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ajortga · 6 days

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can you keep a secret?

pairing: wednesday addams x fem reader

summary: you miss your girlfriend who's recently transferred to nevermore academy. your persistent whining is able to transfer you to nevermore and cling onto her the whole time there.

word count: 5k+

based off request!

W and R are in a relationship, W transfers to Nevermore. W and R may not have anything in common, but they do on some things, like R being an outcast as well (a werewolf ), R insists their parents that they transfer to Nevermore too. After they successfully did, R immediately finds W, the outcast's curious to what'll happen to R (obvi doesn't know they knew each other).. Basically every student in Nevermore sees them together everyday. One, asks W who R is to W, she answers truthfully, "They're My Lover." everything and everyone just goes crazy

“Cara mia, we live next to each other,” Wednesday says softly, brushing your hair back as you braid her black silky hair.

You hum, a little sad, finishing to braid her two tiny braids that hung low to her chest.

“But I won’t see you in school, baby." A huff escapes your lips as your girlfriend sighs, giving up on trying to coax your madness.

“Or at all,” you add, “you’ll have a damn dorm with some girl that you’ve never seen before. It’s not fair.”

The raven-haired girl rolls her eyes, “I’ll cut off my heart with the sharpest knife I know if I ever started to love someone more than you,” Wednesday suggests, trying to make you feel better.

She cups your cheeks as you refuse to speak and rubs her thumb gently around the pink tint covering them. A way to always make you feel better. Yet she knows better because you certainly don’t look better.

“We’re both outcasts Weds. My stupid parents just won’t allow me to transfer because they think Nevermore is weird. Yet they went to school there. That's not fair."

“They’re just trying to protect you. I'd feel that way too for our daughter if Nevermore had hurt me. If someone ever hurt you, they’re death will be a long one. Sufferable and miserable. So bad that they’ll beg for forgiveness before they bleed out.”

Usually Wednesday would expect you to smile and giggle, but you’re not. Why does your girlfriend have to leave you?

“Can’t you stay?” You ask, voice tiny.

“As much as I sneak out, Mother has already informed everyone including your parents not to let me stay the night. They are used to my.. Tactics per say.”

Your sharp nails from your growth as a soon to be wolfed out werewolf emerges, clawing the wood you attached to your wall when this kind of stuff happens.

"I can sneak you in and I'll even build you a door in my closet," you suggest.

"No, Y/N."

"What if we install a life-like robot and I'll sneak out with you?"

"No."

You huff angrily, slashing the wood.

Wednesday firmly takes your hand, and your hand almost scratches her, yet it stops as you don’t want to hurt her, “Stop that.”

“No,” you state, tugging your hand away and sinking them into the wood, so hard that a big ass dent forms.

Your girlfriend sighs, rolling her eyes as she sweeps her bangs away from her eyes, “I don’t know what you want me to do bambina. Maybe I could.. Sneak you away from this horrid place. But at what cost? Nevermore seems strange. Not strange in a way I’d want to discover in mysteries though.”

She sees the way you sigh, disappointed. Upset.

“You’ll be there for a whole school year, it’s far.”

“I’ll bring my typewriter. Distance won’t change that, swear on my cemetery. I’ll write you letters at night, secretly take the principal's mailbox and send them to you. Or I’ll threaten Thing in my backpack and crawl till he can give it to you.” Wednesday isn’t kidding, her stare is cold, well usually it was cold, but not towards you. “He can suffer in thorns, I’ll stitch him up, just as long as.. You’ll write back?”

You nod, yet you don’t care about the letters, you care about her.

“You’ll send them?”

“Yes.”

“Every night?”

“Yes.”

“What if you begin to stop when you feel like it’s not working anymore?”

“I won’t Y/N.”

“You can’t know that.”

“Oh, but I do.”

"No you don't, you don't know the future."

"But I do know that I won't stop sending my letters. I can feel it."

You stop scratching the wood and you bury yourself on Wednesday, breathing in her scent as you try to comfort yourself. Yet even when the lights are off, your heart is pounding, feeling alone.

A tear falls from your cheek as you watch Lurch stuff his trunk, Wednesday talking to her mother and father, while hesitantly hugging Pugsley.

“You’ll have so much fun.” Morticia says, with a smile, kissing her cheek and staining it slightly with her black lipstick.

“Define fun as boring and a punishment, sure,” Wednesday stiffly responds, yet softens as she looks at you. She takes her mother’s hand off her shoulder and approaches you.

“If you cry, it'll be raining all day. And you don't want it to be all gloomy for you? I don't want my socks wet. A poem, along with two pages written in a small font. One to express my day, and one to express that stupid love so you can sleep peacefully at night with nightmares.” Wednesday says, stopping for a moment, “sweet nightmares,” she adds.

You nod, yet your tear stained cheeks aren’t really helping, she reaches up and wipes it off with her thumb. Then let you hug her, you immediately bury yourself into her and she sighs.

“I’ll be thinking of you, till every grain of sand can be counted.”

You watch her approach the car, then slip in. She has the window scroll down, and you look at her. As the car engine roars, you bite your lip. And slowly watch it wheel away. Slowly jogging till it’s out of sight.

It’s been two weeks. And sure enough, Wednesday has kept her promise. She’s sent you letters you’ve kept in your drawer, they’re never repetitive, but always show you love. You like it like that, knowing that it isn’t a chore for her to write letters for you. If anything, they’ve lengthened in size as she's sent more and more.

It makes you miss her a little more. You have to hug your life-sized stuffed animal at night that she sprayed her perfume on. She also left half a bottle on your counter, just in case it runs out. Though it takes longer to sleep, it makes you feel a little better knowing there was something that was like a piece of her beside you.

Thing has visited you, and you know that little guy has a huge memory. You lost the letter you were going to hand Thing, and though you were a little sad, he moved his fingers and you realized you could speak to him for hours and he would tell Wednesday every detail. She had even wrote to you,

I owe Thing a thank you, yet he can be provoking at times. He had communicated to me for an hour, thirty minutes, and thirty two seconds about your day. I always wonder what secrets lay in the Addams Family. Yet I’m not quite comprehending why Thing has a big memory space.

Nonetheless, I think about you everyday. My roommate, Enid, has been unpleasant with her interesting taste of fashion and colors. It’s distracting. In a negative way. You’re distracting in a way where I can’t take my eyes off your enticing figure Y/N. Weems had bothered me the whole day, smothered me with questions and made sure I was doing fine. No wonder why mother got along with her so much. Those two are like the same person just one with smothered ink. But, something that sparked my particular interest was that you can dorm with two other people. Thing had told me that there was an accident at your school. If you’d like, which I’d appreciate, could ask your mother about transferring, say it’s dangerous. You aren’t a late wolfer, but convince her possibly that Nevermore can increase your chances. Wish you were here, I hate Mr. Tuesday. That white bunny is always staring at me during my typing time. But I can tolerate him a bit more, knowing you gifted it to me. You love Mr. Tuesday, so I appreciate your gesture. It’s not often I get visions, but they’ve almost made me want to experience them more. I see you in them, baking. Writing to me. It makes me almost happy.

Enid keeps trying to get to know me, she’s a strange soul, but she’s a werewolf, like you. You two are nothing alike, yet I think you two would get along a bit too much. Except you don’t blast random glitter pop music during the night. During my WRITING TIME. Even thinking about it rots my brain. But I miss you cariño. Sleep tight, I’ve left at least 300 things to hide in your house and you’ll never expect where they are. But everyone is special, it’ll make you at least smile a little when I tell you each night. Today’s item is snuck inside your bed, I used Mother’s chainsaw to cut through the wood, it’s a tiny version of Mr. Tuesday. I asked Thing the other day to sneak it in that spot and he sanded the wood back in. It should be a sort of door. But I crocheted it during my free time, there are times where I can’t think during my writing time. That is an understatement, but I only think of you. But I’m hoping you can enjoy it for today.

Love you, sleep cozily,

Weds

You smile as you look under your bed, now noticing the small outline from Wednesday’s chainsaw and you open the little compartment to see another crocheted white bunny of Mr. Tuesday. You nuzzle it and place it on your desk. You love him. You even spent a few minutes grabbing white yarn and attaching it to your tote bag.

You think about what Wednesday said, someone had gotten hurt in your school from being stabbed by a senior that was drunk. Obviously he didn’t mean it. But you had seen how anxious your mom got when she found out the news.

It was 11:23PM, and your mom’s room light was illuminated from the hallway. You get out of bed, ruffle your hair, and approach her room. Your only thought is Wednesday.

Before you could even ask, you already noticed her holding a black card, the logo of Nevermore Academy apparent. It said in bolded letters, 1965 Jericho’s long lasting Nevermore Academy. One for outcasts.

“Mom?” You said, your voice slowly quiet, and she looked up at you, waving you over.

“Hi honey,” she replies, “I’ve been thinking about the accident at your school. And I know you don’t like that place that much. And as much as I feel like I should keep you there. Your safety is important to me.”

Your excitement grows, you want to have that wide smile off your face.

“So?...” You question, wondering if she was saying what you were thinking she meant.

“And you keep bringing Wednesday up. So me and Morticia talked, and I talked with your father. We’re going to send you to Nevermore, but only if you want to. As long as you write to us every end of the week and call us. We want our little wolf to meet ones like her. It’s not often you find ones like us here.”

You nod.

“Yes!”

You didn't even think it would be that easy.

As soon as you get the news you squeal and call Wednesday early in the morning. She responds almost quickly, her voice on the other line, “What brings you to call me this early Y/N?”

“I’m transferring to Nevermore!” You say, you were much more excited but your tired voice betrayed you.

There’s a pause, then a small, “What?”

“I’m coming!”

A laugh and you can almost feel your girlfriend smiling with a toothy grin with her ear pressed to the phone.

“I knew your parents would let you go somehow,” she says, voice more excited, yet anyone else would not notice but you.

You can hear some rustling, “I’m going to ask Weems if you can dorm with me. I can kick Enid out for all I care, yet she isn’t horrible. Just, I’d rather spend it with you if she doesn’t allow a three dorm. Maybe I shouldn’t bring up a three dorm at all.”

“Thing, go back home and ask Father if Lurch can drive Y/N to Nevermore. Actually, include that if he won’t ask, I’ll shave his head off. Also make sure that he sprays two times of her favorite perfume, have her favorite sour candy ready, her headphones, her books, and tell him to pack some melon milk for her too. And her cow stuffie. Make sure he’s playing the playlist she made that’s saved in the car.”

There is a pause, and she makes a small, ‘oh oh’

“Baby,” Wednesday doesn’t call you that much, but when she does you’re over the moon. It usually shows that she’s happy. Really happy, yet her voice is still soft and composed, “I installed a door behind your clothes in your closet, guess we’ll unwrap the 300 presents when we go home. But I got another Mr. Tuesday there, he has some sort of costume on.”

She pauses, you hear a random girl jumping up and down in the background, squealing about something as your girlfriend groans and presses her ear back into her phone, sending Enid an annoyed glare, “Pack your stuff, I’ll be waiting. I might as well cut my ears off if Enid won’t stop blabbing her mouth off.” You can tell that Wednesday turns her head to face her new roommate, she says louder, since Enid couldn’t hear her talking to you, “Better yet, slice her mouth off.” Then Enid’s squeals die down.

You grin through the phone as you grab out another version of Mr. Tuesday with a mushroom hat, you hug him tight.

The doorbell rings and you hear your mom open it, putting Wednesday on speaker phone.

“I’m almost done packing.”

“Y/N, honey. Mrs. Addams requests to see you,” your mother’s voice echoes through the hallway and you glance at the door.

You don’t know how Wednesday can hear it but she does, “I’m taking into conclusion that she received my message. Oh yes, she replied with those stupid icons. Yet it is one of a thorny rose and a gravestone.”

“Coming!” You stuff your bags, “Be right back.”

You almost choke as Morticia brings you into her embrace, hugging her back with an easing gentleness.

“Hello little one,” her soft voice says, the one you find comfort in as much as you do Wednesday’s. She gently rubs your hair, “I informed Lurch for your arrival, he’s outside whenever you’ll be ready dear. I’m so glad you decided to willingly join Nevermore. It has been a place that holds many memories. It’s where I met Gomez and fell in love. Maybe Wednesday and you can find the secrets in it. Go on journeys with her. Dig some graves, set them on fire."

It weird you out, but you smile, nodding, “To spend it with Wednesday is all I need.”

“You’re a special soul, a pure heart I can handle. Now go,” she waves you away, “Don’t keep him waiting for long.”

You give her one last grin and look over your shoulder before turning the corner.

After hanging up on Wednesday when you finish packing all your bags, your mother and father hug you goodbye and give you your favorite cranberry juice. Sweet.

It’s cozy in the Addams car, comfortingly with no talk, just the music Wednesday requested (forced) Lurch to play that lingers in your playlist. You feel like a butler with all the requests Wednesday smothered him with.

An hour passes and you can see the way the clouds slightly come into view, then you see the environment change as a sign that reads, “Welcome to Jericho! A Town of History”

Then, you finally see the academy in view, and Lurch arrives right in front, before taking your bags and guiding you to Principal Weems.

