#THIS IS MY ENERGETIC TRUTH WOW

[safesthavenoutsideofexistence]

Got chills I'm a juggernaut

#hella chills wow #omg??????? #chills #this is valid #im cri🥺 #THIS IS MY ENERGETIC TRUTH WOW #ima cri🥺 #thank God🥹 #thank God im truly so monstrously strong #i keep getting chills everytime i look at this🥺 #OMGGGGGG SMMMMMM CHILLSSSSSS #i wanna cry im so proud of myself omg🥺 #thank God my self concept got my back

[auras-moonstone]

how you get the girl — ethan landry

word count: 3,654

pairing: hockey player!ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: because of ethan’s reputation as a man-whore, y/n doesn’t believe he wants a serious relationship with her. so, ethan and chad make a list so that he can get the girl.

warnings: fluff.

author’s note: i’ve been reading lots of hockey rom-coms, so i needed to write about it. i’m obsessed with ethan as a hockey player😫

ETHAN DIDN’T KNOW HOW BADLY HIS ACTIONS WOULD COME BACK IN THE FUTURE TO BITE HIM IN THE ASS. Being captain of the Blackmore hockey team and certified pretty boy, girls were practically—and quite literally sometimes—throwing themselves at him, and he would lie if he said he didn’t love the attention. It would be easier and shorter to name the girls he hadn’t hooked up with than naming the ones he had. That gained him the reputation of being a playboy, and he didn’t mind being called that, to be completely honest. Or at least, he didn’t until Y/N came into his life.

She was Tara’s best friend, and since said girl started dating Ethan’s best friend, Chad, the four of them began spending lots of time together. At first, the boy flirted with Y/N because hitting on attractive girls was like second nature to him, but then he got to know her better and the unexpected thing happened—Ethan was swept off his feet. But his reputation was his karma, and Y/N didn’t think he was being serious with her. She would laugh and brush it off because no matter how gorgeous Ethan was, playboys weren’t Y/N’s type, so she would decline every attempt of him to make her go out with him.

“Why not? Just one date” Ethan said on his fifth attempt of the day. They were on the Blackmore hockey rink, and instead of using his break to drink water and rest, Ethan went to talk to Y/N.

“Exactly. You want just one date, get me inside your bed and tomorrow you’ll move onto some other girl. I really like you” she said, and before he could smirk in victory she added. “But why ruin the friendship we have for sex? Besides, one night stands aren’t my cup of tea.”

“Then let’s make it an every day thing” Ethan said.

“Nice try, Eth. We know you don’t do repeats” she stated.

“I could!” he argued. “And besides, I’m not asking for sex—I mean, at the end of the date, if you want to, I’m not gonna reject the offer—, I’m done with hook ups, I want something more.”

Y/N laughed “Okay, try it, but not with me. I’m sorry, Eth”

The girl stood up and made her way towards the exit of the rink, leaving a disappointed Ethan behind. She would lie if she said she didn’t want to try things with him, but the truth also was that she didn’t trust him when it came to relationships and she didn’t want to get her heart broken by him.

Chad got off the ice to find his best friend sitting on the bleachers, gaze fixed on the stairs, looking like a sad kicked puppy. It’s not a sight seen often, Ethan was usually an over-energetic puppy, always happy and with a smile on his face.

“Hey, man. What’s wrong?”

“Y/N rejected me.” Ethan played with his hockey stick, not wanting to meet his best friend’s eyes.

“I’ve never seen you like this after a rejection” Chad frowned.

“Well, not to brag, but it doesn’t usually happen.” he said, making Chad chuckle. “But it’s different this time. Y/N is not someone I want for one night, or for something casual. I want everything with her.”

“Wow” Chad took a breath, shocked by the confession. “And she said no?”

“She says she doesn’t want to ruin our friendship” Ethan said.

Chad scoffed “Why would that happen?”

“She doesn’t trust me and thinks I’m not boyfriend material. I really am serious about her, Chad. I swear. I would never hurt her. I wish she could read my mind”

“Don’t you dare give up, then. Words aren’t enough, show her you really like her”

“How?”

Chad smirked. “Grab a pen and a napkin, we are going to make a list so you can get the girl.”

one: get her favourite coffee

ETHAN WOKE UP A BIT EARLIER THE FOLLOWING DAY TO GO TO Y/N’S FAVOURITE COFFEE SHOP AND GET HER ORDER. He convinced Tara to drag Y/N straight to class, not letting her get the coffee, and to text him once they were in the classroom. Once he got the text, Ethan entered the class, all eyes on him, and set the cup in front of Y/N with an adorable grin.

“Good morning. You look gorgeous as always” he kissed her cheek and simply left the room.

Y/N stared at the drink completely astonished, ignoring the glares coming from the female population and the smirk her best friend was giving her. There was something scribbled with black sharpie—it was simple, but it made her stomach combust. Have a great day, beautiful! Love, Ethan. And three hearts poorly made—which she thought was utterly adorable—next to his name.

“You got him in a leash” Tara laughed.

“Don’t be silly, we know what he wants” Y/N brushed it off.

“Come on, Ethan doesn’t do romantic stuff for anyone, not even to get laid.”

“It’s just one coffee, Tara. Let’s not be dramatic.”

But Tara knew, and Y/N too, that the little gesture was a lot when it came to Ethan Landry. Yet, a coffee cup wasn’t enough to gain the girl’s trust.

two: show her you’re interested in her interests

WHAT IS THE THING Y/N ENJOYED THE MOST? EASY: BOOKS. Ethan knew exactly which one he should start with. In fact, he had bought it the first time Y/N mentioned it. He didn’t know what it was about, but he was sure it was a rom-com that referenced other rom-com movies.

“Ethan!” Chad said in a loud voice, startling his friend. Ethan looked up to find his best friend, Tara and Y/N staring at him. The latter had her mouth wide open.

“What?” he asked absentmindedly. He had been so immersed in the book he hadn’t heard them arrive.

“We called your name countless times, man.” Chad laughed.

“Sorry” Ethan closed the book and looked at Y/N. “Um, I may have a man-crush on Wes Bennett.”

Y/N chuckled, sitting in front of him and ignoring the way her heart was beating rapidly. She wanted to take a picture of Ethan with the book and set it as her lock screen “Welcome to the club.”

“I can’t stand it anymore, I need them to kiss. I need Wes to get the girl” he groaned.

A grin took over her features “Which part are you at?”

“They are going to hang out at Michael’s house” Ethan replied, which made her smile wider. “What’s that smile for? Oh god, what is going to happen?”

“I’m not going to spoil it! Just want to say… buckle up”

“You can’t say that! I can’t continue reading until tomorrow, I have a test!” Ethan panicked.

“Look at you, invested in a rom-com” Chad bumped his shoulder.

“I just wanted to see if it lived up to Y/N’s hype” Ethan said, making her turn into a blushing mess. “It does.”

“You aren’t even finished” Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “Did you know there’s a sequel coming? And its playlist isn’t very optimistic”

“What?! You just ruined my day. I don’t want to read it anymore” he crossed his arms.

Wanting to mess with him, Tara grabbed the book. “So you wouldn’t mind if I-“ she stopped talking when the boy took the book from her hands.

“Yes, I would mind”

“Wait, are you annotating it?” Y/N said when she saw the colourful post-its.

“Yeah, it’s pretty fun. Anyways, I have to go to class, see you later at practice?”

“See you” Chad said. Before leaving, Ethan kissed Y/N’s forehead.

“What is going on with him?” Y/N asked.

“Showing you he’s serious about you. What are you waiting for, Y/N/N? I thought you liked him” Chad said.

“I do, a lot. But I’m not sure I’m really what he wants. What if he’s just interested because I’m the only girl who has rejected him? What if I finally say yes and then that interest is gone? How am I supposed to recover from that?”

“Y/N…”

“There’s nothing I’d like more than to call him mine, Chad. Trust me. But being just another girl on his list would kill me. I don’t want to lose him, okay? I don’t know if I’m willing to risk our friendship.”

three: woo her with your hockey skills.

WHEN PRACTICE WAS OVER AND CHAD AND ETHAN DIDN’T LEAVE THE RINK, Y/N WAS CONFUSED. The boys skated towards the bleachers Tara and her were sitting in and smirked at them. Chad grabbed a bag from a corner and gave it to them.

“Put the skates on, ladies”

Y/N wanted to laugh when Ethan grabbed her hands and guided her around the ice, but she thought it was so cute that she didn’t have the heart to tell him she knew how to skate perfectly well.

“Okay, I think you’re ready to do it on your own, but go slowly” Ethan said as he finished explaining her how to slide in the ice.

“Losers don’t do it slowly, Landry.” Y/N scoffed.

“You will hurt yourself, Y/N/N. Don’t be stubborn, it’s dangerous.” Ethan sighed.

Y/N smirked “Oh yeah?” she skated flawlessly towards a corner, and came back with a winning smile. She even did a little spin to show off.

“H-how?” he asked breathlessly, frozen in place with a look of shock.

“Took skating classes when I was little” she explained.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I was blabbering instructions like a fool”

Y/N shrugged “I couldn’t, you looked so excited”

“You’re evil” he shook his head as he let out the cutest laugh Y/N had ever heard. God, her infuriation was just getting worse with every little action he did. She didn’t know how much longer she would be able to contain herself. She needed him to stop.

So her face turned serious “Ethan…”

Ethan fluttered his eyes close and then looked at her with pleading eyes. “Please don’t. I know what you’re going to say. Just hear me out. I know that my reputation is horrible, and I get why you don’t trust me. But I have never been more serious about something the way I am about you. I really wish I could erase every hook up, but I can’t and I don’t want my past to define my future. I know it’s hard to believe, but I haven’t been with anyone since I fell for you. I haven’t even thought about anyone else since I fell for you. I want to keep showing you how much I like you.”

Y/N was speechless. He had known Ethan long enough to know he was being serious and completely honest with his words. Maybe she had judged him too much, maybe he had truly changed. And now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen him with a girl in ages. Maybe diving into a relationship wasn’t the safest option, but it was worth the try.

four: get her flowers

DURING HER LUNCH BREAK, Y/N WAS SURPRISED BY THE HOCKEY PLAYER, who on one hand was holding red tulips and on the other one food. Like always, his presence brought attention and whispers, but none of them cared. Something had shifted between them since that afternoon at the rink, and they both could feel it.

“Thank you, Eth” she smiled gratefully. “You know, I had a feeling you would bring me lunch, so instead of bringing mine, I brought yours. I owe you flowers, though.”

“Thanks” he laughed. “Do you like them?”

“They are beautiful” she nodded, her cheeks the same colour as her flowers.

“When you get home, you should look for the meaning of red tulips” he winked.

For the rest of the day, Y/N had been in a haze. Every time Ethan crossed her mind, blush appeared on her cheeks and the corners of her mouth lifted up.

“My god, was I that annoying when Chad and I started talking?” Tara asked when they entered their dorm.

“Yes, you were, T.” Y/N chuckled, remembering her best friend’s love-sick smile every time Chad texted her. “You still are, by the way.”

“Anyways, I love seeing you like this. And I’m glad you’re willing to give Ethan a chance.”

“Me too. I’m not going to lie, I’m a bit scared that he’ll get bored of me, but I’m really determined to risk it.”

“He’s not going to get bored of you, Y/N/N. He doesn’t like you because he’s into the whole ‘Only girl who had ever rejected him’ thing. He’s into you because you don’t see him only as a hot hockey player, but you also see how sweet and caring he is. You’re not interested in using him to become popular, you see that he is much more than his popularity. And that is why he likes you.”

“Well, shit. Now I feel bad for rejecting him multiple times.” Y/N slumped to the couch.

Tara laughed “Don’t. It’s understandable why you were cautious with your feelings. He knows that he isn’t a saint. By the way, did you know that Chad and him made this list with things to do to win you over?”

“Really?” Y/N laughed. “That makes sense, he’s being really sweet this week. Well, more than usual, because he’s always super sweet.”

“I found it on their fridge, they are so silly. It’s called ‘Ethan and Chad’s infallible list on how to get the girl’. I took a picture”

Y/N took Tara’s phone and laughed at the list. There were a couple of items crossed out and with a tick, and the one that said ‘Woo her with your hockey skills’ had a little note to the side that said ‘Backfired. My girl is a skating genius, made me look like a fool’, which made her laugh. Then, on the ‘Give her flowers’ there was an explanation note that said ‘My pick: red tulips. Means declaration of love’.

“Fucking hell, he’s so… ugh! I really want to kiss him”

“Lucky for you, that’s item six” Tara said over her shoulder.

“The thought of them brainstorming and writing this down is adorable” Y/N laughed.

“It really is” Tara nodded. “You should wear Ethan’s jersey to the game tomorrow. You don’t know how many times he told us he has dreamt about it.”

