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Did you see the Sebastian photo with him in the leather jacket and Bucky hair? The black and white one? He looks so good!!!!!!!!

Is it the image below, nonnie? If so, yes! He looks amazing. So much that I had to share more rocker!Bucky. If not, I'm happy to receive the pic.

Everybody Wants a Taste

Pairing: Rocker!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Are you really Bucky's girl? He thinks so. Word Count: Over 1.5k Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content, oral implied (m. and f. receiving), possessive behavior, slight jealousy and insecurity, swearing, slight feels (it's me), sort of getting together, communication is key, Rocker!Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Some White Wolf and Luna that no one asked for! This can also count for Week 4 of the @the-slumberparty for Across the Universe!❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner by the amazing @sgt-seabass and banner by the lovely @rookthorne . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

When word got around that you were seeing Bucky Barnes, some of your friends back home told you to be careful. Not because you couldn't keep up with the rockstar, but because they didn't want him to throw you out when he eventually grew bored of you. Touching as it was, it was also insulting.

"We're having fun." you said in the group chat. "Nothing wrong with that."

"But everyone wants him!" one of them replied. "What makes you different from the rest?"

What makes you special?

"Nice fucking pep talk. Really. Appreciate the vote of confidence!" you sent.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"I'm a big girl. I can handle myself."

That was the last thing you sent in the chat.

You may have given your phone the finger, too.

As if you needed another reminder that girls, and guys, lined up to get just a glimpse of the man you somehow got to call yours. Some were better looking than you and others were nicer, but you refused to let it shatter your confidence. They didn't click with Bucky the way you did. If he woke up one day and decided he didn't want you, it wouldn't be the end of your world.

You took care of yourself long before you left home and wouldn't depend on a guy for anything. That was something you made clear when you started spending more time with Bucky. At least, you told him once you could form a coherent sentence since he fucked every sane thought out of you.

"It's okay to keep wanting me, Luna."

Being addicted to him wasn't something you anticipated nor did you want to admit that he had a hold on you. If you did, he'd have the entire deck stacked in his favor. But the cocky fucker knew he had you in the palm of his hand and you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Not when you were on your knees worshipping him like the god everyone made him out to be.

You waited for Bucky after rehearsal, knowing he could do with a bit of stress relief. Steve gave you a knowing smirk as he walked by. "Hey, baby," he teased.

“Hey, blondie,” you winked back.

"Don't call my girl 'baby', punk," Bucky said as his friend laughed.

Am I your girl?

Shamelessly allowing your eyes to roam his body as he walked closer, you wondered how he even got his jeans on some days with the heat he was packing. The rest of the band nodded to you as they passed by, knowing exactly what they'd witness if they stuck around.

"I don't remember texting you," Bucky said when he stopped, running his ringed fingers through his hair. "You don't have anything better to do than wait for me?"

Asshole. You're lucky I adore you.

Your eyes narrowed as you pushed yourself off the wall. "Plenty of other things I can be doing that don't involve you."

"C'mon, baby. I'm fucking with you," he smiled as he moved to stand in front of you. "I just figured you might be hanging out with Alice and Sunshine."

"Oh, we did each other's nails and had a pillow fight. Almost fell out of my top as I jumped around," you smiled, leaning against the wall once again.

You liked Alice and Sunshine. You'd be a bitch not to and they understood things that people back home wouldn't get. Jefferson was certainly more cheerful now that he had his girl back in his life. And Hal still adored his high school sweetheart just as much as he had the day before.

What's it like for someone to be loved the way they are?

"And I missed it? That's too bad. Didn't get a facial?"

You arched an eyebrow as he moved a finger along the swell of your breast. "How could I when you weren't there to give me one?"

"I can give you one now," he smirked.

You laughed and shook your head as you tugged him closer by his t-shirt. "I don't know if I want one anymore. I could find something else to quench my thirst."

"We both know you love the taste of my cock."

"Almost as much as you love the taste of my pussy."

He placed both hands on the wall and looked into your eyes as you bit your lip. "My favorite treat. You gonna let me get my mouth on you so I can have my fill?"

"Maybe after you fuck my throat. Maybe," you said before he brought a hand to your throat. He held it there, but didn't squeeze. "So you'd rather choke me with your hand instead of your cock?"

"Luna, baby, don't tease me."

"Isn't teasing just another form of foreplay?" you asked.

The flirty, fun banter never got old with him. Even on the days you didn't have sex, you found yourself smiling at his words and antics. It made it difficult to protect your heart. But like your body, it was yours to give the person you wanted and he had the key to the lock before you knew it.

"I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock," he stated, tightening his grip when you moaned. "Want you to choke on me before I make a mess of you."

The mere suggestion was enough for your thighs to rub together, tour panties dampening more at the thought of him using your throat to get himself off and paint your face. His thick cock filled every hole of yours to the brim time and time again, reminding you that you belonged to him. But you couldn't always give in so easily. Call it pride or a power move.

You'd both get off in the end.

"Sure you don't want one of your other groupies to suck your cock?"

Everybody wants a taste.

His smirk vanished instantly as he leaned in close enough that you could feel his breath against your lips. You didn't shy away from his gaze, captivated by the blue of his eyes. He liked that you didn't try to hide.

Caught in his trap, you couldn't duck and run if you wanted to.

"I haven't fucked anyone else in weeks," his voice dropped as he shoved his knee between your thighs without warning, your core pulsing as he brushed his lips against yours. "Thought I made it clear that you're my girl."

You swallowed hard enough for Bucky to loosen his grip. If Bucky let you in, that meant something because he didn't give himself away lightly. Sex, he could find that anywhere. Someone to stick around through the highs and lows after was another story.

One you wanted to write with him.

"You never actually asked," you said above a whisper.

It was weak to say it out loud and make him put a label on it, but you wanted to hear it.

"I didn't think I had to ask," he said, kissing the spot between your eyes with a small huff. "I thought you were already mine.”

Your stomach swirled with butterflies. "I thought you were mine, too."

"Because I am. I’m all yours," he whispered, playing dirty by rocking his knee a bit more. You were tempted to slide up a bit more and ride his thigh and weep from knowing he was really yours. "C'mon. Be mine. Be my fucking girl, Luna."

You whined when he brought his lips to yours again. You would have said "yes" regardless. "I'm your girl, but don't you dare break my heart. 'Cause I'll hunt you down and make you sorry if you do. I'll curse that glorious dick of yours, too."

Bucky threw his head back and laughed. The sound brought a smile to your face. "I'd expect nothing less. You better not curse my dick or break my heart either."

His casual tone had an underlying vulnerability that you wouldn't dare joke about.

"You're my guy, Wolfy. I won't hurt you."

And I'll be your Luna no matter what.

"Don't let anyone hear you call me that," he grinned, pulling his knee away to leave you wanting more. Tease. "I have a reputation to uphold."

You smiled as the atmosphere shifted back to the sexual charge. He didn't need to dwell on the emotions for the moment and neither did you. Your heart was full and that was more than enough for today.

"Guess you better shut me up then," you suggested as you reached for his belt.

"Oh, no. Still wanna hear you moan and whine when you take me in your mouth," he stated, stepping back so you could unzip his pants and sink to your knees. "When I'm done, you're gonna sit on my face and sing for me. Those pretty sounds of yours might inspire our next song."

"Call it 'Howl at the Moon'," you smiled up at him. "Dedicate it to me," you added with a wink.

You'd find out later that Bucky already had.

Oh, these two. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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slayfics · 26 days

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Explosive Tendencies a slow burn fan fiction about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Katsuki gets his provisional licenses.

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You tossed and turned in bed, unable to get comfortable or fall asleep. You turned to your side and gazed at the stuffed bear Katsuki had given you- or more like shoved into your arms.

Your mind raced with regret. You should have spoken up and agreed with Eijiro that you wanted to say good night to Katsuki alone but- you couldn't help but feel nervous and overwhelmed.

Why didn't Katsuki say anything?

You let out an exhausted sigh and grabbed your phone. Unlocking your phone and staring at the text thread between you and Katsuki, you contemplated something to say. You typed out a sentence, decided it sounded stupid, and deleted it.

Then to your surprise as you were trying to think of something else to say, you saw three dots appear on the screen indicating Katsuki was typing as well. You set your phone down and decided to wait for his message before you sent one.

You felt your eyes get heavy as you patiently waited- and before you knew it you had dozed off to sleep.

As soon as you came back to consciousness you reached for your phone to see if Katsuki ever sent a message but- your phone had no notifications from him.

Could it be that he was also struggling with what to say? Or maybe the three dots you saw were a mistake.

Either way, it was too late now. Katsuki was at his last supplemental class for his provisional licenses by now. You put your phone down disappointingly and got ready for the day.

Later in the common room, your classmates talked about Shoto and Katsuki taking their final class.

"They will pass, won't they?" Kyoka asked.

"Oh yeah- Bakugo may be a jerk, but he's been doing really good lately," Toru said.

"Maybe I'll make a cake while we're all waiting," Rikido suggested.

"Yeah, we could have a little surprise party for them," Momo encouraged.

The rest of your classmates agreed excitedly.

You shuffled uncomfortably on the couch, "I don't know- something tells me Bakugo would hate that," you spoke. While your classmates did have good intentions- you knew it would just be a reminder to Katsuki that he had fallen behind everyone.

"Bakugo is always a grouch no matter what! Besides they both worked hard and I'm sure Todoroki would appreciate it," Toru countered.

Being outnumbered by your classmate's enthusiasm, you decided to go along with the plan.

When Shoto and Katsuki returned to the dorms, everyone turned off the lights in anticipation of surprising them.

The two boys walked in confused by the vacant common room.

"Did we have a blackout or something? Katsuki asked.

"Maybe everyone else left the dorms?" Shoto suggested.

Your classmates then turned on the lights and popped some party streamers causing Shoto and Katsuki to jump in surprise.

You stood timidly in the back of the group as you watched Rikido present the cake to the two boys.

"That thing is massive!" Katsuki barked his face in a scowl from surprise.

You rolled your eyes as multiple of your classmates fawned over Shoto. Then just as you had predicted Katsuki yelled in a rage at Izuku who attempted to praise him.

"Congrats! Now we can do hero work together! It'll be great, Kacchan!" Izuku sang.

"What do you think you're better than me 'cause you got your license first!?" Katsuki yelled.

"No no! That's not what I meant!" Izuku cried out as Katsuki continued to yell.

You made your way to get cake as the squabble continued. Eventually, Eijiro worked his way over to Katsuki and got him to relax. You eyed the situation as you kept to yourself. You knew Katsuki hated big crowds and too much attention- so you decided not to add to it.

Plus, with the awkward way things left off between you- you weren't sure what the right thing to say was.

It didn't take long for Katsuki to make a swift exit as soon as he could sneak away. You noticed him walk out the front door and shut it quickly behind him.

He must be super overwhelmed to go outside in the cold you realized. The cold was something he hated more than parties. Although he probably thought he couldn't sneak his way all the way to his dorm without someone noticing and trying to make him stay.

You took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to go outside and check on him.

You slipped out the door trying not to make a scene and avoid anyone following you.

Katsuki was sitting on the steps outside the door, "What do you want?" he barked before turning around, "Oh- it's you," he said glancing at you slightly and then resting his cheek back in his palm.

"You ok?" You asked.

"Hah!? Of course, I'm ok!" He yelled.

You sighed and sat next to him, "I just know you aren't a fan of parties and a lot of attention. I told them you would hate it," you spoke.

Katsuki let out a huff, "Yeah well- I get that they were trying to be nice. But... I'm just tired," he said.

"That's understandable, I'm sure it was a long day for you. It must be nice to be all done with those supplemental classes though," you said trying to lighten his mood.

Katsuki grunted in agreement his gaze still away from you, "Yeah glad to be done with that bull shit. It did have its moments thought," He spoke.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" You asked.

"Guess I never finished telling you," Katsuki said, a laugh escaping him. You smiled at his mood finally shifting. "During that test where we had to work with kids- the damn brats started calling Todoroki, Five Winnies," he said bursting out laughing.

"Those kids have better nicknames than you," You laughed with him until the short moment of laughter subsided and you both fell into an awkward silence once more.

"Hey um- I'm sorry about yesterday." You finally had the courage to say.

"Hu?" He murmured and looked at you for the first time of the night,

"After the festival when Kirishima tried to leave," You reminded him.

"Yeah, I know what you're talking about. But- what are you sorry about?" He asked, his eyes looking at you curiously.

"I uh- I just should have said something," You responded.

"Yeah? And what should you have said?" He questioned.

You felt yourself freeze. You hadn't expected him to pressure you into clarifying.

"I uh- I don't know-," You began to stammer. No matter how many times you replayed that scene in your head you couldn't bring yourself to tell Katsuki in-person what you would have liked to say.

You would have liked to thank Kirishima for giving you both privacy and then-

"Ugh," Katsuki grunted bringing you out of your thoughts, his face scrunching up back into his usual scowl. "Stop being such a damn coward and tell me how you feel already!" He barked.

Your face flushed at his words- had Katsuki noticed your crush on him this whole time??

"Come on, you think I'm stupid?! I always catch you watching me during training, you- snuck out to come find me when I was kidnapped, and you practically begged to come see me when I was on house arrest- and, at the summer camp... You were going to tell me you thought I was attractive, right? So just- ugh," he grunted in frustration again. "Look- I- I don't hate being around you like I do everyone else ok- and I know you feel whatever this is between us too, right?"

You nodded shyly completely overwhelmed by his outburst of emotions.

"Good so just- let me kiss you yeah?" He proposed.

Your whole body trembled as your eyes scanned his for any sign that this was a joke. You had imagined scenarios like this playing out between you two so many times that it was hard to believe what was happening now was real.

"You- you do want that right?" he asked again, beginning to get impatient with your lack of response.

You nodded eagerly, unable to form any words.

"Tch- don't be so damn nervous, like I said- I... I like you too," he said, then awkwardly scooted closer to you.

You hadn't seen this expression on Katsuki's face before- was it nervousness? You never once saw him nervous in any sparring or training but- this seemed to be uncharted territory for him.

"Just- don't move ok," he said sternly as his hand shook, placing his finger under your chin and guiding your lips to his.

Katsuki rested his lips on yours, his touch shattered any doubts you had about this being real. The simple gesture transformed what was a friendship into something more meaningful and answered all your questions about how your classmate felt about you.

