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mightyfloofy · 3 months

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Talking a little on the recent mangas I've started reading this week😗✨📚(two of them are new to me, for the others, I've picked up on the manga after finishing their current anime seasons) 💚THERE MIGHT BE SPOILERS💚

1) Tomodachi Game:

So i think I've only read up to around 12 chapters or so and it's so good????

The roller-coaster of emotions it's making me have though- like i started loving Tenji with my whole heart and soul then he...disappointed me. Then he earned my trust again- a whole twist.

Yuuichi is a pretty good MC so far. Bro is a cutie.

Sawaragi pisses me off a little. Idk how to explain it though.

Yuutori my girl 💜

Shibe um... 💀💀💀 Yeah. And no i don't dislike him for what he tried to do in chapter 2 or so. I just... He's too dumb.

Also the art?????? Muah

I watched some scenes of the anime in the beginning after i read a couple of chapters and it's...disappointing. Even the animation is wonky.

But just- the art style has me in luvvvv

Manabu-kun keeps on gaslighting, gatekeeping and girlbossing every chapter.

Also, I'm praying for my boy Yuuichi's sanity. At first i was like "Sawaragi, i get hes cute but WHAT do u see in him??" and i see now. My girl has some amazing taste, at least for that.

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2) Mairimashita! Iruma-kun

I've only read 4 chapters but this shit has me ROLLINGGGG

It's so funny pls

The art is also pretty good too. I'm not really a fan of Slice of Life, but this one hits.

Also, pretty boi alert:

My favorite character so far is this guy though:

He's so babygirl ✨✨✨✨

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3) Demon Slayer

So I started reading it right after the events of season 3, of course.

Giyuu's backstory lowkey hit home-

He needs a hug. I won't say more.

Tanjiro is precious, as always, just like Nezukooo (a loud 'Nezuko-chan' came in my and after i typed that)

Oh yeah, Zenitsu:

Me to Shinobu, "Doctor, hes out again"

Nah because he didn't have to chomp Tanjiro's sky wide forehead like that???? 😭😭😭

So i have two volumes of Demon Slayer at home and i gotta say, the art improved and it's nice to have seen it grow. I know it's like this for most mangakas, but here i didnt see a whole art style change or whatever but something becoming finer while keeping that style very present.

The story is at its peak right now, i reached up to the point where Muzan decided to heehee himself in the no-no place for him. (idk how to say this without spoiling)

I'm luving it so far

Also, my husband:

I miss his gorgeous face LAWDDDDD HAVE MERCYYY

Though i already loved him before seeing his face.

I've finally memorised the master's name: Ubuyashiki

It's an achievement.

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4) Blue Lock

Ok i can't add pics anymore but I'm confident most people know what it is without having watched it.

I wanted to share some nice Rin pics but guess it'll be for another time. (yall will be missing out on my man)

So, i picked up from where the first season stops and-

I miss Kunigami. A lot. He was one of my favs 😭😪

Shidou is special (him telling Isagi he'd love to see him explode again got me praying for him fr)

The story has taken a nice turn with the U-20 team rushing things up. I love it but i want to see Sae play already so I'm being an impatient little bug.

The art is MUAH as always. I love the lines added for light shading, ill probably inspire myself off it for future drawings.

Hiori needs to be friends with Chigiri so they can talk about hair products (Hiori is like a short-haired Chigiri with cyan hair. My boy has naturally long lashes (Rin's remain better 💅)

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That's all, folks!

I hope to read even more in the upcoming days and hopefully I'll get to talk about them like i just did above.

Expect headcanons from each of these mangas 💜💜💜

And you can even send me recommendations 😙✨

It's midnight where I am like damn-

Bye byeeeee

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flyingspicerack · 8 months

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AEROO I WISH I WAS BETTER AT TALKING CAUSE I ALWAYS HAVE FUN BEING SILLY W U AND STUFF <333. I luve your art and writing and reading your work really inspires me i hope to write stuff one day but for now i dream and i love watching you draw on stream and your ideas are always so fun rahhhh. ive liked hanging out and drawing w u even tho i dont say much i feel comfortable around u, hope to talk more soonnnn ^.^

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idk if this is who i think it is but if u come to stream and aggies i might... i might.... but NONETLESS!! NUZZLES You!!! thank you for all the kind words... im just a little goofball guy ... ty ty i nuzzle you

#spice.ask #ty for liking my ideas.... that means a lot.. like a lot a lot

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deoxy-diamond-arts · 5 years

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My friend @vagaluve

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mimikyugirl · 2 years

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SUMMER DAY

Macca invites you to a day at the pool with the guys, and it's the first time George sees you in a bikini.

F!Reader x George Harrison

The sun was uncomfortably against your eyes (damn you for not listening to Paul when he said to bring your glasses!) as you stepped out into the garden.

John and Ringo could easily be mistaken for children by anyone who passed by, such was the noise they made in the pool.

Paul, who had greeted you at the door wearing only his swim trunks and sunglasses, quickly handed you a glass that clinked with more ice cubes than you could count.

The sunny day really was the perfect invitation to spend the day on the water, but refreshing yourself with Paul's whiskey and coke wouldn't make you feel any more comfortable for what was about to happen.

Getting into your bathing suit in front of Paul was easy, since he was too busy watching Ringo in the water to even look in your direction. John and Ringo, on the other hand, were perfectly busy trying to climb on top of each other. It was George that worried you.

He was in the far corner of the garden, sitting on one of the armbands with his sunglasses and a camera. He laughed as he took pictures of the guys at the pool and Paul, posing exaggeratedly near the gate. George's laugh brightened your day much more than the sun at the height of summer.

"Y/N is here!" Paul announced, drawing everyone eyes to you.

John waved at you, which gave Ringo enough time to attack him and push him to the bottom of the pool, making you laugh.

George, who was currently trying to light a cigarette, finally noticed your presence.

A long sip of coke and whiskey gave you enough courage for the next act.

You took off the dress you were wearing in a single movement, exposing the red bikini you've carefully chosen to get that exact reaction out of George. You saw his hand slowly return to the starting position, and the cigarette just dangle over his lips. George had never seen you in a bikini, and clearly he loved the sight.

So focused were you on observing your effect on George, you didn't even notice that all the mess in the water had stopped and John was walking slowly towards you.

"Glad you took off your clothes, Y/N" You heard Paul scream laughing, finally making you see John "Because you're about to get real wet."

There was no time to even protest. In the next second you were in John's lap being thrown into the pool. Ringo laughed frantically and George got up to photograph the scene. You came out of the water trying to decide whether to hit John or control your laughter.

