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fuyukohasnocreativity · 23 days

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-Gift-

featured character ☆ reo mikage

tag(s): fluff ☆

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You sigh as you walk back home from school. It was a lot colder than usual and you hated it. Nothing's better than having a bad day and it's freezing cold outside. Great. Despite the fact that in winter, you simply wear a uniform, a black skirt, and extremely thin black tights every year. Each and every single day, nothing was interesting anymore. School was equally boring every day. Most subjects are taught by the teachers you highly dislike, except for music and art. To sum it all up, you have no friends. Reo, who was basically your one and only friend, (soon became lovers) left to go to Blue Lock. Who knows when he'll be back? After all, without Reo, your life has suddenly became monochrome.

As you finally arrived back to your apartment suite, you noticed a huge brown box lying by the front of your door porch. Obviously, you were very puzzled by this. Who would randomly leave a humongous brown box? You couldn't simply leave this... gift(?) by your door. Seriously, it was extremely heavy to even drag it inside your "house" but you had to manage. It took around fifteen minutes or so to push that huge box in your house. Now, you stood there thinking.

Maybe it won't hurt to open this?

Your hands trembled, a sign of being hesitant. Suddenly, your phone gets a notification; It was Reo.

༊*·˚ -Reo: y/n, did you receive my gift yet?

-Y/n: gift?

-Reo: yea, the brown box

-Y/n: u mean the humongous brown box that i couldnt even manage to drag it inside my house?

-Reo: uhhh perhaps

-Y/n: WHY DID YOU GIVE ME SUCH A BIG GIFT???????????

-Reo: why not?

-Reo: anyways im outside right now

-Y/n: ??

-Y/n: WAIT WHAT?????

-Y/n: OUTSIDE?????

-Y/n: REO ANSWER ME

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You waited a few minutes for Reo to reply but supposedly, he's not going to reply sooner or later. Finally, no more thoughts. Reo said he was outside so surely he's telling the truth. You just had to go down even though you were only in your pajamas. You quickly climbed down the stairs as fast as you could. Sure, you roughly tripped on a few steps and almost died but that's not the matter right now. As soon as you stepped outside, Reo was there right in front of you. There was still some distance but close enough for you run into his arms. He was holding a fancy, but cute (and quite big) bouquet with a variety of different colorful, fragrant flowers. Reo was wearing some casual clothes, that's no surprise. "Reo!" you jumped on him and he hugged you tightly, almost tripping and dropping the big colorful bouquet of flowers on the ground. "Y/n!" Reo was so happy, he laughed, he had tears in his eyes, his heart could definitely burst at any moment. He must have been so happy and excited to see you after so long. Your heart could have also exploded at any moment too. Sudden small teardrops streamed down your cheeks and you quickly bury your face in Reo's shoulder, feeling a little embarrassed. A very muffled "I missed you so much..." came out of your mouth. Once your tears stopped, the two of you headed back to your apartment suite.

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Reo poured some water in a kettle, then placed it on top of a stove. "Wait Reo, I can make tea-" "No, it's fine." Reo commented. Once the water started boiling and made an extremely high-pitched whistling sound, he removed the shiny silver kettle from the stove and carefully poured the piping hot water in two mugs with a teabag in each cup then handed you the white ceramic mug with tea to you. "Thank you." you smiled. The two of you sat on the comfy navy blue sofa, right in front of you two was the gift Reo delivered to you. The two of you were awkwardly staring at it until Reo finally decided to say something:

"Well? Open it, Y/n!" he smiled and had an extremely enthusiastic but happy, and excited tone.

You tried ripping the clear tape that sealed the box but you struggled too much and so, had to use a box cutter in the end. Inside the box had seven regular sized light brown teddy bears and a ton of stationary that could probably last you until you were ninety years old. Burried under the seven brown teddy bears and the stationary haul, there was a small box that looked like something from a jewlery store. Very carefully, you opened it and saw a silver necklace. Shocked, you glanced at Reo and saw that he also had a silver ornemental chain dangling on his neck too. "Thank you Reo!" you thanked him but you also had no idea that your cheeks were flushed pink, all the way to your ears. Once again, that urge to just burst out in tears again. Reo wrapped his arms around you and gave you a peck on the forehead. You made up your mind, telling Reo about how life was so boring without him. The two of you laughed, the two of you cried.

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Both you and Reo were snuggling in bed, binge watching Detective Conan. Later on, perhaps after 8-9 episodes or so you fell asleep on his shoulder. Reo noticed that you had fallen asleep. He turned off the TV and just stared at you in awe for a few seconds. He then gently kissed your forehead and a few minutes later, dozed off.

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unfortunately, reo isn't real... sobs in disappointment

thanks for reading :3

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sssilverstoned · 4 months

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while you can still smell them ꩜ ln4

type: full length fic

word count: 3.9k

title from: i wish you roses by kali uchis

warnings: some fluff, angst, but like it's a happy ending. cursing bc i'm me, italics are memories

lily said: you know me i can never leave well enough alone. i thought this little snapshot of the break that was never really a break would be cute! for context, i'd suggest looking at the ig au linked below! this would be taking place in between part 2 and 3.

part 1

part 2

part 3

masterlist

You've only seen Lando cry on occasions that called for it. When family members died, when racing got too much for his mental, in some awful, awful moments. Maybe that's why it hurts so bad to see him cry now.

"A break feels a lot like you should add 'up' to that statement," he had said, turning away from you, looking out at the stars. You were sat on his balcony, feeling suffocated by the apartment. But the AC was on and working fine, and windows were open. Your emotions were suffocating you, that was more fitting.

"We can't keep on like this, Lan," you say in a broken voice, the lump in your throat thick and threatening. "It's not fair to either of us."

He doesn't realize he's crying until the drop hits his nose, making it quirk up in surprise. He swipes at his face, a pawlike move to get rid of the teardrops.

"Do you not love me anymore?"

His question makes you sob. Full body, head dropping to chest, your hands writing in your lap. The sound of you breaking down turns him back to you, rushing to the chair you've melted into. He lifts your face in his hands, and you take a breath when you see his face, discolored with tears.

"I'll always love you," he makes out of your words, just barely. "I, I just, it's not the same,"

"We can fix this, us. We can work on it together," Lando's brain is whirring at hyper speed, damage controlling the last 8 months of your lives together.

The cracks began to become schisms when he committed your largest pet peeve, which was ignoring things out of ease. Blissful ignorance, if you will.

It was small things, like forgetting about date nights in lieu of longer trainings or prolonging trips. Sometimes he forgot to water the plants, or didn't move laundry over, and that was manageable. That's what every couple encounters. What every couple does not encounter, was the intense pressure of racing a car for a living.

He was frustrated, with Zak, with anything papaya colored, and with his own self-doubts. He carried that frustration in his chest, and it came out in some of the words he spoke to you, and actions he took. You eventually stopped offering to come over and cook, because dinners were becoming continuously tense, and you were uncomfortable. Felt like a nuisance.

But at the same time, you were both so codependent. Without anything being said, you two began to avoid things you assumed the other wouldn't like, and asked for permission to do the smallest of things. You first noticed it when your sister pointed had asked you to come go with her out of town for the weekend, and you hesitated. "I'll have to ask Lando," you had told her. She bit her tongue.

Lando was just as bad, he had quite literally lost the ability to sleep when you weren't around. It made Grand Prix weekends an actual nightmare when you weren't there, calling you at any times in the day or night.

"Are you alright, it's 4am,"

"Sorry, can't sleep again. The melatonin does nothing,"

"Did you try the tea my mum got you?"

"Baby I just," he scrubs a hand down his exhausted face. "I just need you here."

"I can't just get up and go to Australia."

"I'll get you a flight, or maybe we can-"

"Lando," you say in a sterner voice. "I can't."

He's quiet for a moment, and you wonder what's going through his head. You hardly raised your voice or got intense, certainly never at him. But then again, recently, you seemed to never know what was going through his head.

It was silly to think that Lando was the same man that you began dating. You were 19, you would pray that he had changed somehow over the span of 5 years. But there was something missing that once was. The relationship was becoming more of a task, and that wasn't right. Which is what brought you to this moment, brought you to telling him you needed to talk.

"Lan," you whimper, bringing a hand up where his hold your face on either side. You don't even have to say anything more, he knows you better than you know yourself. And he begins to cry harder.

"I've never loved anyone but you, baby."

"I know."

"I can't, I really don't want to live without you," he shakes his head, standing back up to his full height. His hands stay busy, though, ripping through his hair.

"I'm not going to go away," you explain, agonized that you're calmer than he at this point. You stand from the wicker chair, but don't edge closer to him. "But my career is unpredictable right now, 6 months in Marbella is a long time. And you're, well, everywhere. And you need to focus on that."

"I've multitasked for 5 years," he says bitterly, making you sigh. His eyes are back on the stars, and his back to you makes your eyes blurry again.

"I'm not happy." You finally blurt, making his body stiffen. "I'm really not."

When he looks at you again, his expression reads clearly with fatigue, with anguish. "Please, baby, don't,"

It's your turn to clutch his face, bringing his forehead to touch with yours. Through your contact, you feel the heaves of his body, the breaths he's trying to control. "It's not forever," you whisper, mustering courage. "But we need to stop acting like everything's fine."

"I don't see myself without you."

"You're not," your hold tightens, he leans further into your palm, "but we've grown up together. The flower pot's too small now," you try to joke, he barely can fake amusement.

"I'll buy a thousand new pots."

"We need to clean up the broken one, first." His jaw clenches, you soothe it with your thumb. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He says back, almost silently. "Still wear that Mclaren shirt on race days, I need the luck."

You finally crack a smile. "I'll wear the hat too if my hairstyle permits."

He kisses you, almost convincing himself this if is the last fix he can get for a while, he needed it now. Not that either of you know it, but you both have the same thought. You both notice that your cheeks have each other's tears on them now, not sure which ones came from whom. You were on the same page in that regard, at least.

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"You should ask y/n out," your best friend says to Lando in the middle of a party. He chokes on his drink, not expecting her to come up to him like she did, and not expecting the words out her mouth.

You all were freshly 19, still congregating in someone's living room to try to have a good time. He knew your friends better than he knew you, the newest of the group in town, only having moved to the area with your family when you were 16.

"Should I, now?" He says, recovering from his fright.

"Yeah," she replies, ignoring the sarcasm. "She goes on about you, it's cute. She'd hurt me if she knew I told you, though. Not sure what she sees in you," his eyes narrow at the girl, which she ignores once again. "You'd be lucky to have a girl like her in your life."

That much, he knew. You were fiercely loyal to your friends and family, and treated him with a kindness that made him melt every time. You were funny, and genuine, and not to mention, the most beautiful person he's sure he knows.

When he bumps into you later at the party, he asks you what you're doing the following evening.

That was the story he'd tell people with a proud grin when they ask how you two got together. All you recount is how he nearly ruined your cute top with a shitty guinness.

He's struck with the memory when he sees the guinness logo in the ads on the walls of a restaurant. "Mate," Max all but snaps his fingers. Lando locks back in, humming for what he missed.

"Was just curious if you wanted to go out tonight. They've been texting in the chat about it, I saw you never responded."

Clubbing wasn't as fun as it used to be, not when you weren't dancing your heart out beside him, or waiting in bed with your nose in a book when he came home because you weren't feeling like going out. It felt like a waste of his time, and like he was sucking the fun out of other people's nights.

"'M alright," he says with a tight mouthed grin. "Gonna sit this one out."

Max looks at his friend, seeing through his response. "When's the last time you went out?"

If he had to take an educated guess, you last graced his apartment that night on the balcony, 4 weeks ago. So, 4 weeks ago. Perhaps longer, judging by the schisms. "A while. Not up to it."

"You're torturing yourself."

"I'm not interested in getting shitfaced, Max."

Max looks away for a second, quickly weighing the pros and cons of asking what he's been wanting to for the last, well, 4 weeks. "Do you think Y/n is wallowing too?"

The sound of your name makes his fingers twitch inadvertently, almost like a flinch. "That's not fair."

"I'm serious, Lando. You said she needed a break because she felt like you two were co-dependent and not actually working through problems, and look at you. You're not functioning without her. I mean, it's your fucking birthday next week, and you haven't brought it up once, you realize that, right?"

He knows he's right. Nothing he said was out of line, or wrong, and that's why Lando has nothing to say back. He wants to argue, to prove him wrong, but he can't. He's seen your ads and campaigns, the beautiful shots of you promoting luxury brands and names that your fans only dreamed of owning. Despite the distance, he was so proud of you still. You worked hard, were disciplined and humble through your success. He had texted you when the Dior campaign had launched, and the message of your thanks, with a smiley face, made him, for just a second, think that things were back to normal.

When they left the restaurant, and ran directly into fans, Lando tried to put on his best face for them, smiling for selfies and signing what was gestured toward him. When a sweet looking girl with glasses shyly spoke up, telling her favorite driver where she was visiting from, his tired eyes light up. "You're from there?" He confirms, and she smiles with an eager nod.