“It is my honor to have you here at Nevermore. This school has history, and where you’ll certainly grow,” her smile is wide, a little too welcoming it gets a little scary.

You just give small mumbles and nods, “Well, Morticia called me this morning and I quickly looked through your demographics. It also isn’t a coincidence that you have straight A’s. A 4.3 GPA. Many extracurriculars, and of course, you’re a werewolf. I see.”

“It is no surprise also that you had gone to the same school as another student who just enrolled, Morticia’s daughter, Wednesday. She sure is.. Different. But nonetheless talented. She had asked me yesterday afternoon if it was possible to have a dorm of three, and I’m assuming that you have been planning to dorm with her for the rest of the semester?”

She reads your mind, you immediately nod your head up and down, “Yes.”

“Well, most of the 3 dorms have been occupied, but her and Enid seem to have a slow relationship. I’ll have her in my office today, but by the end of the night or tomorrow morning I’ll give you my answer.” Weems scribbles on a note, writes some address and a name, “You’ll be rooming with Yoko, sound okay?”

You nod.

“Alright, I’ll call Enid up, for your guide.”

“..Guide?”

She nods, “Of course, we have many classes you can do, and people you can meet. She knows this place well, and I know that she’ll open up your shell.”

As Wednesday watches Enid leave, a soft grin forms on her face as she unties Thing from the random crocheted pink jacket Enid made for him.

Her eyes scan Enid as the door closes, then she turns to him, “I’m expecting Y/N is here. I’ve crocheted a questionable amount of Mr. Tuesdays.” She informs, “I shouldn’t have admitted that,” Wednesday sighs, as she pulls out the drawer next to her to reveal at least 40 assorted sizes of the same bunny. There were some in outfits, wigs. Wednesday almost finds it as therapeutic as her writing time. She crochets them whenever Enid leaves their dorm.

Thing smacks his head, and the braided girl glares at him, “Don’t judge me, I can cut off your fingers any time,” she threatens, seeing the way Thing surrendered with two fingers up in the air.

Then he moves around his fingers and does random hand movements.

“You think I’d follow Enid and try to make conversation with Y/N so much that Enid will get suspicious? You’d really think I’d do that?”

Thing agrees.

“Then, you know me too well, let’s go.”

“Enid, glad you’re- Wednesday? It seems like you’ve tagged along,” Weems adds as she almost seems surprised, looking at her. If anything, the look in her eye is cautious.

“Yes,” Wednesday responds, trying to avoid the way your eyes almost smile as you look at her, but if anyone else were to look at you, they wouldn’t notice. “I’ve decided to accompany Enid, this is much more exciting than some other events at Nevermore,” she adds again, not entirely rude.

You sit in the middle while Wednesday takes the only left seat available, scooches her chair closer. Her hand rubs over yours after meeting under the covers of Weem’s desk. She takes note of how a small smile creeps on your face when Weem talks because of that.

“This is actually so awesome,” the blonde cheers next to you, making you turn your head and turn it, confused.

“We’re both werewolves silly! We should dorm 3 together! Wait, are there even any 3 dorms left?” When the principal shakes her head no, Enid sighs, “Then Wednesday can pair with Yoko. Actually, she barely even talks to Yoko, let alone handle her better than she’ll be able to handle me.”

You blink, glance at Wednesday for a moment and she shakes her head frantically.

“What if I dorm with her?”

The question leaves everyone silent, well everyone is surprised but Wednesday.

“You’d want to room with Wednesday while Enid rooms with Yoko?”

There's a lingering silence as you look around, “Why not? I'd like to get to know her better,” you lie. The most you want to do is get to talk to your girlfriend again.

"Oh. You don't want to, you know, get to know Wednesday before actually having to dorm with her?"

"Nope."

"Well, then that’s settled for your dorm. I’ll have to file Enid for a dorm change. But I’d like to ask if that is okay for both Wednesday and Enid.”

“Yes,” your girlfriend immediately responds, then coughs a little to cover up her excitement that’s masked behind her calm demeanor. “I can take a break from someone that is the complete opposite of me.

“I’d be happy to dorm with Yoko, at least I can have my music playing at night and my glitter-”

“My ears are bleeding Enid, don’t mention that word you just said.”

“Glitter?” Enid questions.

“No.”

You giggle from your girlfriend’s demeanor, squeezing her hand under the desk.

“This is Ophiela Hall! You don’t need to find your people here, you can make plenty of friends in other groups, but you have a group of werewolves! And what makes it even better is that we haven’t wolfed out!” Enid jumps up and down and you watch her legs bounce up and down, up and down. She’s like a whole party.

People give you two small looks, both you and Wednesday can tell they’re almost surprised she tagged along with someone whos new. It makes you smile a little.

Your girlfriend notices them whispering about you. Not anything bad, you seem like the sweetest person out of them all, but they’re whispering about the two of you. Even Bianca gives you a cautious look, but you’re too distracted to know what their saying as Enid keeps talking to you and dragging you along. Wednesday follows like a puppy.

“Enid, hey.” A boy speaks up, and you turn around at the new voice, he’s wearing blue and a beanie. The same tie everyone is wearing.

“Oh hi Ajax, this is Y/N. She’s new and I’m showing her around.”

A glare is thrown at Ajax as your girlfriend exhales. You give a small wave, “Hi.”

“You a werewolf too?”

You nod, seeing the way his hat kind of turns sideways, poking some peeking out snakes back into it. That’s scary.

The bell rings and you look around, confused, Enid grabs the paper you stuck in your bag.

“Oh, hey! Your next class is with Wednesday and I, it’s just plant anatomy with Thornhill. Come on.”

Somehow Wednesday gets Xaiver to move away from her, so now you’re sitting next to her.

“What the hell is this class?”

“Thornhill just talks about plants. The only entertaining aspect of this is that I like seeing Bianca fail to beat me. Though that goes in almost everything.”

The auburn hair girl turns around, with a wide smile and fairly big glasses for the size of her head.

“It’s a pleasure to have a new student, I’m glad to have you in our third period class Y/N.”

You embarrassingly smile, everyone looking at you, some with smiles and some with just small glances.

“Could you give us the formula on how to turn this plant into a…” Thornhill goes on and you look at the plant, it seems it’s a Ghost Orchid.

You answer almost immediately, and Wednesday nudges you with her foot to almost say a ‘yay.’

Bianca stares at you as Thronhill clasps her hands together, “Exactly, you know your plants well. I’m sure you’ll excel here. Today we’ll have a change of assignments. It’ll be a challenge for duos against other duos and whoever answers first, and correctly for that fact, will earn a point till all the questions run out. Sound easy enough? Alright, let me get my cards ready.”

A knowing smirk grows in between you two, “We’ll win in no time,” Wednesday states, you look at the duos. It’s you and her, Enid and Yoko, Bianca and Divina, and other people you have no clue about, including Xaiver.

The game starts and before Thornhill can even get to the end of the question, you and Wednesday slap the bell, giving out the answer.

“Quick hands,” Xavier mumbles.

“That’s correct! Great job girls.”

The game goes on, and you’re tied with Bianca’s team. The silence can be cut with a knife as the two duos anticipately wait for the question. As Thornhill begins to read out the question, it takes you two a while to know the answer. Bianca and Divina seem stuck.

It’s several moments before the learning in your past catches up to you, slamming the bell and saying out the answer.

“Correct once again! You two win, great job! You can grab a succulent or stick to two pieces of candy that’s probably expired at the end of class.”

You and Wednesday high-five and to say the least, everyone is surprised because the braided-hair girl never let’s anyone touch her.

Weeks have past, and you’ve never been happier. Giving ideas for Wednesday’s stories that even she never thought about, helping her crochet more Mr. Tuesdays, so much that she had thing steal a laundry basket from Weem’s office, and even braid her hair and put black ribbons. She’s grateful to have you at Nevermore, her stories have been expanding because of you.

Your always stuck to her side, fencing playfully with her, even willing to go out in the woods with her. But she hasn’t went out since your arrival, knowing that you wouldn’t want to leave her side, and she certainly doesn’t want you getting hurt.

Even you and her worked together designing a matching cat on your black and white pajamas.

It’s fun when you two get to talk about life when you two are in your dorms, even better when you two are on the balcony and watching the stars. Wednesday plays the cello while you sing. She loves that she has someone that she puts her closed-off personality aside for.

“I love it, you look so pretty with bows baby,” you say, tying the ribbon.

“You look pretty with bows or without cara mia.”

“Shut ‘p,” you say, smacking her arm lightly as she wraps her arms around you and rubs your hair.

It’s not long till Weems announce that it’s time for lunch.

Wednesday gets up, signalling you to come with her, but when you don’t, she comes back to sit next to you.

“I’m just looking for my necklace, you can go ahead, it won’t take long, promise.”

She sighs, and nods for a moment, then points at Thing, “Help her.”

Thing waves his hands as she blows a soft air kiss and closes the door.

It’s sprinkling a little bit when Wednesday is outside.

“How does Wednesday act so non-hazardous with Y/N? It’s honestly impressive.”

“That’s not impressive, how the hell does she not smack her or give her glares? Do you not see the way her eyes actually look normal when she looks at her? Not even normal, they’re gentle! Plus she was the first to go run and get a bandaid when Y/N accidentally got a paper cut.”

It’s like they summoned the girl, who’s holding a plate of her lunch.

Enid smiles and Wednesday sits down, looking at everyone.

“Are you seriously speaking about me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“We want to know why the hell you are actually sweet with Y/N.”

“You could’ve used any word besides sweet.”

“Baby-like?”

“Even worse.”

“Don’t dodge the question,” Bianca adds, somehow now being in this conversation, “You killed the biggest spider that was crawling to her, for her.”

“She doesn’t like spiders. Who wouldn’t use not being afraid of spiders to protect someone who is?”

Bianca blinks, then wrinkles her nose, “If it was me you’d certainly let it bite me.”

“Well that’s different.”

Everyone at the table groans, “Exactly!”

“What did I tell you?”

“The only person you’d not let it bite is Y/N, we just want to know why.”

“I’m protecting her because she’s my girlfriend.”

Everyone turns their head to her, “What?”

Enid slams her fists to the table, “I fucking knew it. I knew it! Ajax, you owe me five dollars. I CALLED IT.”

“The Wednesday Addams actually has a girlfriend?”

“Why didn’t we catch on?”

“They’re kinda cute together- don’t even speak or she’ll actually cut your head off if you say cute.”

Everyone is arguing with each other, going crazy. But by the time they cool down and look at where Wednesday was sitting, her seat is empty.

Then everyone looks around and sees her draping her black jacket over your tiny figure, she pulls you closer to her chest as you hold onto her. (Let’s say she’s atleast 4 inches taller than 5’1 in this.) You tug her big jacket over your shoulders as you hug her. She holds onto you and guides you to the table, kissing your forehead and brushing your damp hair.

Even when she comes back, she bends down and takes the butterfly that’s resting on your hair and places it on your hand. “I heard somewhere that if a butterfly lands on you, it means that they see you as a beautiful flower.”

“I never heard that before.”

“I know, I made that up.”

Everyone starts screaming again, making your girlfriend and your heads snap at them.

“Look at them!”

“Aw! So cute!”

“I want to say this is disgusting but they’ll be my roman empire soon enough.”

You turn back to her, seeing her eyes soften, almost happily, "You told them?”

“I didn’t know why they didn’t conclude to that in the beginning.”

Bianca groans, rolling her eyes as everyone is screaming, then Xavier chimes in. "Back to that spider scenario. I definitely think Wednesday would kill it for me."

You glare at him, clinging onto your girlfriend a little more like a koala. She rubs your back as you tighten your arms around her.

"Your sense of self-love is filled with stupidity. I'd kill the spiders that are harmless to you and leave the ones that are most venomous and ugly looking for people like you."

Xavier goes quiet, making a defeated grunt.

Everyone does their little, 'awws' again. You turn to her, now that everyone knows about your status.

“At least we can kiss in the hallways?”

“Maybe save that for the dorms.”

“Can we kiss right now?”

Wednesday’s eyebrows lift up, and she sighs, turning you away from the group and giving you a light kiss, as your lips press together, she nudges a small Mr. Tuesday now with inverted colors, a black bunny. They're both holding hearts and have a star over their head.

"Now Mr. Tuesday has a Mr. Wednesday," she says softly, tucking her black jacket tighter around you as you continue hugging her.

"And Miss. Y/L/N has a Miss. Addams."

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kdinjenzen · 3 months

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On the whole SE thing, I have a question because I agree with you fully about the AI crap, but I have been full hyperfixation excited for Rebirth, which is saying a lot because life has been soul sucking shit and mustering enthusiasm for anything has been an uphill battle. Where is the line for supporting a cause you firmly believe in, and self indulgence that contradicts that for the sake of personal pleasure? It feels like I either stick to the fight and let something positive to me go or ignore it for myself, which just feels selfish and wrong. This has been eating at me since that news dropped and I don't know if there is a right answer or if any of this even makes sense outside of my own mad rambling. Any input?