"Glad I took a picture of you before dat" You heard George say, putting the camera down and reaching out to pull you out of the water "Before your hair went out in all directions like that, y'know."

You grabbed George's hand and pulled him into the pool without mercy. He went down with a loud scream, which sent Ringo into another fit of laughter.

"Let's see if your hair looks good after this, luve" you said, watching as he tried to get to his feet in the water.

George just shook his hair a little and approached you in the water, taking advantage of John and Ringo being already distracted chasing Paul around the pool "Do I still look good?"

You couldn't deny he did. Little drops of water trickled towards his mouth, his hair was falling over his eyes, now shining freely in your direction without his glasses, and his fangs jutted out in a beautiful smile for you.

"There's no help for dat face of yours, Harrison" You said, splashing George's face with water to push him away.

George grabbed your arm and pulled you against him "I love what you're wearing" he whispered now that your legs were wrapped around his waist "It made you even more beautiful, if that's possible."

The thin fabric of the bikini wasn't enough of a barrier for you not to feel the warmth and firmness of his body beneath yours, but hopefully George would think your red face was just an effect of the sun and not of the proximity you two shared.

You didn't expect him to have the guts to be so open about the tension you've shared for weeks, but seeing him there flirting so shamelessly with you made you feel an absurd urge to lean down and kiss him.

But it wasn't necessary, as George was already approaching, staring at your lips.

When your eyes were already closing, the sound of glass breaking took you two out of the private world you created in the water.

George looked around quickly, found one of the drinking glasses broken near the pool and Ringo standing there looking at John with the most guilty face in the world.

"It was John" was all he said before entering the house.

"I TOLD YOU TO STOP RUNNING AROUND THE POOL" George yelled, turning for a moment to kiss your cheek and whispering that he would be back in a moment, before hurrying to the edge to check if anyone was hurt.

You couldn't control the smile, eagerly awaiting the moment when he would return and help cool off the heat you felt. Now much more than the sun, George was the reason you were grateful for the coolness of the water.

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voidrots · 3 years

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INDIGO CLOWN WIZARD 🎪 $25 🎪 PayPal/cashapp/venmo ok

sold to @glitchedfur !!

I LUVE THIS ONE WAAAAH…… the words clown wizard popped intom y head in a moment of divine inspiration a few days ago i knew this guy was PERFECT

again the base is by the amazing @/metzer !!

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don’t resell for more than you bought unless you bought art

minor changes are ok but don’t go crazy

gender and whatever is up to u ofc

tag me the first time u draw them!

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cherryblossomflowers · 3 years

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Day 8: Teams

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Eileen

Summary: Dean and YN versus Sam and Eileen in a game night battle.

Warnings: Fluff/Angst, Cursing

A/N: Day 8 of my writing challenge! Let’s see who remembers Sam and Dean’s Christmas in season 3! No hate on any SPN Cast/Character. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

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"Okay, Sam. You and Eileen are up," YN handed him a stack of cards, "There are 5 Christmas movies on these cards. You need to get as many as you can in under a minute."

Sam took the cards with a nod, "And I can't say or sign anything on the card."

"Correct," YN nodded, "You can say quotes of the movie, make faces, do tasks, etc. But you only have a minute," she turned to Dean, "Got a timer ready?"

Dean held up his phone, "Ready," he looked at Sam, "On your mark, get set, go!"

Sam looked at the first card and pointed to Eileen, "Okay, okay. Oh, 'You'll shoot your eye out!'."

Eileen yelled out, "A Christmas Story!"

"Right!" Sam tossed that card, "Uh, 'Merry Christmas you filthy animal'."

"Home Alone 2: Lost in New York!"

He tossed the next card, "'You sit on a throne of lies!'."

"Elf!"

Another card, "'Seeing isn't believing. Believing is seeing.'."

"The Santa Clause!"

"Sam, you have 10 seconds left!" yelled YN.

He looked at the last card, "Okay, okay. Last one. 'Every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings.'."

Eileen sat there for a moment, "Oh, I know this! It's, uh...It's A Wonderful Life!"

"Yes!" Sam tossed the last card in the air.

YN applauded them, "Nice job, guys. That's 5 points for you."

Dean scoffed, "We can do better than that. I bet we can get all of ours in 30 seconds."

"Is that an actual bet, Dean?" Eileen asked, "Care to put some money on that?"

"I mean, I'd hate to take money from you on Christmas Eve, Eileen. But if you insist," he pulled out his wallet, "$50 says YN and I can get our 5 in 30 seconds."

"Uh, Dean?" YN said nervously, "Maybe ask me about this first before you-"

Sam pulled $50 out of his wallet, "Deal."

YN rolled her eyes, "Fine. What's our category?"

Eileen handed her 5 cards, "Christmas songs. You can't sing or hum or say any lyrics in the song. But you can use gestures or phrases."

YN glared at Dean, "Do you know any Christmas songs?"

Dean shrugged, "I think I sang Silent Night to a drunk Santa once?"

"We're doomed," YN groaned.

Dean and YN faced each other. YN was nervous about Dean not getting a single answer right, and Dean was ready to take money from his little brother.

"All right," Sam held up a timer, "30 seconds. On your mark, get set, go!"

YN read the first card, "White stuff falling from-"

Dean interrupted her, "Let it Snow, next."

"Uh, right," she looked at the next card, "She can't sing worth a damn."

"All I Want for Christmas is You, next."

"Whoville."

"You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch, next."

"You've got 15 seconds left," Sam shouted.

YN nodded to him, "Okay, okay. People hated him and his single-"

"Mistletoe, easy. Next."

"Last one," YN looked at the card, "Literally every Christmas movie has this song."

Dean was drawing a blank, "Uh...um..."

"Come on, Dean. This one is the easiest of them all. It's the Christmas song of Christmas songs."

Dean shook his head, "I don't know."

"5 seconds left," Sam smirked.

"Dean, come on! This is my favorite Christmas song!"

"And that's time!" Eileen yelled.

Sam grabbed the $50 from the table, "Easiest bet I've ever won."

YN turned to Dean, "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!"

"I don't I've ever heard that song before," Dean mumbled.

She stared at him, "You knew Justin Bieber but not a Christmas classic?!"

"Hey, don't knock Bieber. He has some good songs out there," Dean crossed his arms.

YN, Sam, and Eileen stared at Dean in disbelief. They couldn't believe the words that just came out of his mouth.

Dean dropped his arms, "What? He's an annoying person, but he's not a bad singer."