"Y/n is too," he almost mumbles, but every fan in earshot heard it. The typical squeals followed, the hushed whispers amonst themselves on if they'd push the questions they were itching to ask or not. And heard it they did, as the encounter made its way onto social media and gossip pages. But Max was right, his mourning period needed to be over, if anything was going to change for the better.

You call him on his birthday. It was nerve wracking, which made you bitterly laugh, because never did you think you'd be nervous to talk to Lando Norris of all people. One of the few people in the world you wholeheartedly trusted.

It had only been about a month since you requested time apart, and he had honored that. The texts were sparse, the calls nonexistent. Although, that was sort of what had brought you to this point anyway. But you were working on yourself, and your career at the same time, and things were looking better. Change never happened overnight, but the journal your therapist recommended, and the disappearance from social media besides professional posts were great starts.

You bite at your cuticle as the phone rings. You take your cell away from your ear, chest panging at the contact name "Lan <3" at the top of the screen. Was he really going to screen your call? Is that what you deserved, possibly?

"Y/n," he finally answers, and you quickly bring your phone back to your ear.

"Hi," you say awkwardly. "Happy birthday, Lando."

"Thank you," he says stiffly. "I'm happy to hear from you."

"Yeah I um, haven't really been on my phone here," you bite harder on your finger. "I think it's nice here, you'd love Marbella."

"I'm sure I would," he says with what you can hear is a smile. "I miss you, you know?"

"I miss you too," you concede, "how have you been?"

"Not great, I won't lie. Much rather would hear about you."

"'s not my birthday," and he smiles a bit at that.

"Well, racing's fine. But Max is sick of my shit, says I've been wallowing."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Yeah."

You don't really know what to say, you've rarely been the perpetrator of his negative feelings. No relationship was perfect, but you all hadn't really hit a communication wall until now. It was uncharted, scary territory. "Well, I wanted to wish you a happy birthday, that was all. Have a good day, really. 24 is a big one. Kobe year, that's what someone said to me. I hope this year is great for you."

"Y/n, wait," he halts your beginnings to hang up. "I'd like to come to see you soon, I've got some time before Abu Dhabi and maybe I could swing by Spain on the way."

"Lando," he absolutely hates that you're calling him by his whole name. Lan, that's what would you called him almost exclusively. Lando feels so formal from you.

He needs to hear it, you know he does. He needs to hear that you want to see him, that you need to see him just as much as he yearns to put eyes on you once more. But you were constantly afraid of accidental manipulation, holding him by some invisbile garotte. But this was his first birthday you hadn't celebrated together since you were 19, that meant something.

"Please focus on racing," you implore, and squeeze your eyes shut before adding, "but you if you'd like to come and it won't be an issue in your plans, you're more than welcome."

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You saw the posts, it wasn't very hard. Fans utterly disappointed that you and Lando hadn't been seen together in ages, putting pieces together quickly after you didn't post for his birthday. It didn't make you feel worse, to be truthful, and to your surprise. You were sure there'd be a barrage of insults hurled your way, maybe a cheating rumor or two. But really, all there was to see were requiems for your relationship, nostalgia for what once was. What did cause you to delete instagram from your phone, was the response to the podcast.

You were single for the time being, that's what you and Lando had agreed on when he visited you. It wasn't an invitation to go out and find the next man to lay in your bed, but you both had agreed that it wasn't healthy to hold out in anticipation of your rekindling.

"You're the only girl I've, you know," he awkwardly trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. He sits up in bed, linens pooling around his hips. Hooking up with your now ex-boyfriend, might've not been your brightest idea, sure, but you were both human, at the end of the day.

"Fucked?" you tease, remaining comfortable against your plush pillow. "I know. First few times kinda showed that."

He looks back at you pointedly. "You cried the first time."

"It hurt!"

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head in fake annoyance. You grin. "I'm sure the girlies are gonna have a field day with you being single now,"

He rolls his eyes again, laying, or rathing slumping, back into the pillow next to you. His arm instinctively comes around the top of your head, you try not to lean into it. "I think I really will finally listen to you and focus on racing."

You turn on your side, admiring his profile as he stares up at the ceiling, probably tangled in his thoughts. His nose sloped perfectly, the little freckles dotting his skin like constellations. Your boy.

"I told my mum."

He snorts. "She hates me now, I'm sure."

"Mm, no, her first ask was what I did," your mom was Lando's biggest fan, through and through. Of course, you were her daughter, but she was convinced he was cosmically made perfectly for you.

He looks at you then, realizing your eyes have been on him the whole time. He copies your position, turning to you so your bodies lay parallel, nowhere to look but each other's eyes.

"Do you regret that I'm the only boyfriend you've ever had?"

You immediately shake your head in denial of the question. "No, not at all," you were lucky, if anything. "You?"

"Well, I've had other girlfriends,"

"Ouch?"

"You knew that," he chuckles, and yeah, you did. "But I don't regret that you're the only one I've been serious about. I still am."

"I know. I am too."

"An ex-boyfriend doesn't lay in bed with you, you know."

"And an ex-girlfriend doesn't still remind your team when your doctor's appointments are,"

"Fair enough, guess we're just weird."

You share a matching grin. "So weird."

So once Alex uploaded the Call Her Daddy episode you were a guest on, and it was official to the masses that you had been single for now almost 4 months, the articles came in. The timelines of you and Lando's relationship, the rumors of him leaving clubs with random girls. You'd be lying if you said you didn't zoom in on some of their faces, relaxing when you recongized most of them as friends or even family members. He wasn't yours to be worried about, you suppose, but you also knew that any girl he decided to share his time with would be a lucky one.

Your friends had tried to get you on dates, that wasn't a lie when you said that on the podcast. But you weren't ever excited to get to know someone new, small talk was painful and you didn't feel comfortable going home with them.

But then, a few weeks later into February, you get a phone call from Lando. "Hi," You answer, pleasently surprised.

"Hey there," he says, sounding slightly out of breath. "How are you?"

"I'm good, great even. Finished up everything down here, leaving Marbella next week to head back home." Home was London to you, not Monaco. You constantly visited, had a family flat there and everything, but couldn't leave officially becuause of your career.

"Congratulations, everything looked stunning," he compliments, and your stomach flutters.

"But um, how are you? I'd ask if you were relaxing, but I'm sure training's well underway."

"Meh, more or less. I'm heading to Surrey next week, actually. Got some stuff to do at HQ."

"Oh," Surrey was only about an hour and a half from where you were in London. "Would you, well, not assuming anything, but if you'd have time to spare, it would be great to catch up?"

This isn't why Lando called you, you fully know this. Who knows what he picked up the phone for, he could be calling to let you know he's eloped with someone he's met in the 6 months you've been apart.

"I'd love to," you hear his grin in his voice. "You haven't moved, have you?"

Not only had you not moved, but you haven't changed much about your flat either. Same bedding, same color schemes, same photos decorating your tables and walls of your friends, family, and Lando. He never took the photos of you down either, and that photo from your 21st birthday was still stuffed in his wallet.

You order takeout, sitting across the kitchen island from each other acting like it didn't feel like your first date again. He acts like he doesn't want to reach out for your hands as you animatedly use them to share stories of Spain, and you act like you don't want to push the curls back that threathen to land over his eyebrows.

The food gets cold as you two catch up, a few glasses of wine becoming a whole bottle gone. You actually can't remember the last time the two of you had done this, and perhaps, absence had truly made your hearts grow fonder.

"Bahrain is on leap day," Lando says, making you gasp.

"That's got to be good luck, no?"

"It's just the first practice,"

"But still, you're starting your first weekend of the year on a special day like that," you muse, "so exciting. I'm excited for you,"

His chest warms at endearment in your voice. You truly and honestly rooted for him through everything, that was one of the things he was most grateful for about you. He knows you don't truly care about all of this, if he won or lost, but that you care about him and his development, how he sees himself and his profession. He fell in love with that about you.

"Would you come?"

You hesitate, daring to look at him from where you had begun to clean the countertop. "To the race? "

He nods, and turn back to the counter. "I don't know, Lan. Is that where we are?"

He hopes so. He's missed you something horrible, prays you missed him just as bad.

Lando takes the cloth from your hand, replacing it with his own. "I know it's only been about 6 months, and that's not enough time to say everything's well and dandy," you fight a smile. "But I want to work through things, with you. I've had nothing but time to consider what was off with us, and I want to be better. For you, more than anything. Yeah, I learned how to be just Lando. But I know I prefer being Lando and Y/n."

You bite your lip, finally meeting his eyes. "I want to take it slow."

"We can do that,"

"So, I don't know if I'm ready for the race. But, my birthday's coming up,"

"It is,"

"And we'll be in Dubai. My sister did it up, got this crazy plan going since it'll be my 25th."

"Quite the old woman you're becoming,"

"Oh get off that," you scoff, pushing his chest. He chuckles and pulls you back into him, where you go willingly. "But, if you can, I'd love for you to come to the dinner."

He raises an eyebrow with a smirk. "You want me to fly to Dubai just for your birthday dinner?"

"You'll be in Saudi Arabia then anyway,"

The smirk gets bigger. "You know my schedule already, love?"

"You're so fucking cheeky, can't stand it," you feign annoyance, but never move from his arms.

He holds you, as your arms delicately find themselves behind his neck, not daring to kiss just yet. To really be honest, you're not sure if you're ready to take that whole plunge.

"I'm happy to be back, even if things are slow. They can be molasses for all I care."

"Thank you for being patient with me," you lean your forehead against his. However, this time, neither of you are crying. Nice, for a change.

"I'd wait decades for you, my love."

After a beat of sweet silence. You speak up once more. "One thing though," he hums to prompt your continuance. "I'm pretty sure, when it's said, it's Y/n and Lando, just so you know."

#is this me projecting? yeah #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader

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willalove75 · 8 months

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The Estate | Lady Dimitrescu x Fem!oc

WHAT DAY IS IT?! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY?! WOOHOO!!! I hope you all join me as I enter the final year of my 20s! And since one of my love languages is gift-giving, I am giving you all a present today! I debated on releasing this earlier this summer but I wanted to get a few chapters done before I did - and get a little further into Alcina's New Maid before I started putting out chapters. But ANM will still be updated weekly! Fear not! (And I know chapter 16 is late, I didn't get to finish it yesterday so I will finish it either today or tomorrow I promise!) Ideally, I would love to update this fic weekly as well but I just don't know if that is realistic so I am aiming for a bi-weekly or monthly update for this. Might be a little more frequently, might not. So I apologize in advance for irregular updates for this until I can get myself on a reasonable writing schedule! I do have a couple of chapters done already but I want to try and have a few chapters lined up as they're released. Unlike ANM where I literally brain-dump each chapter each week (usually done in a single day) and post it after I read it over a couple of times. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this fic since it's been rotting my brain for MONTHS and I literally have not been able to stop thinking about it and coming up with ideas/expanding on my ideas literally every fucking day for the last like, 4 months? LOL

Summary: It's been a tough few years for you. After a tragedy that left you to raise your three year old, Emma, as a single parent, you're finally starting to get back on your feet. Recently hired as a marketing & social media strategist for Dimitrescu Estate, a new chapter of your life is just beginning.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: Slow burn, fluff, angst, smut, flirty

I'll add more tags as needed!

Notes: I know I have so many other requests I should be doing but once again my mind has been plagued by this story I came up with and I need to get it out of my headddd.

Also, this is a blended oc/reader fic. Using "you" has become so engrained into my writing it's almost impossible to not add it (as opposed to writing she/her), but I will be giving the oc a name and describing her! Ik that's not everyone's cup of tea so I apologize in advance but I hope you enjoy it regardless! It'll be written in a similar fashion as Safety and Dimitrescu Books for those of you who are wondering what that will be like and/or read those (fucking amazing and wonderful) fics!

You take in the beautiful field around you, the crystal blue sky, the tall grass blowing in the breeze. Even though you have no idea where you are, it's warm and you have a fullness in your heart you haven't felt in a long time. In the distance you spot a familiar figure.

"It can't be-" you begin to say.

The figure continues to walk in your direction, but doesn't seem to get any closer. You begin to take a few steps forward, your legs feel like lead, slowing your movements. You try to run but you can't - desperate to get closer to the figure. You try and cry out to them but there's no sound when you scream. Using all of your power to move forward, each step becomes more difficult than the last. The figure walking towards you stops and stands still. With tears in your eyes you try and cry out again, and just like last time, there's no sound. The figure begins to move forward again. This time it finally seems like it's coming closer. Their face covered by shadow. You take step after step, using all of your strength to make your way to the figure. You're almost close enough to make out their face as tears stain your cheeks.

You're jolted awake by your alarm clock. Groaning, you reach over to the nightstand to shut it off. Looking down at your pillow you see teardrops scattered across it. Wiping your eyes you realize you were crying in your sleep again. You look up at the clock. 6am. You put your head back down and turn to the other side, reaching your arm across the empty side of the bed. Gently grabbing the pillow next to you, you take a deep, grounding breath and finally get up.