13,000+ people were laid off just within the video game industry last year. All the big corps who did those layoffs said “no, Ai won’t replace anyone” and then announced heavy dealings with Ai generated writing, art, animation, etc.

Over 13,000 people… and that’s just in video games.

That’s not counting other branches of the entertainment industry which have also said “no, Ai won’t replace anyone” and then also announced they’d be dipping into Ai generated writing, art, animation, etc after doing massive layoffs.

And if you’re thinking “Ai isn’t that far along” - Disney used Ai generated content for the intro to one of its Marvel Disney+ series last year, SE already has Ai artwork in their games and in their promotional materials, and Valve now allows generative Ai (artwork, animations, assets, voices, etc) developed games on their platform.

The only thing businesses, corporations, CEOs/Owners, etc understand is money. If you talk big talk on social media and can’t back that talk up by not buying a thing, they’ll just use the money you gave them to prove you wrong.

The generative Ai companies have already shown their whole ass by having massive lists leaked of artists, animators, voice actors, musicians, etc that they’ve stolen from. You can’t even pretend “well maybe it’s actually ethical and they asked permission” when there are lawsuits from artists of all kinds, bug and small, trying to take these generative Ai companies down for outright stealing their work to train their Ai program.

There’s a whole world of games, movies, books, etc out there to enjoy that don’t steal people’s works and cut people’s jobs to make “quick and easy content for cheap” - find something different to enjoy.

But, quite frankly, anytime I speak my piece about ethical treatment of workers I’m either ignored or harassed so it honestly feels like it doesn’t matter what I say despite dealing with shit like this from multiple sides of the industry and from people for 17 years.

So you do what you wanna do, you’re a whole person yourself and can make your own choices and draw your own line in the sand.

However, not only was I one of those affected TWICE by layoffs because of this, but countless of my friends and colleagues were also let go in favor of building cheaper things with Ai.

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ijustreallylovethem · 1 year

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Dating jack or quinn and treating Luke like ur little brother and being proud of him

luke had just gotten back to the hotel after dinner with his parents when jack was facetiming him. he kicked off his shoes and jumped on his bed before answering it, but instead of jacks face on the screen he saw yours.

“moosey! you’re going to frozen four! i’m so proud of you! i mean, i kinda wish you were moving out here already but i’m happier that you won!” you were practically screaming into the phone and luke couldn’t help but smile.

“thanks y/n.” jack appeared next to you and you tilted the screen so he was in the camera more.

“i’m also proud of you but y/n stole my phone and beat me to calling you,” he said before leaving the screen again.

“i saw the text from your mom that said hey just got back to the hotel so i figured luke was free,” you defended yourself to your boyfriend and luke couldn’t help but laugh, which brought your attention back to him. “anyway, i really want to come watch you in tampa-“

“but she has to stay here and watch me!” jack yelled from wherever he has gone to and you rolled your eyes.

“i don’t, i watch him all the time. i need to talk to your parents and see if i can tag along.”

“you know they’ll love to have you come with them,” luke told you and you nodded.

“i know. i also need to make sure i get all my homework done before i leave so i don’t get behind. i know i won’t do it while i’m there.”

“oh shit,” luke groaned, and you looked at him confused. “i totally have two assignments due at midnight,” he explained and you laughed.

“well i’ll let you get to them. call me if you need any help, okay?”

“thanks, see ya later.”

you weren’t able to go to tampa. unfortunately, you had a test to take. you texted luke to apologize, though you still felt bad. you tried to make up for it once he moved in with you and jack though. you made sure to buy his favorite foods when you went shopping, made sure to get him a coffee along with your and jacks when you stopped after class, and made sure to respect his boundaries and schedule.

however, even though you weren’t actually siblings, you definitely bickered like you were. you were trying to study one night when luke was blaring music, so you smacked your hand against the wall and yelled at him to turn it off. he got mad when you ate the last snack cake when he was planning on eating it after he got back from practice. and you definitely yelled at him for leaving the toilet seat up, you had just gotten jack trained on that. all in all though, you were a great lifeline to reach out to when luke didn’t want to go to his actual siblings about something.

“hey y/n, can i ask you something?”

“yeah, sure, what’s up?” you were sitting at the table working on your final presentation but you pushed your computer to the side when luke sat across from you.

“so when we went out the other night, i was talking to this girl and i kinda like her but it’s weird because she definitely recognized me and i don’t know if she’s genuinely interested or not.” when you told jack about your conversation later that night as you laid in bed and caught each other up on what had happened that day, he pouted at the fact that luke had come to you instead of him.

“i guess he just likes me more,” you teased.

“don’t even, i’ll make him come in here right now and tell us who he actually likes more.”

#nhl #umich hockey #blurb #jack hughes #luke hughes

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yandere-collections · 1 year

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Hello, I hope you're not tired of answering ask about yandere small town because I really want to know more. The concept is just too interesting ✨️✨️✨️

Not at all, send in as many asks as you like! I’m glad people like it so much. Let me know if there’s anything specific you want to know. I’ve had the diner rattling around in my brain so I’ll flesh it out here

The diner a family owned establishment, the kind that gives out free coffee and refills. It is owned by an elderly couple. They were both born and raised in town and ended up marrying right out of high school. They were devastated after learning they couldn’t have kids but ended up adopting much later in life; they look more like grandparents. They have two kids, one boy (Owen) and one girl (Rosie to you and her family, Rosalie to everyone else) who look like identical twins with their dark hair and eyes even though they aren’t genetically related. After graduating highschool, the two stayed behind to look after their parents and the diner while they figured out what they wanted to do with their lives.

Owen is far less outgoing than his sister, something he envies her for. He has a hard time stringing a sentence together when he sees you and Rosie usually has to speak for him. If you order something from him, he usually ends up setting it down at your table and retreating with a heavy blush on his face. You can sometimes catch him sneaking glances at you from the kitchen or front register. Rosie on the other hand will chat up a storm if you let, even going as far as to sit at your table and abandon the other customers. No one gets mad at her for it though.

In the end, it’s not the worst family to marry into (especially since every member is a great cook). The elderly couple always make sure to send one of their kids to drop by and deliver food if they haven’t seen you in a while. Rosie and Owen have a friendly rivalry when it comes to you but it won’t get too intense. The most they’ll do to each other is slip sleeping pills into the other’s food in order to spend more time with you but their alliance is sound. These two frequently work together as needed to kill other customers that get too close to you, often using the other as their alibi.

#i'll probably end up writing some scenarios about the town when i have more energy since so many people seem to like it #yandere town #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #my writing

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thatonegenshinsimp · 1 year

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Siblings (Alhaitham x Diluc and Kaeya’s sibling! Reader

Notes: I felt like I had to write a scenario for this because it was too good of an opportunity to do so. Kept it gn since that’s what I had for the original post of this idea but I hope you all enjoy!

Masterlist

Alhaitham scowled as you spoke, not at you, never at you. He was scowling at the counter as you spoke to him. His attention was diverted back to you as you gently took his hands into yours. “We only have to be in Mondstadt for a week. It’s for the Windblume Festival and I never miss a single one, and… are you mad at me? You seem angry.” You asked, looking up at him as his gaze softened and he shook his head. “No, I’m just slightly annoyed is all.” He replied. “Annoyed about what?” You asked. “There’s going to be a lot of people, and I don’t exactly know your family all that well outside of the things you yourself have told me. I’m annoyed about the fact that, of all occasions, this is the one thing I genuinely don’t know how to properly prepare for.” He answered, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the counter with a sigh. “Oh, I didn’t know you were nervous. I would have reassured you if I’d known sooner, Haitham.” You said, gently placing a hand against his cheek. He reached up and put his own hand over yours, leaning into your touch. “I promise you that whatever happens, I won’t just stop dating you for their sake.” You reassured him, using your other hand to guide him to lean down as you pressed your lips against his. “Now then, we need to pack tonight, because we have to leave early tomorrow morning in order to get to the Dawn Winery in time for the start of the festival.” You said, slowly withdrawing your hands from his face and turning on your heel to go to your room. He sighed as he looked at where you’d disappeared off to, looking up at the ceiling. “Lesser Lord Kusanali, give me the patience to deal with this one’s family, please.” He muttered to himself. He knew that today would be a long one full of preparation for when the two of you left.

You walked hand in hand with Alhaitham almost the entire way to Mondstadt, a soft smile on your face as you hummed a tune he’d never heard before. You’d donned regular Mondstadter attire, which he noticed immediately. However, he also noticed that you were more anxious than before as the two of you got closer to Mondstadt, but kept brushing off his attempts to find out why with a small “I’m fine, really” but he knew that wasn’t even close to the truth. He decided to ask one last time before giving it a rest. “Please tell me what’s plaguing your mind. I want to help you if I can.” he said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You knew that this softer side of him was for you and you only, and that brought you comfort. “I just don’t know how they’ll react to you, since it’s been so long since I last saw the two of them. I know they still care about me, but the reason I left was because the constant arguing and bickering was a bit too much for me. I don’t want to get you dragged into that as well.” you admitted, looking at the entrance to Stone Gate. Alhaitham slowed down to a stop at the pier just before the entrance. He led you to a table and sat beside you, taking your hands into his and looking at you. “I will try my best not to be argumentative with the two of them for your sake if I recognize them, I promise.” He reassured you, watching as you nodded hesitantly after a minute or two. “Thank you, I know it kind of cramps your style, but I really need this.” you said, hugging him. Alhaitham wrapped his arms around you and hugged you back, before slowly lowering his arms as he spoke. “Now then, let’s get going, they’re probably waiting for us at your place.” he advised, holding his hand out for you to take. Without further delay, you both finally crossed the threshold to Stone Gate, and made your way a little further to the Dawn Winery.

Not much had changed about your old home since you last saw it. The only real difference was the fact that there were some decorations for Windblume hung on the lamp posts and the windowsills of the winery. You reached into your shirt and fished out a key on your necklace chain, fitting it into the lock and turning it until a soft click reached your ears. You then gently pushed open the doors and walked into the place. The smell of mahogany and fire reached your nose as you took a deep breath and sighed. “Well, welcome to my abode, we can set our stuff upstairs in my room if you want to.” you proposed. “No, you can’t, but I’ll be happy to take it upstairs for you, dear.” a familiar voice said behind you. You smiled softly and turned around, only to be greeted by the face of Adelinde. “Addie, you know I don’t like to trouble you.” you tried, but she shook her head. “Now, now, Master Kaeya already tried that excuse, and he got an earful during Weinlesefest because he tried not to “be a bother” to me. I haven’t seen you in almost a year, and I’m not about to be told by anyone that I can’t spoil you now. You’ve been gone for far too long, and me and Elzer have missed your lively chatter. Not to mention that you haven’t introduced me to this gentleman behind you yet, either.” she scolded, before taking your bags from your hands and carrying them up to your room. She then came back down and took Alhaitham’s bags from his hands, carrying them upstairs to your room as well. Once she got back downstairs, she dusted herself off a little and clasped her hands together. “Now then, tell me everything. I want to know who this is.” she said, gesturing to Alhaitham. “Well, about that...” you started, and kept going from there, telling her everything that had happened during the time you were in Sumeru.

“And that’s when he finally asked me on a date. But enough about me, how have Diluc and Kaeya been?” you asked, looking at her. Adelinde sighed deeply, before gesturing for you to follow her to the sitting area. “As you know, your brothers haven’t been on very good terms for a while now, but they have recently started talking more to one another. It turns out that Miss Lisa is the one to blame for that because, from what Master Diluc tells me, she saw the two of you on a date together in Sumeru City when she was there for her vacation days.” she explained, watching as you sighed deeply. “Wonderful, she saw us.” you grumbled, causing her to laugh. “Anyways, you two ought to head to the city, the festival is about to start soon.” she advised, watching as you nodded. Alhaitham got up first and gently took your hand into his, helping you up from your seat and holding the door for you as you bid Adelinde farewell until that evening.

You walked to the city and greeted Swan and Lawrence at the gates, waving to the two of them and then walking alongside Alhaitham as you gave him a tour of the place you grew up in. He followed you to the cathedral, and looked around the place before his eyes landed on a Fatuus near the doors. He brushed it off and then followed you out the doors as he spoke. “Things here are very different from Sumeru City. For one, this city is much smaller in comparison, but there are no altars or cathedrals to celebrate our god as you do yours. Rani Kusanali has no statue save for her Statues of the Seven around Sumeru. Furthermore, the weather here is colder than it is in Sumeru, not that I’m complaining, we don’t have snow capped mountains like you do.” he said, pointing to Dragonspine. “Do you want to see it if we have the time? It’s very beautiful this time of year.” you offered, causing him to shake his head. “I’d rather stay down here where it’s warm, but if you insist, I suppose we could go for a little bit.” he replied, watching as your face lit up with joy. “Wonderful, we’ll go tomorrow then, since we’ll be spending today in the city, if that’s alright with you.” you said, causing him to nod his agreement.