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imaginesmai · 5 years

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Tom Holland-The Impossible (6)

So, this is the end! I hope you have enjoyed reading this as much as I have enjoyed writting it! This is the most happy part, I think. Thank you for your love!! Btw, if you want to read some more angst, I’m working on a different series for our lovely boy Peter Parker, let me know if you want to be tagged! I will anounce it soon

Plot: the worst have passed. The tsunami, the fear, the wounds. Life goes on, for all of you

Previous parts: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

“Harry! Harry, for the love of God! Come here now!”

The park was particularly crowded that day, families with their children enjoying a sunny day with a picnic and groups of teenagers playing card games. A soft breeze made women’s hair move, and some of their dresses were flying upwards in a not so casual manner.

The man’s scream made a few head turns his way, but quickly they came back to their original matter. Talking, eating, making out. Like in a school’s playground, everyone was doing their things in the park. Besides the river, a few kids were having a bath. It was a normal sight, something to be happy about. In the middle of the main group of children, stood one that looked forward with an annoyed look.

He had a mop of brown, wet then from the water that covered more than half of his body. He had been wearing a red and black shirt, with his favourite design in the front, too big for his small body. Harry was a thin boy, shorter than most of the boys and girls his age, and usually the clothes were a bit too wide. Still, the five years old had insisted in buying that t-shirt and wearing it that day to the park, where he could show it to his favourite uncles.

But he no longer cared about it, and the t-shirt had been thrown over a big stone at the border of the river.

“Harry! Out!”

Coral, a girl he had been playing with, gave him a weird look, and slowly swam far from him. She was mildly afraid of the man that was running towards them, a wild look on his face. He was running fast, yet suddenly stopped when he was almost touching the water.

He looked at the water, back to Harry and begged to the boy with his eyes to come out.

Now, Harry was a smart boy. He knew that what his father did was a living was extraordinary, that his mommy wasn’t like the rest of them, and that there were some things that were banned in his house.

Harry Holland could eat all the sugar he wanted after the bed time, but could never, never, take a bath. Not unless one of his uncles were with him, and his parents didn’t know.

Harry Holland could have any toy he wanted. Cool cars, expensive building packs, electronic books. But he could never, never, ask for a trip to the beach. Last time he did that, the little boy ended up in the hospital in the arms of his grandma, while his father was lying in a cot high in meds.

Harry Holland knew he shouldn’t have gone into the river, and walked out of it with his head hung low. As soon as his little feet hit the ground, his daddy was squeezing the life out of him.

“Oh God”

Some of the moms gave Tom weird looks, but most of them just looked down to their businesses or hugged tighter their kids. Tom’s breathing was anything but normal, and it took him a few minutes to go back to reality. Harrison, who had a comforting hand on his shoulder, didn’t rush him. He let his best friend hug his son as long as he wanted.

Sounds around them came back slowly, and he was able to tear the arms off his boy. Harry looked quite ashamed, big brown eyes looking at his father and the ground, little fingers fidgeting in front of him. The actor blinked the tears away from his eyes and sniffled, reminding himself that it was just his son in a river. Not Thailand. Not the beach. Not it again.

“Harry, you can’t go running off like that” Harrison said, kneeling in front of the pair. The boy nodded. “You scared us all.”

“I’m sorry daddy” he whimpered, rubbing his eyes with his little fist. “I just wanted to play”

“There is enough space to play out of the water” the blond reasoned with him, not wanting to give Tom the weight of scolding his son for his fears. “Why don’t we go back? Uncle Paddy is trying to prank uncle Harry”

Harry let out a small giggle, eyes glossy. For a little boy, he knew when he did something wrong. He knew how to differentiate. It was not the same not picking up his toys than running into the water.

Before anyone could move, he rushed forwards and fell again into the arms of his father. Tom’s arms were shaky, and pressed the kid against his chest. There was no human soul that could differentiate where the father’s hair ended and where Harry’s started. In school, teachers said that he was a carbon copy of his father. Tom made a fart sound on his son’s neck, and he broke in a fit of giggles and squirms. Easily, he picked the kid up, and let him wrap around his body like a koala.

For the first two years, Tom had been afraid of picking up Harry. He felt like his son would coward away from the scars on his arms. His neck. His chest. He hadn’t counted them for a long time, the painful reminder of what almost took his life away. But what chose him to cherish every second life gave him. That was why he didn’t say no to anything his son asked. Time was precious.

“Is food ready?” Harry asked, leaning his head on Tom’s shoulder.

“We have to wait a little longer” Tom said. “Why? Is this little guy giving you problems?”

His fingers tickled the small stomach, and Harry laughed again. Tom could spend hours listening to him.

“No!” Harry smiled. There was a gape on his mouth, where a few hours ago there had been a teeth. It was put away on Tom’s wallet. “I heard grandad saying that we were going to eat all together”

Harrison sighed, and changed the topic. It was easy, because little Harry soon started talking about the Batman film he had seen last month. Tom couldn’t forget about it that eastly.

He had been a nervous wreck since he had woken up. It was an important day, the first day all the family had decided to go out in public since the incident. Tom feared it was too much, that things could go wrong or that someone would say something. That had been the main reason of Harry’s run away; Tom had been too busy looking at the text message to pay attention to his son, and he had ran to the river in search of new friends.

The message itself came back to Tom’s mind, and his palms became sweaty. Only minutes away. Probably, it would go wrong. It had gone wrong the other tenth time he had tried; someone being rude, too many paparazzi, the trauma coming back. He had all his faith on that day, but-

“Mommy!”

Like a rocket, Harry was out of Tom’s arms and running, as well as he could, towards the limping figure that was talking to Nikki. Tom’s face broke into a smile and fastened his steps, until he was besides you. Harry was jumping up and down around you in circles, too excited to keep still but knowing he couldn’t just hug his mommy. Not yet.

“Hey baby” you said, and tried to pick him up. There was a metallic sound and you almost fell backwards. Luckily, Tom’s arm found your back and took most of Harry’s weight in the other. The boy chuckled and showered your face with kisses. “Wow! What did I do to deserve this treatment?”

“You did it so well mommy!” Harry squealed happily, and hug your neck. The boy closed his eyes. “And I missed you so much! But daddy told me you would be back”

“Yeah, I couldn’t be much longer away from my favourite boys.”

The rest of the Holland family stepped back to give you some privacy, and Tom kissed your forehead briefly. What he wanted, was to lock you in your room and keep you there forever. But he knew you were already making a big effort being there, in front of so many people, so he restrained from dragging more attention to yourselves.