You exit your room and quietly open the other bedroom door. Inside is your three year old daughter, Emma, fast asleep in her toddler bed. Closing the door you make your way into the bathroom and turn the shower on. Pulling your hair out of it's messy ponytail you begin to undresses. Catching a glance of yourself in the mirror, the darkness hides most of what you see. Unless Emma is with you, every shower you've taken for the last two years has been in the dark. You had grown tired of looking into the mirror and seeing the dark circles under your eyes, noticing that you had lost weight - just looking at yourself in the mirror and seeing a shell of your former self. Even though you feel like you've been able to reclaim a lot of yourself in the last year, you always have a feeling of emptiness looming in your chest.

After showering you check the baby monitor, noticing Emma is beginning to stir, you quickly get dressed and walk into the bedroom. You make you way over to the toddler bed and sit on the edge, running your fingers through the little girls wild curls.

"Good morning my love." You quietly say.

The little girl turns her head and looks up at you, a sleepy smile crosses her face.

"Good morning mommy." She says with a yawn.

"Come on baby, lets get you up." You say, reaching down to pick up the girl, who sits up and reaches for you.

Lifting Emma out of the bed, she cuddles into your neck. You hold the back of her head and take a deep breath in, the empty ache in your chest eases some. After entering the kitchen you put the girl in her booster seat at the table and begin making breakfast for the both of you.

After breakfast you clean up the kitchen and get Emma dressed and put her in the playpen in the living room with her toys while you finish getting yourself ready.

You finish packing up the diaper bag and throwing a few of Emma's toys into another bag. After grabbing the rest of your own things you take Emma out of the playpen and head downstairs.

"Good morning Margie." You say.

"Oh Katie! Good morning!"

A small, elderly woman gets up from the kitchen table and walks up to the two of you.

"Good morning Margie!" Emma says.

"And good morning to you too princess." She says, squeezing the baby's chubby cheeks. "You want coffee hon?"

"No thanks, I'll grab something on my way, I don't want to be late."

"Oh right! Today's the first day of that new job, how are you feeling?"

"I'm excited, I'm looking forward to working in my field again."

"That's great but you know that's not what I meant." She says flatly. "How are you feeling?"

Knowing what she means you look down for a moment and then back up at Margie.

"I'm okay, I'm hanging in there." Margie gives you a look. "I mean, barely, but I'm hanging in there. I'm terrified to leave her." You say looking at Emma as your eyes begin to gloss over. "But I know it's what I have to do, and I really do miss working, I need some sort of normalcy back in my life."

Margie brings her hand to your face and wipes away the stray tear that fell.

"You're gonna do great kid. Knock 'em dead." She says with a smile and pats Katie's cheek.

"Thanks Marge."

With Emma and your things in tow you head to the car, putting Emma in her car seat and dropping your bags in the front passenger seat. When you pull out of the driveway you beep and wave at Marge who's waving from the front door and head off.

"Mommy! Mommy!" Emma says.

"Yes baby, what is it?"

"I want Baby Shark!"

You groan a little, it's just barely 8am and you haven't had coffee, Baby Shark may actually make you snap right now.

"Mommy pleaseeeee!" Emma whines.

"Okay fine."

Her whining is so much worse than Baby Shark, so you oblige. The music starts and Emma starts laughing and clapping her hands and sings along. You do your best to drown it out with your thoughts.

"Mommy! Sing Mommy shark!"

Looking at the girl through the rearview mirror you smile.

"Okay, okay." You say. "Mommy shark do do do do do do, Mommy shark do do do do do do Mommy shark!"

Emma squeals with happiness, you can listen to her laugh all day. It's one of the few things that's been able to get you through the last couple of years.

Pulling up to your in-laws house, you grab the diaper bag, Emma's toys and Emma and head to the front door.

"Nana!!!" Emma squeals when your mother-in-law opens the door.

"Good morning my baby!" She says as she picks Emma up and squeezes her. "Good morning Katie." She hugs you and kisses you on the cheek.

"Morning mom." You say and hug her back. "Thank you so much for watching her, really."

"Of course, I'd do anything for my grandbaby!" She says putting Emma down so she can go play. "Come in, sit."

"I can only stay for a minute, I gotta grab coffee on my way."

"Oh nonsense, I'll make you some and send you with one of our travel mugs, don't waste your money."

Her kindness makes you smile. Not only does your mother-in-law make the best coffee you've ever had, her warmth is always something that's comforted you. After you take a seat at the kitchen table you hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Who's in my house?!" You hear a voice playfully yell.

Emma's squealing laugh rings through the house as you hear footsteps walk towards the direction she ran off in. Your mother-in-law puts a cup of coffee down in front of you and the smell is to die for.

"Thanks mom." You say with a smile.

"Good morning sunshine!" Looking over you see your father-in-law with Emma in his arms.

"Morning dad." You say as he kisses you on the cheek.

"Oh coffee? Michelle can you make me a cup?" He asks, looking over at his wife.

"Of course."

"So Katie, you excited for your first day at the new job?" He asks.

"I am, a little nervous, but I'm excited to start working again."

"Yeah it's about time." He says playfully.

"Richard." Michelle hisses as she puts his coffee down in front of him.

"I'm only joking!"

Michelle rolls her eyes at him and sits down at the table. "So which vineyard are you working at again?"

"Dimitrescu Estate."

"Oh right, I've been there a few times, it's a nice place. Very pretty, and they have great wine." She says.

"What are you doing there?" Richard asks.

"Marketing and social media, pretty much the same thing I did at the last place."

"That's right."

Looking down at your watch you realize the time.

"Crap I have to go or I'm gonna be late." You say, getting up.

Michelle gets up, grabs your coffee cup and pours it into a travel mug, pops the top onto it and hands it to you.

"There you go sweetheart."

"Thanks mom." You say, hugging her.

"Okay love, mommy has to go, have fun with Nana and Pop!" You place a kiss on Emma's head and the baby's face scrunches, signaling she's about to wail.

"Hey Emma? Wanna go to the park with me?" Richard asks.

Her face lights up at the word "park", meltdown averted.

"YES!" She screams.

"Thank you." You whisper to Richard and kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you so much for looking after her." You say as you head towards the door.

"We'll take her any day of the week!" Richard says.

"Love you honey." Michelle says.

"Love you guys too!"

"Good luck!" Richard calls out after her.

Once you're out the door Michelle swats Richard with a dishtowel.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"'About time?' Really Richard?" She scolds him.

"What? I was kidding, she knows I was!"

Michelle rolls her eyes at him and leaves the kitchen.

You jump into your car and plug in the address of the vineyard. You had been there a few years ago when you went to the wineries with your friends; hopping to and from the various establishments in the area, but that was it. Your first interview was over the phone, the second one, a Zoom interview, you couldn't even see your new boss' face because her webcam was broken. All you were able to hear was the woman's voice. It had a silky tone - sultry, even - if you were being honest. Aside from that, you knew nothing about her, you really weren't even sure if the woman you spoke with was the owner or just an employee.

Pulling up to the vineyard you put your car in park. You pull your necklace out of your shirt and hold onto it, your fingers tracing the outline of the heart shape. After taking a deep breath and exhaling, you drop the necklace back down under your shirt. You grab your bags and head inside.

The memories of the time you and your friends were here come flooding back as you walk in. You admire the ornate style of the room - it's just as pretty as it was when you were here last. As you look around you spot a beautiful grand piano tucked away in the corner and you take note of the jazz music softly playing over the speakers.

"Sorry, we don't open until 11." A slightly aggravated voice says.

You look over and see a young girl cleaning the bar, looking at you, visibly annoyed. She can't be older than 20, dark brown, almost black hair. She's wearing a tight black t-shirt with various silver necklaces dangling from her neck.

"Oh, I'm Katie, the new marketing and social media strategist."

The girls demeanor softens, but not much.

"MOM!!" She yells towards the back. "MOM!!!"

A blond girl runs out from the kitchen area.

"Cassandra shut it, mom's on the phone!"

The dark haired girl, Cassandra, rolls her eyes.

"Can you take her to go see mom?" She asks the blond, nodding towards you.

"Nope, sorry, I have to go, I have class in a little bit."

"Bela pleaseeeee." Cassandra whines.

"No Cass, I'm leaving, bye!" The blond disappears into the kitchen again and Cassandra rolls her eyes.

"Follow me."

She leads you to the back of the winery where the offices are. There aren't many offices, but in each one there's someone diligently working.

Cassandra stops at the door furthest away and throws it open.

"Mom!"

The woman behind the desk snaps her attention up to her daughter with intensity in her eyes. Her phone pressed against her ear. She holds a finger up to Cassandra signaling for her to wait, but never breaks eye contact with her.

The woman is beautiful. Jet black hair with near perfect curls that fall just under her jawline. Gorgeous grey-blue eyes, full lips painted with the perfect shade of crimson red. She's wearing a white button down, the first few buttons undone - just enough to show off her large chest but covered up enough to still be professional. The sleeves are neatly rolled to her elbows, you also take note of her perfectly manicured nails, painted black. She's wearing layered, elegant gold necklaces that accentuate her neckline. She has a few rings and a matching bracelet on to pull the look together.

"Am nevoie de transport până săptămâna viitoare. . . Nu, abia așteaptă. . . Trebuie să plec. . . La revedere."

(I need the shipment by next week. . . No, it can't wait. . . I have to go. . . Goodbye.)

She places the phone into its cradle and her eyes snap back to Cassandra.

"What have I told you about yelling across the building?" Her voice is stern, matching the intensity in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I-"

"Were you dying?"

"What?"

Her question surprised and confused you too.

"Were you dying?"

"No?"

"Was one of your sisters dying or gravely injured?"

"No."

"Was there any emergency whatsoever?"

Cassandra sighs. "No."

"Then there is no reason for you to be screaming across my tasting room. Understood?"

"Yes mom." She says, hanging her head.

"Now what is it that you needed?" The woman's tone softens.

"The new girl is here. The social media whatever?"

The woman groans, putting her fingers to the bridge of her nose.

"Cassandra. You act like that in front of our new employee?" She grumbles. "Go, finish your morning tasks." She says, waving the girl off.

Cassandra lets out an exaggerated "UGH" accompanied by a dramatic eye roll and begins to walk away.

"Și dacă nu remediați această atitudine, vă voi trimite înapoi în România." She calls after her.

(And if you don't fix that attitude I will ship you back to Romania.)

"Sorry mom." Cassandra looks at her mom who raised eyebrow at her.

The woman nods her away.

"I apologize for that, she can be quite difficult sometimes." She says as her eyes follow her daughter while she walks away. When Cassandra is out of view her eyes snap to you.

"Oh, it's no worry at all." You say with a soft smile.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Please, take a seat." She gestures to the chair in front of her desk.

The woman reaches her hand out across her desk as you sit.

"Alcina Dimitrescu, owner and operator of Dimitrescu Estate."

Your hand meets hers for a firm handshake. "Katie Moore, it's great to finally meet you as well."

"Is Katie short for anything?" She asks.

"Uh, yeah, Kathleen." You say.

"Kathleen, what a beautiful name. Do you prefer Katie over Kathleen?"

"Oh it doesn't really matter to me. I'll respond to both."

"Wonderful. Well then Kathleen, welcome. We'll go over the job responsibilities. I'll have you fill out some paperwork and then I'll show you around the facility."

"Sounds good."

Alcina goes over what the job requirements are, what she expects of you, where the person who was in your position had left off, the usual.

"And you will get a company laptop, you can leave it here, take it home, doesn't matter much to me. As long as it's well taken care of." She picks up the phone and presses a few numbers on t he keypad and you hear the intercom go off.

"Cassandra, my office please." She hangs the phone up and looks back at you. "Cassandra has set up your laptop, if there's anything else you need, any programs you use that aren't installed, she can take care of that for you."

Cassandra walks into the office, seemingly in a better mood than earlier.

"What's up mom?"

"Can you please bring me Kathleen's laptop."

"On it." She says and walks away.

"Now for the paperwork. I'll have you fill out these and then I'll take down some of your information." She says as she hands you a W2 and some other new employee paperwork.

She hands you a pen and you begin to fill out the paperwork on her desk as she turns her attention back to her computer.

"Here you go mom." Cassandra says, handing her mom a laptop box.

"Thank you draga. Almost done with your morning tasks?"

"Yup, just gotta put out the spill trays and then I'm done."

"Excellent, thank you draga mea."

Cassandra leaves as you finish filling out the paperwork. You trade her the paperwork for the laptop box and place it on the chair next to you.

"Okay, now I just need some of your information."

She takes down your address, phone number, birthdate, etc.

"And who is your emergency contact? God forbid something were to happen."

"Uh, Jake-" You stop yourself, shaking your head as you feel your heart sink. "Sorry, uh," Alcina looks at you over her reading glasses. "It'll be my mom, I guess, Deborah Wilson."

Alcina takes down your moms information and places her glasses on her desk.

"Excellent, now that that's out of the way, I will show you the facility. You can leave your things here."

Alcina pushes her chair away from her desk and stands up, you're taken back at how tall she is. She's damn near 7 feet tall. Alcina is easily a foot taller than you. With your work heels you're 5'4" on a good day. In her heels, Alcina is easily 6'5"-6'6".

You take notice of Alcina's full outfit - and her body. Her black stilettos, high waisted, wide legged dress pants accentuate her long legs. A thick belt with a black belt buckle that frames her waist, showing off her round hips. Her ensemble is reminiscent of the 1940s-1950s, but with a modern twist. It's obvious she has a great sense of style.