Your next stop was the Knights of Favonius headquarters, and you immediately dragged him to the library. “She better be here.” you mumbled under your breath. You pushed open the door and were greeted by the sight of Lisa’s empty desk and several stacks of unorganized books, with a note sitting on the desk that read: out for afternoon tea, be back in an hour. -Lisa. You sighed before looking around the library, and then back at Alhaitham. “It would seem that Lisa learned of our arrival and planned to avoid us today.” you huffed, before smiling. “However, I might as well welcome you to the Knights of Favonius library. I know it’s not nearly as grand as the House of Daena, but it’s got plenty of good novels and linguistics books. If you’d like, we can read for a bit.” you proposed, causing him to shake his head. “It’s alright, I know you want to make sure that my social battery doesn’t run out before this evening, but I’m fine. Besides, it doesn’t run out as fast as you’d think.” Alhaitham said, causing you to nod. “Thank you.” you muttered, burying your face in your hands. “Now then, it’s almost lunch time, and you said that you knew about this place you liked that’s here in the city. You can tell me the rest of our plans for the day over something to eat.” he said, causing you to nod. “Ok, then next stop, Good Hunter.” you replied.

“Welcome to Good Hunter, what would you- Oh, (Y/N), it’s been a while. How have you been?” Sara asked. “Hey, Sara, I’ve been good. Um, could we get a table for two please?” you asked, causing her to nod. “Sure, I’ll have your menus out in a moment, you can choose any table to sit at if you’d like.” she replied, turning to get them. You took Alhaitham to a table and sat down in the chair across from him, before hearing someone clear their throat behind you. You turned around and saw Amber and Eula, the ladder slightly glaring at you. “(Y/N), it’s been forever since I last saw you. Me and Eula were just about to get some lunch from here, do you mind if we join you and whoever this is?” she asked, causing you to nod in response. Alhaitham watched as Eula sat down beside you, while Amber sat beside him. “So, how has your time in Sumeru been? Have you met Collei yet?” Amber asked, smiling brightly at you. “Well, I did briefly see her, but when I did, she talked almost nonstop about you when she found out I was a Mondstadter.” you replied, before listening to her ramble on about her time with Collei. “Ahem, if I may, who exactly is this?” Eula asked, gesturing to Alhaitham. “Ah, yes, this is Alhaitham, we’ve been dating for almost three years now.” you replied, causing Eula to sigh deeply. “Not telling us about your relationship, such a transgression shan’t go unnoticed. Mark my words, (Y/N), vengeance will be-” “Hold on a sec, I had reason not to tell the Knights of Favonius, just please hear me out before you swear to get back at me.” you tried, causing her to slouch back slightly in her chair and relax. “Go on then, plead your case.” she said. “You two work with Kaeya on a daily basis, I couldn’t risk a slip of the tongue to him or Diluc when neither of us were ready to tell them.” you explained, causing Amber to nod. “They do have a point, I mainly report to Captain Kaeya or Jean, both of whom are close to Diluc, and I often just talk about my day and what I’ve heard around the city when I’m not on patrol. You mainly go to the Angels’ Share during your break, which is where both Master Diluc and the Cavalry Captain usually are at that hour. We often talk to them, so I can see where you’re coming from.” Amber said, looking at you. You and Alhaitham kept talking and eating with the two Knights until lunch hour was over and they had to return to work.

You and Alhaitham spent the rest of the day walking around Mondstadt and seeing everything before the sun had finally started to set over the horizon. Just as you were about to enter the tavern, you realized something. “I forgot to get my bag at the Winery.” You said, before turning around and then looking at Alhaitham. “You can head in if you’d like. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” You called, running off to get to the winery. Alhaitham was about to follow you, but decided against it at the last minute, and turned the handle of the door to the Angels’ Share.

Diluc was cleaning a wine glass when someone sat at the bar, taking out a book as he started to read. Kaeya was in his usual spot at the bar, leaning against the counter when the man sat down. “Oh, a new face? What’s your name, good sir?” Kaeya asked, watching him closely. The stranger lowered the book and looked over at him. “Alhaitham.” He replied curtly. “Sounds like a Sumeru name? Is that where you’re from?” Kaeya asked. “Yes, I’m the Akademiya’s Scribe.” He replied, watching as Diluc set down the glass and started to listen. “Well now, what is someone from Sumeru doing all the way in Mondstadt?” He asked, watching as his facial expression softened slightly. “My significant other and I have been dating for almost three years now. They wanted to introduce me to their family during the Windblume Festival.” He explained, noting how Kaeya’s smirk grew wider. “If you’re anything like the rest of those sensitive scholars from the Akademiya, then there aren’t exactly that many people who want to meet you, Scribe Alhaitham.” Diluc commented. Alhaitham smirked at him. “Unlike them, you’ll find that I don’t particularly care what my superiors think of me, nor do I have such hopelessly little street smarts like they do. They may have a degree, but that means nothing if you’re getting mugged in the streets of Port Ormos by Eremites.” He said, before hearing Kaeya chuckle. “What about your significant other’s family? Do they also apply to your disregard for the opinions of others?” He asked. Alhaitham shook his head. “There are certain cases where that doesn’t apply, and to answer your question, yes and no. I would respect their family members to an extent. From what they’ve told me, their siblings didn’t exactly regard their feelings very much while they lived here after a tragedy that happened a few years ago. I am a bit torn on what to do as far as that goes. However, the only thing that I really wish I got to do was meet their father before he passed.” He said, startling them both. “What was their father’s name?” Diluc asked, both he and Kaeya waiting with baited breath.

“Their father’s name was Crepus. I heard that he was a very kind man.” He said, looking at the two of them. Diluc spoke first. “There’s no way you’re dating (Y/N). Someone as cold and stoic as you, dating them? That’s the most ludicrous thing I’ve ever heard. They’re so lively and bright and you’re… not.” Diluc said. “Are you implying that that’s the type of person someone as closed off and cold as yourself would like?” He challenged. Diluc leveled a glare on him as the two started an unspoken staring contest. Diluc looked away and grumbled to himself. However, before he could get another word in, the door to the Tavern swung open to reveal you. “Sorry, I got to the Winery and found my bag but Elzer stopped me to talk to me.” You admitted. “Ah, (Y/N), it’s wonderful to see you again. How have you been lately?” Kaeya asked. “I’ve been good, things in Sumeru are very different compared to Mondstadt, but it’s so beautiful, and it’s very warm there, too. Plus, from what I’ve heard,” you started, looking at Diluc, “there are very good spiced cocktails in Sumeru, and the food there is delicious. Plus, there’s a lot more old technology from Khaenri’ah in the desert that you don’t find in Mond. Here, hold on, I have photos.” You said, grabbing a photo album out of your bag. You handed it to Kaeya, who looked through the photos. After a minute or two, he smirked. “So, Collei lives in Sumeru then? You ought to show Amber these photos, she’s often worried about her, you know.” He said, handing the album to Diluc. “I didn’t know you had so many friends in Sumeru.” He remarked. “Ah, I forgot to introduce you to them, sorry.” You apologized, turning to Alhaitham and taking the barstool beside him. “This is Alhaitham, my boyfriend of three years. He’s the Akademiya’s Scribe.” You said, as Alhaitham took a mental note of the fact that you introduced him as your boyfriend first. “We know. May I ask how much he paid you to pretend to be his lover?” Diluc asked, narrowing his eyes at you. You leveled a glare at him as you spoke. “He didn’t pay me, and you have no right to judge something you yourself don’t have.” You mocked, causing him to give a confused look. “What are you implying?” He asked, a challenge of sorts hidden in his words. “I’m implying, you reckless recluse, that you yourself don’t have a lover, so you have no right to judge mine.” You replied, wrapping your arms around Alhaitham’s bicep as you spoke. “Besides, I’m happy with him, that’s much more important. I will not argue with you about this during the Windblume Festival or ever after about this, it would be a waste of both of our time.” You said. “Personally, if I may, you’re not that bad of a person. Yes, you do tend to be blunt, but I feel as though you genuinely care about how (Y/N) feels and about their opinion, so as far as things go for me, I have no qualms with you dating them.” Kaeya said, watching with a smirk on his face as Diluc scowled at him. He then looked back at you, who was still staring at him. “You seriously like him?” He asked, causing you to nod. “Is there any way I can convince you to leave him?” He asked, watching as you shook your head no. With a deep sigh, Diluc finally gave in and spoke. “Very well, I suppose I can tolerate hosting you at my place then.” He said, putting away the last glass of the evening and grabbing his coat from the coat rack.

After Diluc closed up the Angels’ Share for the night and said goodbye to Kaeya, he walked with you and Alhaitham to the Dawn Winery, looking over at you as you held Alhaitham’s hand. He was surprised when you’d said that you had a lover, let alone someone from Sumeru, but he started to see why you started dating him in the first place. The moment you shivered from the cold night air, Diluc watched as the man beside you took off his cape and gently draped it over your shoulders. “I’ll be fine.” Was all he said when you turned to look at him. The three of you walked in relative silence, with you talking to either Alhaitham or Diluc along the way.

The moment you got to the Dawn Winery, you pushed open the doors and stepped inside, looking around and fully taking in the look of the manor this time. “You’ve changed a few things.” You observed, taking Alhaitham’s cloak off and handing it back to him. He took it with a nod of thanks, hanging it on the coat rack by the door. He then looked around and saw that there was a meal on the table. “It’s still warm if you’d all like to take a seat.” Adelinde offered, looking over at them from the doorway. “Thank you, Adelinde.” Diluc said, taking his seat at the table as you took yours and Alhaitham took his next to you. He nodded to Adelinde as he spoke. “Thank you for the meal.” He said, watching Diluc with a slightly cautious look in his eyes as he ate. When the three of you were done eating, Adelinde took the dishes away and you all went upstairs to get ready for bed.

Once you and Alhaitham were alone, you turned around and gently cupped his face in your hands as you spoke. “Are you alright? I know that was a bit… tense.” You asked, watching as he nodded softly. “I’ll be fine, but what I really need is sleep, I’m exhausted.” He muttered, looking up at you as he sat down on the bed. You nodded softly and grabbed your nightclothes from your suitcase, changing into them quickly before getting in the bed next to him. You felt his arms around your waist and looked back at him, smiling softly. You rolled over to face him and pressed yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you, Haitham.” You whispered, watching as he looked down at you and smiled. “I… I love you too.” He replied, hiding his face in your hair as he spoke. “Aww, are you getting all blushy on me now?” You teased, causing him to huff softly before pulling back and pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes widened before you closed them and melted into his touch, kissing him back. “Go to sleep.” He muttered, holding you close as he closed his eyes. You drifted off with him, enjoying the blissful quiet shared between the two of you in this moment.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #genshin alhaitham #genshin x reader #kaeya

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lyrakanefanaticwriting · 2 months

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may i request a oneshot of brotherly bonding between our fav pookie hawthorne brothers as children?

maybe with some angst between jamie and gray and sad xander and mother hen nash?

pls and tyyyyyy <33333

SUREE!!! 🩷

It was brother game board night, and the game that Xander had chosen was Monopoly. The longest game to ever exist, yet still a family favourite. Taking the board game from the cabinet in which it was stored in, Xander walks over to the library, where the rest of his brothers were. Nash was leaning back in his chair, and Grayson and Jameson were sitting at opposite ends of the table. But something felt off.

“What is it?” Xander asks, placing the board game on the table. Nash looks oddly at Jameson and Grayson, before looking back at Xander.

“Xan, if your father were to visit….. would you want to see him?” Nash asks, his voice gentle. Xander’s eyebrows raised. His father had never really been in his life, but still, he had always wanted to see him.

“Sure. I would want to!” He said, glancing at his other brothers. Jameson and Grayson looked at each other, a silent conversation filtering through their eyes. Now something was really up.

“Why? Did one of our fathers want to see us?” He asks. No response. Then Grayson sighs.

“Did you really have to get Xander involved in this, Nash? He’s only 11.” He says, matter-of-factly. Xander frowns, not wanting to show how badly that statement hurt. Jameson turned to him.

“Xan, you do know that our dads left because they don’t want us, right? They wouldn’t want us to visit them.” Jameson says. Then he turned to Grayson.

“Should we go ask the old man now? About Xander’s..” He trailed off, but Grayson nodded.

“You guys go. I’ll stay here with him.” Nash said. Xander hated how they talked about him like he wasn’t even there, just because he was younger.

“What are you guys talking about?” Xander asks. Jameson, Grayson, and Nash all look at him, but Nash is the one to answer.

“Nothing. Jameson and Grayson are just gonna be chattin’ with the old man for a bit, and then they’ll be back. But it’s nothing Xan.” He says, his eyes kind. Xander couldn’t help the way his chest tightened at the feeling of being left out. Again.

“It’s not nothing.” He says, suddenly. His brothers turned to look at him, a bit surprised, but Xander keeps going. “I’m not a kid. I know this has something to do with my dad, and I wanna know. It’s not fair that you guys get to do all this stuff but I don’t.” Xander knew he sounded childish, but he didn’t care. He was left out of everything and anything, all because he was a year younger. And he wanted to know about his dad, even if his dad didn’t want Xander. Graysons brows furrowed.

“Xander…” He says, trailing off. “I don’t think you need to know about this. It’s really not important.” Xander only got madder, which was surprising because he was never mad at his brothers. But he just couldn’t take being left out all the time!

