#also my friend was supposed to come over and help me run some errands but they didn't :

[neonpigeons]

anybody wanna just risk it all and open a cat cafe with me

#don't really care where im sure there are kitties everywhere that need love and homes #im distracting myself with flights of fancy #cuz my finger hurts so goddamn bad. if it still hurts this bad tomorrow i may have to go to urgent care cuz im gonna kms #also my friend was supposed to come over and help me run some errands but they didn't :/ #but anyway. cat cafe #i don't have prior experience with much but you know. motivation is half the battle #ari speaks

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Practice On Me — Part Four — Azriel x Reader

Summary: It’s Solstice! Reader decides she should probably be honest with Azriel about some stuff. Things don’t quite go to plan.

Oof. Okay. This could be uncomfortable reading for some. There are some hints and depictions of domestic abuse and also of alcoholism, so if that’s something that might trigger you, please, please do not read this. The last thing I want is for my writing to be harmful to anybody. Read with caution. Take care and put yourself first. Lots of love.

Also, please don’t hate me for this 😭we know I’m a hoe for angst and it wouldn’t be one of my fics if there wasn’t some sprinkled in there lmao.

Word Count: 5k.

Warnings: Depiction of abusive behaviour. Heavy drinking. Some violence.

On a brisk winter morning, when the sun hasn’t yet graced the sky, the last place you wish to be is at the Windhaven crèche, watching over a group of tired, grouchy younglings. Every second thought that passes through your mind is a longing one, lamenting on how desperately you wish to be back in your bed.

But alas, you owe your friend, Vegha, a favour, making you the sole minder of ten restless little girls, all annoyed that their brothers get to join their fathers for training, while they have to stay back and be…girls. A downfall, according to most Illyrian males.

You’re supposed to be watching over them for a couple of hours while Vegha runs an errand. And that time is going very, very slowly.

You’re in the middle of reading a storybook — and, yes, doing all the voices — when the door opens behind you. You feel a glimmer of hope that perhaps Vegha is back earlier than planned, but when you swivel on the child-sized chair you’ve perched yourself on, it’s Azriel who looms in the doorway.

And you…your heart does a silly little thing in your chest.

“Don’t let me interrupt.” He says. “I can wait.”

Your eyebrows flick up in amusement. “Come take a seat, then. It’s story time.”

His lips twitch, and he goes to reach for one of those infant chairs — which you’re not at all sure can handle all his muscle — but this sparks a flurry of complaints from the girls, who all insist that they want to sit with Azriel the most, and within seconds, he’s cross-legged on the floor with the children somehow managing to settle around him without bickering, and they’re all able to command his attention at once.

Happy mediums, and all that.

Your gaze lingers on him as he does all the right things; leaning his head down so he can appear less…huge, while listening with rapt attention to one of the girl’s chattering; steadying another one as they climb over him to get themselves seated; gently telling them all that they have to be quiet if they want to hear the rest of the story. That, of course, achieves immediate near silence.

And thus begins an entire performance of you continuing the tale, and the girls — and Azriel — responding in all the right places. They howl when they’re supposed to make the sound of a wolf, and roar when it’s a mountain cat, and you don’t miss that Azriel helps the tiniest of the girls to remember which animals make what sounds.

Most males in this gods-forsaken place are an intimidating presence to these children, frightening them into silence whenever they’re around, because girls are supposed to be seen and not heard. But Azriel is always gentle, always kind, and they adore him for it.

It’s a combination of all these things that force you to face a truth that’s been rapidly snowballing inside your mind and heart for the past four days — something has changed. Shifted. Has been shifting and changing for a while.

You laid awake for hours that night in the dormitory, listening to Azriel’s breathing as he slept deeply, happily sated from the pleasure you’d given him. Your mind had been too much of a war zone for you to drift off.

Nine years, you’ve called this male your closest friend. Ever since the very first day you’d met him, when a group of males had pushed you to the floor and kicked mud at you, and he’d jumped in and defended you for no other reason than that he’s good to the bone. Nine years, you’ve been by each other’s sides, and it’s been comfortable and familiar and just…right.

But now — now, you think you may have jeopardised that all by going along with Azriel’s request for help. Help with kissing. Touching. Experiencing.

You’ll always want to help him in any way that you can, of course. But you didn’t quite anticipate the predicament you now find yourself in. That you want all of those things and more, not just under the ruse of building your friend’s confidence. You want to explore more with him, feel more with him. You’ve been able to think about nothing else for days.

And it might make you a total wretch, but you want Kaeda to be a distant memory. The thought of Azriel taking what you’ve shown him, shared with him, and putting his all into somebody else…it sours your stomach. Makes you feel sick.

Makes your heart hurt.

And, well, you’re fucked, really.

It’s a kind of hurt that won’t go away on its own. It isn’t avoidable nor ignorable. And so your only option is to confront it, be honest about it. Whatever the outcome may be.

The story comes to an end, and the girls are calmed and sleepy enough that they look ready to curl up on the floor and doze off. Azriel peels himself away from the cluster of clingy children and stands up, strolling over to you.

“Well that was fun.” He comments quietly, taking the book from your hands. “Who knew I was so adept at doing animal impressions?”

“One of your many talents, I suppose.” You smile, drinking in the sight of him. He looks tired this morning. Tired, but beautiful. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

His expression sobers slightly, and he tells you, “We’re leaving this morning. For the training exercise.”

Immediately, your stomach churns. Being away from your friends sets you on edge. Windhaven is a lonely, lonely place to be without the love of Rhys, Cassian and Azriel to warm you. And not even Rhys’s mother is here to make it a little more bearable.

Az immediately recognises the bleakness that passes your face. He steps closer, his hand a gentle brush against yours. “I’ll be back for Solstice.” He reminds you yet again.

“I know.” You attempt to force an easy, breezing smile. “What’s the plan for Solstice, anyway?”

Normally, Rhysand’s mother would cook a meal in the cottage. You wouldn’t be able to attend, given that you’re always stuck at home with your father, but by the time he would pass out drunk, you’d sneak out and make it to the cottage just as the games were starting. Some of your happiest memories are of being curled up on one couch with Az, Rhys and his mother on the other, and Cassian stood in front of you, making a terrible attempt at playing charades.

But it’ll be different this year. With the High Lord keeping a tight leash on his pregnant mate in Velaris, there will be no meal, no charades. You, Azriel and Cassian would most certainly not be welcome at their intimate family celebration.

“Rhys will spend the day in Velaris.” Az tells you. “Cass and I will be getting drunk. There’s a celebration being held at the dormitories in the evening, so I suppose we’ll all end up there.”

You dip your chin. “I’ll come and find you there, then.”

His responding smile is a gentle one; one that says he sees right through you, right through to the panic that’s eating away at you, and he understands.

There’s no way he sees everything that you’re feeling, though. Perhaps that’s a good thing.

Your body goes slightly rigid as he dips down and presses a kiss to your forehead. His hand squeezes yours, and then he’s pulling away. “See you on Solstice.”

He bids a quiet goodbye to the dozing girls. It’s as he’s heading for the door that you find yourself stepping after him. “…Az?”

He turns, hand on the doorknob. “Yes?”

“There’s…something I need to talk to you about, when you get back. Something I need to tell you.”

Okay. Shit. You’re really doing this.

Azriel’s eyes rake over you, and then he smiles. “We’ll talk on Solstice.”

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Your head’s not all there today, as you stare out of the window of your father’s forge. Azriel and the others have been gone almost a week, and you’ve spent every one of those days thinking about how you’re going to tell him…whatever it is you’re going to tell him.

You’re not even certain, yourself.

Just that…that things are different. That you know, to begin with, that this was about him and Kaeda — but it’s shifted in your brain at an alarming rate, and now that you’ve shared something so…so meaningful, with him, you’re not sure you can go on acting as though it was all just a favour.

Yeah. That should do it.

And it’s a huge fucking risk, of course. There’s every chance he won’t return the sentiment, and then a giant wedge of unresolved feelings will exist between you.

But you need to — perhaps selfishly — confront this before things between him and Kaeda progress. In case there’s a slight chance that it’ll alter the path it’s heading down.

And you haven’t thought any further than that.

The snow has started again, and you watch the flurries sweep past the window and join the thick layer on the ground. You’ve become so accustomed to the noise of the forge that you hardly notice it anymore — not the constant clanking, nor the heat that the fires swathe the shop in. You used to beg your father to teach you his craft, to allow you to get stuck in and get your hands dirty, but he’s always stubbornly maintained that it’s a male’s job, and that he needs you for the bookkeeping. You’re surprised he trusts you with that.

You breathe a soft sigh, your thoughts once again flitting back to Az. To what he might be doing, thinking, feeling. Whether he misses you as much as you miss him.

But before those thoughts can take a hold of you and sink you deeper into your predicament, the door opens, the bell above it ringing and a gust of cold air momentarily biting you.

It’s rare for females to come to the forge. Very rare, indeed. Which is why, for a second or two, you just stare.

That — and because she’s incredibly beautiful.

Her eyes — the colour of emeralds — sweep the workshop, before landing on you, and she smiles. She has the telltale tanned skin of an Illyrian, but instead of the dark hair that’s so typical around here, hers is red — not orange, not auburn, but blood red. You’ve never seen a shade quite like it.

And if that’s not enough to completely bowl you over, your gaze rakes over her clothing, and you stop, stunned.

Females around here wear homespun dresses of simple brown shades. A few, like yourself, favour basic tunics and breeches. Clothing is just a necessity, not something you lend much thought to.

But this female wears Illyrian leathers. Never, in your life, have you seen females wear Illyrian leathers. It’s simply not a done thing.

But she looks resplendent in them.

They cling to supple curves and accentuate a figure that you don’t think you’d ever be able to achieve with any amount of training. And perhaps the most shocking thing of all — and the most enviable — is the presence of brilliant, beautiful wings at her back. Unclipped. Untouched. Unruined.

How your wings might have one day looked, had your father not destroyed them.

You’re not entirely convinced that an angel hasn’t just stepped into your father’s forge. Or perhaps this is the Mother that everyone worships. Part of you wants to worship her, too, and beg her to bestow upon you her blessings—

You snap yourself out of it before you can fall head-over-heels in love with her. She’s just a customer.

A very, very beautiful customer.

“Good day to you.” She says, approaching the counter. Her voice is like pure music.

You incline your head in greeting. “And to you. Is there something I can help you with?”

“I’m interested in having some gifts made for my father and brothers. For Solstice.”

Once again, you’re gawking.

Another thing that’s unheard of; females liking their family members enough to have gifts made for them.

You clear your throat, blinking out of your thoughts. “What…what kind of things were you looking for?”

“Personalised daggers.” She answers, and then she grins in a way that makes you want to tell her your life story, and leans closer. “A male can never have too many daggers, right?”

You breathe a laugh. It doesn’t sound natural. “Absolutely.”

“I’ll be needing three. One for my father, and one each for my two brothers. Can that be done in time for Solstice? I can pay extra…”

This female has beauty, leathers, wings, a relationship with her family members, money. She’s magnificent. A few exchanged words, and you’re awed by her.

Who is she? How have you never seen her before?

“It can be done.” You tell her with a flustered smile. “I’ll just need to sit with you and get some details of exactly what you want made, and then my father will get straight to it. I imagine they’ll be ready for collection by Solstice Eve.”

Her eyes light up in a way that reminds you of sunrise. “That’s perfect.”

There’s a second or two where you just…can’t help staring. Her beauty has knocked you speechless.

But once again, you snap yourself out of it and try to retain some semblance of professionalism.

“Can I take your name down?” You say, and clear your throat again. Gods, you hope you’re not blushing. “For the order.”

You grab a piece of parchment and a pen, hoping you’ll remember how the fuck to write.

“It’s Kaeda.” She says, and the pen nearly slips from your hand. “Kaeda Baralas.”

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Solstice morning sweeps in just as abruptly as the fresh onslaught of snow that once again batters the camp.

It’s going to be a rough one. You can feel it in your bones.

You dread it every year, but this year is made even worse by the constant stream of thoughts that have been plaguing you over the last week. About whether telling Az about your feelings is a good idea. Not just because of what it could do to your friendship, but because…

Because you can’t deny that since seeing Kaeda in the flesh, you’re doubting yourself more than ever.

