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Searching For Redemption (Chapter 4/5)

(Male!Forest Spirit x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Male! Forest Spirit x Gender Neutral! Noble! Reader

Genre: Slow Burn, fluff, historical fantasy

Warnings: Descriptions of Blood and animal violence

Word Count: 2827 words

Summary: You've become accustomed to your new life, if only a bit. How will a trip back into civilization change that?

A/N: We're here!! The penultimate (not final, whoops) chapter!! Next ones going to be a doozy, so I hope y'all enjoy ❤️

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5

It’s early in the morning, as early as you can go, when you head to the market for the first time.

It had been 3 weeks since marrying Cernon, though it felt like no time had passed at all. Your daily routine of manual labor and organizing made the days bleed together, the nights usually a quick dinner and a crash into bed. Time was kept in your mind by moments with Cernon. He’d slowly begun to talk more and more, chit chatting as you work or while you washed up during the night. He’d even complimented your deweeding skills a few days ago, a small ‘good job’ that had you flush with accomplishment. He was opening up, slowly, but surely.

Being back in town felt surreal. You’d grown used to the murmuring silence of the forest, of being sweaty and filthy as you fed, cleaned, and cooked. Now you’re out on the streets, where people could see you, talk to you, judge you. Unlike when you lived in the castle, there were no intimidating knights or carriage windows to hide behind. It’s terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time.

Only a few shops are open, mostly run by older folks who stick to their own schedule. It’s enough for you to pick up essentials from your shopping list, all while still staying discrete.

The first store you enter is one of your old favorites. Not that you had ever been inside, of course, but the cute outdoor patio was one of the favorite sites from the carriage. It was also run by the only shopkeep you knew personally, an adorable older woman, Doreen who would personally deliver the fresh pastries to your driver. She often went out of her way to hand you a couple extra muffins, knowing they are your favorite.

A bell chimes as you push open the door, hot oven air and the smell of fresh pastries washing over you. Those muffins you love are already put out on a platter on top of the display case, a little sign saying ‘Today’s special’ written in fine penmanship.

“In a minute, dear!” An old voice shouts, not silencing the muttering chit-chat from the kitchen. You wondered if the owner had multiple pastry chefs who worked for her, or maybe it was just her family getting ready for the day. You daydream about this hidden life you would have never learned about in the castle as you browse, fingers dancing across the display case.

Theres the swing of a door, pushed open by the owner, her apron already speckled with flour.

“What can I do for you-”

You both jolt when she drops her wooden spoon, finally getting a look at her first customer of the day. Her mouth hangs open and you can feel your ears get hot.

“Um, is everything alright?”

Apparently three weeks of desperately trying to read Cernon has honed your ability, as you can see the million thoughts racing across her face all at once. It’s in her eyes, her posture, and her still open mouth.

But she’s a pro at this game, and as quickly as you notice it she’s composed herself. A big, warm smile replaces the shock.

“I just wasn’t expecting to see you in the flesh, your majesty. To be honest, you’re a bit taller than I thought you’d be, after only seeing you through a window all these years.”

You both laugh, a breath of fresh air as all that anxiety leaves you in a moment.

“I’d imagine so, but I'm sure I lost a few inches from having to hunch in that carriage seat. All that money and you’d think they’d design more ergonomic cushions.”

You can practically hear your father now, scolding you for even daring to imply shoddy castle craftsmanship, even worse, mention money so plainly. It’s unbecoming of a noble, he’d curse at you, before slapping your wrist.

“Oh, and I was just thinking of buying that new silver studded one for my pets.” She jests, patting herself on the arm. “Guess I’ll have to settle for a tiara, times really are tough.” She winks and you chuckle again. The feeling in the air is lighthearted, warm, so different from taking trips to town from before. The conversation is so casual, so easy, you don’t even notice the hushed silence coming from the back, nor the wandering eyes of curious old women.

“Now, what can I get you darling?”

“Nothing crazy, I just remembered how much I loved your sourdough and thought I’d swing by. Oh and can I get five of the muffins, please?” Doreen nods, grabbing a pair of tongs and a satchel as she puts away the pastries. You let your eyes wander to the back shelf, seeing jars of flour, sugar, and even some jams. The large window into the kitchen beckons your gaze, your periphery just glancing three sets of peering eyes, which jerk away as you finally focus.

Huh, weird.

But then you see a neatly wrapped jar, decorated with a blue ribbon, on the shelf. It’s a little more full than the others, with a label and an itty bitty price tag.

“Could I also get some if that fig jam?”

Doreen glances backwards. “Sure thing, hon. I actually just started putting that out today, so you’ll be the first to taste my jam recipe.” Doreen laughed to herself. “Happy to know it will actually sell, too.”

“Well I’m extra excited. My husband loves figs, so I’m sure he’ll give an honest review.”

Doreen pauses mid motion, a muffin dropping into the bag from a limp tong. Somehow, the quiet of the back got even quieter. That familiar tension crawls up your back once more, remembering that first meeting with Cernon. All the fear you had for the beast in the woods.

Doreen coughs, clearly trying to hide her shock. “Well, I look forward to-”

“Whats he like?”

One of the spying eyes from the back pipes up, now easily recognizable as the fruit stand owner down the street. Doreen whips back around to her with a glare.

“Well we know he likes figs, thats for sure?” Says the other spy, the florist form next door.

“I didn’t realize he could eat produce, I assumed it was a meat only situation.” The end of the trio is the head seamstress from the tailors, fidgeting her hands back and forth.

“Ugh, could you imagine the morning breath? I think not.” The fruit stand owner replies, shuddering at the thought. “I won’t even kiss my Henry after he eats a pork pie, nonetheless raw meat.”

“I didn’t say raw meat, I said only meat.” Chides the seamstress. “My god, he’s not an animal.”

“Not like your Henry, at the very least.”

Doreen lays a hand in her hip, unimoressed with their banger. “You ladies done with you’re clucking? I have a customer, here.”

“Sod off, Doreen, you’re saying you’re nor curious?” Fruit stand owner snaps back, but with a friendly chide in her tone. “Besides, they just got married, it’s only polite to ask how the groom’s doing.”

Her other two spies don’t even look to believe her excuse, but Doreen rolls her eyes the hardest.

“Yeah, sure.” Doreen turns back to you “Sorry about them, dear. Y’know us old bats and our gossip.”

“Oh, its okay.” It really isn’t, but the opening they have given you is perfect for your second goal of the day. “I know some people were…shocked by the announcement. But he’s really not as monstrous as people describe, he’s actually very sweet and-”

“Is he romantic?” Fruit stand says, cutting off both you and Doreen. Florist slaps her on the shoulder

“Waste of a question, Marge. Obviously he’s a romantic, we all heard how he proposed.”

“I know that Edith.” Marge backs. “But unlike you, I want to hear the whole story, not what everyone’s talking about it.”

“Oh I bet it was a dream.” Seamstress sighs, a fond look in her eyes. “On one knee, his heart on his sleeve, a ring he crafted from precious gemstones from all over the world. But how did he ask the question?”

“Does he cook? All the best men know how to cook.” Marge adds on, craning her head over the others.

“Cooking’s a plus, sure, but does he know to clean? That's the sign of a real winner.” Edith interjects, crossing her arms like she’s had personal experience with the issue.

“Or does he bring you his prize game from the forest? I read a novel like that once, the male lead seemed like a catch and a half.” The seamstress interjects, that dreamlike look still in her eyes.

Doreen is annoyed, trying to ignore them and encourage you to do so well. But you’re a little shell-shocked. When you had first cooked up the cover story, you thought you'd have to sell it a lot more. You definitely weren’t expecting people to eat it up like the morning gossip, nor did you expect such…questions

The story went that the beast, upon first glance with your majesty, had fallen madly in love. He had fought and killed those knights in an attempt court their highness, convinced in his “barbaric” ways that his feats of strength in defeating rival suitors would prove his worthiness to them.

In an act of courage, your majesty had approached the creature, explaining human courting customs properly. Maddened by affection, the beast gave his deepest apologies and crafted a ring of precious jewels, declaring his love in a proper way. Moved by the beast’s feelings and cordiality, their majesty accepted, leaving behind their life of luxury to be with their one true life.

A part of you wanted to tell them that no, Cernon wasn’t a great chef. That he wasn’t necessarily a romantic per say, usually knee deep in muck and laughing when you slipped and fell. He was bad at keeping things in order and frankly, his hair got everywhere.

But he was good at hunting and he always did the dishes when you cooked for you both. He picked up when you slipped and told you how to stand in the mud so you’re more stable. He helped find a place for all your bathroom products and when he noticed you shivering at night, he’d throw an arm and his blanket around you till you get warm again. Cernon was real, genuine, all the messy things in between.

And he had killed people.

That was why you had sold the romanticism of the story so much. That special kind of longing, almost obsession, that seems so glamorous on the outside that you can forgive all the dirty parts you aren’t experiencing.

You feel a bit sick to your stomach, that soft memory of Cernon’s arms wrapped around now xon striding and hot. It was wet and had a metal tang.

“Dear? Everything alright?” You’re snapped back into the present and out of thr unknown, four old women staring at you curiosly.

“Oh yes, I just…” You pick at your knuckles, an old habit from childhood, “...It’s been so wonderful these past weeks, I guess it’s the honeymoon bliss.” You rest you chin in thr plan if yoru hand for added effect. “Not sure if I’m an accurate witness.”

The three in the back bluster, eyes darting in between each other like they know they're gonna gossip more about this later. Doreen’s smile is softer, content with your own happiness.

“Well, I’m glad to see it’s well and good. Now, you three,” Doreen points her spatula to the hens, “Go back and finish up the dishes from breakfast with these idle hands of yours. It’s too early for this much chit-chat.”

The three graciously retreat, though you do hear a little bit of murmuring of excited banter. Doreen rolls her eyes, handing you your groceries as you pass over some coin.

Before you can back away, she grabs your wrist.

“If you need anything, just always know we’re here, ok dear?” She pats the top of your hand, “You don’t have to do anything alone.”

You smile, whispering a shaky ‘thanks’ and rushing out before the tears fully settle in your eyes.

While it wasn’t necessarily needed, it was nice knowing you had someone in your corner.

—

The rest of the grocery shopping goes by with ease. Most of the shopkeeps are too baffled by your humble appearance to ask any prying questions, even though you can tell they want to. You are even able to pick up some extra stuff for a recipe Cernin wants to try out. He had read it in a cookbook brought from the palace and you had caught him eyeing over the text multiple times since then.

But the hours of stares and walking do get a bit tiring, leaving you drained by the time you reach the forest edge. With the boughs of trees shifting and shadows leaping out of the way to make your way back home, your mind is elft wandering.

Who exactly were you falling for? The beast in the woods, or Cernon?

—

You’re hunched over, wiping sweat from your neck with a handkerchief, when it happens.

It’s the heat of the day, a morning of barn deep-cleaning behind you, and Cernon is in the kitchen grabbing water for you both. As much as he shied away from your more material things, he’s taken up to filling your nice pitcher with lemon water every morning.

You’re a bit away from the house, sitting on a shady patch of grass. The thick forest side looks a little less ominous than before, but still conceals the shuffling and trotting of the boar. It’s only when she trots a few feet away from your patch that you notice her at all, jolting in surprise. She reminds you a bit of Sheila, one of the few pigs you’ve ever met, but far more grizzled. Maybe that's why you don’t feel as anxious as you should when she begins to huff, eyeing you warily. Pure inexperience proves to be to your detriment at this moment. You begin to kiss your lips together, rubbing your fingers together with a false treat. You’ve seen Cernon do this to the girls before.

Maybe she’s hurt? She seems nervous.

You slowly rise to your knees and her size becomes more apparent at eye level. If you had thought your hogs were massive before, that assumption has swiftly been corrected.

It takes only the smallest movement, a 2-inch step forward to spook her. That snuffling you associate with the girls isn’t playful or content, it’s a warning. It’s in a millisecond that you realize you’re in danger, the same millisecond that the boar charges.

You fall from your uneven footing and onto your butt, crawling backwards with wide eyes. The boar's tusks gleam in the light, all hard edges and bone white. Your stomach sinks low, your heart beating directly in your ears. Everything is so fast, colors blurring together, so you barely even register when Cernon pounces on the boar.

All you can see is the strong plane of his back, one set of his arms holding onto the boars tusks and the other digging his hands into the ground. The boar's sheer mass is able to push him back a couple feet, but he uses her tusks as leverage to whip her head around and throw her off her center. His hands lose grip on her weapons, both of them discombobulated as they try to regain the upper hand. His back paws dig leaves trails of upturned dirt behind him.

He swings one of his massive clawed hands at her face, trying to take out her eyes, but he misses. The boar has corrected herself and swings her large head under Cernon’s arms, colliding with his chest with a sickening crack. Spit flies from Cernons mouth as a breath claws its way out of him. His name dies on your lips, terror and shock robbing your voice from you.

But then Cernon roars.

It’s deep, shuddering through the ground and the woods as his claws dig into the boar's sides, raking deep crimson lines as she squeals. He uses both arms to push her up and away from his chest, throwing her against the side of a tree. She collides with a thud but rolls down, body limp.

Cernon falls to his knees, his chest heaving. You scramble onto your legs, nearly face planting as you run toward him.

His eyes, exhausted, swoop towards you. He bites his lip as a shock of pain coils through him, grasping his side. But he’s able to turn towards the house, barely applying pressure to push himself up to stand. Your arms swoop under his shoulders, just above his lower set of arms. The adrenaline is so potent, you don’t even register how heavy he is.

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A Short Introduction A 1994 copy of Wired magazine contained a full-page illustration of Marc Thorpe, showing a radio-controlled tank and a chainsaw attached to its top. It was an advertisement for Robot Wars, which later became the BattleBots TV show you are probably familiar with. I thought, "I am made for this!" and went on to win many trophies. It's not bad for a software engineer. I found a Remote Area Medical DVD (RAM) while browsing DVDs in a local thrift shop last year. The one I bought was made in 2013. After spending just a dollar, and then spending 90 minutes of my time, I thought again after 27 years. Here's how I turned that desire into reality. Belmont, Nevada Every few years, I visit a hunting camp. It's very remote. It is impossible to get cell service, so I a can read b and listen to podcasts. I've found that I can hear stations from the east coast if I use the 1/4-wave antenna. This was again proven when I was listening to an old sermon from Dr. Gene Scott on WWZR, GA at 5935 KHz. He urged his church members not to just show up Sunday mornings, but to get involved in their local communities for the good of God. * Tonopah, Nevada I broke camp to go into town for breakfast. I arrived too early to get eggs and pancakes at the restaurants and too late to have lunch so I needed to rest my feet. After some delicious barbeque, it was time to get back on the road. I was flipping through FM stations and found "Pahrump’s only Country Music station." It informed me that there was a RAM event at the vocational school so "y’all come down." I then turned my radio off to call my wife. You won't believe it, but there is a RAM event at Pahrump. I'd like to volunteer." She said, "You go do it!" I changed my mind and hung up. I then turned on the radio again. It was all static. * I was in a dead spot and was not able to tune into that station again. Pahrump, Nevada I arrived at the school to find it was hosting an event. The event was quite ordinary, with the exception of the RAM 18-wheeler that was parked at the side and the scattered portable generators around the perimeter. It was already 2 PM, and there were many people in scrubs eating outside. They had surgical masks down to their chins. I approached them and asked where the volunteer check-in was. "You can enter the building through there (pointing at the doors), but you must wear a mask." I knew of the medical futility, and government control aspects to masking for the frauddemic. So I turned around and got into my Jeep. My brain prodded me* to get on the street. No mask necessary." I turned around and parked my car next to one the generators because I knew that there would be a door open to allow the power cables to pass through. In a Star Trek movie, James T. Kirk said "Learn how things works." Maskless, I presented myself at the volunteer check-in counter and offered my services as site security. "I have five years experience in church security. I am certified in both verbal de-escalation techniques and proportional escalation, if required. And I have all of my own gear." A co-sponsor of this event placed her hand on mine and said, "You are the answer to my prayer." I reported to the outdoors lead and was told that my shift would be from 8 to 10 am. These long hours have been done before, so I went to Wal-Mart to buy spare socks, Gold Bond powder to prevent inchiness, and 5-Hour Energy and Kind bars. I was able to make it to sunrise. Friday Night RAM exists to provide free medical care for those who can't afford it. Medical professionals are required to volunteer their services to a community that is in need. This is almost every community. These are the major focus areas. Dentistry Optometry General health Mental well-being Patients can check in at the gates at midnight. Services begin at 6 am. When I arrived at the gate, the cars were already lining up outside and 32 cars had been waiting when we opened it.

The check-in procedure is to get the name and need of the patient and line up their vehicle. It's that simple. It's to manage the limited resources and time available. My heart quickly changed from a slightly procedural tone to one of compassion as I began this task. Have you ever had to wait four hours for someone to come up to you and tell them that they don't use meth. But not me. But I was there all night, right up to the dawn, as their first point of contact. I began to get to know people and learn about their lives. A friend of mine in Alberta Canada lost most of her garden to a hailstorm. She was trying to grow food for her family. As I listened, laughed and smiled with these people, I thought to my self "The right kind of hailstorm in mine would place me in the same circumstance." But that hasn't happened yet. I was ready to serve by my willingness and my talents. The medical providers had already seen 233 patients by the time I left on Saturday morning at 10:01 AM and provided the equivalent of more than $101,000 in services. The same co-organizer was there as I was on my way to take a shower and get some sleep before heading home. "You were great. "I hope you're coming home tonight for day two." That was something I hadn't thought of. So I moved to the side and called my wife once more. "They considered me an asset and asked me to continue working tonight." "What do they think?" "I believe that I'm here, it's working and I should do it. Dan, I knew you would. * So I said yes. Saturday Night I was back at 8 PM. Although the line was shorter, I did recognize some of them. In fairness and to help as many people as possible the patients who had been there the night before were offered the option of either vision or dental service, but not both. Many people returned to the hospital the next night to be treated in the specialty that best suits their needs. In the gym of the school of dentistry, there were 20 bays. There were many instruments, sutures and numbing agents. Four autoclaves were even used to reprocess instruments. I felt that all of the dentistry was well supervised. It was 3:00 AM, and I decided to take some photos and pray over the areas. Asking God to make the decisions and skills of the doctors and the patient outcomes a success made me feel a little more awake. Many smiling faces returned to their cars, with many gauze-covered mouths. For the second crowd, the check-in process was slightly different because many people had arrived by word of mouth rather than following the official announcements on radio and Facebook. Although it didn't feel as busy, the numbers by Sunday noon were much higher with 394 patients and $172,000 of services. Also, I learned that the fancy 18 wheeler contained machines that could grind custom lenses for patients. So on Sunday, many people were returning to get new glasses. Free of charge. Only a small part of the team was working all night. I learned that there was an increase in people seeking mental well-being. This is evidently due to the sociopathic fear our governments have placed on people over the past 2 years, the conflict with Ukraine, as well as the rising costs of food, fuel and rent. Driving home There was a lot I could reflect on. I was an introvert so constant interaction with people took a lot from me. I was already charged up from the two days of camping. But I also took in the glimpses into other people's lives I was given. It wasn't about spreading joy; they came because they were in desperate need of it. I was able to help the team. If you are still able to fog a mirror, I encourage you to sign up for RAM events. These funding options will help you cover the cost of transportation and lodging. Cancel Netflix/Disney+/Amazon Prime (they are all evil corporations anyway) For six months, stop drinking Starbuck's coffee Stop drinking alcohol for six months Make a budget for it now. Sign up to volunteer

It is hard work. It is hard work if done correctly, but it is worth it when God comes alongside you to help you. The RAM people are great. I've volunteered to teach Sunday School, to drill water wells for Honduras, and to serve on a medical mission in Haiti. There is nothing like helping fellow Americans in need. So, go! Never forget the mission. All comments will be replied to: [email protected] Footnote * These asterisks detail instances where God worked in my life, and without any doubt, during these two days. You can say the most powerful prayer you ever make is "Lord here am I" like Samuel, the young prophet.