Y/N smiled, her heart fluttering. Ethan had shown her how much he liked her, and she thought it was time to show him how much she liked him. “You know? That’s an excellent idea.”

[💖]

five: publicly state you’re only into her.

ETHAN KNEW THE BEST TIME TO EXECUTE ITEM FIVE WOULD BE THE NIGHT OF THE GAME. The ideal scenario would be to get that puck on the net and dedicate it to Y/N, and if he wasn’t that lucky, he would settle with blowing kisses and winks at her. Though when he went out on the ice rink and he caught sight of her, his mind went blank, his body stopped working for a couple of seconds and if it weren’t for Chad steadying him, he would’ve collapsed to the ice.

He quickly skated towards her seat, which was in the first row, right behind the glass. “Beautiful, you can’t just come here in my jersey without any warnings. You want me to have a heart attack?”

A sweet laugh bursted out of her “Sorry. Red tulips are your way of declaring your love, I thought wearing your jersey could be mine.”

Ethan’s breath hitched “Um, I’m about to jump up this glass so that I can kiss you.”

The girl shook her head and laughed “After the game, pretty boy. If you win, you might get an extra reward.”

And hell if those words didn’t encourage Ethan to play his best. The game was brutal, both teams were acing it and the match was about to end in a tie, until Ethan scored the winning goal a few seconds before time was over. The Blackmore bleachers erupted in screams of triumph, and the players united for a group hug.

Tara and Y/N instantly went looking for their boys. The last one scowled as she saw a puck bunny making sexy eyes at Ethan and she clung to his arm. The boy couldn’t have looked more uncomfortable, he pulled his arm away, only for the girl to find another way of touching him.

“You have been acting so hard to get lately. Don’t you think a winner deserves a kiss?” Y/N heard the girl say.

“You’re absolutely right. Now, back away so I can kiss the hell out of him.” Y/N said, throwing daggers at the girl, who looked at her in a mix of surprise and annoyance. “And can’t you get a hint? He’s uncomfortable.”

Ethan gaped at her. She had never looked so hot—standing there with his number on the back of the jersey that fitted her like a dress, knee-length boots that weirdly turned him on, and with a scowl on her face as she got all territorial on him.

“And who are you?” the puck bunny scanned her up and down with a frown.

“His girlfriend. Now, can you leave? I have to congratulate my man” she said harshly. As soon as she said that, Ethan was sure he was about to drop onto his knees and let her do whatever she wanted to him.

“Girlfriend?” Ethan smirked as the puck bunny left. “I like the sound of that.”

“Good” Y/N smirked back, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Now, are you ready to cross out items five and six? You know, one bird two stones.”

“Hell yes”

Their lips moved hungrily, and the kiss was way too heated and inappropriate considering their surroundings. But they couldn’t stop it, their desire was diesel and they had been playing with fire for months.

“I promised you a reward if you won, right?” Y/N said against his lips.

“Isn’t this the reward? This is more than I could’ve asked for. You, finally being my girlfriend and kissing me while wearing my jersey.” his eyes were dark and lips swollen. His beauty was out of this world.

“You scored the winning goal, babe. You deserve a special reward” she licked her lips. “Let’s go to your car.”

He nodded eagerly, and as they reached the car, he dared to ask “What do you have in mind?”

She opened the back door. “One kiss isn’t enough. How much time do you have until you have to go to the bar with the guys?”

“What guys? What bar? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he acted clueless and she let out a giggle. “In fifteen, but they’ll survive if I arrive a bit late. I want to be with my girl for a while.”

“Okay, then get in the car so we can make out.” Y/N bursted out laughing as Ethan carelessly threw himself on the backseat of his car. “You need to learn about the art of subtlety, Eth.”

“Oh that’s rich coming from the girl who attacked me in the middle of the arena.” he said grabbing her waist to guide her to his lap.

“Attack you? That’s not what I did” she scoffed.

“Yes you did. You attacked me with a kiss and then you led me to my car to corrupt me” Ethan said in a fake innocent tone.

“Corrupting the former man-whore?” Y/N arched an eyebrow.

Ethan’s eyes darkened “You’re right. Maybe I am the one corrupting you. I mean, you couldn’t even wait for us to get home to attack me again?”

“You’re insufferable. You’re so lucky you’re hot.”

“I am hot?”

Y/N nodded, looking at him. His muscled arms were spread on the top of the seats, grin plastered on his face and cheeks still rosy from the cold temperature of the arena.

“The hottest. And the best thing? That you’re mine.”

“Just yours, love.” he smiled sweetly, resting his forehead on hers.

“That list of yours is pretty… infallible, right?” Y/N joked.

“I can’t believe you know about the list” Ethan hid his face on her neck.

“You sticked it on the fridge and Tara took a picture” Y/N replied.

“Fucking Chad” Ethan groaned. “So, what do you think?”

“Well, it worked, right? You got the girl.”

“Yes, I did” he smiled hugging her tightly. “Should I do one on how to keep the girl?”

Y/N laughed “I don’t think you need that. Rumour has it, she’s totally in love with you.”

“Oh yeah? Lucky me, because I’m totally in love with her too.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry fluff #ethanlandry #ethan landry x you #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry angst #ethan landry drabble #ethan landry fic #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry oneshot #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n #jack champion oneshot #jack champion imagine #jack champion fluff #jackchampion #jack champion fanfic

[midnightechoes]

Okay, so My Adventures With Superman was everything I hoped it would be and more! Clark is a fun, charming, earnest himbo. Lois is a driven, confident reporter with a knack for finding a story and not really thinking of the trouble it'll get her into. And Jimmie is an eager conspiracy theorist who's ready to uncover the truth with his friends.

I honestly love this version of the main trio. They're funny, energetic, and lively and they go together well. And most of the background characters are fun so far. Perry is fantastic as their perpetually tired and fed up with their bs boss. This Ma Kent is FANTASTIC. And this version of Livewire is an interesting (and hot) take on the character.

And I love how immediately into each other Lois and Clark are. Their obvious crushes on each other is refreshing and done really well, leading to a lot of cute moments just in the first two episodes.

So okay, when I watched this, my first thought, after just "holy shit this is great!" was that WOW, for a completely straight show, it just kind of feels gay. Like, it has a very queer vibe to it. Somehow, despite Lois and Clark being a het relationship it kind of feels sapphic as hell in the way it's done. And I'm sorry, but this version of Livewire was designed for lesbians:

So I looked at the credits, and yep, it made sense.

The show was developed by Jake Wyatt, who worked in the animation department for the Duck Tales reboot and Steven Universe. Josie Campbell is the co-producer, who was a writer and story editor on She-Ra and the Princesses of Power. The first episode was directed by Jen Bennett, who directed 17 SPOP episodes, including Princess Prom, Promise, and Save the Cat. And the second episode was directed by Diana Huh, who was a co-director and storyboard artist on SPOP, and a storyboard artist on the Duck Tales Reboot, Infinity Train, and DC Superhero Girls.

My point is that there are a number of SPOP alum working on this show and it shows because somehow, someway, this silly little (so far) completely het show about one of the oldest superheroes and America's boy scout, feels fresh and gay as hell.

And who knows, maybe there'll actually be some queer content down the line. I mean, Kara is supposed to show up at some point. 😏 A girl can dream, can't she?*

My Adventures With Superman feel fun, fresh, and very anime-inspired and I 100% recommend checking it out. It airs on Adult Swim and HBO Max, and the first episode is free to watch on Adult Swim's Youtube page.

Also, I want you all to know that I worked really hard to make this a decently coherent post and not just a lot of squealing about how great this show is and how adorable fucking Clark and Lois are.

*For real, if, against all odds, this show was somehow the show that pulled off Supercorp, I would LOSE. MY. MIND. I know, there is a 0.0002% chance of that happening, but again, a girl can DrEaM!

#superman #clark kent #my adventures with superman #lois lane #kal el #clois #jimmie olsen #martha kent #ma kent #pa kent #john kent #jor el #leslie willis #livewire

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Funtime Freddy Headcanons (Yandere Funtime Freddy X Male Reader) Five Nights At Freddy's Sister Location

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins so in this chapter it is going to be Funtime Freddy as a yandere for a male reader! I will have this on YouTube in audio/video as well!! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here, muffins! 

(Disclaimer:  FunTime Freddy Is SENTIENT in this, he is NOT POSSESSED by ANY CHILD SPIRIT(S)! HE IS SENTIENT) 

(Disclaimer: Funtime Freddy Is NOT Yandere in canon! This is just for fun and NOT To be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it. Yanderes are NOT Ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!] 

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Funtime Freddy X Male Listener- 

.Funtime Freddy is an energetic animatronic bear and loves entertaining Children. 

.That is what he appears to be most of the time. 

.In truth, Funtime Freddy Is sadistic, psychotic, and deranged. 

.So it is no surprise that when he meets you he becomes obsessed with you. 

.You are the love of his life and he is going to make you scream (Wow Freddy, buy the guy dinner first!) 

.He has never felt like this for anyone before. 

.You were something special. 

.He is beyond unstable and loves to hurt people. 

.He does want to break you, but do not worry, he will put you back together (William? Is that you?) 

.You are his darling and he will take such good care of you. 

.He does not deal with rivals well, killing them without giving them a second chance. 

.If He cannot have you, he is going to make damn sure that NO ONE ELSE Has you. 

.You are his little teddy and he is not going to share. 

.He is the type of yandere to mock you a bit, not in a nasty way, but more a way to mentally break you down. 

.He is going to break you down so he can put you back together and that way you know you can only be with him. 

.He is also a bit softer with you, loving to snuggle you and hold you close. 

.Though if you try and squirm away then you will be held even tighter. Even to the point that it might hurt. 

.Funtime Freddy is a yandere who likes to cause pain. 

.So if you step out of line, he is going to punish you, taking great glee in teaching you a lesson. 

.He takes even more pleasure in hurting anyone in the way of his love for you. 

.You are his man, his sweet little teddy bear and he is going to get you, one way or another. 

.He is very upfront about his feelings, as when he first sees you, he knows that he wants you to be his and he will make that happen. 

.Making his intentions clear almost right away! 

.If you openly reject his feelings oh BOY will you be in big trouble! 

.He will be teaching you a lesson very, very soon. 

.If you do not shoot him down right, this will stroke his ego. 

.He is confident and egotistical and will have your passive nature as confirmation that you are HIS Good boy and that you want him. 

.He will make you his good boy one way or another. 

.When he officially tells you that you are his. 

.If you turn him down, well he is breaking an arm, or a leg, or both! 

If you accept his love he will be over the moon and you will be his. 

.You would have sealed your fate. 

.You are his little Teddy Bear, and he is your Big Teddy. 

I hope you are Ready for Funtime Freddy Cause he is coming for you~ 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter is done, I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

#yandere #yandere fnaf #yandere five nights at freddys #yandere sister location #yandere headcanons #headcanons #sister location #fnaf sister location #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf funtime freddy #funtime freddy #funtime freddy x reader #reader #male reader

[nicolesainz]

Fearless (BC 21)

Ben Chilwell x reader

Prompt : it’s Valentine’s Day and the new Chelsea video gave me inspo

warnings: tooth rotting fluff

“Cause I don’t know how it gets better than this, you take my hand and…AH!” I feel someone nudging me out of nowhere, while I was doing free kicks on the pitch.

“What are you listening to there?” Reece smirks at me, knowing my full-blown obsession with Taylor Swift.

“Since you already know, why do you ask?” I roll my eyes at him

“Because instead of singing lovey-dovey songs, you should go up to him and talk” he grabs my phone and shuts Spotify off

“uh hey! Rude!” I take my phone back and shove it in my jackets pocket

“Come on, Y/N. It’s better to talk than just simply sit here and keep looking at him. Plus, you don’t know what’s going to happen! Maybe something good!”

“Or, things could go completely horrible and he will hate me for the rest of my life” I panic just at the thought of talking to Ben.

I mean, of course I talk to Ben. It’s not like I avoid him completely. I’m m just getting all shy and nervous around him, whilst things doesn’t occur with Kai, Mason or Reece.

Ben is different. He’s the first guy I met when I signed for Chelsea. We arrived at the team the same time. 2 years ago. I knew Reece before signing for Chelsea, so practically Ben was my first interaction with a Chelsea player.

He may not seem as energetic or enthusiastic like Mason is, but I guarantee you, he is extremely fun, sweet and charming! Always cares about everyone and wants to help whenever he can and is possible.

But the reason I fell for him, isn’t one of these. During the first outing of the two teams, everybody was drunk. Barely could think straight. We decided to play truth or dare. Me, the fool I was, thinking it would be an innocent game, decided to play.

Flashback, 2020

“Guys guys, hush now. My turn” Jorginho tried to calm everyone down, wanting for this turn to finally come.