The blissful moment was over too soon, and your eyes locked on to his as he pulled away- the look on your face full of emotion.

"What?" Katsuki said, his face blushing as he looked away from you.

"Uh- nothing-... that was- that was nice..." you said looking away to hide your own blush.

"Tch- well... you better have enjoyed it because that's all you get," He barked.

"You're kidding right?" You said playfully scooting even closer to him.

"Hey careful brat," he said squirming at your closeness. "Look- I'm... not good at this stuff so... let me go at my own pace, alright?" He requested.

"Ok Bakugo," you agreed.

Katsuki winced, "I just kissed you- there's no need to be so formal with me anymore," He spoke.

"Oh- ok Katsuki," you said blushing once more.

"We should probably go back inside to that dumb party before someone comes looking for us," he said standing up.

You followed his lead standing up but as he was about to reach for the door you called out to him, "Hey Baku-... Katsuki?"

"What?" He asked, turning around.

You reached out and grabbed his hand interlacing your fingers with his.

Katsuki's face was taken over by another blush as he gazed at both your hands. Handholding was a small gesture- but walking back inside to the rest of your classmates like this was a big step. His nose scrunched up as he contemplated the consequences.

You second-guessed yourself and tried to pull your hand away, "It's ok if that's too much," you said.

"No-," he said tightening his grip on your hand, refusing to let you pull away. "It's fine- I don't give a damn about any of those extras anyway. It doesn't make a difference to me if they... know about us- Come on let's just go- it's cold as fuck out here," he said swinging the door open with his other hand.

As if on some silent cue, the whole inside of the common room went silent as your classmate's heads turned to take in the sight of you and Katsuki holding hands.

"Ohhh~ does this mean it's official now~?" Mina sang, bringing her hands together with a huge grin on her face.

"YES FINALLY!" Eijiro yelled.

"WHAT?!" Denki exclaimed. "No way Kacchan gets a girlfriend before me!"

Your face flushed as you looked away from the prying eyes of your classmates.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!! ALL OF YOU! THE NEXT PERSON TO SAY A WORD GET'S THEIR FACE BLASTED YOU HEAR ME!?!" Katsuki yelled, the pupils disappearing from his eyes with rage.

Although your classmates were bursting at the seams trying to hold in laughter and comments, they respected Katsuki's wishes and said nothing else about your newfound relationship

Over time, with the privacy from your classmates, Katsuki slowly became more affectionate with you in his own way, and you both continued to learn how to navigate your relationship through all the stresses of working towards being pro heroes. Taking it one step at a time.

Thank you to everyone who supported this series! I appreciate all of you and I hope you’ve enjoyed it!

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barcalover86 · 4 months

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End of beginning

A never-ending friendship

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Chapter four

Your body suddenly can't move.

What the hell did you do last night?

Bia is still sleeping in bed with your new friends besides her, and you are the only one awake. You were trying to remember what happened after the game, but nothing was coming out of your mind.

You weren't that stupid to send him a n*de.. or were you?

But if that happened, someone would have stopped you. But on the other side, all of you were drunk and immature.

And if you really sent him a n*de of yourself , then it will be all over Internet. Just like the other photos of you two together.

You screwed up bad..

Finding the courage to open up his messages alone, not wanting to wake anyone up this early in the morning, you are even more shocked when you see his text.

Before you click on the photo he sent you, you read what he wrote you.

I am happy that you looked at the match, and I'm also sorry for the gossip that it's going around right now. I hope I didn't cause damage to your relationship.

Relationship? What relationship?

You were the one who thought that you made Gavi and his girlfriend break up. But he was thinking something completely untrue. You don't have a boyfriend and you never did.

Right now, you were trying to think who could be that boy he saw you with. But as you were trying to remember who he was, you suddenly realised that he also sent you a photo.

You opened your phone again, tapping to his account.

When you counted to three, you clicked on his photo, and your heart melted at his sight.

It was a selfie of him and Lewandowski, smiling at you. He also wrote on it that brought us good luck .

That? What that?

Now you begin to think again what picture could you have sent him to.

And if somehow it was a n*ude.. did he really show it to everyone else around him?

But you weren't the type of person to do that. Even when drunk. It just wasn't your personality.

So.. your photo brought him luck? You smiled a bit.

Oh, and then you realised that Gavi actually texted you. Well, you texted him first, but he replied.

And he was also having you at his following list. That's.. Nice. You smile once again.

"Bia, wake up!"

"Hm?"

"Gavi texted me!"

When everyone heard that, they all got up immediately.

"He did what?" asked Lucas.

"He texted me, look."

"Screenshot his photo," Bia said, and before you could stop her, Lucas already did a screenshot on your phone.

"What! No, now he's going to see it!!!!"

"And? It's better than not having the photo? I bet he made it by himself just for you."

You think about it. Maybe..

"Uhhh" you groaned, sitting on your bed. "Do I have to reply to him?"

"What's even with that question? Of course you have to!?"

"But what do I say?"

"Just, I don't know. Congrats on your win?" Liam says.

"But then he'll let her on seen." Laura interrupts. "It has to be something like, congrats to your win, you did amazing. How are you feeling after the game?"

"Of course he feels happy, they won?"

"Bia, I mean if he is tired or in good shape. Maybe he got injured, which I don't think so. He'll get the question, right, Lucas?"

He looks at her while thinking what to answer.

"Boys often misinterpret questions like that."

You nodded. "Then what do I say?"

"In my opinion, you should really add the congratulations part. It's important." Lucas says. "Boys like to feel important and appreciated.

"Ok, so first I'm saying congrats. After?"

Silence. Everyone is thinking.

"Should I go with something like I hope your training goes good today?"

"Ah, I don't know-"

"I got it!!!" Laura says. "Just reply to his photo with a photo and you can add there the text you want to say. He'll sure be curious on your photo."

"Yesss! That's it! But I have to be pretty. Everyone, help me!!"

They all helped you with a pretty outfit, your hair and makeup, and after about 1 hour, you were ready to take the picture.

Smiling widely, you sent a photo of you saying congratulations on your win, guys. you did amazing. visca barça.

Perfect. Now you wait.

..................................................................................

Today, waiting for his reply, you walked around Barcelona, chatting and laughing. You stopped near your friends' restaurant and started singing and dancing traditional Spanish songs until the L family was ready to close.

All the time you were looking at your phone, hoping for a text from Gavi who seemed like wouldn't come.

When you said your goodbyes, you and Bia went to drink something near your hotel. When you were talking about your future college, your phone buzzed, and you freezed.

"So??"

You look at her with a big smile.

"Gavi."

"I wanna see, I wanna see!"

Bia was whining just like a little kid, but you were also so excited to read his text.

Well, he sent you another photo.

He seemed like he was in a bedroom, assuming it was his, smiling into the camera and having his thumb up. He was adorable.

If you want more photos of me, tell me. You don't have to screenshot. Also, you didn't tell me about your boyfriend. Is he mad?

"He is definitely flirting with you!"

"I don't know.."

"Well he totally is. Reply to him."

You took a quick photo of you, with your orange juice on your hands, smiling sweetly.

I'm sorry about that. A friend of mine screenshoted it accidentally. And about my relationship, I don't know where that came from. I'm single.

After 5 minutes, he replied.

"Wow, y/n. He is quick. I told you he is into you!"

Now, it was a photo with half of his face saying my bad, sorry. so are you still asking for pictures?

You did a similar picture as he did last time, and wrote first of all, I didn't ask for any pictures, second of all wouldn't your girlfriend be upset that you are talking with me?

"Are you sure you want to send that?" Bia asked you.

"Well even if he is Pablo Gavi, if he has a girl at home, he has to right not talk to other girls."

After about 20 minutes, he replied.

The photo was again with half of his face saying that are u jealous, y/n?

You blushed hard.

"Ooooo, he is flirting with youu."

"Shut up, he is typing.:

"Let's get home. We can't stay here for another hour. We also have to look for colleges."

You nodded and while you were walking back to your hotel, you were looking intensely at your phone.

Right when he was about to send his text, your mom was calling you.

You groaned hard while Bia was laughing.

"Yes?"

"Hi, sweetheart. How are you?"

"Mama, I'm kinda busy. I'll call you later, ok?"

"Did something happen? Are you ok?"

"Yes, don't worry. We are heading to our hotel. I'll call you there, ok? Bye."

"Bye, don't forget to!"

After ending the call, you go to see what Gavi said.

You blushed even harder.

"Whatt???? I wanna see too."

Yes, I am a footballer, but I don't cheat. I don't have a girlfriend and I didn't have one recently either. I think you know a lot about me, but I just know your name. Wanna meet me tomorrow at 13 after my training to show you the museum from Camp Nou? I promise I won't steal you. Bring a friend if you want. I'll bring Fermin too.

"Say yes, say yes, say yes!"

"I don't know, Bia. I feel like it's happening too fast."

"It's the right time, trust me. When fo you want him to ask you out. A day before we return home? Say yes!"

You slowly nodded, accepting his offer." You'll come with me."

"You didn't have to ask." she says super excited.

See you then.

You replied.

He liked your message.

"Today we have to go shopping. We need new chlotes."

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coldfanbou · 1 year

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Manor: Progression

The second part is here; we're progressing the story just slightly and adding in new characters. Also, the picture isn't exactly related to the piece; I just needed a picture of Taeyeon.

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Having heard of your parent's motive for the newly hired maids, you decided to have as little contact with them as possible. As you leave the shower and change, your thoughts return to the maids Tzuyu, Yuna, Chuu, Umji, and Wonyoung. The main idea is that they all just want a part of the fortune your family has attained. You shake your head; there's no way of knowing if that was their goal. You just knew it was your father's. To clear your head further, you step out into the back garden. Sitting on the bench, you watch the setting sun come down. You let your head hang back, close your eyes and stretch your body. Your eyes open slowly as you feel a tap on your shoulder. "I'm sorry for touching you without your permission, young master, but head maid Taeyeon sent me to tell you to come inside."

"I'll come in soon. Please, go back inside." You say without so much as looking at who it is. You can feel them nervously shift their weight on the wooden patio.

"Um, head maid Taeyeon said I shouldn't leave you alone until you're inside. S-so if you wouldn't mind coming inside, young master." You take in a deep breath before turning to see it was Wonyoung standing there. She fiddles with her fingers while continuing to look at you. "C-could you please come inside with me? Mi-Head Maid Taeyeon will be angry with me if I don't come in with you."

You stand up slowly, "Alright. I know how Taeyeon can be. Let's head inside." You lazily try to reassure Wonyoung. Somehow it works as her previously anxious expression is replaced with a smile.

"Thank you, young master." You try to pay her no mind as you walk inside. Stepping through the door first, you see Taeyeon watching the doorway with a notepad in her hand. Seeing Wonyoung come after you, she nods. Taeyeon writes something down before pulling Wonyoung aside to say something. In the meantime, you begin to head back to your room. The house seems busier than usual as many of the other maids are hurrying from one area to the other. Watching the others, you don't see one of the older serving maids as she crashes into you, sending clothes all over the floor.

"Oh! Young master, I'm so sorry I didn't see you there." You stand up quickly and help her up.

"No, no, it was my fault Hani. Why is everyone dashing around, though?" You ask while helping pick up the clothes.

"Did you not notice your father's business partner came in with his family earlier?"

"No, I must have been in the shower, or outside, for that matter. I suppose we're taking care of them?"

"Yes, we are."

"Which partner is it?" As you ask that, you feel a pair of hands cover your eyes.

"Guess who?" A voice asks. You can't recognize it, however.

"Um…"

"You really can't recognize your best friend? It hasn't been that long since we last saw each other." With mild annoyance in their voice, you uncover your eyes and turn around to see Nayeon. She brings you into a hug. "It’s been a while, hasn't it?"

"You're sending a lot of mixed messages, Nayeon. And how was I supposed to guess it was you when you had my eyes covered?" You ask while patting her back.

"You should've just known." She says. "It’s been what? Ten years?"

"Since we last saw each other? Yeah."

Nayeon taps you with her elbow, "well? Show me your room. I want to see how it's changed." You wave her arm away from you.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll show you." You turn back around, "I'll talk to you later, Hani. I hope things calm down for everyone."

"I sure hope so, young master. I appreciate your help." Hani leaves to finish her tasks while you lead Nayeon to your room. You think it's quite a coincidence that Nayeon returns at the same time you get new hires. Then the thought comes that Nayeon's family had probably planned this trip for a while now. Nayeon skips ahead of you and waits beside your door.

"Come on, hurry!" She exclaims.

"Relax, Nayeon. You're acting like something amazing is going on." You try to open the door as you reach it. Hwasa was on the other side of the door when you tried.

"Hey! Oh, it's you, master." She says, her demeanor changing as soon as she sees your face. "I was just cleaning up your room." Hwasa's eyes furrow as she spots Nayeon. "Master, who is this?"

"Oh, this is Nayeon. She was a friend of mine from years back."

"So this is the Nayeon mentioned by your parents." Hwasa gives her a simple nod. "I'm just about done, master; please give me a moment to finish."

"I-Sure, Hwasa." She closes the door leaving you and Nayeon standing outside.

"Is she new?" Nayeon asks. "I don't remember her being here."

"She's one of the older members of the team. Hwasa, I think, got here three or four years ago. We have five new hires today." Nayeon tilts her head.

"Is that so? Do you like any of them?"

"I mean, they seem like good people."

"But do you like them?" Nayeon says, pressing you on the matter.

"No? I mean, I broke up with my ex not that long ago."

"You were dating someone?" Nayeon asks, continuing her interrogation. You're saved by Hwasa opening the door.

"All done, master."

"Thank you, Hwasa." Nayeon passes by the two of you, jumping onto your bed.

While she's not looking, Hwasa gets on her toes and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. "All set, master. Don't forget I'll be here if you ever need some help.'" Her hands linger on you as she walks away. You watch Hwasa walk away, her hips swaying with each step. She turns her head to see you staring. Hwasa smiles at you and winks before turning the corner. As you step inside and close the door behind you, you see Nayeon kicking her feet while looking at you.

"So you broke up with your girlfriend?"

You sigh, "yeah, I did."

"Sorry to hear that, but that just means no one will be angry when we hang out."

"...right. I mean no offense, but, Nayeon, you're acting as if nothing has changed." Nayeon changes her position and sits on your bed.

"Nothing has changed." She says in a deadly serious voice.

"Nayeon, it’s been ten years."

