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fuwaprince · 4 months

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👉👈 Hi friends! I have a long, serious post made just for you(!) that isn't full of spoilers, smut or mooning lawn gnomes. Please read if you can, this is a 💥 mutual aid request 💥

It has been a horribly painful and long while as most people following/keeping up with me know. and in a few days I'm going to be down $1500, which is basically all my fucking $

I can't afford Christmas for anybody, which sucks and I'm very sorry. I can't even take care of myself and haven't been, which also sucks and I'm very sorry

Landlords spontaneously raised rent on me more than halfway through this month as punishment for not getting to my house chores and not communicating, to be totally honest with you. I feel ashamed and awful about it but I didn't want to clean the place while multiple ppl living here had tested positive for COVID and kept walking around unmasked... I am not fully vaxxed because I've been too depressed to get any kind of necessary medical care done and I didn't want to catch COVID in the middle of my finals week for the semester. I woke up to being angrily and rudely bitched at first thing after the last of my finals (I passed at least). It wasn't a humanizing text. Fuck the mistreatment though. Rent is now almost doubled and it won't be lowered

There was no room for negotiation and I truly believe they've resorted to pricing me out of living here because the group of renters psychologically tormenting me wasn't effective (actually- putting a picture of my rapist on the fridge rly was super effective in getting me to isolate myself in my room all day and so was outing me as trans to the transphobic ass neighbors.... But I didn't and still don't have any place better to move out to, like the way they were hoping I would. Yes, I have looked and BEGGED btw)

I want out of here NOW, but I can't leave. I tried and had to come back because it was the best option. I can't afford to stay in a motel/hotel/BnB just to get away from them for a day or two during Christmas. I don't have any friends who I can spend the holiday with either. During the semester, I resorted to convincing classmates with keys to locked buildings to let me crash in them while they worked at night and I would leave before anybody showed up. Now that school is out, I can't do that. I don't have any family I can reach out to for support or friends who I can depend on for immediate help. I have been crying day in and day out for weeks. I have records of it posted throughout my blog. Literally crying for days on end. I'm being so fucking transparent

All that lump of text is to explain to whoever is out there, who might be listening and willing and able, to please consider helping me, if and ONLY IF able. I know times are tough and if you'd rather use your $ for other reasons or just don't have any to spare, don't sweat it and take care! 🫂

I've thought about what I could do for a long time and have helped myself how I can. It isn't enough. I've applied for so much assistance. Been approved and been sabotaged by my inhumane mom (who does not love me) via stealing my legal documents and letters and hiding them for months. My mind jumps to grim places but I'm clinging for dear life to whatever hope I have left that says things will get better. I wish I knew somebody with a business that I could work for. Part of me feels so fucking terrible for asking for help because I feel like a waste of all your resources. I feel like I shouldn't ask, like I really do not fucking deserve help, but there are friends online who care, who I know mentioned being interested in helping in whatever ways they can

So to the people who care to seriously me, I'm ready to accept it: please send me nice words to get through this and feel less alone. It feels pathetic to ask but I would love a nice letter. A nice card even. Kind words of any kind would go a long way. It means more to me than food. I have felt so broken and every day feels like a test to figure out how badly I actually want to live

I'm also leaving my cash app and paypal here in case anybody would like to do more than what I'm comfortable asking but probably very likely will inevitably need very very soon. I will be left with fucking nothing and I will have no idea what to do once rent is paid

Thank you to those of you who have sent love, offered to listen and heard me out. I really wish it wasn't so hard to survive. I'm trying to feel better knowing there are people out there who are also without help and hoping the best, but it doesn't make me feel any better or comforted tbh. I just wish the help was there for us. I wish there was a place to go for spare love, care, compassion, empathy, kindness, humanity, generosity... I need that more than I need $. Call me stupid but that's what I live for. I don't live for paying to survive in terrible conditions. I live for love and to smile with friends