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Our second morning we drove to the Valley of Fairies (see above) in a village called Achouffe. The previous day had been rainy and a bit gloomy. Well perhaps that was appropriate for wandering battle sites and memorials around Bastogne. This day was bright and...

TLDR;

...the morning drive from Château d'Hassonville had taken us through beautiful countryside and quaint villages. I remarked the Ardennes weren't as dramatic or wild as Germany's Black Forest. It was lovely though in a very different and more managed way and everywhere I looked was a sight to behold.

At one point we passed through a town with a valley down the middle. It was called La Roche-en-Ardenne and the river Ourthe ran through it. At one point up a steep hill suddenly in the middle of the windshield an amazing church appeared with the road hugging tightly along side. Actually it was the graveyard that took my breath away. It was so narrow but crowded and close in to the church with tall headstones of all shapes jutting up all akilter. The girls were asleep so I didn't say stop but I really should have asked G to stop.

We arrived at Achouffe early for our lunch reservation at The Little Fountain so we had a walk around the pond and browsed the gift shop for the brewery. La Chouffe beer is widely distributed in America and like many things easily gotten, I didn't appreciate it so much as when I drank it where it's made. I also didn't glimpse any fairies, gnomes, or dwarves but a delicious glamor permeated our visit.

Had an Achouffe blonde ale today (11/24/21) on draft at New Albanian Brewing Company (not pictured above.) D asked if it was as good as in Achouffe. TBH really it was. It was our first time back to NABC since Covid hit in 2020 and Steve was there and Ben, the master brewer was as well and he had a quad on. I said to her, "The Belgian beer in Belgium was as good as I expected, but no better." She smiled and said you're jaded. I expect she's right.

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Love & Great Buildings - Chapter One

Chapter: 1/19

Character/Relationship: Tom Hiddleston/Rosemary Mathews (OFC)

Genre: Romance/Angst

Summary: Three years have passed and a chance encounter brings Tom and Rosie together again. Can time make any difference or are they doomed to repeat their mistakes.

Rating: M

Author’s Notes/Warnings:  This is part nine of Last Minutes & Lost Evenings. Many thanks to @redfoxwritesstuff​ for listening to me ramble incessantly about  this story and being a sounding board when I needed it. You are a lifesaver, even if your stories break my heart.

CHAPTER ONE

  Rosemary Mathews found herself glancing once again at the clock hanging on the far wall. It was utterly ridiculous how time seemed to have come to a standstill. How can it only have been five minutes? Surely at least an hour’s past.

 The stack of papers on her desk was still dreadfully high. Bills, invoices, projection figures. If she stared at them for a moment longer she feared she’d lose what was left of her mind. What had she been thinking? Tackling the online market had been one thing. Though she still had nightmares about web design…

 But another physical store?

 She dropped her head into her hands and groaned. “God, I must have lost my mind.”  

 “Can’t lose what you never had!” Jules’ voice sounded from the hall. Rosemary had to stifle a laugh. Trust Jules to add levity to any situation, especially when it was sorely needed.

 “Some friend you are!” She retorted, giving up the ghost and pushing her chair back from the desk. She needed to walk away, if only for a short while, or she would certainly go mad. And while she knew Jules had everything to hand up front, showing her face around never hurt.

 Jules was perched on the edge of the front counter, a magazine laying half open beside her, when Rosemary emerged from the back. “You love my honesty, don’t lie.” Jules smirked, kicking her feet back and forth.

 She narrowed her eyes, pointedly glaring at Jules’ swinging legs. “I don’t recall paying you to lounge about.”

 Jules stuck out her tongue. With a roll of her eyes, Rosemary playfully smacked her in the back of the head. Mock outrage flooded Jules’ face and she reached up to rub the back of her head. “Oy! Watch it!”

 Rosemary looked around the front room; a woman was browsing through the non-fiction section and an older gentlemen was holding two cookbooks in his hands, seeming to debate which one was worthy of purchase. Otherwise the store was empty. There had been a handful of customers in the morning but that had trickled off come midday.  It was just after the New Year, and the lull was not completely unexpected. They’d done a fair run right up until Christmas and had come out ahead, which was no small feat. The slowness would pass, it always seemed to. Thankfully online sales seemed to be holding steady, so no matter what they would be fine, at least for the time being. But still Rosemary was trying, very desperately, not to panic. Maybe she’d been a bit too ambitious…

 “No, Rose,” Jules warned, snapping Rosemary’s attention back into the present. “Stop it. I know that look. We’re fine. You’re fine. Relax.”

 “Easier said than done.” Rosemary sighed, leaning against the counter. “I know,” she started again, hands raised to stop Jules’ protest. “I know we’re fine. I’ve been over the books and so has Evan. This is a risk but there is every chance it will pay off. I’m just having cold feet.”

 Jules laughed in earnest. “You overthink, my dear.” She hopped off the counter and with a knowing look walked over to help the man with the cookbook dilemma.

                                                         ___

  With the front door shut firmly behind her, Rosemary collapsed, gratefully, onto her couch and let out a sigh of relief. Exhaustion weighed down her limbs and all she wanted to do was sleep. Maybe for the next few years. She sighed at the thought. God, if only. She refused to let herself think about the massive amount of work still awaiting her attention back at Stories Untold.

 Groaning with the effort, she pushed herself up from the couch and stumbled towards the kitchen when her stomach growled making its presence known. It had been a long time since lunch and her body protested violently at her lack of self-care. But there had been far too much to do and eating had been the very last thing on her mind. She glared at the contents of her refrigerator; a wilting head of lettuce, a quart of milk, and a bottle of white wine. Take-away it is then. And a serious round of shopping tomorrow. Lest I starve and waste away to nothing.

 With a handful of menus in hand she settled herself back onto the couch to sort through her options. She shook her head at her own laziness, but she hadn’t felt the need to bother with cooking recently. After her things had fallen apart with Adam six months ago it had been simply easier to call for a pizza or a curry than to spend any effort in putting together a meal.

 It had been a mutual end; she’d loved Adam but it hadn’t been enough. His transfer to a company in America had only sealed that for her. He hadn’t asked her to come with him and she, in return, couldn’t asked him to stay. She missed him, missed his company, especially at times like this. He’d been great to bounce ideas off of and wonderful at helping to keep her grounded. They had been a good team, but in the end it wasn’t enough. So they’d agreed to part. It had been painful, letting go of the life they had started to build together, but she had done it.

 She’d struggled, at first, to find her footing again. They’d been together for a year and a half, had talked about finding a place together, building a future; but it hadn’t worked out. She was disappointed but, in the end, hadn’t really been surprised. Relationships just did not seem to mesh with her life; at least not in the recent past.

 When she and Bryan had ended, Rosemary had felt defeated but not heartbroken. She’d cared for him, but she didn’t love him and that wasn’t fair to either of them. She had far too much baggage and dragging him along had been cruel. He’d understood; he always seemed to understand, that just seemed to make it worse.

 And then she’d been alone. That had suited her, let her work through her own issues and simply enjoy being Rosemary again. Adam had come along when she least expected it. And unlike with Bryan she didn’t try to fight it. And it had been wonderful, she wouldn’t have traded any moment of it for the world. But that too had come to an end.

 She groaned and tossed the menus beside her on the couch. She was so tired that even thinking about making a decision hurt. Eyes closed she grabbed the nearest menu. A local Indian take-away. “Curry it is then.”

 Order placed, Rosemary curled herself into a comfortable ball and flipped on the television. She settled on a baking program that was nearing the finale; all tension and action. Perfect.

                                                         ___

  Rosemary took a deep breath, to steel herself. It was going to be a long day and she knew that she needed to keep herself grounded if she was ever going to make it through. She closed the file on her desk and glanced again at the invitation to its right. The white embossed paper had been both the bane of her existence and a source of great pride.

 It was to a relatively large local charity event benefiting children’s literacy and the arts. Stories Untold was involved in the auction portion on the event. And as such Rosemary was invited to attend. It was a great honor and would be fantastic publicity for the shop, especially with the expansion underway. She would have been a fool to turn it down.

 When the invitation came Jules had wasted no time at all in dragging Rosemary dress shopping. She’d good naturedly grumbled as she’d been handed dress after dress. It had taken three stores and far too many hours before they’d settled on ‘the one’. A red sleeveless number with a modest hem and a daring neckline. It was far more than she usually spent but it would work wonderfully for the event. And she felt utterly divine in it, though she was loathe to admit that to Jules, give her an inch and the bloody woman takes 10 miles…

 She glanced at the clock and groaned. The store was due to open in twenty minutes, Jules and  Tyler, the shop’s newest employee, were manning the main sales floor, leaving Rosemary firmly ensconced in the back going over the latest projections for the next month and plans for the second location. They’d settled on a site and had jumped through the necessary hoops to secure the funding and permits. They were scheduled to start set up within the next three weeks. She’d already interviewed three perspective new employees and she had planned to leave Jules to head the main store while she worked to get the new location on its feet.

 This is going to be a very, very long day.

 By mid-afternoon, Rosemary was ready to pull her hair out. She’d spent most of the morning on the phone arguing once again with the shippers they had hired. Yet another late shipment and yet another flimsy excuse.

 She had never been more grateful to see Jules standing in the office doorway. “Lunch?”

 “Oh God yes, please?” Rosemary pushed herself away from the desk. She made quick work gathering her coat and bag. With a quick wave to Tyler, she followed her friend out into the brisk January afternoon

 They ended up at the small coffee shop across the street; they had come across it several years before and found the sandwiches delightful. They always said they would branch out and try somewhere new, possibly the small bistro that opened a few streets down, but never seemed to actually follow through. Oh well, there was always tomorrow.

 Sipping her coffee, she let herself start to relax. It was a false sense of calm, to be sure, but a welcome one at least. There was still a massive amount of paperwork awaiting her and then an evening of schmoozing and networking.  But that’s later, she reasoned with herself. Plenty of time to worry about it later.

 “You excited for tonight?” Jules’ eyes were bright and she watched Rosemary intently. She was nearly vibrating out of her chair with not so suppressed excitement.

 Rosemary shrugged. “Yes and no.” She took another sip of coffee to gather her thoughts. “This is a big deal. It’s a fantastic cause and its great exposure for us. But the idea of spending hours in heels is not my idea of a good time.”

 “Maybe you’ll meet someone…” Jules offered, wriggling her eyebrows.

  “Yeah,” she shot back, “Or not. Really Jules, I think that after everything with Adam I’m ready to just be for a while.”

 Jules nodded in understanding. “Fair enough.” She took a bite of her sandwich and looked pointedly at her friend. “But it can’t hurt to look.” She held her hand up to cease Rosemary’s protest. “I’m not saying you have to do anything. But looking…”

 Rosemary picked off a small piece of bread from her sandwich and chucked it at Jules’ head. “Hush.”

 “Never,” Jules shot back with a self-satisfied grin. “Not going to happen.”

                                                       ___

  Rosemary smoothed her dress over her hips and smiled. She felt beautiful, slightly out of her comfort zone, but lovely nonetheless. She was grateful for the hair and makeup appointment Jules had good-naturedly bullied her into making. She looked stunning. It was something that she would not have been able to reproduce with any level of accuracy on her own.

 The hire car, she still couldn’t wrap her head around that, would be there in less than fifteen minutes. She paced around the living room, torn between excitement and panic. This was a large event and an even bigger deal for both her and her business. A bit of panic was warranted she tried to reason with herself. She felt a bit like Cinderella and she half feared what midnight would bring.

 The gala was in full swing, music and conversation swelling through the crowded room by the time she’d arrived. Rosemary slowly sipped her glass of wine, watching the various people milling about. The auction was set to start in forty minutes time and she hoped the wine would help settle her nerves. She’d recognized several faces in the crowd and found herself more than a little star-struck. Well Mathews, she laughed to herself, here’s to not making a complete and utter twat of yourself.

 She made her way around the room, stopping to chat with various guests and hosts alike. As she talked and carried on she found herself slowly relaxing and simply enjoying herself.

 “Rosie?”

 She froze in mid conversation with one of the benefactors of the event. Taking a steadying breath, she turned and found Tom standing behind her. His eyes were radiating warmth tinged with a sense of uncertainty and disbelief. She marveled at the picture he made; hair neat and trimmed, a fashionable day and a half’s worth of stubble on his cheeks and chin, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, dark suit cut perfectly to his lithe frame. He’d always been gorgeous and time, it seemed, had certainly done wonders for him.

 “Tom,” she whispered in reply. “Hello.” A small involuntarily smile broke across her features.

 She’d found herself wondering, from time to time, over the three years since they’d last spoken how she’d react if she saw him again; what she’d feel. If she’d be happy or angry or indifferent. And now that she was face to face with him she couldn’t deny how, underneath the uncertainty and nervousness, nice it was to just see him again.

 He offered a grin of his own in response and she taken aback at the way it seemed to light his face. She had nearly forgotten just how handsome he was when he smiled. “Hi,” he echoed, “I thought that it might have been you, but I wasn’t sure. You look incredible.”

 She tried, but ultimately did not succeed in, fighting the blush that crept across her features. “Thank you. You clean up quite nicely yourself.”

 The cleared throat that sounded behind her brought Rosemary out of her daze. She whirled around, apologizing profusely for her rudeness.

 He waved her off. “Oh it’s quite alright. I see you and Mr. Hiddleston are already acquainted.”  

 She nodded, “Yes…We met several years ago. Though it’s been a while since we’ve talked.”

 Tom smiled graciously and offered his hand. “Harold, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”

 Rosemary watched the two men get reacquainted; discussing the charity and its impact and their mutual goals for the coming year. She found herself swept up in the passion of the conversation. She’d almost forgotten how passionate Tom was. No, that was a lie. She’d not forgotten more like she’d purposefully not thought on it. It was a wonderful sight, regardless.

 Sensing that she’d lost both of her conversation partners to each other, Rosemary quietly excused herself and entered back into the fray of the evening. This was her night and she had every intention of enjoying it.

                                                          ___

  “For our next item up for bid we have a first edition of…” He held up said book, showing it to the room at large, “donated by Stories Untold, an independent bookseller in central London. Let’s start the bidding at…”

 Rosemary found herself reflexively holding her breath. She glanced nervously around the room, feeling more than a little foolish at her ridiculousness. It was not like she’d be graded on how well her donation did at auction.

 “Breath.”

 She flinched, clutching a hand to her chest. Tom had settled quietly into the opened seat beside hers and in the process, seemed, in her mind, to steal ten years off her lifespan.   “Seriously, Tom. Wear a bell!”

 He grinned, “Sorry. It wasn’t my intention to frighten you.” He’d rested his hand over hers and she did not bother to move it.

 “It’s fine. I’m just being ridiculous.” She shrugged and smiled self-deprecatingly. “How are you?”

 If Tom was taken aback by her random question he hid it well. He simply continued smiling and rubbed her hand. “I’ve been well. Busy but well. You?”

 She retuned his smile, “I’ve been well too. Shop’s doing well. We’re actually in the process of expanding.”

 “Really? That’s amazing.  Congratulations! I’m so very pleased for you.”

 The conversation between them, though superficial, was pleasant. Rosemary hadn’t really realized just how much she’d missed just simply talking with Tom. They could, and very easy had in the past, talked for hours about anything. Knowing that wasn’t lost was an elating feeling.

 The evening wore on around them but neither seemed to take much notice. They’d interacted with others around them but always seemed to gravitate back to each other. Rosemary did her best not to think too much on what was happening between them and what, if anything, it meant. She tried to let herself live in that moment and simply pretend to be catching up with an old friend. Because that was all Tom could be. No matter what her heart seemed to protest.

 “It was lovely seeing you again.” Tom stood awkwardly aside as she gathered her wrap and headed for the door. Her driver had texted that he’d pulled in at the side of the building and Rosemary knew her fairy tale was coming rapidly to a close. Just as well. It’s gone midnight and I’m liable to turn back into a pumpkin at any moment.

 She nodded. “Yeah it was, Tom.” And she had meant it.  “Thank you for a pleasant evening. Take care of yourself, okay?”

 He cautiously opened his arms and, without letting herself overthink the matter, Rosemary stepped into them, taking the warm hug he offered. It was brief and innocent but she couldn’t deny she felt comfortable in his embrace. That she had missed it. And that would certainly never do. Stop it. Just stop it.

 “Goodnight, Rosie.”

Next

#Tom Hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston RPF #Tom Hiddleston x oc #Tom Hiddleston x ofc #Tom Hiddleston x original character #tom hiddleston x original female character #Tom & Rosie #Love & Great Buildings

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❀- Requiem, Dealbreaker, Solar Pax, and Fireball

(( It’s a Headcanon free for all, y’all: ❀ what does your muse’s daily routine look like? ))

Solar Pax’s “A Day in the Function of the Neutron Archivist”

Be onlined way too early by Starprowler’s alert system for shift

Go back to recharge

Be onlined by Starprowler sending several irate comms about being late for shift; log on to portable console so she’ll see my console logged on

Go back to recharge

Be onlined by Nitroxide or Powerhouse comming at a reasonable time to “please go on duty and have a good shift”

Waskracks and morning polish

Morning refueling with Datum and Post-hoc (if time permits, go over to the Dreadnought and refuel with Nitroxide)

Priority Archivist Duties - new information search/requests and attempted out-reach

Important Archivist Duties - Backlog (so much backlog)

Ask Datum to not bully Post-hoc; reassure Post-hoc that they are a valued member of the Archive’s staff (and that I care about them as a friend)

Pet (sulking) Datum, ultimately sealing fate as a napping location

Realize that no more work can be completed due to universal cat laws and read latest romance novel

Decline Starprowler’s request to attend next sparring/training session

Be interrupted at the best part by Starprowler demanding why the mandatory session was declined

Return to very spark-fluttering romance novel after “politely declining” Starprowler’s “request”

Afternoon maintenance recharge

Important Archivist Duties - Review of Drones’ work for cycle

If possible, fly over to Dreadnought to visit with Nitroxide; ask about evening refueling or spending time together (maybe?)

