. You didn’t even realize how much time had passed, becoming absorbed in your lesson. You were laying on your stomach, facing the headboard with your phone in front of you.

“Je voudrais un verre de vin et du chocolat,” you spoke out loud, following along with your lesson. You jumped when you heard a deep chuckle from the bedroom doorway.

“Well, I know there’s still wine in the kitchen from our last date, but I’m not sure about the chocolate.” You spun your head to see Pierre. He was still in his suit from the pre-game, although he had ditched his tie and the top buttons of his shirt were undone. He was smiling down at you. You felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, even though you didn’t really have anything to be ashamed about.

“Hey, I didn’t hear you come in.” You sat up and turned towards him, locking your phone and gently tossing it on the bed away from you. Pierre smiled and walked towards you. He reached down and grabbed your face between his hands, pulling you into a soft kiss. When he broke away from you, you noticed a small smirk playing on his lips.

“Don’t stop your lesson on my account,” he laughed, making you blush harder, turning your head away. He knelt down in front of you, his hands running over your thighs. You were fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, unsure about what to do now that he found out.

“Hey, baby,” Pierre whispered, his soft voice pulling your attention back to him. “Why are you embarrassed?” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, slightly chewing on it.

“I’m not,” you started to say, but getting cut off when you saw Pierre’s eyebrows raise. You let out a small laugh, rolling your eyes at his reaction. “I’m not embarrassed. At least, not about learning French.”

“Then why are you acting so shy?”

You ducked your head down again, eyes firmly focused on your lap.

“I wanted to surprise you.” Pierre let out a laugh and pulled your head up to look at him. He had the biggest smile on his face.

“Surprise me?”

“Yeah, you know. I would start speaking to you in French one day and yeah...” you trailed off, feeling your cheeks heat up again. 

“Well, I am surprised. I walk in and all of sudden you are speaking French”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” you pouted, causing another laugh to be pulled from him. He raised up from his position on the floor, pulling off his jacket and shoes. He climbed up into bed and lied down next to you, pulling you into his chest. You sighed into him and curled closer to his chest. You two stayed like that for a few moments, then you heard Pierre clear his throat.

“Can I ask you why you wanted to learn French? Was it really because of me?” You looked back up at him, seeing his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Yes. I mean, I always wanted to learn another language but French is such a big part of your life, that I wanted to share that with you. I always want to be a part of your life.”

His face softened at your confession and pulled you even closer to him. After a few moments, you felt his hand reach for something behind you. Before you knew it, he was holding your phone in front of him, opening it back to Duolingo. You sigh, rolling your eyes up at him.

“Really?”

“Hey, now that I know, I can help you out. I can be a great teacher.” You let out a chuckle, shifting your focus back to the screen.

“Are you sure about that? Because all I think you know how to do it be a distraction.” you chirped back at him, and you felt his chest bounce as another laugh escaped from him.

“I promise I won’t distract you.” You snuggled into his side as his arm looped around your body, his hand starting to gently trace along your side.

“Ready for your first lesson?” You looked up at him, curious. “Can you translate this?” He paused, making sure he had your attention. You locked your eyes with his, your breath slightly catching at the emotion caught in his eyes. You had seen that look flash in his eyes a few times in your relationship, but now, it was so intense that you thought you would melt underneath his gaze.

“Je t’aime.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Yeah, you could definitely translate that. Instead of replying, you lifted your head and pressed your lips against his. And while you had kissed Pierre multiple times before, this one felt different than all the others. And you knew it was because he had finally said it. After three months, he finally said it. You pulled away, your forehead still gently resting on his.

“I love you too.”

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I would die for a part 4.... You have me hooked.

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Flower Shop AU, part 4 (I should probably give this thing a name at some point)

Read part 3 here!

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After Bracken opened the store the following day, he sat down in front of the computer near the register per usual and started the day off with his normal routine; check emails, send a few out, check for online orders, then get started with phone calls and new floral arrangements. His father would be joining him again later in the day, but he’d mostly be doing deliveries, which left Bracken alone with the store for a large portion of the day. He didn’t mind. It wasn’t that he didn’t like having company, because he did, but he was also comfortable being by himself for long stretches of time.