After a few seconds everyone was silent, focused on what he was about to say

“Who to pick. Who to pick. AHA! Y/N!” Uh oh, I thought to myself. This wouldn’t end well

“Truth or dare. And please say dare! You’ve been saying truth all night. Be more active” he complained, to which, my cheeks turned red and so did Ben.

“She can do whatever she wants. It’s a damn game. If she doesn’t feel comfortable doing anything, she won’t!” Ben sharply replied to his teammate and earned a lot of “ohh’s” and “wow’s” by the other people in the room.

“Uh, I’ll do dare. It’s alright Ben! Don’t worry” I looked at him with a sympathetic smile on my face.

“FINALLY! Okay um” he pauses for a moment, trying to think on what he wanted me to do as a task. His eyes darted back and forth between a bottle of vodka and Ben. Finally, his last look was focused on his teammate. Crap.

“Okay, so, I dare you to play ‘7 minutes in heaven’ with Ben” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. It would have been so embarrassing.

Ben and I looked at each other. His eyes were talking with mine, trying to get a message through. Thankfully, we got up and left the room, being applauded by everyone else. I wanted a hole to open underneath me and disappear.

Ben guided me to one of Pulisic’s guest rooms, since he was the one hosting the party. He found the key and locked the door, so we wouldn’t have any unexpected visitors.

“Look, 7 minutes in heaven is a very tricky and risky game so we won’t do that. I won’t allow it. I don’t wanna do this to you. Put you in a situation you may feel uncomfortable.” He explained with a soft look, comforting me.

“Oh okay. We will do whatever you want, I don’t have a problem really” I reply quietly with my head lowered.

“All I want for you, is to once do whatever you want and not listen to others. If you wanted to say ‘truth’ at the game, you could have said so! No one should force you to do anything you don’t feel like to” his fingers under my chin, lifted it up, so I could look deeply into his eyes.

I wonder if you know. I’m trying so hard, not to get caught up now…

His eyes were sparkling under the light of the moon that was coming inside the room. The whole house went quiet. Everything around me stopped.

I felt Ben’s thumb caressing my lower lip, whilst his other arm was tangled with mine. My heart was beating faster than any other moment in my life. Not even when scoring, I haven’t felt like this.

“Do I have your permission to kiss you?” He leaned a tad forward as he was waiting for my answer. A rational me would have probably said no, but the drunken me wanted to feel alive.

I nodded my head as I left a soft “yes” escape my mouth. This could have been louder if I wasn’t so addicted to the way he was looking at me.

Ben’s lips were perfectly attached to mine. It wasn’t rushed or lusty. It was sweet and genuine. We poured all our emotions to it until there weren’t any left.

End of flashback

“For the love of god, go talk to him. Why are you being so pessimistic?” Mason whined in my ear as we were walking towards the meeting room.

“I will talk to him whenever it feels right. It’s my own decision”

“Oh great! So around never? Because it’s already been two years Y/N!” He lightly shouted, which made the people walking in front of us turn around.

Kepa, Marcus and Ben all turned their heads to look at a worried Mason screaming at me and nervousness started kicking in.

Ben looked at me with a confused look “All aright here, mate?” Asked his fellow footballer

“Yes he’s of course. I was looking for you two, I need to speak with you. Would you mind Chilly?” Mason wrapped his arms around Kepa and Marcus’s shoulders and led them away from me and Ben.

“Why was he yelling? Did he do something to you?” his voice was full of concern

“Oh no no! Just having a heated discussions that’s all” I could even look Ben in the eyes.

“Who does he want you to talk to?” That question caught me off guard.

“A guy, but right now it’s not important” I said quickly, wanting to move on from this topic.

“Oh a guy! Do I happen to know him?”

“Maybe” great! I should have stayed silent.

“I’m sorry for interfering. It seems like you don’t want to share more, so I will stop asking” Ben walked in a faster pace than before.

My hands shake, I’m not usually this way but you pull me in and I’m a little more brave

“Wait Ben! Please stop!” I shout and he stops at his tracks.

“Why have you been avoiding me Y/N? Have I done something to you?” why do all his questions catch me off guard today?

“I love you, okay?” I blurt out, squeezing my eyes shut, not wanting to see his possibly frightened reaction.

“Y/N. Can you please open your eyes?”

I do as he says immediately

“Why didn’t you say so earlier darling?” wait what?

“What do you mean by that?”

“It means that I love you too, actually had for quite some time. And it hurt me to death, seeing you avoid me and only hanging out with Mason and Reece” Ben confessed and the feeling I had in my stomach two years ago when we were alone, came back.

“If I could, I would smile like a fangirl but I’m too shocked right now” I say lightly chucking

“Then I want to see you smile love. All the time”

“Ben, I am so sorry for avoiding you. I truly didn’t want to hurt you in any way!”

“I think you just made up for all the pain I was feeling. And please, never leave me alone again”

“Never chilly. Never”

#ben chilwell #chelsea #ben chilwell x y/n #ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell one shot #ben chilwell fanfic #ben chilwell fluff

[suguru-getos]

Oh. INTRESTING. I just realised I should think about self ships more 😭 but okay here we go 😎

my self ship would be with Suguru. Definitely. Not the cult leader tho 😭 just a little rewind right there. You see the high school Suguru? Yeah cool. I only claim him.

>>> How would be better like when I'm off?

It'd definitely hurt him too with me. (because that's what I've seen with people around me, you know when that loud and bubbly one goes silent ?! Even though you know they'd be fine it's just so ouch. As if something's missing. Yeah, my personality is more or less like Satoru, he's ENTP I'm ENFP. which by the way, did you know? Fits INTJ in compatibility better hehe yeah I see him as a threat so what? 😤) and since his rationality is something I"d value, he'd have to do the tougher job of being my backbone rather than getting away with just sympathizing and giving me rational and "harsh truth" perspectives when I come to him with the problem that's bothering me. He knows if tries to be soft with me or bullshit me with sympathy I'd see it right away. So that.

>>> I HC our relationship to be such that it makes everyone jealous because he's definitely smiling and laughing around me more (not because he's smitten or sth, because I'm his personal clown ✨). That's what I am about most of the times. Hyped up over the smallest things. Hehe.

>>> Jealous. Huh. Interesting. I'm a women in stem, and you must know how the ratio is always so heavy on men"s side. So naturally I have a lot of them hitting on me at all the points of time. 😂

>>>And another thing is, I'm an extrovert socialising with people all the time so he might be annoyed on how to get my attention on him out of all the other people i hangout with (Again, not my words 😂😭) little does he know he has all of it since day 1. But that'd be only an issue before we get together, because he'd never know if I view him differently/romantically or not 😭 because "you're this energetic with everyone. How am I to know?"

>>> I and Satoru would definitely always be bickering over how he lets me get away with spam texting but not him. Hehe. Suguru's reasoning? "You're annoying, she's not *shrug*"

I say I don't think any self ships but then I go on full on spam mode (I hope you don't mind it, if you do please be honest about it and lmk like "I just asked for headcanons not a ONESHOT you idiot🔪) somehow wow😭 but yeah. That's how I see it, sunshine x grumpy (kind of?) Trope.

(Which made me think, neither of us actually like yapping about ourselves too much so we'd just be having hours and hours of discussions about different topics. The quality time discussion is a love language kinda couple. )

Now YOUR TURN. *hands over the pen*

lmfaoooo why not the cult leader sugu? he has such a dominant rizzly energy my self ship revolves around him and i’d bark like an animal for cult leader sugs 🙇🏻‍♀️🥹

-> also that’s so cute omg?? i am an intj/entj hybrid so i love myself enfps 🫵🏻 they bring such a lovely vibe around. (my irl best friend is an enfp) & i’d die for her. <33 suguru would love you so much, you’d be his breath of fresh air & when you go down, so does his existence. i hc him as super empathetic to people he cares about, so if you’re down, he’s rock bottom. :33 hello 👋 another stem major here’s your crown 👑 gorgeous ‼️ i’ve graduated in 2022 from stem so i know how the life’s like. 😉 suguru would be disgustingly jealous fr fr you attract everyone with your positivity.

-> suguru would definitely appreciate your bickering with satoru & blabbering. it would make him feel good that two of the people he loves the most are talking/being together 💋

grumpy x sunshine is my favorite troupe so this post made me intensely happy. 🪷🥰 also, that’s alright for the long post, only made fun of how people can see a character so similarly yet so differently!!

-> as of my own self ship headcanons, i’ll post them cus i’d yap more than you istg 😭 he’d love when i wear a saree tho ‼️🙇🏻‍♀️

#•share your selfship headcanons with me• #geto suguru #geto fluff #jjk #jjk fluff

[kitkatnerds3]

BSD S5 EP 9

I have not finished the episode yet but I've just gotten to the Fukufuku backstory (specifically the part where they just met and its night and they're lying on the floor together) and, these two are fucking dark timeline Renga from sk8! 'The way of the sword is enjoyable!' and 'I'm going to master the sword alongside you' vs 'skating is fun!' and 'I want to skate with you infinitely' I swear Fukuchi even did the same hand movement that Reki did at some point. Energetic sunshine (at least at the moment) x calm and collected. I am getting such strong Renga vibes from that scene and it's driving me insane.

OK I JUST WATCHED TWO (2) SECONDS FURTHER AND NOW WE'RE IN A FUCKING SHOJO ANIME! BONES LOVES OLD MAN YAOI SO MUCH! THIS IS SO GAY! WHY ARE THERE SO MANY CHERRY BLOSSOMS!!? A CHERRY BLOSSOM PETAL IN THE SHAPE OF A HEART JUST FELL INTO FUKUZAWAS SAKE(?) AND THEN BROKE INTO TWO. THEY'RE NOT EVEN BEING SUBTLE WITH THE 'THIS (ROMANTIC) RELATIONSHIP IS ABOUT TO GO O SHIT' -NESS

DONT DO SYMBOLISM WITH THE FUCKING BIRDS YOU DUMB SHOW! I SEE WHAT YOU'RE FUCKING DOING! For context, they were having a conversation but the focus was on these two egrets? herons? anyways, and then one of them just flew off when Fukuchi said that he was gonna be promoted and sent to the battlefield , which is what separated these two. I'm going to die, I'm not entirely sure why but I am. /pos

Fuck it, I'm committing to the live blog. enjoy seeing my live uncut reactions folks!

The animation is so pretty bro, bones adores their old man yaoi.

Ok, old man yaoi backstory is over , and before I move on to the next thing I just wanna say, young Fukuzawa was so fucking cute! He was an old man even when he was a baby! he was adorable! and honestly so was Fukuchi! I'm very sad that he became the way he is now, war really does stuff to people, huh?

Ok I'm a little bit confused, I didn't realize that he had told that United Nations guy the half-truth. But whatever, that's on me I guess.

OK! JESUS FUCK THE MORE I HERE ABOUT THE WAR THE WORSE IT GETS. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE SOLDIERS HAD TO EAT EACHOTHER AND WERE SHOT FOR TRYING TO DESERT! MAYBE I SHOUD HAVE EXPECTED THAT IT IS WAR BUT JESUS CHRIST!

God, Fukufuku are so gay. I know that stabbing someone isn't exactly romantic but he Fukuzawa did the thing where you grab onto the other persons clothes and after Fukuchi stabbed him his head ended up resting on his chest. This is PEAK romantic tradgedy.

Teruko, I love you. She looks so pretty and she is so hecking smart and I just adore her. She let Atsushi go! Woohoo!! Also, Atsushi's hallucinations are really coming in full force, huh? He is seeing so many people.

Dazai and Sigma are so silly, I love them, Dazai stop flirting for two fucking seconds challenge. Also, it's fun to hear that Dazai is screwing around with Sigma while thinking of Kunikida! Truly every ship is being fed this season! Except sskk, but we did get Aku in Atsushi's hallucinations doing a thing so that's kinda a win for the gays!

Wow! What a nice elevator! I'm sure nothing bad will happen here!

Oh catgirl, you left us too soon.

I must say, I don't really have much to say on the Meursault section. It was good! The animation was great as it usually is for the Meursault sections, Sigma was so pretty I love him and! Dazai did the thing where he played with Sigma's hair! Woo! Fyodor was his usual level of kinda ugly in anime form, Dazai is showing emotions! more of the sillies, Dazai fucking stood on Sigma, which is delightful, aaaaaaand it's started to flood! Fuck!

Anyways, back to the very start of this episode before I was overcome by the homosexual-ness of Fukufuku, Aya Bram Kunikida and Tanizaki got yoinked! Fuck! I still have a theory that Tanizaki could be doing an illusion and I will make a post about it one day. And also, please excuse me for saying this because while I am still upset about Ranpo being hurt... watching Fukuchi pick him up by the scruff of his neck like a cat was kinda hilarious. Also, Teruko I love you. You're the only hunting dog that heard about Fukuchi's real identity and didn't immediately die. Girlboss fr. Also also, where are Lucy Kyouka and Yosano :D? W-where did they go? Asagiri please I need to see my girls.