Decline Starprowler a third time about her fragging training session

Be commanded to go to training by Nanostorm or Nitroxide (such slag)

Evening refuel (w/ Nitroxide or Datum and Post-hoc)

Leisure time!

Washracks (if necessary)

Recharge [occasionally, comm with Nitroxide, if one of us has a had a nightmarish recharge flux]

Requiem [Edited] Daily Routine:

[REDACTED]

Morning refuel

Emerge from Sparkhaven Catacombs and insure no entry for trespassers

Pick up Janitorial Drones from Hub and transverse Quarantine Zones to designated clean-up site

Survey clean up site and assign jobs to drones

Retrieve deactivated frames for transport to catacombs [may take kliks to groons depending on location of frame and structural integrity of landscape; be mindful of those with crystal growths]

Mid-day break for refuel and recharge [1 groon; insure drones take break instead of looking for trouble]

Begin transporting deactivated frames to catacombs for disposal [use side entrance; repeat until sufficient]

Check for items, record identifiable information, and smelt [prepare next frame as prior is processing]

Washracks

Complete report; forward to Neutron Archivist

Send notice to Sparkhaven Memorial Garden Gardener about new additions; suggest crystals to be arranged and offer to assist

Drop off items at community storage

Check Sparkhaven Memorial Garden for maintenance needs

Evening refuel at Blackbox Bar [open to public] or Tin-ker [invitation only]

Return to Sparkhaven Catacombs; 1 groon relaxation/contemplation on bench

Enter Sparkhaven Catacombs and insure no entry to trespassers

[REDACTED]

[REDACTED]

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Fireball’s Daily Calendar:

Online quietly; check for visitors or if I misplaced anything while recharging

Refuel from a fresh cube while checking cargo hold for leaks

Check for professional inquires or requests; send quotes and invoices as necessary for services [to be] rendered

Check personal messages for family emergencies or messages to be passed on or ice/berth deliveries

Comm Family to check how they do’en/how’s their acquaintances 

Make payments to charity fund [do not be late or short]

Set auto-piloting and browse datanet [make sure to access through special encryption; Officer is still trying to track my shopping habits]

Receive multiple comms from the Junk; consider letting him go and hiring new assistant [not cost effective yet]

Send To-Do list to the Junk

Soft-block the Junk until he calms the frag down and return to browsing

Arrive at location and take a personal sight-seeing tour; make sure the Junk doesn’t talk too much to locals

Work jobs as available [Improvisation may be necessary as sometimes the Junk gets in the way or bumbles the job; lucky mud-flap]

Score creds [double-check all the glyphs match-up; have a nice chat, if necessary]

Celebrate [within budget and reason]

Take off, but then have to TURN AROUND because that PIT-SPAWNED GLITCH is not on the ship! AGAIN!

Sisterly. Tough. Love.

Check cargo hold for leaks

Find location to drift for the off-cycle

Send a [disgustingly sweet] good night comm to the Junk so he’ll be useful still

Count up earnings for the day [minus percentage to charity fund payment]

Double-check everything is secure and in the right spot

Recharge

Dealbreaker’s “Daily To-Do-A-Roo” List

Wake-up!

Wish a good morning to and refuel Mighty Mouse and Tin-Tin; tell them about that weird dream from recharge.

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day

Check broadcast schedule for anything good; no reruns unless it’s the holiday specials or that one season finale with the major plot reveal about the mother-in-law paying the hitman!

Send “good morning, sunshine!” to my sister from another mister

Wait several nanokilks

“What are we gonna do today, Bwain?”

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Receive marching orders

Tell sister about weird dream and the broadcasts

Ask if she wants to watch one of the broadcast or something later; she usually doesn’t reply, but that’s okay.

Check for love letters or flirty comm records; make some dates ;D

Watch/listen to broadcasts with Might Mouse and Tin-tin until we’ve arrived at our destination; thank you for flying air Enforcer, part of the Inquisitor family space travel.

Fun sight-seeing and mingling with the locals! Look for free souvenirs!

Chaos, but protect sister as much as possible.

Celebrate good times and family!

Sneak off to see my sweetspark(s) -♥

Have a very good time together

Kiss my sweetspark(s) CUL8R because sister is too protective! I swear they’re good enough for me, sis!

Grounded, but these walls and the vacuum of space cannot hold all this love I got in my spark!

Ungrounded via goodnight comm; tell sister how glad I am we’re a team and to have sweet dreams :)

Tell Might Mouse and Tin-tin a recharge story; not the one with the cybercats - they don’t like that one

Go the frag to sleep!

#sweet-talkin-gladiator #Main verse hcs #Solar Pax #Requiem #Fireball #Dealbreaker #tw: smelter #(( Solar Pax is loyal; but he's not responsible lol )) #(( Requiem just casually driving around with offlined bots on his trailer )) #(( Got to read between the lines a little with Fireballs as it should be )) #(( Poor Dealbreaker )) #(( THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!))

[sunshine-pup-fics]

Secret Santa 🍁🍁

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!

 (This post will be here for you whenever you wake up!)

Hiya @normiewrites​ , it’s me 🍁 you’re secret Santa! So hi, hello, I’m SaladShark, or Sam! I’ve had this blog for a little while, and as you can see, I mostly write for my sunshine boi kirishima! Of course, feel free to browse my stuff, but you should probably read your fic first!

It’s got lots of references to your answers, and I really hope your character is at least somewhat like you! I’ve had so much fun talking to and messaging you, even reminiscing about old shows that apparently no one else has seen 😂

And speaking off, whilst doing my rewatch of Deltora Quest, I happened to write a short Lief fic at like 2am, so I’ve decided to include that as a little bonus (for past you and first crush 😉)

 Alas, without further ado, here is your 6000 word fic. I have no regrets. none. It’s long and that’s how it be!

 (P.S. the maple leaf has no relevance or correlation to me. I just wanted to use an emoji and I thought it looked pretty 😂)

Chapter 1: Gifts 

 Just one week into the school break and (Y/n) had already run out of things to do. One by one her friends seemed to disappear, off to see family, train and just generally take time to be normal teenagers. It felt like everyday (Y/n) was waving goodbye to one more classmate, and with them went her chances for fun and freedom.

Today she had no choice but to mope around the common room and wait for Eijiro. He'd claimed that he'd set up a date, but no amount of pestering had gotten him to crack on the exact details of what he'd planned. So waiting patiently, she was holed up in the common room, awaiting adventure.

(Y/n) shifted her position, throwing her legs over the edge of the couch, grumbling as it did little to relinquish her restlessness. She shifted again, rolling onto her stomach before almost immediately reverting back. A laugh echoed from the dining table. (Y/n) shot up, propping herself on her elbows as she peered over the back of the couch. Kaminari was seated at the table, eating breakfast whilst eyeing her from across the room. "Are you comfortable there, (Y/n)" He chided. She stuck her tongue out. "I want something to DO! But Eijiro hasn’t been down all morning! I'm dying of boredom here Denki!" He laughed again. "Just chill, I'm sure he'll be done soon. Plus you're gonna wanna be ready for everything he has planned." Kaminari got to his feet, collecting his bowl and disappearing into the kitchen, leaving behind an exasperated (Y/n).

 Another half an hour passed and (Y/n) had contemplated just going back to bed for another few hours. She had sent no less than 28 messages to Eijiro, and so far had only received one vague reply. A simple “Almost time.”

So she nearly had a heart attack when her phone lit up with a new message. She snatched it from the table and hastily unlocked it, bouncing in her seat as she read the message.

“Everything is all set. Meet at your dorm.”

 (Y/n) felt her pace quicken as she spotted Eijiro down the hall. She called out to him, pushing her speed as she tore down the hall. He called back, opening his arms as (Y/n) skidded to a halt, slamming into him. He grunted but managed to keep both of them upright. "Sorry!" She chimed, "I'm just a little bit excited." Kirishima raised a brow. "A little?" He asked. (Y/n) smack him lightly on the arm. He simply smiled, then nodded toward her door. "Well, we can't get going until we're both dressed properly for the occasion." He picked up a bag from the ground, holding it out to her. (Y/n) squinted at him, hesitantly taking it. "Should I be scared of what's in here?" Kirishima was quick to shake his head. "No, it's some new clothes for you. I had to ask Tsu to help with your sizing." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, let's get changed and then go! I'm dying to see what you've been planning for so long!" Without waiting for an answer, she hastily entered her dorm, waving off Eijrio to his own room.

 She placed the bag on her bed, kneeling down on the floor to begin unpacking it. She swore her hands were trembling. Her nerves seemed to be alight, causing excitement to whirl up inside her. She knew Kirishima had been planning this for weeks, and to think now it was finally happening. She paused, taking a deep breath, before reaching in and pulling out the top item. The first thing she noticed was how soft it was. She pulled it out, falling backward onto the ground. It was a beautiful (f/c) colour. She unfolded it, a smile etching itself on her face as she looked down at a brand new hoodie. She would have been content with that, but she quickly realised there were still more items in the bag. She gently placed the hoodie on the floor beside her before fishing for the next item.

Next was a T-shirt and a pair of track pants, both incredibly comfortable and a perfect fit. (Now she knew why Tsu had decided to have an impromptu fashion show the other day) There was also a new pair of runners and even a small range of accessories she could choose from.

From everything he had given her, she had at least deduced that they probably weren't going to a fancy restaurant. Regardless, she quickly changed into her new outfit, stashed her phone in her pocket and proceeded to entertain herself with her floppy jumper sleeves.

 "Okay, are you ready?" Kirishima asked, glancing at his girlfriend as they headed down the hall. She energetically nodded. "Our bags are by the door, so we can head straight out." "Bags?" She questioned. Kirishima bit his tongue, keeping his mouth shut. (Y/n) huffed, realising she wasn’t getting an answer. "You'll have to tell me what we're doing eventually." She teased.

They continued on their way, descending into the common room and heading for the door. Two backpacks were sitting by the entrance, one (f/c) and one dark red. (Y/n) skidded over, picking one and up and immediately rifling through it. There were snacks, water, battery packs, the usual stuff you'd take on a day trip. She sighed, slinging the bag onto her back and watched Eijiro do the same. "So, you ready to go?" He asked. "Ready as I'll ever be, considering I don't know where we're going."

Chapter 2: The City

(Y/n)s eyes continued to jump from person to person as they wandered down an unknown city street. Her hand was intertwined with Eijiros, and both were drinking in the sites of the city around them. The buildings towered above them, the glass reflecting the sunlight far overhead. There was constant noise, car engines and unintelligible chatter of passer-byers.

(Y/n) glanced up at the red head, pursing her lips. "So, what's the plan huh?" He simply smiled, gesturing out before them. "To wander the city until we find something interesting." "Sounds good to me!" She chimed. They fell back into comfortable silence before (Y/n) shot a confused glance at him. "Then what was  that whole week of planning for?" Kirishima laughed, lightly pulling her closer to him before turning a corner. "Trust me! Everything will make sense later." "Fine, fine." She mused.

  They continued to stroll, idly chatting and taking turn after turn. The sun had peaked in the sky over an hour ago and had begun it's decent. Warm breezes swept between the buildings, carrying the scents of the city. Everyone they passed seemed to be full of life and personality, it became almost a game to try and guess someone's quirk as they passed.

"What about them? They look a little… angry? So my guess would be fire." Kirishima glanced across the street, seeing a middle-aged man in a business suit, however, his blonde hair was tousled and he looked to be in a sour mood. "You're just saying that because they look a little like Bakugo." (Y/n) nodded "Exactly. They look angry." Kirishima nudged her arm, a playful frown pulling at his lips. (Y/n) simply giggled, already looking around for their next target. "Oh, what about her?" She nodded her head toward a lady walking toward them. She was older, wrinkles beginning to pull at her features. She was smiling, nodding at those who met her gaze. Kirishima hummed. "She looks kind, some sort of healing quirk." He suggested. (Y/n) blew a raspberry, "You're no fun. I recon she has something amazing. Something like being able to manipulate peoples dreams." Kirishima stared at her. (Y/n) ignored him, waving to the lady as they passed her. "How do you just come up with something like that? Especially when looking at her. She looked so sweet and innocent…" (Y/n) leant her head on his shoulder, looking up at him with a sly smile. "Because it's always the people you wouldn’t expect to be the most amazing, strongest and kindest people. Looks aren't everything." Kirishima let his mouth hang open, unable to find any words. "Though, your hair is cute any colour you dye it." She ruffled his hair, earning a mumble in protest.

Eijiro opened his mouth to speak before he realized (Y/n) was slowing down. He stopped a few paces ahead, cocking his head to the side. She was staring down a small street, gaze fixed on something. He gently squeezed her hand. She slowly turned her head toward him, but her eyes stayed locked on whatever had caught her interest. Eijiro returned to her side, peering down the alley. There was a glass roof, sunlight filtering through from the sun peeking over the building. There were a few neatly trimmed bushes and flowerbeds lining the right side, and the left had a few tables and chairs. An ornate looking sign hung out from above a doorway. (Y/n) began toward it, Eijrio having not much choice but to follow. A few steps closer and they were able to discern the words.

'Sweet Talkin'

The two peeked through the glass door. It seemed to be a quaint looking café, mostly wood interior with a surplus amount of plants. "Do you want to check it out?" Kirishima leaned forward to gauge (Y/n)s reaction. She opened her mouth, only for her stomach to grumble. She sheepishly smiled. "I guess there's your answer."

 The shop smelled like fresh bread and cinnamon. They'd found out that the store was a small bakery and café, and was located just on the edge of the shopping district. They'd taken seats outside, basking in the warmth of the sun, chatting and sipping their drinks.

The day wore on, the sun dipping lower and was easily lost behind the towering buildings of the city. The breeze now caused chills, urging the some of the afternoon dwellers back inside. Kirishima and (Y/n) had gotten so lost in conversation, enjoying each other's company that they didn’t notice the darkening sky, nor the creeping cold.

It was only when Kirishima's phone started ringing that he realised the time. He pressed the answer button, bringing it up to his ear. "Hey dude, you need anything?" He asked. There was no reply, but a distant thud and a yelp. Then Mina answered. "Hiiiiiii! How's the date? Where are you? What are you doing? I bet it's something SUPER romantic!" She chimed. Kirishima rolled his eyes, mouthing 'It's Mina' to (Y/n), who immediately stifled a giggle. "It's going fine Mina, though I could have sworn this was Denki's number." "Pshhh, it's fine. He let me borrow it!" There was a yell of protest from behind her. "Okay I gotta go, but hurry up and be ROMANTIC KIRISHIMA!" A beeping rung in his ears and he lowered the phone. "The usual?" (Y/n) asked. "The usual." He confirmed.

 The two swiftly finished their drinks, paid, and left, continuing their trek to nowhere in particular. They headed further into the shopping district, beginning to window shop until the street lamps switched on.

The sky continued to darken, but despite it, the crowd never seemed to thin. (Y/n) and Eijiro wandered down the street, peaking in different stores. By the time the stars had flicked to life, their feet had begun to ache. Their pace had slackened, and conversation dwindled.

“There’s a game store over there, how about after that one we call it a day?” Kirishima guided her over and held the door open, then slipped inside behind her. They split up, scouring the shelves of games and hunting through the bins of toys and t-shirts. Aft a good while, they met back up at the store entrance, stepping back out into the streets.

“(Y/n)… I just wanted to thank you.”

She cocked her head, brows furrowed. “What for? If it’s just walking around the city with you, then there’s no need for that. I’d go anywhere with you.” He let out an airy laugh. “I’m counting on it. But really, you’ve been here for me through so much, you’ve never given up, and there’s no way I can repay you for that… but this trip is my best shot at it.” He slowed to a stop, taking both her hands in his. “I know you love adventure, and I know you’ve always liked this idea…” he broke away, rifling through his bag for a moment. He pulled something out, (Y/n) only catching a glimpse of black. “It’s not quite as good as the real thing, but I’m taking you on your Pokémon journey.” He smiled, revealing the object to a small Umbreon Plushie. (Y/n) covered her face, nearly curling in on herself as she felt heat flush her cheeks.

How had she managed to find such an adorable dork?

She then realised she hadn’t actually said anything and launched herself at him. For the second time that day, she’d nearly knocked both of them down. Eijiro caught her, wrapping his arms around her as she buried her face into his shoulder. “You’re the absolute best, you know that?”

“Mmhmm. Now how about we head to our hotel? We’re going to need as much rest as possible.”

Chapter 3: The Forest

Morning came, and (Y/n) found herself rocking with the train, staring out the window as she watched the world blur past, Umbreon plush in her lap. They’d left the hotel in the early morning and headed for the train station. The view had started with high rise buildings, soon falling away to more quaint suburban neighbourhoods, then with each passing minute they seemed to become more and more spaced out, trees and shrubbery becoming more prominent than houses or people.

“This is our stop.” Kirishima hauled himself to his feet, swaying with the train as it slowed to halt. He offered his hand, to which (Y/n) gladly took. They collected their bags, now packed with camping gear they’d picked up at the hotel, and quickly ducked out of the train.

The air was cool, rustling the trees nearby and sending leaves spiralling into the air. Everything felt clearer and brighter than it had in the city, the air almost seemed easier to breathe. “There’s a camping spot I’ve picked out for us, it’s about an hours walk. You ready to go?” (Y/n) nodded, and the two began their hike.

 The sunlight filtered through the canopy of leaves overhead, casting shadows across the blanketed ground. The path the followed was vague and rough, leaving them more adventuring than just simply walking.

“So what kind of Pokémon do you think would be out here?” (Y/n) ducked under a branch, glancing over her shoulder to watch Eijiro nearly smack into it. “There’d definitely be a lot of grass types, maybe even some bird Pokémon too.” (Y/n) hummed, a smirk growing as she innocently turned toward him. “Sooo does that mean my next Pokémon will be a grass type?” "I should have known you were fishing for information." Kirishima pouted, swatting away one of the ferns that lined the path. (Y/n) jut giggled, turning on her heel and continuing on their way.

 It didn't feel like long before they stumbled into a small clearing. The trees encircled the small campsite, the lush grass was soft underfoot and flowers had sprung up in patches, dancing with the breeze. There was a cleared area where someone had once previously set up a campfire, and a small pile of logs was neatly stacked by one of the trees. Kirishima strode out into the centre, dropping his bag to the ground as he basked in the sun and breeze. His was hair down, and was losing its colour, fading to a dull red colour. Despite that, it rippled in the wind, looking nothing less than enchanting. He turned his head toward her, flashing his teeth as he held out his hand. (Y/n) returned the smile, taking his hand. They were warm, perhaps a little calloused from hours of rigorous training, but it was comforting. She yelped when Kirishima plopped onto the ground, nearly bringing her down with him. She managed to balance herself, staying upright. Eijiro pouted, letting go of her hand as he flopped backward, sprawling out on the grass. "C'mon, join me for a bit!" (Y/n) hummed, before strolling away toward one of the trees. Eijiro propped himself up on his elbows, watching her silently. She reached on the trees, glancing up into its branches as she circled it. She looked back at her red-head, shooting a grin before she pulled herself up onto one of the low hanging branches, disappearing up into the leaves. Her laugh seemed to echo around the forest, carried by the breeze. Kirishima's gaze trailed up the tree, watching the flashes of (f/c). He lay back down, turning his attention to the clouds overhead, lazily drifting across the vibrant blue sky. (Y/n) had found a branch to perch on, letting her feet dangle below, back against the tree trunk. She could see flashes of the sky from gaps in the leaves, and when the wind blew right, she could glimpse Eijiro still sprawled out on the grass.