He took a sip of his morning tea and opened the shop’s email, then scrolled through a few messages which contained more returned surveys and a couple of general inquiries. Upon replying to one of said inquiries, he clicked “next” and found another message from Kendra. Bracken sat up straighter in his seat and read her words. She’d apparently sent the email long after closing last night.

I’m safe. Thank you for your concern. And thanks again for your help earlier… I don’t know what would’ve happened if you and Warren hadn’t been there.

Bracken paused before he chose to reply. Social interactions were admittedly not his strongest suit, and he didn’t want to inadvertently stick his foot in his mouth, nor did he want to make her feel uncomfortable, but ultimately his curiosity was eating away at him.

If you don’t mind my asking - and feel free to ignore me if you don’t want to talk about it - who was that man?

Again, you can ignore the question if you don’t want to answer it. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I hope you were able to get some good rest last night and are feeling a little better today.

There were no other emails in the inbox, so he opened a new tab and checked for new online orders. Three had been placed between last night and this morning, one for an apology bouquet as a rush request to be picked up that afternoon - he’d need to prioritize that - a “get well soon” arrangement, and a “congratulations” basket with both flowers and balloons to celebrate a new baby.

Bracken examined last night’s prepared arrangements for today’s customer pick-ups, called the customers to whom the flowers belonged, and started working on the apology arrangement. He idly wondered who was apologizing for what. They’d specially chosen an interesting flower as a focal point, as well, but Bracken wasn’t sure if they actually knew flowers like he did; most people chose flowers based on colors and styles, not symbolism. This particular patron had indicated that they wanted a purple calla lily in the center of the bouquet, which, sure, went well with the purple hyacinths and the scarlet geraniums and white tulips, but purple calla lilies indicated passion instead of ‘I’m sorry.’ Whatever. Maybe the flower held special significance for the recipient and/or the gifter.

The bells on the front door chimed, and Bracken turned to greet the newcomer. This one was a tall-ish young man, maybe 21 or 22 years old. He looked Bracken up and down, then stuck out his hand for a handshake. “Hi,” he said.

“Hello,” Bracken replied, a little confused as to why he was shaking hands with this person. “Can I help you?”

“I’m Seth,” he explained. “Kendra’s brother. Warren said you helped beat up Gavin, so I came to invite you over for a barbeque this Saturday. One o’clock. Are you busy?”

“I normally work on Saturdays-“

The bells chimed again, and Bracken’s father walked into the store. “Good morning,” he greeted. “Give me a moment to get settled, Bracken, and I’ll dive in.”

“You’re working on Saturday? Ugh. We’d all hoped you’d be free,” Seth stated. “Another time, I guess. We’ll shoot for a Sunday.”

“What’s this about?” Father spoke up.

“I’ve been invited to a barbeque on Saturday,” Bracken explained. “I normally stay ‘til closing those days and won’t be able to make it.”

Father seemed to think for a moment. “You covered your sister’s shift yesterday,” he said. “She should be able to return the favor.”

“I don’t want to bother her,” Bracken replied. “She’s young and in love. Let her have the weekend with her new fiancée.”

“I’ll take your shift for you, then,” Father stated.

Bracken opened his mouth to say that wouldn’t be necessary, but Seth responded first.

“Seriously? That’d be great! Everyone’s looking forward to meeting this guy!”

“It’s settled,” Father said. His eyes crinkled in the corners, and seemed to glimmer with his cheerful smile.

Bracken felt his mouth bob open and shut a few times before he asked, “How many people? I’m sorry. I’ve only just met you, and I hardly know Kendra. A barbeque with a bunch of people I don’t know doesn’t sound particularly appealing.”

Father clamped his hand on Bracken’s shoulder, which caused him to wince in surprise. “Go make friends,” he encouraged. “This young man seems particularly delightful.”

“Warren and Dale will be there,” Seth said. “You know them, right? They own the cafe across the street.”

In passing, Bracken wanted to say, but Father answered for him.