Alcina walks effortlessly through the halls in her stilettos as she shows you around the facility. She tells you what each room is, what its purpose is for and tells you a little bit of history of the place. She explains that there are a few other buildings on the property where the grapes are sent to and where the wine is made and bottled, but that this is the main building. Alcina takes you through the kitchen and into the vineyard a bit to show the different grapes that are put into making the wine.

Next on the tour, she brings you down into the wine cellar. You were expecting a dreary basement, but you're surprised when you see a beautiful wine cellar. It looks like something out of a movie.

Wine racks line the walls from floor to ceiling, housing hundreds - maybe even a thousand - bottles of wine. The stone archway along with the wooden accents and shelves give the room a rustic yet elegant feel. There's a gorgeous wooden table in the center with four chairs. The set looks like it's custom made.

As you look around the room you see Alcina walk over to one of the racks. She moves a wine barrel to the side like it weighed nothing.

"Even if that thing is empty, it still has to weigh a ton." You think to yourself.

Alcina examines the rack and carefully pulls a bottle off of it.

"And this, this is what started it all." She says, handing you the bottle.

As you examine the bottle you note the beautiful gold and red details around it. It looks expensive. The label on the front reads:

"Sanguis Virginis."

"Precisely, Romanian for Maiden's Blood." Alcina says with a smile as she takes the bottle and returns it to its place.

You don't even realize the confused expression on your face until you hear Alcina chuckle at it.

"Obviously, not made with real blood. My ancestors originate from Romania, my great-grandfather it was I believe who first began making Sanguis Virginis, well over a hundred years ago at his vineyard in Romania. Eventually the business was passed down to me, however I decided to take it in a bit of a different direction. Since I was already established here in the US when I acquired the business, I purchased this property and turned it into what it is today. We've expanded our collection and now we make over 25 different wine. And I import other things such as ciders and beers from both Romania and local breweries for our customers to enjoy. No longer do we just make and sell the wine to distributers."

Alcina looks around the wine cellar with pride, you can see the passion for her family's business in her eyes.

"Any questions?"

"No, I think you covered everything. It's beautiful down here."

"Why thank you. The cellar is my personal favorite room on the entire property."

"I can see why, it's stunning."

You take in the rest of your surroundings. The warm wood absorbs the lighting, giving the room a soft yet bright glow. It's a large cellar but somehow it still feels cozy.

"Alright, lets head back upstairs, shall we? We should be opening in a few minutes and I like to do a once-over to make sure everything is in place." Alcina says.

"Sounds good."

Alcina leads you out of the wine cellar and back up to the tasting room. Cassandra and another bartender are behind the bar, drying glasses and putting them away. Alcina swipes her finger across the piano, inspects it, and nods in approval. You notice her glace at the piano again, looking at it with adoration.

"Do you play?" You ask.

"Lifetimes ago." She says with a smile. "But I wasn't very good."

"Mom what are you talking about?" Cassandra says from the bar. "You're one of the best piano players I've ever heard."

"Thank you draga." She says, smiling at her daughter.

After her inspection is complete she walks to the front doors and opens them, pulling the doorstop down with the bottom of her heel. She flips the "closed" sign over to "open" and makes her way to the massive floor to ceiling windows that line the wall across from the bar. She unlocks each window and pushes on the side of the frame to open them, making sure each window is open at the same angle.

"She's so anal retentive when she opens." Cassandra says, half complaining and half just saying it out loud.

"I can hear you." Alcina says from across the room.

Cassandra rolls her eyes and continues to put the glasses away.

Making her way over the the double glass doors leading to the outside patio, Alcina props them open allowing a cool summer breeze through the tasting room.

She gives the room another once-over. When she's satisfied she nods to herself again and looks at Cassandra.

"Everything looks wonderful. If you need me, you know where to find me. Kathleen," She says, turning to you. "lets finish getting you set up."

Alcina leads you back to her office. You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, and a sudden chill runs up your spine. Quickly taking it out, you see a text from Michelle. Your heart begins to race as you open the message. A sigh of relief is released when you realize it's just some photos of Emma, covered in flour, helping Michelle make cookies.

"Everything alright?" Alcina says.

Focused on opening the text message, you didn't even realize that you stopped following Alcina.

"Oh, yes, sorry." You say as you catch up with her. "Just my mother-in-law, she's watching my daughter today and was giving me an update."

"You have a daughter?" Alcina asks, a little surprised as they walk into her office.

"Yeah, Emma, she's about 3 and a half." You say, sitting back down.

Alcina glances down at your hands, taking notice of an absent wedding ring on your left ring finger. She also notices a ring that looks like it could be a wedding band on your right ring finger.

"How sweet. It's a fun age. Although from my experience with the girls, it's the terrible three's that are the hardest. Two was an easy age."

"I wholeheartedly agree with that. She's wonderful but likes to get herself into all kinds of things. Luckily, besides her insatiable curiosity for things that can hurt her, she's a really good kid."

Alcina laughs, pulling a smile across your face.

"Children are wonderful, until they become teenagers that is. That's when the real fun begins." She says sarcastically.

"Oh, I could only imagine. It makes me cringe as a parent now when I think of all of the things I said and did when I was a teenager."

"Oh, so you were a bad kid?" She asks with a raised eyebrow.

A light blush creeps across your cheeks. "I wouldn't say I was a bad kid. At least I wasn't worse than your average teenager."

Alcina gives you a smirk, the corner of her lip curled into a half smile.

"Is she flirting with me?" The thought flashes across your mind but you quickly dismiss it. This is your new boss, Alcina's just being nice, it's your first day here. There's no way she's flirting with you right now.

"So, I will show you to your office and let you get yourself settled." Alcina says.

Grabbing your bag and the laptop box, Alcina leads you to the room closest to her office and flicks the lights on.

It's a modest little office, on the left you see an L shaped desk in the corner against the glass window facing the hallway. On top sits two monitors, a desk chair and a small desk lamp. To the right is a small empty bookshelf. The office isn't anything fancy, but it's yours, and you're surprisingly excited about it.

"Please feel free to decorate it how you see fit." Alcina says, checking her watch. "I have a meeting in a few minutes, but I'll stop by again this afternoon to check and see how things are going. Cassandra should have left you a list of our social media logins." She says, walking over to the desk and picking up a sheet of paper. "Here it is. Take a look at them and when I get back I'd love to hear your thoughts on how you think they're doing and of course, what could be improved." She says, handing you the paper. "You did mention on your resume photography skills, yes?"

"Yes, and some videography and video editing skills as well."

"Excellent. The channels were being run by my eldest, Bela. But since she's has an internship beginning soon she no longer has the time. And since our last marketing director left, things have been in a bit of a disarray. Hopefully it won't be too overwhelming." She says, trying to gauge your reaction.

"I'm always up for a good challenge." You say with a smile.

Alcina gives a nod of approval and spins around on her heel to leave.

"I must be off. I'll be back in a little while to check in, if there's anything you need please seek out Cassandra. If she's doing what she's supposed to, you'll find her behind the bar in the tasting room."

"Sounds good, thank you."

"And Kathleen," Alcina says, turning back towards you. "Welcome to Dimitrescu Estate."

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a cheerful farewell

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~800

CW: none

Emergency Request Fulfilled: I’m flying back to uni tomorrow and feeling a little pre-homesick (like you’re not there yet but you feel it because it’s your final night?? Does that make sense?😂)

Can I request Kyojuro comforting his s/o during their final night at home? Maybe a little cuddle session on the bed and “you’ll do great/ I’ll be waiting for you” kind of thing?

The apartment feels off when Kyojuro returns from his run, afternoon shadows usually so soft and welcoming climbing the walls instead with a mangled sense of urgency and coolness, your mug of tea abandoned on the coffee table, a familiar nest of blankets empty on the couch. A low hum vibrates in his throat Perhaps they decided to properly nap?, deftly slipping off his shoes, wincing at the faint scent wafting from his socks, padding quietly down the hallway toward the half open bedroom door.

“Honey?”

An uncomfortable silence answers him, different from the playful anticipation of knowing you’re hiding somewhere obvious for him to find, beads of sweat prompting him to hesitate—Maybe I should shower first?—before nudging at the door.

Something suspiciously you shaped greets him, your body a lump beneath the comforter, throw pillows and stuffed animals knocked to the ground in the wake of your burrowing.

“Leave m’ ‘lone.”

Kyojuro’s eyebrows raise at your muffled voice, his endeared expression invisible to you as he promptly walks to the side of the bed, a curious finger reaching out to prod at what he thinks is your back.

“Go shower you stinky man,” you mutter, rolling away from his poking, becoming ever so tightly swathed, “Shower, then snuggle, then takeout for dinner.”

“I appreciate you planning our agenda for the evening!” he laughs brightly, leaning over to kiss your shoulder (kneecap? head?), “I shall return for snuggles imminently!”

—

With mild concern, Kyojuro retreats from your disgruntled form, grabbing a random t-shirt and flannel pajama pants from the dresser as he hurries to the bathroom. Barely waiting for the water to heat, he hops into the shower, bar of soap hardly sudsing, skipping shampoo and conditioner in favor of patting himself dry, skin still damp and glistening as he clothes himself.

—

“Record speed,” you remark, feeling his steady weight sink into the mattress beside you, faint smiling tugging at your mouth, “Did you sprint?”

“Of course not!” Kyojuro declares, “Sprinting inside is dangerous!”

“Well did you even touch a towel?” you quip, head slowly emerging, “You had to shave time off somewhere in the process,” legs struggling to untangle themselves from the comforter.

“Would you like assistance?” he asks, dutifully pulling on the comforter’s edge, tacking on gently, “I was motivated by your apparent distress.”

With a huff, you finally free yourself, elbow nearly bumping into his face as you stretch out your limbs, his practiced hands shaking out the comforter till it drapes cozy and heavy atop both of you.

“More snuggling, less questioning,” you mumble, tucking your nose into his collarbone, toes sandwiching themselves between his calves, “M’justsadthatit’sover.”

“What is over?” Kyojuro’s brow furrows, one arm acting as your headrest, the other slung across your hip, “Is your favorite restaurant closing? Is that why you wanted to order takeout for tonight?”

“No, Kyo,” you sigh sheepishly, “Although, you’re so observant and thoughtful it makesmewannacry,” eyes squeezing shut, “Did you really forget?” swallowing thickly, “I’m flying back to university tomorrow,” whispering shakily, “And I miss you already.”

Everything falls into place with your admission, Kyojuro’s frown deepening as your teardrops make their way to his bicep, the gravity of tomorrow registering in the dim glow of early evening.

“I could never forget,” he murmurs, lips pressed against your hair, “I apologize, my love. I did not realize how affected you were,” maneuvering you easily and swiftly onto his chest, content now with you as his second comforter, “I suppose I take it for granted, that you will be okay, because I have known since our first I love you that I would wait without regret for you. I failed to consider that such assurance in my heart may not be as resounding in your own.”

“You’re such a sap,” you grumble, cheeks hot as you sniffle wetly, giggling despite yourself, “How do you come up with such fanciful and romantic sentences?”

“I do not come up with them,” he says simply, palms calloused and warm as he kneads at your lower back, “They are just the truth. I did not mean to neglect your feelings, but I also hope you understand how secure mine are for you.”

“What if I fail all my classes?”

“Your classes and my feelings are separate matters,” he chuckles fondly, lightly nipping at the top of your ear, “But I believe wholeheartedly in your ability to pass at least one!”

“Heyyyyy!” you whine, feigning offense as you butt your forehead against his jaw, “Rude much!”

“Fine, fine,” he grins broadly, “How about two?”

“Joke’s on you, because who do you think I’ll come crying to when I’m on the verge of failing all but one of my classes?” you retort.

“You can come crying to me anytime,” Kyojuro replies smoothly, still grinning, “But I am certain you will exceed your expectations and do splendidly!”

“I guess that’s better than at least one,” you scoff teasingly, interrupting yourself with a loud yawn, blinking sleepily as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, “Can we talk dinner now? It’s getting dark out.”

#kyojuro rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #flame hashira #drabble #college au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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hopefulromances · 10 months

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maybe kind of angsty? but "Opening up about trauma/past negative experiences", i've been thinking about how jamie would react with the other person also having an alcoholic / abusive parent, if he would "relax" because they can identify with his experience, or would he recoil because of his own trauma

TW: Talk of abuse, drunkness, angst

You stared at your phone. The voicemail notification was taunting you. It was a call from a number you hadn't heard from in a long time, one you thought you'd never hear from again. Knowing Jamie would be home in a few minutes, you wanted to get this over with before he got him. He didn't need to deal with this, he already had enough going on in his life.

Hestitantly, you pressed play on the voicemail.

"Hi (Y/N), it's your mum. I know we haven't talked in a while and I understand why. I just... I wanted you to know that I've been going to meetings and working on getting better. I've heard about you and you're doing... god, you're doing so well, darling. I just want to talk. Give me a call back. Love you."

You hadn't realized you were crying until a splash of a teardrop hit the phone. It'd been years. Years since the argument that sent you fleeing from her house, vowing never to talk to her again.