Far off birds songs drifted along the wind. The pollen of flowers mingled together, creating a sweet scent that seemed to flavour the air. The leaves were lively colours of green, stretching up into the sky. It was a different kind of beautiful compared to the man-made city of gleaming lights and comfort of civilisation.

  "(Y/n)! You gotta help me set up our stuff!" Kirishima called, haphazardly pulling their tent out of its bag. He paused when he didn't hear anything in response. He dropped the bag and turned around, scanning the clearing for her. "(Y/n)!" He called out again. He felt the panic well up inside him. Why wasn't she answering? Had she hurt herself? He sprinted over to the tree he watched her climb. He hadn't seen her climb down, had something happened? What if she'd needed help and it was his fault? He glanced up, squinting as he tried to discern if she was still up there. He couldn’t see her, so he stumbled around the base of the tree to see if she had moved to another side.

He scrambled to the left and promptly yelled as something dropped down right in front of his face. He fell to the ground, his quirk flaring to life as he prepared for a fight. Until (Y/n)s laugh graced his ears. He looked up, gaze falling upon (Y/n), hanging upside down from one of the tree branches. She was laughing, using one hand to cover her mouth whilst the other kept her shirt in place. Kirishima deactivated his quirk, pouting as he got to his feet, dusting himself off. "Not funny, (Y/n)! I thought you had gotten hurt or something." He crossed his arms, and looked away, pretending to be mad. "I'm sorry Eiji! But it was STILL kinda funny." He peaked an eye open to look at her, before tapping his chin in thought. "I might just have to enact revenge then." He watched in amusement as the colour seemed to drain from her face. "You wouldn’t dare hurt you're loving, doting girlfriend, would you?" she put one hand on her heart, feigning hurt. Kirishima inched closer, their faces now close. "You brought this on yourself."

 (Y/n) could only watch as Eijiro raised his arms and mercilessly began tickling her. She immediately started laughing, trying to squirm away and swot his hands away without falling off. "EI-EIJIRO! STO-STOP PLEASE! I’M-" "Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t quite catch that." He relented on his onslaught enough for her to speak a coherent sentence. "I'm sorry! Okay! Please let me free from your tyranny!" He finally stopped tickling, allowing (Y/n) to catch her breath. She hastily pulled herself back up onto the tree branch, letting the blood rush from her head. “I’m going to remember this, Eiji, I hope you know.” He simply laughed, offering a hand to help her down. She raised her brows, turning her nose up at his offer and dropping down off the branch herself. “I’ll never trust again, I swear it.”

 The night turned cold, but it bothered neither of the teens, as both were huddled up by their campfire, sharing a blanket as they happily chatted. Eijiro had provided a bag of marshmallows, and a regretful number of them had already been lost to the fiery pit.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare”

“Give me your next good marshmallow.”

Eijiro sighed, throwing a dirty glare at (Y/n). “I should know better by now than to choose dare when there’s food around.” (Y/n) simply grinned, watching the flames lick their marshmallows, turning them a soft delicate brown.

“Okay while I wait, you can go.”

Eijiro paused for a moment.

“What do you keep in that box in your desk drawer?”

“My Beyblades. Truth or dare.”

“Wait what? You mean the box you’ve never let me open and nearly fought Bakugo over just has Beyblades in it?” Kirishima stared incredulously at her as she shrugged. “Yeah, they’re hype. Though I think I have a few Bakugan in there too.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“The only ridiculous thing here is how good your marshmallow is. Now hand it over!” She made grabby hands for it, swiftly robbing him of his marshmallow. “Okay, my turn again, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Did you not learn from last time?”

“What? Picking dare is the manly option!”

“Fine, this is just working in my favour. I dare you to give me my next Pokémon!”

Eijiro rolled his eyes, nudging her arm as he learnt over to his bag. “You’re not meant to be able to do that. But here, enjoy your new friend.” He handed her another plushie. “A Torterra! Dude he looks so cool!” (Y/n) raised the plush up, examining it in the firelight. After deeming it good, she cradled it to her chest.

“Oh, wait a sec-“ (Y/n) reached for her own bag, pulling out her Umbreon. She handed Kirishima her Torterra. He sent a confused look, hesitantly taking it. “Now we both have buddies!” She shuffled over, leaning on Eijiro as she clutched the Umbreon in her lap. She finally turned her attention to the sky. It was now inky black, speckled with hundreds of stars. “It’s amazing how pretty it looks. We see the same sky from our dorms and it doesn’t look half as full as this.” Eijiro hummed in response.

“Though of course, you know that you’re more beautiful.”

“You wouldn’t let me forget it.”

Chapter 4: The River

(Y/n) awoke the next morning to the pleasant smell of bacon and eggs. She sat up, stretching out and then groggily stumbled out of the tent. “Morning.” She mumbled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Eijiro greeted her back. He was sitting on the grass by a dwindling fire, tending to the pan of food. She took a seat beside him, leaning back on her hands. “Y’know I would have been happy to cook.”

 “You’re the Pokémon trainer here, it’s customary that the companion cooks.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

Breakfast continued, the two eating their fill before packing up camp. Eijiro said they’d be heading east, toward their next camp spot. They began their trek, and it wasn’t long before (Y/n) became giddy at the sound of running water. She’d grabbed Eijiros hand and began tugging him along as she picked up the pace. And to her delight, the path came to run alongside a charming river. It was rather shallow but still wide, and the water cast dancing patterns on the pebbled banks, with ferns and plants growing either side, dipping their leaves into the water.

(Y/n) has immediately slid down to the water's edge. Dipping her hand in and watching the water ripple and weave around it. Eijiro couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face and the warm feeling that spread through his chest at the sight of her. She was so childishly giddy about seeing a river, he was glad he got to see this part of her.

 (Y/n) closed her eyes, hand still in the river as she activated her quirk. She thought for a moment before a smile broke out on her lips. She felt a numbness creep up her arm, but as fast as it came, it disappeared. She opened her eyes, gaze sweeping the water. There was a moment of silence before something sprang from the water. It made a dash for Eijiro, running around his feet as he spun on his heels to try and catch it. (Y/n) laughed, getting up from the water's edge and rushing over to them. She grinned when a small bear cub, made entirely of water, reared up to lean on her leg. The water shimmered and glistened, holding it’s form as if filling a container. The cub dropped back down, bolting into the foliage, only to come sprinting back out a few seconds later.

“All that training must have paid off! It’s holding its shape really well! And you formed it so quick.”

“It’s definitely easier than it used to be and doesn’t take as much energy. I’m still struggling to maintain larger animals though.” She watched as the bear cub headed back for the river, and released its form once it was far enough in. The water collapsed, returning to from once it came.

“Come on, a little further down and we’ll be at our next site. And the river is deep enough you can swim in it-“ Eijiro didn’t even have time to properly finish his sentence before (Y/n) had taken off again, calling over her shoulder for him to hurry up.

 (Y/n) watched from the water as Kirishima finished putting up their tent. She submerged herself further into the water, just her eyes peeking above the water. He kept shooting her glances as if he was afraid she’d just disappear at any moment. Though he knew her tendency to lose track of everything when she was swimming.

“Come ooooon! Hurry up Eiji!”

He rolled his eyes, pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the side. He turned back around, only to come face to face with himself. A perfect water copy of himself, except it was wearing a U.A uniform. He stood in awe for a moment, catching the details as the sun rippled through it. He focused on the scenery behind it, watching as the trees shifted and wavered, the water distorting it. He reached a hand up to touch it, pushing lightly on its shoulder. It stayed solid, reacting as if it were human.

Then, it took a few steps back, wading into the water before it collapsed.

“So, what do you think?”

He stared at (Y/n), who was floating nonchalantly as she looked at him. He opened his mouth a few times, shaking his hands in an effort to will himself to speak.

“That… that was incredible! How long have you been able to do that? Can you do anyone else?” He rushed to over, looking down at (Y/n) who had floated over to him. She sat in the shallow water, scratching the back of her head. “Only just recently. And no, I can’t do anyone else. You’re the very first person I’ve been able to recreate, really.” She felt her cheeks flush as Kirishima stared down at her with the utmost adoration. “I can make rough depictions of people if I’ve seen them enough, but nowhere near that level of detail. You… y’know, just happen to be around a lot.” She smiled, floating on her back and pushing back out into the river.

Eijiro followed, effortlessly diving in under the water. He swam up behind her, popping up and pushing a wave of water over her. She immediately shot up, a perplexed look, before it melted into one of a mischievous smile. “Are you sure you want to challenge me at this game?” She quirked an eyebrow, daring him to accept. Eijiro kept a calm expression, simply nodding. “Maybe I do dare challenge you.”

Eijiro immediately lost as (Y/n) summoned a large horse. It stood atop the water behind her, staring down at him as its mane dripped water, causing ripples across the surface. (Y/n) simply clicked her tongue. “I can spare you this loss if you step down now.”

Eijiro sighed, lowering his head in defeat. “I always know when I’m defeated…”

“And that isn’t now!”

Eijiro sprang forward, sweeping his arms around beside him, causing a wave of water to go crashing into (Y/n). She sputtered for a moment, before throwing her hand out. The horse sprang forward, only to collapse its entire volume of water on Eijiros face.

 This went on for some time, Eijiro trying to deny defeat and (Y/n) laughing victoriously every time she crashed another water beast atop him. Though she had to admit, he put up a strong fight. After Eijiro had claimed a tie, they'd ended up sitting in the shallows by the bank, with (Y/n) 'practising' her quirk. She'd made a range of animals, both small and large, and even tried making a couple of her classmates.

"Hypothetically speaking, would you be able to make something that's not real?"

"Depends on what you mean. If you're implying what I think, then…" She trailed off, trailing her hand in the water as she concentrated. She felt the numbness creep up her arm, and the exhaustion start to settle in. She let her eyes flutter back open when she felt it. Eijiro watched in awe as an Umbreon emerged from the water. Its eyes seemed to swirl with darker water, giving it the air of life. It padded across the water's surface, walking in a few circles before making its way to Eijiro. He reached out to pet it, noticing how the tips of his fingers went through it. Once he retracted his hand, it fell away, back into the river. "As long as I've seen it enough and know its shape, I can make it out of water." "I see it all the time but you always seem to find a way to amaze me." He got to his feet, offering a hand to her. "But I have seen it enough to know when you're starting to use it too much." (Y/n) sighed, taking his hand. "I know, I know." They headed back toward their tent, Eijiro tossing a towel over (Y/n)'s head, much to her protest.

And after drying off, (Y/n) was gifted her next pokemon.

With Feraligator in hand, she promised Eijiro that she'd make a full-sized water one for him by the end of the break.

Chapter 5: The Beach

In the morning, they'd once again set off east, following the river. By the time the sun had just about peaked in the sky, the trees had started to thin, giving way to more low shrubbery and looser soil. The distant chirping and sound if running water had begun to mingle with the sounds of traffic and the ever so faint sound of crashing waves. However, the salty breeze was a dead giveaway. They kept walking, cursing when the dirt turned to sand and they sunk every step. (Y/n) expected to see the ocean much before they reached it, but was pleasantly surprised when they stepped foot out of the trees to find they were just a sand dune away. It was the perfect day, bright blue sky with puffy white clouds. The two hobbled out onto the sand, taking in the vibrant sand and stretching sea before them. Further down the beach on their right was a wooden walkway that lead to what seemed to be a row of shops and cafes, all facing the sea. Further down was also a a giant stone jetty, waves lapping at the sides.

“Race you to the water.”

Eijiro didn’t even get a word out before (Y/n) had dropped her bag and had hightailed it for the sea. She wasted no time diving in, already wearing her bathing suit as per Eijiros hint. Itching to do the same, Eijiro dropped his bags too, scrambling across the hot sand toward the clutches of the endless sea.

 By early afternoon, they’d already worn themselves out. Races, splash wars, even wowEd the other beach dwellers with (Y/n)s quirk. And made the best sandcastle.

They’d haphazardly set up their tent as an escape from the sand and sun, watching the few young kids chase and flee from the rolling waves.

“Okay, what about that kid's quirk.”

“They literally have the head of a seahorse, (Y/n).”

“Think of Tokoyami! He has a bird head but that’s not his quirk!”

“Okay, fair point. But if he didn’t have a bird head… what would darkshadow look like?”

“I…” (Y/n) paused, brows furrowed as she tried to find an answer. She looked more confused with each passing second. Eijiro laughed, moving to clamber out of the tent.

“How about you debate it over ice cream?”

“Sounds good to me.”

  Staring into the swirling depths of the sea with ice cream was always a good pass time.

(Y/n) swung her legs rhythmically as she worked away at her ice cream. Eijiro was right beside her, always stealing glances at her. He swore he’d never seen her so happy, so carefree. It was hard not to be swamped by work, not to lose motivation as they got attacked, over and over. No one had been prepared for agar their first year at U.A would be like, but Eijiro was just glad to have had (Y/n) by his side.

“-jiro. Eiiijiii.”

He blinked rapidly, realising he’d been staring off. “Oh, uh, yeah?” He turned toward her. With a swift flick, (Y/n) smeared a dollop of ice cream on his nose. She giggled to herself, trying to stifle them as Eijiro went cross-eyed to look at it. ”Here-“ (Y/n) offered a napkin, to which he gladly accepted. “You were looking so serious, staring off into the distance.” She weaselled one of her hands into his, and he grasped it without even noticing. “This won’t last forever you know.” (Y/n) stuck the rest of her ice cream in her mouth, using her now free hand to fish something from her pocket.  She pulled out her phone, unlocking it and manoeuvring to select an app. “But you know what will last forever?” She raised her phone, moving to lean further on Eijiro as she tried to fit both of them in frame. He panicked, quickly smiling as (Y/n) hit the capture button. She brought the phone closer to them, checking out the photo.

“I’m not even sure you noticed, but I’ve been taking pictures of our whole journey.” She handed him her phone but began flicking through all the photos.

Eijiro had to admit, he hadn’t noticed. There were plenty from each day, many of just scenery, but without failure, every day she had taken a picture of him, with the plushie from that day in the corner. The first had been him holding her hand as they wandered the streets of the city. The second was him by the fire, Torterra clutched to his chest. The third was him sitting by the riverbank, imitating the Feraligator that sat by his feet.

“You took all these?”

“Of course. I wanted to save the memories of each place. And the plushies, and you, were the biggest part of all of them.”

“Then you’ll need one for today, right?”

It was Eijiros turn to fish for something, quickly sorting through his backpack.

He pulled out yet another plushie; a Swampert.

He handed it to (Y/n), watching as she smiled to herself, running her fingers along its fins.  

In a split second decision, Eijiro raised (Y/n)s phone. She glanced up at it for a second before smiling.

And then he leaned in, planting a kiss on her cheek. He clicked the capture button, sealing the moment in time. He pulled away, leaving a sputtering (Y/n).

“I think that’s the best photo yet.”

“You could have warned me!”

END

And that's it! I do hope you like it, now have a wonderful holiday! And of course, feel free to send a message anytime!

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Lief was not prepared for this. Considering everything they’d faced along their quest, he was confused as to how this was the scariest thing he had to face.

He’d read ‘The Belt of Deltora’ from cover to cover, forward and backward and memorised it. He trained with his father, honed his skill with the sword. He was quick, agile and witty. He thought he was prepared for his quest.

So why was talking to (Y/n) such an impossible feat? He’d been perfectly fine until now. It felt as if anytime she was near, anytime she looked at him, and suddenly his heart was racing. He always tried to excuse himself, and in the beginning, it was fine. Barda would give him a curious glance but would shrug it off. Except now (Y/n) had started acting differently. She spoke less, and barely even started a conversation with him anymore. And Lief had deduced pretty quickly that he was the problem.

 Lief stared back at his reflection, his eyes boring into himself. He clutched his empty water bottle in his hands, idly fiddling with the cap. Barda and (Y/n) were close by, setting up camp for the night. He felt his cheeks flush from even the thought of her. Perhaps he should consult the belt. Though he felt that to be an irresponsible thing to do.

His hand hovered over the gems, contemplating what to do.

 He jumped when a twig snapped behind him. He jerked around, eyes wide and free hand on the hilt of his sword. His gaze found (Y/n)’s. She stood a few feet away, her own water bottle in her hands. She stared back at him for a few seconds, before her gaze dropped to the ground. She scuffed the ground with her boot, beginning to speak. “Oh, sorry for scaring you, Lief. I was just coming to fill my water… I can do it later though.” She turned away. “Wa-Wait!” Lief reached out for her, quickly becoming embarrassed as she turned back to look at him with a quizzical expression. He gestured to the stream beside him, averting his gaze. “It’s fine, there’s no reason not to.” He tried to smile, then turned back to the stream himself. He uncapped his bottle and began filling it.

(Y/n) hesitantly kneeled down beside him, wordlessly staring into the rippling water.

 Lief felt his stomach tighten. This would be the perfect opportunity to explain himself, to tell her how he felt. Yet the words wouldn’t come. And drained with his breath was his confidence.

There were a range of things that could go wrong. So many ideas swirled through his head that he almost didn’t realise (Y/n) had spoken to him.

She was looking at him expectantly, brows knit together. He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry, what did you say?” He watched as she sighed, a sad glint in her eye, almost as if she’d been expecting it.

“I wanted to know… why you’ve been avoiding me… shutting me out.” She glanced at him, (e/c) clashing with blue. He sputtered for a moment. “I-I haven’t been!” (Y/n)s gaze hardened. “Oh? Cause that’s what I’ve been reading the situation as.” She finished filling her water bottle, getting to her feet and towering over Lief. “What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with me? What did I do, Lief? I’ve made more conversation with a squirrel than I have with you recently.” She huffed. Lief staggered to his feet.

“You- you haven’t done anything wrong- apart from just being yourself-“

(Y/n) scoffed at him. “Oh so just being myself is a problem now?”

“No! That’s not what I meant! I just- you’re making go crazy!”

(Y/n) sharpened her glare.

“That came out wrong too! Agh, I swear-“

(Y/n) threw her hands up. “Whatever, I get when I’m not wanted around. I’ll be with Barta for a bit. See you later. Maybe.”

With a final huff, she fled back into the forest.

He watched her go, eyes trailing after her. He wanted to call to her, to apologise, do anything. But he remained silent, head hung in shame.

 Leif stumbled his way back to camp, cursing himself for being so stupid. All he’d had to do was coherently explain his feelings, and all he’d managed to do was make (Y/n) hate him.

He came upon their camping ground, only to see Barda seated by the campfire. Lief opened his mouth to ask, but Barda answered. “(Y/n) said she’d be back in the morning. Had some business she needed to take care of.” Lief nodded, taking a seat by the fire, watching the flames dance and flicker. He knew she was a capable fighter, but he couldn’t be rid the worry in his stomach.