“Yes. Wonderful people, both of them.” He looked at Bracken. “What do you say? I’ve got your shift covered, you’ll know a few of the people in attendance. I think you should go.”

The hidden message was clear to Bracken: Agree to go, or I’ll tell your Mother and you can deal with her nagging until you agree to go.

Bracken held up a hand in surrender. “Okay,” he relented. “I’ll need the address.”

“What’s your phone number?” Seth asked. “I’ll text it to you.”

He couldn’t believe he was giving out his personal cell phone number to someone he’d just met only a handful of minutes ago, and yet before he knew it, he received a text message from Seth with the address for Saturday’s gathering.

Seth waved a cheerful goodbye soon after and exited the shop.

“He seems nice,” Father stated. “He’ll make a good friend.”

“I don’t even know him,” Bracken replied.

“All friendships start somewhere, son,” Father said. “And it’s about time you started to make real friends of your own. You’ve been focused on work for much too long. Time for you to get out of your shell.”

Bracken supposed his father was correct, but what none of his family seemed to understand was that he enjoyed working. He liked interacting with customers, he liked working with flowers, and he liked being in the shop. If he was going to give up time in the shop, he wanted it to be for a reason he would equally enjoy, and he wasn’t sure that a barbeque with a few people he barely knew and more that he flat out didn’t know would be worth the cost.

Oh well, he thought. I can always leave early and go home if it’s terrible.

It wouldn’t be terrible, though.

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Read part 5 here!

#fablehaven #flower shop au #aerinm writes #brackendra #anonymous #thanks for asking! #help I’m getting carried away #don’t even really know where this is headed #this is probably just going to be a bunch of fluff/friendship/maybe romance with no actual plot lol

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okay okay okay

the movie “enchanted”, but witcher-fied (sorry this got away from me a bit)

there’s a stereotypical medieval fantasyland where jaskier julian alfred pankratz is the prince of lettenhovia. he’s got the looks, voice, and affinity for attracting woodland animals of a disney princess. also, the tragic backstory: his parents died in a freak accident when he was young. but don’t worry, his creepy “uncle” stregobor took upon himself the burden of ruling in their stead, until julian grew up and became ready for the throne.

(basically, stregobitch is like rasputin, and had tricked and slimed his way into the crown’s good graces before, surprise surprise, killing off the king and queen. he left julian alive to take some of the heat off of him with that extra distraction of grieving child. alas, poor little princeling that he can play the benevolent guardian to.)

and things are gr8 for good ol streggy, julian seems more inclined to sing and wander than become bogged down with the responsibility of becoming king. everything’s comin up stregs.

and then, of course, there’s a prophecy about how julian will be his doom or whatev and he needs to get on that shit STAT like he’s never heard of a self-fulfilling prophecy before (to be fair, fantasyland doesn’t have ancient greek tragedies to learn from so rip stregosaurus). but before he can implement his sophisticated plan of julian dying in an “accident”, our dear jules wanders too far and falls down a magic well into the Real World.

and he’s like, sweet, look at all this stuff! this is great and - oh hello, very attractive man with silken white hair and eyes as golden as the dawn light falling gently upon newly blossomed lillies and thighs that can crush his head and his heart, what up. and geralt is very confused and frustrated and oddly and begrudgingly charmed by this loudly dressed and loudly singing idiot accosting him outta nowhere, but his daughter ciri seems to like him so i guess we can keep him for a night but if he pees on the rug he’s out.

cue fun family bonding, musical numbers, shenanigans, all that jazz; julian, now jaskier cuz new world new him babey,, exploring and learning and having the time of his life and trying to get this broody man to open up and show that kindness his scowl can’t quite hide.

aaaaand cut back to streginald throwing a fit that the prince has cleverly evaded his dastardly plans, he has underestimated him it seems, and he can’t just let this massive loose thread keep flappin in the breeze, so he sends yennefer to deal with him.