"I've thought of you every day for those ten years." She responds quickly. You're unsure of how to respond to her. A long pause develops between you as you stare at each other. She's the first to break eye contact, "I-I didn't want to move away. I cried my eyes out thinking about you. I missed you. So sorry for acting like nothing's changed, but I just want things to be how they were before." Nayeon's eyes start to get watery, and she stands up, ready to leave.

Feeling bad, you stop her from leaving and hug her. "It's alright, no need to cry. I'm just a bit sensitive regarding the topic of my ex. I didn't mean to be rude." Nayeon holds onto you for a moment before pulling away.

"I'm going to go to my room." She says dejectedly as she leaves. You sit on your bed, sighing about making Nayeon sad. You lay in bed for the night, thinking too much has happened. As you nearly fall asleep, a knock at the door causes you to stir.

"Who is it?" You yell.

"Young master, it's me, Taeyeon."

"Come in." The door opens slowly, and Taeyeon pokes her head in.

"Young master, I noticed Miss Nayeon came out of your room looking sad. Is everything alright?"

"Things will be fine, Taeyeon. It's just that I said something in a rude way. I'll apologize tomorrow; it's best to let her go for now."

Taeyeon takes a seat next to you and puts her hand on top of yours. "I know you've been going through a tough time, young master. But you have to be careful when you speak to a lady."

"I know Taeyeon, we've had this talk before." You respond while trying to escape her grip.

"Yes, I know, but you're a man now. We had that talk a long time ago. You have to consider your actions and words. You can't just go out with anyone." You sit there in silence while Taeyeon continues to lecture you. A part of you thinks about turning things around on her and saying you'd like to be with her. The thought continues, it wouldn't be that bad to marry Taeyeon. She was always caring toward you, and she was stunning. You were slowly convincing yourself that Taeyeon was quite a catch. Your thoughts are cut off as Taeyeon snaps her fingers in front of your face. "Are you listening to me? Young master, I asked if you're listening to me?"

You turn to face Taeyeon, "Taeyeon, are you single?" Her eyes widen as she hears your question.

"I-young master," Taeyeon stumbles over her words, and you cut her off.

"Taeyeon, are you single?" You stare into her eyes, causing her to look away from you. She shyly nods her head.

"But I-." You cut her off again.

"You say I can't date just anyone; what about you? Can I date you?" Taeyeon's face goes red as she covers her face with her hands.

"I-I don't think that's appropriate young master."

You inch closer to Taeyeon, "You're so reliable, so kind, beautiful." Taeyeon presses her face against her hands, trying to disappear. "So? Can I date you?" At this point, you had worked the idea into your head that dating Taeyeon would be the best option.

"I-I," Taeyeon spreads her fingers to peek at you without fully uncovering her face. Taking a deep breath, she removes her hands and has a serious look. With all the professionalism she could muster, Taeyeon begins speaking, "Young master, I understand that your break up has left you wanting a woman's touch. I'm flattered that you would consider me an option as someone to date, but I have to decline. I will, however, help you get your…urges under." Having said that, Taeyeon reaches down to your crotch and rubs your cock through your pants. You let out a small grunt as you feel her touch. "Just let me take care of you, young master." She unbuttons your pants and pulls them down. Seeing your half-hard cock she gulps, surprised at its size. Taeyeon hesitantly reaches for your cock; she strokes it slowly at first before gaining confidence and speed.

As you groan from her touch, she tells you to lay back. "How are you so good at this, Taeyeon?" You moan.

"You shouldn't kiss and tell, young master." She replies as she continues to stroke your cock. Taeyeon leans over you and lets saliva fall from her mouth onto your cock. The added lubrication allows her hand glides up and down. As your moans grow louder, you see Taeyeon pull at her collar and lick her lips. You pull her closer and, kissing her neck, unbutton her top. Taeyeon gasps, getting excited, and her strokes get quicker. Only occasionally stopping to use her thumb to play with the tip of your cock. Once enough buttons have been undone, you slip your hand under her bra and play with her modest tits. In response, Taeyeon captures your lips before whispering in your ear, "Cum for me, young master. Dirty my hands with your semen." At that moment, you buck your hips, and semen spurts out, coating her hand. As you recover from your orgasm, you watch as Taeyeon licks her hands clean. Sticking her fingers in her mouth, Taeyeon's tongue swirls around each finger; slight moans escape her as she finishes. Seeing that you're still rock hard, Taeyeon smiles, "looks like I still have a little more work to do, young master."

She removes her maid outfit, "it's been so long since I've ridden such a bull." Taeyeon pushes you onto your back and climbs over you. She aligns your cock with her entrance before letting it slide inside. There's no hesitation from her as her pussy swallows your cock. You both moan, feeling nothing but pleasure from the other. Taeyeon slowly rises before dropping herself on your cock. Her breasts bounce slightly as your cock impales her. "Oh, young master. I never knew just how big you were." She moans while continuing to ride you. A slight bulge in her stomach appears and disappears as Taeyeon falls and rises. You hold onto her waist, helping her along.

"You're so tight, Taeyeon." You groan as she bounces. You're quickly driven to your orgasm as you focus on Taeyeon's pussy squeezing you as she tenses her muscles. Taeyeon's upper half falls onto you, bucking upwards as you begin to thrust into her. Your moans fill the room as Taeyeon's pussy coils around you. You feel your cock begin to throb, and your balls tighten as you get ready to cum.

"Fill me with your cum, young master. Do it." Taeyeon whispers before kissing your neck. Unable to hold on, you press Taeyeon against your body, making sure she gets every last bit of cum as you begin to orgasm. Your orgasm triggers hers, Taeyeon gasps, her back arcs upwards as she holds onto your shoulders. "That’s it, young master! Fill me up with your cum!" Taeyeon's walls tense and loosen as she orgasms, milking you of your semen. Taeyeon collapses on your chest after her orgasm. "That…that was such a big load. I feel so full. Full of nice warm cum." Taeyeon smiles as she rests her head on your chest. You both catch your breath, and your cock softens before slipping out of Taeyeon. "Looks like I've satisfied your needs, young master." Taeyeon kisses your cheek.

"If you're ever in need of relief, I'm more than happy to help you. Oh, and young master, please find someone appropriate to date." As Taeyeon recovers, she slips on her panties and the rest of her clothing. "You should just sleep, young master. It's quite late. So you can shower in the morning." She leaves the room after her final words. You lay in bed thinking about the sudden change in life. The new hires, sex with Hwasa, Nayeon's return, and then sex with Taeyeon, it was all a sudden change. Add that your father wants you to marry as a reason for the new hires, and it's a lot to take in. You just hope things don't become too much of a mess.

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crazyk-imagine · 9 months

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Hey! I just read your Jamie Tartt fic where the reader is pregnant and I freaking loved it! It kind of got me thinking about Jamie bringing his little girl, cause he’s totally gonna be a girl dad, to the pitch for practice. She’s like 4 or 5, really young and wearing a Tartt jersey and has the entire team wrapped around her finger, especially Roy.. bonus if her favorite player is someone else on the team, any of them, and Roy and Jamie get jealous… if you could write it great! If not no worries! Thanks for the consideration! 🥰🥰

Abdicated Family Issues

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x Pregnant!Reader

Characters: Jamie Tartt, Pregnant!reader, Tartt Toddler, Baby Tartt, Roy Kent, Dani Rojas, Jan Maas (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: Fluff, Jamie being a dramatic bitch, Jealous Roy and Jamie, Toddler Tartt bouncing off the walls because of her fun day at dad's work, Roy didn't ask for this, he didn't plan on being involved, Jamie being a sad little baby thinking his baby girl doesn't like him (anymore), Jamie and Roy need comforting, reader becomes their therapist for a second, Dani being a sweetheart (ofc)

Word Count: 1,432

A/N: Ahhh, love, love, love it!! I thought who better to make Jamie just a little jelly than Dani aka the other ace on the team. Roy being involved and jelly is a plus.

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You smile when you get a text from your boyfriend.

Baby 💕

"Leaving now. Will be home soon" 2:19pm Sent Read

Darling 💓

"See you two soon 💕" 2:27pm Sent Read

As soon as you get comfortable your boyfriend lays beside you. “How am I supposed to feel?” Jamie whines to you, crawling onto your lap.

“Can you back-up to the beginning of your story? I have no idea what’s happened, and you pretended like I came onto the field with you," you tell him, rubbing your slowly growing belly.

He smiles and adjusts himself so he lays by your side, head resting on your shoulder so he can also rub your belly.

"Tell me why you look like my sad Jaim."

"She-"

"Dani is so cool!"

You glance away from your excited and jumpy daughter to your even more depressed boyfriend.

"Why don't you tell your mum what you told me?" Ron's voice echoes throughout the hallway as he closes the front door.

"Dani did this really cool move and- and-"

You try and shush, "babes. Babes." You sigh when you don't get her attention. "Honey, take a breath and breathe. I want to hear about your exciting day, but you can only do it if you talk a little slower."

She stares at you.

Roy grabs a seat on one of the chairs you keep out for company (because the team comes over more often than you'd like, right now being pregnant; they take a lot of you). "Why don't you tell her more about the fun you had today?"

"Jan's really tall and gave me piggyback rides while dad was practicing, even though he should have been too."

"You made it fun, Baby Tartt."

You furrow your brows, unsure of who said that.

Roy shrugs and mouths, "phone."

Jamie slumps further into your side.

You open your arms, wanting to pull your baby girl in for a hug and make a poor attempt at trying to get the phone before your chatty girl drops it.

Meaning you two would need to buy another phone (your goal is to make it last six more months).

The screen shifts to the ceiling before Dani's face pops up. "Hi. How are you? Do you need some of my family's special pregnancy soup?"

You smile and shake your head. "No, thank you, Danny. I appreciate the offer though."

"Of course, of course."

"So, how was today's practice? I hope it was alright."

"Oh, it was great. Baby Tartt shows promise to follow in her father's footsteps."

"Oh, does she?"

He nods, "yes, yes. I showed her a few moves and-"

"More like took her attention from me," Jamie grumbles.

Roy scoffs.

You shake your head, wanting to listen to what Dani's saying without commentary from the peanut gallery.

It only lasts two minutes longer until you can't take it anymore.

"Dani- dani- I'm sorry, I'm feeling a little nauseous and I don't want to keep you any longer. I know you have other things to do. I'm sure we'll talk more soon."

"Alright, I’ll leave you to rest. I know how much a woman in your condition needs her rest, especially with Jamie’s baby.”

Your boyfriend beside you grumbles, “what does that mean?”

“You are a good football player, meaning you have strong kicks.”

He doesn’t respond but you do know that Dani’s comment uplifted his mood just a little bit.

“I hope you have a good rest of your evening and get plenty of rest,” the excited player waves to you.

Your daughter leans in, waving. “Bye, Dani! I’ll come by so we can practice more.”

“That is good to hear. I can’t wait until your next visit.”

You end the call and look up. “Sweetie?”

Jamie and your daughter look at you; you pat your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Not you, J.” You glance back at your adorable baby girl. “Can you go get me my special blanket? I’m feeling a little cold.”

She nods, “okay.”

“I can help-”

You shake your head, “nope. Neither of you are leaving this room until you confess.”

“Confess? Confess what?” Jamie asks.

“You know what. You two have never looked more upset and depressed at the same time. I want to know why so I can help you.”

Roy clenches his jaw.

“You don’t have to say much, Roy. But you, my dear Jaim, have to give me something so I can figure out whether or not a hug will suffice for right now.”

He groans and removes himself from you, throwing himself onto the other side of the couch. “She likes him more.”

Your head snaps over at the gruff man. “What?”

He sighs, “your future athlete, liked Dani more than she liked her dad on the field today.”

“And you,” Jamie points at him. “Don’t throw me under the bus and expect me to just sit here and let you-”

You grab Jamie’s hand, intertwining your fingers, “stop it. There’s no need to fight.”

The older man crosses his arms. “But it’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair? I need you to explain to me because I have no idea what it is or how to help you.”

“She wanted to practice more with Dani than she did me. I mean, how does that make sense? How is that fair? I’m her fuckin’ dad, you know.”

A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips. “Jaim, you shouldn’t feel that way.” You brush away the hair that falls in front of his eyes.

“How else am I supposed to feel? Made me feel like- I don’t know.”

“You do know but I won’t push you because I know it’s the fact that Roy’s here. But please don’t worry about that-”

“Well, how else am I supposed to feel?”

You sigh. “Jamie, she’s wearing your number and has your name on the back of her jersey. She may want to hang out with him a few times but you’re her dad. You’re her number one player.”

Roy clearing his throat makes you roll your eyes, “and you as well, you big baby.”

The gruff man smirks in return, not wanting you to know how that makes him feel (special).

You return your attention to your boyfriend. “You are the reason she loves the sport, without you, who knows what she’d be obsessed with other than her toys, you know. I mean, you helped her find her future.”

He finally looks at you for the first time since he got home. “I did?”

You nod, smiling at him. “Of course, you fucking did because you are Jamie Tartt. Best girl dad ever, Jamie Tartt.”

He cups your cheek before leaning in to kiss you.

You pull back with a gasp as a wide smile dances across your lips.

“What is it?”

“Someone’s also trying to show you that they’re your number one fan with their strong kicks.” You grab his hand and hold it over the spot.

The exciting moment between you two is broken when a certain ex-player’s hand hovers over your belly.

“Come here, you quiet old man.”

“Oi.”

You raise a brow at him.

“I’m not that old.”

“I found it.”

You all turn to find your daughter trapped underneath the blanket.

“Roy, go help her before she trips, please.”

Your boyfriend takes this opportunity to whisper sweet promises to the baby.

Once your daughter is free and can see properly, she watches the two of you. “What are you two doing?”

“Your sibling is kicking,” he tells her.

Her eyes widen and she rushes towards you, wanting to feel the kicks as well.

Jamie grabs her hand so the two of them can feel the baby kicking together.

You glance over at Roy, who’s set the blanket off the side; he waves at you before leaving.

“Are you two having fun?”

They nod, not wanting to break their concentration.

You groan, throwing your head back.

“What? What is it?” Jamie asks, worried something’s wrong.

“You two keep pushing the baby onto my bladder and guess what?”

“I’ll help you up.” He gets you up with no problems. He leans closer to your ear, whispering, “all you need to do is ask, darling.”

You narrow your eyes to him. “Really? You really want to get cheeky with me, Tartt.”

He only smiles and walks with you to the bathroom.