 Morning came, and there was no sign of (Y/n). Lief and Barda delayed breakfast, idling around until neither could wait any longer. They ate, leaving some food aside for when (Y/n) returned. If she returned. The sun continued to rise, and both men were growing impatient. They’d packed up camp, resorting to scouting the immediate area.

And they’d nearly given up hope, until yelling drifted with the breeze.

They immediately fell to alert, swords drawn. The yelling sounded as if they were being attacked, gasping shouts and pained yells. With a glance of agreement, the two barrelled through the forest.

 (Y/n) huffed, swiftly dodging another Grey Guard before lunging forward and impaling them on her spear. Another charged her from behind, and she ducked to the ground and swept her spear under his legs, leaving him as a heap on the ground. Grey Guards littered the floor, but there seemed to be no end to them. She mentally kicked herself for storming off to have a tantrum. Sure she was mad, but a petty argument was nothing to storm off about. There were more important things to be doing.

But here she was, fighting off two entire pods of Grey Guards. She hissed as one tried to swipe at her with his sword. 3 more guards had moved to take the fallen guards place.

She launched at another one, piercing him in the arm. He grunted in pain, dropping to the ground. She parried a blow from another, bracing for impact as another one charged from behind.

A yell tore from her throat as their sword sliced her leg. She crashed to the ground, gaze following the sweep of blonde that blazed past her. She knew who had come to protect her. They always did.

She quickly sliced a strip of fabric from her cloak, wincing as she tightened it around her leg.

“(Y/n)! Are you alright?” Barda spared a glance behind him, locking gazes with her. She nodded, carefully getting to her feet. She leant on her spear, gritting her teeth as the pain flared through her leg.

Suddenly Lief was by her side, fending of a guard all whilst looking at her. “This is all my fault, I’m so sorry (Y/n)!”

She rolled her eyes. “We’re both at fault here. Let’s just fight these guys so we can live another day.” She stabbed a guard trying to attack her.

“But if I had just told you that I loved you, none of this would have happened!”

“Nows not the time Lief- wait, what did you just say!?” She shot him an incredulous look as she tried her best to evade the guards.

“You two can sort that out later! We need to get out of here before more arrive!” Barda bellowed. Leif yelled in agreement. “I suggest we knock off these guys fast then, I’m not about to run anywhere!” (Y/n) shot back.

Barda didn’t hesitate, quickly making a signal to Lief. (Y/n) didn’t get the chance to ask, as what seemed with not an ounce of effort, Lief swept (Y/n) up into his arms, making a mad dash after Barda.

 The three collapsed on the ground, heaving heavy breaths as they tried to collect themselves. (Y/n) wriggled off Lief, sprawling out on the grass.

“What in all of Deltora possessed you to fight them (Y/n)?”

She picked her head up and stuck her tongue out at Barda.

“They were hunting you, so I figured I’d distract them for awhile until maybe you knuckleheads moved on. There was another pod nearby though and they managed to corner me.” She rolled over, now facing the sky. She flinched as her leg brushed against the grass.

“Let me look at that cut.” Lief was by her side immediately, concerned gaze fixed on her makeshift bandage.

 (Y/n) propped herself against a tree, eyes closed as she twitched with every touch. Barda has disappeared to fetch more water.

She cracked one eye open to watch Lief. He was crouched beside her, carefully cleaning her wound. His touch was delicate, as if he was afraid of hurting her. She gazed at his face. There was anger swirling in his eyes.

“Did you mean what you said back there?”

Leif didn’t respond, and for a moment she thought he hadn’t heard her.

“I did…” he paused, hand hovering over her leg. “You’re amazing, (Y/n). And I let you get hurt.” He clenched his fists; knuckles going white.

He jumped when something caressed his shoulder. He turned to look at her. She was smiling softly.

“But I’m here now, right? You did save me.”

Leif nodded, returning to cleaning her wound. He swiftly applied their ointment and rewrapped it with bandages.

(Y/n) pat the ground beside her, to which Leif hesitantly sat down. They sat in silence, simply taking in the forest around them, until (Y/n) leaned up, pressing a kiss to his cheek. His hand flew to the spot and his mouth hung open, but when he looked to her, her eyes were closed, but a sly smile graced her lips.

  Barda returned to camp, carrying the filled water bottles. It was oddly quiet and he nearly feared the worst.

Until he reached their camp and realised they were fine. He smiled, settling down beside their belongings.

Both teens were peacefully asleep, hands intertwined.

#bnha writers fest #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #mha kirishima

[spookyspaghettisundae]

All Eyes on You

Maybe it could have been a regular weekend for me, but there’s no way for me to tell if I was the one who screwed everything up. I was a bit hungover from the night before, so my head weighed a ton and every source of bright light made me cringe in pain—whether it was the fluorescent neon tubes overhead or the daylight streaming in through the store’s front windows.

Every single beep of the cashier running items over the scanner at checkout was like a tiny knife being stuck into my skull, over and over and over again, even though I was fairly far away from it, browsing the unnecessary amount of different brands of laundry detergent.

I grabbed some random one that had nice soft colors and chucked it into my shopping cart. It caused the whole thing to shake and rattle and a person pushing past me gave me a dirty look.

Under any other circumstances, I wouldn’t have wasted any thought on this, but today was different. Now, everything was different. Now, as I looked up, and past that guy shooting me the disparaging glance, I realized that everybody in the store was looking at me.

“Feeling watched” would have been the understatement of the century.

It was so weird and jarring that I forgot about the effects of my hangover for the next few minutes. In part because my heart was racing, in part because my mind was going wild with conspiracy theories and rampant paranoia.

Although I pretended to not care or not notice, I could tell that everybody in the store was looking at me at one point or the other. Normally, I would have chalked this up to something silly, like one of my friends having written something on my forehead with a magic marker while I was passed out.

But with what had happened the night before, I knew better. I knew something was wrong. Horribly wrong.

It didn’t help that some of these people would pretend to not be looking at me, either—furtive glances, eyes quickly darting down to study a shopping list on their phone, or to act like they were looking over grocery items on the shelves. Anything to avoid eye contact with me.

I know what you’re thinking. Just allow me to dial back and explain before you make up your mind.

The night before, I was feeling pretty depressed. I was still pretty new in this town and knew nobody around there. Just some backwater town in the middle of nowhere. The rent on the apartment I had found there was cheap, and the commute to my workplace only an hour which was a vast improvement over my last home.

So I grabbed some beers, drove up to a lonesome little picnic area on the forest’s edge that I had seen on the first day I had visited town when I went to go scout out the apartment a few months ago, and decided to chill out there and watch the sunset after a tedious Friday at work.

The whole day had dragged on at a snail’s pace and I just wanted to unwind and not stare at any screens for a few hours.

I sat there, nursing my first beer, sitting on top of the backrest of the bench like a rebel, when I spotted a mansion near the forest’s edge. I mean, I had seen it before when I first took a drive through this town, but it was only now that I noticed a few funny details about it. And when I say “funny,” I don’t mean the amusing sort.

It had a large red brick wall encircling the entire yard—and that place was as big as a football field. The large mansion matched that appearance, also featuring red bricks and sandstone and wood in its construction, and a lot of unusual details like a tower built into the corner of it. Everything was overgrown with lush green ivy, and there were some nice-looking trees on the property.

So far, so idyllic.

The weird part were the men in green camo clothing, carrying what I think were assault rifles. They patrolled around the inside of the walls, so it was no wonder I hadn’t seen them when I drove through town earlier that year, but being up on the hill at the forest’s edge gave me some elevation and allowed me to see over the walls somewhat.

They were all pretty big-looking dudes. I pegged them for soldiers or something like that—though my imagination wandered to this being a mafioso’s estate and these guys being some well-armed thugs.

It would make sense for some gangster boss to be living well out on the countryside where everything’s nice and quiet, right?

I downed two whole beers and while I had been trying to distract myself with unpacking everything that had happened over the course of the week—both at work and in my personal life—my curiosity got the best of me.

I had to know what the hell this mansion was.

With a simple plan in mind, I packed up everything, and drove back down from the picnic site, now taking a detour so I could casually roll past the mansion. A large steel gate obscured any way of seeing into the mansion’s premises, which was frustrating. In my mind’s eye, I had expected one of those metal fence gates that you can see through, but this one was just a solid surface instead.

Tossing out my original plan, I parked my car across the road by the grass, got out, and walked over. You may be thinking that I was crazy, and I can assure you I am. I was always a bit of a tomboy growing up, and I possessed a fearlessness that got me into trouble every now and then—and because I always got away with playing dumb or innocent, I always got away with my shenanigans and I never learned. Not until this day.

I pressed a button by the gate that I figured to be a buzzer and waited.

Within seconds, a small metal slot opened on the gate, from which a man wearing sunglasses peered through, and it was so sudden and swift in response to my pressing that button that I nearly choked in surprise.

“Yes?” asked the man behind the gate.

“Uh, I was, uh, I was,” I started stammering until my wit finally kicked in. “I was up at the picnic site up here to relax and I had no reception on my phone whatsoever, but I need to make an important call. I figured I could ask here if I could use your land line, or something?”

I slung out my phone and waved it around like a magic wand while flashing this man a dumb smile and shrugging. He looked over his shoulder as if he was responding to someone behind him, but he didn’t say a word. I think he looked up at the picnic site and I could feel the blood draining from my face. Because he turned, though, I saw a weird tattoo on his neck: just a single eye.

Not like I know anything about ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, but if I had to describe it, that’s what it reminded me of. No fancy elaborate details, just a simple eye. Wide open.

His head turned back with a painful slowness. I could sense the gears churning behind his forehead.

“My phone’s got reception just fine,” said the man. “Here, you can borrow mine.”

I guessed my charm had worked its magic. He held out his phone through the small slot, offering it to me.

Realizing way too late that all of this was a terrible idea, I glanced at my phone and flicked its display on, then chuckled—way too nervously, I presume, “Hey, look at that! I got a bar back. Maybe it was just up at the woods that was not working out for me. Thanks, though.”

The guard slowly withdrew his phone and even though I couldn’t see his eyes, I could have sworn he was glaring at me. I smiled back at him, hoping to disarm any ill will, and started getting really scared about this being some sort of gangster hideout.

“Have a nice day,” he said. But it sounded more like a threat.

He shut the slot with lightning speed and I turned to leave, holding up my phone and pretending to make a call. I yapped away into the void of the non-existent phone call, cringing at my pathetic attempt at emulating a one-sided conversation and the resulting blandness, until I had gotten into my car and slammed the door shut behind me.

My palms were sweaty and cold when they clasped the steering wheel and stick, and I drove away. I was pretty rattled for the rest of the evening although I got back home without any further incident. On the whole ride home, I kept looking into my rear-view mirror to see if I was being followed. And in my paranoia, I thought that some people on sidewalks were shooting me looks, but I dismissed it at the time.

Back at home, I drank the rest of my beers and distracted myself with lousy TV shows until fell asleep.

Then I woke up the next morning, sporting the splitting headache, and decided that things couldn’t be so bad. Because, hey, when it feels like gremlins are pounding the inside of your skull with a jackhammer and your brain’s a funny soup, a lot of worries stop existing. With that state of mind, I went to do my grocery shopping for the week.

And now—this. Everybody watching me. In the confines of my own head, I was calling myself names and cursing myself out for being such a paranoid idiot. There was no reason to be afraid.

But my heart wouldn’t stop racing. Even outside, as I put my groceries in the trunk, I knew that even the people driving in and out of the small parking lot were looking at me.

Watching me.

Worse: I saw that tattoo again. On someone’s forearm. Some lady returning an empty shopping cart to the storefront. She never looked at me directly, but with my back turned to her, I had felt a burning gaze transfixed upon me.

What the hell was this? As an avid reader of strange fiction and horror movie enthusiast, I immediately thought they had to be some sort of cult. What if this entire town was run by a cult? Stranger things have happened.

This was all so surreal. I felt very small and like I was just a passenger in my own body. Everything tingled. My fingers felt numb.

I drove home and shut myself in for the rest of the weekend. I tried to distract myself with TV and video games and even talking to a friend who lived halfway across the country, but nothing helped. I couldn’t help it. I kept thinking that this entire town was crazy and that I was being watched now. I even started getting paranoid if they could tap into my phone or hack my computer, so I avoided telling my friend about anything I had witnessed here.

Just shot the breeze about how life had been for her lately, and put up a good show in pretending that everything was normal on my end.

Come Monday morning, I snuck out of my home and got into my car. Paranoia got the better of me again, so I started checking my ride quite thoroughly, not caring if I would be late for work that day. I had watched too many stupid shows to not think that someone might have tampered with my car. I checked to see if the brakes were working, if there were any bugs, pawing underneath my seats for foreign objects, you name it.

I’m not any sort of professional and if anything was there, I probably missed it. But hey—I tried. Still, I found nothing.

After wasting half an hour on this exercise in futility, I drove off. I never felt so exhilarated to go to work as that day. Because work, for the first time, felt like an escape from something worse. It also felt like an escape from my own head, because I was questioning my own sanity. Surely, the whole town couldn’t be in a cult, right?

I cranked up the music on my radio and sang along to a song I normally hated. And I felt good. For a short while, at least.

It stopped when I drove down the road I usually take to leave town to go to work. A nice narrow road meandering through the wooded area, just like the ones you see in horror flicks.

There was a roadblock in the way once I rounded a curve, with a small jam of cars lined up in front of it. Two police cars obstructed the path and there were some officers standing beside them, one of them talking to the driver in the car at the front of the line. My heart sank, plummeting right into my gut region. I could feel my belly pulsing with my accelerated, anxious heartbeat.

I wonder—does everybody get as nervous as I do whenever I see cops nearby? It’s not like I’d ever done anything wrong, but it had always made me nervous. Even under normal circumstances. Even before this weekend.

But today was different. The events of this weekend had multiplied my paranoia—they had mutated it. If this whole town was run by some weird cult, what if the cops were in on it? What if they were looking for me?

Right when one of the cars was let past the roadblock and drove off, I panicked. I steered out of line and made a U-turn, swerving back onto the road with screeching tires and driving off. It took me a few moments to realize in retrospect that this made me grind my teeth and may have been a stupid move, but I started speeding up and driving away.

The trembling started when I saw a cop car show up behind me, half a minute later. They let the siren wail at me for a split second to grab my attention, and used their blinker to signal me to pull over.

With growing dread, I planned to play along, but step on the gas if things went south.

Even with all the adrenaline rushing through my body, and my attempts to stop my trembling by gripping the steering wheel way harder than natural, I gently steered the car as best I could, driving it onto the roadside and letting it roll to a stop. But I kept the engine running.

A police officer emerged from the car behind me and approached. His hand was resting on the gun at his hip and I wondered if my running motor had anything to do with that.

Or because of this damned cult. Or whatever the hell was going on here.

I rolled down my window once he had arrived there and he looked me up and down. My resolve crumpled and I cut the engine as a token of good will.

“License and registration, please?” asked the police officer in a gravelly voice.

His whole posture was rigid, like a statue—his body language tense. So was I.

Remembering what can go wrong in such an encounter, I carefully leaned over to retrieve the documents from my purse and hand them over. I could feel him watching me all the while, and for the first time in days, I felt like someone watching me was the appropriate action, given the circumstances.

I handed the cop my license and papers and he looked them over, his hand now finally away from the gun, and taking off some of the edge. He studied my face after inspecting my ID.

Then he handed back everything.

“Pardon the interruption, ma'am. Have a nice day,” he told me, and swiveled.

Right when he was walking away was when I saw the tattoo on his neck. The eye—staring at me. Almost as if the damned tattoo itself was watching me.

I never believed in the supernatural or UFOs or any such bunk. But my paranoia was really taking me for a ride now, and I questioned everything I believed in.

When I revved up my engine again and drove off, I still felt the officer’s eyes on me.

Anyway, now you know. That’s how—and why—one day, I bounced from that awful little town, leaving all my belongings behind. How I drove halfway across the states, and started a new life after changing my name.

I’d tell you the town’s name so you can avoid it, but I keep seeing that tattoo in my nightmares. In some of them, it’s like people have an extra eye on their body where there shouldn’t be one, in place of that tattoo. Like the skin breaks open and some bloodshot, weird eye stares at me. Always the same eye.

I still feel watched out in public sometimes. Hell, sometimes I even feel like someone’s watching me at home. I know I should talk to a therapist about this, but I’m afraid they won’t believe me. Or worse.

I got an anonymous call from someone telling me not to talk about what I had seen, but I had to get this off my chest, and maybe nothing bad will happen if I don’t tell you where this was.

—Submitted by Wratts

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[purplesurveys]

688

Have you today?

Looked in a mirror? Not on purpose. We just have several mirrors in the house that I unavoidably pass by and look at.

Watered a plant? Not today, but my dad has asked me to do it a couple of times in the last week.

Worn denim? I haven’t worn outside clothes in almost a monthhhhh. And that includes denim.

Washed your hair? Technically yes. I took a shower at around 1 AM? before heading to bed.

Been in pain? Kind of. My left eye has been irritating me almost every night/morning since the year started; sometimes it gets incredibly swollen, sometimes it just feels like something is stuck in my eyelid. Either way it’s always uncomfortable and painful.

Had a nap? Haha, not yet. But since the lockdown started I’ve been having an afternoon siesta everyday. Brushed your teeth? Yeah, it came along with the ^ above 1 AM shower. Kissed someone? I haven’t been able to kiss my girlfriend in almost three weeks now and I’m miiiiiserable.  Used a cheese grater? Nah, I haven’t used one in a while.

Eaten something sweet? Not yet. I might eat a few pieces of chocnut later though. Spoken to a stranger? Not today, but we did have a village guard knock on our door earlier to give my dad a quarantine pass – it’s to confirm that he’ll be the only one in the family allowed to leave the house in case we need to go to the groceries or something. I peeked by the front door to listen to the interaction, but I didn’t speak with the guard myself. Dropped something? Sure. My bottle of eye drops. Felt upset in some way? You can say that. There’s a new trend on Facebook where groups are created so certain universities can just trashtalk one another as a joke. It was funny at first but there are some posts that have gone too far, personal, or both, and it obviously hasn’t been good for my mental health lol. Drank coffee? Not yet today. I usually have it in the evening. Walked for more than thirty minutes? I also haven’t walked much in three weeks. That’s kinda what’s supposed to happen when your entire city is put on lockdown. Signed up for something? No. I’ve logged in to certain sites, though. Travelled in a car? I also haven’t been in a car in the last couple of weeks. I was able to ride with my dad the night before they imposed the lockdown – we were visiting my grandpa in the columbary because it would’ve been his 80th birthday that day. Opened a can? Nope. Thought about doing something crazy? At the back of my head I always think of driving up to see Gab because I miss her a lot, but it just remains a crazy thought in my head. Listened to a new song? Yeah. I have a couple of saved playlists and I don’t know like 94% of the songs in both of them, so I’m always listening to a new song everyday. Written in a notebook? I haven’t. I’ve written on a piece of paper, though. Fed an animal? Yup, my dog needs his breakfast. Checked your emails? LOL NOPE, and I don’t plan to check them any time soon. Told someone you love them? Yeah, before we both turned in at like 3 AM lol. Made a phone call? Yeah I also called my girlfriend earlier.