Harry babbled about school, how he had met new friends and he had drawn so many draws, mommy, we’re going to cover your room in that! You laughed, but bit your tongue to avoid spilling the beans.

Tom smiled at your knowingly.

Life had not been what you had planned after your trip to Thailand. You only wanted to solve whatever problems you had with Tom; but instead, got the worst of your nightmares. For six years, you had been traveling from hospital to hospital with a missing leg. In order to save you, the local medics in Thailand had to cut your leg; so badly, that it had caused you problems for six years.

For six years, you had been living in different rooms in hospital while Tom and Harry did their lives in your house. For six years, Tom had made the impossible to get you to see the little boy every two days. For six years, you were robbed from your time with your son, by some cruel fate that seemed to follow you.

But that day, in Tom’s and yours room, were all the suitcase your carried with you to the hospitals, along with some gifts from the doctors. Tom pecked your lips once, two when he saw you begging to protest. You were like two teenagers in love, while Harry talked without noticing anything.

It had been six years since your life ended in that beach in Thailand. You had arrived to London in a private plane, Tom holding you as he sobbed himself unconscious, covered in blood, dirt and fear. One year later, little Harry came to the world, and things started again. Operations, therapy, meds.

Life had not been kind. But you were past the point of caring.

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ask-de-writer · 4 years

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : Part 21 of 83 : World of Sea

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 21 of 83

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

140406 words

written 2007

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Chapter 5a: Tanlin and Story time

Amid the bustle of crowds, racing children dashed about. They now had a glorious place to run on the biggest decks in the fleet. Sea birds of many sorts swooped about and squabbled for the best perches on ridge poles and comically tried to maintain their balance on guy lines.

Tanlin was shopping fabrics from the Gula’s booth. Khilda, the proprietress, was confused. This lady of exotic looks and good taste had just publicly married Barad? The proof seemed to be in the two deck-hands who were hovering over her like paddle ducks over their chicks.

She knew the sailors and disliked them. They had a bad reputation among a bad lot. Being better dressed surely hadn’t made them any better. Scupper sweepings picked up by the Grandalor when nobody else would. Now, they were being as solicitous and polite as could be asked for. The air of absolute assurance radiating from the woman they were attending was the only reason that Khilda let them into the booth. For a wonder, they were keeping their hands off the merchandise.

“T’ese satins o’ yers are luvely. Oi like t’e red-black color play.” She pulled her brown pony-tail over her shoulder and examined it and the cloth together critically. “Dunnae really go wit’ m’ ‘air t’ough, t’e colors are t’ strong.”

She let the fabric of the bolt-end fall and looked at others. Khilda did not want to loose this sale. Word had run through the booths that Tanlin’s scrip was being spent plentifully. Still, it was the Grandalor’s credit — — and that was always questionable.

“True, but we also have these greens. They’ll work well. What are you looking for, something to please your husband?”

Tanlin looked up in surprise. “Wye wad Oi want t’ do t’at? Oi gladden ‘im already an’ ‘e m’. Tis t’ be an outfit for us bot’.” Her eye found a bolt over in the corner of the booth.

“T’ere! ‘Ond, wad ye bring m’ t’at ane, please?” One of her men went carefully through the booth to get the bolt in question.

Khilda’s heart sank as she saw which one had been chosen. The fabric of the bolt was botched. The loom tension had been uneven, giving the fabric a bad curl.

“T’e color’s perfect! T’e brown wit’ red ‘ighlights will do for us bot’!” Tanlin caught sight of Barad through the crowd. People were making way for him without thought, responding to his manner of dress and air of calm authority.

“Barad! Luve! Come see w’at Oi’ve got!”

People did respond to her call. “Barad? Where?” they looked around and realized that the finely dressed gentleman was, in fact, the infamous and usually slovenly captain of the Grandalor.

“What have you found, Tanlin?” He put an arm about her waist and she leaned affectionately into him.

“Look at t’is fabric, Luve. T’e Gula’s bright reds an’ greens are too strong for us. We do better in t’e dark colors. Amber-browns t’ blacks — — just look at t’e red ‘ighlights t’at move over t’is brown sheen. Tis perfect for us.”

Barad eyed the fabric dubiously. “It’s flawed, Dear, don’t you see the curl to it?”

“O’ corse Oi do. Besides t’e color, t’at’s wye Oi wont ‘t.” She sighed, “Someane bock ‘ome in t’e Arrakan fleet taught m’ t’ work wit’ ‘t. Tis nae flat an’ neit’er are we.”

Her shoulders began to shake and she bit the back of her hand to keep from sobbing. Her eyes filled with tears that leaked a little from the corners. Her voice quavered slightly as she added, “Oi wish Oi could remember ‘oo ‘t wa’ taught m’. Even ane familiar face wad be such a treasure.”

Barad gently wrapped his massive arms about her while Khilda looked on gape mouthed.

“Peace, darling Love. Your memories will return in their own good time. Dark Iren must have had his own sound reason to send you back to us but keep your people from you. You are safe with me.”

This caring man was not the Barad that the Naral fleet knew.

Biting back tears, Tanlin shook with the effort to regain her composure. It is so easy to put myself in her place because I must deny all of those that I know, on or off the ship. These feelings are real. Kurti must die if I am to live. “Oi do know t’at, m’ Luve. ‘T’s just so hard t’ know all o’ t’ese t’ings an’ ‘ave nae trace o’ t’ose folk ‘oo filled t’em wit’ meanin’.” Regaining her composure, she went back to the task at hand and finished choosing fabrics and trims. Barad stood by patiently and watched.

Turning to Khilda, he said, “I believe her. She always knows what to do and how to do it. We saved her from drowning when her ship went onto a rock during a Dragon Tide. She’d been hit and swept overboard by a falling yardarm. When she woke from her coma a few Wohans later, she could remember everything except the people of her past. She has just passed the Ship Master’s examinations, confirming her as a Naral fleet First Officer, in line for a captaincy if one comes open.”

“So much done by someone so young?” asked Khilda curiously.

“Most of her life has been spent learning what she knows. They educate in a different way in the Arrakan fleet.”

“I see. On a different topic, how is she going to pay for all of these things?”

“A note drawn on surveyed and secured cargo.” Seeing Khilda’s skeptically raised eyebrow, Barad went smoothly on, “I know what is thought of the Grandalor’s credit, so I had Alor of the Longin do the survey and provide for the cargo’s security. It is no longer on the Grandalor. Send to Alor for collection of the note.”