Of course, you can see why Azriel would want her. And why he’d want to be good and experienced for her. And you…you’ve been facilitating that. You’re the practice dummy. Kaeda is the real thing.

At least the chaos of Solstice keeps you busy.

You wake early, and from the noise and foot traffic outside your bedroom window, you know Az’s unit has safely returned from their training exercise. Your relief is short-lived, replaced by the dread of your father hitting the bottle.

Every year is the same. You spend the day trying to focus on your preparation of the huge meal you’re expected to cook, while your father knocks back drink after drink and gradually gets rowdier. You tell yourself that the more he drinks, the better — he’ll fall asleep eventually, and you’ll be out of here.

But then the front door bursts open.

It’s four of your father’s friends who pile into your cramped home, singing at the tops of their voices and reeking of booze. You’re only just able to stop one of them knocking a pot of potatoes off the counter with a careless, wayward wing. They barely acknowledge you, filing through to the sitting room to greet your father. Their voices get louder, and an ache is building behind your eye.

Day bleeds into late afternoon. You try to ignore them, to focus on the task at hand. Cooking is usually enjoyable for you, but with an unwelcome party happening in the next room, you find yourself getting more and more stressed.

By the time your father bustles his way into the kitchen and begins sniffing around the food, you’re close to losing it.

“Isn’t it ready yet?” Your father rudely demands.

You stare out of the kitchen window, at the dwindling light of approaching evening, clenching your jaw. “It is. I’m waiting for your friends to leave.”

“They’ll be eating with us.”

You whirl on the spot. “We don’t have enough food for that.”

“I told you we’d have guests.”

No, he absolutely hadn’t. This is a power play. He does shit like this all the time. Backs you into corners.

“I bought food for two people.” You snap, unable to stop yourself. “Not six.”

Your father’s nostrils flare. You know that look on his face a little too well — the one where his cheeks redden and his eyes turn cold. It’s always, always made your stomach lurch.

He steps closer, and you press your back against the counter, trying your utmost not to look intimidated.

“You’d better rectify that, hadn’t you?” His tone is deceptively gentle. “Be a good girl and find a way to make the food go around six people. You wouldn’t want to ruin Solstice.”

It’s a veiled threat. One you’d be wise not to ignore.

So you stare at him and he stares at you. And when he eventually nods and leaves the room, you turn and try to work out how to make a meal for two a meal for six.

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The mountain of a male beside you jostles your chair so violently that you almost fall out of it.

His hand grabs a roast potato from your plate. He shoves it into his mouth, chews, and grins. “You weren’t going to eat that, were you?”

The entire meal has been like this.

Perhaps it’s your ice-thin temper that has you staring him right in the eye; a thing many Illyrian males consider a great disrespect from females. “Would it matter if I was?”

He swallows and swipes the lone, remaining potato you hadn’t planned to touch. “Not really, no.”

The dinner is usually the only part you enjoy of Solstice. A meal that you spend hours perfecting, of slow-cooked meat and roasted potatoes and a colourful array of different vegetables that are cooked to perfection. It’s the one part of the day where you can just sit and breathe, because even your father doesn’t usually have a bad word to say about the meal you’ve presented.

This one has been pure, unadulterated hell. 

To accommodate your unwanted guests, you’ve skimped on your own food, barely affording yourself a couple of mouthfuls. Wine and ale has been spilled across the table, and the conversation around it has only grown more and more uncomfortable — and vile — as the night has worn on. You want nothing more than to get out of here and find your friends, but your father and his cronies show no signs of slowing down. 

You sit, staring emptily at the plates, the little remaining morsels of the meal you spent all day cooking. You try to block out the laughter and jeering, the disgusting comments, the blatant disrespect, but it’s all getting to you, riling you up. You’re not sure how long you’ll last without snapping.

Your answer comes when your father looks at you. And he snaps his fucking fingers at the finished plates. 

“Clear this up, Y/N.” He says. 

You know your father. You know what he can be like, the damage he can do. Your ruined back is evidence enough. And you know the wisest and safest thing is for you to comply and rant about him to your friends later.

But you’re far beyond that point.

You meet his gaze, and your jaw ticks as you shoot back, “Why don’t you clear it up yourself?”

You regret it the second the room falls deathly silent. All the noise is gone in an instant. Every face is looking your way.

But it’s your father’s face you’re concerned with.  The expression that tells you you’ve made a grave, grave mistake. 

“What was that?” His voice is quiet. Too quiet.

You look away. Wish you could cram the words back down your throat. “Nothing.”

“It wasn’t nothing.” The male beside you sneers. “You speak to your father like that, girl? If you were my child, I’d string you up by the remains of those wings you never should have been born with.”

“I’d do a lot worse than that.” Another one remarks, a sickening laugh in his voice.

Throughout it all, your father is staring at you. Saying nothing.

“Did it hurt, anyway? Having them ripped off like that? I bet it did. I hope it did.”

Your final straw is when the pig at your side has the audacity to reach around and touch your back. You tense immediately, and you’re shooting up from your chair, knocking it over as you do.

“Don’t ever lay a finger on me again.” You will your voice to be stronger, firmer, but it won’t comply. You shake as you gather the plates up in your hand. “I’m cleaning this up.”

That’s met with a chorus of laughter, a pelting of comments. You tell yourself to block it out, block it the fuck out, balance as much as you reasonably can in your hands and book it into the kitchen. You dump the plates onto the counter and grip onto the sink basin, trying to draw in deep, slow breaths.

But then there are footsteps behind you. And the kitchen door closes. And you know that’s not good.

“Y/N.” 

Your eyes shutter. You release one of those useless breaths before you dare to turn and face your father. 

And when you do, his face is…soft. Eyes filled with concern.

But you’re not stupid enough to buy it. 

You’re taut as a bowstring as he approaches you, stopping inches away. He drinks in the sight of you, tilting his head. You wait for him to tell you that you look just like your mother — a fact that only contributes to his vitriol. As if it’s your fault that she abandoned him, abandoned both of you. 

He thinks it is.

His hand touches your cheek, his thumb sweeping the skin there. You swallow, hoping he can’t feel the way you tremble beneath him. 

“What’s gotten into you, my girl?” He asks quietly. “What did I say about not ruining Solstice?”

You swallow. Lower your gaze. “I thought it would just be the two of us.”

“Do I not have the right to invite my friends into my home?”

“I’m just saying that a little bit of warning would have been appreciated. I didn’t spend hours cooking a meal just for your friends to come along and ruin it.”

“Your attitude has become insufferable. Perhaps it’s those three males you’ve been spreading your legs for. Giving you too much of an ego boost.”

You almost want to laugh in his face — laugh at his cluelessness. But your anger wins. Maybe you’re more like him than you ever thought.

“Or perhaps, father,” you snap, “it’s an accumulation of anger and desperation after twenty years of living with a repulsive, sanctimonious—”

He strikes you so hard that for a moment, you’re simply stunned as to why you’re suddenly on the floor. But the thwack of his hit rings in your ears, echoes through the kitchen. 

And then the metallic taste of blood is coating the inside of your mouth. It’s streaming down your chin, and you’re not even sure where it’s all coming from, only that it hurts and your eyes are stinging. 

Your father stares down at you. And in that moment, you realise that the eeriest thing of all is that he never glares at you. You think you’d prefer that.

He always stares with that emptiness. That icy vacancy. It makes his actions more unpredictable, more dangerous. 

He lunges down so suddenly that you flinch, yanking you up by the front of your shirt. Your legs don’t want to comply as he shoves you towards the door.

“Get the fuck out of my house.” He hisses at you, ripping the door open. “Go on. Fuck off, just like your mother did.”

And then he’s shoving you into the snow, a plume of it erupting around you. You hardly notice the cold. You’re too stunned.

Not stunned enough, though, to refrain from biting back at him. Just like a threatened animal would. 

“Fuck you.” You sneer, the words contorted by a mouthful of blood that you spit onto the snow. “Fuck you, father.”

The bastard laughs in your face. Just as he’s always laughed in your face. And then he kicks snow at you because he can and steps back into the house.

When the door shuts behind him, you push to your feet. You’re trembling all over. It might be the cold. It might be the shock.

There’s only one person you want to see right now. So you wrap your arms around yourself and head towards the dormitories.

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Halfway through trudging across the camp, your shoes sodden with snow, your lip still bleeding, the emotions begin to hit.

You resent them. You resent feeling anything at all towards the male who is your only blood relative in this hollow, hollow place. The one who took your wings. The one who has tried to keep a firm grasp on the control he has over your life.

But you do feel things. Hurt and rage and humiliation and — bizarrely — betrayal. As if some small slither of hope had followed you from childhood into adulthood — that your father would one day miraculously awaken as a different person. A family member worth holding onto.

He never would.

No, your true family has always been the small, loving group that crams themselves into a cottage across the camp; a place of warmth and welcoming.

Rhysand and Cassian and Azriel. Rhysand’s mother, too. They are your family. They have always cared, since the moment you met them.

It’s for that reason that you persevere with your walk, even though you’re frozen to the bone. You think you might be crying. You’re not too sure anymore. Your friends will make it better. They always make it better.

The dormitories glow in the distance; a welcome sight, for once. You kick through the snow with desperation, and you’re definitely crying, definitely shaking all over, but the sounds of the celebrations coming from inside are a relief. Playful jeering and someone strumming a lute and off-kilter singing.

You push your way through the door. Inside is as crowded as you expect it to be, but you don’t even care. Anywhere is better than at home.

Your eyes — not really taking in much at all — scan the corridors, the common area, looking for any of your three closest friends. You see none of them, but a hand lands on your shoulder, and you turn to find Vegha there. Her eyes widen immediately at the state of you. You dread to think how bad you look.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” She blurts. “Why are you bleeding?”

“Fell over.” You know how stupid it sounds. “I…I need to find Azriel. Have you seen him?”

“Oh, I think he skulked off to his room a little while ago. Everyone knows he hates big parties like this—”

Perfect. You’ll hole up in his room together and block the rest of the world out. You’re already turning and pushing through people. You’ll apologise to Vegha for your rudeness later. Right now, you just need Azriel’s comfort, his love. The conversation you planned to have with him tonight is now a distant memory, an issue to confront later. You just…just want him. He always makes everything better.

You don’t notice the drink that gets spilled on you, or the disgruntled groups of people you have to shove through. None of that matters. Azriel is your family. He matters.

Finally, you make it to his room. The soft glow of faelights shine beneath the door — an indication he’s inside. You almost sob with relief as you grab the handle and burst in.

Two faces immediately look round at you.

Azriel’s.

Kaeda’s.

Kaeda lies on top of him, hands either side of his head. Her lips are swollen and inches from his. Azriel is palming at her waist, holding her against him. They’re both fully clothed, but…but you get the sense they wouldn’t have been for much longer, had it not been for your interruption.

Azriel drinks in the sight of you, his chest heaving. He blinks. You…you’re rooted to the spot.

And you fucking wince as Kaeda sits up slightly. Az’s hands fall back to his sides.

The beautiful female eyes you, tilting her head. And you want to get out of there, to fucking run, but you can’t do anything but stand and blink as something shatters inside of you.

“The shop hand from the forge.” Kaeda states in surprise, as if it’s ludicrous to consider that you might sometimes venture outside of your father’s workshop. “What happened to your face?”

Azriel is finally springing into action, then, sitting up and scooting out from beneath Kaeda. “Y/N…”

You cannot bear the gentleness of his voice. It may just finish you off.

All of this might. Staying here a second longer might.

So you, for some reason, shake your head and back slowly out of the room. Azriel lurches up, but you’re grabbing hold of the door handle firmly.

“Sorry for interrupting.” Your voice is all wrong and fractured. You quickly shut the door before it can morph into a sob.

You think Azriel might call after you, but it’s probably wishful thinking. You don’t know. Don’t know anything. Don’t know what to do next.

So you simply walk away.

You suppose you’ve taught Azriel everything he needs to know.