“It is important. Just what I don’t understand is why you won’t tell me!” He said, and in a fit of anger, stormed off. On his way to his room, he sees the old man. Xander pauses, before walking over to him.

“Grandfather!” He says. Tobias looks up and smiles when he sees Xander.

“Hello, Xander. What is it?” He asks. Xander presses his lips in a thin line before speaking.

“Did my father ask to visit? Or did Jameson and Grayson say anything related to that?” Xander presses. Instantly, Tobias’ face changes from kindness, to anger.

“Your brothers told you about how they have been poking around, looking for their fathers online, haven’t they? Well, I don’t want you getting worried about your father, Xander. He left. Do you understand me?” Tobias says, his voice no longer gentle. Xander frowned, his eyebrows burrowing.

“But-“ Before Xander could say anything, Tobias interrupts him.

“Xander. Your father never cared for you, just like how your brothers’ fathers never cared for them either. Now, do you understand me?” Tobias urges. Xander’s eyes go wide as he fights back the urge to cry. All he’d ever wanted was, well, to be wanted. And here was his grandfather, telling him that his father would never care for him, and had never cared for him. Not allowing himself to speak in case he starts crying, Xander nods. Tobias’ face turns softer as he nods back before walking away. As tears started crowding his eyes, Xander turns his head down the hall, and there, he could see his three brothers, watching him with concern and guilt on their faces. Not wanting to have to cry in front of them, Xander aggressively wipes his tears with his fists, before turning and running to his room.

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OKAY I KNOW THIS IS REALLY LATE IM SORRY BUT I WAS PUTTING IT OFF BC I DIDNT HAVE ANY IDEAS UNTIL NOW 😭😭😭 also it needs to be talked about more how often xander is left out bc it’s acc so sad 😢

#xander hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #tobias hawthorne #the inheritance games #the brothers hawthorne #alexander hawthorne #the grandest game #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit

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liquidluckandstuff · 10 months

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“Will you stay?”

Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Stay? Him? Of all people?

He turned back and looked into the cold cell. Voldemort looked pathetic in the prisoner garb they gave him, Harry was surprised they offered him anything to wear in the first place.

“Why should I?” It was a fair question. Harry couldn’t assume the man wanted anything innocent. He had no idea what the man was capable of. It’s why he was locked in their most guarded cell in the first place.

The dementors were close enough that Voldemort could feel the chill in his old bones, but far enough away he couldn’t speak to them. The man had quite the sway over them during his reign in the war, and no one was willing to take a chance.

Voldemort shrugged at Harry’s answer. It was so unlike him that Harry had to shake his head. How far the dark lord had fallen.

“If you give me an answer, I’ll stay a little longer,” Harry reasoned.

He looked up at him then, the shadows covering his face did nothing to hide his sunken cheekbones and red eyes. “Promise?”

A chill went down Harry’s spine at his childlike tone. “If you give me a good enough answer, then yes I promise.”

“You always keep your promises. Not like them,” The man spat as he pulled his thin legs close to his chest.

Harry tapped his foot impatiently. “Well?”

A smile formed on Voldemort’s face. So innocent and full of hope. “I remember your name.”

“My... name?”

“Uh hu,” Then the man crawled closer to the edge of the cell until his skeletal fingers could wrap around the bars. “I don’t remember anyone else’s name. But I remember yours.”

Harry sighed, and sat down next to him. It was a good answer. He might as well keep his promise.

“And how did you remember my name?”

“I was thinking of flying. And… a stag. It was big and blue and fought off those big hooded men that like to whisper at the end of the corridor.”

“You saw them?” If the dementors were getting brave enough to get close enough for Voldemrot to see them that would be a problem. What if he recognized them? What if they triggered the wrong memory-

“I don’t think they like me very much,” the man confessed.

“Right,” Harry sighed. “Well then… What's my name?”

Voldemort’s eyes went wide and he looked around like Harry had said something scandalous. “I’m not supposed to say, they’ll get mad.”

“Who will get mad?”

In response, Voldemort shook his head in fear.

“Who will get mad? It’s okay. I won’t tell.”

“They’ll hurt you,” Voldemort whispered as he looked around. “They hit you and starve you and keep you locked in a cupboard.”

“I-” No one knew that. Not really. His friends sort of knew what his childhood was like, but they didn’t have any details. “That was a very long time ago.”

“No, no it was yesterday,” Tears filled Voldemort’s red eyes. “They don’t love you. They never loved you and you tried so hard-”

“It’s… it’s okay now. I have a new family that loves me very much,” Harry comforted awkwardly. How did one comfort a crying Dark Lord anyway? “It’s over now.”

“No it’s not,” Voldemort insisted. “It still hurts you on the inside. There.” One long thin hand reached through the bars and pointed directly at Harry’s heart. “They don’t want you to say your name because they are afraid of you.”

Harry didn’t know what to say. So he said the only thing he could think of “I’m sorry.” He didn’t want anyone to know about his past. It was embarrassing enough that the hero of the wizarding world couldn’t get past being unloved as a child. What kind of hero still years for parental love?

“I would have stopped them,” Voldemort said assuredly, suddenly sounding more like himself. “I would have made them regret ever hurting you.”

“I know,” Harry whispered. And he did. If there was anything that was left of Voldemort it was a hatred of muggles and a desire for a justice he would never understand.

“Will you stay?” Voldemort asked again.

Harry shook his head. He wasn’t supposed to stay near Voldemort for very long. No one was supposed to, not after everything he did. But with his memory lost because of how many horcruxes they destroyed, and with him being reduced to… well a child trapped in a murderer's body, Harry couldn’t help but pity him.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be back next week,” Harry promised.

#horror?#Voldemort loses #Harry Potter #Voldemort #Harry is always too kind #Harrymort #Tomarry

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bluebeatleisslay · 1 year

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Aonung x netwyam

so I barely ever see this ship so I’m gonna do it. I obviously know that they’re like 15-16 so it will be more kid friendly feel free to request anything

Aonung x neteyam

Aonung POVs

who is that… why is he blue? He’s different… he looks pretty- wait no Aonung don’t think like that…but he is tho… hmm I wanna know more about him

Neteyam povs

who is that? As I walk up to the island I see more avatars, but they have a different colour than us. They are like turquoise, I’m confused, I’ve only ever known blue avatars maybe it’s because they are living different than us so they adapted to the water?.. he’s kind of cute… who is that.. hmm I should get to know him…

Skipping to a little while later to where they’re teaching them the ways of the water .

Aonung POVs

neteyam.. I say slowly I have never felt this way about someone but I would never let him know..yet

yes? he says

after a while, because I’m lazy AF skips to the part where he take some out beyond the reef because he’s jealous and wants to show off but i’m going to switch it up to where he loses neteyam I can’t find him so he goes back and tells everybody

Jake/sully POVs

all I hear is screaming and yelling. What’s going on I run out to see what’s happening and I see what’s happening I run over and yell TONOWARI WHATS HAPPENING-

Tonowari POVs

my son took your son outside of the reef when he knows not to tell them what happened Aonung.

Aonung POVs

Sir I’m sorry I took him outside of the refund. I know I should have I just wanted … show off I guess but I lost him am sorry sir…

jake/sully POVs

I gasp. Where is he bring me to him yell as I run to the water animals and get onto one. Everybody else starts going screaming something about how it’s not safe and they’ll come with me

Aonung POVs

yea sir, I say, as I hop on a water animal, and start demanding it to go to the reef where neteyam is.. I’m so scared… I messed up bad I know what I did was wrong, but I just show off I was.. I wanted him to like me.. I feel so sick inside. What if he’s hurt what if.. what if he’s dead, I don’t need to do I start panicking, but I need to calm down. We will never get there if I get worked up in the animal flies me off. I think as they start coming down, sir I say we’re almost there.

Jake sully POVs

you better be I’m disappointed in you but right now I don’t have the time, your father is your same and your mother. I’m not your parents so I can’t really punish you, but what you did was wrong don’t ever do that again if you get someone really hurt, we won’t know that yet though I say to Aonung.. I start spacing off until I hear him talking I turn right back in to reality..

aonung POVs Sir, I’m so sorry I just wanted to show off, I know I shouldn’t have, but I just I just it’s it’s hard to explain. I’ll tell you when we get back and when everybody is safe I know I have to tell you because it’s important. Am sorry sir I say to Jake…

jake sully’s

sure son make sure you tell me if it’s that important. Remember if we can’t find my son there will be consequences…

I can tell that Aonung shivered..

neteyam POVs

I got the Fish !! I got the fish AONUNG!! .. I look around confused for a moment. Where is everybody? Aonung I yell? where are you? Is this some funny joke this isn’t funny. come on you can stop fooling me now just come out we need to go back, we will be late. Father will be mad. Still yet no one answers. Maybe this isn’t a joke I think…. Oh no, I don’t know the way of the water!! I don’t know where to go!! I scramble looking around in the water helplessly. I start feeling sick. sick to my stomach. What am I gonna do? I get cut off by my thought as I suddenly see a fin in the water. What is that? I try to look closer it’s moving in on me what- I realize some thing it’s moving fast at me and it looks hungry. I start swimming back to where I thought I came from but I realize I won’t be fast enough. I turn around and see that it’s getting closer scrambling, I try to look for at least something to sit on like a big rock or at least a small island. Yeah, I see nothing until I see a small island or a small rock I can’t really tell but I just start swimming to it, my heart is beating out of my chest. I’m pretty sure I might have a heart attack or whatever you have when you get scared too much. Oh shock I think no no it’s not the time to be thinking of this. I need to survive this I need to go on land. I think I’m getting closer. I can tell I’m too afraid to look back. I can’t start swimming even faster. I can’t afford to lose my life I just can’t. I’m so scared right now I’m getting so close to land, but I feel something touch my leg I shriek and swim even faster. I thought that was not possible. finally I get on land as the shark or whatever type of animal you call it tries to attack me but clearly can’t because I thankfully made it on the island..

I flop down, exhausted I can’t as I realize I just escaped a near death experience…. again, I laugh, Oh my god did I really just escape that I say it loud.

suddenly I hear like a light yellow so I think I’m hallucinating he would come back for me. I’m in the middle of nowhere but it’s getting closer and tomorrow I look up and see my dad and Aonung and a lot more people I don’t really know their names though. Over here! Yell as I stand up and wave my hands jumping up, they see me and rush towards me. My dad hops of his animal whatever you’d like to call it and runs to me and put his hand on my shoulder and says, are you OK son??? I could tell that he was really worried I reply with just Dad I’m OK. Did you see that I escaped- but I start myself before I could even say that.. I shouldn’t say anything about what happened while I was alone because well what is Aonung get in big trouble? I wouldn’t want that. It was stupid teenager stuff and I’ve done it too. It’s in the past now. Well it’s in the present. I guess you could say but anyways-

Jake sully POVs

are you OK son ??, neteyam replies with yea dad I’m OK.. I can’t shake the feeling of what just happened or what could’ve happened he could’ve been hurt or worse I don’t even wanna think about that

Tonowari POVs

I can’t believe you, my son, disrespected my trust any disrespected my rules, I know you wanted to show off. We will have a long talk when we get back home. I say to my son as he looks down ashamed as he should, but I can’t shake but feeling a little sad. I know he didn’t mean it I know he wanted to show off, and I also know he has grown on that boy do you like that boy and we avatars are not judging people we except and I will accept him if it’s true. Of what I see…

OK so I just want a lot and because I’m so lazy I’m gonna skip because I know if I don’t I’ll literally be here forever just writing one page so I’m going to skip it to where the older brother almost dies while he does die but I’m gonna make it so he doesn’t so this is where he gets shot and then they all gather up there, but I’m gonna make it so Aonung is there and neteyam is to but I really think he is lol anyways, I’m just wasting time lol OK back to the writing..

oh my God stop I just realize he was the one who got shot OK forget what I just said I’m gonna make it, so yeah oh my god just forget what I just said

aomung POVs

oh no, no no no this can’t be happening I think to myself I finally love someone and then they get hurt. I scramble up to go see him I’m so scared. I’ve never been so worried in my life. Are you OK? neteyam do you need help? I know a little bit of healing pls let me help u.. I scramble to say my hands, shaking, trembling, shaking over his wound I don’t know what to do with myself until he says yes pls do some thing I don’t want to die I just wanna go home. my heart shatters, and I bet everybody around to look up to get approval from Jake and the mom nari? I forget her name but it’s really not important right now not gonna put my hands over his wound/ do you know where Tonowaris wife heals the sister sorry I’m not good with names, but exactly like that scene but instead because he’s not asleep, you can see the wound closing and slowly stops bleeding but there is a scar but it’s not really noticeable, unless you actually physically look at even then it’s not really bad OK anyways back to the story/ I pant as that took a lot off put me as I am not a female I can’t put much of my energy in to it,

neteyam POVs

what- I think, i can feel my wound slowly healing over and stop bleeding. I obviously knew he was going to heal me, but I didn’t think that is how it was going to be like. Fast. I thought it was gonna be slow paced. He looks exhausted. I can hear him panting, but honestly I’m too exhausted to really look up. I’m muffle out a thank you before it going dark.