“Go spend time with your daughter before she’s old enough to go out on dates.”

“Don’t do that to me.” And he’s back in the living room.

You chuckle, finding it too easy to rile him up.

#ted lasso #ted lasso imagine #ted lasso imagines #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #jamie tartt #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt imagines #crazyk-imagine

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arioloyal · 4 months

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Sepandarmazgan

Part 4

(King baldwin iv x reader)

Warning: none

A/n : This part of the story is narrated by a knight named Kristous. I have decided to give this story a philosophical and romantic aspect so that can't just be a boring lovestory . Merry Christmas to all my Christian friends. I hope your dreams and wishes come true this year♡

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Kristous pov:

Our jaws were still dropped from our mouths and our face were pale. We were all waiting for lord lusignan today when we suddenly saw lady y/n just enter the door. What were we left to do? We had heard enough terrible things about her, especially from Reynald de Chatillon, when we saw her appear before us like that, we unconsciously felt a little fear. But her behavior seemed very kind and friendly. After welcoming us one by one, she said that she came here to have a little talk with lord Guy de Lusignan.

I was afraid that something would happen. I said, "lord...lord Lusignan doesn't usually welcome uninvited guests, especially guests who find their way into his secret meetings. It's better to go now and talk to him personally later."

Lady y/n said, “God bless all of you knights of the Holy Land. Thank you for the warning, but sometimes it takes an incident to solve some problems.”

What?! She had read my mind? Honestly, I had heard before that y/n could read people's minds.

"Don't worry," she continued, " this conversation won't last long."

jerard was sitting next to me. He bent down and whispered in my ear: "Look at this rude woman! She has come to the secret hall! She's really the devil of Jerusalem."

I shook my head, but to be honest, I didn't saw anything like the devil in her. The image she made of herself in my mind was that of a pious, faithful, frank and bold woman. I kept my thoughts to myself.

A few minutes later, Guy entered the door. He seemed to be deep in thought, his eyebrows were close to each other. He hadn't taken a single step. he froze there and looked at the uninvited guest.

"What is this infidel woman doing here? Why did you let her disturb our secret meeting?"

We knights looked at each other but before we could answer, y/n interrupted him and said that she had been walking around the palace when she happened to come across here and wanted to see a man who hate her the most in the entire of Jerusalem.

Some of the knights coughed nervously and embarrassedly. I looked at jerard, he was also nervous and worried. There was such anxiety in the air that you could even touch it with your hand.

Lord Lusignan said, "I don't care why you came here. I have more important things to do than talk to you. You have no right to be here at all. Hurry up and get out."

Lady y/n said, "I see you don't want to talk in front of me. But behind my back you gossip like a nightingale, no one can stop you. You have a habit of gossiping behind me and the king and making dirty accusations. Now Since we have occupied your mind so much, you probably have some questions. go ahead! I'm listening!"

:"I have nothing to do with you. Whatever I need to know, I know. all these knights as well."

At that moment, lady y/n turned to us and raised her voice, "If someone says, 'I know everything I need to know,' they should not be known as your lord, but as a fool." . Only the ignorant think they know everything."

Guy's face was red with anger. Until today, no one had been seen with such boldness in the palace.

:"In that case, come and ask these knights: Which one is more important for Jerusalem? The holy soldiers and defenders of Jerusalem or a wandering madman who does nothing but pry and ask questions and whose mind is always distracted?"

All the people present there took the guy's side, but I felt that most of them are not honest and just want to gain his trust.

Lady y/n asked, :"You sit everywhere and with everyone and talk behind my back. You say I was sent by the devil. Okay, now that's the case, please tell me what a devil is?”

Lord Lusignan, who now had a good opportunity to express himself, said: "devil is the worst enemy to man and humanity, and always walks among us in disguise. Sometimes in the form of a poor and seemingly innocent human, and sometimes in the form of a beautiful woman. comes to encourage us to get out of the right path. The devil appears in different forms that we don't expect it at all. For example, may appear in the form of a traveling and ordinary girl. But the faithful soldiers of Christ, won't listen to such a evil. "They never allow you to enter their privacy." Then he examined her from head to toe.

Lady y/n smiled as if she was expecting this insult and said,: "I know what you mean. But it was so easy! It's good for us to always look for the devil in others, isn't it?"

"What do you mean?" he asked hesitantly.

:"Well, if the devil is as cunning and powerful as you say and is always waiting for an opportunity to be by our side, what is the need for us, the humans, to blame ourselves for the mistakes that we have done with our own wish? we usually say that all sins is because of the devil and all good is from the god, so what exactly we're doing here as a human? In this way, there is no reason to ask ourselves questions and make up for our mistakes. We blame everything either on Satan or on God. Let's go. See ? how easy it is?"

:"You either have a lot of courage and intelligence or you're very stupid to talk about such things to such people." Guy said to y/n

But she continued talking as if she didn't hear his voice and started walking in the hall between us.

: "a human is such a complex being that he can prepare both heaven and hell for himself. is the highest creation of God. However, can become higher than high or lower than low. If we understood the meaning of this deeply, Then we wouldn't look for the devil outside, but inside our own soul. The only thing we need is to check ourselves, not to look for mistakes in others."

jerard said from the corner with a mocking tone: "You, fire worshiper, you better check yourself first. I hope one day you will answer for the lies you're saying."

:"So let me tell you a story," she said.

... Four merchants were praying in an empty church. At the same time, the head of the merchants joins them. The first merchant abandons his prayer and immediately asks: "Then what will happen to these loads of silk that we were supposed to take with us?"

The second merchant abandons his prayer and says to his friend: You fool! Don't you know that you should not talk to anyone during prayer? Now all your prayers will be null and void."

The third merchant also made such statements.

The fourth merchant couldn't bear it anymore. he whispered: Look at these fools! All three of them gave up their prayers. thanks to the god, i didn't allow myself to be deceived and stop my worship with idle words like them."

After finishing this story, y/n turned to the knights and asked, "Well, what do you think? Which one of these four merchants do you think had their prayers accepted by the god?"

There was a wave in the hall, some of the templars thought, some started to discuss the answer. Finally, one of them shouted from the bottom of the hall: "The prayers of the second, third and fourth merchants are not accepted. Only the first merchant is innocent because he only asked to consult his boss."

Another one said: "Yes, but he shouldn't have left his prayer half-done. In my opinion, except for the fourth one, the rest of the merchants were wrong. The fourth merchant was only talking to himself."

I looked away from them. I wasn't sure that any of these two answers were correct. But I preferred not to say anything. If I say my opinion, probably no one would like it. Suddenly, y/n stood up, pointed at me and asked.

Well, what do you think?!"

I said: "If these merchants have a fault, it is that they stopped worship and spoke. Their main mistake was that instead of focusing on God and the truth of the prayer they recited, they started criticizing each other." Their thoughts are somewhere else and all their senses are distracted. Now if we judge them, we will also commit the same sin."

One of those bigoted knights interrupted me: "What do you want to say?"

I answered: "I say that all four merchants are wrong for the same reason. But on the other hand, it's not right to judge them because I don't know which one of them was accepted by the Lord. As a person, I only do my work and deal with my own mistakes. I have nothing to do with others but protect them."

Lady y/n gave me such an admiring look that I felt like I was being praised by the whole world. she asked my name. "Kristous, my lady," I said.

At that time y/n turned to the rest of the templars and knights and said:" your friend is a true knight, maybe he is not aware of this fact yet. But his soul is very similar to the pious men. I think that Now you understand the difference between a fanatic and a true knight. You must be very careful about your thoughts. Because the disease caused by thoughts is much worse than physical disease, and bigotry is a disease worse than leprosy. will take all your soul and faith away . Be more careful in choosing your friends."

lord Guy, who couldn't take it anymore, angrily left the hall and slammed the door behind him. if she wasn't the king's special guest, im sure she would be behaded right there.

A few people laughed a little after he left, but y/n said with obvious sadness in her voice, :"I've met hundreds of knights and members of this palace so far, some of them were very honest and sincere people like the king. But some, even a little bit They did not understood the real Christianity properly and only used it for their own benefit. It is true that I am not a Christian, but this much I understood that it is possible to live with someone despite all the differences without causing harm. The true love of God is never combined with ambition for power . And I wouldn't never exchange it to wealth."

she raised her head and returned to her previous determination: "That's enough for today. What you witnessed today is the separation of mind and heart. This duality exists in all religions. Make your choices!"

she was silent for a while, as if she was waiting for us to understand her words.

:"In any case, neither your lord Lusignan knows more than he should know, nor do I. Maybe he is blind, and I am also blind. The important thing is that the blindness of a person doesn't harm the sun. The discussion of people with different religions is also has no effect on God. Now you understand why your king always prefers peace."

she put her hand on her chest and said goodbye to all of us and left us all alone in that hall with thousands of questions.

I raised my head for a moment and was horrified by what I saw. I saw the king who witnessed all the events from behind the columns of the upper floor. I wanted to inform everyone but he gave me a sign that I should remain silent. Today was supposed to be a day full of mystery. didn't end well...

To be continued...

#koh #kingdom of heaven #king baldwin iv #kingdom of heaven 2005 #the leper king #imagine #baldwin iv x reader #baldwin iv #fandom #quotes #story #baldwin iv of jerusalem #kingdom of heaven fanfiction #fanfic #pov #crusader

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russellsppttemplates · 1 year

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If you let me show you (Charles Leclerc)

Years later, your's and Charles' hearts are still longing for eachother and, perhaps, it was meant to be all along

Note: english is not my first language.

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated, and while I'm not actively taking requests, I am writing some blurbs when I can so if you have any ideas or concepts that can be written in a small amount of sentences and you want to share, feel free to do so!

Tw: past breakup

"As usual, thank you for listening to the podcast", you began closing off the recording for you newest episode of your podcast, taking your headphones off once you were done and your editor gave you her thumbs up, "That was really good, Y/N. I think people will enjoy it a lot", she said as you smiled, proud of how far you got. The idea of creating your own podcast while you finished your degree was just something to keep your mind off of school, despite it being about what you studied since it was something you enjoyed, but it had quickly grown to join other people who, like you, enjoyed the topic. You had gathered a small community that you were very grateful for, especially when it allowed to go to bigger events like TedTalks and sit and talk, as well as meeting them.

Checking your phone for your e-mails, you noticed a new one from someone you had never received anything from before, "what is this...?", you muttered under your breath before letting your finger tap the screen to open it, revealing what looked like an invite to an event, looking at the top to see that you had been sent it a few days ago and, scrolling down, finding out that you had to confirm your attendance until that afternoon, "did you get this?", you showed it to your editor, "nope, but I've heard of other people who come here to record that they've been invited too", she smiled. "Are you plann-", she was interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing, an unknown number calling, "yes?", you said, "Hi, this is from Fondation Prince Albert II de Monaco. How have you been, Y/N?", a seemingly kind man on the other side of the line, "Hello, I've been good, and you?", you said as you looked at your editor, "sorry to bother you during the day, but we've had some issues with our communication channels and are not receiving the confirmation from the people who are attending, and we just wanted to confirm wether or not you are joining us for the evening", he said as you panicked opened the e-mail again, checking for more details about this event, "Oh, you're also allowed a plus one, I don't think your e-mail said that due to the glitch we had", he offered as you looked at your editor one last time, her showing you a dinner she had with family on that night, "yes, I can confirm my presence. Just me, no plus one", you said as you heard him type, "Good, thank you! Since our communication channels are not working properly, is it okay if, in case of any new information, I contact you through here?", he asked before you confirmed, bidding eachother a good day and goodbye before ending the call, "this is a very surreal thing", you heard your editor said, now propped by your laptop as she look at the e-mail, telling you all about why they had decided to invite you, your contribution to spreading scientific knowledge in a simple way and accessible to everyone bring the number one reason, "who knew, hm? My weird little podcast about academia getting me t-, oh, wait, this is a red carpet?", you looked further, noticing their dress code advice section, "what did you expect from the Fondation? Some burgers and fries?", she teased you, "I thought it was, like, an intimate thing, small thing. If I'm going to this, who else is?", you mused while your editor only snickered.

After having your friend help you pick a dress worthy of the event, you dropped it at the dry cleaners, which is where you found yourself in the morning of the event, ready to pick it up while the lovely lady went to get it outback when a younger employee asked "I'm sorry, but you are Y/N, from the podcast, right?", she asked as you nodded, "I've heard your voice through these so many times I recognised it almost immediately", she said as she pointed to her earbuds, "I'm very happy that you listen to it", you said as you noticed your dress, clean and ironed being set on the counter, "may I ask what this is for?", she said curiously before who you figured was her grandmother set the bill for you too, "dear, that's not nice for the costumers, sorry about my granddaughter", she half scolded her, "no, don't worry. I'm going to an event tonight because of the podcast", you explained as you paid, smiling before leaving the store and bidding goodbye.

Arriving at home, you tried your best to remember and replicate how Pascale taught you to do your hair, the curls coming out looking like you were from a different era, silently praying they would drop while you fid your makeup. You put one the dress and added your accessories before shaking your curls, moving to put on your shoes and coat just in time for the car they had sent to pick you up and go to the event, "is this your first time?", the driver asked, "yes. Do you notice it that much?", you giggled, "not at all. Just I know I would have recognised you otherwise", he explained, "do you know anyone who is going to be there? It is a big help, so I've heard over the years", he offered, "I don't think so", you mused, "I'm not sure who's invited to be honest", you giggled again, nervous that you should have done your research, "usually actresses and actors, singers too usually, people from non profits, other members of TV shows. Oh, and how could I forget, some drivers usually go too", and it hit you. How did it not hit you before? Charles could be there too, and you not seen him in person in the longest time. Last time you saw him was a few months after you broke up, and it pained you to be in the same room as him, and while you did nothing but be polite to eachother, you couldn't deal with that, somehow always managing to avoid any gathering where he would be. Did you watch his races? Yes, every weekend one had been on you'd take your time no watch it, never breaking your promise and supporting him whenever you could, however you could. Knowing how it would bother you stayed out of anything related to his personal life, only knowing little bits you picked up from interviews and, since he was pretty private, there hadn't been anything related to his relationships, so were you about to know something more? Was he bringing a plus one with him? "Don't need to get nervous, dear, from all my years of this, people are usually very friendly and before you know it, you're already friends", he smiled sweetly, oblivious to the actual relationship you were worried about.