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[givemea-dam-break]

hi honey! can you do a anthony lockwood x reader, with #49 from the prompt list? maybe reader is close friends with kipps and anthony gets jealous so he hangs out with another girl to make reader jealous, and it works, so kipps threatens lockwood?

i love your work btw 🫶

a/n: of course!! thank you for requesting, and i’m so glad you like my stuff, thank you for your support <3 I'm assuming you mean my angst prompt list as that's the only one with a prompt that makes sense lol. i hope you enjoy! also (for anyone) let me know if you want to be added to my tag list for any lockwood and co fics <3

warnings: mild language, angst prompt: "Are they really just a friend?" gn reader

tag list -> @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy

Lockwood has been avoiding you, and you're not sure why.

It started a few weeks ago.

Usually, the two of you would spend mornings together in the kitchen, talking over steaming cups of tea as you waited for Lucy and George to get up. Your afternoons could go any which way - relaxing in the house, taking consultations with possible clients, running around London for god knows what. Evenings, well, they were your favourite. If you weren't on a case, either with the whole team or just paired with Lockwood, you'd sit in the library together, simply enjoying the other's company as you read one of the many novels in the house and he sifted through magazine after magazine.

Now, though, it's all changed. Lockwood is never in the kitchen when you're there on your own. He doesn't sit next to you during consultations, or invite you on his errands around the city. Worse, he isn't taking you along on cases with him, opting to take Lucy or George instead.

It shouldn't upset you the way it does, but it's not like you can help it. He's your closest friend. Your partner in crime. Without him, what are you?

Lucy has her theories but you're not overly convinced.

One of her theories sits in front of you currently, sipping a mug of coffee under the bright lights of the Costa you chose to hang out in today.

"Any interesting cases lately?" Kipps asks. "I can't imagine Tony would like to take any of the boring ones, but I suppose he'll have to take anything he can get, really."

You glare at him half-heartedly. "We take anything we can get, but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing. We help out the people who can't afford your fancy services. And, yes, I'll have you know we did have a particularly strange one, recently."

One of his eyebrows quirks up. It looks like a bushy caterpillar. "Go on."

"This murdered woman, right, who had been wanting revenge for her death. Turns out, the house was being occupied by some descendant of her murderer. He got ghost-touched, ended up dying, and then his husband came to get our help. You'll never guess what her source was."

Kipps thinks for a moment. "Her favourite necklace, stuffed under the floorboards somewhere."

You cross your arms in an X shape and make a 'wrong answer' buzzer sound. "It was her old record player that had gotten passed on from owner to owner. Apparently, the record on it had been on it for so long that it had melted onto it. The song had been playing while she died."

"That's awfully grim." Kipss takes another sip of his coffee, but he frowns as if it no longer tastes as nice. "And any improvement with Tony? Any conversations longer than five words?"

"No," you say miserably. You stir your spoon around in your tea, hating the way one guy has made your mood go from relatively okay to the opposite. "I don't know what I've done. I invited him to come to Arif's with me the other day, yeah? You know what he said? Lucy would love to go. And that was it! Lucy wasn't even home. The prick."

His gaze flickers to the door of the café. "You might want to keep your voice down."

"Why?"

When you turn, you realise why. In comes Lockwood, hair damp from the rain that pours down outside and jacket dripping, but still as radiant as ever. His face is almost glowing from the brightness of his smile as he laughs at something the girl beside him says.

Something in your chest squeezes horribly at the sight.

You turn back to look at Kipps, plastering on a smile as you swallow the burning feeling in your throat.

"He's coming over," he says, sipping his coffee - not - casually. He seemingly can't decide whether he should look at you or the person approaching. "Act normal."

As you sip your tea, which has gone a little cold after being left untouched during your conversation, Lockwood's shadow covers the table.

"(name)," he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "What a surprise to see you here."

You press your lips together. "Yes, well, I told you I was coming here today. What a coincidence."

When you look up at him, he's wearing that dazzling smile of his, and your breath catches. How long has been giving this other girl - the one who floats by his side - that very same smile? Has he smiled at her in that private way of his, where the corners of his lips twitch a little? Has he told her why he's got a scar on his forehead, and the stupid story of how he got it?

"Tony," Kipps says, giving him a curt nod. "(name) and I just met up to catch up on things. It's been a little bit since we last saw each other."

It's almost unnoticeable, but a muscle twitches in his jaw. "Two weeks, if I'm right? That time when our cases were next door to each other." he pauses then, glancing at the girl beside him "Oh, sorry, how rude of me. (name), Kipps, this is my friend Talia. Talia, this is Kipps, supervisor for one of the Fittes teams, and this is (name), my employee."

Your teeth grind together. "Just an employee? Hmm, okay."

"Nice to meet you," Talia says, smiling.

She seems nice, and you want to like her, you really do, but you can't. Still, for her sake, you repeat the phrase politely.

"Well, we best go get a table," Lockwood says, "before they all fill up from the lunch rush. Let's go, Talia. See you soon, (name)."

Despite wanting to swear at him, you give him the best smile you can muster. When he's gone, you visibly deflate, glaring at your croissant.

"Don't look at the pastry that way," Kipps says. "It hasn't done anything to warrant that."

"Oh, shut up."

--

Back at 35 Portland Row, the house is quiet. As far as you know, George is at the Archives researching for the next case you have coming up in a day or two, and Lucy is out getting supplies from Satchel's along with general shopping. You half wish you had gone with her rather than going to see Kipps.

During the rest of your time alone, you get some cleaning done. You've been putting it off for a while, but the washing-up basket is so full of dirty clothes that there is a mound as tall as your hips beside it. At this point, it's unavoidable.

You're halfway through folding the first load of washing when the front door opens.

"Be careful!" you call from the bottom of the basement stairs, hoping whoever it is will hear you. "I mopped the floor, it's slippy!"

For a few minutes, no one comes down to see what you're up to but, finally, you hear footsteps on the stairs.

"I boiled the kettle not long ago, it should still be warm if you want a cup of tea."

"Thank you, but I just had some."

You freeze for a moment before continuing your folding. Without turning around, you ask, "How was your date with Talia? She seems nice."

Lockwood pulls his chair out from under his desk. The sound is screechy, to say the least. "It was good. She's an agent at Rotwell, you know?"

"Mm."

"How was yours with Kipps?"

The disgust in his voice is palpable, but it doesn't even begin to compare to yours.

"It wasn't a date. Kipps is just my friend."

You can feel the look he's giving you - the disbelief is thick in the air. "Is he really just a friend?"

"Well, Kipps is six years older than me and an adult so, yes, he is just a friend because it would be illegal otherwise." The shirt you're folding probably doesn't deserve the amount of aggression you're handling it with. "It also wasn't a date for the reason that Kipps is my cousin. Now that I think about it, that's illegal, too."

Silence. It makes you feel a little triumphant, to be honest. It isn't often Lockwood is stunned into silence. He's always got something to say.

"Kipps... is your cousin?"

"Yes, he is. My mum is his aunt. Do I need to explain how that works for you?"

"No. No, that's alright. I just didn't know."

You shrug. "Never asked. Not like we were always super close. We've only really started catching up since I joined you guys because I'm in London now and he's my only family here. Not that that sentiment seems to be appreciated."

"If I'd known, I would've -"

"You would've done what, Lockwood?"

Finally, you turn to look at him, practically throwing down the jumper you're folding. He's already watching you, that smile of his nowhere to be seen. If you didn't know any better, you'd think that's guilt in his eyes.

"Would you have stopped avoiding me? Because Lucy seems to think that started when I reconnected with Kipps. I don't - Even if he wasn't my cousin, it makes me ill thinking that you might've thought we had a thing. Ugh, I can't even say it without wanting to be sick. Is that what all of this avoiding-me business was about? Be honest."

His lack of an answer is enough. Usually so full of things to say, it's a shock seeing him this quiet. You wait for him to say something, anything, but nothing ever comes. He just sits there, staring, supposedly figuring out what he should say.

You turn away from him again, folding the last item of clothing. "Your pile is that one on the end. Second load of washing will be done in an hour. I'm going out."

"Going out? Where?"

"I don't see how that's any of your business. I am just an employee after all."

"I didn't mean it like that -"

"Well, that's how it sounded. Jealousy doesn't suit you, you know." You pluck a jumper from your pile, tugging it on. "I'll be back before dinner. George is in charge of food tonight."

"(name), you don't need to go out. Let me just explain a few things."

"I have a great idea! Why don't you explain those things to Talia? I'm sure she'd love to hear it."

--

"I think I was a bit harsh."

"Oh, I don't think you were harsh enough."

Snorting, you stare out at the park. The bench you're sitting on right now, accompanied once more by Kipps, is soaked from the rain, but your jacket is long enough to save your jeans from getting soaked. The rest of the park isn't in much better of a state; there are massive puddles lining the paths, and the trees are sagging from the weight of the rain.

You pull your hood further over your head. "Tell me why you wanted to sit out in a park while it's chucking it down? I would've much rather had to sit in the same room as Ned Shaw than be out in this. My hands are freezing."

"You're the bait."

"The bait? What for?"

"Ah, there he is. My plan worked perfectly."

"Kipps, what are you -?" Turning your gaze down the path to the right, you realise. "No, Kipps, you're not going to bother Lockwood. I can handle myself."

"He needs to get a grip. He acted like a ten-year-old by avoiding you instead of talking to you, and it upset you. This just gives me the perfect excuse I've needed to give him a bollocking."

As he stands, you make to grab his sleeve. "Kipps, no."

But he's already sauntering up to Lockwood. The two meet halfway, drenched in rain. Lockwood's cheeks are flushed from the chill, and, though Kipps is the one speaking to him, he's looking at you.

"Kipps, stop it," you grumble, hurrying over. "I don't need you to mother me. It'll make things worse."

"I for one would like to hear what he has to say," Lockwood says. The challenging tone he always takes on with Kipps really should've been there, but it isn't. It's more of a guilty statement than anything else.

"You're acting like a kid, Tony," Kipps says angrily. "Do it with anyone else, but not with (name), not when they don't deserve it. I've been warning them not to fall for your tricks, but they've been insistent. He's a good guy. He's just going through a lot at the moment. Bullshit. Buck up your shit, or get out of their life."

"Kipps," you hiss. "Just shut up."

"No, I won't shut up, because he's hurting you. I won't stand for that."

"Just stop it! I'll handle this myself. I don't need you to do it for me."

"We all know that you weren't interested in that girl," Kipps says, glaring at Lockwood. If looks could kill, he'd be dead five times over. "You did it to be petty because, what, you were jealous that (name) was spending their time with someone other than you? Grow up."

"Kipps -"

"I'm going to leave now." His voice has grown quieter, even sterner, taking on the tone of someone using his age as leverage. "You two are going to talk this out. But if I find out that you've hurt them again, Tony, we're going to have major problems."

For a moment, he doesn't move, but then he squeezes your shoulder and leaves. You watch his figure disappear out of the park, blurred by the rain, before turning back to Lockwood.

His hair is plastered to his forehead and he's breathing a little heavier than usual. "(name) -"

"Kipps basically said everything that needed to be said," you say, pursing your lips. "I might've done it a little more gently."

A little laugh parts his lips. "He's right, you know."

"Oh, yeah, I absolutely do know. And it makes you a prick."

"It does." He looks down at his feet, guilt clouding his eyes. "I just - I was upset, and I know that gives me no right to have done what I did, but I felt - I don't know. Pushed aside? So I avoided you because it hurt a little less not having to see you all the time and wonder if you were thinking of someone else. Now I know how entirely wrong I was."

You stuff your hands into your pockets, desperate for warmth. "I was worried I'd done something to make you hate me. Lucy had tried to tell me that my hanging out with Kipps was a possibility, but I just didn't think it seemed like a logical reason. That's why I started spending more time with him - you avoiding me made me feel alone, and, yeah, I've got Lucy and George, too, but it felt nice to have someone shake some sense into me."

"I'm sorry, (name). Truly. If I'd known, things would've gone so much differently. I was more than a prick."

"You were." You laugh softly, and the sound has Lockwood's eyes back on you. "Lockwood, you mean the world to me. I thought you realised that."

There it is: that little mischievous glimmer in his eyes. The corners of his lips twitch. "Well, since I obviously didn't, maybe you could show me?"

"Are you sure you don't want Talia to show you? She did seem lovely after all."

He rolls his eyes, taking a step closer. He's near enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath. "Are you jealous?"