now, yennefer is streggo my eggo’s daughter in this, and he’s raised her to be his right hand woman, his evil apprentice, the (much smarter) kronk to his yzma, and she’s been promised power once her dad fully claims the throne, so ofc she gets right on tracking that crafty twunk down to kill him. in the process, she comes across roach, julian’s horse and bff talking animal companion, by the magic well, gathering up the fucks to go after her wayward idiot. a struggle ensues, and yen and roach both go through the portal.

so now we got the side plot of these two trying to find jaskier, yen to kill him and roach to huff reproachfully at him for getting into this mess and if anyone is gonna kill him she will for dragging her across realms (she does not like portals, okay, they feel weird) not some uppity witch. so they got their tomfoolery of yen almost killing an unaware jaskier but then roach foiling her plans. she also tries to kidnap ciri as bait for a trap, but she can’t hurt this kid she’s too precious, ow ow ow, why does her chest feel weird?? she’s actually starting to find the boundaries to her thirst for power and it kinda sucks and feels nice at the same time??? 0/10 do not recommend

during this, geralt’s quiet life is being upended by this weird dude and he’s never danced so much in his life and his child is conspiring against him to set him up with this clearly deranged but very nice and pretty man but he’s not staying ciri we have to get him back to .....wherever tf he came from i don’t even like him, what are you talking about,,,

it all comes to a head at the costume ball, where geralt and jaskier are dancing and making eyes at each other until roach bursts in and tries to charades her way into warning her idiot to run motherfucker but she can’t talk in this realm so ugh and geralt horsegirl rivia is just like omg ur best friend is a horse that’s so fucking cool i love you even more.

and then yen bursts in; she’s kinda struggling to fulfill her mission, cuz she’s been watching jaskier and geralt and they just seem like two idiots that couldn’t possibly threaten anything, let alone her father’s power grab. she’s also made frenemies with roach, she’s the only motherfucker who can handle her in this city. so she just tries to scare jaskier into never returning, which works pretty well because she is v v scary, and then stregobonkers comes strolling in like wtf why is this taking you so long just kill him!! and yen is like i’ve kind of grown this pesky con- 🤢 consci- 🤢, wait, just, give me a min,,,, conscience!! yeah, that’s the bitch! anyway, stop telling me what to do dad and stregobego drops a bomb and goes i always knew you had a weakness to you, just like your parents!

and it’s just,,

silent.

what? what do you - my parents?

and it turns out he saw the power she held and wanted it under his control, so he killed her parents (it’s like, his signature move at this point) and groomed her to be his obedient little weapon. and, understandably, yen is pissed off and hurt and goes to lash out at him, but he just smirks and clicks his fingers while muttering under his breath, and everything stops for yen a second time as her mind blanks.

sneaky streg had put in a fail safe, in case she ever got out of line, and the amulet he gave her “for protection and focus, you must never take it off” lights up and puts her under his command and she turns into a sickass dragon that starts tearing up the dance floor, literally, in her rampage to kill jaskier.

geralt and jaskier go oh shit and dodge for their lives and things are looking pretty dire, but then jaskier looks at the suits of armor set up for decoration and goes wait a minute and grabs a sword to toss at geralt and just goes cover me boo and aim for that amulet and if you miss we’ll probably all die so no pressure!! and just sprints out and distracts angry dragon!yen and geralt goes goddamnit jaskier and sneaks around until he can jump at her and do a completely improbable matrix leap to stab at the amulet, and because this is a romcom and i get to choose my coping mechanisms, he makes it and yen is free from streg egghead’s power and she turns to him, still a dragon, and smiles wide with all them sharp sharp teeth and he goes ohhhh shiiiit and tries to run, but jaskier very helpfully trips him up and goes eat up my lady and dragon yen does, with great relish.

in conclusion, everyone lives happily ever after except streggles. geralt gets over his baggage and professes his love for jaskier, jaskier goes i’m not that easy geralt there needs to be wooing! i deserve to be wooed!! before heavily making out with him in the next five seconds. jaskier gives yen his blessing to become queen of lettenhovia, because he never really wanted the job anyway and she deserves it after what she’s been through. she still comes back every sunday for brunch and to teach ciri how to fight (she’s mine now, i’ve adopted her so she needs to learn the fine art of pointy things geralt) and geralt, jaskier, and ciri take holidays to fantasyland and roach is free to roam wherever she wants and becomes an advisor to yen.