And to once again revisit the old gays, Holy Shit that was so gay. Nobody told me that the Fukufuku backstory was a Sports Anime tm that turned into a war drama in the second season! I knew we said they were divorced but I never realized just how married they were before the separation! Wow! Fukuzawa smiled so softly at Fukuchi! They were such sweet kids! Aagh!

This was a good episode! I liked this! Excited for next Wungo Wednesday!

#bungou stray dogs #bsd season 5 #bsd fukuzawa #bsd fukuchi #bsd fukufuku #sk8 renga #bsd teruko #bsd dazai #bsd sigma #bsd fyodor #good episode! :D

[mariana-oconnor]

The Yellow Face pt 1

Now and again, however, it chanced that even when he erred, the truth was still discovered. I have noted of some half-dozen cases of the kind; the Adventure of the Musgrave Ritual and that which I am about to recount are the two which present the strongest features of interest.

Aha, so Sherlock isn't going to solve this one. Interesting. I feel like ACD uses this device specifically to make his audience want to beat Holmes at his own game.

Sherlock Holmes was a man who seldom took exercise for exercise’s sake. Few men were capable of greater muscular effort, and he was undoubtedly one of the finest boxers of his weight that I have ever seen; but he looked upon aimless bodily exertion as a waste of energy, and he seldom bestirred himself save when there was some professional object to be served.

This is the most relatable Sherlock Holmes has ever been, and he's been pretty damn relatable. Well, not the boxing thing. But the wanting exercise to have a purpose thing.

Save for the occasional use of cocaine, he had no vices

Just the cocaine. 'He didn't do any drugs - except the cocaine, obvs' feels a bit like saying 'He never drives - except for the drag racing'

For two hours we rambled about together, in silence for the most part, as befits two men who know each other intimately. It was nearly five before we were back in Baker Street once more.

Wow... I'm trying very hard not to do queer readings of these stories (idky, I just feel like it's obvious) but sometimes things come up and I know phrases have changed in meaning. But is there any doubt as to why people romantically link these characters?

“This is Grosvenor mixture at eightpence an ounce,” Holmes answered, knocking a little out on his palm. “As he might get an excellent smoke for half the price, he has no need to practise economy.”

We get to see his encyclopaedic knowledge of tobacco ash in action. Not just a reported skill.

Then he has bitten through his amber. It takes a muscular, energetic fellow, and one with a good set of teeth, to do that.

When I was a small child who had just graduated to glass rather than plastic cups, I used to bite bits out of them. I wasn't particularly strong, although I did have quite good teeth back then. I was just quite stupid and didn't understand the consequences of my actions. However, I have never smoked a pipe, so don't know if biting down on it is a traditional part of the experience.

“It’s a very delicate thing,” said he. “One does not like to speak of one’s domestic affairs to strangers. It seems dreadful to discuss the conduct of one’s wife with two men whom I have never seen before. It’s horrible to have to do it. But I’ve got to the end of my tether, and I must have advice.”

Is this going to be another story where Holmes tells people to talk to their spouses?

From every gesture and expression I could see that he was a reserved, self-contained man, with a dash of pride in his nature, more likely to hide his wounds than to expose them.

Hey, Watson. Look at you reading people. Good for you.

And now, since last Monday, there has suddenly sprung up a barrier between us, and I find that there is something in her life and in her thought of which I know as little as if she were the woman who brushes by me in the street. We are estranged, and I want to know why.

Oh yeah, they need to talk to each other. Communication problems.

She went out to America when she was young, and lived in the town of Atlanta, where she married this Hebron, who was a lawyer with a good practice. They had one child, but the yellow fever broke out badly in the place, and both husband and child died of it.

Well this is already tragic and we haven't even got to the mystery yet.

"I have seen his death certificate."

That's weirdly specific, while also being vague pronoun use - the husband or the child? - and also a totally normal thing to say. I guess it's the husband because... that would be necessary for the marriage? But why bring that up? Like, from a Doylist perspective it makes sense to provide that information to the reader, but it's such a weird sentence to just slip in. I'm sure this information won't be at all important later on.

“There’s one thing I ought to tell you before I go further. When we married, my wife made over all her property to me—rather against my will, for I saw how awkward it would be if my business affairs went wrong. However, she would have it so, and it was done. Well, about six weeks ago she came to me."

That is... definitely a choice she made. It doesn't seem like the best choice, especially since apparently it was all her idea. I suppose there must have been a reason for it, but Effie... not sure it was your best idea.

“’And you won’t tell me what you want it for?’ “’Some day, perhaps, but not just at present, Jack.’ “So I had to be content with that, though it was the first time that there had ever been any secret between us. I gave her a check, and I never thought any more of the matter.

OK, he's already one of the most respectful husbands we've seen in these stories just for this. He agreed to look after her money, but to give it to her with no questions asked if she needed it. She asked for a large sum of money, so asking 'what for?' is genuinely a reasonable question, but when gently reminded of his promise he agrees to give her the money with only a little more curiosity. I'm not going to quibble about him questioning her slightly. According to the Bank of England, she asked for the equivalent of £10,000. If your spouse asks for £10,000 randomly one day it's pretty natural to ask what it's for... or you're a billionnaire I guess.

Now, she's a bit sus right now. That's a lot of money on no notice. I guess she has some skeletons in her past she has to pay off in some way.

But also, if you 'never thought any more of the matter' then why were you thinking of it enough to bring it up now? Clearly you definitely thought more on the matter... It strikes me that I may have praised you too soon. You don't seem to be being entirely truthful.

"I could not tell if the face were that of a man or a woman. It had been too far from me for that. But its color was what had impressed me most. It was of a livid chalky white, and with something set and rigid about it which was shockingly unnatural."

Mask? We're all agreed it's a mask, right? livid white, set and rigid? That describes a mask. Or a robot. But if it's a robot, then this is not the story I was expecting and I've really forgotten a lot about these stories since I last read them.

It's not a robot, right?

In the alternate universe where the 5 orange pips killer is the restless ghosts of the murdered, this is a robot.

She was deadly pale and breathing fast, glancing furtively towards the bed as she fastened her mantle, to see if she had disturbed me. Then, thinking that I was still asleep, she slipped noiselessly from the room, and an instant later I heard a sharp creaking which could only come from the hinges of the front door. I sat up in bed and rapped my knuckles against the rail to make certain that I was truly awake. Then I took my watch from under the pillow. It was three in the morning. What on this earth could my wife be doing out on the country road at three in the morning?

Night running? Probably not. Stargazing? Moonbathing? Ancient rites and rituals? Dancing skyclad?

Probably not any of those things. I agree, it is a strange time to go a-wandering. And she is being super sneaky about it. This is another tick against the 'sus' box. Although I do suspect this is going to be something like her being blackmailed by her former husband who didn't actually die at all or something like that. Not that she doesn't have the right to go walking the country lanes at 3am. She can do whatever she wants. Bit weird though.

Was it usual to keep pocket watches under pillows? I used to keep books under my pillow when I was younger - and stuffed down the side of my bed. And hidden in my duvet cover. But that was because I stayed up too late reading and had to hide them quickly when I needed to pretend to be asleep. Did bedside tables not exist in the 1890s? Internet tells me they became popular in the Georgian period. Why not keep your watch beside your bed then. This is entirely unimportant, I'm just surprised that anyone would keep something like a pocket watch under their pillow. He must have a really good pillow.

"I had sat for about twenty minutes"

That's not very long. So it's either not an affair or her affair partner has some stamina issues. I jest, I jest. That wouldn't really be a Sherlock Holmes kind of mystery.

"Where had she been during that strange expedition? I felt that I should have no peace until I knew, and yet I shrank from asking her again after once she had told me what was false. All the rest of the night I tossed and tumbled, framing theory after theory, each more unlikely than the last."

Well, it's less than 10 minutes walk away, so that narrows down your answers somewhat. Probably the neighbour's house, given your narrative so far, Mr Munro.

“’Ah, Jack,’ she said, ‘I have just been in to see if I can be of any assistance to our new neighbors. Why do you look at me like that, Jack? You are not angry with me?’ “’So,’ said I, ‘this is where you went during the night.’"

I mean, yes. But also that's a perfectly good reason for her to be coming out of the cottage. Visiting neighbours, particularly in more rural areas, particularly during this time period, would have been entirely normal. Unless women still had to be introduced by their husbands/fathers at this point, but I don't think that was the case by the end of the Victorian era like it was in Austen. I get that she's being sus, but this is the least suspicious thing she's done. You're right, but your logic is faulty.

“’How can you tell me what you know is false?’ I cried. ‘Your very voice changes as you speak. When have I ever had a secret from you? I shall enter that cottage, and I shall probe the matter to the bottom.’ “’No, no, Jack, for God’s sake!’ she gasped, in uncontrollable emotion. Then, as I approached the door, she seized my sleeve and pulled me back with convulsive strength.

This is also an entirely reasonable reaction to your husband deciding to invade the new neighbours' house while angry.

Maybe it's her kid?

"'If you come home with me, all will be well. If you force your way into that cottage, all is over between us.’ [...] ’I will trust you on one condition, and on one condition only,’ said I at last. ‘It is that this mystery comes to an end from now. You are at liberty to preserve your secret, but you must promise me that there shall be no more nightly visits, no more doings which are kept from my knowledge. I am willing to forget those which are passed if you will promise that there shall be no more in the future.’

Oh dear, no one's coming out well from this. On the one hand, that's quite the ultimatum she's making. On the other hand... that's quite the ultimatum he's making.

So far nothing she's done has been particularly terrible. I mean... a twenty minute walk in the middle of the night isn't bad. Visiting the neighbours isn't bad. All he's got is suspicions that she's lying to him. Meanwhile, she's emotionally blackmailing him with their relationship. I know this is all going to turn out to be very dramatic, because it's a Holmes case, but at the same time, Mr Munro is definitely overreacting right here.

“On the third day, however, I had ample evidence that her solemn promise was not enough to hold her back from this secret influence which drew her away from her husband and her duty."

Oh no... you're being a dick, Mr Munro. The promise you made her give was completely unreasonable. There is literally no way she can tell you everything she plans to do and even if she could, that's a dick move. And now, based on one night time walk and visit next door you're claiming that her leaving the house is drawing her away from her duty? I believed in you, Mr Munro. She is being a bit weird, yes, but you're being controlling and for absolutely no good reason.

“My mind was instantly filled with suspicion. I rushed upstairs to make sure that she was not in the house."

These are not the actions of a rational human being. This is paranoia. If your wife thinks she needs to collude with the servants against you, then your marriage is nowhere near as happy as you seem to think.

"Tingling with anger, I rushed down and hurried across, determined to end the matter once and forever. I saw my wife and the maid hurrying back along the lane, but I did not stop to speak with them. In the cottage lay the secret which was casting a shadow over my life."

What fucking shadow? The only thing casting a shadow over your life right now is you. You have 0 evidence that your wife is doing anything wrong. And the more you talk, the more convinced I am that she could absolutely have needed to take a walk at 3am just to get away from you. I don't think that's going to be the solution to the mystery, but I wouldn't blame her at this point.

And you did so well with the money! Although I suppose we only have your word for any of that, so who knows what actually happened there.

If it turns out that her child didn't die of Yellow Fever at all, but was just left disfigured and/or disabled and now she's visiting them, it's not going to go well for you, my dude.

"I did not even knock when I reached it, but turned the handle and rushed into the passage."

Fucking rude.

That's how you get a poker to the head, btw.

"The furniture and pictures were of the most common and vulgar description, save in the one chamber at the window of which I had seen the strange face. That was comfortable and elegant, and all my suspicions rose into a fierce bitter flame when I saw that on the mantelpiece stood a copy of a full-length photograph of my wife, which had been taken at my request only three months ago."

Mr Monro is kind of a snob, huh? If I liked him more, I might suggest that he and Watson get together for judging sessions.

FINE the picture is weird and evidence of some sort of weird secret. Congratulations, by trespassing and being a controlling dick you have uncovered one (1) piece of evidence that your wife is embroiled in some sort of secret relationship. But I really do think it's going to be maternal.

"It is the first shadow that has come between us, and it has so shaken me that I do not know what I should do for the best."

Well you sure have handled it well so far. /sarcasm.

If this is the first problem in your marriage and your first instinct was to fly completely off the handle and barge into someone else's house and search it from top to bottom just because your wife *checks notes*... went for a short walk in the nighttime and... visited the neighbours? then you are not stable enough for marriage. Oh and she wanted some money a little while before this, but you specifically said that you'd all but forgotten about it (which I doubt since it was the first thing you brought up) and you didn't know if it had any bearing on anything else.