A woman dressed in black guided you on what to to once you arrived, telling you when to stop and pose for some pictures, despite your insistence that 'I'm here for my voice, I don't think people will need to see my face really", giggling and comforting you until you felt comfortable enough, "See?! Stunning, chérie", she smiled before her phone beeped, prompting her to tell her colleague, "Charles is arriving just now, could you go to him, please?", before helping you to the other spot where you would do an interview with someone who also had a podcast that, despite being a bigger creator, treated you with the utmost kindness, "thank you so much for taking some time and giving us your story on getting to where you are today", he said as you shook his hand one last time, thanking him before walking back to the carpet, spotting Charles posing too. And then your heart started doing somersaults, almost like it never stopped doing then anyway.

Charles followed the woman in a black suit as she told him where to stand, smiling in almost all the directions someone called him from before he noticed you, sitting in a high chair with a pair of headphones on your head. Were you here? Your podcast was successful, he knew that much since he contributed, but he did not expect you to be here. How long had it been? Two, maybe three years? You had managed to go to his F2 celebration, just as friends, before, as he now recalled, never setting his eyes on you in another form other than pictures on Instagram or your voice from the podcast episodes.

He was about to head to you when a young fan, who happened to be attending with his parents, asked for his autograph and a picture, "whenever we are home, me and mama and papa watch all your races, you're one of Monaco's pride!", the boy who was no older than ten said excitedly, prompting Charles to open his blazer's button before crouching down to pose with him. Getting up and wishing everyone a good night and event, his eyes looked for you in your emerald green dress, now finding a gentleman in the chair you were sitting previously. Heading inside the venue, he greeted some people before he noticed you looking at something on your phone and confirming it on the indicating plaques, looking a but confused before you looked around and your eyes locked in his, "h- Hi, Charles, Hi!", you said as you greeted him, your movement so automatic that you didn't even think about hugging and pressing a kiss on each cheek of your ex-boyfriend, thankful that he seemed to want to do the same, "Hi, Y/N, how are you?", he said as he looked at you properly. And you looked even more beautiful, despite looking like the same girl he had fallen in love with all those years ago."Are you here alone, too?", you said and immediately wanted to take it back, feeling like you had nothing to do with it, "I'm on my own, yes. C'mon, let's go through here", he said as he guided you on the other way you were thinking of going, leading you to the big room where all the tables were and finding out that the table you'd be sitting in was next to his, "if you need anything, call for me, yes?", he said as he looked for reassurance, "you're going to do great, I just know it".

The evening was beautiful, getting the opportunity to listen to all the projects and ideas people were developing and over all having a good time, and while you enjoyed it, you needed to get some air, excusing yourself from the group and heading to one of the outside gardens, a glass in hand as you took in all that had happened for you to get here. You had never dreamt of this opportunity to come from something as simple as you sharing your thoughts outloud, finding people on the receiving end interested in what you had to say, and to be here was something you still couldn't make out, "may I?", you heard a familiar voice you could recognise anywhere, seeing Charles coming to sit next to you on the stone bench, "it's amazing how many inspiring people are here today, no?", he began, really not knowing how to approach you. You were here alone, so it wasn't like he was crossing a line, he hoped, remembering some conversations he heard in the last group gathering where one of your close friends admitted that you were single still, "and somehow I ended up here, too", you mused before looking at him, his eyes never failing to calm you down and rile your heart up at the same time, "of course you did. Your work is amazing, it's only fair they recognised it", he let slip, "how do you know that?", you quirked your brow as you took a sip from your glass, "I listen to it. Every Thursday I go and look for the new episode", he admitted, "I still don't understand half of the things you defend and explain, but you make it so engaging and, and I miss your voice. I miss you", he said as he looked up at the starry sky before he let his hand crawl along the light stone and nudge yours, your pinkies lacing eachother. You looked at him, a small blush on your cheeks, "thank you, I- I watch all your races too, even the ones that are broadcasted at daft o'clock in Europe", you said before sighing "you know why we did it that way it was", you said, remembering the day you and Charles decided it was for the best that you should go your separate ways.

"I love you so much", Charles said as he held your hands in his, "I love you so much and it is why I think we should do this", he reasoned, although the tears in his eyes, matching your own, reflected the genuine hurt you both knew was dawning on each of you, "I never want to be the one making you hurt, not in a short time or not in a long time", you sniffed, squeezing your eyes further to slow down the tears, "I love you with my whole heart and I'd never want you to hurt, either of us to hurt", you finished as you gave him one last hug, relishing in the feeling of having his arms around you, "you'll always have my heart, Y/N Y/L/N", he said kissing the top of your head, "and it will always be yours to keep".

"Was it really though?", he said, snuffling closer to you while still not touching you more than before even though his skin longed to feel yours, "I don't know, Charles, I really don't know", you said. You didn't like to admit it, but every now and again, you would entertain the thought of what could have been if you had stayed together. How your days could have been if you had him to come home to, or having to travel to races to see him, hear his laughs in person instead of through a screen. It would have been like you had predicted, crazy schedules, long periods away from eachother, but the effort to make it work would have been worth it to have him with you. As you were about to say that to him, you heard heels clicking on the floor, "sorry to interrupt, but the fireworks are going to go off now, I thought you might like to see them", one of the ladies that had helped you in the red carpet said as you both got up, "thanks for letting us know, we'll be up shortly", Charles offered before she walked away while you two followed her, "Would you be willing to come to my place tomorrow?", he asked as he finally laced his fingers in yours for a few seconds, parting when you reached the door, "okay", you said before you were ushered to different places in the crowd.

Arriving home later that evening, you were taking all your makeup off when your phone pinged, seeing a text from Charles, surprised that after all these years he, like you, had kept your number, "Even though we did not spend that much time together today, I know for a fact that I missed having you around and being near you. I hope you have a goodnight's rest", could be read on your screen.

"Thank you for coming here. I would've gone to your place but I didn't know if you wanted me there, and besides, I don't want all the attention that it could draw that way around to you", he said nervously, "No need to rub it in that you're more famous than me, Charles", you teased slightly, wanting to clear up the tension in the room that your nerves were not exactly helping, "I mean it. Thank you for agreeing to come and talk", he said before taking a big breath, "yesterday sparked something in me, and I'm not sure it was a spark again moment, I think this has always been here", he admitted, looking qt you in the hopes of getting you to speak about your take on it, "I-, I felt the same", you gulped, "but can we do this? I think so b-", you were interrupted by him, "all those years ago, we said we wanted to focus on our careers, grow and not have to worry about it. And, while I think it could've been good, there's no way to know that the success we have it due to that. Can you imagine having me next to you on your graduation? Signing your contracts? Because every weekend I imagine you sitting in that hospitality, working on your laptop before coming to watch me race and congratulate me, or be the only person in my driver's room to calm me down after a bad race", he admitted, "I know you don't owe me any of that and if this is one sided then I don't want to make you feel guilty about it, but I needed to let you know", he finished as he looked at you. Sighing, you launched your hand to meet his, "I miss you, and I want to have you with me, to get home and see you there, even if it is only every now and then. But I don't want you to feel guilty that you're not here, or that I feel like I'm not enough", you said and he giggled, "Mon ange, you are more than enough. And I'll be the luckiest man alive if you let me have you in my life again. We'll take things slowly, but please, let us go back to how we were", he pleaded as he saw you smile, "mon coeur, we are going to be better than ever".

#charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc fluff #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader

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gargoyleandgremlinpress · 8 months

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Happy Fanfic Writers' Appreciation Day 2023! Or as we've been calling it, FFWAD.

I participated again this year in @renegadepublishing's FFWAD challenge, to make and send a book to an author as a gesture of love and appreciation.

Last year, it was the very first bound fic I'd shared publicly. This year, I combined FFWAD with Renegade's Tiny Book Bang event, and sent tiny books to an author! How tin, you ask? A few more pics for scale are coming.

For the Tiny Book Bang, I typeset three fic, and signed up to bind one typeset for someone else. Hilariously, the book I bound for the typesetter AND one of my own typesets were both MDZS fic by the same author, so Nirejseki got a copy of Tigers, a collection of short about "what if what the Nies meant by qi deviation was... turning into a tiger?" typeset by the fantastic @kulapti, and I also snuck in a tiny copy of Good Neighbors, a fic about the Nie clan's relationship with the Fae.

Onwards to pictures!

I really loved the chance to riff hard on the tiger theme. Three copies, one for me, one for the typesetter, one for the author. The covers are Duo book cloth in Eruption, some Japanese paper of indeterminate origin (I keep saying that because I have a scrap pack I bought years before I started binding and don't remember what any of it is), and marbled paper from @aetherseer, who is exceedingly generous with her hand-marbled scraps.

The inside is gorgeous too! This is @kulapti's work, and I love the title page SO very much.

You can see where I'm holding it open here that it's pretty small. But not as tiny as...

This one is JUST LITTLE. Book cloth scraps and chiyogami paper for the cover, and stencilling the spine involved a lot more swearing than usual. I did the cover lettering on both books with a Cricut stencil and paint. Still can't believe the tiny letters turned out on Good Neighbors! Some progress pics to show the scale...

Happy Fanfic Writers' Appreciation Day, Nirejseki! Keep doing what you do!

#ffwad #fanfic writers appreciation day #renegade loves fic #ffwad 2023 #fanbinding #mdzs fic #tigers #good neighbors #nirejseki #just a really elaborate fic rec

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slowlydifferentbluebird · 1 year

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Hi could you do a headcannon of yoona being your wife, thank you.

SNSD headcanon: Yoona as your wife

Lately I'm watching a lot of SNSD stuff, so this request was perfect for my intention.

Also, thank you to the anon who sent this request, I hope you appreciate it 😄

SNSD Yoona X GN!Reader

SFW Content

Before Marriage

So, it's not for everyone to being in a relationship with the national visual

But you're the lucky one who stealed her heart

Even if you are still wondering how, when and why lol

It just happened to meet her in a park in a cloudy day

At first you didn't even recognize her, she only seemed really pretty to you

When you finally did, your conversation were already going on from half an hour

But honestly it didn't seem to bother her, on the contrary she insisted to see you again

Maybe to an official date?

And that's how you two started dating

She's such a sweetheart

I mean, she's always teasing the heel out of you, but she does it because she loves you

You're always so caring about her life and schedule

And she was tired of your bitter smile being her fault, always cancelling your dates at the last moment, if not later

And she didn't want to lose you, she knew well that anyone else would have dreamed of you as them partner

So she took the big step: she proposed to you to marry her

And you accepted, not even needing of thinking about it

(Not the other SNSD girls embarring her during the party with rare Gee era footage☠️)

Conjugal Life

As I was saying before, such a sweetheart

Now that you are married, even more sweet

Not losing a chance to annoy you with her aegyo

In reaction you groan and roll your eyes, but secretly you love it

She's such a needy baby when she come backs home late from the shooting of her drama

Some people are like "Oh, there is no need to wait me awake, don't worry", but not her lol

She wants you to expect her behind the door with your arms open, ready to hug her tightly

Because she's such a big fan of cuddles

But you better not tell it to her members

Or she's gonna pout for an entire week

Once she blindfolded you and asked you to guess her hands between all the members of her group

And guess what? You succeded at the first try, making all the girls swoon over you

Not her being ready to throw hands on them due to the jealousy lol

But after that she spoiled you for like a week

Her favourite moments are the chilly afternoon when you just lay together on the sofa, reading or watching the TV together

Also, she loves you being her biggest fan

Not losing even a second of every drama in which she acts

She would not change you for everything and everyone in the world

NSFW Content

When I told you that after work, she's a needy baby, I mean it

Before the cuddles, she needs a good fuck from you

She's the definotion of the pillow princess

Treat her well, calling her with the sweetest pet names

She will cum like a fountain

She lets you do her whatever you want

Because she knows how good you are in bed

So if sometimes you are a bit more rough, it's not a problem

But sometimes, when she's not tired, she has another side of her

And with that i mean: MOMMY

You always good with her, so she has the urge to pamper you

She really loves when you play with her nipples

It makes her so wet

And the things she does with her hands down there while her tongue is in your mouth...

Honestly you always feel a new person after that experience

#kpop #kpop girls #kpop headcanons #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #kpop x gender neutral reader #kpop x reader #kpop x y/n #kpop smut #snsd imagines #snsd reactions #snsd scenarios #snsd yoona #snsd x reader #snsd headcanons #snsd smut #im yoona

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months

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AITA for not chasing after my birthday cards?

My (28f) grandma (70s, F) loves sending birthday cards. She likes to send you five or so over the course of the week leading up to your birthday. She likes the expensive, beautiful pop-ones like you get from Barnes & Noble. I'll note that she doesn't really care about your taste and will flatly tell you so; she sees cards she likes throughout the year and buys them to save them for whoever's birthday comes next. It's a kind gesture, but it's also partly because she just likes the cards.

We joke in my family that my grandma wasn't born; she was carved from iron and diamonds. She comes off very cold and austere, but she's not usually intentionally unkind. Usually. Just... extremely direct.

I move around a lot. Every time I move, I have to make a big deal about changing my address to my grandma so she can send my birthday cards that year. If I don't make a big deal of it, she forgets to change it in her pen-and-paper address book and will send my cards to the wrong address. I also live a thousand miles away from her.

A few years ago, I lived on a property with a bunch of super shitty people. That blew up really badly and I left, sending my new address as usual to my grandma. She still accidentally sent my cards to the shitty property, and when she realized her mistake she yelled at me to go ask them for my cards. When I say things blew up really badly, I mean they BLEW UP. Like, lawyers got involved. I'm not going up there for my birthday cards, grandma. I don't care if there was money in them. She was furious with me and said I was being a coward.

This didn't happen last year, to her credit! I got all my cards and she was very pleased.

This year she shipped all the cards together in a big envelope through UPS, and apparently there was money in them, plus a guarantee that if the package didn't arrive before my birthday, shipping was free. She's been badgering me for days before my birthday. "Did you get them? Did you get them? Well, let me know when you get them."

My birthday comes and goes. Nothing. UPS is claiming that the package got delivered and signed for, so she can't have her money back. She tried to get me to go battle customer service for her, but I claimed to be busy with work, which wasn't wholly untrue. Finally she goes online herself and checks, and it turns out she got the address right, but fucked up the numbers. Supposing I live at 1234 NW My Street, she wrote 1324 instead.