"Babe?" Jamie's voice surprised you by how close he was. How long had he been in the room? Had he heard the voice mail? You frantically started to get up, wiping at your tears to try and hide them.

"Hey, Jamie!" You walked over to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "How was training?"

You tried to walk past him but he grabbed you by your arms and forced you to stay in front of him. "Are you crying?"

You let out a fake laugh. "What? No! No, just my allergies you know how I get."

He stared at you. Damn this man. He could see right through you. You bit your lip, willing yourself not to cry anymore.

"I just... I got a call from my mum," you explained, looking down.

"Your mum?" he echoed, cocking his head. You didn't talk much about your mother. Bad memories.

"Yeah... she... she wants to see me," you said lamely. "And I haven't seen her in probably ten years."

A few minutes later you were sitting at the kitchen table with Jamie bringing you a cup of your favorite tea. He sat across from you giving you space but still having his hand on the table for you to grab if need be.

"The last time I saw my mom... she was drunk. Growing up, since my dad died, she was always drunk. But I learned how to manage. But this one day, I was... 15 I think? I just snapped. I was tired of it. Of her.. ridicule, telling me I wasn't pretty like she was when she was my age. That I was a slut everytime I tried to leave the house. How I wouldn't amount to anything."

You closed your eyes, remembering the insults that she'd hurled at me. A jealous mother, wishing she could be her child. "So I left, and I never looked back. And now she's calling me. Telling me she's changed that she wants to see me, and I dont... I don't know what to do."

Jamie stared at you as he tried to understand his own emotions. His own father had managed to slither his way back into his life once he got famous and squeeze him for every good thing he had. No way he was going to let someone do that to the woman he loved. He scooched his chair over, awkwardly loudly, so he was sitting next to you.

Hesitantly, he brought his arm around you and as soon as you felt him, you buried yourself in him.

"Whatever you do or don't do. If you want to see her, great, if not, also great. I'm here. I'll make sure she doesn't hurt you." He told you firmly, keeping you wrapped up in his arms. "I'll make sure no one ever hurts you again.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt fanfiction #angst

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jimmyjamjammy · 8 months

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just a little something JonMart I wrote at 2am a couple of months ago

I’m a noob when it comes to Tumblr but I still wanted to at least just share some of my 2am writing, even if it doesn’t go far.

He could still feel cold, plastic hands run across his hair, his face, his neck…

He could still hear her voice. Her sing-song voice, drifting through the room. It was what made Jon suddenly wake up in front of his desk, gasping for air and clutching his chest as if it were about to detach itself and run away.

Beads of sweat had percolated on Jon’s brows. He reached a shaky hand to push his glasses back up to his nose.

Now was the time to cry, right? He certainly felt like crying, but no tears ever came. Jon never cried, especially when he was around others. But here he was alone so why… why couldn’t he cry?

“God…” his voice trembled in the air, “I- I could really do with-“

A small ratatatat of a knock on the door interrupted him. It was one Jon recognised almost too well.

Martin.

“C-Come… Come in,” he called out.

The door opened with a friendly squeak. Jon looked up to see the comforting presence of Martin looking over at him.

“Would you like a cup of tea?”

Now that was exactly what Jon wanted. A cup of tea, prepared carefully by Martin; perhaps it would even be made with love.

“Ah,” Jon rubbed his eyes, “Yes, Martin. That would be… That-“

And there.

There it finally came. A small teardrop leaked out of his eye. It rolled down his face and Jon quickly wiped it away.

That was when he realised it was more than just one teardrop.

It took Martin only a few seconds to cross over to Jon and softly take his hand.

“I’ve got you.”

In that moment, Jon’s body took complete control and wrapped itself around Martin. His head was buried in his chest and his arms gripped onto his shoulders. Jon was scared that Martin would pull away, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t.

Martin didn’t ask why. He didn’t even seem to care. Instead, he ran his fingers through Jon’s hair, not caring how uncared for it was.

Martin was going to take care of Jon.

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aureliaporter · 10 months

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a happy accident

summary: spirits are high and patience is nonexistent during lantern rite, causing a certain adeptus to make a sudden appearance after someone falls from a balcony.

a/n: XIAOXIAO MY BELOVED- in this one reader doesn’t really know who xiao is, so.. yeye :) enjoy!��

cw: probably ooc xiao, falling off a balcony, soft!xiao, messed around with time the tiniest bit so i’m very sorry if it’s confusing, lower case intentional!

YOU SWEAR IT was an accident.

you really didn’t mean to fall off the balcony.

- earlier in the evening.

it was a beautiful day, the sun casting its warm rays over the small crowds of people as it sank below the western horizon. you were enjoying lantern rite, trying as many different kinds of food as you could and dashing from stall to stall with your friends, playing games and solving puzzles.

and now you were closing the night off, resting at tables as the tea master liu su weaved a tale of the wrath of haishan. he seemed to be in a good mood, not closing off the story with needless cliffhangers and instead delivering the entirety.

during his narration, a person from a neighboring table called out loudly. “look! they’ve started the fireworks!”

there was a rush to the balcony, even if standing there and sitting at the tables made no huge difference, and you found yourself being pushed and jostled. people moved about behind you, and suddenly you were pressed against the fence.

you truly didn’t mind, either, because the way the lights danced in the sky entranced your vision. but you didn’t notice the people downstairs rushing up, eager for a glimpse as well. another push, another jostle, and suddenly the air was rushing around you, and you heard someone scream- was that you?

and then you were laying on the stone pathway, trembling slightly. someone kneeled beside you, a concerned expression on his face. he had piercing amber eyes framed by red eyeliner, a teardrop marking on his forehead, and dark and light green - or was it teal? you couldn’t tell anymore - hair. his lips were moving, and you felt his hands on your shoulders, shaking you.

“h-huh?” you asked, the ringing in your ears finally stopping. “were you saying something?”

he took a look over you, as if ensuring you were fine, before releasing your shoulders and moving back. “i.. my apologies. my emotions got the best of me,” he said, standing quickly and turning to leave. “be careful. you shouldn’t make a habit of falling off balconies.”

you tilted your head to the side, your mind still racing to catch up. “wait.. wait, i fell? from.. up there?” you asked, glancing up. if you really had fallen from that height, how were you uninjured?

he turned back slightly, eyeing you as you still laid on the floor. you felt your cheeks warm and hurriedly stood back up, dusting yourself off. “yes. there was a rush of people, and you ended up falling off.”

“then.. why didn’t i break anything?” you asked, looking at your limbs, brows furrowed. “there’s no way you caught me all the way down here, either.”

he looked at you curiously, as if he were confused. “you.. never mind. just be careful from now on,” he said, turning and walking away.

“wait!” you said, following after him. “could i at least know your name?”

he continued walking, pretending as if he couldn’t hear you, until; “none of your business.”

“maybe so, but i still want to know,” you said, walking alongside him. “i’ll just keep asking.”

his brows furrowed, like he either wanted to slap you or was just weighing his options. you kept your eyes on his hands, just in case it was the former.

“.. alatus,” he said softly, quiet enough you almost missed it.

“alatus?” you repeated, eyes coming back up to meet his. “that’s a pretty name.”

you pretended you didn’t see the way his cheeks reddened, instead sticking your hand out to shake his. “(y/n).”

he stared at your hand for a moment before shaking it tentatively, as if he was scared to hold it for even a moment. “.. nice name,” he said, looking away. you bit your lip to prevent a chuckle from escaping.

“thank you, alatus,” you said, smiling at him. “do you want to watch the fireworks with me?”

he looked back at you, surprised at your invitation. “.. as long as it’s not on a balcony,” he said, making you laugh softly.

“then why don’t you pick the spot?” you offered, glancing at the fireworks as you both walked through liyue.

he nodded, his gaze flitting over to you. “okay.. this way, then,” he said, leading you off into the night.

it’s a short one, i know, but writing isn’t liking me rn :

also! reasoning behind xiao giving his real name (alatus) instead of just xiao is because.. i don’t know :/ i just find it kinda cute cus he like saves someone but this someone is making him soft and then they ask for his name and he’s like o//~//o and just gives them his real name (i’m pretty sure it’s his real name i need to reread all his lore again) - i’m sorry i’m just so in love with this cutie !!!

#xiao #xiao fluff #xiao x reader #xiao x reader fluff #alatus #alatus fluff #alatus x reader #alatus x reader fluff #lantern rite #genshin #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x reader fluff #genshin impact #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x reader fluff

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inktailsaystuff · 4 months

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A Face I have Seen Before

Tw: Mild angst and fluff

Part 1 (You dont really need it but here if you want ig)

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“Oh! Monsieur Neuvillette. Please forgive me, I didn't mean to bump into you.” The young lady apologized as she collected the papers she had spilled.

“It is quite alright,” Neuvillette bent down to assist her in picking up her papers. “I wasn't looking where I was going, I do apologize for causing you to drop your-” His voice died in his throat as his eyes met hers, teardrop shaped pupils looked back at him, his heart squeezed as he felt the memories of his beloved resurface, her soft smile, her striking eyes… and how they would dance on the water each of their anniversaries.

“Uh- Monsieur Neuvillette? Are you alright?” The woman asked, waving a blue loved hand in front of his face.

“Huh- Oh yes.” He cleared his throat, the woman shaking him out of his memories. “I am alright… just lost in my thoughts.” His gaze locked on to the woman, a familiar pull in his heart, the oh so familiar grief resurfacing.

“Ah! The documents!” The lady finished collecting her papers rushing inside the Palais Mermonia desperately trying to salvage her documents, while the droplets of water descended upon Fontaine. Neuvillette watched her go, the lady with pale hair and blue eyes reminding him too much of Furina. He stood back up again, his heart hurt. The droplets of water cascaded down around him, landing on his head and trickling down his face like tears.

“Monsieur… you should go inside, you will catch a cold.” Neuvillette looked over, realizing that the woman was holding an umbrella over his head.

“Oh… thank you.” Neuvillette gripped his cane a little tighter. “I don’t think I caught your name…”

“Oh I didn't introduce myself? How rude of me… My name is Furia.”

“Furia…” Neuvillette echoed her name, “That is a nice name.” His gaze traced over Furia’s face, he didn't know if it was his mind playing tricks on him but Furia looked eerily similar to his late wife. It was probably just the eyes… those familiar teardrops looking at him just as she had used to. It had been a few hundred years after all… perhaps his memory was already failing him. No. Such blasphemy. He could never forget Furina. He looked at her picture every morning after all…

“I still think we should go inside.” Furia commented, it's raining harder than before.

“Oh… I suppose that would be of interest.” Neuvillette took the umbrella from Furia’s hands, holding it above them as they walked into the Palais Mermonia. “Thank you for bringing an umbrella for me.” Neuvillette thanked Furia as she hung her coat on a coat rack.

“It's no problem… I wouldn't want to leave you alone in the rain to become all soggy.” Furia laughed, waving a hand.

“Well I would like to invite you for tea as a thank you.” The words left him before he could stop himself.

“O-Oh?” Furia blinked, “I- I suppose it would be rude of me to decline.”

“Ah- How about we go to Cafe Lutece?” Neuvillette offered, “After the rain stops of course.”

“Very well.” Furia smiled, “I do love a good pastry.” Furia giggled, her voice soft and sweet as she spoke.

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“I love this cake!” Furia beamed as she ate the slice. “It's really hard to get one too…” Neuvillette chuckled watching as Furia savored the cake. “They only make a few of these each day you know!”

“I know. I am normally not one for sweets, but I do enjoy this cake.” Neuvillette ate his slice slowly.

“I never thought you were one for sweets.” Furia downed her tea.

“Well, it reminds me of someone I knew.” Neuvillette drank his water, “And I did enjoy eating this cake with her so I suppose it's more nostalgic than I enjoy the taste.”

“I see.” Furia hummed as she devoured her cake. “I must say this whole thing feels awfully deja vu.” Furia thought out loud. “Feels like I've done this a hundred times before…”

“Done what?” Neuvillette raised a brow.

“Eaten with you I mean.” Furia explained. “I feel like I have done this a thousand times with you.”

“Oh? Really, how curious.” Neuvillette spoke softly, his voice a whisper. “I almost have the same feeling…”

“Mon dragon…” Furia mumbled.

“W-What did you say?” Neuvillettes head snapped up.

“Huh- I just said that if feels like I've done this a thousand times-” Furia blinked confused,

“No after that- What did you say?” Neuvillette stared at her as if she held the secret to Celestia herself.

“I didn’t say anything…” Furia looked at him concerned.

“Oh… I must have heard someone else mention my name…” Neuvillette shook his head, “Well this has been wonderful. And consider this my thank you to you for getting me out of the rain.” Neuvillette stood up, “I will… be returning to my house now. I must rest. It has been a long day.”

“O-Oh okay then. Have a pleasant evening Neuvillette.” Furia called out to him as he left.

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The sun slowly rose over the water as Neuvillette stood before the familiar ocean, where the two had shared their last dance.

“Oh… I didn't realize you were here,” Furia blinked as she stood beneath her umbrella, “I’m sorry for disturbing you-” Furia made a move to leave him in peace.

“Wait. What are you doing here Furia?” Neuvillette grabbed her arm to stop her from leaving.