Again, I have only vague recollections of this one. The only thing I really remember is the face in the window, everything else is a blur.

Current theory: her child didn't die, but survived the yellow fever with serious lasting effects. She couldn't support them alone, so she set them up with someone to look after them and when she was properly settled down with a comfortable a life, a (supposedly) loving husband and enough money, she used that £10,000 to bring the child to her and settle them in the cottage across the way so they would be close to each other.

Why all of that would need to be such a secret, I don't know, however. There must be some scandal involved somehow. If we didn't already know she'd been married before, I would have said the child was born out of wedlock, but even if that were the case surely she could just say it was the child of her first husband anyway and in this time with no internet, no one would have been any the wiser?

#Letters from Watson #Sherlock Holmes #long post #The Yellow Face #This guy just keeps getting worse as it continues #The paranoia is strong in this one #She was gone 20 minutes #She had to get there and back #That doesn't leave a lot of time for scandal #Most perfunctory lovers' rendezvous of all time

[the-drayster]

[ @bbleague-crispin asked: ]

hey!!!!

(//for the ask game)

First Impression: Wow that is an energetic Child

Truth Is: I admire your drive. You never give up, and that's more than some people can say (me)

How old do you look: Like 15?? 16?

Have you ever made me laugh: Countless times my dude

Have you ever made me mad: The Drayster Take is some perks of being a pretty easy-going guy is I don't get mad a lot, so no!

Best Feature: You have such a sweet smile

Have I ever had a crush on you: Ehh, not really?

You're my: Little Dude :)

#The Drayster Take #pokemon irl #pokeblog rp #pokeblogging

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🦇 Kween by Vichet Chum Book Review 🦇

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

❝ Step into your legacy. ❞

❓ #QOTD Who is your favorite poet? ❓ 🦇 After Soma's Ba was deported back to Cambodia, her life became a hot mess of emotion. To try to make sense of it all, she puts her thoughts into verse, never expecting her video to go viral. When Soma's bestie pushes her to take those lines and rhymes to the mic for their school's spoken word contest, she has to decide if she's brave enough to put herself out there; to be vulnerable in her discussion of Cambodia's history, the fear that her Ba won't come back, and that her life may never be the same. Debut author Vichet Chum's Kween is a celebration of Khmer identity, queerness, and embracing the complicated histories that shape who we are and want to be.

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❝ She drew that connection. She got personal so that she could get universal. Maybe that was the key: get into the icky personal stuff, draw it out in detail, and put it against rhythm to Frankenstein something that could maybe feel like a mirror to a stranger. ❞

💜 What. A. Debut. Vichet Chum CAME TO PLAY with these wicked rhymes and heartfelt truths. Soma's voice is fun, vibrant, and energetic, bounding off the page with a single line. Though I know there are readers who won't feel at home with her quick wit and dynamic, Gen Z ramblings, this story speaks louder because of it. The real hero of the story is the authenticity; the raw depth of exploration into a Cambodian-American teen living with the ache of losing a parent who is still alive. Chum shines a light on the Khmer Rouge genocides (a footnote in American history I don't recall learning) and how that trauma can echo between generations. As a second-generation Palestinian-American, I empathized with Soma, who feels connected to the past as a part of her history, but disconnected and distant from it as well. This emotional, inspiring story is a reminder that immigration and deportation stories are still a present problem that shouldn't be ignored. Most of all, I LOVED Soma's rhymes. I performed in a spoken word trope and still write my own poetry, but I've got nothing on Soma.

🦇 Though the bulk of the story spans over two-ish weeks, the pacing was a little slow for me. The biggest problem is the bulk of the story is internalized as Soma processes her emotions, leaving very little action and imagery for us to focus on. I also wish there was more focus on the relationships—between Soma and her sister, Soma and her parents, and Soma and her potential bae. Soma's interactions with her father are one-sided, over email, but there's so much beauty in his words that I wish we'd gotten a little more. The interactions Soma does have with people (whether her sister, bestie, or teacher) have a major impact on her self-discovery. Those conversations are what lead Soma to grow as a character, but most of those interactions are short compared to her internal dialogue. As much as I loved this story, it feels like there's a missing element that's keeping it from truly wow-worthy.

❝ It’s one thing to write your story, and then it’s another to go public. It becomes no longer just yours. Other people judge it, identify themselves in it, or sometimes, yes, reject it altogether. But hopefully, we tell our stories responsibly, and after that, we hope there are more...So tell your story, and develop hard scales. ❞

🦇 Recommended to anyone who loves a real, raw story about self-identity. For fans of Gabby Rivera, Ibi Zoboi, and Elizabeth Acevedo. I had tears in my eyes by the end of this one.

✨ The Vibes ✨ 🎤 YA Fiction 🎤 Debut Novel 🎤 Poetic Prose 🎤 Queer Cambodian MC 🎤 Lesbian MC / Sapphic Ship

🦇 Major thanks to the author @vichetchum and publisher for providing an ARC of this book via Netgalley. 🥰 This does not affect my opinion regarding the book. #Kween #VichetChum #HarperCollins #QuillTreeBooks #Netgalley

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[youwearfinethingswellwriter]

Hearts & Doodles

This extra/alternative universe scene was inspired by a comment on Chapter 35 by halbrander emarasmoak, talking about how Halbron would have drawn “little hearts and a doodle of them as King and Queen” on the parchment next to their names!

The scene would be set somewhere between chapter 36 (where they create the list of people for the expedition) and chapter 47 (before they go public).

Galadriel made her way to the town hall with swift steps, passing by the bulletin board next to the door without so much as a second glance. But when she grasped at the door knob, she did a double take. Slowly, she stepped backwards, towards the board, where they had hung up the list of expedition groups the evening prior.

She couldn't believe her eyes. Someone had drawn hearts next to her and Halbrand's name in black ink, along with two stick figures, holding hands. One of them had long wavy hair, the other shorter hair, and both were wearing crowns.

“What, in the actual f-”

“Galadriel!” he voice boomed across the town square as he strode energetically towards her.

“What is this?” she asked, turning from him and pointing to the paper.

“What is what?” He glanced at the parchment, taking a closer look at it. “Wow. Beautiful artistry Galadriel! Where did you acquire such stunning drawing skills?”

“Do not play games with me. Who did this? Did you do this?”

“Me? Do you think I could ever draw so majestically?”

“These are stick figures,” she hissed. “This is the drawing of a child.”

“What are you implying?”

“I am implying that you have been talking about us to your trainees and that they have taken it into their own hands to express their support, and show that they ship us.”

“Ship us?” He gave a chuckle. “Whatever does that mean?”

“Forget it. It is an elven saying you would not understand,” she huffed as she turned back to it. There was no way she could get it off the paper. And it wasn’t like she could take it down and rewrite it. Only this parchment had been stamped by the council. And she could not bring herself to return it to them and explain the situation to have them stamp another one.

“So what you are saying is that I have been telling my students that we are in love, and that one of them ran off and decided to graffiti the list?”

She glared at him. “Yes. That is exactly what I am implying. I'd even wager that you directly asked one of them to do this.”

"Galadriel,” he scolded as he tilted his head.

“Halbrand,” she mocked, copying his pose.

A little smile formed on his lips. “Let me tell you the truth of it.”

“The truth of it? So you do know who did this.”

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

“Then tell me who it is!” That only made him smile. “Don't you even think about blackmailing me. I need to know who did it.”

“Why? So that you can kill them?”

“What? No. So I can let them know that our relationship is none of their business!”

“Why then has your hand gone to your dagger again?”

She looked down to her hand, indeed grasping at the hilt of her dagger. She slowly let it go, trying not to blush.

“A force of habit,” she snarled.

“Fine,” he said. She snapped to attention. “I'll tell you… Under one condition.”

She glared at him, but his expression was unyielding. “Fine! What is it?”

“That you promise to forgive whoever did this. That you will not be mad at them.”

“Fine!”

“I did it.”

She laughed into the cold air before her expression became grave once more. “Enough with the games. Tell me who truly did it!”

“I did,” he repeated.

“You are making fun of me.”

“I am not I assure you.” He leaned forwards, closer until his head was next to hers, before whispering in her ear. “I drew it.”

She stepped back, holding at bay the way his soft voice had made her feel, focusing instead on the anger pulsing through her veins. “You are only protecting your students you-”

He lifted his hand, spots of black ink on his palm. Her eyes widened. “You did this?”

She wasn’t sure if she was to be mad, amused, or confused.

“I did.”

“You drew hearts. Next to our names. And those... stick figures.”

He smiled at her childishly. Fitting. “The stick figures,” he explained, “Represent us, by the way, in case it was not clear enough. See,” he pointed. “That’s you, with the long wavy, beautiful hair, and that, next to you, holding your hand, is me!” He sounded so self-satisfied. Way too self-satisfied.

She stood, frozen in place, as half of her wanted to slap him and the other half wanted to make out with him right then and there.

In the end, all she could do was glare at him with all the hatred in the world.

He looked back at her. “What is it? Do you not like it? I mean, I must admit, I feel like my drawing of you in particular does not do your beauty justice.”

“You... you…”

That made him smile. “I, I what?” he mocked her, stepping towards her.

Gosh she hated him for doing this, but she loved him for it even more.

“Come,” she said as she grabbed his wrist violently and marched into the town hall.

“I believe you promised not to be mad at the culprit, so if you are planning to kill me… in the closet…?”

She pulled him into the closet, bringing one hand into his hair, pushing his head down to kiss him while her other hand shut the door behind her.

She sighed into his lips as he kissed her back, holding her close.

“So... you... like my drawing then?” he panted between their kisses.

She smiled as she kissed him again. “Your drawing was atrocious.”

“Was it?”

He kissed her back before she could answer, covering her in his touch as he hands ran up and down her back. She lost herself in his touch.

“I-” she uttered as he moved his face downwards, kissing her neck as she tilted her head to the side. She lost her way to words.

“You what?” he asked, surely knowing that she was lost in bliss as his hand traced along her nape and the other side of her neck as he brushed his lips over her skin.

“I… I loved it,” she finally managed to croak.

“You did?” he asked between kisses.

“I did,” she sighed.

“Oh Galadriel...”

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Hope you enjoyed that extra! ^^ And again thanks for the idea, it was so much fun to write!

#fic extra #haladriel #yes i made the banner for this scene all by myself #i'm somewhat of an artist you know

[safesthavenoutsideofexistence]

I’m at a point where i cannot fail

#chills #OMG #nothing changes my energetic truth that brings me ease #JUST SAW BLUE BIRD WOW

[asena-graywolf]

Weekend Picnic

You woke up to a beautiful morning. The weather was clear today. It was the perfect weekend mood. No one would have spent the day lying at home, when there was such a clean and clear air.

You threw the quilt off and approached the window and opened the curtain. The sunlight broke the darkness of your room. You opened the window and inhaled the fresh air.

You weren't fully sober. You stretched out your arms and stretched. That's when you heard a knock on the bedroom door open. When you look over your shoulder, you're met with your boyfriend staring at you from the doorway.

"Good morning beauty. Aren't you awake yet?"

''I think''

"Oh come on princess! You have to be energetic today"

''Why?''

"Oh, did you forget? We decided to go on a picnic at the weekend.”

"That's right. How could I forget?"

''Don't worry. Everything is ready. I have finished preparing the picnic basket. I made your favorite foods”

You approached your boyfriend and wrapped your arms around his neck

''Wow! Let's see what my dear Yamaguchi has prepared for me?"

Yamaguchi's freckled cheeks blushed. His hands found your waist

'It's a surprise. You'll see when we get to the place where we're going to have a picnic."

you smiled at him

“I will eat anything from your hand. Even if you put poison in it"

'You're embarrassing. If that food was poisonous, I would eat the poisonous one."

'Oh no no! I can never accept this. Anyway, if everything is ready, I'll change and then let's go."

''OK I'm waiting for you''

You wore the pink and black dotted dress that Yamaguchi bought you for your birthday. You combed your hair and put on light makeup.

You put on your boyfriend's favorite perfume

Now you were ready. Yamaguchi was waiting for you in the hall with a picnic basket in his hand.

He was speechless when he saw you. Your cheeks turned redder than wine

"Oh y/n."

"What happened?" you chuckled

“Nothing…just, you look so beautiful,” he said, raising his hand to the back of his neck.

''Really? This is the dress you bought me. So the beauty of your taste"

"Oh baby, what have I done?"

you smile again

"Let's go now"

You left the house and started walking towards the park where you would have a picnic. Yamaguchi would not neglect to hold your hand every time you went out for a walk. Now he hadn't forgotten to hold your hand. Your fingers were interlocked. The warmth of his palm was meeting yours.

After arriving at the park, you laid your blanket on the edge of the artificial lake in the middle of the park.

You took out the plates, Yamaguchi served food and drink

“Do you drink apple juice or orange juice?”