Now she's saying I have to either find whatever address UPS delivered the envelope to and ask them for my cards OR I have to fight UPS myself and??? I dunno, demand that they go back to the asshole who saw my name on the package and signed for it and took it anyway and get my cards back somehow. She's saying that because there's money in the cards, it's of paramount importance that I scour the country for them. Honestly? If I was the one sending her things wrong all the time, she would have told me to just stop sending her things from now on because I'm too stupid to get it right, so I'm not inclined to bend over backwards righting this for her, especially since it's, like, the fourth time.

I know she's my grandma and she's trying to do something nice for me, but to be fair, she just likes buying pretty cards and is glad to coincidentally have grandchildren to send them to. I appreciate the money, but is $100 of Amazon gift cards really worth battling with UPS customer service??? AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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bobfloydsbabe · 6 months

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DEATH THREAT: REVISITED

On November 8th 2022, an anonymous person took issue with a post I made regarding the use of read more on long fics. All I asked in that post was that people used it, and if they didn’t know how, to google it or ask someone how. Simple. It should not have been offensive, and yet, someone took offense and started a tirade against me.

The post in question was this one:

(I know it says drafts, but I did post it here)

I put it in the Top Gun Maverick tags because that's where I spent my time. Usually I wouldn't, but I was fed up with having to scroll past 5k word fics, so I wrote this post. Could I have worded it differently or been nicer? Sure. The ask that followed was this one:

In the next one, they asked me to be kind. I made many of the same points as I did above, as seen here:

This response was clearly not the one they wanted, so they turned to name calling, vile accusations, and inappropriate sexual messages. I'm going to use the read more here to 1. hide the asks I got because they're upsetting and 2. shorten this post. No one wants to scroll forever to get past this.

Some of the asks I received included but were not limited to:

That last one is in reference to a message I answered, asking what evidence they had of me being into bestiality. I also do not have twitter.

This went on for hours, and while I was initially laughing, at some point it turned. I started feeling really upset and anxious about it. I remember shaking. Then came the death threat. It caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting it, and honestly, calling it a death threat might be a little extreme. Nonetheless, the threat of harm shocked me. I replied, trying to give off an air of nonchalance, when in reality, I was freaking out.

After that, I got a few more asks, upset I was calling it a death threat. I started calling it a threat of harm instead, because it felt extreme. After those asks, I turned off the option to send anonymous asks, which I had not done in all the years I’d been on Tumblr. I had to protect my mental health. I reported it to tumblr support and took a few days off the hellsite to give myself time to process.

Eventually, Tumblr got back to me, telling me they were “sorry I had a bad experience with anonymous asks” and told me to block the anons. I was furious. They dismissed not only me, but the threats I’d received. When I sent in my original ticket, I made it clear they could contact me if they needed more information. They never did. I’m still pissed about that. This was before you had to have an account to send anonymous asks, so they could still come back. I had to block five separate asks to get all of them to disappear.

Anonymous asks are currently open, but I'd be lying if I said I don't still get anxious when I see that grey icon in my inbox. I'm still scared they could come back and start up again. I'm finding it easier to turn off anon these days, and I've had to do it several times since then to protect myself further. I won't hesitate to do it again.

If you read this all the way to the end: Thank you for reading. I know this doesn't affect anyone but me, but I wanted to share this post, regardless. I want to thank the people who have been there for me through it all, and the ones who've listened to me talk about it. I appreciate you.

For now, I'm looking forward to celebrating 10 years in recovery from self-harm next week. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

#helena rants #anon idiocy #tw death threats #anon hate #personal #i don't know why i posted this #i'll probably delete it #but for now it's here

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nevaeh-daughterofvalcarol · 4 days

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*over letter sent on heavy paper with a wax seal because it’s a good excuse to show off fantasy-land skills*

Dear Mumma,

I went to go see Nonna Gigi for you, Zia Vera gave me a lift over. She’s super sweet, I see why you love her so much. We made pasta for dinner and then watched Snow White together. She adopted a cat last week named Meg, because she doesn’t have the heart to call her Peggy. It’s a dark brown tabby with a heart of gold, and didn’t even try to go after Inej and Jesper, and she let me hold her while she made us tea.

Jonny and Amma are doing well, though they miss you. Jonny has clung to me nonstop since I got home, and Zia Peggy had been over nearly every day to visit, and sometimes Athena comes to help me watch Jonny.

Our date went really well, by the way. We went out to this French cafe by Central Park and then for a walk where all the cherry blossoms were blooming, she braided them all through my hair. Some people stared and it made her nervous, though, so we left. I didn’t mind at all, though, and we went back to her room and put on pajamas and I helped re-dye her hair and then we snuggled, it felt so nice. I know you’re really protective of me, but you don’t need to worry about her, really. She feels safe in the way you and Amma and Zia Vera do — like nothing can hurt me when I’m with her. I glow around her almost every time we’re in the same room, it’s amazing. My eyes, too, and you know how rarely they glow. She gave me the rings you gave her and I just about cried — I can’t describe how much it meant and felt. I don’t know if we’ll ever get married, or even how long we’ll last. But I feel like we’re going to last a long time. And I can imagine a future. One that’s together.

My garden is thriving, and I’ve started making a window box for you and Amma’s room, with all the plants I know you like — let me know if you have any requests. Oh, and Amma spent all afternoon making pasta a bit ago. Mumma, she spent all day hand-making it because she wanted to. I don’t think she could’ve known this before hand, but she just happened to make the dish my Mamma made for us when we got sick or just in the winter when it was cold. It’s my comfort food, and it tasted just like it. Well, different. For one, Amma likes spices more than Mamma did, and I’m okay with that. It’s like a continuation of an old tradition. Anyways, I must go, Jonny wants to help me harvest the tomatoes I sped up for a good fresh sauce. I love you very very much and can’t wait to see you.

Much love, your daughter,

@iyla-difransisco

P.S. just reply by text, I love letters because I grew up with them but text is completely fine<3

Dear Iyla,

If you must know I do fancy hand written letters too which is why I decided to answer you with one. I sadly don't have any wax to cell the letter with me but if I did I would have used it.

I'm overjoyed to say the least. I'm very glad you got stop spend some times with Grandma Gigi. And I'm also very glad to hear that she got the cat! She has been hesitating between two cats lately, and by the description you gave me, she's chose the one I wanted! But please make sure she rests too. I'm very glad you had fun during your time together though.

I'm very glad to read that everyone is doing fine. But please if anything is going wrong tell me the truth okay? Not that I doubt you, I believe your words, but I just wanted to make sure. On my side everything is good. I don't really appreciate everyone at the school, I mostly don't like the straight boys that asked me on dates already multiples times but what can I do about that. Speaking of date, it does seems like I did worry for nothing. But I'll let you know that I had to make the line clear just so they know. And I'm very glad you liked the rings! Those were my parents and they really mean a lot to me. By the way, I'll show them your letter when I comeback saying that you see a future together, it's adorable.

Glad to hear that our house is still good. The garden is probably the most beautiful place in house so. And I've been wanting a window box for a while now! So thank my dear favorite daughter. Now this part got me quite surprised. But I'm really glad your Amma could make you comfort food, especially as it's pasta. You'll have to keep some for the moment I come back. And I'm also really glad to see that your unexpected leave of the house only made your bound with your brother stronger. Though it would be great not to do it again because I can't support the crying all night, please never leave him like that again. Anyways, I'm so sad I can't be with you all right now. I misses you guys so much, and I miss holding you or singing lullabies for Jonny or cuddling with your Amma in bed. My bed feels so lonely it's unbearable. I have to go see what is in the package Aunt Peggy sent me before starting class but remember; I love you mire than the multiverse itself.

With love, from your favorite mother, Me, Nevaeh (Romanoff)-Danvers ;)

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SMOOOOOCHESSSSS!!!! AHHHH IM KISSING YOUR CHEEKS MY DOVE I AM SCREAMING!!!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

PART 3 TO THE DOTTORE FIC WAS ABSOLUTELY LOVELY AND YOU RELEASED IT SO FAST I WASNT EXPECTING IT SO SOON!!! gosh the pacing of it was so well, and I absolutely adore how you write fragile!reader and Zandik. AND THE NUDITY SCENEEEE!! >w< it was so so soft I absolutely adored it words cannot describe how much I was smiling during it. AND THE LITTLE ZANDY SNEAK WITH HIM BEING ALLOWED TO SEE ALL THE PREPERATIONS COLUMBINA IS DOING FOR FRAGILE!READER AND THEIR OUTFIT <33 AHHHHH!!!! Also the book scene as well 😭 SOB!! poor reader getting exposed out of nowhere because Zandik was “curious”… AND THE WEDDING SMOOCHES OH MY GOSH!!! I wasn’t expecting to read them getting married in this fic but im overjoyed to see you write it!!! their ceremony being private and the clumsy dancing after they’ve been officially married made me giggle and kick my feet in the air!!! honestly the marriage reminded me of an old ask I sent MONTHS ago!! fragile!reader and dottore having a private ceremony and how Dottore would most likely keep his ring in his box, but fragile!reader enjoys wearing it everyday as it’s a sign that Zandik truly does love them for who they are, and they’re bonded for eternity. :((( I would absolutely LOVE to see what type of rings you had in mind for them and what kind of suit you portrayed Zandik wearing!! I love these two so much that im honestly scared for the fourth and final part. :( my heart is not ready for angst…I loved all the hurt and comfort in this fic it’s literally my favorite thing!! and to say I will reread this AT LEAST 5 times, (just like I have with the first and second part) is an understatement. I always appreciate seeing you also mention me in your notes it’s so cute mwa mwa!! <33 make sure to rest sweetheart alright? currently dying because of midterms but I know part 3 will get me through it. AND BEFORE I EVEN FORGET THE MENTION OF BATHING TOGETHER ADJNDJAIJSJDK!!!! still one of my favorite ideas EVER im so happy to see it being dropped for a second in the fic it made me blush <33

But I truly hope you have an absolutely wonderful day and week and happy December cutie!!! Christmas will be here soon and I honestly can’t wait to bake. always imagining m fragile!reader because of my condition >_< im very delusional for him I think of him every second, minute, hour, day, every week!!! not a day goes by where I don’t think of him AT LEAST ONCE! but ANYWAYS!!! I give you loads and loads of cuddles and chu chus <33 I love you so much I just wanna hug you so tightly and swell up your cheeks because of how many chus I gave you!!

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ౨ৎ

AHHHHH 🎐 ANON IM SCREAMING TOO!!! YOU'RE TOO NICE!! I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT!! please, my weekend literally consisted of two things, writing that fic, and finishing a project for college, i kept alternating between the two 😭 I WAS JUST SO EXCITED I HAD TO! AND OF COURSE!! Bb Zandy gets all the privileges (he gets the last cookie in the jar too, much to the other clones' dismay) 😌

AND YEAHHH the book idea just came to me one day. i just thought it'd be not only cute but funny, since i also love thinking about the playful banter you two have 🥺 HEHE I'M GLAD YOU LIKED THE WEDDING SCENE TOO!! I JUST HAD TO WRITE IT SINCE I FEEL IT NEEDS TO BE INCLUDED IN THEIR LIVES!! and yeah i was thinking about your asks too, because i like to go back and reread the asks on your tag 😭💗 Dottore keeps his ring in his box so when he's stressed he can just pop it open and admire it, thinking about you if you're not around, and put it away again now that he's had some time to slack off thinking about you. You though? Oh boy everyone has every detail of your ring memorized by how much you've gushed about it (poor random Fatui agents)

AND I'm not gonna lie i didn't really picture the rings or outfits inside my head. 😭 but i did look up some rings rn to see if i could find anything that's cute!! (i think. I'm not very good at fashion/aesthetics and this stuff 😭) but i think these first three for reader are pretty!! i feel like they're pretty elegant but not too much at the same time! Dottore's as i said would be much simpler, i can't find a good picture but i feel like the last one would be similar, thin with fewer jewels though. But ngl, i always love this interpretation of the ring Dottore would give you!! It's so pretty and to think he'd make the ring yourself is so!! AND I WOULD GIVE YOU OUTFITS BUT IM SORRY IM SO BAD AT THEM. Honestly though. I'd probably imagine him in like, the classic black and white suit. Maybe with some pieces of blue here and there. There's a fanart i'd show you too but the comments are EXTREMELY down bad so yeah,,

🎐 ANON DON'T WORRY 😭 THERE WILL BE ANGST BUT HOPEFULLY THE FIFTH PART WILL MAKE IT BETTER!! AND OMG OVER 5 TIMES??? I'M HONOREDDD 🥰🥰🥰💗💗💗 MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO OKAY?? i know midterms are the worse but you got this!! And omg have fun baking!! I wish i could taste your sweets, they must be delicious!! AND I LOVE YOU MORE!! mwah mwah!!

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #thank u 🎐 anon for this super sweet message. i can get through finals with a happy heart now 🥺#BUT IM SORRY IF THE RINGS R BAD OR IF U WOULDNT WEAR THEM... i really tried here JUST IMAGINE WHAT U LIKE!!#AND YES BATHING W HIM... soft !!! so soft!! the domesticity !!#funny thing is my mom is a good cook. baking on the other hand... LMFAO i've had to deal with hard burnt cookies or whatever in the past 😭

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GranEssex Chronicles: Chapter 19 - A Free Man's New Life

The next day Meta, Fettuccine, Mercury, and Rebecca arrived at the GranEssex. When asked why she was coming with, Rebecca replied that she wanted to see her old friend, even if she was nervous about it. Understanding this, the entire group allowed her to come along and of course, Erhard and Kurabe were waiting for them at the front of the ship when they arrived.

"Sensei, I'm back!" Meta waved towards his mentor as he ran up to her.

Kurabe smiled. "I see that. Welcome home."

The youth then turned to Erhard. "Well, Erhard. How does it feel to be a free man?"

"It feels good. Of course it's only been a day, I still have a lot of adjusting to do."

But that wasn't all that the puff was told. There was one other thing he was told on the way back to the ship by Kurabe.

"So, you're going to be the head doctor here then?"

"Yes, it was Kurabe's suggestion." The doctor then looked at Fettuccine and shook her hand. "Thank you."

"It's not just me you should thank, you should also thank Meta. Honestly, I probably would have been dead if it wasn't for him."

Erhard nodded in understanding after a moment of silence. "I see. I was already going to thank him, but I wanted to thank you first."

She giggled in reply. "Well, thank you for thanking me first then."