the end

(extra dramatic addendum: geralt finally brings jask home to meet his family; vesemir opens the door and geralt goes this is my boyfriend, jas- but vesemir cuts him off with a choked out pRiNcE JuLiAn?! and it turns out vesemir is also actually from fantasyland. he worked for julian’s parents; the prevalence of monsters had been steadily rising, and so they had the idea to create witchers to combat them. kaer morhen was created under their sanction and vesemir was a teacher there, but he became disenfranchised with every boy that didn’t make it through the trials. when the keep was attacked by fanatics against witchers, he smuggled out eskel, lambert, coen, and geralt, and hid them away. he looked at these traumatized kids and went well that won’t do, followed up on some rumors of a new world, had a mage friend alter the boys’ memories, and skedaddled for our world. very shocking reveal, angsty angst-ness as geralt and the others deal with repressed memories and the fact that jaskier’s parents were responsible for it all, y’know, all that good stuff)

#the witcher #i come to you with another weird witcher au #geralt #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #yennefer #ciri #roach #cw: stregobor #jaskier would make a fantastic giselle don’t front #i would write a proper fic of this but it is late and i am tired #so here #some ramblings #witcher ficlet #geraskier

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Workaholic: A Coffee Shop AU

Inspired by reading @mako-being-bi’s prompt before my shift....at a coffee shop. Here is a one-shot I day dreamed at work

“- and Huan is going to the LCBO for Opal and he said he would pick me up whatever I want so that’s just another reason why you should come tonight.” Bolin finished matter of factly. He had been trying to convince Mako to go with him to this party all week.

Mako tolled his eyes as he wiped the steam wand with the sani cloth. “I already told you Bo, after I finish here I have to work on my History paper.” He really shouldn’t have left it so long, but he’d been picking up as many extra shifts as he could, once he turned 18 Mako could become Bolin’s legal guardian and get them out of foster care and he intended to, but they’d need money for an apartment to do that. Bolin reached over the counter to take his finished drink, “hey!”

Bolin knew he shouldn’t do that; he’d dealt with enough of his own annoying costumers. Bolin just waved Mako’s admonition off, “you could have been working on that today and partying tonight if you hadn’t picked up this extra shift.”

Mako was about to retort when Korra and Asami ran into the store from the mall hallway. “You guys will never guess who Asami and I saw at H&M!” Korra gasped, nearly having run her and Asami who she had been dragging behind her, into the counter. “It was the guy Mako saved last week!”

“And why did none of you tell me about this before today!” Asami chimes in, “you can all remember every complicated modification a Karen makes to a drink but you can’t remember Mako saving a guys life?”

Mako tears the next drink order sticker and places it onto a Grande cup. “I didn’t save-“

“Yeah he totally did!” Bolin interrupts, “so this guy orders a pink drink right, but I guess he didn’t know what was in it, or that he was allergic to strawberries, because he starts having an allergic reaction in the store-“

Mako cuts Bolin off to announce the finished order. “I administered an epiden.” Mako looks down at the next sticker “Korra did you seriously just mobile order.”

“What, I came here to see you, not whoever that guy at cash is.” Korra said, putting her phone back into her pocket. “And fine, the guy you administered an epipen to works at H&M, and he goes to school with Asami so he’ll probably be at the Beifong’s party tonight.” Korra finishes with a smirk. “So you should go in case he’s in dire need of medical assistance.”

Mako rolls his eyes, could everyone just stop with this party already, “I already told you I’m not going.”

Korra and Bolin continue talking about the upcoming party while Mako makes the drinks Korra ordered for her and Asami.

“You should think about coming Mako,” Asami says as she grabs her and Korra’s finished drinks. “I love seeing you at work, but it would be nice to see you outside of it.”

The three leave soon after that. Bolin told Opal he would help her hide all of the breakables to prepare for the party tonight and Asami needs to return some shoes and Korra goes with her.