"Well, I wasn't the original jealous one, but, yes, I suppose I am."

When his hand touches your arm, you can feel its heat even through your jacket. You wonder if he can feel your heartbeat. It's never gone so fast before.

"So, about showing me that I mean the world to you?"

"You are insufferable."

It doesn't stop you from pulling your hands from your pockets and pulling his lips to yours. He may be insufferable and frustrating, among other things, but you wouldn't have him any other way. So long as he's yours.

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[multifandomthoughts]

Sumeru. The land of no dreams, only knowledge. Or so you thought. You had always been a stranger to everyone. A foreigner. And with that, comes a lack of a permanent home. You were always on your feet, rarely sleeping. Each day was long and arduous, but you always made the best of it, no matter what task you were doing.

Upon meeting some new people in Sumeru, you were finally able to rest.…but the dreams you begun to have were peculiar. They were always the same, every time. You were beginning to wonder if the gods were trying to tell you something.

It always started with you falling into a deep blue sea, struggling for air, drowning. Until someone in a wide brimmed hat drags you to the surface as you flail and water fills your lungs. The stranger’s face was always murky, and you were never able to get a good look at them. What you did know though, is that this strange person did not like having to save you. Every time you’d reach the surface, and try to breathe, this mysterious person would chastise you, and make snarky comments at you. You don’t know what it was, but somehow this was so attractive.

If this person existed in real life, you had to meet them. Even if they were as rude as their dream world counterpart. Each day that went by, you would visit the god of wisdom’s statue, hoping that they would send you a sign. Days turned into weeks until one day, when you were doing your daily prayer session, a person with blonde hair, strange clothes and a floating companion was there.

You begin your session, muttering your wish under your breath until you hear a high pitched “excuse me!” You glance over to see the strange people staring curiously. “Yes, can I help you? You say in the most polite voice you have. “We were just wondering what you were wishing for, and hoping we could help!”

Recounting the story to the strangers, you don’t think that they’ll give you any useful information. Until they drop a bombshell. “We know exactly who you’re talking about. However, we don’t know how to find them. Luckily, we know someone who will!” Without any warning, the stranger grips your hand as they begin to run. They’re so fast that you can barely keep up!

Finally, the two of you slow down, arriving at the adventurer’s guild of the grand bazaar. “Hey Katherine!” The stranger says with a wink. “We have a friend that is looking for someone….the balladeer.” The Balladeer….that name sent shivers down your spine. Clearly he’s the one you’re looking for if his name alone incites this sort of reaction.

Katherine, if that was actually her name, nods at you and motions to come closer. “I know exactly who you’re talking about….if you’d like to meet with them, I can make it happen. However, they’re supposed to be back tomorrow night. Meet me here and I can introduce you to them.” You nod, thank the stranger and Katherine and walk off, ready to kill some time until tomorrow.

Hours pass, and it’s finally night on the next day. You arrive to the designated spot and find a tiny little girl amongst the deserted street. You’re confused, and it’s clear to this person that you don’t understand what’s going on.

The little girl looks up at you and clears her throat. “I’m sorry I couldn’t introduce myself a few days ago, my name is Nahida. I’m Sumeru’s archon. I took control of Katherine’s body so that I could observe others while also not frightening them.”

Your eyes widen. The stranger that you had met earlier had put you into contact with the archon, thus answering your prayers. You knew that if you saw them again that you had to thank them. “Nahida, you said that you knew this person and that I’d get to meet them. How long will that take?” With a giggle, Nahida replies “Well, he should be here any minute. I sent him off on an errand and told him to meet him back at this spot at around this time..”

Over the hill, you notice a man with a wide brimmed hat and a scowl on his face walking towards the two of you. That must be him. He looks exactly like he did in your dream, except this time you can pick out his facial features. He’s carrying two big bags in his arms. Deep purple eyes and red eyeliner are fixtures of his face. As he gets closer and closer, you can hear Nahida ask him a question.

“Did you do my shopping, and did you get me a little treat?” With a sneer, the man replies “You think I’d really go so far to get you some of those disgusting things you call sweets?” Yet inside the bag, you can see a box with a ribbon on it; clearly he did as she asked. “So who’s this? They look familiar. What’s wrong with you, you’re staring. Do you want a picture or something?”

“You’re my soulmate….” You stutter out. Upon your earlier discussion with the stranger, you learned that many in Sumeru believed that seeing someone in your dream repeatedly meant that they had some sort of connection to you. More often than not, it was a soulmate. Bursting out laughing, the man in front of you retorts. “Me? Your soulmate? Give me a break, sure, we may have shared dreams, but that’s just superstition and useless drivel. I am just a hollow puppet, and you an insignificant human. We are nothing alike.

“It seems that Nahida has had you doing errands all by yourself. All that wandering you’ve been doing for her, that feeling of being aimless, of having no meaning? That has come to an end, because now you have me. We may have just met and know next to nothing about each other, but please take a chance on me.”

Pulling down his hat, you can see what looks like annoyance, but also a blush spread across his cheeks. It seems that he may actually consider your offer. Opening up his mouth, he scoffs before saying. “Sure, I’ll take a chance on you. That is only if you shut your mouth a bit.” Timidly, he offers you his hand as you gently grasp it, feeling the coldness of his skin.

“By the way, call me whatever you want, just as long as it’s not a pet name.”

“Okay, hat guy.”

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[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

If Ford thought about it for long enough after the fact, he supposes that should have seen it coming from a mile away.

Gravity Falls was always a quiet town on the surface. You'd never think something was amiss, with the way (most of) its citizens acted cheerful and welcoming. Folding their laundry, grabbing drinks, running their errands, you'd never assume each and everyone of them lived through hell a year ago. They were good actors that way. It could almost be seen as... safe.

But as Stanford has learned over the years, a lack of excitement did not mean he was in the clear.

A normal day this noon was going to be, and Ford was set on this notion. He had been sent into town to purchase groceries, but alone at the display of Stanley's plain laziness. While he was lounging in his personal armchair and watching old black-and-white reruns, Ford was encouraged to visit civilization alone. He only agreed due to his budgeting freedom, because Stan seemed to have forgotten Ford needed restraint when it came to those places. All those years with nothing, now with everything. (A foolish mistake, Stan would learn.)

Gravity Falls Grocery Store is even quieter than the street it was on. Large and untouched, one could roll their shopping cart through the colorful aisles with eyes closed, and would bump into no one. Ford doesn't roll, of course, but he does walk fast. The sooner he leaves, the sooner he can head to Greasy's Diner, to pick up a sweet pie for their dinner tonight. Ford fills up his shopping cart nicely, so no one else will need to head to this place for a good month or so. The freshest of fruit, the crispest of boxes, he can't help but pick those. He had an eye for those things.

As Ford almost rounds off his trip by scanning the candy aisle for a nice pack of jelly beans, his day takes a slight turn. This neon aisle is nestled in the middle of the rest, right by the eight cash registers. Only two of them are on duty during noon—a pair of elderly teenagers, with matching green uniforms and teenage atmospheres. The left is a tall blond boy who looks to be more than interested with his co-worker, while the right is a shorter girl with all of the heat in her face.

"Yep, just moved to town," the cashier on the right, brushing her blue-streaked brown hair aside, says. "My mom really wanted the 'chill vibes' of towns stuck in the middle of nowhere."

The cashier on the left chuckles, casually leaning forward over his station's conveyor belt. His voice is somewhat familiar to Ford, but it's what he's saying is the thing that gets him to pause. "Yeah, this place is anything but chill. Like, have you seen the place? One time, some really huge guy named Pubetor broke into our school and wanted to fight the principal. It was wild. And don't even get me started on last summer, because that? Could've been the best summer ever, if it weren't for the end."

Ford's hand rests lightly on the largest pack of The Fish's Fish-Shaped Jelly Beans he found in his area. He isn't sure why he's so hesitant to leave—Weirdmageddon was an understandable event to warn a newcomer about. Maybe it was how the subject had been worded. The apocalypse was not to be taken lightly, but teenagers took many things that shouldn't be light as light. It can be ignored.

Ford shoves the jelly beans into his cart and stands just far enough to be hidden from the pair. "Like, it was bad," Blond Boy is saying. "The sky exploded, my friends got turned to stone, I turned to stone, the whole town got turned to stone—it was a lotta stone. We're not even supposed to talk about it."

"Yikes," Blue Streak winces. "Now I get why my mom wanted to be here so bad. So you're just supposed to… keep living? Pretend it never happened?"

"Yep," Blond Boy confirms, nestling back into his stiff chair once more. "Except for the dudes who saved us and stuff, we just think it never happened. Don't tell anyone I told you, though. It's stupid law or something."

"Got it," Blue Streak says, also turning back to her post. Neither of them say any more.

He isn't panicking. Of course he isn't. This is stupid. Under a quarter of his age, making him question his entire sense of self. This is stupid. Ignore it, Stanford.

As silently as he can, Ford leaves the aisle. Looking straight down into his filled cart, as if revising everything he has in store. He glances up so he doesn't crash—Blond Boy's eyes flicker in recognition, and Blue Streak keeps her attention on an open magazine. As Ford looks closer at Blond Boy's name tag, it reads the name Lee.

"Mr. Pines!" Lee says a little too loudly, startling his co-worker off her seat. "We were definitely not breaking the law just now. How's things been with the brain, dude?"

Ford tries not to flinch in confusion at the sad cover-up. He always forgets that everyone in town knew about Stan's sacrifice, but not about who made it happen. "Stanley is doing well. I'm assuming you've mixed us up again?"

Lee begins to scan the items placed on the conveyor belt as he continues talking. "Riiiiiight. Sorry… Doctor? That's you."

"Yes," Ford replies rather stiffly. "I'm the other twin."

"Dang. Sorry about that, doctor dude." Though the teens are separated by both two conveyor belts and Ford's cart, Lee whispers to Blue Streak conspiratorially. "This's one of the dudes who saved us and stuff I talked about."

The girl nods in little awe. Ford pretends not to hear that.

The process is rather quick, but only because of Ford's mind thinking back to two minutes ago. Law? It sounded like the town had a mutual agreement to just… pretend last summer never occurred. But that was absurd! Ford must not have heard all of the context. Maybe the boy meant another law, one obscure and only mentioned to impress the dyed haired girl. It had to be, because if they all really did agree to…

"93.78," Lee says with slightly gritted teeth, like he's had to repeat it multiple times.

Ford almost forgets to mutter a thank you before walking away. He shakes his head of the alarming thoughts, swiftly taking the three bags to hook upon his arms. He doesn't see Lee or the dyed hair girl waving him goodbye, or what they start to whisper excitedly when he leaves through the automatic doors. The sheer concern of it all has clouded his mind completely.

Ford could not be crazy. He didn't spend forty-two years with that eye lurking over his shoulder for his home to dismiss it like a sham.

heheheh. I know exactly where it's gonna go too lol. if you wanna add anything/have criticism/anything of comment I'd like to hear it. this is the Very First Draft. :}

Gotta say, you really know how to build anticipation!

I like that Ford sort of spaces out. Not entirely sure why- just a little thing I like seeing, I suppose. Of course, there’s a lot here that I like, but I’m not great with words. I think it’s pretty good so far!

Also, question: did everyone decide not to tell specifically Stan and Ford about the law? Because- wow, Mayor Tyler really is the worst at decision making isn’t he

[cuddl3s4shur1]

Record Store III

ShuririxBlack Fem College Reader

Summary:As riri had a plan for a at home date you had to go out and met a old friend

Authors Note:YALL THOUGHT I FORGOT ABOUT THIS STORY (I did) ANYWAY I am lazy and did not pre read this . Read part 1 and 2 to get an understanding

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Y/n’s Pov

my towel it dropped Infront of my mf crush great .You do have bodyodyodyody but woah there buddy . You rush to get your towel and try to flee . In the corner of your eye you could see a small smirk on Shuri’S face . While walking into the bathroom.

Shit! You forgot the stuff you where supposed to get .

”Shuri are you still out their “ you yell “ yeah ma “ shuri says in a flirting voice.”Can you turn around ,No funny business either “ you say .”Alright Alright I’m turned around “ shuri says . You look out of the door way to see if she was “turn around shuri” you demand .