Neytirls povs

I took a big present and shakily sign out I’m so thankful that he’s alive. They both look really exhausted I look over to my son neteyam and see he passed out I would normally be concerned, but I know that both took a lot out of them and he was just ruined it a while ago so he will be needing rest as for Aonung and I do know about the liking each other it’s rather obvious.. and I support it I don’t know how I got thinking about this, but all I know that it’s over and we are a fortress for our family.. finally four is over.. I think we should head back now get back to the water people and make sure that everybody’s probably healed OK I say. I see everybody, not as they agree, and we head back. After that everybody is checked in and everybody has seen a doctor on everybody’s perfectly OK, except for a few cats will either than that everybody is living and breathing no one died, except for the bad people..

a little while later

writers pov

Neteyam sitting down in his bed when Aonung come in. Hey.. Aonung says look I know what I did was wrong and I just wanted to show off. I learned my lesson and I won’t do it again but I wanted to get this off my chest…. I like you.. and I guess I’m here to confess it I wanted to show off to take your side of the reef to show the “male or strong part of me, because traditions of us, or whatever to show that we are worthy of becoming ur mate.. am sorry teteyam.. Aonung says as he looks up thinking, he’s going to see a disappointment and disgusted face. Instead, he sees. Neteyam smiling softly… oh how beautiful that smile is Aonung thinks..

No.. aonung I understand I have made a fool of myself to before and I think it’s very brave of you to offer to go outside of the reef with me.. I understand that you couldn’t go out there. Don’t worry I go to lotta places that I can’t go to. Ur not the only one..neteyam says as he giggles.. but then he signs and smiles softly as he looks up to Aonung I like you too Aonung and I wish for us to be together.. neteyam says nervous..

yes neteyam I would love that but.. Aonung says as he looks up a little disappointed I need your parents approval and it will be hard to get because I disrespected and put you in danger- before Aonung could finish the sentence both parents of neteyam and Aonung included quite literally pop out of nowhere and Jake says you have my approval… quite literally startling Aonung oh my God, you scared the shi- out of me Aonung says Aonung father gives him a warning glare, but then he softens and says I don’t know if it matters, but you have my approval to, then Neytirl says you have my approval. But .. do not put him in danger again or else…

Aonung shivers once again…

five years later, or however, long until they are 24 years old if I’m confusing you I neteyam and Aonung like now in the time skip they are 24

and I’m also gonna just slip in here that neteyam could have kids … um anyways no SMUT PLS

we’re keeping a child friendly here

:))

There’s gonna be a little bit of Intel to kind of match up with what happened before this if you get what I mean you probably understand certain Soon

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neteyam POVs

am scared what am I gonna tell Aonung I didn’t know I could get pregnant how is this possible i’m freaked out- I suddenly get knocked out of my thoughts by Aonung saying honey am home in his language, I smile to myself I love how he talks :)

oh hi honey I’m how was work?? I ask

it was good love.. what wrong you seem off today? He asks

oh um.. sit down.. I need to tell u something I say

oh ok.. Aonung says

I’m am..am pregnant.. I say i’m scared to look at him when I do.. I see a surprised and happy face, not one single hatred or shock in his face

ong really ? Aonung asks

yes I say..

omg he jumps up like a child like to go to myself he then picks me up and twirls around, hugging me screaming am going to be a dad…

I smile ..

wait how am I gonna tell my dad I say it loud

oh shi- Aonung says

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Jake POVs

I look up and see my son and his mate Aonung running over to me and my wife Neytirl. I see them looking excited. but it vanishes as I can tell they try to act serious hmm what are they up to?? I think

Neytirls pov

hello my son, what are you doing here today? I ask

neteyam POVs

Oh mama I have wonderful news.. am pregnant I smile, my hands connected, fidgeting, nervous of what her response would be and dads

Neytirl POVs

seriously ..? I say shocked I’ve been green and smile and yell excitingly am going to be a grandma are you really pregnant.. omg my son am so happy for u

I don’t look at Jake..

jakes POVs

omg I think am going to be a grandpa I yell jumping up and hugging my son am so happy for u my son I said and the i look at Aonung and realize they Yk did it… my Face goes blank wait.. I say that mean u and my son I say oh god I say horrific and traumatized.. Aonung chuckles nervously… hehe.. umm Aonung says

My traumatize FaceTime turns into a smile and I say we’ll look alike ur family now Aonung I say ans smlie but everybody looks at me confused what? I say neteyam says I thought he was already family the. I starting dating him? Haha um.. yeah he was.. hah I nervously chuckle

mention of male giving birth

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before anything happens I’m just gonna tell you that it’s going to be like a normal birth like how female do okkk

Writers POVs, because this is way too much lol.

neteyam and Aonung I’m talking about the names they are thinking about when Aonung brings up at all of his parents have had more boys than girls, so he thinks that the first one’s gonna be a boy but neteyam disagrees and says that he is certain it will be a girl, and that he just has a feeling it will be as they are both discussing what gender they think it will be neteyam interrupts him, saying that we need to find a name for a girl and a boy then Aonung comes up with /big name / Catheán / I just made it up but let’s say it means warrior and they come up with the girl name and it’s Athena i’m just gonna say it means healer I don’t think it means that in real life, but in this it will😊

Aonung begins to say to his stomach hi my little baby it’s dads and am going to love I so much..

neteyam giggles, but then stops as he feel’s something wet running down he like he then starts to feel pain and he slowly traps holding onto Aonung shoulders, groaning in pain

Neteyam are u ok??? Aonung asks worried

I think the baby is coming.. neteyam groans out and says call the doctors NOW he yells

Aonung yells for help when they come

i’m just gonna skip with a little bit of trouble and go into where he’s hurting the baby

I can’t pls it hurts so much neteyam cry’s out

Shh it’s ok u can do this remember what they said they said that this is all gonna be worth it in the end Aonung says

neteyam yells AHHHHHH

One of the doctors/healers say just mot emote push and they are out..

he pushs one more time and hears baby crys

someone else’s POVs Jake and Neytirl are waiting out side of the room when they hear baby vets and they look at each other and smlie

back to neteyam POVs

I cry as they said it’s a boy I look at Aonung and see he crying to they hand my son over to me and I look like him with pure bliss… I look like Aonung and see he looking at me and he smiles and he’s say so I guess the name is Catheán huh..? I giggle u wanted a boy didn’t I love I say he smlie softly and he yes I did love.. I hand over Catheán to his dad Aonung and smlie

Aonungs pov

I look at my beautiful son Catheán his name fits him.. he’s so beautiful he will be sure to have all the girls and boy after him.. I smile softly and close my eyes bringing my face up to his.. I see you I say /if this means something romantic, then forget it, but because I don’t really know a lot of contacts behind it, I think it means like along the lines of like I love you😅/ after a while they say that they’re bringing in the parents. Oh I forgot to say that Aonungs parents are there and they had the same reaction as neteyam did but his mom gasps when she heard the baby like a good gasp and she smliedd

OK skipping to the part where they’re coming in the parents

Writers Pov

as Jake,Neytiri,Tonowari,Tsireya walk in they see neteyam and Aonung smiling at each other before they look at their parents smell like them telling them to come in and meet their grandchild

meet Catheán Aonung says to he’s parents and neteyams parents

all the moms/ grandmas shrink with happiness as they run over to their grandchild as the granddad‘s laugh and walk over to the baby boy..

after like a year because I’m so lazy and it’s like four in the morning 🥹🥹🙌🏻

All the memories well all the memories in the year that have happened with the famliy if u know what I mean lol

There will be more here—>

not done yet because I suck at writing

pretend that the family one with them all sitting it’s just three people neteyam and Aonung and the son <3

Am working on it sorry y’all <3

#aonung #neteyam

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kamomie · 9 months

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My thoughts as of rn on foolish's betrayal

The “arc” did just start, so things are subject to change. But this is my opinion/take on what happened yesterday and the things that stood out to me.

Long read ahead and this is the short version OTL

To me, even entertaining and trying to do an “well actually…” in this case is so unserious and disingenuous. Q!Foolish betrayed his friends. As of right now, he’s a traitor. I don’t know how you could watch q!Foolish arrest q!Pac and q!Mike, and not think that in itself wasn’t a major betrayal? He literally led them to the place of arrest without giving them any sort of indication that they were in potential danger. He arrested them for crimes they seemingly didn’t commit and gave them up to the federation. Just like that. This was at the very least betrayal of q!Tazercraft, but in my opinion, also a betrayal of all his friends. Especially the Brazilians and Richarlyson.

Part of the betrayal is also the fact that q!Foolish really doesn’t think he did anything wrong, he feels no remorse. Leading up to the arrest, he keeps saying stuff like “they’ll understand, they won’t get mad”, as if he’s not fully grasping the severity of his actions.

He really sat there in the federation office and just went along with Cucurucho’s plan with a lot of enthusiasm and excitement. And that just continues, he gets a bit nervous too, but mainly he’s super excited and happy.

Another thing I noted was the “I trust your strong sense of justice” book Cucurucho gave him. It doesn’t align with his person at all. Q!Foolish hasn’t ever been about justice, he’s been much more of a let live kinda guy. Even his answer to Cucurucho about what he thinks about Order, is a clear indication that he’s not really occupied by these themes, to him order is fine, if it doesn’t get restraining. That’s really all the thought he has about it. Q!Foolish is not someone with a strong sense of justice. He’s actively hiding an illegal item as we speak.

It felt as though Q!Foolish intuitively knew something was off, but he actively chooses to not think about it. He clearly doesn’t see himself as someone with a strong sense of justice, he does find it a bit weird Cucurucho asks him to do the arrests, when the federation usually does it fine themselves. But in his excitement, he ignores all the red flags.

Q!Foolish also seem to be under the belief that he’ll be easily forgiven and that no one will be mad at him, which shocks me, because by now, he should know that working with the federation and not sharing information is social suicide on the island. Especially when he really isn’t being threatened nor blackmailed. For all intents and purposes, he could’ve refused, but he didn’t even entertain the idea of not helping the federation.

Even when q!Cellbit makes it clear, that if q!Foolish is in any way omitting truth and not sharing information, he would no longer consider him a friend, q!Foolish still just talks in circles and refuses to elaborate and explain. Q!Foolish seems to think he can get away with his empty words and generally likeableness. The final nail in the coffin is his lie to q!Jaiden. Painting his actions as a last resort to protect Richarlyson is clever but also so underhanded. But if it ever comes out or people start to question it, it will also be his downfall.

He thinks he knows what he’s doing and that he’s in control, but in reality, I think Cucurucho/the federation are using him and he’s in way over his head.

#qsmp #qsmp lore #lore #q!foolish #q!cellbit #q!tazercraft #I kept the focus on q!foolish #gonna be interesting to see what happens #i really hope his lie gets outed #the doozers wanted him to suffer? let him suffer lmao #i want to see how he handles a situation he can't empty talk himself out of #I'm not a fan of angst tbh #but i feel like he really needs to realise he hurt people :)#the more general take on q!foolish will maybe come later lmao

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quillkiller · 2 months

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microfic: marytunia, 686 words

angst, post lilys death, past marytunia, no infidelity but petunia is married (emotional infidelity maybe??)

Mary’s at her door, and Lily is dead.

Lily has been dead for a little over a week, but Petunia hasn’t seen her younger sister in well over two years before that. Mary’s at her door, alive, and Petunia hates her for it. She avoids looking into her eyes, her golden brown eyes, terrified of what she’ll see in them. Terrified of what they’ll see in hers.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Petunia says, voice weak.

Please leave, Petunia wants to plead. Don’t taint whatever was between us, once, with this display. The guilt swallows her whole. It’s been doing that a lot, lately.

She’s mad that Mary is alive. She’s mad that she showed up at her house. She’s mad that it never would have worked, anyway. She’s mad because it’s Lily’s fault. She’s mad that Mary would come to her, and once again Lily stands between them— even now, even dead. She’s mad at herself, for being mad at all, for being confronted with these ugly feelings for a sister she always claimed to hate. A sister who she maybe, probably, still hates.

A sister who’s still dead. Despite how Petunia feels about her.

“I thought,” Mary says, and takes a tentative step closer to Petunia, “I thought, maybe–”

Petunia takes a step back, away from Mary and her warmth. Away from the embrace she so desperately wants to fall into. It doesn’t matter and it never has. It may have felt like the most important thing in the entire world, once, when Petunia would wake up with her face in the crook of Mary’s neck and pretend to still be asleep.

“Who are you here for?” Petunia spits, arms wrapped around herself, “Me or Lily?”

“Please,”

“Answer me.” Petunia demands. She’s trying her best not to be too loud. Not to wake her unsuspecting neighbors and their well behaved children. Her husband who’s asleep in a bed that Petunia feels like she’s drowning in. Dudley, her own. Harry, with Lily’s green eyes that Petunia can’t stand.

It’s barely even a whisper when Mary says, “I don’t know.”