“Oh… I had this weird feeling when I woke up so I decided to take a walk…” Furia shook her head, a familiar untameable white strand of hair bouncing with each movement. “I wasn't really paying attention where I was going and I just… ended up here… I’m sorry for disturbing you.”

“It's alright…” Neuvilittee looked out at the water, “Would you like to watch the sunrise?”

“I- I suppose.” Furia agreed, standing next to him, her snowy hair glowed a faint yellow as the sun hit her, the woman squinting and blinking as the sun hit her eyes. Neuvillette sat there for the rest of the day, and to his surprise Furia didn't leave his side, the woman making a fire to cook a pot of macaroni. Neuvillette tried his best to keep his feelings in check. Furia… She was so similar to Furina, from her name, to her mannerisms, to her appearance, almost as if she was a ghost. His head spun, it was too much, his heart was ablaze with pain, memories swimming before him.

“...Neuvillette?” Furia whispered looking at him, her voice soft and playful. “You look upset…”

“I am alright.” Neuvillette answered stiffly,

“Hm. Don’t cry.” Furia whispered.

“I’m not crying.”

“It's raining.” Furia didn't bother opening her umbrella, extending a hand to catch the droplets as they fell. Neuvillette glanced at Furia, the girl watching the rain with a strange fondness. “Such a shame to see the hydro dragon cry…” Neuvillette stayed silent, “Come on now, Neuvillette don't cry.” Furia closed her eyes as she sat in the rain.

“Excuse me?” Neuvillette raised a brow, tensing up at her words.

“Do you remember what I promised all those years ago?” Furia smiled, ignoring his words.

“Pardon? You still havent- How did you know…”

“Do you remember what I promised?”

“Why won't you- how would I know?” Neuvillette gritted his teeth, annoyed and confused by Furia’s antics.

“I promised that one day we would reunite.” Furia smiled at him, her eyes knowing, that oh so familiar glint in her eyes.

“How do you…” His voice died in his throat as Furia looked at him, just as Furina had.

“Remember… when we danced on this very water for the last time…” Furia looked out at the sea, “I promised that I would love you for eternity and that one day we would reunite… and it appears that day is upon us… So mon dragon.” Furia offered him a hand. “Care for a dance?” Neuvillette stared at her, his eyes filling up with tears, the sky mirroring his emotions as droplets of rain started to fall.

“Furina…?”

#fluff #angst #fluff to angst #furina de fontaine #furina x neuvillette #neuvillette #neuvilette genshin #neuvifuri #furinette #furina #genshin impact #genshin #oneshot #immortal x mortal #furina genshin #not beta read #genshin angst #happy ending #furina is like a cat 9 lives babyyyyyyyyyyy

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ohtobealady · 7 months

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October Prompts

This is inspired by @modernamericangirl ‘s observation that Robert had ignored Cora’s comment about another lady’s pearls in S5E5 … only for us to see Cora in S5E8 absolutely dripping in them.

6 October: Pearls

He narrowed his gaze and peered closer.

“I’m not certain,” he mumbled, and across from him the thin jeweler hummed appreciatively.

“Ah, of course.”

Robert stood straighter and he watched as the velvety boxes of sparkling gems and jewels were swapped nearly instantly, the third set of options sliding across Rosamund’s tea table.

“That’s quite nice,” his sister said quietly, and Robert peered closer again.

“Yes,” he said thoughtfully, but frowned. “Though I’m not sure for Cora.”

He could feel the air change besides him as Rosamund stood straighter. “Excuse us for a moment?” she said very primly to the jeweler who, nodding a quick “of course,” took a few steps across the room.

“While I don’t mind your using my home to choose the surprise—“ she hadn’t even waited for Robert to look up “—I do want to remind you that I am due to leave at any moment and cannot be late.”

“Of course I know that,” Robert grumbled, “but this cannot be rushed.” He beckoned the man over once again.

“What is this for? Can’t I know?”

He ignored that and leaned in to inspect the shine of one of the necklaces.

“It was her birthday a month ago now, so surely it isn’t that. She isn’t the mother of the bride, so it isn’t for Rose’s wedding. Nor is it Christmas or your anniversary.”

“No,” he conceded.

“Hmm. I wonder—“

Again, he ignored her and instead pointed at the pair of earrings at the far right corner of the blue velvet box. A teardrop of a pearl dangling from dainty sparkling diamonds.

“Those.” He felt himself smile. “Please.”

“Oh, excellent choice, my lord!”

Rosamund, too, leaned closer and watched as the man took them up gently and found the little card with the price. Rosamund leaned closer, too, when the card was slid face down upon the tabletop towards him.

“Are you sure?” his sister said softly. “She does have so many pearls.”

“She likes them,” he turned to the footman who brought his cheque book. “And they suit her.”

“Well, then, how lucky she must be to have someone to shower her with them.”

“I don’t shower her.” Robert sat, unscrewed his pen, and began to write out the payment.

“No?” Her voice was grating his nerves now. “So what exactly do you call giving her a rather expensive pair of pearl earrings for no other reason besides being in London?”

“She deserves them,” he admitted.

“Oh? Pray tell, what for?”

“I can’t say,” he glanced at her only briefly, and then back to his cheque. “But I assure you, she does.”

“You can’t say? Or won’t.”

He finished his writing; he tore the cheque neatly from the booklet; he stood, and with a smile, traded with the jeweler who in turn gave him a beautiful, small box.

He and his sister nodded gratefully at the man, and left the drawing room to leave him to clear everything away. Robert knew Rosamund would start in on him again now that they were truly alone, but to his surprise, she did not. In fact, she was silent.

It unnerved him.

Robert chanced a look over at her, and he found her peering at him, too.

“What is it?” he asked when at last he could bear her studying him no longer. “Do you not approve?”

“Oh, no. Nothing like that. Only—“

“Only?”

“—Did something happen?”

Robert blinked at his sister. Yes, his conscience said. He’d ignored Cora. He’d been callous and beastly. And worst of all, he hadn’t trusted her with that man Bricker.

No. That wasn’t quite true: he hadn’t wanted to trust her with that man Bricker. She was too good; she was too true, and it made the guilt that he had not been all those years ago rear its ugly head.

“That is,” Rosamund went on when he stayed quiet. “Mama did mention she’d noticed …”

And to his surprise Rosamund’s voice trailed away.

“Noticed?” he asked, his heart quickening..

“Well, at the cocktail party. You did seem—“

“—I don’t recall.”

His sister looked at him, stared at him, really, until at last she smiled. “Hmm. Do you know what they symbolize? Pearls?”

Robert shook his head.

“No. Of course you don’t.” She patted his arm. Then, Rosamund turned and began to walk up the stairs, tossing over her shoulder as Robert watched her climb, “But you’re right. I suppose they do suit her”

#cobert #cobert drabbles #unedited little mess of a thing #but here we go!#robert crawley #and rosamund too #why wasn’t she at rose’s wedding?

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jesuisstay · 11 months

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Pull It From My Teeth

Non-Idol!Lino x Best friend!reader

Genre: agnst then fluff

Warnings: breakup, mentions of drinking and food

W.C : 5.1k

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Drip

A small puddle was forming underneath you now, the carpet becoming visibly damp.

Drip

The call button taunted as you stared blankly at your phone screen. Your first instinct mocking you in this moment as you read the name over and over.

Drip

Another teardrop splattered on your screen, join the collection of previous tears and rain drops. This one piercing the mark to blur out the name of the contact.

The blaring of the taxi cab’s horn jolts you from your pity party momentarily. At least enough to slide in the backseat and mindlessly give out an address. There was no way you would be able to explain over the phone.

Not after everything. He doesn’t have to deal with this anyway. You wouldn’t blame him if he slammed the door in you face for the inconvenience, for any pain you might stir up.

All you could do now is be happy you were out of the downpour, even if the last 10 minutes in the rain left you drenched beyond hope.

Everything was reflexive. The sway of your body with the cab, swiping your card and thanking the driver. all done without the smallest ounce of recognition. It wasn’t until you hit the call button for the apartment you snapped out of your trance again. The light flashed as you waited for the owner to answer.

This is how shops must feel at night, desperately hoping the lighthouse will bring them back to safety.

Back to home.

“What?” The gruff voice answered, clearly not expecting someone to bug them this late at night.

“Hey, it’s me. Can I come up?” Your voice was so distorted from attempting to hold back tears you doubt that he would be able to recognize it as your’s.

You didn’t think that he did, the line clicking close without the front door popping open. Back against the wall, you sank to the wet concrete. The only thought in your mind being to try and stay as dry as possible.

Then you heard it, the fateful click of the lock disengaging. Familiar house slippers came into view as you heard an audible gasp. Daring to look up, your heart toiled even more at the sight of him.

Minho.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He crouched down onto the ground, eye glittering in the reflection of the puddles around.

“I think we both know why.” God you felt absolutely pathetic like this. But as he tipped your chin up with two of his fingers to look you in the eyes, the tears started spilling faster and faster.

Any semblance of your mental stability was hanging in his hands. With how you two fell out, you wouldn’t blame him for turning you away. But with his hand leaving your face and instead yanking at the zipper of his hoodie and shrugging it off before draping it over your shoulders. Hands wrapping around your elbows now, he helps you stand and fishes his keys from the pocket of his sweats.

“Let’s get you inside and run you a warm bath. I think you might still have some clothes here.”

Sitting here on Minho’s couch, your favorite blanket of his wrapped around you while Soonie snuggles into your lap, felt normal to the bone but the crawling under your skin persisted. The last time you were in this position, everything was perfect until it felt like it was all crashing around you. Everything is exactly the same, down to the sounds of Minho in the kitchen preparing a drink and snack for you.

In attempts to rid yourself of the ache forming in your heart, you devote your attention to the furry baby in your lap doing his best to mimic a jackhammer with his purring. In mere seconds you found his favorite spot for scratches on his chin and ears.

Abruptly shuffled steps break you out of your trance, eyes locking with Minho as he brings over the tea tray with a look that you could only describe as disbelief.

“Looks like someone made themselves comfortable really quick. Sorry if you track any orange fur home. By now you’ve probably lost most of it from your clothing.” He sets the tray down on the table and begins pouring, stopping to swirl a drop of honey into your’s. How does he still remember how you take your nighttime tea?

“Hate to break it to you, but Soon’s fur is very persistent. I still have some hoodies with his fur woven in.” You smile fondly down at him, convinced that he preened a little at the comment as he rolls onto his side to stare at his dad, settling down a couch cushion away.

The distance was a chasm between your bodies. Personal space hardly ever existed between the two of you. A small ache grows for the past, when you would be touching shoulder to knee as he fussed enough to get half his share of the blanket.

“Yeah, try living with them.” He takes a sip of tea, seemingly to ready himself before looking back at you. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t know if I know how Min.” Fuck you were really about to start crying, again. You had finally finished wiping the last of your tears in the shower.

“Just start with what led you back here today? Was it something specific?” You could see the longing in his eyes he was trying to cover, his own pain and hope blinking through.

“I-I caught him…with someone in our bed.” Once you choked the words out, the flood gate was opened. You spilled everything from the past few months. Everything post-Minho came out a roaring stream that you highly doubt was anywhere near coherent.

In a feeble attempt, you feel Soon stretch up to nuzzle his face against yours. His poor orange hair slicked down by your tears that had dropped onto him. A small tinkle of bells rang and by the small size rubbing against your leg, Dori had found you as well. One was missing, Doongie.

The one that always greeted you first and yowled until he was held.

You broke even more. Over a cat that simply didn’t recognize you anymore.

Light fingers part the curtain of hair you had created and secured it behind your ear. Pressing your eyes close, you couldn’t bear to look at him like this. Not when the roles for pain were switched this time around. You felt the dip in the cushion and the heat of his body settle next to yours, not touching but enough to feel his prescence.

His hand resting on your back was a beacon back to shore. There was no thought to even attempt to stop, just your arms latching around his neck as you pull your face into his chest. You aren’t sure how long he lets you be there, only that he separates the two of you momentarily and holds the tea cup to your lips to take small sips and stall your sobbing.

“You were right all along Min. He was just using me in the long run.” You hate the truth, but it is the very least he deserves from you. A proper apology is in order, maybe after more tea has soothed your shredded throat.

“Not right now, don’t rush yourself.” Another helping hand lifted the cup for you until it was drained, topping off the cup after quickly downing his own before it got cold. “Maybe once the sun rises and there are no more tears, then I’ll accept a very gracious apology from you.”

He gambled with his humor and won, a faint smile and scof as his reward from you.

“Maybe that knife set you had your eyes, the ones with the beautiful steel pattern. And a treat pouch for your lovely helper here.” Your fingernails found the underside of Soon’s chin and the purrs started up gladly again. You retract your hands from his neck, opting to rest your head on his shoulder instead and stare at the orange love ball in your lap.

“How about breakfast tomorrow? We’ll go get you a new dress from the boutique down the street and sit right in front of him at his restaurant. At least give him a little taste of his own medicine.” There he was, your ever evil little rabbit doing his best.