Shuri turns around and you get your stuff and run like the grinch . “Nice ass “ shuri says you look out the door way at her “You freaky asf “ you tell shuri . You close the bathroom door and you try to start your shower

“Ma can I join you in the shower,the shower shouldn’t be the only thing getting steamy “ tish says . “Shuri you a munch for real”you say .”So is that a yes “ she questions. “Hell no “ you responded yelling mostly. “But y/n “ shuri whines “yeah no " you yell

Riri's Pov

As I was watching abott elementary I begin to hear you and shuri go back and forth over something. I decide to be nosy and see what’s going on. I get up from the couch and head to your bedroom.

"Whats going on" I ask shuri it looks like you were taking a shower. "She won't let me shower with her" shuri says In a sad tone. “Leave her alone she trying to have peace “I say while laughing.

Than I thought of a idea What if we had a movie night In the house . We would have to find a way to get you out of the house to do it .

“Y/n we don’t have any tooth pace and snacks” I yell at the bathroom door . “I’ll go to the store after my shower riri “ you yell back but calm.

Y/n’s Pov

“Alright I’m going to run some errands I’ll be back “ You say leaving the apartment.

You got into Shuri’S car and Bluetooth your playlist.It was the playlist the was basically setting you up. Your playlist played summer walker deep. You buckled your seat belt and pulled out from your parking garage.

You went to multiple stores to get everything you needed but you also went shopping. You weren’t going home anytime soon

Shuri’s Pov

“So you need to make hang the lights from the door to her bedroom” riri says handing LED lights. Riri was making the front door the entrance to the movie.

“This looks prefect she’s going to love it “ riri exclaims excited . “I’m going to set the snack stand up and we’ll be good to go “ I started to help make the sign for the snacks .

“Where done all we have to do is wait for y/n to get home” riri says with a big smile and a hug.

Y/n’s Pov

You decided to stop at cafe and get coffee and just chill their for a bit.You went into Starbucks and ordered your drink. “Can I get a pink drink and the order is for y/n thank you” the person adds your order .

“Y/n that’s you” a unknown voice asks you from a far. The unknown comes closer it was your old friend kree. Kree had a crush on you for the longest he told you but you didn’t have feelings for him . After his confession the connection between you guys was awkward .

“Hey kree” you say unpleasantly.””You looking good “he says forcing you to do a 360.”thank you “ you force a small smile.You where hella uncomfortable right now but didn’t know what to do. “How you doing “ He asks being friendly . “I’m doing good kinda busy “ you say worried.

You start to look at other girls in the cafe to get your hint at some point you look at the barista.”So y/n may I take you out to night “ he says trying to be seductive.”Yeah no my partners would not like for me to cheat “ you say ending his dream. “You wouldn’t cheat it would just be old friends having a chat” he says trying to be slick.

“No thank you their very protective” he looks at you confused. “Their ,your a hoe “ you look at him stunned. You slap him “order for y/n” you get your drink and when you walk out you step on his toes . That totally ruined your mood ,at first you where happy but now you annoyed.

After that toxic interaction you decided to just head home. You parked your car in the garage and went to your apartment. You got your key to unlock your apartment door. “Y’all ain’t gonna believe what just happened you say as you walk in. You take your shoes off right away . You look up to see what they made .

“You guys you shouldn’t have “ you start to form a smile.”you guys definitely made my mood go up “ you say leaving the door way to see the living room. “Shuri Riri this is beautiful “ you look to left and right to see the kitchen .

“What happened” Shuri asks confused on the last thing you said . You got sit next to shuri on the couch. You tell shuri and riri what happened and the cafe .”What’s his name I’ll have my people handle him “ shuri says she began to get frustrated. “No it is ok” you say putting your hands on her shoulders . “You sure it’s ok” riri asks “yea I’m ok” you said .

After they settled down from the

cafe story we started are movie night .You guys ate snacks and watched multiple movies and shows .As you slowly started fall asleep you put your head on Riri’s shoulder .

Let’s just say tonight was the best date from home ever !

#black panther wakanda forvever spoilers #shuri #shuri fanfiction #queen shuri #shuri udaku #princess shuri #daddy panther #wakanda forever #mommy panther #black panther #shuriri #shuri x reader #shuri x y/n #ririxshuri #riri williams x reader #ririxyn #riri x reader #riri x shuri #riri williams #shuri x riri #WHERE ARE THE RIRI STORIES AT

[bbwritesmuchstuff]

Lust!Sans x Female!Reader Pt 2

Sans starred as you walked off. You really hadn’t asked for anything. As polite as most the monsters were, usually they would’ve asked for some sort of ‘favor’. You’d just smiled and brushed him off. He shook his head. She’s nice. Why are you so surprised? Sans teleported home. There were clinking sounds coming from the kitchen, signaling that Papyrus was also home. 

“I’m home, Papy.” Sans called out. Papyrus came out of the kitchen, smiling. 

“How’d work go?” Papyrus asked. Sans shrugged. 

“Fine, I guess. There was a bit of an incident but the new bartender stepped in.” 

Papyrus gave a knowing look. 

“She’s cute, isn’t she?” 

“I- yes, but don’t Pap.” 

“Whaat?” 

“You can’t set me up with everyone I find cute.” 

“But, Sans-”

“No.” 

“Fine.” Papyrus huffed. “You just seem so unhappy sometimes and I think getting out more than just for your job would be good for you. Get out. Go do something.” 

Sans sighs and plops onto the couch. 

“Look, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll get out more if we eat out more AND you have to come with me for most of it.” 

“Deal.” Papyrus grinned. “We’re going to have so much fun!”  

Sans groaned, already dreading whatever Papyrus had planned. 

~ 

You groaned while waking up the next day. You glared at your window that had let a sliver of light hit your eye despite the black out curtain. Rolling out of bed, you felt around for your phone. It was the afternoon so you’d gotten a decent amount of sleep for once. You got up and flipped on the light of your bedroom and got ready for the day. As usual, the apartment was quiet. Such is life when you lived by your lonesome. You had a few errands to run before work including grocery shopping. 

While going through the aisles and getting what you needed when you heard a familiar voice. 

“Why did I have to come? I could be getting my sleep in before work.” complained Sans. An unfamiliar voice answers him. 

“You promised me you’d get out more! Sleeping isn’t getting out!” 

You rounded the corner to see Sans draped over the cart and another skeleton arguing with him, his brother, you guessed, as he was trying to nap in the cart. All you could think to say was: 

“You know, you’re really not supposed to sit in those.” You had an amused smile on your face as you approached them. Sans jumped a bit, causing him to fall off the cart. He hit the floor with a loud THUD! You ran around the cart and helped him up. 

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?!” You asked. He gave a pained chuckle. 

“Not very graceful of me. Oops.” 

“You only have to be graceful at work.” You said. Sans’ hand lingered in yours for a moment before he realized what he was doing and pulled away. 

“Is this your new friend from work?” 

 Sans looked at his brother like he just remembered he was there. 

“Oh, uh, yeah. This is her.” 

“I’m Papyrus. Nice to meet you.” Papyrus said, holding out his hand. You gave him your hand for what you assumed would be a handshake. He instead gave a quick kiss on the back of the hand. You probably gave him an odd look because Papyrus just just laughed at you. 

“You were right. She’s cute.” Papyrus said. Sans gave Papyrus a sharp look. “Don’t worry, I won’t flirt with your little girlfriend.” 

Sans groaned and covered his face. You noted that while confident at work, Papyrus seemed to know all the buttons to push to embarrass Sans. Sans grabbed your hand and pulled you away from his brother before more shenanigans could ensue. 

“You should get her number!” Papyrus called after you two.

“Shouldn’t you stay with your brother?” You asked. Sans shrugged. You pulled your cart behind you before he pulled you too far to reach it. You laughed at him a bit. 

“Why are you embarrassed? You’ve called me cute before.” 

“I- Well, it’s different when my brother does it. He means it to tease how I talk at work. He thinks it’s funny.” Sans said. 

“You talk that differently at work?” You asked. You did notice that Sans seemed much more casual. He was wearing a tee shirt and a jacket as opposed to his crop top that he usually wore to work. He looked comfy. 

“I guess. Papy says the way I talk to customers is funny.” Sans told you. You shrugged and continued your shopping with Sans in tow. 

“Not really. From what I’ve seen, that’s actually pretty typical for people in your profession. I’ve seen people put on fake accents and change their voice completely for work. Even I’ve got to change my voice a bit to sound more friendly.” You told him. “I take it your brother doesn’t work in customer service because as far as I’m aware everyone has a ‘customer service voice’.” 

Sans shook his head. 

“Nah, Paps is in the royal harem technically so he just hangs out with the other members and works out a lot.” 

“Technically?” 

“He doesn’t actually have sex with the king. Undyne keeps him out of it because she thinks he’s too sensitive for it but he still gets paid so ya know.” Sans explained. You nodded like you understood but honestly you didn’t. They didn’t exactly openly explain their structure and given human society’s view on sex in general, you didn’t figure it was something you could really research either. Sans seemed to clue in to your confusion but instead of explaining further he just chuckled. 

“That’s pretty cool, I guess.” 

“Yep, my brother is super cool.” Sans smiled. “So, are you working tonight too?” 

“Yeah. Does stuff like last night happen often?” You asked, trying to find a topic of conversation. 

“Not nearly as often as it used to. The Anti-Monster protests outside have died down too. They still happen but not nearly as often as when we first opened.” Sans said. You’d heard about protests like that but never seen one. Disappointed but not surprised in people. 

“Welcome to the Surface,” You said sarcastically. Sans snorted. He sighed and said

“I better get back to Pap. See you at work.”

You blinked and Sans was gone. You gasped and rubbed your eyes. Well, that was weird. You guessed it was a magic thing and brushed it off. Finishing your shopping, you checked out  and headed home to get ready for work. When you got to Grillby’s, someone had egged the front windows and Grillby was cleaning it up. You shook your head and walked in. You set up your station.  The night was going smoothly until a patron started hitting on you. You had Grillby serve him so you didn’t have to deal with him. You largely just ignored him until he tried reaching over the bar to grab you. You moved out of the way, still mixing a drink. The guy muttered, 

“Fucking bitch.” 

“Please don’t reach across the bar.” Grillby said. Sans was taking his break and sitting at the bar. He noticed what was happening and piped up.

“Dude, she’s not interested. Just get your drink and let her do her job.” 

“Shut up, slut.” the guy snapped. Grillby grabbed his empty drink from him. 

“You’re done. You’ve clearly had enough.” Grillby said. 

“Hey!” the guy yelled. He turned to you. “You got a boyfriend?” 

You rolled your eyes and served your next drink to a customer. They looked at you sympathetically. Sans got up from his chair. 

“Yeah. Me. So fuck off.” Sans snapped. 

“Ugh,” the drunk grumbled something else that you probably didn’t wanna hear anyway. He walked off, flipping off the bar as he left. You rolled your eyes. 

“I wasn’t aware you two were dating.” Grillby said sarcastically. 

“Ya snooze, you lose, Grillby.” Sans jokes, “Cutie’s mine now.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes. 

“Thanks.” You said, still chuckling. Sans winked at you. 

“I’ll be your fake boyfriend any day of the week.” Sans said, throwing finger guns at you. “Because I’m weak for you.” 

You laughed at the dumb pun. 

“Welp, that’s the end of my break. Back to work. See you later, sweetie.” Sans said and walked away to go back to his stage. The rest of the night went off without a hitch. You and Sans kept making eye contact and making dumb faces at each other, trying to make the other break in the middle of work. It hasn’t worked yet. Upon getting home, you received a text from Sans;

Had fun tonight. See you tomorrow, cutie. ;) 

#lust!sans #lust!sans x reader #underlust #undertale

[ryker-writes]

Geez I'm really cutting it close, but I've flipped-flopped a few times on if I want to participate in this or not. I'd like to have a romantic match-up, but if this arrives too late and/or you just don't care to do any more of these, I'm completely fine with you just skipping mine.

I love animals but mostly cats. I've had pet cats for most of my life so far and I'd like to keep that up in the future. I like chocolate with peanut butter. I like playing video games that are more on the casual side. I like the color pink and purple. I do also like board games and jig-saw puzzles.