Have you in the last week?

Update: I skipped this survey the whole day and now it’s 10:30 in the evening, and I’ve already done a bunch of stuff I said no ^ to earlier lmao but am too lazy to change. Let’s gooooooo

Travelled on a bus? Nah. The bus personally isn’t my main mode of transpo and I only get to ride them when I’m in a group and there’s no choice but to ride a bus, like for field trips or for group itineraries during vacations.

Washed your face? Yeah. I did this today because my face was feeling annoyingly oily. Put a face mask on for the first time in a long time.

Used a blender? No. I don’t think we even have a blender at home, cos no one ever makes stuff that needs to be blended.

Received a phone call? Sure. Gab and I called several times in the last week, and my grandma has also called from time to time to check up on us because the lockdown has kept us from seeing her regularly.

Talked to someone you dislike? I...don’t think so. If I did I’d definitely talk to Gabie about it, and I haven’t done that with her haha.

Consumed alcohol? Ugh, bleck. Yeah. I wanted to get buzzed last week and a bottle of Jack Daniel’s is the only thing we have in the house so I had a small sip and just... disgusting. Whiskey is just not my thing, so never again.

Eaten pasta? Spot on. We had spaghetti for dinner tonight.

Planned for an event? There is no event to plan, and it’ll stay like this for the next 3-4 months probs.

Asked someone for a favour? Sure, I asked Gab to be the one to write the write-up that’s going to be on my college yearbook.

Watched something funny? I’ve been watching tons of these to fight off boredom during the break.

Trimmed your nails? Yep, they were getting long and uncomfortable so I got rid of them.

Browsed Reddit? Also yep. School kept me busy for a couple of months and I wasn’t able to use Reddit then because I’d usually pass out by evening. But right now I have more than enough time to browse it, so I’ve been doing some catching up.

Talked to yourself? I guess? Not as much as before the lockdown though, because I’ve already been usually by myself throughout this break, and don’t feel the ~need to talk to myself.

Purchased tickets for something? Nah. They cancelled almost all future events up until May or June...there’s no tickets to be bought at all to begin with.

Felt like you were annoying someone? Meh, it happens every now and then.

Cleaned a toilet? I’ve never done this at all.

Reminisced about the past? LMAO yeah. Someone created a Facebook group that lets alumni from my high school just shit-talk the school and bring back (and reveal) old drama, scandals, and controversies. It’s hilarious, it hasn’t pissed me off, and past students exposing teachers who turned out to be trash and/or perverts is so satisfying.

Used headphones? I haven’t had headphones in a while.

Laughed with a friend? Yeah, but just virtually. I haven’t heard most of my friends’ voices in a while.

Cooked dinner and then didn't feel hungry? Nah. I HAVE helped my dad make dinner a few times this week, which is like huge baby steps for me in learning how to cook haha.

Written a list? I don’t think I have in the last week.

Played an instrument? Nope. Felt jealous or envious? It happens. Ignored a text message on purpose? Lol yeah I guess. There were times I got fed up with Gab being such a slow replier that when she replies, I stopped wanting to open my inbox. Congratulated someone? I just did! UP’s med school results were released a few hours ago and I congratulated my friend Michelle for passing. Her decision was super clutch – she initially passed med school as early as high school but she declined it so she can take journalism instead, because it’s what she thought she liked at the time. Four years into the course and she realizes she hated it, so she made the really clutch decision to review for med school exams and she ended up passing every single one she took, UP being the icing on the cake. Honestly I wish I had balls like her.

Have you in the last month?

Made a piece of art? I don’t think so.

Rewatched one of your favourite tv shows or movies? I rewatch Friends at least once or twice a month, so ya got me there.

Called a plumber? We haven’t needed to do this.

Been to a see a doctor? Yup, an optometrist. Something’s been going on with my left eye for a while, so I went in to have a checkup a couple of weeks ago.

Finished a book? I did :o I had to read an entire book to make an essay for my business news class. It’s an investigative piece on the fast food industry, which I honestly dig, so I didn’t have a hard time reading and finishing it.

Had a crush on someone? Sure.

Travelled on a train? Definitely haven’t done this at all, except for that one time three years ago when I had to do it with Jum to go to the House of Representatives in Manila.

Worn heels? I don’t think I did, no. Been to a friend's house? Yeah, I was at Gabie’s a couple times before the lockdown started. Shared a bed with someone? ^ Just her. Been to see a movie at the cinema? Haven’t been to since Knives Out last December. Paid attention to celebrity drama? Nah. High school drama though, I’ve been all over that the last couple of days lmao. Felt anxious? I feel it at least once a day. Taken an elevator? Sure. Given someone the cold shoulder? Only when I don’t reply to Gab because she takes too long to reply, lol yeah. It doesn’t last too long though; it’s just a playful tantrum thing. Purchased a new book/game/movie? Nah, I think I find most of my content on YouTube/Netflix anyway. Applied for a job? Hahahahahahahahahahhaha not yet don’t rush me. Used a printer? I don’t think so. Had lunch in a park? But do we have parks at all? Lmaooooooooo Gotten a manicure or pedicure? Definitely not into those. Made an appointment? Ish? If the one with the optometrist counts. Had a blood test done? Not since 2010. Suffered from a major bruise? Lol dude I haven’t moved a lot in the last few weeks, there’s absolutely no reason for me to get a bruise. Researched a topic in-depth? Yes. I am in school, after all.

Have you in the last year?

Been to the beach? Yep, but it’s been a literal year and not less than, and I am haaaaaardcore missing the beach. No idea when I’ll be coming back.

Visited someone in the hospital? No and I hope I won’t have to for now, given what’s been going on.

Played pinball? Ooh I just did earlier this month! Gab and I went to BGC for a whole night of partying, and when everyone went home we stayed so we can go bar-hopping, and there’s a place called Barcade that’s...well, you get the name. ANYWAY they had sooo many vintage arcade games and a couple of pinball machines, and we didn’t waste time playing each of them. It was sooooo fun.

Travelled on a plane? A couple of times.

Worn a costume? I was Dora for Halloween, so yup.

Been thrift shopping? I don’t...think so?

Thought about getting pregnant or got pregnant? Hell no.

Made a big life decision? Not really. Hasn’t everyone’s lives been put on hold because of this stupid virus?

Changed a lightbulb? Never had at all, really.

Framed something and put it on your wall? Nah. I’m not really that kind of person.

Been stargazing? I’ve been doing this a lot recently cos I’ve been staying at the rooftop at night more often. And with everyone at home, the light pollution has been clearing up and the stars have been so much easier to see.

Made a new friend? If the new applicants for our org count, then yes.

Added to a collection? I don’t have any.

Been to the dentist? Oh yeah. I had a really bad toothache throughout December but the dentist took it all away ahhdkjfhdjsfhsf I’m so grateful lmao.

Broken up with someone? Nope.

Held a baby? That’s a bigger nope.

Created a budget? Nah lmao I would never be able to follow it.

Confessed feelings for someone? Already did.

Had surgery of any kind? Nope and I hope I’ll never need one.

Quit a job? Never had a job,

Been in a car accident? NO thank god hahahahahahaha Purchased something worth over a grand? Yep, one of my Christmas gifts for Gabie was well around two grand. Pesos though, so that’s like roughly $40. Been on vacation at least 500km/300mi from home? Yeah, we always do at least one of these when my dad’s home. Applied for an academic course? Does enrolling count? I’m still in college lmao. Had your photo taken by a professional? I had my grad shoot taken last January.

#survey #surveys

[journal-of-an-outlaw]

Price to be Paid

Chapter 3 

Three more weeks. That’s how long you were all stuck in God damn Colter. Tensions ran high as blowhards like Michah started to feel too cooped up, and you had to verbally beat him away more than once. Someone was always with you to help but you dreaded the day he managed to find you on your own. 

Finally, finally, the storm broke and Dutch decided to make a break for it. Last week a group attacked a rival gang for dynamite supplies to rob a train which ended up being a success. They managed to grab some bonds that Hosea promised he could sell quick and get the gang money, something that was desperately needed to buy supplies once off the mountain. 

“Alright, Ms. Grimshaw. Get this place packed up and ready to go! We are finally leaving this mountain!” Dutch cried out one morning. Whooping rang out as people scrambled to gather their few belongings. It wasn’t long before the 5 wagons were packed and ready to go. The 4 covered wagons were filled with people who were injured or healing, so you got stuck in the semi open wagon with Hosea and Arthur. The snow wasn’t falling by this time so it wasn’t too cold. You listened to them talk comfortably with one another and forget you were in the back. Every once in awhile Hosea would ask you a question. His eyes were kind as they turned to give you their full attention. 

Once the wagons passed the snow line, the green valley was in full view below. You had never seen anything like it, Blackwater in the fall couldn’t even come close to this beauty. 

Trees towered above you and reached upwards towards the blue sky, their leaves contrasting against the dark mountains with sprigs of the brightest green. Rivers and lakes could be seen below, and everything was so different from the dead grass you were used to seeing during June back home. Crossing one such stream proved too much for the wagon Arthur was driving, for as soon as it made it over the back left wheel fell off. 

“Ah, shit!” Arthur jumped down as the whole wagon veered back. You tried to grab everything you could from falling but a few bags and canisters still managed to land in the mud. 

“Everything alright back there?” someone called from ahead. 

“I broke the God damned wheel.” Arthur’s tone was serious but you couldn't help but laugh. He glanced up, surprised to see you still in the back. “You hang in there okay, Miss Moore?” 

You nodded and motioned to the bags you were restraining from joining those that had fallen out of the back. “You boys need help with that?” Charles had ran up to offer Hosea a hand at lifting the wagon while Arthur rolled the wheel back into place. Arthur waved his hand at you to stay and the whole wagon lifted suddenly. In no time everything was set in place and ready to go. 

Charles swung himself up to the back to sit with you on one of the crates. Hosea and him started talking about the Native Americans in these parts, the Heartlands, and how they were so mistreated by the government. Your grandfather on your mother’s side had been Native American, but he moved off the reservation when your mother was born and resided in Boston. You had only known him as an infant but your mother was very fond of him. Charles explained his sad story of how he ended up on his own, and it only occurred to you then that you and your family had been so lucky. 

Talk soon turned to where you were headed to make camp. Hosea had been there before and thought it would be suitable. “There’s a livestock town not far from here, called Valentine. Cowboys, outlaws, working girls. Our kind of place.”

Arthur chimed in, “O’Driscolls?”

“Probably them too.”

“Pinktertons?”

At the mention of the large detective agency your father was a part of, you gripped the side of the wagon too hard. A splinter caught your hand and you shook the pain out, but not before you noticed Charles watching you intently. You had flinched massively when Arthur mentioned their name.  

“Let’s hope not,” Hosea answered. It had never occurred to you that that was who the Van der Linde gang was on the run from. You knew the agency was based in Chicago but had a large force down south and must have been called in to see about catching the gang. The man in charge of the Blackwater division was a mean old thing that waltzed around and scared the town to bits. Someone your father, of course, admired greatly. 

The wagons eventually moved through a small forest and came out to a clearing. Hosea called it Horseshoe Overlook. A morning fog hung over the new campsite and gave a glow to the tents that were already set up. You hoped down and walked out to where Abigail was setting up their new home. John had to be carried in, his leg still bandaged and aching. The scars on his face looked better from the weeks of healing in Colter, but Abigail hadn’t let up on him for one moment. Little Jack was running and chasing a butterfly through the grounds, happy and free. Not everyone had the same enthusiasm for the new place. Javier, one of those most loyal to Dutch, was sour at being on the run again. He grumbled in Spanish while hoisting his tent over the standing poles. Ms. Grimshaw pulled you to a few standing barrels and asked you to fill them with water from the stream. 

“The one way down at the bottom of the hill?” you stared incredulously. She looked as though she was about to swing at you so you darted under her pointing arm with two buckets and began the trek. 

All around you were new sights. Bushes, and animals, and trees softly swaying in the breeze. You wished you could draw to try and capture some of the newfound beauty, but art had never come easy. Your hands had been made for great things but holding a pencil was not one of them. 

By the time you had all three water barrels brimming to the top you were hot, sweaty, and the camp was almost entirely set up. Ms. Grimshaw had orders from Dutch to set up a temporary site for you just past Arthur’s wagon and next to a tree. You figured this was so you couldn't run without either passing Arthur, or jumping headfirst off of the cliff. Neither, surprisingly, seemed like viable options. 

Dutch was talking with Arthur and Hosea when he started walking back towards the center of camp. “Now, everyone put down your tools for a moment. Come on gather round, quickly now. I know that things have been tough but we are safe now, and we are far too poor. So it is time for everyone to get to work. It is time for everyone to earn their keep!”  

The gang moved off back to whatever they had planned after the speech when Dutch motioned to you. He and Hosea were in his tent with Molly O’Shea. “Now, Ms. Moore, what can I expect from you?”

Three sets of eyes watched you think of something to say. Clearly he had set this up so that Abigail couldn't sweep in and save you. You tried to come up with some ways to make money. You had no clothes besides those on your back, no discernible skills besides pickpocketing and singing, and a whole camp of people to prove yourself to. 

“Well, I - I can sing real well, and pickpocket the best of them. I’m a fast learner and decent with a bow, I learned to hunt from up high. I promise that I can pull my weight and hold my own here, I just need to be given a chance.”

You must have sounded desperate because Molly spoke up. “Moore? That’s an Irish last name. She’s good to stay with me.”

Hosea and Dutch were very surprised by her contribution but agreed that you could stay on a trial period. You left with renewed confidence, and set off to see about a horse. If you could head into town and sell the few items you had in your pockets you could pick up a decent bow. Bows meant hunting, and there was your contributions all in place. 

A group was planning on heading into Valentine to check it out and you were pleased to see Mary-Beth was among them. Abigail decided to stay with John and Jack but you promised to grab some herbs for her while you were out. The wagon kicked into motion and rolled up the hill to meet the town of Valentine.

Overall, it was not a great place. Blackwater was larger, and at least had some paved roads. The mud on the main road got stuck everywhere and somehow it always seemed wet. The people were friendly enough and bought your cover story about why the gang was in the area. 

The bell in the general store dinged quietly when you pushed the door open. A man was hunched over the catalogue and in deep conversation with the owner so you decided to browse before making any purchases. All the same goods as your general store back home greeted you, but there was no happy memory associated with being in that place. Finally the shopkeeper called you over and you handed him the list of what you needed. Canned fruits and vegetables that could last, dried meats for the hunters when they headed out of camp, treats and food for the horses, herbs for Abigail, and some drinks for sitting around the campfire. 

“Of course. I can gather these for you. Is that your wagon out front? I’ll load them onto it for you while you shop around town.”

You smiled and thanked the man. The bell above the door dinged again and Mary-Beth walked in to greet you. “Oh, Y/N, let’s get you set up with some new clothes. Those old things haven’t lasted well through our travels and I would love to see you in something blue. I would say green, but thats Molly’s color and she’s hotter than a fire poker when someone else wears it.”

“Did I tell you she’s the reason I get to stay? When Dutch and Hosea asked what I could contribute I couldn’t think of one darn thing, but because my surname sounds vaguely Irish she laid down the law that I must stay.”

Mary-Beth looked at you with wide eyes. “Most days she won’t even share the same air as these folks. You must have really done something to her, YN!”

She held a stunning blue cloth up against your torso. “This. I am adding this to our pile before he notices so we can make you a new dress. Or shirt, it would look keen tucked into your pants now.” Mary-Beth snagged some lace for herself and rushed out the front door, smiling at the attendant as she passed him on her way out. 

Discussing your contribution reminded you that you needed to see the gunsmith before the wagon left for the day. Walking back to camp through the mud sounded like a nightmare. 

Arthur was in the gun shop trying out a new long range rifle. He was holding it up in the air while the attendant repositioned his shoulders. “Now sir, you should know that this one has quiet the kick. Be careful and don’t hold on too tight or your shoulder will go right out.” Arthur nodded and placed the gun down on the counter. You browsed the bows on the opposite wall and picked a sturdy one out. It was tall, almost to your shoulder height, but you knew the power it held in its limbs. Testing it out proved you right, and you asked the shopkeep how much it was. 

Your jaw dropped at the total and you quickly put it back, embarrassed you had even touched it. Arthur chuckled lightly before reaching over you and plucked it back out of the case. 

“Mr. Morgan, please, you know I can’t afford that.” He looked back over at you and said, “Way I see it this is for the camp. You know how to hunt, we need meat, camp only gets fed if meat comes in. Therefore, you ain’t paying for this one.”

A flush of embarrassment covered your face and neck and you muttered a thank you to Arthur before rushing out the door. Everything has been checked off your list and you headed back to the wagon, but before you reach it you heard a sucking sound and your left boot flew off your foot. Hopping over to a post by the saloon you desperately searched for your boot. The mud smelled, and you scrunched up your nose while you tried to yank and pull but to no luck. 

Tilly Jackson was your hero this time. She laughed so hard watching you stumble about she almost didn't make it to the middle of the street from falling over sideways. You watched from your seat in front of the saloon, one foot with a boot and one with only a sock. After a few moments of digging and pulling she succeeded. You whooped with her and quickly laced up your boot. 

“I can’t believe this smell! Tilly what awful things does Valentine do to have this affliction sit over the town?”

“Well, Y/N, this here town doesn't have the luxury of being situated by a lake like Blackwater. I reckon the breeze came in and swept away everything that didn’t want to stick around.”

As you contemplated that and watched the wagon being loaded up to head back to camp, the sadness that sat in your heart shocked you. After over a month on the road you began to miss Blackwater and the comfort of being home. It was a strange thing knowing that you were happier now. Your mother and father and friends were all back in that city, going day to day about their normal lives. You wondered if they missed you. But this was your decision and you knew it was for the best. 

You chuckle back at Tilly. “Well, I guess that breeze decided to take me too then.”

#price to be paid #chapter 3 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #fanfic #fanfiction #sorry this chapter is short!! #I promise the next ones are better #had to establish some stuff first

[abdulwahabalam]

Blog Interview

The Long Awaited Abdul Wahab Interview is Here

https://propakistani.pk/2017/11/10/long-awaited-abdul-wahab-interview/

If you are a regular ProPakistani reader, you must know about Abdul Wahab. A constant presence in our comments section, he has become a cult figure and a source of great amusement.

We asked you to chip in with your questions a while back and today, we are finally publishing the full interview with Abdul Wahab for your reading pleasure. We have kept editing to a minimum to let Wahab’s unique personality shine through the text.

Onwards to the readers’ questions and Abdul Wahab’s answers.

When did you start following ProPakistani?

Exactly i don’t know but I remembered that I am following ProPk since 1 year ago.

I have to ask from Abdul Wahab. What’s your age?