“How about I make breakfast here? I don’t think that I will be up for seeing anyone.” It hurts you to reject his plan, but you know it won’t end up well if you attempt. Hell you haven’t even been able to move your things out yet.

“Only if you make your special omelette. Oh and American pancakes?” His eyes you knew were alive right now based on the tone of his voice.

“Do you have blueberries and chocolate for them?”

“When don’t I?” His chuckle snuck into his words

“Fair enough. Alright if you want me to cook in the morning, you get to bed so I can get my beauty sleep.” You tapped your phone. How the hell was it already one in the morning.

“And just where do you think you are sleeping tonight?” You could hear the teasing in his voice. Otherwise you might have thought he was kicking you out.

“Well if you move your tush, I remember that I fit quite nicely.” You bump his shoulder with your own to urge him to move.

“I’m not gonna let you sleep on the couch after all this. You need at least someone near you tonight. You’re coming with me.” He stood up and tugged on your hand to urge you to do the same.

“If I remember correctly, Dori prefers to sleep out on the couch with me. So I won’t be alone.” It was far too tempting to leap back into his arms.

But with how it ended last time, you fought the urge to avoid a disastrous outcome.

“And I prefer when I have all three of my cats with me. Plus, don’t you wanna see Doong?” God that pout was going to do you.

That pout did you in as you clasp his hand, securing Soon with the other before standing and following him.

Walking into his bedroom felt surreal, everything the exact same as a few months ago. His desk still pushed in the corner with his gaming computer sitting idle on top. Still the same comforter and everything with a grumpy looking Doong resting on it. But sadly a small cast was wrapped around one of his front paws.

“Oh poor baby Doong.” You rush over to him, happily greeted by the typical meowing at a higher velocity that you are used to. The poor boy did his best to get up to greet you, still obviously getting used to his cast.

“Him and Dori were playing a little too rough the other day and he tore a ligament. He’ll be fine, but gonna be a little stumpy for a while.” Minho explained as he walked to the other side of the bed and pulled back the sheets.

Again for the second time tonight, your body was moving without your mind thinking. As you slide into your side of the bed, you noticed and sent a silent thank you that you convinced him to get a double bed a year ago. It wasn’t the first time you two have shared a bed, but every other time at least one of you had been too drunk to function. Dori hopped up on the bed, slowly stalking up before taking the crevice between the pillows.

Another silent thank you to the universe for the saving grace.

“I’ll see you in the morning.” You hear him shuffling to get comfortable before the cats start swarming. “If you need me, don’t be afraid to wake me up.”

You wanted to respond, you really do. However you forgot how perfect it felt to sink into his bed with cats purring all around you. It was just a few seconds before the emotional exhaustion set in and you drop into a deep sleep.

You recognize exactly what the dream was before you cared to mention. Mirroring tonight, you watch the two of you on the couch and the coffee table littered with snacks and drinks while a movie played unnoticed by the two of you. It was always impossible for the two of you to focus on anything seriously when you had this many drinks. Currently you two were locked in an intense game of Cham Cham Cham when Minho going the wrong direction and take notice to the now 12th, not that he was counting, missed call from your boyfriend.

And this far gone in the night, Minho had had enough of it. Snatching up your phone and pressing accept, he took over the call.

“What? Was the other million times that you called enough of a signal that she might just be a little bit busy?” He barked into the phone, your face falling in horror as you figured out what was happening.

The yelling from the otherside of your phone was evident and you soul shrunk as you noticed the disgust on Minho’s face.

“No! She’s not coming over tonight. Maybe actually plan on being with your girlfriend on your anniversary instead kissing ass to your boss.” More yelling form the other end as you attempt to reach for the phone but are swatted away. “No, she’s in no state right now to be in public. You can pick her up tomorrow if thats what she wants. Goodnight Andrew!” He finished in a singsong voice before shutting your phone down for the rest of the night.

You sat there in disbelief, but definitely with anger boiling within you.

“Alright where were we? I still have one more chance to win.” He said facing back to you and prepped for another round.

“You had no right to do that.” You muttered out, the last of your disbelief coming out and being fully replaced with anger.

“Well he was being insane. If he really wanted to spend the time with you, he would have picked you up when he said he was going to.” So nonchalant, like he didn’t just possibly make things a million times worse.

“You still had no right. I was just gonna give him the silent treatment and talk about it with him later.”

“And he had no right treat you this way. Honestly, he has no right to treat you the way he normally does Y/N.”

“And what do you mean by that Minho.” Dead seriousness on your face, the playful mood you two had established is completely gone.

“He doesn’t deserve you. Leaving you hanging, getting mad and petty over little things, and not respecting you. Don’t you remember when you came crying from that work party because he not only didn’t stand up for you when his boss made fun of your profession, but added onto his jokes.”

“And what would you like for me to do, Minho? Just dump him. You know that he isn’t bad all the time and he’s kept my parents off my back about marriage.”

“And you think that a man that treats you mediocrely is the way to get all that?”

“Who else would you suggest?! It’s not like I have men lining up for me and if they are it’s always weirdos.”

“Me! Pick me instead!” His arm flew into the air, begging to bring down some sort of answer with the confession.

“A very funny joke, Minho. Now besides deflecting from what you just did, let's talk about how you just acted.”

“It’s not a joke Y/N. I’m here for you, I always have been. The second you tell him it’s over, I wanna be the next one in his spot. The last one in that spot.” He slides off the couch to lead in front of you, cheeks blushed from emotion and alcohol, eyes twinkling and wet.

“Minho, I can’t just-”

“Why not? Even if you don’t have any inkling of feelings for me, I know that I will treat you infinitely better than he will. It could just be the two of us, like this.” His hand coming up to cup your face, the coolness taming down the heat of your own emotions.

“But I don’t think I’m the only one of us that has emotions for each other. And if I’ve made them up in my head, I’ll keep them there until hopefully they are true and I wasn’t just imagining it.” He words felt like I’ve les sliding down your back.

The moment every girl dreams, the confession for the hot best friend when they are low in life. You could have everything you could ever want in this moment, something you had dreamed about for months on end before you stuffed the emotions so far down that you couldn’t feel them now.

They started leaping out of your heart from the deepest part and inching up your throat. One more bat of his eyelids with the smile he was giving you and surely they would be exposed to the world.

You rip away from him and move so you have the entirety of couch between the two of you, his hand still hanging in the air as he attempts to figure out what happened. You start looking around for your things, frantically stuffing them into your purse.

Babbling was the only thing that was escaping you, something along the lines that you needed to leave, to go home, maybe to think but you weren’t sure what he was able to interpret.

“Y/n! Can you just wait and we can talk this out a little-“ He stood to get closer causing you to stumble towards the front door and fished for you shoes. Poor Doongie was laying across them in vain attempt to keep you here.

“Min,” The words barely escaped with your breath. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. You know the second you did you would crumble to pieces. “I’m sorry, but I just can’t. Not now.”

Your fingers clasped the door handle. God why hadn’t everything just gone normal. You shouldn’t have to be fleeing away from him, of all people.

“Can we talk this through tomorrow? When are we both sober?” His pain was palpable, but just excreted in his words but permeating the air of the apartment. You knew that he was crying without looking. Fuck how could you be a friend that leaves him like this.

“I‘ll let you know when I’m ready, Minho.” You couldn’t utter a goodbye, just letting the silent click of the door shutting behind you do the job. The tears didn’t hit you until you stepped into the night air, when you couldn’t easily go running to him to comfort him.

You think you spent about twenty minutes on the stoop just trying to absorb what had happened. It should have been what you where always waiting on, Minho finally confessing his feels for you when you never saw the sights beforehand. Maybe he had finally started to let on to the hints you had been not so subtly dropping for the past couple years.

But no. He had to wait until you were in a stable relationship to throw that bomb at you. When you had taken the long months of moving past liking him to the point where you would finally consider going on dates with other men. A stray dog sniffing your knee pulled you out of your trance, letting you finger move mindlessly over the keypad of your phone until the dial of the phone rang in your ear.

“Hi babe, listen I know what just happened but could you please come and pick me up.”

Waking up, you wish that you could say the night came back to you suddenly. That waking up and being met with his ceiling jolted you, that you scrambled for you clothes. Instead, you closed your eyes and tucked back into the source of heat next to you. His shirt was soft, something you missed from your ex when you were confronted with bare sweaty skin in the morning.

You did your best not to react to his arms circling you, attempting to still seem asleep. His lithe fingers found your hair, slowly working apart the larger knots your sleep had built up. You cherish it for a few more moments before rubbing the sleep from your face on him.

“Still always a late sleeper. Jisung might have your record beat however,” Minho mumbled as he shifted to allow you more room to stretch out.

“Not fair if he doesn’t fall asleep until about 3. Last night was the latest for me since,” The words die on your lips. We both know what the last rough night for me, the both of us, likely was.

“I promise not to let him think he’s winning.” He sits up slowly to start leaving bed. You haven’t opened your eyes yet, you know that the combination of his morning voice and tousled hair would hurt too much. “I’m gonna shower first. Any clothes you have here will be in your little cubby.”

His heat slipping from you almost sparked a fit. You knew that you had no grounds for one, but you let the puff of air past your lips in subtle protest. His chuckle was faint until the closing of the door severed him from you.

You chance open your eyes at that point, slowly taking in the same room like it always had been. His desk was piling a little higher with books, he still really needed to get another shelf. You had bought him one for his birthday, but couldn’t bring yourself to even drop it off while he was at work. Coming down his street seemed daunting then.

Moving quietly, you found yourself in the little fabric box Minho kept in his wardrobe for you. Well it started out for any guest, but you slowly claimed it as your own. Nights caught in the rain, your washer breaking down. Anything that you think you might need here.

The sweats on top slide on easily, but an appropriate shirt is almost impossible to find in your size. You look directly to the side, his sleep shirts folded nicely. It slides on easier than the pants, not letting you think about the inclinations as you paddle out to the kitchen to start on breakfast.

He was in there longer than you thought, probably to ensure you had enough time to wake up and get dressed. Moving around the kitchen was something still ingrained in your memory, pulling out the pan while acquiring ingredients for pancakes. It felt nice to do it by memory, not having to worry about checking the wrong drawer a million times over like when you tried to surprise Andrew.

It pulled you into a trance, watching the circles create their bubbles while the cats wove between your legs. Soon signaled his distress as he pawed at his empty bowl, causing you to chuckle. You check the usual spot, but their tub of food was empty. The pantry held the next bag of food, but Minho had placed it up higher to make room for groceries.

Even on the tips of your toes, you could just barely graze the bottom of the bag. Normally he kept a step stool however that was impossible to locate. Looks like you were going to have to jump as you prepared yourself.

“Easy there tiger, don’t want you hurting yourself.” His voice spooked you as it cut through the silence. You could barely picked up on the pad of his feet as he slotted next to you, reaching easily to grasp the bag.

“I thought I was promised omelettes.” He pouted slightly as he opened up the bag, the crinkle of the plastic drowned out by the yammering of his little fur babies.

“Patience is a virtue, Lee Minho.”

“Aren’t we lucky that I was an only child then? My ability to wait is next to nothing.” He finished scooping the portions out before turning to the counter, taking the egg carton in his hand before setting to work.

It was a well oiled dance you two knew well. Normally it was punctuated with the hunger pains of his friends as they dragged into the kitchen. Today was just filled with the sounds of the kitchen and Minho humming. Until the hum turned into faint singing as you sat on the counter to watch him slice up the rolled egg.

“Taste for me?” He offers you the first bit, hand holding under it to save the precious morale. The flavor of the peppers and chives explode across your tongue. “Good?”

“Remind me why you wanted to waste your time becoming a vet when you were born to be a chef.”

“Because you all complimenting me gives me a big enough head now. Imagine if other’s knew about me.”

“You wouldn’t be able to fit through your door.”

“Yah! Just for that, you are on table setting duty while I finish this deary.”

“We need to talk about it, Y/N. As much as I love having you here, we need to figure some stuff out.”

The bubble bursted, the illusion of this morning gone with his intrusive words.

“I’m not going back to him.” You said point blank, focusing your eyesight on his chin in hopes it mimics eye contact.

“I’m proud of you for that. But there were too many things let out in the open about us the last time we were here.” His utensils now abandoned on the table, your newest target to lock your gaze on.

“Are you sure we can’t just act like it didn’t happen? That we both just had too much to drink and said things we didn’t mean.”

You hear him suck in his breath, you knew it was a low blow but you couldn’t keep it from not coming out.

“I can’t-No I won’t pretend that it didn’t happen. I tried that for weeks, but I’d see little reminders everywhere. The poster from that movie we saw after you passed your chem final, your favorite ice cream in the grocery, and that stupid couch. I couldn’t even bring myself to sit there for two weeks after. I tried brushing it off and I won’t do it again.”

It felt so fucked up. Your heart shouldn’t have leapt like it did when he mentioned those things. That even after you probably broke his heart, he still thought of you. Clung to the little bit of you. Kept your clothing in case you come back.

But everything just felt too raw, the hurt too real. While the comfort might have come this morning in bed, it was a sheer attempt of masking the gouges Andrew had placed on you.