I dislike most foods. I also feel like my nose has been put on the wrong setting because I don't like the smell of most foods either. Which I know is odd since it can be something as tame as spaghetti. I don't like the feeling of wetness of fabrics and I dislike soft, fluffy towels because the feel of when they get wet is eeeuuughhh. I'm not a fan of pvp games or even games that forces me to play with strangers. I worry too much about bringing down my team and just causing the other players to have a miserable time.

My hobbies are daydreaming and drawing. I love to come up with different characters and species. Most of my drawings just end up being character design. Playing video games is a hobby as well. I would like to get myself into the hobby of exercising and walking but that's unlikely to happen.

I don't believe I have any strong physical preferences. I do know personality wise I don't want someone who's mean even if they mean it in a playful way. (Had a friend that always called me stupid and it wasn't until going to a different school that I realized I don't like that.) I also don't want someone who's really pushy. Though I suppose I could use a little bit of gentle persuasian and patience to help me with certain things. But the key point there is the approach.

I've never dated but I think my love languages are physical touch and quality time. I like hanging out in the same areas as people even if I'm not neccessarily interacting directly. I also want more hugs. (All my brothers dislike being touched so my mom keeps forgetting that I like hugs.)

I'm kinda curious for Bobo too, but like I'm either cutting it real close or have missed the deadline here so doesn't seem right to ask for her.

For the sake of things, I'm probably not going to do Bobo, especially since I still have a few more to do. Sorry about that, but I hope you can understand

"Ah, I'm always so grateful for you sending in asks for this event and supporting me as much as you do! That's why I felt it's important to take time to consider who would be right for you. And I've finally come to a conclusion.

I believe my friend Ruggie would be good for you!"

animal lovers together!

seriously he's great with animals and would love to have some animals together with you

he loves to hear about all the new animals and creatures you imagine, and may even throw out some of his own ideas

his animal knowledge can come in handy when you need it

he doesn't play video games much, but he may occasionally join you for a board game or puzzle

just don't play monopoly with him...I've caught him stealing money before

anything you don't like to eat or foods that you hate the smell of, just hand them over to him or show him where they are

he will get rid of the food for you ✨

if you ever need help getting some exercise in, he's happy to support and help you!

you can go on walks with him or hang around while he's working or run errands with him

Ruggie is not really pushy, but he will bring something up if he thinks it would be better for you and he may try to convince you, but once you tell him no, he'll back off about it

he's never forceful with his approach and likes to give you the reality of serious situations

he's very big on quality time since he's often out running errands or working

but he does really enjoy when you spend time with him, even if you're doing your own thing, just you being there means a lot to him

#ryker the matchmaker #twisted wonderland matchups

[space-wedding]

I want to kiss my best friend

A cute, short and fluffy Jaehee x gnc!reader oneshot, inspired by her valentines day DLC. This plays after her good ending! So be cautious of spoilers if you haven’t finished her route yet.

“What are we? Best friends. One would assume. Yet I think of holding her hand. Cupping her cheek while kissing her. Falling asleep next to her as I hold her in my arms. I don’t think this is what best friends are supposed to feel for each other.”

The sun shines brightly as you make your way down to the coffee shop. Every day that you get to work with Jaehee makes you excited. Jaehee... your best friend. She means so much to you. Her determination inspires you greatly. Her voice always brings you comfort and peace of mind. Everything about her is so beautiful. The way her lips curl when she smiles. The way she licks the spoon after mixing together ingredients for a new cake. The way her hand sometimes accidentally brushes against yours...

“Oh hey Y/N!” A familiar voice calls out. You are brought back from your daydreams.

“Jaehee! How are you? I see you started early!”

“Yes, the construction going on outside woke me up. I also had this great idea for a new cake I wanted to try out.”

“Ah yes. The -.” You cough, standing in the doorway, as dust from said construction finds it’s way to your lungs. “I don’t think we’re gonna get much business today.”

“Exactly! That’s why I decided to work on some new desserts. Do you want to help me?” Jaehee smiles at you. Oh how could you say no to a smile like this. You grab your apron and make your way over to the baking station. You look at her in awe. At the way she is focused at her task. A little bit of flour got on her nose. How the heck is she so darn cute? You’re blushing. Is it okay to feel those things for your best friend?

“How can I be of help, boss?” You joke. She chuckles.

“Mind grabbing the cake form and getting that buttered up? Also, try this!” She hands you a spoon with some cake mix.

“Jaehee! This is delicious!”

Her cheeks are turning red at your compliment. “Thank you!”

The noise of the bells attached to the front door of the coffee shop, startles you. You must have forgotten to lock it up. Someone is in the entrance, coughing and calling out for your names. A voice very familiar.

“Yoosung, it’s good to see you! What brings you here?” You ask.

“I was close by, running some errands for Jumin. Gosh that guy. ‘Yoosung get this, Yoosung do this’. it just never stops! But yes, since I was near, I thought I’d come see you!” He grins. Jaehee couldn’t help but chuckle at Yoosungs complaints. “Though, it seems you are closed today?”

“Yes, it’s incredibly dusty and loud because of the construction outside. Regarding that, we decided to close today. So we can start working on some new recepies!” Jaehee beams. “Would you like a coffee anyway?” She asks.

Yoosung answers: “Ah yes, I’ll take one to go. Jumin just texted me with even more work! Ugh.”. A sigh escapes his lips.

After handing Yoosung a delicious Cappuccino in a to go cup and saying your goodbyes, you make your way back to the work station. Jaehee was just about to put the finished cake mix into the oven. As she was bending down you couldn’t help but glance over. “Cute butt.”

“What? Did you say something?”

“N- no, nothing!” You try to hide your face out of embarrassment. Did you really just say that out loud?

“While the cake is baking, why don’t we restock everything? Now seems like a good time! Will you help me?” Jaehee asks, grabbing your hand. You smile, nod and quietly follow her to the storage room in the back of the coffee shop. The door falls shut behind you, closing with an unusually loud “Thud”, which  makes both of you gasp. You reach for the door handle, twisting and turning it, to no success. “Darn it. Something must have fallen in front of the door, locking us in.”

“Oh no! How will we get out? Wait, do you have your phone on you? Maybe you can call Yoosung, he shouldn’t be far yet!”

“Good idea!” You reach into the pocket of your trousers, grabbing your phone and dialing his number. He picks up right away and the two of you have a brief conversation. “He’ll come back for us, it might take him a while though, as he seems to be stuck in traffic!”, you exclaim.

Jaehee sits down on the ground and motions for you to do the same. “Oh, I’m glad he’s coming to get us. Besides, I don’t actually mind being stuck in here, as long as it’s with you.” Your eyes widen at what Jaehee just said. She continues: “I feel like I don’t tell you that enough, but you really mean so much to me Y/N. You helped me build this coffee shop up from the ground, you gave me courage to leave my old job and try something completely new. You inspire me every day.” Her voice was so soft. Her lips curling into a slight smile. It felt like your body was moving on it’s own as you reached over to lay your hand in hers. She did not resist, but in fact held yours tighter. It felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest. You were certain that Jaehee could hear it.

“You -” Your voice broke, but after taking a deep breath you continue. “You also mean a lot to me Jaehee. I’m so glad that we became closer. I think about you all the time, you make me so happy.” You take another deep breath before you continue. “Also, there is something I want to say to you. I am not quite sure how though.” Jaehee’s eyebrows quirk up as she turns her head to look at you. She’s clenching your hand just a bit harder, her cheeks rosy.

“Yes?” She asks, innocently.

You move closer to her, your bodies nearly touching. Your heart beating and heat radiating off of your body. You move your other hand up to touch her cheek. You lean in, slowly, slowly... and before you know it, Jaehee closes the gap. Her lips are soft and taste of chap-stick mixed with cake batter. It felt like your chest was about to burst open, electricity flowing through your body. A moment you wanted to last forever. The kiss is innocent, new, yet full of excitement.

*Knock knock knock*

“Are you guys in here?!”

A familiar voice brought you back to reality. You can’t help but laugh, looking at Jaehee. “Yeah we are, Yoosung!”

The door to the storage room opens.

“Thanks for getting us!” Jaehee sais. 

To that Yoosung answers “I feel like I interrupted something here, I’ve been calling your names out for a while!”

Jaehee and you look at each other, blushing. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” You look at your girlfriend(?) before sending her a cheeky wink. “Besides, we can always continue where we left of.”

“Does anyone else smell something burning, or is that just me?”

“OH DAMN, THE CAKE!”

#jaehee kang #mystic messenger #jaehee x reader #jaehee x mc #mysme jaehee #writing by me #my writing #drabble #oneshot

[sapphirefox1510]

I titled this chapter "A Wizard and their Glowing Plants" and it just brings me some joy. I also figured out the next few parts of this story and it's not how I initially thought it would go, but it works, so I'm happy.

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Ok, yes, it was probably wrong of me to use Osirus as an excuse to take a break from work to hang out with my friend. In my defense, I was ahead on my work, and proofreading is boring so. I lead him to Inanna’s tent, where she spends entirely too much time taking care of her cotton plants and experimenting on them. 

“Hiiiii,” I say, entering the tent.

“Hildey! Come here, come here.” Inanna waves me over to a corner of the tent where she’s kneeling by one of the many cotton plants cluttering the room.

“What did you alter this time, ya nerd?” she sticks her tongue out at me.

“I’ve been testing what colors I can make the cotton grow in so we can skip some of the dying processes that dim the color. It didn’t come out as dark as I hoped, but look at this pink.”

“That is a pretty shade; maybe it can be used for decoration rather than symbols.”

“That’s a good idea.” She hops up to scribble that down in one of the notebooks scattered on the table in the middle of the room. “Who are you?”

Whoops forgot he was here. “Inanna, this is Osirus. I’m supposed to be keeping an eye on him for a few hours. Osirus Inanna”

“Hi,” Osirus very dully greets.

“Nice to meet you. You’re not wearing any identifiers. You must be from above ground,” Inanna analyzes him.

“Yeah. You guys are really into those symbols, aren’t you?”

“It’s an easy way to keep track of people; it works much better than what you guys have up there.” She finally gets around to scribbling down the note she wanted to.

“We don’t have anything designed to designate what job people have or who they’re related to.”

“Exactly.”

Osirus turns to me, “Is everyone down here rude?”

“no, you’ve just only managed to run into the snarky people. Which is kind of your fault for following me down here,” I answer with a smug look. He gives me an unamused look at that. 

I feel something tug on my leg and look down to see the little dragon I brought to Ossian. He sinks his claws into my pants and climbs up me again, returning to his place under my collar. “oh, the little menace is back.”

“is that a small dragon?” Inanna asks.

“yeah, they ran to me after seeing Osirus and hid under my jacket collar. I took them to Ozzy, but it looks like they ran away to find me for some reason.”

“Maybe they’ve bonded with you,” Osirus suggests.

“Dragons don’t just bond with people, and the last time I saw this one, they wouldn’t even let me touch them; they just hissed at me.” I wave off his statement.

“It’s possible they think you’re the only safe place here,” Inanna says. “Small dragons always seem to be looking for the safest hiding places.”

“maybe.”

I see the tent flap get pushed aside as another person enters the tent looking down at a piece of cloth. “hey Inanna, I-” he looks up. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t expect there to be other people here.”

“It’s fine, Zeki,” I say.

“do you need something,” Inanna asks.

“I tore my shirt on my run today. I went to get it mended, but they didn’t have the right thread, so they sent me here to get it,” Zeki answers. 

“what color?”

“just plain white.”

Inanna nods and pulls a chest out from under the table we’re standing around. “it’s gonna take a little while. You can wait here or come back later.” She pulls out a fluffy bundle of white cotton and a spool. As she heads over to the spindle to get it all set up, Zeki goes to sit on a blanket piled with pillows nestled in the corner of the room. It’s there for when Inanna’s been working too long and needs a nap or for people who want to hang around and chat or help card the cotton.

“Have you spoken to the record keepers yet,” I ask?

“no, not ye.t I wanted to drop off my shirt first. I didn’t expect to be sent on errands.” Zeki says while settling down. 

“I’ll grab some paper and a pen.” I leave the tent to grab the necessary materials.

When I return, Osirus is sitting with Zeki, “making friends?”