It’s not about age, it’s about 26 Years of my Life (My DOB is 26-SEP-1991) on 17th Rabi O Awal 1412 Hijri on Thursday Morning.

Stars Kabhi Khabaar He Paida Hote hai :)

Tell us about your academic qualifications?

I am studying MA (Economics) Final (Pata Nahi Nursery Se Final Tak Ka Safar Main Ne Kis Tarha Suffer Kiya)

What inspires you to read and post on ProPakistani?

Gossip, Entertainment & a Lot of Knowledge.

Wo alag baat hai ye saare articles main pehly he KAHI aur pharh chuka hota hou.

And wo alag baat hai K main bina parhe he comments karta deta ho heading main kuch baaten samajh ati hai.

What are your hobbies and what do you do for a living? Are you a student?

My Hobby is Surfing, Browsing, Working, Cleaning My Home, Watching Horror Movie, Shows, Carton, Movies, Outing, Long Driving & Don’t Forget Sleeping.

I take oxygen for Living & yes I am Student, Professional, Bachelor (means Single).

What do you do in your free time and when ProPakistani doesn’t publish (on weekends)?

I am totally considering on my job only during free time.

Abdul Wahab, I have seen you ignoring hateful comments or seeing the funny side of it. What many people would like to know is that how do you manage to take all those negative trolls so bravely and remain positive all the time?

Dil Bara Hona Chahyeh & My Dadi Said to me “Jo Bura Kehte hai Asal Main Wahi Bure Hote hai Don’t take seriously.”

I am smiling on every time & don’t take seriously my haters.

Its my haters who are gonna make me famous (So Thank U for Hating Me & for the Bad Replies on my funny Comments).

Do you think that ProPakistani articles are going to make a change in Pakistan? Where do you see your comments in this regard? Do you see your commenting make a difference?

Yes ProPk & me want change in Pakistan. We demand a Better Pakistan as Iqbal Sahab dreamed & as our Quaid wanted.

Hi Wahab. Brother you are one of the great persons here and the best at the comments. My Question is why mostly your comments are judgmental, declarative or biased? Why not make them based on your experiences or arguments-based?

Express the Experience is on my first priority, sometime when i stuck due to policies and department politics then ” Sunata Ho Phir Bohat ”

Wahab bhai, what are your future plans?? Any other forums you plan to target on?

My First Future plan to get marry after that (my thinking will start to end only on my Wife).

Anyway Mr. Aamir Atta is my ideal Tech person. I want to become like this man since I got a lot of info here from ProPk.

What do you think about the IT sector in Pakistan and its future ? Do you think our low Internet Penetration is hindering our IT sector from booming ?

We need highly qualified and experience person in IT sectors specially in PTA chairman who have a skill to understand the lack of IT Sectors Problem.

Enhance the PTCL Network, Internet Speed, 3G 4G Covered Areas, Polices & Benefits to Export on IT Sector, Low Taxes rate of IT Product Import. Interest free loan etc.

No doubt you are quite Popular in a wide reader’s network (ProPakistani), how does it feel?

Well, feeling never express in words : I can feel only Aaj lagta hai main hawaon mein hoon, Aaj itni khushi mili hai,

Have you ever thought of writing an article for ProPakistani? If yes what topic you would have chosen?

Yes i am thinking on daily basis to write a article to ProPk.

My topics would be  #How to Implement a Policies in Pakistan, #Education Priority, #Save Tree, #Islamic # Current Affairs, #Politics & My Favorite “Bacho Ki Shaadi Jaldi Karni Chahyeh ”

What interests you more, Technology or Politics?

Of course Marriage But Officially i Consider on the Tech Q K Pakistan K Politics Main Kuch Nahi Rakha Ye Sub Mill K HUM Ko Mamu Bana Rahy hai.

Please tell us about your prospective about Pakistan? Do you see you have a better future here or you will become a part of brain drain?

Pakistan have a great talent, natural resources & here is great future, But some politician have wasted these things.

We have to be saved these things to making a bright future of Pakistan for our child & family.

If you are ever considered as the Prime Minister or President of Pakistan, what three steps would you take first?

Less Inflation, Pure Water Purified Plant, Arrange Energy Crisis.

How can he be always online to comment?

I am available in ProPk only 10AM TO 7PM (My Office Time Only).

I am Not Using ProPk At Home Or outside Working Areas.

If you could make a suggestion on improving ProPakistani, what would it be?

ProPk Is best it’s my first website to comments on there : I’ve some queries for ProPk :

We have many apps & software to convert ENGLISH to URDU (ProPk) Used it to Share Article in One Page into Two Languages to Share anyone.

ProPk Must have Windows, Andriod, & IOS Apps & Update Daily.

ProPk add searching option contains format to search out anything in ProPk Pages

ProPk showing yearly profit & lose statement

ProPk arrange camping to participate any training with the help of Organization

ProPk arrange online computer course in both or URDU languages to learn easily

ProPk make apps for (Games, Books, Education,Songs Movie Etc)

PorPk Focus on Current Affair TECH News

ProPk Advise us regarding addmission, test, result, exam, etc for each university & Faculty

ProPk launch compliant cell (Some Member have issue)

ProPk have proff reading problem make sure each and everything before posting

ProPk conduct a surcvey report monthly basis (Which article best, what you want, suggest, comments, voting etc)

ProPk arrange MEMBER ot the Month (for Best Comments, Most Comments Etc)

ProPk add website vising counting on daily basis

ProPK notification issue please resolve it

Add twitter notification to get any one who are following on you in Twitter

What if you are made Prime Minister of Pakistan; any to do list?

I Want to do something. I have a lot of ideas on to how to grow income & how to save money & how to spend money in Pakistan & on the Pakistani People:

Focus to open Tax Free Manufacturing Plant (Growth Our Local Industry)

Focus to open Water Purification Plant at KARACHI SEA for Pure Drink & Supply to Whole Pakistan

Focus on KALA BAGH DAM & Another PAK DAM in PAKISTAN

Focus on Wind Turbine to produce electricity

Focus to open GAS & Oil Plant to avoid importing

Change Complete High Level Management & Staff of PIA, Post Office, Steel Mill, Government Department, Custom, Associations, Police, Rangers, Army Etc

Completely bio metric system from Child Birth to Death & In All Stage (Admission, Job, Purchasing, Buying, GSM, Mobile, Traveling Etc)

All Social Websites & Apps linked with Bio Metric system. Per CNIC only One ID can be registered in all social sites to secure internet security & safety.

Focus to open Registered Free Hospitals, School, Collage, University, Shop, Industries, Bank, Etc (On Government Stage)

Completely Free Education From Nursery to Under Graduation with Books, Notes Etc (& Scholarship for onward education)

Road, Bridge, Under Pass, Repair & New to be prepared

Only Government Public Buses are allowed on road (All Private should be banned). Rate 5 Rupee Per Stop (Student Free) 06AM TO 06PM

In Pakistan, Saturday, Sunday should be considered as Leave for Industry, Banks, Education, Etc (Except Hospital)

Working Timing for all sectors :  07 AM TO 3PM (One Shift 8 Hours) Each Industry must be working on 8 Huors Shift ( No More Overtime)

Working Benefits : Annual Leaves, Bonus, Gratuity, Provident Fund, Medical, Loan (Interest Free) Etc

All Policies, Rules, Regulation & Law are same in Pakistan & applicable in all areas of Pakistan including all provinces & department

Register All Restaurant, Hotels, Food Shop for Pure Quality

Focus to open Pakistan Foods Authority

No More SASTA Bike & Car E.g Bike Min PKR 70,000 & Car E.g 1,000,000 Starting Price Without Taxes

Heavy Taxes on Using, Bike, Car, Smart Phone,(Any Other Like this) & Import (Those Product already made in PAK) (To Save the environment)

Same Price of All Product in Pakistan e.g. Fuel, Foods, Veg, Fruits, Equipment., Etc

Monthly Rent on Using Social Apps

All Women Should be wear Scarf, in all premises of Pakistan.

Each Government, Private Department Office, Industry should have valid Uniforms.

No Morning Show, No Ramadan Show, No Game Show, No Music Show, No Women on Commercials allowed in Pakistan

First Priority on ISLAM then Pakistan

All MNA MPA, Mayor, PM, CM, DIG, SP SHO, etc should be Graduates & Master. They must be Beard on Face & Five Time Namazi & Know the Baisc Rules of ISLAM

No Parci, Sifarish, Relation Ship to be entertain in Pakistan Only Merit & Experience are allowed

All Online Shopping processes must be registered

SAZA On Public Places

Focus to Plant Trees. Strict Rules for Plant Tree on Each Home Office Areas for All Pakistanis

Banned complete Import Indian Items, Iran Afghanistan , Sham. Israil Etc Countries

Basic Salary of Employee PKR 20,000 (8 Hours Only)

Complete Salary to be giving through Bank Accounts ONLY No More taking Cash Allowed to AnyOne

Focus to Moderate Highways & Tourism Areas

All Rules & Regulation to be changed according to current affairs (After Public Verification)

NAB have authorized to check all people money & transaction etc

All Government Vacancy, Hiring, Appointment Etc to be launch under One Department

Low Taxes in all sectors

9PM is last timing for shutdown complete markets (Medical Facility will be available on 24Hours)

Marriage are allowed only in Marriage LAWN, No More Street, Ground Ceremony : Time Closed 11PM Otherwise Jail

Focus to open & support IT Sectors to compare international markets using apps, software etc.

Allow PayPal, & Permission to Branch less Banking to remit internationally with limits.

Focus to Quick Problem Resolving.

Bearing of all types of Expense by Pakistan Bait ul Maal for child births

Jobless person are allowed to get the cash from any bank with thumb impression PKR : 5000 to survive life no More Beggars until unless the getting job.

Focus to Enhance the network of AmanTech Faculty in Pakistan.

Salary taxes starting on 1 Lac

All Department using ERP , MRP Etc Software

Focus to Online with Quality, Paper Less Working

Searching Bridal & Groom & Support Poor People for Marriage

Focus to open Government Compliant Cell to launch complaint against, Any Government, Private Department, Any Education , Any Foods, Any Person with Proff:

Only these taxes would be eligible in Pakistan, Custom Duty (1% to 35%), Sales Tax (5% to 15%) Income Tax (1% to 20%) Regular Duty (10% to 100%) Anti Dumping Duty (15% 55%) Depends the product and category

Fixed Rates for Utilities Bill e.g

Teacher License, Coaching License Etc for Quality of Education

At the Time of Azaan, All types of PTCL, Internet, Mobile, Social Apps, TV Cable Etc is stopped until the completion on Namaz (Five Times)

Government Arrange PAKISTAN TALENT HUNT Program on Live on Media to showing talent, skill of Each Pakistani.

Poor Family Loan Services without interest

Emergency ATM Loan Service 500 (In Case of CashLess Pockets) One Time Transaction on Each Month (Only For Account Holder Who have Good Rating in Bank)

In Case of Employee Terminated then Factory Or Department giving him or her 6 Month Bonus Salary

Salary of Each People of Pakistani transferred into account before 30th Of Each Month

Online CNIC, CRC, Pass Port, Domicile, PRC Etc facilities

Online Police Station FIR Facilities

CPCL & PTA have free hand to track any person using IP Address, Mobile Number Code Etc

Corruption, Bribes Case Etc (Recover All Amount & JILAWATAN Til Death Or Phansi )

Government decided consumer product price with subside

Protocol of 3 Van Only (Without STOPPED the Road & Etc) for PM, President, General ARMY NAVY & AIR FORCE Only No More Protocol for MNA MPA Mayor Etc & They all will be in touch with Public

Public Platform for advising

All People of Pakistani Should be marry within 25 Years (Boys & Girls too) Government Support Financially (if need it) & registered marry otherwise take serious action.

Government makes a village for support all beggars,poor people by living, by medical by education

Only One Jail System In Pakistan that name “PAKISTAN CENTRAL JAIL”  suited in Sea Or Desert Area (Which People who has courrt assine a terror more than 3 month) (NO More Jail in Public Places) (Fully Mobile Signal Jammers, No Internet, Etc) All person who have in Jail make sure for Foods, Education, Islamic Education, Timing limit for News & Watching Movie Etc

All Government Privatized action will be taken after Public Voting :

All Pakistani House ,Flat, Building, Floor Wise home Etc should be registered and get the MAP too : OtherWise taken serious aciton

Government scheme arrange Middle Class Family Housing Scheme with Under Budget

Government arrange to learning Modern Langues that name ” Pakistan Institute of Languages” which is providing you More Than 100 Languges in affordable fee & free for poor people

Government can arrange 5000 People of Pakistani On Monthly Basis Will be going to Performed UMRAH for 10 Days In Just PKR 25,000 (Including all Expense) (Who have never Gone for UMRAH)

Government can arrange 75% of Quota of Approve HAJI for PAKISTAN will be going under Govt Scheme in Just PKR : 200,000 (On Installment)

All Companies , Industry, Office, School, Collage University Etc Shall be using resisted Window 10 With Office 365 & IDM in PC.

No More Window, Software, Games Available in CD Or DVD in less than 100 Rupees With Two Time Installation ( In Karachi CD Or DVD Cost Right Now 25/50)

Government makes Apps for Cloud Storage with Contact (Your Memory Card & PC Data) Free & Some Affordable Price in One CNIC with One Number

In All August, All Pakistani should be arrange Falg of Pakistan out side of home, at in Bike Or Car, Bus, Road, Building etc\

No More Job Posting In News Paper & Any Other Site without Pro Per Mention Work, Lum Sum Salary Benefit. With Company nameEtc & Must be used Office Domain Email lD. No More Add published with Hotmail, Gmail, Yahoo Etc

All Pakistani News Media Have Proper WebSites Page in URDU Langues Or Convert into Urdu

Politician Age Starting 20 to 40 Years Only (No More Allowed in Politics & Government Job After 40) (Until Unless Public Vote)

If Any One Political Party Have Won the General Election Then No More Allowed In Next Election Only

No More Smoking, Tobacco, Chalia, Gutka, Chars, Afheem, Ghanjah, Durgs, Alcohol Etc in the Premise of Pakistan (For Public Using Not For Medical Purpose) Only Simple PAN Allowed With Sweet Supari

Arrange to All Clean City Green City & Lot More Policies & Working in my mind but i didn’t get any platform to enhance my skills

Electric 3 Rupee for Residential

5 Rupee for Commercial,

Or Fixed 1000 Rupee Per Ground Floor (300 Unit tak) :

More Floor More 1000 (Commercial 5 Rupee Per Unit)

Gas 2 Rupee for Residential

6 Rupee for Commercial,

Fixed 500 Per Ground Floor More Floor More 500 (100 Unit tak)

Water 500 Per Ground Floor Fixed

(Contact to Me [email protected] / [phone]

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Walmart Credit Card & Online Banking Login Info And Guide

Walmart is unparalleled in the Entire World and America. Its retail shops are anyplace from the US; in each state, every significant city, plus they've over 11,000 locations globally.

And that does not like Walmart? Its Supercenters are all under a single roof. Meat, poultry, bakery products, delicacies food, milk, fish, medication, garden facilities, pet stores facilities, picture galleries, and all smaller stores; banks. It is named by you. You can get anything at the foot plaza that is substantial. And you do not have to go anyplace else. There are clothes even fast-food restaurants, and jewelry, makeup, bags, and shoes.

Even the discount shops are stocked. That too in the costs of Walmart's supercenters that are bigger. This makes Walmart a much less expensive alternative than other retailers such as Kroger, Whole Foods and Trader Joe's.

Our informative article details all you want to know about also the charge and Walmart.

The Walmart Credit Card

Walmart accepts the traces of Discover credit cards: Visa, American Express and, needless to say, MasterCard. However, they also run.

Both credit cards are:

The Walmart Credit Card: This is the shop card. It may only be utilized at Walmart Stores, at Sam's Club Stores, online at Walmart.com and in Murphy USA gas channels.

The Walmart MasterCard: This is possible to use at a far bigger assortment of places i.e. Anywhere that takes MasterCard.

What Benefits Can the Walmart Credit Card Offer?

The two Walmart Credit Cards (the shop card and MasterCard) provide the identical '3.2.1. Money-Back Reward' since it's called. This means customers of those cards get:

3 percent off on each of their online purchases at Walmart.com. This will include your Pickup buys, where you pick it up and are able to purchase online ahead.

Two% off on all gasoline purchases you make at Walmart gas channels or in Murphy USA gas channels.

1 percent off on the other purchases such as those made in the Walmart Store.

A $25 Account Opening Bonus at which you could find a reduction of $25 on purchases performed on precisely the exact same day you start your credit card accounts. Your credit card has been approved on the internet, you receive your discount on purchases that are. You are able to avail of the deal pass you have in the shop if you applied to a store.

These benefits are compensated as a charge on your statement. That means this month in the event that you save 20 on shopping, you will get charge of $20 from the announcement of the next month.

The Walmart Credit Card: If I buy it?

The interest of this Walmart Credit Card is high -- 23.40percent of March 2017, based on Synchrony Bank. The Walmart MasterCard includes a similar APR of 17.40 percent, 20.40percent or 23.40%, based on the consumer's credit. Even after that, Synchrony Bank states in their Terms and Conditions that just a restricted number of consumers could qualify for the reduced APR.

This implies there might be options to the Walmart Credit Card, using APRs and reward programs that are far better.

Why not?

If you're a really regular online shopper, then the three% off at Walmart.com can make it worth the dollar. If you're a mostly buyer, then the reduction isn't worthwhile. Nearly no benefit is offered by the Walmart Credit Card to customers. Which defeats the point of a charge card that is store-owned.

The credit card benefits place in a buy and can't be accumulated for long . in the Walmart Credit Card of your rewards for your month are credited on your announcement.

How Can I Apply for Your Walmart Credit Card?

There are three ways that you may use; online, in a shop, or via the telephone.

Implementing In-Store:

Go to a Walmart store near you and strategy the agent in the counter.

Ask a Walmart Credit Card application form and then fill it out. Information includes your social security number, mailing address, email, contact number, your name, along with your credit rating.

As soon as you submit the form, the agent will determine whether it's been approved or declined.

You will get your Walmart Credit Card in your mailing address within seven to ten working days after approval.

Implementing Walmart Credit Card Login Online:

You are going to need to produce a Walmart Credit Card login account to submit an application for a Walmart Credit Card login in their site.

Sign-Up Login: Visit Walmart.com log in page the official site for Walmart, and click on the menu choice on the left side. The menu will get an option saying'Account'. Indoors, the solution is'Create Account'. Clicking here will open an internet form requiring a password, email address, and name. Input press Generate Account and all four areas.

Sign-In: when your account has been created, you may quickly Walmart credit card signal in from precisely the exact same menu, together with your email address and password.

Employ: Again the menu on the left reveals a choice stating,'Employ for Walmart Credit Card. You click on also the credit card application form along with this opens upward. Read the directions and fill in the form with information such as email, mailing address, city, state, your name, contact number, your social security number, along with your credit rating. Click'Continue' and your program will be forwarded. You will get an email notification when it's accepted along with your Walmart Credit Card will be sent to you.