“Minho, I know how you feel. How you felt. I understand if you don’t feel that way anymore. Hell if you kicked me out after this I wouldn’t blame you. I wanna be able to talk about this, but I just hurt Minho. Not just from Andrew, but being back here. Falling back into all of this, the guilt I feel from leaving this is just so much more than I thought.”

“I understand that you aren’t in the best place right now. But I want you to know this. I want to be there for you during this. I just need to know how you need me to help. Just tell me and I’ll do it. I’ll do it for you.” Minho grasped your hand, causing your eyes to snap up. His eyes were glued to your hands, tracing the movement of his thumb over your skin.

“But if you aren’t going to need me how I want you, you have to tell me. I love you with all my heart. Nothing much is going to change. But I’m not going to let that happen to myself again. I won’t hurt myself by waiting in the wings and hoping for me.”

“I didn’t realize that was how you felt all along Minho.”

He laughed, but you couldn’t shake the ting of coldness from it. “Not always, but I’ve loved you for most of the time I’ve known you. I know they didn’t always seem the most serious, but I always meant everything. Every valentine, every note, every time I stood in for your date at events. I just let myself believe it was us for those moments.”

It was silent for a few moments as you let his words sink in. As you realized all those intentions he had for all those little things.

“I kept them all. I never told you that,” his eyes shot up to you, wide and hopeful. “It’s this little box under my bed, my sister got it for me thinking I’d be the cool older sister who’d get love notes from boys. I couldn’t bring myself to put anything that wasn’t yours in it once you gave me that handmade valentine. The one from the year before Dori. You called me your third kitten.”

“You really kept them all?”

“Couldn’t really throw away a note from the hottest guy in school. Why would I get rid of the corsage from the guy I clung to in hope that one night, if the lighting was just right. If the stars aligned perfectly, he’d think I’m beautiful and want no one else but me.”

The twinkle was in his as normally, a Minho standard. But you’d be lying if you didn’t think that they more closely resembled galaxies today with how suck in he seem. Your fingers tighten on his slightly and a small smile curls at his lips.

“I felt lucky if I got any sort of attention like that from you. So many of the girls in school would probably fought to the death for an inkling of it. And I just felt…special. Like you choose me to put on that little pedestal. Even if it was just for a moment.”

“I can promise you that there was no one else even close to being how I saw you. It’s always been you darling.”

This moment, captured perfectly by the warm sun beams peaking through the window. A lazy breakfast, just the two of you with the entire day ahead. Bellies full and opportunities endless.

#skz #Lee know #lino #lee minho #stray kids #stray kids x you #lee know comfort #lee know x reader #lee know fluff #lee know x y/n #lee know imagines

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hiya I wanna request some william comfort fic bc I had a bad day today but where I can find your rules? I'm currently using tumblr app, so I cannot find it

Feat; William James Moriarty x gn!reader (MTP). Genre; fluff, comfort

Prompt; ❛❛I’ll hold you tight.❞ Warnings; bad days, ugly crying/lh

Desc; IN WHICH William is always the first to pick you up on your worst days, not only is he a great crime consultant - he’s also an excellent comforter.

A/N; heyy lovely! Sorry i’m a bit late with this request, but i do hope you’re feeling better now - the reason you couldn’t find my rules is bc I haven’t made them yet. Mostly bc I’m using mobile + this blog is quite new - but I’m working on it atm ❤️ thank you and enjoy!

We all have bad days.

And in all his genius, William certainly isn’t a stranger to them.

In fact, most of his days used to be plagued with storm clouds, with no sunshine or light until you stumbled into his life.

You were a gift, your very presence lifted him from the darkest depths, you were undeserved.

Back then, he had realised how angelic you were - Liam just knew that you were too good for him so he tried to scare you off by showing you his intentions, his thoughts, he trusted you with the worst of his plans.

Yet, you didn’t bat an eye. Only acknowledging each and every part of him, you saw him for who he was and began mending his heart because you love him.

It’s a WIP

William can still feel your warmth encasing him in a hug - that December night, the first time you ever saw him cry. You held him close, stroking his hair and kissed his head like a mother would. You filled that empty void in his chest.

That’s why he wants to do the same for you, Will believes he is forever in your debt.

And when you cry, are upset, have a bad day, he’ll hold you tight; just as you did him.

Also because you are literally the last person in the world that should go through any type of pain.

The corners of your lips downturned as you sat in the living room, cross legged with a cup of cold tea, your hands trembled, biting frost bite seeped into your bones and reached the depths of your soul. You felt heavy in sadness. No thoughts except crystal teardrops cascading down your frowning face.

There was no particular reason for the gloomy mood.

Today just so happened to be an off day, one where no matter what you did to escape it, you couldn’t. Your tea was near frozen over as cold, December nights bled into the estate. You were alone, shivering and crying with no one to confide in.

They’d all gone out to celebrate the closing in Christmas, maybe you should’ve joined them but it was far too late now.

What would they say if they saw you like this?

In your moment of pondering, you didn’t notice a familiar criminal mastermind standing behind you, his arms crossed and a thinking expression plastered on his face. William was confused as to why you hadn’t gone out with the rest of the organization. “(y/n)? I thought you were celebrating with the others.”

You froze in the spot, why was he here? In order to not reveal your distraught state to him, you stayed still without turning around to face him, “So did I.” Nonchalantly reaching for the cup of tea, you shivered upon the sudden coldness against your hand.

“I suppose we’re both in the same boat,” He smiled passively, realizing you were both alone together, “but I’d rather you tell me why you’re upset first.” Liam tapped two fingers on his other arm in anticipation.

A weak laugh echoed across the room, you being the source of it; even though he called your unsaid bluffs, you hadn’t flinched once, you didn’t take William an oblivious man, he was smart and easily figured you out, “I don’t know.”

After your empty chucking fit, you whispered a hoarse reply, nothing but honesty in your disappointed tone. He simply observed your manic attitude, not moving an inch, “I see.”

Staring down at your upturned hands, you felt dissatisfied, unhappy for showing yourself in this depressing light, the one part Will hadn’t seen yet. He was never supposed to see you like this, you were an utter mess today and what’s worse is that he saw it.

You felt the feeling before the sting of your hand as you slapped yourself lightly, “(y/n)-“ William jumped to action immediately, he rushed in front of you in case you dealt anymore harm to yourself. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this, I shouldn’t be crying over…something so simple.”

“Cry all you need to, although I despise seeing you distressed - it’s quite normal and let me tell you a secret-..” He lent to your face, cupping his hand near your ear to whisper something, “..-Sometimes, even I cry.” You giggled slightly at his jest, not noticing that this was his way of cheering you up.

William let a sly grin slide on his lips, “Now that’s the smile I love.” He linked your hands together, landing an intimate peck on your lips, his eyes softened at your delighted face; you were as beautiful as ever, especially when you were happy. He felt some sort of proudness at achieving this.

No one knew you like William.

#yuukuko no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #fanfic #mtp x reader #yuukuko no moriarty x reader #moriarty x reader #william james moriarty #ynm x reader #mtp william #comfort #william moriarty x reader #william james moriarty x reader #ynm william #yuumori x reader #yuumori #ilovewilliam #prompt #moriarty the patriot x reader

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cozza-frenzy · 1 month

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The Alters Of The Magbox

Last updated May 9th 2024 - Total Headcount is 11 This post is mainly just for reference, but feel free to take a look if you've not met all of us yet, or are just curious.

Terry [Last Name Redacted] Pronouns: They/Them (Neos: Toon/Toons/Toonself, Fin/Fins/Finself, Star/Stars/Starself) Species: Beyonder System Roles: Host, Conflict Resolution Likes: Seafood, fresh fruit, shirts that look like bowling alley carpet, electronic music, their partners (Lito, Chaos in-system, and Sigyn of The Panopticon) Dislikes: Liver, cold and damp weather, getting "front stuck" Theme Song: Battle Scars - Paradise Fears Tag: #Shit Terry Says "I'll carry you home, no you're not alone, keep marching on, this is worth fighting for"

Chaos Loony Whackadoo Danger Crimefighter Gadget Stortion Pronouns: It/Its (Neos: Twist/Twists/Twistself, Spin/Spins/Spinself) Species: Cartoon Likes: Strawberries, rave music, dad jokes, causing problems on purpose, its adopted kid (Andy), its partners (Lito, Terry in-system, and Len of The Panopticon) Dislikes: Silence, green vegetables, causing problems by accident Theme Song: Louder Than Words - Pink Floyd System Roles: Gatekeeper, Caregiver, Protector Tag: #Spiral Posting "It's louder than words, the sum of our parts The beat of our hearts is louder than words"

Taffy Brewer Pronouns: They/Them (Neos: Star/Stars/Starself, Crown/Crowns/Crownself) Species: Object Head Likes: Vegetarian curry, walking outside, plants and animals, their partner (Roy in-system) Dislikes: Meat, heavy rain, crowds and loud noises Theme Song: Down To Earth - Peter Gabriel System Roles: Self-Care, Caretaker, System Management Tag: #To The Stars "We're coming down to the ground To hear the birds sing in the trees And the land will be looked after We send the seeds out in the breeze"

(Art by our Partner System, @rinjak3 !) Martin Blackwood Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them Species: Beastkin Likes: Comfort food, tea and biscuits, pop music, drag shows, their partners (Jon Sims and Jonny D'ville of The Panopticon) Dislikes: Body shaming, the smell of cigarettes, foggy days Theme Song: North - Sleeping At Last System Roles: Caregiver, Grief Holder, Emotional Regulator Tag: #Tea And Sympathy "Let the years we're here be kind, be kind Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide Settle our bones like wood over time, over time Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine"

Vivien Blackwood Pronouns: They/Them (Neos: Paint/Paints/Paintself) Species: Cartoon Likes: Mint chocolate, authentic ramen, video games, animated movies & shows, making and appreciating art Dislikes: Physical contact without consent, being cold Theme Song: Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall - Coldplay System Roles: Creative Work, Caretaker Tag: #Beyond The Shadows

"So you can hurt, hurt me bad Still I'll raise the flag"

Andy Stortion Pronouns: Any/All (Undecided) Species: Beastkin Likes: Ice cream, french fries with ketchup, stickers, colored pencils, board games, asking questions, their in-system family Dislikes: Raised voices, being ignored, people in mascot suits Theme Song: Ready Now - Dodie System Roles: Trauma Holder Tag: (None yet - Andy is underage in-system, and doesn't post without supervision) "You said "I will listen, tell it all When you're finished we'll talk more" But I didn't know how, so we took it in turns To my surprise we found my words"

Dr. Roy Boss Pronouns: He/Him, It/Its (Neos: Dark/Darks/Darkself) Species: Cartoon Likes: Dark chocolate, BBQ Ribs, thunderstorms, heavy music, mad science, his partner (Taffy in-system) Dislikes: Authority figures, bright lights, unfairness and injustice Theme Song: Get Up - Korn feat. Skrillex System Roles: Anger Holder, RSD Holder, Medical Advocate, In-System Medical Care Tag: #Boom Baby Boom

"I am clearly broken And no one knows what to do Pieces of the puzzle don't fit So I pound them into you"

Dagwood Hero Sandwich Pronouns: He/Him, It/Its Species: Cartoon Likes: Ice-cream sundaes, veggie dogs, making people laugh, story books Dislikes: Jokes that "punch down", violent media, swearing (for himself - he doesn't mind if others do) Theme Song: All You Need Is Love - The Beatles System Role(s): Mood Booster, Memory Keeper, System Management Tag: #Bring Me Sunshine "Nothing you can make that can't be made No one you can save that can't be saved Nothing you can do, but you can learn how to be you in time It's easy"

Jenova Destati Pronouns: She/Her, It/Its, (Neos: Fen/Fens/Fenself) Species: Divine Beast Likes: Salads, berries, being outside, peace and quiet Dislikes: Crowds, loud music Theme Song: Sweet Time - Porter Robinson System Role(s): Pain Management, Stress Management Tag: (None Yet) "To live, we're dying Why wouldn't we see our world as dark? But I won't spend time Resenting the way things are"

"Thirteen" (Real name & face withheld) Pronouns: He/Him, She/Her Species: Not Disclosed Likes: Social events, fine dining, "Dad Rock", her partners (Roses in-system, Archivist Grian of The Panopticon), dishes with lots of garlic Dislikes: Alcohol, rainy days, gambling Theme Song: The Dying Light - Sam Fender System Role(s): Inner World Architect, Trauma Holder, Life Protector Tag: #Unlucky For Some "But I'm damned if I give up tonight I must repel the dying light"

"Roses" (Real name & face withheld) Pronouns: Any/All (Genderfluid) Species: Not Disclosed Likes: Karaoke, social events, cooking, sweet potatoes, their partner (Thirteen in-system) Dislikes: Alcohol, loud and grating noises, being outside after sunset Theme Song: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - Elton John System Role(s): Social Advocate, Trauma Holder, Misophonia Holder Tag: #Restless Nights

"You know you can't hold me forever I didn't sign up with you I'm not a present for your friends to open This boy's too young to be singing the blues"

#Adventures in OSDD #The Magbox Idiot Box #Dissociative Identity Disorder #OSDD-1b System #Actually Dissociative #Endos DNI #Endos fuck off #Endo Supporters DNI

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