"Let there be an apple"

He filled his glass with apple juice. He handed you the sandwich he made with his own hand.

“I made your favourite. Ham, cheese, tomatoes and peppers. I know you didn't choose food. So I put everything I could in it."

"Oh, you bothered. I'm sure it was good"

"Come on then"

You took a bite of the sandwich. It was so much prettier than she always did.

"Yamaguchi...this is better than what you've done before. Tell the truth, what did you put in this time?" you said with your mouth full

"What? It has a very simple answer. my love. I add my love to every dish I prepare with you in mind."

Yamaguchi's sweet words melted her heart

''You are very sweet. Good thing you're my boyfriend. I'm so lucky to be with you"

“I am more the lucky one. Who else has such a beautiful girlfriend besides me?"

You enjoyed your meals while flirting with each other. For dessert we had a cream and strawberry sandwich. Made your chat even sweeter

After a nice feast, you enjoyed the environment you are in. It was full of trees and grass.

Your head was in Yamaguchi's lap and you were enjoying every second of nature and every minute spent with your boyfriend.

Fingers combing her hair, stroking it gently

"You know, Yamaguchi? I would never object if they exiled me here with you for life.”

"I'm y/n too. If they told me I'd be in prison for life with you, I would happily accept it. Because you make heaven wherever you go.

He bent down and kissed her forehead and nose.

The breeze was blowing lightly. You were lay down on your boyfriend's lap

"Oh y/n. Did you sleep?''

You grabbed his outstretched hand and interlocked your fingers with his

"You caress me very well. When you play with my hair, I feel sleepy. And I fall into a peaceful sleep with the lullaby that nature sings to me"

“Then you can take a nap. I'll wake you up"

"Thank you. I hope I don't hurt your leg"

''Don't talk nonsense! Take care of yourself"

Yamaguchi continued to play with your hair. You were quite sleepy and you fell asleep with your eyes closed for a short nap.

However, the sound from the woodland woke you up. Yes, you were a very sensitive sleeper. You could wake up if you heard the slightest click around you.

you jumped out

''Ha? Yamaguchi? What was that?''

Yamaguchi put his index finger to his lips

"Shhh!"

You heard the same sound again in a few seconds. It looked like some kind of baby cry. You listened carefully. You got up from your seat and followed the sound.

It was a slightly different sound than a baby crying. You approached the bushes

Yamaguchi whispered to you

“Whatever that thing is, we better not startle it. "I think it's a baby thing"

"What baby?"

You saw a tiny head emerge from the bushes. It was a cute fawn you just heard.

''Oh my God! So cute!''

Yamaguchi's heart melted at the sweetness of the fawn. You always had a boyfriend who was respectful and loving to nature. He was very helpful

''Oi! What are you doing here, little baby? Where is your mother?''

"Looks like he lost his mother"

The fawn approached you. rubbed on Yamaguchi's legs

You laughed, "He thinks you're his mother"

''I guess''

Yamaguchi bent down slowly so as not to frighten the fawn and patted its head. Evidently the little cub did not know humans. He was unaware that man was a danger to him.

"You wait here. You walked to the place where your picnic basket was as you said "I'll bring something from our leftover food"

You filled your palms with the grapes and strawberries left in the basket and returned to your boyfriend who was alone with the fawn.

You put the fruit in front of the fawn. The poor baby was obviously hungry when he began to eat the food without hesitation.

'Where is it’s mother? I hope he will come soon," said Yamaguchi hopefully.

"Otherwise we may have to take it home"

"Good idea, but how are we going to take care of it?"

''I do not know baby. But maybe we'll find a way" you said and when you looked up you saw the head of a doe in the distance.

"Yamaguchi. I think our mission ends here."

''What happened?''

The fawn must have sensed its mother coming, because it shouted again. It flew past you like a firecracker and started running.

''Yes. You were right, dear," said Yamaguchi, getting up.

"It was such a sweet thing. It's the first time I've seen a fawn up close, you know?"

"Y/N. Look, what am I going to say?"

Yamaguchi's cheeks were flushed again, and he was obviously going to tell you something important. She put her arm around his shoulder and whispered in his ear

“How about you give me a little fawn in the future? I'm sure our baby will be just as sweet as this baby."

The moment you heard his words, you blushed up to your ears. You didn't know what to say. Yamaguchi giggled at your shy look

"Oh, you're so bad, Yamaguchi. Do you say things like that out of the blue?"

“I think a big belly would suit you very well. You'll be so cute when you're pregnant"

“Actually, I too would like to give you a child if we get married. I would be honored to have your child"

kissed you on the forehead

“It will all be. Come on. If you want to go now. Let's start collecting the basket slowly. Otherwise, the ants will start eating the leftovers.”

''You're right. Let's go''

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That's my best friend's request from me. She loves Yamaguchi too much and i loved him thanks to her!

#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x imagines #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #tadashi yamaguchi #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi x you #yamaguchi x y/n #yamaguchi imagines #hq x reader #hq x y/n #hq x you

[thevelria]

Emerald (ErenxReader) Chapter 3- Jean's place

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Author's note: 20.000+ characters

This chapter contains swearing, drinking alcohol, mentioning drug use etc

PS:I know I swear a lot in my writings. Sorry...not sorry!

Enjoy~

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The rest of the week flew away in like a second, you started to work alone on Friday as Levi expected you to do.

-I see you work on your own now -Levi stepped next to your desk.

-Yes, sir. I try to do my best -you cracked a slight smile.

-Good -he nodded, leaving for his office.

As you were concentrating on one of your tasks, frowning your eyebrows a message popped up on your screen.

Sasha:

-What did he want from you?

-Nothing, just told he saw I work on my own now.

-Wow, such a smart guy... 😀 Coffee break?

-On my way!

You grabbed your empty coffee mug from your desk, waiting for Sasha to arrive at your table. On the way to the kitchen you zoned out a bit, planning your weekend already. You wanted nothing else, just rest and sleep...like a lot. Probably watching some anime or finishing the book you were recently in love with.

-I like your mug -Sasha smiled at you, pointing at the cup in your hand.

-It's my favorite -you giggled, stepping in the kitchen, noticing Eren at the coffee machine.

-Sup, Jaeger? -Sasha smiled, placing her coffee mug next to the machine.

-Fuck off, Braus -he hissed.

Sasha didn't reply anything, just rolled her eyes leaving for the restroom.

-Wait! -you walked after her, you really didn't want to deal with Eren's tantrum at the moment.

-Want me to make you a coffee, too Y/N? -Eren asked you before you left the kitchen.

-Nah, it's okay. I'll make it after I come back -you waved, not even looking at him.

In the last two days Eren invited you for a drink every night, but you passed. Even if you felt sorry for him, you didn't want to spend all of your free time with him.

Both you and Sasha were standing at two separate sinks, washing your hands, looking in the mirror.

-Jaeger is in a bad mood again -Sasha shook her head, drying her hands with a paper towel.

-Is he ever in any other than a bad mood? -you laughed out loud.

-I doubt that -she giggled- Wanna eat with us today? I can spare a seat for you in the dining hall.

-Sure -you nodded.

When you arrived back to the kitchen your coffee was waiting for you already prepared, with milk and sugar as well.

-Ohh -you looked surprised.

-What? -Sasha asked, making her own coffee.

-He made me a coffee -you took a sip from it.

-Who?

-Eren. Before I left for the restroom he asked me if I wanted him to do it. But I told him to leave it.

-No way -she widened her eyes- I think he likes you.

-Huh? Why?

-He would never make me a coffee even if I begged for him -she shrugged.

-Very funny -you rolled your eyes.

On the way back to your table you chatted and laughed with Sasha, talking about nothing special or serious. You realized you started to like this energetic, always full of smile girl. She made you feel better everyday since you met.

You dropped yourself lazily in your chair, browsing the emails, when a message popped on your screen.

Eren:

-Hope you liked it.

-Thanks, it is perfect, just the way I like it. Next I'm gonna make you one 🙂

-Deal!

You were more than eager when it was about to take the lunch break. Even if you had a quick breakfast in the morning, you felt your stomach rumbling and begging for food.

-I'm starving -you sat down next to Sasha at the table.

-That's what Sasha says every single time -Jean laughed, eating his own food.

-Funny... -Sasha rolled her eyes.

-What? That's the truth. You are always starving -Connie smirked, fighting with his bolognese.

-What do you have? -Sasha looked at you, almost drooling.

-I made some mac and cheese, nothing special really. I'm mostly too lazy to cook properly -you smiled awkwardly.

-I LOOOOVE mac and cheese -Sasha screamed.

-Damn, girl -you jumped on your seat a bit- Want a bite?

-Please -she looked at you with sparkling eyes. Before you noticed Sasha ate all of your lunch. The look on your face told everything you thought at the moment.

-Oops, sorry -she giggled- It was soooo yummy -she tapped her tummy.

-Sasha -you sighed annoyed- I'm literally starving.

-I'm sorry, so sorry -she kept bubbling, eating her lunch with super speed.

-Here, you can have from mine -Jean smiled at you, sharing his lunch.

-You are a lifesaver -you mumbled, eating whatever he gave you.

-Tomorrow I'll throw a huge party. I hope you will join me...I mean us -Jean smirked at you.

-Thanks, but I have plans -you tapped the corner of your mouth with a napkin.

-What plans? -Connie raised one of his eyebrows- Date?

-Date? -you laughed out loud- No way in hell -you kept laughing.

-Please -Jean pulled a puppy face.

-Nope, but thanks really.

-Girl, don't be a party breaker. We all like you and it's strange -Sasha looked up from her plate.

-What do you mean?

-She's right -Connie nodded- Most of the new people we got never really lasted more than 2-3 days.

-But why? All of you are so nice -you frowned your brows- Okay, except Eren, he's mostly a dickhead, but he has his moments too -you laughed.

-You see? We like you! So you need to hang out more with us! -Jean stated it as a fact.

-Fiiiine! -you rolled your eyes.

-Give me your number -Sasha took her phone out from her pocket- So I can text you tomorrow.

-Or -Jean grabbed his phone- she can give ME her number. I'm gonna be the host after all.

-Don't leave me out of it! -Connie unlocked his screen.

-Jesus -you shook your head, giving everyone your number.

-I'm gonna add you to our group chat too, okay? -Sasha asked.

-Sure -you shrugged.

After the day ended, you started to pack your stuff. All of you were able to leave just in time now that you did your part from the tasks as well. Waving everyone goodbye you rushed out of the room, before anyone had the idea of inviting you for a drink.

***

Saturday afternoon:

You really did not want to go out tonight. Walking back and forth in the living, trying to find the perfect excuse to skip this whole shit, but you couldn't come up with anything good so far.

-What if I say I got sick? -you tapped your index finger against your jaw- Nah, that's too lame. What about having a heart attack? Oooor telling them I got hit by a car...a bus...or a fucking space ship? Ahh, I just want to stay hooooome -you whined loudly.

Then you took a deep breath and walked to your wardrobe.

-I'll have one drink, staying for like 1 hour then I'm gonna come home. So they can't say anything -you nodded, almost giving yourself a self high five for this perfect idea. When you realized you had no idea what to wear, you almost started to cry.

In the end you decided to wear a black, lace, sleeveless tank top with a black, high waisted jeans, which had ripped holes at your knees. You were hesitating between some comfy sneakers or heels.

-I will stay only an hour -you shrugged- slipping into the black heels.

You let your hair straight down and put on some eyeliner with some matt, burgundy lipstick. While looking for a jacket your phone buzzed.

Sasha

Food stealer:

-Are you ready?

-Yep, looking for my jacket. I'll be there soon.

-Good, we are already here, waiting for you 😉

You've been wondering who "we" could be. Your antisocial side started to kick in and with every step towards your door you felt you should have just canceled it. Sitting in the cab on the way to Jean's place you still didn't change your mind and wishing you could be in your bed instead of this car.

-Finally! -Sasha screamed, rushing towards you- Damn girl, you look fucking hot! -she eyed you up and down.

-Thanks, you too -you winked at her.

She was wearing a simple, cute green dress with a decent cleavage. A lot of people were already there, drinking, dancing, chatting...having fun.

-Come, let's get you a drink! -she grabbed your hand, heading to the kitchen.

-Is Jean a rich guy or something? -you looked around surprised. His house...his mansion was huge, with a big ass living room. You've seen a glass door, which led to the yard. And of course he had a pool, too.

-Didn't you know? -Sasha handed you a beer from the fridge- His father is the CEO of the company we work for.

-What? -your jaw dropped in an instant- No, he never mentioned it -you took a sip from the bottle.

-Well, well, well -you heard a low voice from behind- Look who's here?

-Hey, Jean -you turned around, facing him.

-Holy shit -he widened his eyes-Y/N you are hot!