“I’m just asking some questions,” Osirus replies.

“don’t go stealing my job.” I sit down with the duo. 

“what even is your job?”

“record keeper. I write down stories and events so we have an accurate history of everything that happens here.”

“sounds boring”

I shrug “doesn’t matter how you feel, now let me work,” I turn to Zeki, “Tell me what happened up there.”

Zeki tells the story of everything that happened from when he left camp to when he got back, including a list of all the goods they collected. As we’re talking, the little dragon migrates to my lap, and Osirus reaches out to let them sniff his hand. The little creature surprisingly lets him pet them.

“so you just go above ground to collect goods you can’t make down here,” Osirus asks.

“and to collect the local news once every week, although it might happen more or less around holidays,” Zeki answers.

“hey, Zeki, catch,” Inanna tosses a spool of freshly made white thread to him, which startles the dragon into skittering to Osirus.

“Thanks,” Zeki smiles at Inanna. “See you around,” Inanna waves as he leaves the tent. 

I turn to Osirus. “We should leave Inanna to her work and see how Chieftess Aurelia is doing.”

Osirus nods. “Right, let’s go,” He carefully picks up the dragon.

#writeblr #my writing #ocs #dragons #first draft #third chapter #writing #I still don't know how to tag but we're rolling with it

[choco-strawberry-vanilla]

So, life Update: June 2023

I'll soon be 25 and still haven't managed to finish uni due to extenuating financial reasons my family put me into before I was 18 haha.

Grandma died in early 2021 and yea, took me abt a year to be able to laugh out loud again and I still struggle with smiling on pictures n stuff. Planning on getting a Monarch Butterfly tattoo in her honour bc we were gonna get one together before she died and then she chickened out.

Was supposed to get a job permit (I'm a foreigner living in another country) over a year ago and GUES THE FUCK WHAT??? the legal assistant I paid to a year ago told me just yesterday that his mentor (the one giving his legal power for everything, will explain if needed) PLAYED DEAD AND MADE A PUBLIC POST ABOUT HIS FUNERAL AND THE AUTHORITIES SAW THAT AND DELETED MY CASE FROM THE WORK MINISTRY. The bastard didn't tell me anything for the year he was supposedly processing everything and I had to chew him out over the phone until he told me everything.

*he now re-submitted everything, and I'm supposed to get it in abt 5 months*

ONTO GOOD NEWS

I have been in a relationship with C since Oct. 2018, been living together for more than a year now, and we're getting a house together (under their name bc I'm hillariously inellegible for ANY sort of loans or mortgages). We're expecting news from the real estate agency so we can sign the final docs and get our keys.

Along with that, we've been in a poly relationship with a wonderful guy from the UK, J, for almost 2 years. He's come to visit us once (for a whole month) and we spent Christmas and New Year's together at his place.

While at his place, I got a daith piercing (very pretty) and C got their ears pierced (looks very cute with them hehe). Sadly, I had to get my daith out bc I had to take and emergency CATscan and the piercing was too fresh to replace jewelery for a silicone one (and it was 3am when I got the scan, too lmao).

No worries abt the scan tho. Been having chronic, debilitating migraines since I was 19. Never paid them much attention bc no drs would take them seriously. CAT came out normal and neurologist put me on some new treatment to help prevent them (not working tho haha)

Good news is: if they put me under disability, I'll get 25% plane ticket discounts and meds, so I guess that's good reward from life, considering I really cannot even keep a job for more than 2 months bc of the migraines.

ANYWHO

Once C and I get all the pertaining docs for the house, we can move in right away and abt a month after that, I'll go stay with J for 6 months (stayed 3 last time).

My cats (Alcaparra and Oliva) are now 3 and 4 years old, respectively. They are super pampered, and I plan on taking them with me once we move to the UK with J EVENTUALLY.

I'm very excited abt having our own place, where I can use a drill at 3am or whenever I want nyehehehehe.

Since I'm not working (for legal and medical reasons), I mostly do lil housewife chores like cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, feeding the cats, doing dishes, meal-prepping, and running errands.

Things are still far from perfect, and I'm struggling a lot with my self-value without a job. I'm very lucky to have kind and understanding partners who are willing to take care of me and let me take care of them in return. Talking with friends also helps a lot, even if I have lacked the social energy to be able to consistently hang out with them for more than 3 years.

That's it for the almost-quarter-of-century life update!

[crohnsawarenessproject]

‘One Ring’ August 16th, 2022 #onering © Outhouse Cartoons/C.A.P 2022

Last week the day we’ve been waiting for all year finally came to be. My surgery wasn’t supposed to be until September/October but two weeks ago, I was woken by a call from my surgeon telling me that I’d been scheduled right away. At first, I was rather freaked out. We had all these plans to throw my pre-ileostomy body a going away party but the disappointment of fallen plans quickly changed into the hopes for a better life. We immediately hit the ground running. Within a day we were out to see my new Ostomy nurse while getting pre-op bloodwork done. The nurse ran us through a bunch of the basics of life with a bag, giving us a general idea of what was to come. He even sent us home with some sample bags.

I wanted to really get a feel for what I was in for, so I decided to wear one of the bags for 48hrs. Through the day and through the night, I even went and ran errands with it. It was a good primer but not quite the same. It was an empty bag that could only partially simulate what my ileostomy would be like but it was enough to stop some worries. My wife and I also made sure to do a lot of research, choosing not to let others tell us ALL the ins and outs. This made it easier to come up with questions to ask at my first post-op appointment. For the rest of the week my wife would treat me to every craving I could think of! You name it, pizza (artisan), carnitas, steak, ice cream; if I wanted it, she got it for me.

When Tuesday came, I was as prepared as I was ever going to be going through the second major surgery of my life. As these things tend to be, my surgery was bumped by about an hour and a half. Someone in need of an emergency surgery jumped ahead of me but that was okay. I just had to stay out of my head, at that point, alone in the pre-op waiting room. At least they let you keep your phone with you so I was in constant contact with my wife up until the last moment. Once in the OR room the surgeons joked that it was a crowded affair. I was getting a lot of work done with two surgeons working on me simultaneously. I had some laughs with the lovely staff before they put me under and before long I was awake with my new buddy, Shawn. My stoma.

Those who follow me may remember that I call my guts, Gus, after a character in one of my favourite shows called Psych. So I thought it only fitting to name my stoma, Shawn, his partner in crime from the show. Now Shawn & Gus are back together, friends for life.

The first night was decently rough but honestly, I think it wasn’t anything like my first resection. I was off of the button morphine within 24hrs and stopped hydromorphone within 56hrs. I was out of the hospital and back home on day 4. I was up on my feet walking around the house the next day. Another day later I made it out of the house for a quick spell. My energy levels have been growing and it’s been getting much easier to walk & stand up straight. A lot of people were rather surprised with this and, to be honest, I was one of them. But it all came down to the fact that this time around I was the lucky guy who ended up with one of the leading surgeons in the province for non-invasive surgical techniques. They actually pulled all of my colon out through my rectum, having only two laparoscopic points of entry on my stomach. One atop my stoma, the other inside my belly button. It’s really the barbie butt that is causing me to slow down and make sure to not over do it.

My speedier recovery can also be attributed to my amazing wife. Helping to make sure I have what I need but also making sure that I don’t push myself too hard as I tend to do. I’m not a fan of being looked after, so it takes a lot of strength and willpower to not just do everything myself. It’s because of this that I know I will get through this stage without many issues. We are a team and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Have you had IBD/Ostomy surgery? How did it go for you? What were your experiences? Tell us in the comments below.

#crohn's and colitis #crohn's disease #colitis #ulcerative colitis #ostomy #ostomyawareness #ostomate #ileostomy #surgery #one ring #lort of the rings #golem #crohn's awareness project #IBD #inflamatory bowel disease

[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Playdate

As promised, Sigrid gets the girls (and Juno!) ready for a day of fun in the sun! She meets Coty and Milo at the rec center, the kids immediately head to the play area while the two parents get a moment to greet each other.

Sigrid: Always good to see you, Coty!

Coty: Same here! How's married life treatin' ya?

Sigrid: Well it's only been about 24 hours, but so far so good! Of course, our wedding night consisted of bedtime stories and late-night potty trips, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Coty: I can only imagine. Milo was a cranky mess after a full day of partying. He had fun though. We both did.

Sigrid: We're so glad you were able to make it last minute. Having more parent friends is always nice!

Coty: Yeah. Well, I'm glad Milo has some friends to grow up with. I'm surprised you came alone with all three kids, though. Just getting Milo to put his shoes on the right feet is a struggle.

Sigrid: Well Robin and Sabrina helped with that part. Sabrina had to go into the restaurant today, and Robin needed to run a few errands. He'll come a little later though.

Coty: Ah, so I'll get to see the Grinning Groom after all. Awesome.

Coty: They really are a good bunch.

Sigrid: That they are.

Coty: It's just a shame we live so far away... Milo being an only child and all, I worry about him. He doesn't have cousins or siblings to play with. I'm especially worried when he ages into a kid. Will he feel lonely?

Sigrid: Being a single parent must be hard. I'm lucky I have the help I do, but I also had to grow up fast. I lost both of my parents young. Then it was just me and my sisters and brother.

Coty: That must have been very hard. How did you and your siblings manage?

Sigrid: Honestly, I don't know. I think my mind blanked out a lot of that stuff. I wasn't the oldest, so I was able to do that a little more easily. But we definitely went through our hardships. We lost Virginia, and Yolanda took over caring for three of her four kids, and my brother Harley went off on his own the moment he could... we don't hear from him much. It's complicated. There's love there. Just looks a little different. But I wanted different for my kids. That's why I make so much effort for them to spend time together with all their cousins, and Milo too.

Coty: I admire that. You're a strong woman, Sigrid. I just want to be strong for Milo.

Sigrid: You already are. I see it. Milo sees it too. He'll appreciate it when he's older.

Coty: Thanks. Guess I needed to hear that.

Sigrid: Parenting is hard, no matter how many kids and how many hands are on deck! Give yourself some grace.

Coty: You're right, you're right. Just... it is hard. All alone.

Sigrid: ...Well, could you ever get in touch with Milo's mom? Is there any hope of that?

Coty: No. None.

Sigrid: And your parents?

Coty: Dad's already passed. My mom is definitely supportive, but she can only do so much from where she is. I moved to Sulani to try and understand myself more and give Milo a change of environment. Just thought the islands would be a good place for him to grow into himself. My mom always said my dad would return to the waters, something about them being "healing".

Sigrid: Well no matter what, you've always got the Lay bunch to keep you company! And Juno, too. And the good thing about Rabbithole Elementary is that all are welcome!

Coty: That's true, I suppose.

Sigrid: You and Milo will never truly be alone. We'll look out for each other. I'll always help in any way I can, and I know Robin will second that, too. But for now, why don't we just start with school plans? I've got some pictures of the facilities, state-of-the-art!

Sigrid continues her chat with Coty while the kids play together. Little Audrey, being the absolute sweetheart she is, is so ecstatic to see her bestie Milo. These two are two little peas in a pod.

Alma and Juno have a great time as well! It's evident to both adults that the four little tykes will be friends for life, and they'll obviously have to meet up again. Luckily for everyone involved, the wedding season is quickly changing into birthday season, so everyone will be back together very soon.

Eventually, as Sigrid promised, another familiar face shows up at the rec center after his errands are complete. Robin, having had to run around all morning, is still energized and excited to see his girls, Juno, and Coty and Milo.

Robin: Ah, there you all are! Looks like everyone's having fun out here!

Sigrid: Hi, honey!

Robin: I don't think we've properly introduced ourselves. Hi, I'm Robin.

Coty: Coty, so great to finally meet you officially. Great to have you join the fun.

Robin: It definitely looks like a lot of fun is being had!

Sigrid: Audrey and Milo have been attached at the hip for most of the day.

Robin: Oh, is that so? Shouldn't be surprised with those two. Audrey never stops talking about him. Has she been sharing him with Alma and Juno?

Sigrid: Oh yes, they've all been chasing each other around all day.

Coty: Milo asks about his friends too. Won't shut up about them. Good to know the feelings are mutual.

Sigrid: Well Alma's more of a girl of few words, but she shows her care in her own way.