Khilda discretely withdrew and sent a runner to the Longin booths. The runner returned and whispered into her ear. Both of her eyebrows shot up in surprise and she sent the runner to all of the nearby booths to let them know that Tanlin’s credit was not merely good, it was very good.

A rapid patter of drum-talk on a small tocsin drum cut across the air of the Gathering, sending flocks of sea-birds into the air and causing children to look about for playmates and yell STORY TIME! They scampered off in the direction of Kurin’s toy booth. Tanlin dropped everything else that she had been doing, settled her charges and darted after the children, leaving both of the deck-hands to follow in her wake.

When they finally caught up with her, she was sitting at the edge of a pool of children who were giving Kurin their utmost attention. Kurin was sitting on the sales board of her booth, where all the watchers could see. She had let down a dark curtain behind her making a sort of stage out of her booth.

Kurin stood up on her sales board, her head still lower than her awning, and held up a hand for silence — and got it. She began by asking a question. “In all of the World of Sea, there are only three creatures that men do not hunt. Why don’t we hunt the Ord fish?”

Children eagerly held up hands, wanting to show off for their friends. Kurin pointed to the smallest child.

“‘Cause it’s about the most poison thing in the ocean!” he exclaimed proudly.

“Right, the Ord is the deadliest thing in the sea, so far as poison is concerned. Here, have a model of one to learn what it looks like.” Kurin felt about on an invisible shelf, muttering, “I know it’s here somewhere. Ah, here it is!” She appeared to pull the toy fish out of thin air, to the delight of her audience, and tossed it to the child.

“Why don’t we hunt the Great Dragons?” she asked, head tilted questioningly.

Eager hands went up all over the group as children vied for attention. Kurin chose an older child to answer this one.

“‘Cause Sea is their world and if we tried to hunt them, they could destroy us!” He looked sternly about, arms crossed over his chest.

“Right!” she exclaimed. “They helped the First Ships and then helped us to make the First True Ships. But they were here first and they are more powerful than we are. Wiser, too.” She produced a rolled parchment, seeming to lift it out of a hand that was empty and far too small to hold it. She unrolled it so that all could see the colored drawing, then gave it to the pleased young man. “This is a picture of Dark Iren and Blind Mecat at the Wedding Raft.”

She paused with dramatic flair, “Who knows what else it is that we never hunt?” Her eyes scanned the crowd. A small child had his hand up. On impulse, she picked him.

“We don’t hunt paddle ducks,” he said confidently, “because we raise them and they are so funny.”

“A good guess,” she answered. “We first got paddle ducks by hunting them, though. Here, have one.” Her hands appeared empty as she made a tossing motion toward him. A soft cuddle toy of a paddle duck, made of canvas scraps and fluff landed in his surprised hands. “The other creature that we never hunt is the Orca Whale. Would you like to hear the story of why we never hunt them? Mecat herself told it to me.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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Time Never Stops

Chapter Eleven: The PAX Announcement

Word Count: 1559

Prologue Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9 Ch 10

Warning: language, fluff

(Y/F/G): Your Favorite (Video) Game

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I bounce on the balls of my feet backstage at PAX West while the rest of GameSquad gets their mics on. I pull my phone out of back pocket glancing at the screen to see if Tom and Harrison had gotten seats with everyone else.

Thomas💙

We found Sean

He just like grabbed my shoulder

"Dude, you're going into the wrong theatre"

My Future💍

Glad I told him where you guys were

You would have missed the show

Thomas💙

Yeah

But we are all settled.

You ready to tell everyone?

My Future💍

Absolutely

Time to tell everyone of our little bundle

"You doing okay, TL?" I turn and look at Arya, who is smiling at me.

"Yeah, just making sure Tom and Haz found seats with Sean, Mark, and crew." I state, moving to make sure that my mic can be easily turned on when I get to the back of the auditorium. "Are we almost ready to go?"

"Yup, the boys are already in place on right stage and Arya and I will be left stage. All you have to do is go to the back and text me when you're set and we will get the music started." Marz states moving to place a hand on Arya's shoulder.

"Alright, see you all on stage." I smile at them and walk over to the security guard, Greg, that had been assigned to keep an eye on me during the convention. I give him a little nod before following him into the hallway to the front of the auditorium and shut the door behind me. I lean on the door and take a deep breath before texting Marz that I was ready to go.

The sound of GameSquad's streaming music started to play over the speakers, it is left to play for about a minute until it fades and cuts off suddenly. Time to work.

"I cannot believe it!" I groan, stomping up the path, smiling and high-fiving people as I jog up the path and make it up the stairs and climb on stage, "Hold up a second." I pant waving my hand at the audience, making a few people giggle. "Okay, so story time!" I call, making the crowd cheer excitedly. "So, since we had the panel to do, I left this morning to meet up with the rest of GameSquad, because we all know I'm always late, so we decided that we would all stay together until the panel. But," I draw out the word while I swing from one side to the other, looking at the audience while they giggle. "We all enter PAX and within ten minutes, Jac and Kyle done disappear!-"

"I told you if we stopped we would be late-" Jac calls, jogging on stage Kyle tagging along behind him.

"I had to get that pretty thing-" Kyle says, placing a hand over his heart.

"Yeah, I pretty chocolate muffin." Jac scoffs, making the audience laugh.

"So, uh, where is Marz and Arya?" Kyle asks, moving to the left side of me while Jac stays to the right.

"I was getting there, it's nice of you to join me. So," I clasp my hands together in front of me, "as I was saying. The girls and I decided to look over some game merch for (Y/F/G), but when I turn around, I'm alone, so much for sticking together so I wouldn't be late." I laugh, "but it seems I am the only one who is on time-"

"I told you we didn't have time to look at that demo!" Arya yells, running on stage with Marz on her heels.

"I didn't think we would be gone that long!" Marz says with a laugh taking her place beside Jac while Arya moves beside Kyle. "What did we miss?"

"We were all late except TL." Kyle says, throwing an arm around Arya's shoulders.

"Guys, I think we are missing something." Jac said nudging my shoulder.

"Oh yeah, What's up guys, you're on with Timelock-"

"It's JacKlyegameplays-" Jac and Kyle say in unison

"Welcome-" Arya speaks softly

"To Oblivion." Marz calls, "And you're on-"

"With GameSquad!" We all call, making the crowd go wild. I glance down at the first row to the right and see Tom and Haz smiling and clapping with all our friends.

"Okay settle down, we originally planned on playing a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity but I forgot to pack them." Kyle says as we settle on the couches behind us.

"We decided we would do a full day of Q&A's. However, there is a twist!" Marz says with a large grin.