Petunia does look at her then, and the wave violently crashes into her all at once. Mary’s crying, tears streaming down her face, and Petunia wants nothing more than to hold her. Make it stop, make it better. She wants to scream, push Mary into a wall and yell that it’s not her bloody sister who’s dead. Who won’t ever come back. She wants to take her inside, tuck her in and wrap her arms around Mary’s weeping body. She wants to close the door behind her and never look back.

She wants to wake up and have it all be a dream. She wants to wake up, seventeen years old again, with her head tucked into Mary’s neck and pretend to sleep. She wants to worry about Lily finding them, annoyed by her very existence. She wants to hate her sister without her being dead.

“You never did, did you?” Petunia says, not backing down.

“That’s not fair.” Mary pleads.

“It never was,” Petunia says, and takes a step closer. She lifts her hand, slowly, and tucks Mary’s hair behind her ear. It makes her think of their first kiss, in front of another door, in another life, but hidden away all the same. Hiding from Lily, her family– and now from her husband, her child. Lily’s child.

Petunia presses her lips to Mary’s forehead, preparing for the final blow. Mary whimpers at the touch, at the press of Petunia’s lips against her skin. Petunia had loved her once. She thinks Mary might have loved her, too. Not enough, not with Lily’s presence, always a shadow.

Not even with Lily’s absence.

“Don’t ever come to my house again, Mary,” Petunia says, forcing her voice to remain steady, “I don’t ever want to see you again.”

Petunia steps back, away from Mary for the very last time.

Mary looks at her, searching, and Petunia still doesn’t know who she’s looking for, or who she sees. Then she turns around.

She walks away.

Petunia hates her for it.

#mary macdonald #petunia evans #petunia dursley #marauders #marauders era #jen’s microfics #microfic march babey #they have bewitched me body and soul #made me cry writing this im a MESS

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my-autism-adhd-blog · 10 months

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Hey there

I just wanna so a question

The other day I was out with my mum and i was wearing a hoodie

It was really hot out and because of this I got really mad

Everything became annoying to me

Like every sound became too loud and that sort of thing if that makes sense

I just wanna know if over sensitivity to heat has anything to do with autism or am i just really dramatic

Thank you :)

Hi there,

I also have a hard time in the heat. I find unbearable. I’d rather be freezing cold.

I found an article going over heat intolerance and autism. Here’s a excerpt:

For those with autism spectrum disorder (ASD), this problem can be exacerbated. This is because many people with ASD may experience hypersensitivity and heat intolerance.

Hypersensitivity can make the feeling of sweat, warmth, and uncomfortable clothes even more unbearable. While not everybody with autism struggles with this, hypersensitivity is a relatively common symptom of the condition.

The article will be below in case you’d like to read more.

I also found another article listing some ways to cope during hot weather:

1. Water, water everywhere

Keep water, or herbal tea, or anything drink-wise that is non-soda based and caffeine-free with you at all times. Sip (don’t gulp) at regular intervals. If the heat is unbearable, simple tricks like sucking an ice cube can also work; it will cool you down and keep you properly hydrated. Try and avoid anything sugary or carbonated, as that can sometimes make you sweat more or even induce anxiety.

2. Let us spray

Do you have an old spray bottle or an atomizer? Fill this with cool water and use it to spray your hands, face, neck and head if the heat feels like it might be too much for you. It’s very refreshing and as the water evaporates, you will cool down.

3. Inhale “cool” essential oils

If you can tolerate fragrance, make up a blend of cool-smelling essential oils that can be inhaled from a tissue or handkerchief at regular points. Peppermint, eucalyptus and tea tree are all great ideas — they’ll clear your head and cool you down.

4. Adapt your clothing to suit your ASD

I hate the feeling of having my arms uncovered outdoors, even in extreme heat, so I’ve had to adapt my clothing accordingly. I’ll only really ever wear long sleeve shirts in light-colored, lightweight fabrics. I won’t ever wear shorts for the same reason, so I’ll switch to linen trousers or light jeans if I can.

5. Protect your eyes and your head

Sunlight and ASD can equal problems with sight and vision. Always have good quality sunglasses, and a few pairs so you’ve got them to hand. If you have to wear them indoors, do so and don’t apologize for it.

6. A once a day sunscreen can really help

There are some brilliant once-a-day application sunscreens on the market now, which can mean the difference between having to stay in because you burn easily and going out for at least a few minutes every day. Sometimes, ASD folks can be photosensitive to sunlight, and a product like this can help them tolerate the heat and light better.

7. If you need to shut out daylight, shut it out!

Close the curtains, blinds and drapes if you need to, and it doesn’t matter what time of day it is. Sunlight can be intrusive and cause pain. There comes a point in every day — usually about 6 p.m. — when I have to give in and close everywhere up. I become too tired to focus and concentrate and I find the slight darkness quietens my head down a little.

The link to this article will also be below in case you want to check it out.

I hope these sources help answer your question. Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ❤️

#inbox #inbox reply #inbox is open

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iwritefanficsandpostthem · 1 month

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The Drive-in Movie

With the help from @watchingpurpled

Minors DNI-This fic will be 18+!!

SUMMARY: Y/N and Eleven go to a drive-in movie together to watch Ghostbusters, then things start to get spicy as the movie goes on.😁😁

WARNING: none yet-

Y/N’s perspective:

“So tonight? What time is the movie again?” I call El planning on when to go to the drive-in-movies.

We’ve been planning to watch Ghost Busters for a while, since El hasn’t really watched a movie, let alone in a drive-in movie. I also thought it would be fun because I just turned 16 and finally got my license, and I think it would impress her, since I’ve been having this heart-aching crush for forever now.

“Joyce says it’s at 9:00 pm, sharp. How are we gonna get there?” El speaks back, sounding nervous that plans will have to change.

“Well, I received my license last week for my birthday and have been saving it just for tonight, so I’ll pick you up!” I say enthusiastically, walking around my island counter with the phone’s cord almost near to ripping out of the wall. “I’ll even bring different snacks we can munch on during the movie!”

“Li-cense?” El talks into the phone confused, not knowing what that means.

To be fair, she’s a few months younger than me and I know her situation, with the Upside-Down and all, so I understand.

“A license is something that lets you drive a car without police issues.” I explain as I walk back to the base of the phone and twirling the cord in my hand.

“Oh… can I get a license?” El asks me.

I think it’s so cute that she doesn’t know everyday things because I can just bramble about stuff without her just going “mhm” and “yeah”, she just asks questions that I love to answer.

“No,” I respond. “but you’re able to get a permit, which means you can drive with someone that’s 16 or older, but when you turn 16, you can drive all by yourself! I can even teach you how to drive if you want!” I say enthusiastically, and then lean on the wall.

“But won’t police get mad? I don’t have a permit.” El responds.

“Oh! Well that’s ok, I’ll just say I’m giving you lessons, show my license, and they’ll just shrug it off and leave.” I explain, still fiddling with the phone cord.

“But anyways about the movie, I’ll pick you up and you can drive to the movie.”

“Me?” El asks confused.

“Yeah! I said I would teach you right? I’ll pick you up an hour early so we can try and drive a little beforehand, ok?” I plan out for her.

“Ok!” El says enthusiastically.

“I’ll see you then!”

“Ok!” I respond happily.

“See you later!”

Eleven’s perspective:

I hung up feeling excited for the night and hop into my bed and scream into my pillow. I always thought that Y/N is a cool person, one of the last to join our “gang” Mike calls it. I guess it’s another word for group. I wanted to ask what it meant, but I feel this weird feeling when I ask too many questions, to the point where I think I annoy some of the people in our “gang”.

I remember asking what a “sea-urchin” was while we were talking about our science class studies about the ocean, then Lucas was annoyed and said “it’s just a kind of aquatic spike ball, genius.” then Max yelled at him for it. Ever since I felt like asking questions is bad, but not around Y/N. I feel like I can ask as many questions I want around her. I don’t know what to wear for the drive-in movie though, it seems so important for this meet up, especially since it’s just us… just us.

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Pt. 2

Y/N’s perspective:

I drive to Eleven’s house, kind of nervous. I’m nervous because it’s just gonna be us chilling together. Usually we’re around the gang, but I think it’s gonna be awkward even though we’re close friends. I drive up to her house rolling the window on the driver’s side and see her through the window, but quickly disappears and right at to door, waving goodbye to Joyce.

I put the car in park and get out the car for El to get into the driver’s seat with the car still on, and she happily hopped in, and I shut the door for her. I go to the other side and shut the door once I got in.

“Well you seem excited!” I say, putting on my seatbelt.

“Yeah… I’ve never really driven a car before…” El answered, caressing the wheel, beginning to feel nervous.

“Well, are you gonna make this kitty purr?” I say, patting the head of the car.

Eleven looked at me with a confused look not knowing what that meant.

“It’s a saying for driving, you know, when the engine purrs when you drive it or speed it up!” I explain to her.

“Oh.” Eleven responded, grasping onto the wheel and looking forward with a slight smile.

“Anyways, you ready?” I chuckle.

El looks around the car, trying to figure out how to make it start moving. I notice and immediately blush in embarrassment.

“Oh sorry! Uhm here’s the gear stick, it’s on park right now because it’s on the P, see? The P is for Park, the R is for reverse, the N is for Neutral, D for Drive, and L for Low. So put the gear stick on D like this!” I demonstrate how to move the stick, then move it back for her to try as she watches closely.

“Your turn!”

Eleven slowly grabs the gear stick and moves it to Drive.

“There, now there is pedals at your feet; clutch, brake, and accelerator in that order. You won’t need to mess with the clutch one much, but the other two sound like what they are. The brake is stop and the accelerator is go. Try slowly pressing on the accelerator with your foot while steering back onto the road.” I explain as I watch her look at the pedals and back to me.

She slowly presses on the accelerator and slowly steers the car into the street.

I watch as she slowly moves into the road and drives.

“You can go a little faster now.” I say gently as I point at the speed limit sign on the side of the road.

She slowly accelerates the car and goes the speed limit.

“Wow, you’re already a natural at this!” I say as I roll down my window and hang my hand out to enjoy the breeze.

“You see the bump in the distance? You gotta slow down when we’re closer to it to hit it.” I warn Eleven as she focuses on the road.

She slowly drives the car a long as we get closer, and we go over the speed bump.

“Wow, I’m impressed!” I say as she speeds up to the speed limit again.

“Do you think you can turn or do you need help?” I turn to look at Eleven for an answer.

“Maybe…” El says hesitantly.

“Here slow down and I’ll help you turn.”

She slows down and I place my hands onto her hands on the wheel.

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Pt. 3 coming soon (sorry pt. 2 was so short this time, I haven’t been writing lately)

#eleven hopper #jane hopper #jane hopper x reader #female y/n

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vendetta-if · 2 years

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Spare me because I'm not feeling well. I am a sucker for this.

ROS +UNCLE LUKA REACT TO FLOWER CROWNS.

🥺

I don't know why I like them.

Aww I hope you get well soon 🙏 and for your question, I’m gonna assume MC is the one who made and gave the flower crowns to the characters and that MC and the ROs are officially dating 🥰

Also, I might’ve gotten a bit carried away with Luka’s section; I had a blast writing it 😂

Ash

“M—MC, what—?” They fluster as you gently set the flower crown on top of their tousled hair. You step back and admire your handiwork; you almost chuckle as the colorful flowers contradict their black leather jacket and jeans.

They reach up gingerly to touch the crown, cheeks flushing bright red. “D—Do I look good? I think it might take down my intimidation factor by quite a bit,” they joke. You send them a thumbs up, reassuring them that they look cute perfect!

They won’t take it off for the rest of the day, and when the other members of the family look at them funny, they’ll just glare. “What the fuck are you looking at, huh?” They bark in irritation.

Rin

They stay quiet as you gently set the flower crown on their head. You step back and admire your handiwork and… oh wow, they actually wear it really well. Somehow, it adds to their aura of elegance despite the colorful flowers standing out from their more sleek, modern, and sharp formal outfit.

They stand proudly. “Well?” They cock their eyebrow inquisitively at you. “How do I look? Like a mix of a businessman and a fairy undoubtedly,” they deadpan. You tell them sincerely that they look perfect. They nod knowingly, as if already expecting the answer.

They’ll end up wearing it for the rest of the day, meeting with other important people. Most are reluctant to comment on it while some complimented their new look.

Santana

“Oh!” They say softly as you gently set the flower crown on top of their head. You step back and admire your handiwork; the colorful flowers seem to brighten the usually tired face of the overworked detective, bringing out the beautiful hazel color of their eyes.

“You made it yourself, MC? It’s really nice… Thank you…” They send you a fond smile. “I bet they kinda clash with my outfit… But I don’t care,” they say, glancing down at their more subdued-colored outfit.

They decide to wear the flower crown for the rest of the day. Some of their more annoying colleagues snicker and send snide comments about it as they pass, but they don’t pay them any mind; the only thing they care is that MC made it especially for them and they love it.

Skylar

“Oh! What’s that, MC?” You quickly swerve out of their range as they try to grab the flower crown, insisting on putting it on them yourself. They concede. “Alright, alright…” they sigh as you set it down on top of their head.