-Thanks, I guess -you shook your head.

-Wanna dance? -he offered you his hand.

-Uhm, no -you faked a huge smile.

-What? Why?

-I'm not a dancing type of girl.

-Bullshit -he laughed, grabbing your hand, pulling you with him to the dance floor.

-Jean... -you rolled your eyes.

-C'mon, just have fun!

-I need more alcohol to have fun -you laughed, taking a bug sip from your beer.

-Wait! -he put his hands on your shoulders- Just a sec -he ran away. Walking back with two shots of tequila in his hands and with a smirk on his face.

-Here -he handed you one- Cheers!

-Fuck -you smiled, touching your glass to his one.

As you started to dance, you saw Jean follow every move your body made. Eying you up and down without a break. There's no need to lie, he looked quite handsome, wearing light blue jeans, a white buttoned shirt, leaving the top three unbuttoned with some white sneakers. His clothes were tight enough to follow his toned body perfectly. His light-brown eyes were beautiful.

-I love this song- you throw your hands in the air as Big guns by Neoni popped. You were dancing to the rhythm, following the lyrics word by word.

"I'm just getting started now

You never thought I'd make it out

Quiet quiet shut your mouth

Things are about to get loud"

You put your index finger against Jean's mouth as it fitted perfectly to the lyrics. He smirked, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him, still moving to the song.

-I need one more drink -you stopped as the song reached its end, leaving for the kitchen- Do you want one too?

-Sure -Jean nodded, following you immediately.

-You are a liar -Jean leaned against the kitchen counter, waiting for the beer.

-What? Why? -you handed him one.

-You said you're not a dancing type, but damn...your moves are wild -he poked his tongue against his cheek.

-I didn't say I can't dance -you smirked- I said I don't like it.

-Y/N! -Sasha screamed from the backyard, running to the kitchen- Come, you need to meet the rest of us.

-Huh? -you looked confused.

-C'mon -she dragged you- Everyone is here. You know the rest of us who were on holiday this week.

-Oh..okay, okay -you nodded, wishing to disappear instantly. It was always hard for you to meet new people, didn't really like the awkward hand shake and shit like that.

-This is Armin -she pointed to a blonde, baby faced man with the bluest eyes ever you've witnessed -This is Annie, his girlfriend -she smiled at a beautiful, blonde girl with a bored look on her face. Bertholdt and Historia -she introduced two more people to you.

-Hey, guys -you smiled- I'm Y/N.

After everyone greeted you and you answered some totally casual question, you walked away, while your eyes started to sweep around...you were looking for Eren.

Speaking of the devil, you heard a low voice from behind.

-You said you were not coming -Eren stood with a beer in his hand.

-I changed my mind -you turned to face him.

-You look pretty -he smiled.

-Oi, Jaeger -Jean appeared next to you- Stop hitting on Y/N! -throwing his hand around your shoulders.

-Uhm, please don't... -you wiggled away from him with an awkward smile on your face- I think Sasha called me -you put your hand behind your ear, leaving them both immediately. You hated awkward situations and this was pretty much one.

You walked towards a group of people, bumping into a girl.

-Shit, sorry! -you said, but smiling the second the girl turned around- Hitch! -you screamed.

-No way! Y/N! -she jumped on your neck, hugging you tight- I haven't seen you in ages!

-Yeah -you smiled, because it was totally your fault. Hitch was one of your best work friends, but after you left the company you didn't really catch up with her anymore. Even if you liked her a lot.

-Come, let's dance! -she dragged you a bit further to a dance floor in the backyard. The fresh air of the night, the alcohol running through your system made you want to go wild. You started to move your body to the rhythm of the song, sliding your hips left and right, your hands caressing your side from your hips up to your neck. You looked hot that's for sure. As you enjoyed the moment with your eyes closed you felt a big hand slightly touching your waist from behind.

-What the...-your eyes popped open immediately. Hitch smirked at you, nodding behind you and leaving you alone.

-Hey pretty -Eren stepped closer to your back, moving his body to the song.

-Eren? -you turned to face him, eyes still widened.

-Dance with me -he winked at you, grabbing your hands, throwing them on his shoulders.

The moment you heard the song Confident -Demi Lovato pop you bit your lower lip and started to sing the lyrics, looking right into Eren's eyes.

"It's time for me to take it

I'm the boss right now

Not gonna fake it

Not when you go down

'Cause this is my game

And you better come to play"

He smiled, guiding both of his hands on your hips, following your moves. A pretty slow song ( You don't own me -Saygrace ft G-eazy) was the next in the line and it truly surprised you that you knew this one as well. It seemed like one of your playlists was on track now.

As you turned around, your back pressed against his chest, you knew you were playing a dangerous game.

-Fuck... -he growled as he felt your ass rubbing against his bulge.

"You don't own me

I'm not just one of your many toys

You don't own me

Don't say I can't go with other boys"

You sang along with the lyrics, throwing one of your hands back, grabbing his neck, pulling him ever closer.

-God, you are so fucking sexy -he whispered into your ears. You felt his breath on your skin, causing you goosebumps in an instant. You didn't say anything, but smirked as you felt him twitching against your bum. Eren grabbed your hand, turning you to face him. At that moment you were really considering kissing him, but you took a deep breath, hushing the thought away right after. But it seemed he was wondering about the same thing as he leaned in.

-Stop -you smiled, putting your index finger on his lips.

-Why? -he licked your finger- Am I not your type?

-I don't have a type -you laughed, rolling your eyes. But nah...he was definitely your type. Tall, handsome, mesmerizing emerald green eyes with a broken ass attitude.

-Drop the act -he pulled you closer, kissing into your neck, which caused you to let out a low moan -I thought so- he smirked.

-Damn it, Eren. Stop it -you pushed him away.

-What's wrong? -he looked confused- I thought you liked me.

-I like you as I like a friend or a coworker -you took a deep breath, trying to be as nice as possible.

-Then why did you act the way you did? At work and after that? -he pulled an annoyed face.

-I was nice with you, because I felt sorry for you.

-Stop lying -he laughed- There's no way this is true -he stepped closer again.

-There are 2 things which make this -you put your hand on his chest- impossible. First I would never hook up or date a colleague, second you are fucking married -you laughed with bitterness in your voice.

-Yet -he cleared his throat- Next month it's finally gonna be over and I'll be officially free from her.

-Good night, Eren -you smiled at him, turning around and leaving in the direction of the glass door.

-Do you want me to quit? -he ran after you, grabbing your hand.

-Oh my God... -you laughed out loud- You are drunk again, aren't you?

-A bit, why? -he shrugged.

-Then see you on Monday, when you are sober and not talking nonsense. You will probably not even remember this conversation -you shook your head, still laughing.

-Y/N... -he sighed deeply.

-Look, I know you probably miss kindness and shit, but stop this okay? We are so cool as buddies. I like arguing with you and drinking after work and things like that, but that's all. Okay, maybe if we wouldn't work at the same place, and you weren't married I would even give in for a one night, but nothing else.

-How can you look like a fucking princess and still talking like a guy?

-Magic -you winked at him, leaving him this time for real.

After you said goodbye to everyone and argued with Sasha for like 10 minutes to let you go, you finally got a cab and headed home. It was already 3 in the morning and you were super mad.

Opening your door you immediately kicked down your heels and started to strip down on your way to the bathroom. Standing under the hot shower acts of the night were rushing through your head. Dancing with Jean made you feel really cool, not to mention the hot dance with Eren.

-Fuck...-you sighed angrily- Why do I have to have such handsome men as colleagues?

Picturing Eren behind you on the dance floor you closed your eyes and lowered your head, letting the water hit your neck. The feeling of his big hands, the smell of his cologne, the feeling of his lips on your neck. You shook your head trying to get rid of the thoughts.

-Damn it...I would love to fuck him -you smirked, when you remembered the feeling of him twitching against your ass.

You were pretty confused, but there was one thing you knew for sure, you didn't want to get into any relationship or anything close to that. Being alone was just the perfect way for you to live and you wouldn't want to give up on that.

Sunday morning was a bitch, mostly because of you being hungover. Okay calling it a morning is a bit of a hypocrite move...it was late in the afternoon, around 4pm or so. You've been laying in the bed facing the ceiling and cursing the moment you agreed to go out, dance and not to mention to drink. You yawned big and reached for your phone standing on the nightstand. As you unlocked your screen several unread messages were waiting for you to check.

Group chat: Levi's little kittens -8 unread messages

Sasha: Food Stealer: 5 unread messages

Jean: Jeanboy: 3 unread messages

Unknown: 2 unread messages

-Holy shit -you hummed, checking them one by one.

Levi's little kittens:😻

Unknown number: -Sasha, you ate all the snacks last night!

Sasha: Shut up Armin! It was my favorite!

Unknown: All of them?!

Sasha: Of course! 😀

Unknown2: 🤦

Sasha: Annie...

Unknown2: Sometimes I wonder how the fuck you can look this good...you eat like 24/7

Sasha: So you think I'm pretty? 🤭

-Fucking hell, this group name -you laughed out loud, while typing.

Y/N: You are the prettiest ever, Sasha🥰

Then you opened Sasha's private texts:

Food Stealer: Girl, I miss you so much!

Food Stealer: Why did you leave home so early?

Food Stealer: Jean misses you too!

Food Stealer: Don't mind him saying otherwise. He just told me!

Food Stealer: BELIEVE ME!!!!

-Drunk texts, my favorite one -you kept laughing.

Y/N: I hope you got home safe, sweetheart😍

Jeanboy:Y/N, honey... Jeanboy: Sasha's lying!

Jeanboy: I mean it...but if you want I can miss you...terribly😏

Y/N: I'm so going to laugh at you on Monday😂

As you shook your head smiling you opened the last unread messages.

Unknown:Good morning, pretty.

Unknown:Hope you slept well.

Y/N: Uhm...who is this?

You sent the text back since you had no idea who it could have been. After you locked your phone, throwing it aside on the bed, leaving for the bathroom.

Unknown: It's me...Eren

Walking out from the bathroom with a towel around you, tapping and drying your hair with another one you turned to leave for the kitchen. Even if you were hungover it didn't mean you weren't starving. Totally forgot about your phone,which screen kept popping bright from the texts you received.

-What time is it? -you frowned your brows, realizing you forgot your phone in the bedroom.

-Gosh, so many messages again -you rolled your eyes. All of them from the unknown contact.

-Oh, so it's Eren -you smirked devilishly, saving the number, naming the contact.

Y/N:Morning...well better say afternoon. I slept just fine. What about you? When did you leave the party?

You saw the 3 dots appearing right away.

Dickhead:I left a bit after you. It wasn't the same without you😔

Y/N:🙄

Dickhead:What? That's the truth...I told you last night as well, but you thought I was just drunk talking.

Y/N:Stop...

DH:You didn't say stop, when we danced😋

Y/N:Ok, bye!

DH:Just joking. Wanna hang out?

Y/N:Now? No.

DH:Why not?

Y/N: I literally just got out of bed, showered and had some food and it's getting late. We have work tomorrow...if you forgot. Not to mention I have the worst hangover ever.

DH:Oh I have the best medicine against it!

Y/N:What?

DH:🚬😇

Y/N: I'm out of it at the moment...

DH:I can help you out!

Y/N:Nah...would be nice, but there's no way I'm gonna leave my house today.

DH:I'll be there in 10

Y/N:What?

Y/N:WHAT?

Y/N:EREN...don't you dare...

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[gra-sonas]

Lily Cowles plays Isobel Evans on The CW’s Roswell, New Mexico. The series, which originally premiered in 2019, is now in its fourth and final season. New episodes of the sci-fi drama air Mondays at 8 PM ET/PT. This interview will include spoilers for episode 4×06, “Kiss From A Rose.”

I spoke with the actress about diving into her character’s emotional content, Isobel and Kyle’s relationship, why that kiss was inevitable, Isobel’s legacy, and more.

This season, Isobel has been dealing with a lot emotionally in terms of romance and owning her truth, which Lily Cowles opened up to me about: “I mean, it’s good. I’m glad that Isobel is finally getting some personal emotional, like romantic stuff because, for so many seasons, the emotion that she’s been dealing with has been so related to trauma, her past, and trying to find her true self and everything. Finally, we’re seeing her in the situation where she’s in a romantic environment, and she’s trying to find her way through that. But the journey never really ends for Isobel.”

“It’s always that the ground is constantly crumbling under her. But I think a lot of that, it comes from the trauma in her past and the reality of her life, which is that she has this dangerous secret that is not only threatening her own safety, but the safety of her brothers— she is nothing if not protective of her family. So, revealing this secret isn’t just dangerous for her personally, but it’s dangerous for her brothers. And so, it’s a really hard position to be in,” she continued. “How can you be open, establish a relationship, get on honest and good terms, and really be loving with someone when you’re still holding back so much of yourself? I think that’s really, really difficult and I think that’s something that a lot of people can relate to, and struggle with, even if they’re not aliens.”