"What do you mean when you say that you would have been dead?" Kurabe asked, an aura of concern now emanating from her.

"I'll tell you about it later, sensei. But right now, there's someone that wants to meet you, Erhard." Meta said.

"Really? Who?"

It was then that he noticed Rebecca, who looked at him nervously. "Hello, Erhard..." She uttered in a voice that really did show how she felt about the situation.

The man's eyes widened. "...You're alive...you're actually alive. When I regained my memories, I was so sure you would have been gone, just like the doctor. It's truly good to see you again, my old friend."

The woman hugged him as she began to cry. "It's... so good to see you, too."

"If I could cry, I would be doing so..." Despite these words, his voice made it sound like he was and after a moment, he spoke once more. "I take it you helped them free me?"

His friend nodded. "Yeah, it was my testimony that helped you."

"Thank you."

"It's not a problem. I'm just happy that you're no longer locked up. I hope you can live a happy life now."

"I believe that won't be a problem." He smiled.

"I'm glad!"

"What will you do now, Rebecca?"

"Honestly... I'm not sure. I think I might go back to being a doctor. It's the most I can do to make up to those who died because of my brother and step uncle."

"Well, you can always work here if you'd like." Kurabe offered quickly.

"I appreciate the offer, but I think I'll do it at a later point."

"Well, the offer is always open. Can never have enough doctors."

"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind."

"Will you be staying for the day at least?" Erhard asked.

"At least long enough for you to comfortably move in." She then chuckled. "Which might be more than a day, knowing how you are."

"Very true."

"Besides, I want to catch up with you after all these years."

"As do I."

The two smiled at each other before walking into the ship leaving Meta, Kurabe, Mercury, and Fettuccine.

"Now Meta, what happened?" Kurabe immediately asked, slightly startling her student with how sudden it was.

"Fetty's life was in danger twice. The first was an assassination attempt that was easily thwarted. The second time, Fetty was stabbed with a poison dagger by Wade Forde. She would have died if I didn't use my lighting magic to slow the poison down while Rebecca worked on the antidote."

Both of them seemed to noticeably blush at the last sentence. Instantly, Kurabe picked him up in a hug.

"I'm proud of you, Meta. You did the best you could and saved two lives. Be proud of yourself."

"I... thank you, sensei..."

With a smile, she let go and turned to the interrogator. "Now with that settled, Fettuccine, Reedy sent me a message. He says you can stay here for one day, but you must return to him first thing in the morning tomorrow." The warrior said.

Fettuccine smiled. "I understand!"

"Good, because while you are still here you are still technically under my supervision. I have a mission for both you and Meta."

"What's that?" Both of them asked.

"The two of you, and you too, Mercury, will be showing Erhard around the ship. I'd do it myself, but I'm needed for a meeting with the General."

Her student tilted his head in questioning. "What does the general want?"

"Monthly check in about the budget, our division, etc. Boring stuff that is necessary to get through." She then smiled as she looked directly at Meta. "Don't worry, I'll have plenty of time to make you chicken parmesan for dinner later."

"Alright, I'll look forward to dinner then."

Kurabe only smiled.

"Well, should we get going then?" The youth asked his friend and the vice captain.

"You're free to join the tour if you wish, Rebecca." Mercury said.

"I think I'll be naturally joining you because I want to spend more time with my friend."

"Then let's get moving. We'll start with the most important place first." The vice captain said.

The two looked at each other before nodding and following the group.

"What is the most important place, Mercury?" Erhard asked.

"The cafeteria."

"...well, I guess that's a bit obvious for Star Warriors." Rebecca said.

"...It was Mercury that called it the most important place." Meta mumbled.

"I thought that it was Star Warriors who ate a lot..." Erhard nodded in agreement.

"We're soldiers. We also need food for energy, it has nothing to do with enjoying eating. If we're not training or sleeping, we're eating to refuel." Mercury explained.

"I guess that is true."

"There's no guessing. The three most important places are the cafeteria, the training room and the infirmary. But everyone needs food, even for crew members that don't fight."

"I think we get it now."

"Besides, Erhard, when was the last time you had a proper meal anyway?"

The man took a moment to think about it. "...over 100 years ago, I think."

"Then that's another reason to go there first."

"As long as it's better than the food in prison, that'll be enough for me."

Mercury chuckled. "Don't worry, the food here actually has flavor."

"I see..."

The rest of the group seemed to chuckle at that reply.

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In a few minutes they arrived, the cafeteria was as busy as ever.

"I've never seen so many people in one place, besides that tournament." Erhard said in surprise.

"Well, there's a lot of people in the combat division. It's one of the largest in the Organization. Not only that, but this place is also almost never empty. There's always a group of people here at all times."

The doctor seemed to look at Mercury in a questioning manner. "Is there any reason for that?"

"People returning at various times for food."

"What do your soldiers do then?" He then asked.

"The usual schedule for them is train, eat, sleep, train, eat, sleep. The only time this gets disrupted is when there's a mission, but even then, the first thing people usually do upon returning is either eat or sleep."

Rebecca gave a sad look at that reply. "...that sounds like a sad existence."

Mercury shrugged. "Not really. Everyone here is allowed to do whatever they want. Some people only train for a few hours, some not at all. A lot of people tend to spend a lot of time just relaxing. Kurabe lets everyone, with a few exceptions, make their own schedules."

"I assume Meta is one of those who trains a lot?" Erhard asked.

"I am. I have to be strong in order to protect everyone."

"Anyway, our soldiers' training regimen aside, it's time to eat."

The group nodded.

"So, what's being served today?" Meta asked.

"It's buffet day. Meaning just go and pick whatever looks tastiest." Mercury replied.

While Meta and Fettucine looked happy, Erhard seemed to look nervous.

"What wrong?"

"I'm not sure what I want..." He uttered shyly.

"Oh, is that all? Just pick something at random. Here, try this egg roll." Mercury said, handing him one.

"But there's still so much food..."

"And? Just eat man, this is your first meal as a free man. Pig out a little."

The doctor only continued to look nervous.

"Mercury, I think I understand what's wrong." Meta said. "He's not used to having so much choice."

Mercury smiled. "I know, but Erhard, that's why I said pick stuff at random. Don't think, just act. Enjoy yourself."

"But still... I'm not sure..."

The woman sighed. "Then I'll make a plate for you, but only this once. You need to relearn how to be independent."

He silently nodded. The female Limet stepped away for a moment and returned with a tray of food.

"Here, take this plate." She said, handing him a stack of food.

"Ah, thank you." He replied as he sat down at the table with the rest of the group. "What all is it?"

"I don't know, I picked at random. I know I grabbed some mac and cheese, that's always the first to run out of stock."

"I see..." He said as he took a bite.

"So, what do you think?"

"I'm not sure if this is just because I'm so used to prison food, but this is really good."

"I told you the food here was actually good."

"It is."

"Well then, keep eating, Erhard. You've earned a good, real meal."

"...It's been far too long. I honestly forgot what real food tasted like."

"And just think, you'll be able to eat food like this every day now."

"I think I like the sound of that." He replied with a smile, something he's been doing a lot more often. It made Meta himself smile as well. "Shouldn't you be eating a bit more, Meta?" The doctor then asked.

"...I'm saving room for dinner."

"Ah, I see."

Mercury giggled. "It's because Kurabe's going to spoil him."

"Ok." Was all Erhard could say, seeing as he had no clue about what kind of relationship Kurabe and Meta have.

The woman seemed to notice this and explained. "Let's just say Kurabe can sometimes be less like his teacher and more like his mom."

"I see."

"Isn't it also because he's her star student?" Fettuccine asked.

Mercury stared questioningly. "...No? For all purposes she is his mother, she did adopt him after all and would be his legal guardian."

"She's my mentor. That's it." Meta replied bluntly.

"Don't need to be a lie detector to tell that's a lie." Fettuccine smirked.

"Enough about me, we're here for Erhard and making him feel comfortable."

"Well, having conversations with him will make him feel comfortable, isn't that right?" Rebecca asked.

"Then change the topic." He grumbled.

"Ok, what would you like to talk about, Erhard?"

"What is the purpose of this division?"

Mercury immediately answered that quick reply. "We're the muscle of the Organization. We do escort missions and anything that requires fighting."

"And how many doctors do you have?"

"Depends. We have 6 people who can perform medical treatments, but they also do other chores. We don't have a dedicated doctor."

"You do now."

"And we're grateful for it."

"I'm the grateful one. I can do what I want as a free man now. It'll be strange sleeping in a place that's not a fridge, though."

Mercury chuckled. "I mean, you can change the temperature of your room if you want."

"That's not really the point I was making, but yes that's true."

"Plus, you have an actual bed now."

"That's another thing to get used to."

The group nodded.

"I have a question, will Erhard be forced to participate in battles?" Rebecca asked, concerned for her friend.

"He will be required to have some form of self-defense training in case the ship is invaded, but he will be specifically relegated to treating the ill and injured."

"So, he's going to be safe from conflict for the most part?"

"Yes. Again, he'll need self-defense training, but he won't be sent into battle."

"Then that's fine."

"I assume he's fine with self-defense training then?"

"Yes, as long as he doesn't get sent out to fight in a war. He's a healer."

"He won't. It's only in case of invasion."

"Then I have no objections, but what do you think, Erhard?"

The man took a moment to think. "...as long as I'm not required to fight, it'll be fine."

"You won't be forced to fight. Only those on the ship designated as knights and warriors will."

"I see. Thank you for letting me know."

"You're welcome."

The group then continued to eat in a comfortable silence.

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In a few minutes, Erhard was done with his plate. "Thank you for the meal. I quite enjoyed it."

Mercury smiled. "You should say that to the chefs then. But that can be later, now we have to take you to our next destination."

"And where is that?" He tilted his head.

"The infirmary. That's where you're probably going to be spending most of your time at."

"Indeed. I'd expect to spend the most time there."

"Then let's get moving. I'm sure you're excited."

He nodded and followed after Mercury.

"So, Erhard, how skilled of a doctor are you?" Mercury asked.

"I believe I'm quite skilled."

"In what fields? Like your specialties?"

"Surgery. I'm very good at surgery."

"That's an understatement and you know it. My father always said you were the best surgeon in the galaxy!" Rebecca commented.

"You're the best!?" Meta asked in awe.

Erhard's entire body turned pink. "I'm... I'm not that good..."

"Yes, you are, and you know it."

"N-no, I'm not..."

"Well, at we least we know he's modest. Erhard, do you any fears or phobias that we need to be aware of?" Mercury asked, hoping for a way to make him feel comfortable.

"Not that I know about..."

"You mean nothing that can be controlled, don't you?" Rebecca added.

"Yes."

The entire group instantly knew what they meant by that.

"I see..." Fettuccine was the one to break the brief moment of silence.

"It's fine. I have no phobias, or any allergies or anything that will require special assistance."

"I see. That'll make things easier." Mercury nodded.

"I would ask the same of you, but I guess I'll find that out when I do your patient intake form."

"I suppose you will. Are you a licensed psychologist, too?"

"Yes, I am."

"I see. I'll keep that in mind..."

Erhard tilted his head in curiosity. "Do you need my help for something, Mercury?"

"Maybe, but that's a topic for behind closed doors..." The woman replied, lowering her hat to cover her eyes.

"I see. I would be happy to have you as my first patient."

"Hey, Metty, what is she talking about?" Fettuccine asked innocently.

"...Sorry, but that's not something I should reveal lightly. You should ask her yourself."

"Oh... hey Mercury, what are you talking about?"

Mercury glared at her, but quickly looked away. "PTSD. That's all I'm telling you."

Fettuccine looked at her for a moment but just shrugged. "Probably just bullying..." She thought.

Meta seemed to notice this. "Did Reedy not tell his crew about what happened?"

"Now, should get we back to moving?" He was broken out of his thoughts by Mercury.

"I'm fairly excited. Which is saying a lot, I haven't felt excitement in such a long time." Erhard said.

"That's because you haven't had a reason to be excited." Rebecca giggled.

"Yes, that's true. Even the times I was let out of my cell weren't exciting, since I would be quickly put back in anyway."

"What, so you weren't excited when you heard we were going to prove your innocence?" Fettuccine asked with a pout.

"That's different. I was excited, but that kind of excitement was because of hope. My current excitement is that of getting to experience a new office."

"Besides, I think you can already tell he's not the best with emotions." Rebecca added.

"That too."

"Sounds like someone I know." Fettucine giggled.

"Who?" Meta asked.

She only continued to giggle, to his confusion.

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Soon they arrived, Erhard getting a good look around, his face gaining a whimsical look.

"So, this is my new workplace."

"Yes, and you'll be able to decorate it however you like whenever you start."

"Decorate?"

"Yeah. Decorate. To make it more custom to you."

"I see. I don't know where to begin with that."

"Well, just put around books, plants, photos, whatever."

"That's not what I meant, but yes, that's true."

"What do you mean then?"

"I have no belongings. I need to buy items for decorations, but I don't know what I want."

"Oh, don't worry, Kurabe bought you a few things to get you started and you can collect more as you work."

"When did she get the time for that?"

"Online shopping..."

"...What's that?"

"She bought things on the computer and had it sent to the ship."

"It seems that a lot of technological advancements had been made while I was imprisoned."

"Yeah, especially in the medical field. So you'll have to read up on that."

"No, that won't be necessary. One of the few things they actually allowed me to do was to keep up with advancements in the medical field. They needed me to still be a skilled doctor, despite me being a prisoner."

"Good. Now I won't have to hear Kurabe whine about how she wasted money on the latest equipment for you..."

"Yes, that is good. What else did she buy me?"

"A couple of books to help you with diagnosis and some picture frames."

"That is very nice of her."

"If you have any other interests, just let her know."

"I will. I will need to gain some interests first though."

"Ok."

"Did you not have interests before?" Meta asked.

"I did, but it's been so long since I actually had interests. I don't know if what interested before interests me now."

"Well, we'll help you find some interests." Mercury replied.

"I'd appreciate that."

"Maybe reading would be a good place to start..."

"I'd rather not something related to my job. I'll have to do enough reading as is."

"What about cooking?"

"Where would I cook?"

"Realistically, you can use anything to cook, but we'll worry about thinking of interests for you later."

"Right."

Meta turned to Mercury. "Where are we going next?"

"The training room. While you're not a soldier, you still need to know where it is. Sometimes our soldiers get carried away with training, if you know what I mean."

"I understand. Lead the way." She nodded and left the room.