"We have two hashtags for you all to tweet to. You will either tweet to #TruthGS or #DareGS because after six questions, we will spin the wheel," Arya says while Jac lifts up an old farm animal wheel that has all of our names on it. "And who ever it lands on will have to do the truth or dare. However, these have to be appropriate and have to be done here in the auditorium, so behave!"

"Beehive!" Jac yells, pulling the cord on the wheel and a pig snort comes out of the speaker, "No! Why am I the pig?"

"Because you eat like one." Kyle laughs making us all join in.

"Alright, everybody," I clap my hands together, "Let's get started."

After about forty-five minutes, we are all laughing about Kyle having to switch shoes with Marz, Jac having to switch clothes Arya, and me having to pick someone in the audience to go sit on. Obviously I chose Tom, which made everyone aww and laugh.

"Alright, guys, I actually want to cut the Q&A's short for important reasons." I look at the audience before getting nudged by Kyle.

"What are you doing?" He whispers, looking at me in confusion.

"I have a surprise for everyone, but mostly you guys." I state before moving to the front of the stage. "So, for those who have been keeping up to date on videos, you all know that I am moving to London in the next few weeks. But today, I have a very important surprise for my friends here on stage, you guys in the audience, at home." I motion for someone backstage to bring out a bag.

"TL, what is this?" Arya asks, moving closer.

"Well, this is something for you guys. You guys are important in my life, as well as the people in the audience." The four look around for a minute before I reach into the bag, handing each a PS4 controller.

"PS4 controllers?" Marz asks. I don't say anything before pulling out two more from the bag.

"Why are there two more?" Kyle says. I turn and look next to me when Jac suddenly bumps my knee with his, his controller flipped upside down.

"Guys, flip over your controllers." Jac whispers causing everyone to flip over their controllers and gasp.

"They say Uncle on our controllers," Kyle squeals, pointing at Jac and back at himself.

"Marz and mine say aunt!"

"TL are you-"

"Pregnant?!"

"Tom and I are expecting a third player in our party!" I squeal, causing the audience to freak. I look down at Tom and see my friends in the audience patting Tom on the shoulder, while he laughs and smiles.

I smile at the audience, "so guys, that has been why my uploading is off for the past like three months-"

"Wait, so that day you threw up before we played Golf with Friends?" Kyle asks, leaning away.

"Pregnant!" I say, making the audience cheer. The five of us notice the sound guys giving us the signal saying that we had about thirty seconds left of our panel, "Alright guys, I did not plan my timing well enough because we are out of time!"

"Thank you all for joining us today," Jac calls

"We hope to see you at the signing." Kyle calls after.

"We love you all!" Marz and Arya yell.

"Thank you for hanging with-"

"GameSquad." The five of us stand and bow before jogging off-stage.

We exit into a back area five minutes after the crowd cleared from the auditorium. I smile as our friends come jogging over.

"Expecting player three, that was so cheesy." Sean asks, pulling me into a hug and swaying me side to side.

"We thought it was perfect for a gaming YouTuber." I laugh, pulling away to be pulled into more hugs from Mark, Ethan, Tyler, Katherine, and Amy.

"I just have one more question." Mark states, smiling playfully before clamping a hand on Tom's shoulder.

"Shoot."

"We are all aunts and uncles right?"

I laugh, Tom pulling me into his side, "Oh yeah, you all have that title unless you don't want it."

"Oh, we definitely want it." Amy giggles, smiling at Tom and I.

"C'mon guys and gals, we have to move if we want to make it to the restaurant before it closes." Tyler laughs, moving backwards toward the front. All of us follow, Tom's arm wrap around my waist.

"Only a signing then we can go home and relax."

"That's not til Sunday," I laugh.

"Well, I will say one thing, you are definitely entertaining."

"It's my job." I giggle, tugging Tom along to follow our friends to dinner.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think! Reblog and comment!

Chapter Twelve

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messedupessy · 5 years

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8 and 20 please! =D

8. Bed sharing or roommates AU?

Frikking both??? I am such a sucker for bed sharing like the whole “there was only one bed” it’s my lifeblood! and roommates omg they were roommates like frikking yeesssss its such a good trope like srs so many funny things can happen like two ppl been roommates and like friends but then becomes more and its just YES

20. Do you have a favorite fanfic or author? If so, tag them/post a link and share the love!

Oh fuck my dude my sweet mysterious anon I have so fucking many fave authors like you can’t believe because god there so many but I’mma try to name as many as I can, not sure if I should tag them eh fuck it will tag them all anyway bc why the fuck not pfft

@me-and-my-gaster my sweet bestest neighbor srs if you have yet to read any of her works you are srs missing out on some of the best stuff ever man srs go read Thunderstruck its amazing af, also Dumb its so good grngnerkjgjker

@tyranttortoise my soulmate if you don’t know about her by now then I’m sorry for you bc you need to go and check her the fuck out man yes she amaze af

@nighttimepixels Night is frikking amazing af and her Lilytale girls her genderbent takes on the skeleton boys are literally the best like holy shit i get gayer just by thinking about them

@jolie-in-the-underground Jollie is so frikking good too she might not write much UT stuff anymore as she is all about Detroit: Become Human which is prolly good af too, but still super good stuff ye

@torrikor nyxie yeeesss their stuff is so good and I am gay af for their human gal versions of the skeleton boys like srs ri ri is my wife ok fewknkjfwekj

@thefloatingstone puffythat sansby fic you got going is so srs good and I adore it to bits bc shit its so good njrgegekgkjegnjek

ok next list of ppl are mostly fontcäst etc so if that’s not your thing then I guess don’t check them out, also some write allot of naughty stuff too ye

@megalotrash megalo bb yes they are like so frikking good man just so frikking good njjfkkejkjegkjeajnjfer

@counterfeithypocriteholyshit ael bb yes their stuff is extremely dark af but god do I love it so much and they have like just barely started writing properly and its amazing af like srs you need to be stopped ael bc you are way too good too quickly and i love it jgknkwfjfkjfwe

@fresh-draws freshie can’t find your writing blog for some reason grknegjekgkjer but god his stuff is good af like srs he has so many ideas and so many boys and so darn talented bless

@ollie-oxen-free ollie you fucking shit no matter what you say you tsundere piece of shit so is your stuff like so srs fucking good and I love it af man fuck you

@alicedragons ali holy shit her stuff is amazing I was like there when she like just started and its amazing to see how far she gotten and her stuff just gets better and better and its so frikking good holy sheit man