In “Kiss From A Rose,” Isobel and Kyle have a joint storyline, leading to some really special moments between the two of them. “I think my favorite moment in this episode is actually that discovery when they learn in the diaries that they find that the Valentis have actually been involved in keeping Isobel’s family line safe for generations and generations. I thought that was a really sweet revelation where Isobel has this feeling of safety and trust with Kyle because he’s someone who knows her so deeply and accepts her so fully. To realize that that has been like a family legacy on both sides for generations, I think just deepens that bond and that feeling of like, ‘Oh my gosh, this feels…’ it almost feels fated, right? Like when you get to that level, you’re like, ‘Holy moly, your family and my family have been like braided together in destiny for so long. And here we are, the two most recent ones of it,’ and we find ourselves in this relationship that’s kind of confusing and shifting,” the actress expressed.

“I think that gives her this sense of like, yeah, it kind of confirms like, ‘Wow, yeah, this person– there’s something really, really deep and meaningful here.’ And there’s also the chemistry, sexy part of it! I mean, he’s a very attractive man, and they have a dynamic between the two of them. I think, that can get kind of confusing, like, ‘well, what is this?’ But I think the deepest part of it actually is that the two of them really see, understand, trust, and really respect and admire each other, and I think that runs much deeper than just the like, ‘Damn, boy, you would look good with your shirt off,'” she said.

Over the course of the series, Isobel’s relationship with Kyle has evolved so beautifully. Cowles shared what it was like to build that with Trevino. “It’s so great. I mean, Michael Trevino is phenomenal to work with. He’s so professional. He comes in so prepared and he brings so much excitement and passion,” Lily told me. “If all my senses were removed, and I just was interacting with like the energetic presence, which is Michael Trevino, he would be one of my favorite people to work with because he’s just so on point. He’s so curious and I think that that has had such an impact in the way that the Isobel and Kyle dynamic has unfolded because the two of us get on set and we’re like, ‘Ooh, oh okay, what if we do that?’ Then like, ‘okay, and she could take his hand. What would happen if she took his hand?'”

The actress explained, “We play and we find these things, and I think it’s really reflected. It feels like the dynamic between them feels so living, spontaneous, and fun because I think the two of us as actors were experiencing that in the moment. Isobel and Kyle have such a fun dynamic. I mean, I think it’s really sweet at the very heart of it is there’s so much love and trust, and I think that’s why Isobel feels comfortable to then, you know, she kind of opens up in a way that I don’t think she can open up with other characters all the time. I think she feels very completely accepted and seen by him, like, he’s seen her at a worst. Kyle has seen Isobel on death’s door, he knows all of her dirty, dark past that she’s ashamed about and he still is loving and always there for her, always offering her guidance and support. So I think at the base of it is this like, deep trust and feeling of just safety. But then on top of that, like there’s a fun little power dynamic they got going on where they kind of like make a little back and forth. Isobel kind of messes with him a little bit and they’ve got this fun rapport that’s sometimes friendly and sometimes a little flirty. There’s a lot of chemistry between them. So I think it’s a relationship that just has– it’s so much; it’s like pulsing, sort of throbbing, just deeply energetic force between them.”

Of course, I had to ask about Isobel and Kyle’s kiss, which Cowles was excited and ready to talk about. “I mean, finally! I think that there has been tension that’s been building and it’s been building, and I think that we’ve seen it on Kyle’s side a lot, but I think it’s been existing for Isobel, whether she has wanted to admit it or not. I think she hasn’t wanted to admit it. I think, to be honest, she feels that she can’t afford to jeopardize her relationship with Kyle. So she’s sort of compartmentalized him and she’s hardcore friend-zoned him because she can’t fathom the idea of losing a person like him. The stakes are too high and I think Isobel has this suspicion that maybe she will mess up every romantic relationship she’s in. So, I think, she’s kind of like, ‘don’t say it, don’t think it. Don’t say it, don’t think it.’ But like, you’re standing in front of this person, who you have this enormous amount of energy with, they’re telling you how beautiful you are and how much you mean to them, and there’s only so much that you can do. Oh my God, at a certain point, you gotta just give in. I’m happy for them,” she added.

With the show, unfortunately, coming to an end, the actress also shared what she hopes Isobel Evans’ legacy is for fans who relate to her or love the character: “Playing Isobel has been such an incredible journey and such an amazing opportunity that as an actor, I fully recognize how blessed I am to have had such a dynamic, interesting, and deep character to get to play with for four years. I mean, I look at the journey that Isobel has gone on and I do hope that there are people who can relate to it because it’s a story about someone finding their deep truth, someone’s finding their authentic life and going after it. It’s a story of healing.”

“She dealt with some massive amounts of trauma, and she was so resilient and she picked herself up, and in that healing process, she was able to find her true self. Playing a character, who finds that self-empowerment, who becomes strong through trial, who is thrown down and consistently gets back up, and just shows that kind of courage and that kind of adaptable resilience is so– it’s important to see those kinds of characters because it shows us as human beings that it’s possible, that we can all do this. That trauma in some ways is an inevitable part of being human, but that it also can be a gateway to healing and to expansion into a new evolution of the self in this really beautiful way. I think Isobel took a bunch of lemons and I think she made a bunch of delicious lemonade, and I hope that everyone who remembers Isobel Evans will have a sweet taste on their lips thinking about that delicious lemonade,” she concluded.

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[flowerinyourcare]

Reminiscence of the Unfinished Wine - Chapter 2

🍷 September seasonal permanent event; banner characters Shylock, Murr, Bradley; 2022/09/11 - 2022/09/19 JST 🍷 special thanks to keyk for the raws, and rusty for catching a couple errors!

Chapter 2

[Location: Manor bar, night]

Rutile: Are you saying you took that without permission? That won't do! You have to go back and pay properly.

Bradley: Payin' the price would make me a pretty shitty bandit, though, wouldn'it? Here, tell ya what. Y'all can keep the empty bottle.

Bradley tossed the bottle over the bar, and Shylock gracefully caught it in a swirl of his pipe's smoke. Furrowing his brows, he quietly examined the label.

Shylock: The date inscribed here… This is certainly this year's wine.

Shylock: The harvest festival seems to be proceeding apace, and production delays or mishaps are not to blame for the wine's absence..

Nero: Ya think he just, uh, forgot to send it?

Shylock: It's difficult to imagine. For as long as this arrangement has stood, Bacchus has never failed to send his wine for my review, even as the years marched steadily onwards.

Shylock: Even in the throes of illness, at a time when he was on the verge of turning to stone, he still made sure to send me a letter - one wherein he passionately described his confidence in that year's work.

Shylock honestly seemed to be at a loss as to why he hadn't heard a word from Bacchus. As he explained the situation, I tilted my head in thought.

Akira: (If it's really such an important exchange… then why hasn't Bacchus sent any wine this year?)

Shylock: …That said, waiting for wine that will never arrive is no way to find the truth of the matter.

Shylock: Tomorrow I shall go pay a visit to Bacchus myself. For this would be a most troubling, abrupt way for a long-standing tradition to come to an end.

Murr: You're not goin' anywhere without meeeee!

Boing! Murr leapt up and stood on one of the barstools along the counter.

Murr: Did you even hear a word our buddy Brad said? The town where Bacchus lives is having their grape harvest festival!

Murr: It'll be super duper fun! During the festival, along with tons of high-class wine, there'll be tasty grape treats and even grape-stomping events! C'mon, let's all go together!

Rutile: Wow, a grape harvest festival sounds like so much fun…!

Akira: Erm… but is it really okay? Shylock, this errand is important to you, and I wouldn't want us to interfere.

Shylock: Of course, you are more than welcome to accompany me. You referred to it as an "errand", but I feel that it's closer to meeting up with a dear friend.

Shylock: The festival will only get more exciting with an energetic, bustling crowd - and, most importantly, I would be truly happy if you all came along.

As though beckoning to our very hearts, Shylock's impossibly enticing smile had Rutile and I nodding excitedly.

Akira: Thank you very much, Shylock. If that's the case, then I would love to go to the harvest festival…!

Rutile: Count me in too, please! Mr. Faust, Mr. Nero, will you two be joining us?

Faust: I can't say I'm not tempted by Bacchus wine, but considering it's a wine festival in Western country… It sounds like it'll be rather hectic. Er, lively. 

Nero: Yeah, but it's not every day ya get the chance to taste real-deal Bacchus wine…

Faust & Nero: Hmmmm…

Akira: (They both look so deeply conflicted…)

Arthur: Can we really do grape stomping too? I feel as though I've read about the tradition before. I think it was something to do with stepping on grapes while singing…

Murr: Yeah, I've done it myself! I don't remember any of the songs we sang, but I remember jumping and stomping and squishing up the grapes aaaall night!

Arthur: As expected, the well-traveled Murr has had an impressive variety of experiences. So when you step on the grapes, are you barefoot?

Murr: Naturally! And then the soles of your feet get all purpley wine-stained! It feels like I'm turning into one of the grapes!

Arthur: That sounds amazing! I used to enjoy making mud footprints when I was a child, but I have yet to experience making wine footprints.

Arthur: Master Oz, I would be very happy if you were to join us. It sounds like a unique, exciting experience that doesn't come about very often.

Oz: If you wish to go, you can go on your own.

Shylock: If I may add, there is a Bacchus wine cellar in the town. Over time, countless rare and delectable wines have accumulated in Bacchus's own archives. In that way, along with enjoying fine wines, you may revel in the sublime time you spend making your choice.

Arthur: Oh, and Master Oz…

Arthur: I'm not old enough to drink wine yet, but… I would really like it if you would help choose a wine for me to drink when I grow up.

Oz: ……

Oz: Okay.

Whether they were attracted by the promise of wine, excited by the thrill of a festival, or just being tugged along by the momentum of the group -- the number of people in our party steadily increased.

Then, Murr suddenly focused back on Bradley, as if remembering something.

Murr: By the way, Brad -- how's this year's Bacchus wine?

Brad: Oh, ya want my opinion? I really think it was --

Shylock: --Shh.

Shylock pressed one finger against his own mouth, his lips parted as though they still carried the taste of something sweet. His deep red eyes, the color of late-summer fruit at the height of ripeness, narrowed teasingly.

Shylock: For the moment, please keep your answer secured in your heart. We have yet to see if my tongue reaches the same conclusion.

Bradley: …….

For an intense moment, their gazes intertwined. Then, after a silence as meaningful as if they were sharing an unspoken secret, Shylock let his fingers slowly drift away from his lips.

Seeing this, the corner of Bradley's mouth pulled into a grin.

Bradley: Interesting. Guess I'll be goin' with ya tomorrow.

Bradley: I look' forward to hearin' yer thoughts on this one, barkeep.

The next day. 

After a scenic broom ride from the Western elevator tower, we arrived at our destination in the countryside.

[Location: Western wine town, daytime]

Akira: Wow… the air smells amazing.

Oz: Yes. Because of the grapes.

The town was small and rural. Quaint brick buildings were clustered cozily together, and lush vineyards stretched out in every direction.

The main street was lined with shops, and decorative grape vines twisted up the walls and over roofs. The atmosphere radiated simplicity and pleasantness, and the aroma of sweet grapes filled the air.

Akira: Ah, and these matching outfits are perfect, too.

Shylock: These garments are in the traditional style of this area's harvest festival. We Western wizards prepared them to help immerse everyone in the thriving festive spirit.

Rutile: Thank you very much, Mr. Shylock. The vibrant colors are so enchanting!

Murr: Around here, adults and kids alike wear burgundy shades for grape harvest festivals. 'Cuz then if you spill wine or get splattered by the flying grapes, the clothes won't show the stain!

Nero: Uh, can ya run that by me again?

Faust: Flying grapes?

Bradley: At ragers like this, once yer drunk off yer ass, folks always start peltin' eachother with grapes. Mr. Barkeep was tellin' me about it yesterday.

Bradley: Squishin' up the runty fruit after the harvest is apparently s'posed to make for a killer crop next year. Some kinda superstition.

Bradley: But I guess, bein' shitfaced 'n all, they can't tell if the grapes are bein' thrown or if they're flyin' on their own.

Arthur: Ahaha!

Rutile: That sounds like a blast!

Just like Bradley said, the town was bustling with preparations for the harvest season.

Residents were all working hard, doing things like putting up flyers, hefting around casks of wine, and so on.

Akira: (It's chaotic and lively, like pre-festival activities in my world… It kind of creates its own unique sense of excitement, doesn't it?)

Just then, an older gentleman crossed the street before us, carrying a heavy-looking tray of glassware. 

Before I even thought to offer him assistance, he stumbled, and the precariously tray of glasses tipped over. Akira: Oh --!

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