Robin: They're twins, but very different. They'll keep you on your toes. Anyway, thanks for keeping my wife company with all the kiddos while I was gone.

Robin turns to Sigrid, greeting her properly.

Robin: I hope the kids haven't been too much to juggle today.

Sigrid: Oh they're fine, having fun chasing each other and splashing around. We've had a very relaxed day overall.

With Sigrid and Robin getting lost in their own world for a moment, it seems Coty has quickly become the third wheel. He is less than amused but manages to fix his expression before either can notice it.

But at any rate, the playdate continues on without a hitch! The kids have a great time and the adults plan out when they'll see each other again, which will be very soon since the twins will be aging up in a matter of days! A new phase of life is set to begin!

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The Fontenot Legacy is back! After a much-needed break, your favorite group of sims is finally returning! Expect more updates coming soon!

#sims 4 fontenot legacy #sims 4 legacy challenge #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 #sims 4 modded #simblr #ts4 simblr #ts4

[grapenehifics]

Chapter 44

(Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40473339/chapters/109325631#workskin)

I love the 'making your (friend/parent/sibling) talk to you on the phone while you wait for someone else to arrive so you don't look like a dork with no friends' trope.

"You're six-two and can run a five-minute mile" is from Armie Hammer's line in The Social Network: "I'm 6'5", 220, and there's two of me!"

Is it realistic for Dathan to give Anakin a $20,000 check? No. Their lawyers would do some sort of escrow/money order type thing. I mean, what is Anakin supposed to do with that, just waltz up to the bank? That's a great way to get audited by the IRS. But I like this scene, so I kept it, illocigality be damned.

Satine spreading out all her papers and working on cases in the backseat of the car while they run errands is from The Lincoln Lawyer (book and movie both).

I had to very quickly learn about skateboard construction to write this; I know nothing; I fell the first time I tried riding one and ended up with a lump on my hip the size of a baseball, walked with a limp, and wasn't able to wear pants for a month, and haven't tried again since.

I'm going to spectacularly mangle the quote. But. The final scene of the last episode of the first season of True Detective, as I remember it but I only saw it once so it is very possible I'm mis-remembering, has Woody Harrelson helping Matthew McConnaughey leave the hospital, and once they're outside he asks him if there's anything he needs from back there (like, he probably means, your toothbrush, or things like that). And Matthew McConnaughey says, no, I have everything I need. (Meaning you, my best friend, my support, etc.) Everyone else seems to remember the bit after - which is good too! - about the light winning. But that moment - even fuzzily - has stuck with me ever since. That's what I was going for when Obi-Wan asked Ahsoka if she had everything she needed. Even if she didn't - it's only stuff. You can always get a new toothbrush. In the ways that matter, yes, she has everything she needs.

Nicki's mom being named Debbie is a joke borrowed from my mother, who is convinced half the women in America of her generation are all named Debbie.

Anakin thinks the concept of 'bad' words in general is stupid, but does have the presence of mind to realize it's important to other people, and not saying 'fuck' in front of her friends' parents will probably make Ahsoka a more socially acceptable houseguest.

OMG, guys, you're literally mooning over each other on some random woman's porch. Time and place, friends!

The pre-pandemic explosion in popularity of pub trivia made me really, really happy. I hope that comes back someday, in some form.

I spent way - way! - too much time researching what judges actually say in adoption court. And then I remembered the judge isn't actually the important character, in this scene, and I could cut all that out and stop worrying about technical accuracy and just write about our main characters hugging it out. So I did that instead.

Here's the story behind "Thank you for my life." So there was this book about Army doctors, called M*A*S*H. Robert Altman made a movie, also called M*A*S*H. Donald Sutherland played the main character, Dr. Hawkeye Pierce. It was popular enough that CBS was going to make a TV series of it. They offered the role of Hawkeye to Donald Sutherland, again, but he wasn't interested in TV and turned it down. So they cast Alan Alda instead. And playing Hawkeye on TV came to define Alan Alda's career. 99% of people who know who Alan Alda is, know because of M*A*S*H. M*A*S*H was on TV for something like fifteen years. Alan Alda was in every episode, cast his family in some episodes, directed and wrote some episodes...it was this huge cultural phenomenon. And he never would have had all that if Donald Sutherland had taken the job instead.

So, at some point in there, there's some awards show, or charity gala, or something like that, I don't remember what, and Alan Alda and Donald Sutherland happen to both be in attendance. And somebody says, hey, let's get a picture with the two Hawkeye Pierces. Now, Donald Sutherland and Alan Alda had never actually met before. They played the same role, but at different times and in different things, and they'd never overlapped. But suddenly they're standing next to each other. And Donald Sutherland said Alan Alda shook his hand and said, "Thank you for my life."

[livingwithlosingyou]

Living with Losing You - 10/29/2022

I stayed up until 5:30am the next day (technically 10/30/2022)

Let’s dive into this, shall we?

I slept like actual dog shit last night. I think it’s because I ran out of my Hydroxyzine, and so my anxiety and hives have been acting up. The struggle is so real. I took Sadie to my parents to go play with the dogs first thing in the morning, and then jammed with my dad. It was nice to go over there and hang out! 

After that I rushed home to put in my laundry and then needed to run a few errands. I called / texted Marissa and then grabbed us both brunch to eat at my apartment from PS obviously. We ate, then I decided that I needed to take a nap because I was barely making it. It was probably about 3 hours of sleep last night total. I also much have slept wrong because it hurt my back. Bridges hit differently today. 

After I took a nap, I was super groggy. I just was not feeling 100%. I powered through it and got ready for the XC meet then headed out. The issue with this meet is that it was supposed to go super late, but I really was not feeling well. I also had two other obligations right after the meet. I will get into those later. 

The meet went well! It was essentially a track meet during the XC season. We had boys and girls racing (in their correct heats, IYKYK). We saw a lot fo great performances and PR’s. Go team!!! It was also fun to run into other coaches and athletes that I used to compete against. It was like a little reunion. I realyl started to not feel great though, so I left at around 6:30pm. 

I had promised Natalia that I would come to her and her uncle’s halloween / birthday celebration. I ended up just going as a coach since I didn’t have a ton of time to change before I headed over there. Plus, I was putting her present together, so. It had little notes in it explaining the gifts. When I got there, a lot of her family immediately came up and gave me a huge hug. I had not seen some of them in years. It really was nice to see them all though. Melissa and some other old coworkers were there as well. Overall, a great time. I ended up staying for about an hour and a half, and decided that I did want to “rally”.

That guy friend that I mentioned in my previous blog invited me to his friend’s halloween party. I dressed as “Milk gone bad” and Erika was Kim Possible. I invited Erika to come with me because I thought it would be nice to have someone else there that I know, and I didn’t want to go up there alone since it was going to be semi-late. I ended up picking her up on the way, and we didn’t even arrive until about 10:45pm. This party was mostly fun, very eye opening for me. It reinforced a lot of my core beliefs and boundaries that I have for myself. Also, I saw again what alcohol does to people. I just really do not find it appealing. It’s not my thing. Erika and I made the most of it. Life is full of lessons in 2022, love that for me. I do have a lot of blessings too though. I feel lucky in so many ways, and also full of worth. 

We ended up leaving and going to another house (another of the guy’s friends). We played a high stakes game of pool, so whichever team lost, they would have to jump into the pool. I chose to be on Erika’s team, and we ended up destroying them. I am not sure what came over me, but I was able to sink like 5 shots. Ironically, it was all while that guy left the room to go to the bathroom. Needless to say, he thought that they were making it up. I ended up sinking the 8 ball in to secure the win, and into the pool they went. It was freezing outside, but the pool itself wasn’t too terrible. I ended up jumping in after, cause why not. Shortly after, Erika and I went home. I say it like the night ended early, but I did not get home until 5am. I am EXHAUSTED. I need to try and sleep as long as I can. I will probably only sleep a couple of hours again knowing me. 

Good Night / Morning, James. I know you were with me tonight because I think you helped me sink all those shots during pool (lol). I harken back to celebrating halloween with you, and it is hard to think about. Even tonight that guy was looking through my instagram and saw the posts I made of us, and you could tell he was even so impressed by you. You were just so impressive. I wish you saw that. I wish you saw that, and realized how special you were. You still are so special. Whoever I end up with is going to have to respect that special place you hold in my heart, and he will. 

For this morning if you could let me borrow your sleeping powers (James could sleep for hours on end, and anywhere), that would be greatly appreciated. 

Love you lots. 

Rest in Peace, James Burton Nichols

10/1/1993 - 7/16/2022

[trixcuomo]

Desperate Alts Lives, Season 4 Shennanigans part 2

Trixany: Ugh! How did the evil lord of the Blood Elves trick you into all those dates, anyway? You're the sweet himbo type, I guess. But you're not supposed to be this gullible!

Sharpen: I was feigning death nearby Kael'thas while he wiped our raid.

Trixany: Right, right. Season four fated raid, I remember. But you two had time to chat?

Sharpen: Old hunter's trick.

Trixany: Picking up hot raid bosses while you're pretending that they murdered you is an old hunter's trick. Okaaay.

Sharpen: Do you wanna hear how he and I met or not? So Kael was confused about things being crossfaction in the raid, throwing off his game. I mentioned that things had changed quite a bit in the world actually, and I even had a baby Tauren daughter.

Trixany: You have a baby Tauren??!

Sharpen: Yes, a Highmountain orphan I saved from harpies. Trixany, you were there when I decided. Hrmph, some friend.

Trixany: I was? I just remember missing a nail appointment in Dalaran earlier this year for some extremely stressful, stupid errand you wanted me to run over in Highmountain... Ah, yes.

Sharpen: Anyway!

Trixany: Yes, anyway. Please continue.

Sharpen: Kael'thas was intrigued. He thought it was cute that I adopted a little one. He asked her name, I said her name was Sunny because I found her in a sunbeam... He loved that, of course.

Trixany: Sunny? Sunstrider? *facepalms* Sharpen please get out now, as if we didn't already have enough hard evidence that you're dating a megalomaniac!

Sharpen: No, it's not that bad. Kael'thas is a changed man. When he isn't busy raiding, he's atoning for his sins in Sinfall.

Trixany: Kael'thas, in his crazed mind, thinks this is all about himself. Somehow, there's a vain secret scheme going on, I know how Kael'thas thinks. As a Sunfury, I used to serve under him.

Sharpen: Hey, you used the words 'serve' and 'under him'. Not me.

Trixany: Argggh!! Fine! You mess around, you find out for yourself this time Sharpen. I'm not helping you with this! But please, don't ever let Kael'thas meet Sunny. There's something wrong in Kael's head with that whole Sun King thing.

Sharpen: Of course not. I'm a responsible father. *gets dreamy-eyed* But you know, I do like that Kael'thas seems so warm and engaged in my interests, too. Even if it might be just a fling. He can be so loving.

Trixany: So hateful. And lustful. Vain. Idiotic.

Sharpen: And he's creative. He finds it so amusing that sometimes he's in Castle Nathria and at other times he's being the redeemed version of himself in Sinfall. It's sort of awkward yet funny being in both places, so he wrote a cool song about it.

Trixany: No, I'm the one who wrote a cool song about it.

Sharpen: No it goes, 'Stop raiding, stop raiding, I don't wanna raid-boss anymore. I'm im Sinfall atoning my sins on the sin floor!'

Trixany: Right. That's MY song!! I'm parody princess Trixany. I wrote that!

Sharpen: Then why is his face on the album cover in all the music stores in Tazavesh? And they were playing the song like everywhere we went, it's so popular. They love him, he's a celebrity over there. I'm fairly sure he's getting royalties, too. How else can Kael'thas afford to take me on all these dates, right?

Trixany: Well, would you look at that? *checks her pocket watch* Time to go kill Kael'thas again.

Sharpen: ...Sorry, I'm having trouble keeping up. Killing him in Sinfall or in Castle Nathria? And is this another fated raid? Because last week, I believe it was Sepulcher of the First Ones. Oh! And remember, you can't get the slime kitty mount in the Lfr version, only on normal. Actually, there is also one last set piece I would love to get in there if we do go--

Trixany: *looks sullen* Don't worry about it. You're not coming.

Sharpen: Aww!

#it's because of his ilvl #desperate-alts-lives