@itsladykit Kit fucking hell your stuff is amazing af and I adore it to pieces so frikking much knfergekwgkjjekge like srs I don’t even know what to say that’s how good it is grjegnkjer

@sesurescue sesu omg she is the one who made me start to ship papby I used to not be very interested in that ship at all but now i’m just frikking sold af bc god its so good and she just amazing af yes

@keelywolfe keely is amazing af like srs so fucking good kjrjengkjkeakk and i am in awe at how fast she writes bc how the fuck can you pretty much post a chapter a day like how???? i have yet to get around to start reading her main story bc its just so much of it but the rest that i have read its really fucking good bless

@captain-shitpost cap you cappy shit your stuff is amazing af like srs luve u u meme and ur writing so good yes

And that is all I can think of at the moment I prolly got a bunch more but these are the one’s that comes to mind grkjengkegwkjngkjn xD

Tho want to give @popatochisssp and @cocofinny a special little shoutout, I have yet to properly read any of their works but I have seen other ppl’s reaction and the little bits I have actually read is srs so good and I rly need to go read your guys stuff man gerkjgnkjge

fic asks here ye

#MessedUpEssy #Essy Answers #ask thingie thing #god im so srs behind on my fic reading still #srs need to just sit down and read a bunch #but im just so tired all the time and busy with other stuff #but one day i will read it all #yes

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silverados-art · 5 years

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❤.... I luve this guy.... I dunno why.... But i still love him!....❤ ...I took my time to do this drawing at first I thought I would not finish it as I wanted ... But in the end I was satisfied ...

#deltarune #chaos king #drawing #digital drawing

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my-lovely-sketches · 6 years

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Yugioh - Ryou Bakura, Yami Bakura & Thief King Bakura for Bakushipping Bunnies!

Last round, my Bunny week is at an end! ;p Thanks for sticking with me or posting anything with these guys + bunnies (omg I luved them all)! XD

No bunnies were harmed in drawing/making of these posts ^^ please enjoy!

BONUS Chibis!

More Baku-Bunnies!

Extra Bonus: Marik-chickies!

See my other post:

Tendershipping Bunnies

Gemshipping Bunnies

*drawn in pencil, edited in photoshop*

#ryou bakura #yami bakura #thief king bakura #bakushipping #yugioh #bunny bakura #bakura #thief king #marik ishtar #yami marik #happy easter to all!

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writernocturnus · 6 years

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Dear Dad

Warning(s): Slightly ooc Loki?

Author’s Note: Thank you guys for all the support with my first Loki fic. I was not expecting it to be so well received. I hope that this second part is just as good! Enjoy!

Read Dear Loki Here! (Part I)

Loki nods and begins to walk off. Thor yells after him before deciding to run after him. He had a son to meet.

“This should be it,” Thor affirms to his brother, looking down at the piece of paper with your mother’s address on it. It was a miracle they had it, honestly. Thor had explained to Loki how he had it on the way here, but, truth be told, he wasn’t listening. “Are you ready, Brother?”

Loki ignored his brother, instead deciding to look up at the house in front of him. Taking a breath to calm his nerves, Loki finally steps forward and makes his way to the door, Thor close behind. He knocks on the door and waits.

One. Two. Three. Four. Loki counts in his head, waiting for the door to open; he can’t remember ever being so nervous.

The door creaks open just a little and a little boy about five years old is peeking out. Loki can’t help but inhale air when he sees the child; he looks just like you. His hair is the same dark color as his own, but the child’s face is shaped the same as yours, and his eyes are the same color. Loki is pulled away from his thoughts when a stern voice yells out.

“Oliver! What have I told you about opening the door? You come get me, and I’ll do it! Who knows who could be on the other side!” The door opens wider as an elderly woman appears still murmuring to herself. “Just like your mother was, you are. Refuse to listen. Hello. May I help you?” Loki is stunned at the woman’s quick change from frustrated rambling to polite small talk. Loki is about to answer when Thor cuts in in a loud voice.

“Hello, are you Mrs. Y/L/N?” He asks with a friendly smile.

“Yes. Who are you?” The woman eyes the two gods warily.

“I am Thor, son of Odin, and this is my brother Loki, son of Odin. We have come to meet Y/N’s son. My brother is the boy’s father.” Thor says all of this with great pride. Mrs. Y/L/N looks behind her and says something, and Loki can hear soft footsteps running further into the house, she then turns around.

“Come in,” she says, stepping aside to let them pass.

“So, dad, what brings you here after 5 years? Finally grow a conscience? Or did you just decide to stop by before you try destroying the state again?” Loki was taken back by your mother’s harsh demeanor, and was about to answer when she waved him off. “Never mind, I don’t wanna know. Y/N said I could trust you, so I will.” She made her way over to the couch and plopped down.

Loki made his way towards the fireplace, examining some pictures of you and Oliver that rested on the mantle. “May I meet him?” His voice is quiet, unsure, and it feels strange to him, speaking so softly.

“If he wants to meet you,” your mother says. But at Loki’s expression she adds, “I’m sure he will. I’ll go get him.” She stands up and disappears down the hallway. It feels like an eternity but she eventually returns with the young boy who had answered the door. “Ollie,” she says, “this is your dad, and that’s your uncle.” She gestures to Loki and Thor in turn. Oliver smiles at Loki and waves, and Loki can’t help but smile and wave back.

Loki takes a few steps closer to Oliver and bends down to eye level. “Hello.”

“Hi.”

Both boys fall silent for a moment, sizing the other up. That’s when Oliver’s expression changes from a wary one to a mischievous one in a matter of seconds. “Do you wanna see somethin’ cool?” Loki nods as Oliver takes his hand and leads him to his room. “This is my room,” he says, letting go of Loki’s hand to run to his nightstand. He picks up an old book and sits on his bed; he looks up at Loki expectantly. Loki takes that as an offer to sit down and cautiously makes his way over to sit beside his son. Oliver happily shows his father the book. Oliver Twist. “This was Mama’s favorite. She named me after it!”

Loki laughed. “I remember. She used to stay up all night reading it. She read it a thousand times.”

Oliver giggled, and started flipping through the pages until he stopped on one with a picture stuck in between the pages. The picture was of you and Loki; you were laughing and Loki looked less than amused. Loki picked up the picture to look at it, trying desperately to remember that moment. He couldn’t, that is until Oliver spoke up.

“I like that picture. Mama said that she liked to make fun of you, and that’s what she was doing. She said you talked funny, like you were super important,” Oliver looked up from the picture at Loki. “I’m not sure, though. You haven’t talked much.”