Implementing by Phone:

You can telephone the Walmart Customer Support at 1-877-294-7880. An automated service will react. Ask for an application for your own credit card and you may opt to consult with a representative. All information will probably be requested and your program will be forwarded.

How Can I Make My Walmart Credit Card Payment?

Together With Your Online Walmart Account:

Log into your Walmart accounts and browse to the invoice pay section. When you choose'Credit Card Payment', then the web site prompts zip code and your card number. Input these and put in your bank account credentials to get the payment.

Utilizing mycheckfree.com

This is the alternative if you do not need to generate a Walmart accounts or have misplaced your password.

Visit mycheckfree.com and click Scout! Register' on the site. If you already have an account in mycheckfree you are able to log in. The procedure and the log-in require your email and password.

Go into the national and Local Bill List' and search for'Walmart'.

Select the Walmart Credit Card choice and click on,'Insert'. Press'Continue'.

You will input your Walmart Credit Card number, your bank account number and other information to execute the transaction.

1. By Telephone:

To make your payment by telephone, call the Walmart Customer Support at 1-877-294-7880. The service will lead you through Speedpay being used by the procedure for payment. You will be charged an extra $10 if you decide to consult with their agent for help.

2. From Mail:

Send your payments

Walmart/SYNCB PO Box 530927 Atlanta, GA 30353-0927

3. In a Shop:

Walmart Credit Card payments can be made at any Walmart store in the Customer Service counter. Since the repetitions can not hunt for your accounts, it is ideal to deliver together your Walmart Credit Card with this.

Want to Save Walmart.com? Here is how.

1. Walmart has Price-Matching

Walmart provides your competitor's costs. Provided that the thing competition sells is in and equal inventory. The next time you see with discounts, check costs and Walmart in retailers that are large. Prove them on the counter and you'll receive your shopping at a price that is accommodated.

2. Online Deals May Be Lower Than the Shop

Match the costs that are with these online. Fret not; reveal them and you're going to find the item when the cost is less. See Walmart.com on your telephone to observe all their newest discounts and offers. People do not provide in the shop.

3. Free Shipping

If your purchase prices more than $35, then you will receive totally free delivery. You will have of your orders delivered inside two, but around five days. In case your purchase will not cost around $35, have your online order sent to the closest Walmart. You may go if you desire, pick it up. And shipping is free of charge.

3. Clearance Racks are more economical

Racks have things. They might be like the aisle close to the toy or yard section in places, but items could possibly be selling for less than their cost. Additionally, items have been discounted by several aisles' end caps.

4. Grocery is Discounted Early in the Morning

Time your meals buying trip. You might get discounts if you are in the store shopping for the ideal thing at the ideal time. It is ideal to store early, typically 8% for meat to get a few decent bargains.

5. Saving Seasons

Everybody knows about the sales retailers, on Black Friday, provide such as Walmart. Walmart provides some excellent bargains in July, although there are Easter earnings and Christmas bargains.

6. The Dollar Deal

You are also given a lot of items for a single buck by Walmart, even. Many goods, such as stationary and deodorant, and shampoos, like cards and gift bags, are offered for a buck.

7. Free Grocery Pickup

Telephone your regional Walmart and tell them how much and everything you would like to purchase. Your purchase will be prepared when you get there and a partner can allow you to load the grocery store in your auto. All free of charge.

You get it delivered in your home store and might purchase your grocery store. Grocery delivery prices will be billed and fluctuate depending on your purchase.

#Walmart Credit Card

[ecl1pse]

oh theyre gonna let us do home office next week if our internet connection at home allows it

#thank god #lately its been so boring in the office #yesterday all i did was read boring articles abd fics lol #in the morning i was browsing shopping sites to pass time

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Eighty-Five: An Artist ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uchiha Itachi ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

He’s never been one much for the arts. That’s always been more his brother’s calling, despite their father’s begrudging acceptance. While Itachi pursued music, Sasuke took to filling Fugaku’s expectations and going to school to major in business.

Granted, Itachi’s doing quite well - arguably better than his younger brother. Lessons from age four, of course, give him a little edge. Add in natural dexterity and talent, and he’s already playing in recital halls packed to the brim to hear him play his melancholy notes.

But Sasuke can’t bring himself to be jealous. Sure, he’s still hanging from a rather low rung of the corporate ladder, but it’s stuff he finds fairly mindless and easy. While many hate their jobs, Sasuke simply...does his, neither actively enjoying or disliking it. It’s just something he does for about eight hours a day, five days a week. So far he’s managing a rather frugal lifestyle just fine.

Granted, it’s also a rather lonesome lifestyle. Sasuke’s not much of a socializer to begin with, but occasionally a friend will drag him out for something. But mostly, he enjoys doing things either with his family, or on his own.

Today is one of the latter days.

Just down the street from his apartment is a niche little coffee shop he frequents. Itachi teases him about how hipster it seems, but Sasuke just brushes the comments aside. He doesn’t much care what it’s like besides being quiet, quaint, and hosting (in his opinion) perfectly brewed black coffee.

Which is why he’s currently seated at his favorite corner table, sipping a cup and going over a presentation he needs to deliver next week. It’s already finished, but it’s an excuse to get out of his living quarters and get some liquid energy. While he can’t practice the auditory part here, he can tinker a few details and...mostly spend the afternoon browsing his favorite sites.

...that is...until he feels eyes on him.

His own flicker up, the only part of him moving as they search for the intruder. But every other face is turned away - either browsing their own laptops or phones, reading, talking to a table mate, or...scribbling on a rather large pad of paper.

Dark eyes squint just a hair, watching.

It’s a young woman - about his age, maybe a little younger...her face is rather soft, so it’s hard to tell. Seated in a booth along the opposite wall, she has her knees brought up to rest against the lip of her table, and a sizeable sketchbook is propped atop them. He can tell she’s not writing - her hand flies across the paper far too much to be anything but drawing.

Huh...he has to wonder what she’s sketching. Not that he knows much about it, but surely the setting is quite nice. A still life, maybe - seems like something rather eye-catching to draw. Or so he’ll guess. Itachi would have far more idea about than he. His talents might lie in music, but he knows the artistic side of things in general better than Sasuke ever will.

After a minute or so, he goes back to his laptop screen, sipping his coffee and absorbing back into the work.

When he starts packing up to head home, she’s already gone.

The work week passes, and it’s not until the following Saturday he can make it back. Unlike his last visit, it’s pouring rain this time. A wet umbrella rests against his chair. The same project - to be presented Monday - is back on his laptop screen...but mostly just as an excuse. He told Naruto he couldn’t go to some local league basketball game he’s playing in due to work.

It’s...half true. He hasn’t given the presentation yet. It’s still a work in progress. But he also hasn’t touched it in three days because the powerpoint part is done. While he could be home rehearsing it...Naruto has a nasty habit of dropping in even when told no. Hence hiding out here.

Besides, he’s got it memorized already. He’s not missing much by loligagging here.

The shop’s a bit more crowded today - probably because warm drinks are the perfect staple for a cool, rainy Spring day. And who wants to be out in the weather? Better to just...cozy up here until the rain stops.

The numbers don’t bother him - he got here early enough to claim his table, and no one’s dared ask to steal a chair or join him. Whether he intends it or not (though usually he does), Sasuke has a rather distance-inducing aura. Or at least, that’s how his brother oh so politely puts it.

Sasuke, on the other hand, knows he just has a major case of resting bitch face. And he’s more than glad for the annoyances it spares him...at least, with anyone intelligent enough to read it. Hence why Naruto still hangs around...he just doesn’t quite get it.

Today he’s indulging in a bitter cup of sugarless hot cocoa when that same feeling returns: like someone’s watching him. Looking up, he still doesn’t catch anyone staring.

...but he does notice she’s back. Sketchbook lady. Returned to the same spot, shying a bit from her neighbors but still scribbling away. This time it’s not just a pencil - some colored...somethings sit in a neat tray atop her table. Not pencils, and...he doesn’t think they’re crayons? Oh, who cares what they are. Either way, she must be coloring her previous shot, given her same vantage point and what looks to be the same sketchbook.

Huh.

A bit more curious this time, Sasuke takes to watching her. Every so often, she looks up and studies the wall behind him: the one directly across from her. Shrewd, pale eyes squint as she examines it before going back to her coloring.

...he sort of wants to see it.

Sasuke also can’t help but wonder how she’s accounting for the change of people. There’s more of them, and they’re surely different than last weekend. Did she just...go over what she had? Or is she improvising? He’s never really given such things a thought before, but...watching someone in the act of creating, admittedly, piques his interest.

But after a little while, it gets a bit repetitive...and he can’t exactly see what she’s doing. A little disappointed, Sasuke goes back to his procrastinating, eventually noting that the rain has stopped. Should he risk going back home…?

Maybe not yet.

He stays a few hours more, ordering another cup and an everything bagel to pass the time. Not the best lunch he could have, but...meh. He can have something better for him for dinner. Only once he gets a text from the knucklehead proclaiming victory (and whining he didn’t show up) does Sasuke deem it safe to head home.

The next morning, he wakes to his phone vibrating against his nightstand. Groggily he grabs it, swiping to answer and mumbling, “Hullo?”

“Sasuke, good morning.”

He blinks slowly. “...’tachi?”

“Forgive me for calling so early, but I wanted you to be the first to know: I’m going to be back in town for the week. I’ll be flying in this afternoon.”

Dark eyes quickly brighten, sitting up. “Really?”

“Yes. I was going to tell Mother and Father tomorrow morning - I thought, for today, it could just be the two of us.”

A kind of childish glee at both the falsehood (his brother never lies) and his indulging of Sasuke’s constant pining to see him beget a smile. “Yeah, sure - got anything in mind?”

“Oh, I thought we’d just wander around downtown and see what jumps out at us. I haven’t been back in almost a year, I want to see what’s changed.”

“Okay, yeah - sure.”

“I’ll meet you at your building - I’ve got a rental car arranged. I should be there about three?”

“I’ll be waiting!”

Hanging up, Sasuke can’t help but grin at his brother’s number before it fades back to the homescreen. Well...talk about a great start to a week!

By the time Itachi makes it, he’s been bored for hours, having little else to do on a Sunday but wait around. They immediately leave again, going on foot to simply explore.

“I’ve missed this city,” Itachi admits wistfully, hands in his coat’s pockets and simply looking around.

“And we’ve missed you - how’re all your gigs going?”

“Wonderfully. I’ve been planning a little tour with another artist: a vocalist who’s been practicing with me the past few weeks.”

“Any stops near here?”

“In here, as a matter of fact - but not for a few months. We’ve got quite a bit of practice and arranging to do. But I will let you know.” Slowing to a stop, Itachi cocks his head curiously at an open door. “...Sasuke, care to go in?”

“Huh? What is it?”

“Apparently an art exhibition - locals, seems like.”

It might not be his scene, but...well, Itachi’s the guest, and it’ll make him happy. “Yeah, sure.”

The pair enter, quickly seeing a variety of works and mediums by a vast array of artists. While Itachi speaks to the host, Sasuke starts wandering, not as invested as he’s sure Itachi will be. Thumbs hooked in his belt loops, he glances over several pieces before coming to a standstill.

Wait...but that’s…?

Still staring as Itachi joins him, Sasuke barely hears his question. “...huh?”

“I asked if you found something you like…? Oh...well that looks an awful lot like -”

“It’s me.”

“...are you sure?”

“Yeah, I…” A bit flabbergasted, Sasuke shifts his weight, gesturing. “I go there all the time. That’s my table, and my laptop -” His umbrella even made it in the shot. There’s no doubt about it: even the angle matches. This has to be that woman, from before! She was drawing...him…?

“Can I help -? Oh!”

Both brothers turn to an approaching figure, and Sasuke locks surprised eyes with none other than the artist. Her own are wide, and color lightly tints her cheeks.

“It...it’s you!”

“Yeah...me,” Sasuke replies. Now it makes sense: why he kept feeling watched.

“I...I-I hope you don’t mind me using you as a model, I...I mostly do street drawing. I just...draw what I see. I was lucky to catch you twice, and so quickly! I just finished this piece this morning, I almost couldn’t bring it…” A hand tucks stray hair behind her ear. “...I’m Hinata.”

“Sasuke. Nice to actually meet you, I guess.”

“L-likewise!”

Behind him, Itachi gives a knowing smile. “May I ask, are your works for sale?”

“Oh, well...no, technically not.”

“Ah...forgive me.”

“No no, that’s okay! Would you...like to buy it…?”

“It’s rare to see my brother captured in such a way,” Itachi muses, earning an embarrassed glower from Sasuke. “You truly did a fantastic job. Of course, if you’d like to keep it -”

“No, I understand! I’m just delighted you f-found it! This city’s rather big, after all…”

“As am I. And I’m always a fan of supporting local creators. So, may we negotiate…?”

As the talk turns to money, Sasuke scowls and sulks off to one side, eyeing her other works. True to her word, most are just...captures of various local places and people. Though stylized to a point, he can still recognize quite a few places just at a glance, and further looking shows a great amount of detail.

Signing a check, Itachi hands it over with a smile. “A pleasure, miss Hyūga. I do hope you keep creating - your works are lovely.”

She ducks her head shyly, and then glances to the slip, eyes going wide. “...but you said -?”

“Please, consider it a well-deserved tip. I know enough artists to know they often undersell themselves. And yours is a talent worth supporting.”

Looking awed, Hinata breaks into a soft smile. “I’ll...go see about packaging this for you. Thank you s-so much.”

Itachi nods, turning as his brother steps back up. “Are you truly so opposed to the piece?”

“No...I’m not. It’s just kinda weird.”

“Why?”

“I dunno. Just is.”

“Well, it’s clear your territories overlap - perhaps she’ll be able to draw you again, hm?”

He doesn’t have an answer for that.

Returning with the framed artwork carefully wrapped and bagged, Hinata hands it over with another thank you. “Um...s-sorry again for stealing your visage.”

“Don’t worry about it. I guess now I get to see what you were working so hard on.”

Another light blush pinkens her cheeks. “I’ve wanted to do a portrait in there for ages...you just had the right...look, I guess.”

That earns a small snort. “Suppose I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Miss Hyūga, might I have your cell number in case I find any other potential investors in you and your work?”

“Oh! Um...sure!”

“Sasuke, you should do the same.”

“What?”

His brother gives him a look that clearly says not to question him. “It’s never a bad idea to stay connected. Besides, given I’ve taken her only copy, Hinata might want to arrange another portrait.”

Squinting suspiciously, Sasuke nonetheless agrees, exchanging digits.

“Thank you so much, miss Hyūga.”

“Oh, please just call me Hinata.”

“Very well - I hope you enjoy your evening.”

Once the brothers take their leave, Sasuke rounds on Itachi. “What was that all about?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“All of that!”

“What, I can’t buy art of you?”

“No, that’s - you were - and the number -”

“It’s clear she finds you intriguing,” Itachi replies briskly. “And not just in a superficial way. She could have captured anyone in that shop, but she chose you. Hinata saw something that caught her eye about you that no one else had managed. I just thought keeping a person with that impression of you close might be...wise.”

“...you’re setting me up.”

“Connections, Sasuke - they’re important.” Itachi gives him a smile, eyes twinkling. “Don’t they teach you that in your line of work?”

Having no retort, Sasuke just stuffs his hands in his pockets. “...c’mon, we’ve still got daylight to burn.”

“If you insist.”

     Oof, this is...very very long compared to most entries, and now it's super late, I gotta get hopping to bed xD      I got the idea not long after reading the prompt, and honestly thought it wouldn't be long enough...and then it ended up twice as long as most drabbles I've done for this challenge! But it was a cute concept, even when I realized it was gonna sop up the rest of my evening, haha!      Anyway, I'm wiped, so I better call it. Hope you enjoyed, and thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #uchiha itachi #best years of your life [ au ] #365daysofsasuhina

[timeoutotour]

Overcast Clouds, 19°C

42 Rue de la Croix Bonnard, 28000 Chartres, France

Saturday 15th June 2019

We had a good and exceptionally quiet night at the France passion site , I say night, because at dawn, the resident farm cockerel began to exercise its capacious lungs and alert all the other cockerels in the surrounding area that it was time for them to make sure we did not oversleep. We did manage to snooze off again if only for a little while but we had to be in nearby Chartres by 1115 for our vets appointment so could not spend too much time lazing in bed. The vets practice was located in an out of town shopping centre which at least made parking very easy. The young lady vet was very friendly and spoke quite good english. She seemed to give Annie a thorough examination and passed her fit to travel. The terms of the pet passport scheme meant that we now had to cross back over to the UK in not less than 24 hours and not more than 120 hours from the time and date stamped in the passport so thoughts turned toward booking a crossing. After the visit to the vets , I dropped Rhian off in the centre of Chatres and I drove to an aire just outside the city to park up and take a break. Annie and I then enjoyed a riverside walk back into the city where we met up with Rhian outside the truly magnificent gothic cathedral. We , and Rhian in particular have visited several Cathedrals during this tour. The structures are absolutely incredible and an amazing legacy to the craftsmen that built them so many centuries ago. Whilst waiting for Rhian to join me outside the front of the cathedral it was a little ominous but also I suppose reassuring to see a team of six heavily armed soldiers seemingly guarding the cathedral frontage as if aware of some imminent threat. When Rhian arrived, I decided to check out the cathedral interior and found it to be even more impressive and opulent than the facade which was saying something ! Annie and I left Rhian to explore the cathedral further and do some more browsing whilst I decided to make back to the van. I confess to getting a bit lost by following my usually accurate nose instead of the usually accurate google maps. At one point I ended up in a gated community with no apparent way out other than by crashing a private function. Annie and I were both tired so it had to be done. I casually opened a gate marked 'Private' and strolled through a garden , past a marquee full of diners and just when I thought I had made it , a man shouted at me , telling me I was on private land. I played the dumb english tourist card , which I do rather well, but far from admonishing me as I was expecting , the very kind french gentleman not only walked with me to unlock the gate to my freedom but also offered me some food from their BBQ, which, with hindsight I foolishly declined. Whilst awaiting Rhians call to pick her up my thoughts then turned to our Eurotunnel crossing and after speaking with my uncle Tom in Canterbury we decided on a crossing next Wednesday morning with a probable overnighter at theirs before travelling home Thursday. I had decided on an overnighter just north west of Rouen which had been recommended to us only the other day. I was to say the least not happy when we arrived to find that the aire was closed and was hosting some kind of village fete. To be fair , the municipality had laid on a temporary alternative site in a field nearby but it was heavily oversubscribed and looked as if it would turn into a quagmire with a little rain. I decided on a plan B which was a little car park aire in a small town about twenty minutes away. The few spaces available were all taken but I would not have stayed anyway, the old gut feeling thing telling me all was not well. Plan C , another short drive away outside a village was just the ticket and had services on site too. We now have three full days here in Normandy before our crossing and we look forward to exploring this region a little more during this time. Rain has also started to fall . I'm so pleased I decided not to park in the field

Bonsoir

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