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During the walk Erhard couldn't help but notice the looks people were giving him, or rather the lack of looks. He had gotten used to people looking at him with disdain, but there was none of that now. It felt, nice. Rebecca also seemed to notice this and smiled.

"It's moments like these that show me just how good it is to be free."

"And I'm happy for that." She replied.

"Alright, we're here. Go ahead and take a look around." Mercury told them.

The doctor nodded in reply and started looking. "And I thought the training facilities back at the school were impressive. The equipment here is truly extraordinary."

"Of course it is. The combat division is arguably the most important division in the Organization."

"Says who?" Fettuccine spoke up, slightly annoyed by that comment.

"No arguments please." Erhard quickly interjected.

However, the woman pouted. "I would like to know who said that!"

"I did, right now." Mercury deadpanned.

"No! Who said your division is the most important!"

"I said arguably. For someone who is supposed to be good at making people talk, you sure are bad at listening."

Meta rolled his eyes as an argument broke out.

"I said no arguments." Erhard said again, this time his gaining a dangerous edge to it that made them both stop.

The youth seemed to be slightly amazed by that.

"A good doctor must be able to control any situation." He explained.

"Indeed." Rebecca nodded.

"Is that why you two are always so calm?"

"More or less."

"And why you didn't seem bothered when treating Fetty's poison?"

"Yes."

"I see."

"That and after a while, you just get used to certain situations." Erhard added.

"Even people dying?"

"No. That's the one thing someone should never get used to."

Rebecca nodded. "Even if we seem to not be affected by it, it actually hurts us a lot to see a patient die."

"Once death no longer affects us, that's when a doctor loses their soul. That's what my teacher taught me."

"And that's the reason why you were absolutely innocent, isn't it?"

"No, the reason I was innocent was because I didn't do it, but that is a good way of looking at it."

"Of course. You didn't do it because you couldn't have done it."

"Yes, that is true. Meta, what is your opinion on death?"

The youth became silent for a moment before replying. "Well... that's difficult for me to say. I came from a planet that was full of death and at first, I thought it was simply a part of life that I didn't think twice about. Not that it isn't a part of life still, just that it's not something people should be used to. Like... I don't worry about my own death if I'm completely honest, but I'm more worried about the deaths of the people I care about, if you know what I mean."

"That's very much like a doctor. The operating table is very much like a battlefield. We put everything on the line to save our patients lives. Our lives are of no importance, only that of our patients. However, that's only when on the battlefield. Make sure to value your own life when you can. You can't protect others if you don't take care of yourself."

"I see..."

"Let me put it this way. Say you lose a hand. You would still be strong, but nowhere as strong as you once were. Meaning you'd be worse at protecting. You need to value yourself just as much as you value others."

"Ok."

"Good. Now then Mercury, where to next?"

"Oh right, we need to show you your room."

"Very well. Lead the way." He said as he followed her out the door.

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Due to Erhard's more delicate job, his room was very different compared to the bedrooms that the normal soldiers had. Inside his room, he had a desk and a mini-infirmary in his bathroom. He also had a softer bed than usual.

"I understand the mini-infirmary and the slightly larger desk, but what's the reason for the softer bed?" Fettuccine asked.

"Normal beds are specifically used to help our soldiers get used to sleeping on any kind of surface. Since Erhard isn't a soldier and we need our chief doctor to be at full throttle, Kurabe decided a more comfortable bed would be better." Mercury explained.

"But both me and sensei's bed are also really soft..."

"In your case, that's because your current room was a former guest room."

"And sensei?"

"She's the leader. Believe it or not, it's actually a rule made by the General that the captains and vice captains of every division have soft beds. Don't ask me why, not even Kurabe knows why that's a rule."

"...why do I have the feeling that was specifically meant for her...?"

Mercury shrugged. "As far as I know that's always been a rule, even before she became a captain."

"Certain members of the intelligence division are also exceptions." Fettuccine said.

"Like who?"

"Generally, anyone that use their brain a lot like me, Parmigiana, Granita, Minestrone, and Bicerin."

"Well, that makes sense."

"Yup!"

Erhard sat down on his new bed, feeling how comfortable it was. "It's been so long since I've sat on a bed."

"Now lay on it and see how it feels."

Erhard did so, staring at the ceiling. "Soft. I like it."

"Is it comfortable enough for you?"

"Yes, this will do nicely."

"Alright, is there any other place you want to show us?"

"Really only one area left that's super necessary. The meeting room."

"Come on, let's go." Rebecca said as she pulled her friend off the bed.

"Of course. Lead the way please."

His friend turned to Mercury and nodded.

"So, what do you think of the ship, Erhard?" Meta asked.

"I think it's quite a nice ship. Honestly not what I was expecting from a combat force."

"You have Kurabe to thank for that. She works hard to make sure the GranEssex is the best ship it can be."

"Yeah, it is. It's also not overly clean like the VictoriousArc, which is an extra bonus." Fettuccine said.

"How is that an issue?" Erhard asked.

"It's a bit blinding."

"I see. That's, strange."

"My older brother is strange..." Mercury sighed.

"Your brother is the leader of that division I take it. Why work here then?"

"Kurabe invited me and she's my best friend."

Erhard smiled. "I see."

"Yeah. I also just need a break from him at times."

"Why's that? Is it merely a sibling thing?"

Mercury stared at him for a moment. "Yeah. I lived with him for most of my life and, as much as I love him, he can be a bit overprotective at times."

"I get it. He views himself as your protector, or something like that."

"Yeah, because he has been my protector since we were kids."

"I see. It makes sense you would want to branch out. Like the cells of a body, they began in one spot, but spread out as time goes on."

"Indeed."

---------

Soon, they arrived at the meeting room.

"There's not a whole lot to see, but take a look around if you want."

The room was the same way it was when Meta first saw it, but the doctor seemed to be particularly interested in the area.

"What's up, Erhard?"

"The ceiling. Oh, you didn't mean literally. I'm just remembering the lecture room at the school. The doctor's hour-long lessons and speeches. I can still hear them clearly."

"...are you ok?"

"I don't appear to have any physical abnormalities. Oh, you didn't mean it in that way. Yes, I'm fine. Just feeling... nostalgic."

"Are you sure?"

"You need to understand. I haven't felt nostalgic about anything ever since I lost my memories. Right now, being nostalgic at all is the greatest feeling."

"I know, but aren't you sad or emotional?"

"Emotional, maybe. Not sad though."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm happy. Happy to have a past to remember again. I know if the doctor was here, he'd be patting my back and telling me to celebrate."

"I see..."

Admittedly, Meta didn't really understand it. If something like this happened with his mentor, he probably would be unable to handle it.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm sad he's gone, but I already sorted my feelings about it before you all arrived. I'm fine, so there's nothing to worry about."

"I see..."

"Alright that's pretty much it. Meta, Fettuccine, you're both free to go." Mercury said.

"Ok. I hope you enjoy your stay here, Erhard."

The two younger soldiers left the room, with Rebecca following after them. Mercury was about to leave, but was stopped.

"Mercury, I believe we're behind closed doors now."

"There are better places to talk about it, Erhard." She replied simply.

"You're right. So let's head to my office, shall we?"

She froze for a moment before simply nodding.

"Then let's go."

---------

Upon returning to the office, there was a brief moment of awkward silence.

"Let's not make this more difficult than it needs to be. Tell me, Mercury, what is troubling you?"

"This is difficult for me to talk about even though it's been probably a couple months at this point... but... I was attacked..."

Erhard looked at her, studying her body language. "By attacked, you mean to say someone, or something attacked your core."

"Y-yes..."

"A hivemind tried to assimilate you, am I correct with that assumption?"

She began to shiver. "Yes..."

"That explains everything then. You tried to hide it, but I noticed you've been wary around me. I take it you find it hard to trust other Limets?"

"That I'm unfamiliar with, yeah."

"Because you're afraid one of them might turn out to be another Hivemind, yes?"

"Of course! I never want to experience that again!"

"Of course, that's completely reasonable. However, I ask that you try to remain calm, Mercury. Now listen, your fear is completely rational. But you cannot allow yourself to be a slave to that fear. It will get in the way of your daily life. If you wish, I can prescribe you some medicine to help you deal with this."

"I'm not a slave to it!"

"Oh really? Then are you saying you can walk up to a random Limet and talk to them without freezing in fear?"

"I can!"

"Mercury, calm down." He told her, making her snap out of it.

"I said I can."

"Then care to explain why you haven't been sleeping for the past few weeks?" He asked.

"How did you?"

"Kurabe told me."

She paused and then huffed. "I'll be fine now that we had this talk!"

"No, you won't." Erhard interjected. "It's obvious that this is still affecting you. Mercury, I am not your enemy. My job is to help you. So please, relax and tell me everything that's on your mind." He told her, his calm yet powerful voice making her listen to him

"...Are you sure you want to deal with all of that?" She asked him.

"I wouldn't be much of a doctor if I wasn't prepared to listen to my patient."

"I'm not a slave to it, though. Even Meta thought that and he was wrong."

"You may not be a slave right now. But you will be if this keeps up. ...Mercury, did you know that I had a sister? Like you, she was the victim of a hivemind attack. She survived, but the mental strain caused by it drove her insane and left her in a comatose state. She passed away shortly after."

Mercury was left speechless.

"My sister tried to act as if it didn't bother her. She tried to carry all of her baggage on her shoulders. She refused to involve others with her issues. Does this remind you of anyone?"

"...Me." She slowly admitted.

"Mercury, I don't want what happened to my sister to happen to you. Please, I'm only here to help."

She became silent. "...is that true?"

"Everything I say is the truth. It's my code as a doctor."

"I didn't know you had a sister."

"My family all died before my incarceration. Given that many of my family records were destroyed, that's not surprising. I didn't know I had a sister until I got my memories back."

"...what happened to your family?"

"My parents died from an incurable disease. What happened to them and my sister were part of why I chose to enter the medical field in the first place. Other than wanting to help people of course."

"I see..."

"Mercury, you can only get so far shouldering everything by yourself. Please, let me help you." He said, holding out his hand.

She remained silent.

"It's alright if you're scared of me. Honestly, I would be surprised if you weren't. But I'm just here to help. You may not trust me and that's fine, but I'm serious when I say I just want to help."

"I know..."

"Then please, take my hand."

She nodded silently and took his hand slowly.

Erhard smiled. "Very good. Now Mercury, I cannot make this decision for you, but I suggest you and I meet up once a week to talk about your issues. Will that be doable for you?"

"Yes."

"Then I look forward to working with you."

"Same."

Erhard then looked at the clock.

"My, would you look at the time. I believe today has been quite productive. Thank you for showing me around."

Mercury smiled. "No problem. I hope that you like it here."

"Yes, I think I will enjoy my time here, in my new home."

"I hope so." She then and walked out of the room.

In a few minutes, Rebecca entered.

"So, what will you do now?" Erhard asked his friend.

"I think I'll continue medical work."

"That's good. Will you be staying here, or will you travel somewhere else?"

"As much as I want to stay here, I think I owe it to those who died because of my brother and Veno to help their families."

"I see. That's very much like you. I hope you can come by and visit sometime."

"I plan on doing so."

"Good." He then hugged the woman. "Take care of yourself, old friend."

She hugged him back. "I will. You take care of yourself as well."

"I will. It was good seeing you again, Rebecca."

"It's good seeing you, too." She then chuckled nervously. "It's funny... I plan on staying here a few days but we're acting like we won't see each other again..."

"Well, it has been quite a long time since we've last seen each other. Though that might be an understatement."

"Yeah, I know... is it fine if we just spend some time together?"

"Of course." She then blinked. "Oh, right. I managed to get you something for your room. Do you want to go see what it is?"

Erhard blinked too. "Yes, I do."

She smiled and took his hand before walking out.

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When they returned to his room, Erhard instantly saw what was different. There was a plant in his room.

"Yeah, I thought I would pick up a Christmas cactus for you. I remember you saying how much you loved it when dad's bloomed."

Erhard smiled at his friend and at his new plant. "I love it, thank you Rebecca."

"No problem. I just hope you have enough time to take care of it."

"Time management is one of my specialties."

Rebecca giggled. "Right, right. That's why you were my father's star pupil, anyway."

"You weren't too far behind you know."

"Yes, I know."

"Right. You're free to sleep in here if you wish. I can take the chair at my desk."

"No, there are open guest rooms. You deserve to sleep in a bed after what you've went through."

"Very well. But you can stay in here until it's time for you to sleep."

"Very well."

"In fact, we can both share the bed. I don't mind."

Immediately, Rebecca blushed. "Do... do you even know what you said?"

"That we can share the bed. Is there something wrong with that?" He asked, completely clueless.

"How can you not know if you're a doctor!?"

"Pardon? I don't see what being a doctor has to do with sleeping."

Rebecca facepalmed at how innocent and oblivious her friend was.

"Do you have a headache? Perhaps you should lay down."

"No, I'm fine. Thank you."

"No, I insist. You must be tired."

"I'll just head to my guest room then."

"Or you can sleep in here. This bed is more than big enough for two people, if you're worried about space."

"I know, but aren't you embarrassed!?"

"About what? It's not as if we'll be doing anything other than sleeping."

"I know but... it's still embarrassing..." She said, blushing even harder.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright? Your face is burning red."

"I'm just embarrassed, that's all."

"Why?"

"Just... being so close to you..."

"But we're close now, aren't we? I don't see much of a difference between standing next to each other and sleeping next to each other."

"It just feels more intimate..."

"Rebecca, I haven't slept in the same room with another person in decades. Please, just for tonight."

"...why are you so insistent?"

"Well, you said you wanted to stay with me for a little longer, yes? That's why."

"...is that all?"

"Do I need another reason?"

"That you simply don't want to be alone tonight?"

"I feel that better describes you."

"What about you then?"

"I wouldn't mind the company."

"...when you say that, it means yes." She sighed.

"I see. Fascinating."

"Yes, it is."

"Then shall we partake in the activity known as sleep?"

"Sure, you first."

Erhard nodded, laying down flat on his back. Almost immediately, he fell asleep.

"...he must've been more tired than I thought."

He could then be heard snoring, a sign that he was truly unconscious.

"...yeah, he really was tired." She smiled. "Not that I can blame him."

Sighing, Rebecca laid down next to him.

"Good night, Erhard."

As if knowing what she said, the man himself mumbled a "good night" in reply. Erhard smiled, for he finally was at true peace.

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