You step back and admire your handiwork and… okay, the colorful flowers actually don’t clash that much with their outfit, instead, they seem to bring out the clear blue of their eyes even more.

Striking the generic superhero pose, they grin lopsidedly as they glance at you. “Ooh! I already know I look handsome/pretty just from seeing your face right now,” they chuckle.

You pout and huff, turning away indignantly. They start chuckling even louder as you send them a stink-eye. They step closer to you and give you a peck on the cheek fondly. “Awww, please don’t get mad, MC. You’re just too cute!”

They wear the flower crown all day long, taking selfies with some fans along the way and soon, the pictures go viral online, especially among their fanbase. Suddenly, wearing flower crown becomes a trend for quite a while in Elysium City.

Luka

“Uh… What’s this, MC?” He gingerly touches the flower crown that you set down on his head, the black leather gloves run over the flower petals with surprising gentleness .

You step back to admire your handiwork. You suppress a chuckle; the colorful flowers stand out boldly from Uncle Luka’s dark, midnight hair and they clash strongly against his all black outfit.

“Flower crown, huh? I see you haven’t lost the touch of creativity that you’ve had ever since you were just a wee little boy/girl/kid.” He ruffles your hair fondly. “Thanks, kiddo.”

He wears the flower crown for the rest of the day, not really giving a fuck what anyone thinks and no one dares to say anything about it… Except for his own boyfriend. When he sees Luka, Jackal bursts out cackling.

Luka pouts. “Hey! Stop laughing! My nephew/niece/nibling made this for me, alright? And I want to support them,” Luka huffs.

“Oh, I’m not laughing at the flower crown itself; it’s really well-made.” Jackal wipes away a tear.

“Ha ha, I get it; you’re laughing at me. I’ll just take it off—”

Jackal grabs Luka’s hand, quickly intercepting him from reaching the flower crown, and steps close to him. “Nope, don’t you dare take it off. I think you look adorable with it,” he says softly, tip-toeing to give Luka a quick kiss on the lips, before stepping back out of Luka’s reach just as quickly.

“And you better still be wearing it tonight, alright?” He winks naughtily at Luka, who’s still standing frozen in place, blue eyes blinking owlishly and a flush coloring his usually pale cheeks.

Luka shakes his head, snapping himself out of his momentary stupor. “Yes, sir…” he chuckles, flashing Jackal a half-flirtatious, half-mischievous little grin.

#asks #if: vendetta #full cast ros #ro reactions #drabble #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #char: luka #char: jackal #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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smilesrobotlover · 16 days

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So for King of the Gerudo you brought up some world building ideas involving the Knights and Maiden titles being the highest honor someone can get, and the Champions being the first examples of non Hylians getting those titles. And as a fellow over thinker in world building, I just can't help but wonder about the different responses people would have to it.

How would the Hylians feel, would they feel it's more deserved and fine, given then Champions had helped save them all during the Calamity, or are there some spiteful ones who see it as an insult to Hylian customs and traditions. Has this spiraled into some people doubting Zelda's choice on the matter, thinking she's putting emotion over reason, choosing to give her friends better titles and disregard their traditions.

Or the Zora and the Rito, both of whom seem to be a little more honor bound. Would some of the more older Zora see it as a passive aggressive way for the Hyrulean Monarch to reiterate that their own Princess is below that of Zelda and the King of Hyrule, that a maiden is still one level below them? Would it lead to people questioning King Dorephan's more passive nature, that perhaps he isn't as outspoken for the Zora's 'honor'? How would the Rito respond to this, who seem to have a little more pride towards their dominion over the sky and their superior archery skills? Is it an insult that Revali was ranked alongside a princess, chieftain, and lord as if a way to cheaply elevate him, almost like a participation trophy?

Or how about some of the Yiga, noting how Impa was dubbed a Maiden but Kogha, in spite of his 'brave' defiance to Ganon, wasn't. Maybe now there are some Yiga who consider this a slight towards them, spawning a very small group of defecting Yiga going against the greater Yiga's reintegration into Hyrulesl's greater collective.

Idk, I'm definitely overthinking all of this and none of this needs answers or any thought put into it, but dang did my brain go a little overboard as I dreamed of this 😅

Oooh yes it’ll be a huge deal. I haven’t thought about the zora situation, but it makes perfect sense! It’s strange how Zelda and Rhoam seem to be of higher authority than Dorephan and mipha, and I think that with the status of a champion and a maiden, a lot of zora will be mad. Idk about the Rito tho, I think they’ll be happy that they’re finally out there, and some Rito may believe that they may be able to reach knighthood or maidenhood someday. But I know some will be upset that it was Revali to be called. But I won’t get into that drama UwU

Some Hylians will be VERY upset about all of this. The people already doubt Zelda’s ability to lead, and to see her accept non Hylians as knights and maidens will seem like breaking tradition, or even blasphemous. Now the soldiers who worked close to her won’t care. They saw how she led battling the calamity, and how she cared for each soldier, so they trust her. But a lot of people like the many gossipers will be upset. They’ll think that Hylians will never have a chance to be called as a knight or a maiden ever again (which isn’t true, those aren’t easy titles to achieve anyways).

Another thing is that it sorta breaks the mold. Knights are meant to parallel the hero, and tho he has a lot of magic, for a lot of incarnations like AOC link, he mostly just uses his fighting skills, not magic. And so to see knights that are proficient at magic will be a big deal, and many people will think that they’re not worthy of a knightly title because of it. Same thing with the maidens. Urbosa, Mipha, and Impa are magically gifted, but they are also very strong fighters. Take away their magic and they’ll still kick your butts. So many people that they’re not worthy of the title of a maiden because of that.

And the yiga…. Oh man… there will be drama with the yiga, and I’m sure a lot of them will be upset, but Impa never defied the Royal family, so she and Kogha’s situation aren’t similar enough to me to cause too much drama. It’s just another instance of the Sheikah being loved by the royal family and not the yiga (but the yiga kinda did that to themselves lol. But I have many thoughts on the yiga for sure)

But yeah overall mostly Hylians and zora will be offended by this. Everyone else may be excited that they’ll have a chance to reach knighthood and maidenhood.

#the people look up to Rhoam more so he’ll really try to take the heat of it all and tell people to calm down #but yeah drama ✨#asks #king of the Gerudo

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heartstringsduet · 11 months

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oh michelle sweet woodruff for the flower prompt 👀

When suddenly, you can type 1k+ in an hour no sweat but you can't step into your WIPs. Thanks for prompting me dear Tessa. Also, woodruff is pretty famous in Germany to flavor drinks and jelly.

Sweet Woodruff. Humility “Promise me you won’t laugh, but…"

If you asked people what Carlos Reyes was known for, they’d say cooking (only TK would answer “loving me”). It wasn’t a rarity for TK to bring homemade lunch and to have only half of it left because Marjan wanted to “test its spice level”, “Mateo wanted to see “if it tastes like my Tia’s cooking” and Paul tasted to see if his version of the dish was better than Carlos’. Once TK started coming home with a grumbling stomach and a sour mood, Carlos started packed extra. They called it the 126 portion. Half for TK, half for everyone else.

So when the bakery Captain Vega had ordered cakes for Evie and Izzy’s birthdays cancelled last minute, and the stress filled the rig like it was mixed into the air, TK suggested, “Carlos is off today. He could make the cakes.”

Cap looked at him briefly from the passenger seat, her arms still wound tightly around her chest. “Really? Is he a good baker?”

“He’s an amazing cook.”

“A cook does not make a baker though,” Cap mused.

“If his baking is half as good as his cooking, the girls will be in heaven,” Nancy said from the back of the rig, making TK beam in pride and nod.

“I don’t want to just put this on him-”

“Let me ask him!” TK offered. “I’m sure he’ll love to make something for the girls. And we all know they’re a little in love with him still, so getting their crush to bake them the birthday cake? Two birds, one stone.”

“Two cakes, one dreamboat of a baker,” Nancy chimed in.

Carlos agreed, reluctantly. TK could hear hesitancy in his tone and his pauses. It didn’t help that once he said yes, Cap listed her girls’ dietary restrictions and wishes with Carlos on the speaker. One raspberry chocolate cake - gluten free - no sprinkles but lots and lots of crushed candy on top and cut into the shape of a heart ; one classic birthday cake but with an ombre effect on the outside of the three layers. Even TK gulped at the detailed instructions and he had never baked a single cake before.

“I realize what a tall order this is- just- never mind Carlos,” Cap interrupted herself, “Just get a normal and a chocolate gluten free cake mix and call it a day. Those were just the wishes we gave to the catering but - they’ll love anything you make. I'm sure of it.”

“No,” Carlos told her. “No, of course they’ll get the cakes they wished for. It’s their birthday.”

It’s past midnight when TK comes home, weary bones carrying him up to his apartment but the smell of baked goods resuscitate him. He can almost taste the vanilla sprinkles batter on his tongue, feel the raspberry buttercream on his hands, the still warm dough of the pieces of cake Carlos had to cut away for the heart form.

Still in shift, TK had texted Carlos ‘DO NOT wash away the batters and creams from the bowls. DO NOT’

Carlos hadn’t replied. But as he steps in, TK’s mouth falls open. The kitchen is in a state he’s never seen it before. He didn’t know they had this many bowls to begin with. This many utensils, even this much counter space to put everything on. It’s a wonder the sugar container hasn’t fallen over yet.

Carlos doesn’t even seem to hear him come in. When TK walks closer, the tense form of his husband gets added to by a frown, sweat on his brows, as Carlos leans down and raises a trembling hand holding a cake lifter toward the edge of something TK can’t see from this angle.

He waits until Carlos releases an unhappy sound and straightens back up to say, “Hey babe. Are you okay? How are the cakes looking?”

When Carlos turns to him, full bodied, there is a gleam of something that can only be called madness in his eyes. “The cakes?”

“Yes…the cakes?” TK tries for humor “Unless you’re building a bomb over there?”

He walks over and attempts to enter the kitchen space but Carlos suddenly steps into his way. “No. Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” TK asks, dread slowly sinking in at how truly distressed his husband seems. “What is going on?”

“The cakes aren’t done yet. I- I tried. I searched for a recipe, finally found the perfect one, gluten free, one naked cake. I got all the ingredients. I stuck to the recipe. I swear I did! But the batter was too runny and then I kept it in too long so the top burned and then i had to start again but I over whipped the buttercream and when I finally got the cake layers done they were still too hot so the new batch buttercream ran and I had to go back to the store and get new ingredients to-”

TK takes Carlos face in both hands, just like Carlos would when TK spiraled. “Hey, hey, breathe baby, breathe.”

Air whizzes out, high and sharp but Carlos seems to relax the more free breaths he takes. TK never lets go of his face. He swipes a thumb over the flour dusted cheek until Carlos’ skin regains its normal color.

“Now, are you still working on both cakes?”

Carlos shakes his head, then winces. “One is done but-”

“Come on, show me? I’m sure it’ll be tasty. It’ll be beautiful.”

Carlos looks down at the ground. “They’re really not.”

“Shh. You’re just too hard on yourself.”

Carlos closes his eyes with a sigh. He kisses TK’s wrists, then he leads him into the kitchen. The chaos is even worse in the center of it.

“Promise me you won’t laugh,” Carlos asks, blocking the cake with his body.

Before TK has a chance to reassure him, Carlos has turned back around with a plate in his hand. The cake on it looks a bit uneven, crumbs are mixed into the chocolate buttercream outside and Carlos has overdone it with the colorful candy topping. If TK squints, and truly, mostly because he knows it’s supposed to be, he can guess the uneven arches on top make it heart-shaped.

He is still smitten with his husband; not a day goes by he’s not in awe of something mundane Carlos does. Just today he marveled at how quickly and accurately Carlos flossed.

The cake isn’t picture perfect, isn’t what he knows Carlos had envisioned. TK still wants an exact copy of it for Valentines.

“Babe, Izzy will freak out. It’s beautiful.”

“It’s not perfect.”

“Carlos, you tried to save their birthday, you made the cakes they wished for. They’ll better be over the moon for them, or I will eat all of it myself in revenge.”

TK goes over to the chunks of chocolate cake that lay discarded on the crowded counter. He takes it and dips it into the pink cream in the bowl next to it. It’s sweet, rich and delicious. “I love it.” He walks over, gives Carlos a kiss. Carlos tastes like birthday cake batter. “They’ll love it. I’m sure they will.”

Carlos finally seems to relax, a tightrope cut through until tension leaves exhaustion. Even tired he manages a small smile. “The last time you had too much cake you spent a few painful hours in the bathroom. So maybe don’t try again?”

TK huffs. “That was one time. And I’m sure the cake was expired or something.”

“Uhuh.”

“Come on. You want me to help with the other cake or not?”

“Please. But again, promise not to laugh because this one looks worse.”

It does look worse. TK smiles a bit, but then they both make sure that the second cake looks at least decent enough to save Carlos’ reputation. The 126 will ask for a Carlos Cake for each of their birthdays.

#michelle writes #flowers in the window #tarlos #tarlos fic #tarlos drabble #tarlos fluff #why do these always end up so LONG #I vow to make the next one short

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