Mako’s shift is going by pretty slowly, the mall isn’t as busy as his drive-thru store and people mostly just get water. The general lack of commotion means he sees him the moment he comes in. He still has his H&M name tag on.

“Hey Hasook, how are you buddy?” Mako remembers him being overly friendly, he wasn’t a regular at Mako’s usual store but he’d gone to the trouble of actually reading the barista’s name tags.

“Hey Wu, let me guess, you want a ‘surprise me’” Hasook rolls his eyes good naturedly, punching in a surprise order.

“There is just so much you can get; I don’t know how anybody chooses!”

Wu continues to chat with Hasook as he pays, Mako waits for the sticker to print before tossing it out and making him an iced white mocha, with cold foam instead of whip- it’s more annoying to make that way but it’s better. Wu’s still talking to Hasook when Mako calls out his drink.

“You need to tell them your allergies when you order a surprise me drink.”

“Huh?” Wu doesn’t look at Mako as he unwraps a straw and sticks it through the sip hole of the strapless lid.

“He wanted to give you a strawberry acia refresher” Wu just looks at him confused. “You know, strawberries...which you’re allergic to.”

That seemed to jog Wu’s memory as recognition flashed in his eyes. “Oh hey! You’re the guy- Hasook did you know,” Wu stops to read his name tag, “Mako here saved my life,” Wu stops again to look at his drink. “Twice now actually.”

“Yeah well you should be more careful.” Mako admonishes.

“Ugh I know I know, I just always forget that I’m allergic to strawberries. I get it confused with bee stings.” Wu says, taking his first sip happily.

A mobile order comes in and Mako moves tog tab the sticker. “How do you get those two mixed up?”

“Do you have any allergies?”

“Um, no”

“Then you wouldn’t understand.” Wu says, taking another sip of his drink. “I really am lucky you were there though, and that you remembered it was strawberries. What are you doing here though, don’t you work at the one downtown?”

“Oh um, yeah I do, but you can pick up shifts at other stores.” This conversation has already gone on a lot longer then any other costumer connection Mako had attempted to make. Making small talk wasn’t exactly his strong suit.

“Wow, so a hero and a hard worker,” Wu raises his brows, “I’m impressed. Let me guess you’re an animal lover too.” Wu grins.

“Oh no, that’d be my brother.” Wu laughs because of course he was teasing and Mako wishes he could hide in the back, “and I’m not a hero either.”

“Well, you definitely fooled me when you kinda saved my life, like a hero would.”

Mako is about to retort when Hasook interrupts from cash“Mako stop flirting with costumers, are you good up here by yourself if I go do the count?”

Mako can feel his face heating up. “I’m not, yeah I’ll be fine.” With a nod Hasook disappears into the back leaving Mako and Wu alone.

A phone alarm goes off, “Shit my break can’t already be over.” Wu pulled his phone from his pocket to stop the alarm.

“Oh well, uh, have fun at work.” Mako winces, he can’t even say see you later like a normal person.

“Yeah you too...” Wu turns to leave before turning right back to face Mako. “… I know this might be kind of, out of nowhere, but umm, your friends with Asami Sato right? Just because she talks about a Mako who works with her girlfriend Korra at Starbucks and, well that seems like a bit of a coincidence if you’re not actually the same person doesn’t it?” Wu speaks faster the longer he rambles, so by the end of it Mako is a little lost.

“Yeah, uh, I am, friends with Asami.”

“Great! So, you’re going to the Beifong’s party then. I would be worried if you weren’t, might die of anaphylactic shock.”

“Oh I’m-“ Mako was about to tell Wu he wasn’t actually going but, well he can always write his paper on Sunday. “yeah, I guess it is a good thing.”

Wu grins. “Great, so I’ll see you tonight then!” And with that he’s off back to work.

Mako wonders if there is still time to have Bolin have Huan get him something- nothing with strawberries though.

#there is just something so endearing concerning and funny about wu not knowing what hes allergic to #wuko nation #wukonation #wuko #prince wu #wu #mako #captain crop top #lok fanfic #legend of korra fanfic #lok #legend of korra #coffee shop au