“That’s because you’ve done enough talking for the both of us. Your mother did that a lot, too. I’m surprised she was ever quiet long enough to realize I had something to say.” Oliver giggled.

“I have something else.”

“You do?”

“Yep!” Oliver flipped to yet another page and held out a piece of folded notebook paper. Loki opened it to find messy handwriting and a drawing of three people labeled “Me,” “Mama”, and “Daddy”. The drawing was easily supposed to be Oliver, you and himself. At the bottom of the picture there was a small note. Loki did his best to decipher the messy writing but smiled as he did so.

Dear Dad,

Happy Faters Day! Mama and me love you! I cant wait to meet you som day!

Luve, Ollie

“Do you like it?” Ollie asked timidly.

“I love it.”

#loki x reader #loki x oc #loki laufeyson x reader #marvel x reader #marvel fanfic #reader insert #loki #loki laufeyson #loki imagine #loki preference #loki oneshot #loki drabble #marvel imagine #marvel preference #marvel drabble #marvel oneshot #marvel

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kpolo-blog1 · 7 years

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Again!And again!

I would like to see what you guys request me to draw!Of course...I also repeat...Don’t make it complicated k? I luve you guys! I would like to keep it early....Would you be my valentine? :-)

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cherryblossomflowers · 4 years

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An Old Life Meets A New (Pt17)

Pairing: Jensen x Daughter, Danneel x Stepdaughter, Jared x Niece

Warnings: Slight Cussing, Angst, Fluff, Death Mentioned, Car Accident Mentioned, Anxiety/Depression, Arguing, Panic Attacks, Yelling, Fighting

Summary: After the recent death of her mother, Harper must adjust to her new life in the Ackles home, this includes a new stepmother, half-siblings, and reconnecting with her father.

A/N: What’s wrong with Jensen?? Details are important, don’t forget! No hate on Danneel or Jensen please. Feedback is greatly appreciated!

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Chapter 17

Jensen ignored Jared and continued to paint the wall. Jared knew Jensen was hiding something, and he was determined to get it out of him.

Jared laid a hand on Jensen's shoulder, "Jay, talk to me man."

Jensen shrugged him off, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about Jensen. Don't try to hide this," replied Jared with a more stern tone.

Jensen turned around and held the paint brush in Jared's face, "Stop, Jared. There's nothing to talk about."

"There obviously is, Jensen. And it has to do with Harper. You know where I'm going with this," Jared said with concern.

Jensen was angry at this point, "There's nothing to talk about Jared. Leave it be!"

Jared chuckled a bit, "Now I see where Harper gets her temper from."

Jensen didn't find it funny. He turned back to the wall to finish painting.

"Just...answer one question for me. Then I'll leave you alone," Jared said calmly.

Jensen grumbled, "Fine. One question. Better make it good."

Jared sighed and quietly asked, "Did you stop talking to Harper when JJ was born?"

Jensen paused his movements. His felt his chest tighten as his breath was sucked out from his lungs. He slowly set the paint brush down and squatted down to the floor, covering his face with his hands.

Jared walked over and set a hand on Jensen's shoulder, "Jay?"

Jensen looked up to Jared with tears in his eyes, "You have to understand, Jared. I had no choice." ----------------------- Harper walked down the hallway, past the dining area, and downstairs towards the living room where Gen, Danneel, and the kids all were.

Danneel saw her coming down the stairs and stood from her seat, "Harper? Did you guys finish?"

She shook her head, "No, Jared wanted to talk to Dad. He said they were going to finish the room."

Danneel nodded and turned back to Gen, "We were thinking about making some lunch, right Gen?"

She nodded, "Yeah, I was going to run to the grocery store and grab some sandwich stuff. Anything specific you'd like?"

Harper thought for a moment, "It's fine. I'll eat whatever you get."

Gen stood up and walked to Harper, "Really, Harper. It's okay, I don't mind. What's your favorite sandwich of all time?"

Harper stuttered, "R-really, Gen. I'll just eat-"

Gen interrupted her, "Harper, please. Let me do something for you that you like. Just this once."

Harper sighed and relaxed her shoulders, "New York Deli."

Gen smiled, "See? Was that so hard? Now, what exactly is on that?"

Harper chuckled, "It's pastrami, Swiss cheese, tomato, lettuce, mayo, and spicy mustard on rye."

Gen replied, "I think I can handle that. I love pastrami," she turned to Danneel, "Can you handle the kids while I run to the store?"

Danneel nodded, "Yeah I got this. Besides, Harper can probably help, right?"

Harper smiled, "How hard could it be?"

Gen walked over to the front door, purse in hand, "If you think of anything, call me. I'll be back in about 20 minutes."

Danneel and Harper waved goodbye to Genevieve as she walked out the door. Harper turned around and smiled at the sight in front of her.

Tom and JJ were coloring, Zeppelin and Shep were playing with some wooden blocks, and Arrow and Odette were playing with a few dolls.

Harper leaned to Danneel, "It's cute that they get along so well with Jared and Gen's kids."

Danneel smiled, "They kind of grew up around each other. It's just nice that they have friends to play with along with their siblings."

Harper sulked a bit, "I was an only child. And I wasn't exactly allowed to have friends over."

Danneel laid a hand on her back, "Well, I know it's difficult to suddenly have siblings sprung on you, but they were excited to find out they had an older sister."

That made Harper think about the previous night, "I'm sorry for how I acted at dinner last night. I wasn't exactly in the right mindset."

Danneel hugged her, "It's okay. I know you didn't mean it. Besides, JJ said you let her stay in your room last night because of the storm. That was really nice of you."

Harper crossed her arms shyly, "If I'm being honest that was more for me than her. I hate storms. I really hate to be alone during them."

Danneel smiled, "Well, regardless, it was sweet. And she was happy."

Just then, Jared and Jensen walked down the steps into the living room. Harper turned towards them and was shocked at the state of Jensen.

His eyes were bloodshot and swollen, his face blushed red, he slumped forward as if he were exhausted, and he looked absolutely wrecked as if he'd been...

Harper walked forward to Jensen, "Dad, have you been...crying?"

Jensen shook his head, "I'm fine. Don't worry about it Harper."

Harper was about to question him again when she felt a pull on her hand. She looked down and saw JJ pulling her to her. Harper looked at Jensen who nodded his head for Harper to go with JJ. Harper complied and walked with JJ over to Tom. They sat down and JJ handed Harper a crayon and a piece of paper.

Harper smiled, "What should I draw, JJ?"

JJ thought for a moment, "Well, Daddy says your from New York. Draw that!"

Harper nodded, "You got it."

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