I hope to write back to the friends who have already been so kind as to message me soon btw. I'm sorry for not replying sooner. Your overwhelming support is sincerely sweet and sometimes I cry because I can't believe people are so nice (to me???). It'll give me something to do that doesn't make me feel like dying! :') so thank you thank you thank you *fist bump*

Hope you're all doing as well as you can and that somehow things get better. Hope anybody else struggling like me doesn't make the mistake of isolating like a sick and dying animal. You deserve love. You deserve support. Don't be like me. Have the courage to reach out to the people who care about you for help as early on into your emergency as possible. Don't let your situation snowball because you spend so long trying to figure out if you're worth it!!! This Random Tumblr user is here to tell you that YOU ARE. Sending my infinite everlasting unconditional love. Be nice to yourselves. Be nice to each other. Fuck the hateful assholes who wish I would just kill myself already. Tell your friends you love them. Happy Holidays!!!

And here's a single picture of a mooning lawn gnome at the very end, as a treat! I told you this post wasn't full of it.... It just ended with it 👉👉

#i decided i rather write a help post rather than a suicide note or my own obituary #sorry to ask for your attention AGAIN #mutual aid #important #help #i'm very sorry #mutuals can all kick my ass once for not abandoning me during these times #i wish i had a $ goal but i do not as of now #I'm taking it a day at a time #doing my very best and trying so damn fucking hard.. please help #i rly would just like to escape and have my own tiny place one day.... some place i can live and love happily in #i was on the steets earlier this year and living out of my ex's car. i do not want to go back to that out of desperation #i have been through so much just trying to survive in place where i don't feel like i belong or welcomes me #i need help #babbling

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kitty-tea · 17 days

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Can you write a smut story with cedric where the reader is shy, introvert and not very bold (the complete opposite personality of the reader from your other cedric story) and cedric is a gentlemanly soft dom?

I'm going through a edric obsession rn and I read your other story. It was really good and well written, but I'm nothing like the reader in it, so I couldn't relate to it 🥲.

New girl

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Cedric Diggory x Muggle!reader

Summary: Cedric notices a new girl in town.

Hi sorry this is so late I started this story shortly after receiving the request in my inbox but then I kept having to rewrite and re-edit every time because I wasn’t happy with how my story was turning out, but I’m finally done!

I thought it’d be interesting to write a fanfic about Cedric with a Muggle!reader since I’ve never read any before

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral sex, nipple play, pet names, shy!reader, might contain typos, p in v sex, all characters are of age, 18+ only!

After telling his parents his plans for the day, Cedric headed out to the same familiar coffee shop in town he’d gone to since before he could remember. He expected nothing but the same tables, chairs, customers, and workers when he walked into the cafe. What he wasn’t expecting was a new employee, you.

He could see you wiping the counter, too focused on your task to notice him until he said hello. You let out a gasp. Apparently, you were one to get startled easily. You had on a black Henley top paired with matching black leggings, and your hair was in a bun that was as big as the cinnamon rolls in the pastry case with some hair left framing your blushing face.

“H-Hi, how can I help you?” Cedric thought that little tremble in your voice complemented so well with this adorable shyness you were displaying.

“I’ll take a latte and a slice of peach pie. For here.” He said, sounding cool and confident.

After you rang up his order, he took a seat not far from the counter. It was a small cafe, with enough room for only about five tables to be lined up. With there being no other customers inside, he was able to savor the silence that was occasionally broken by the sounds you made with your footsteps as you worked behind the counter.

As you brought out his food and drink, you gave him what looked to be a half smile, but it wasn’t a type of rude or lazy half-smile. It was more of a customer service smile that you weren’t trying to overdo.

“Here you go sir,” you set the plate and cup down, careful not to mess up the heart that was crafted onto the latte. Cedric thought that you did a lovely job on it, and he wanted to let you know.

“Thank you. It’s a lovely heart by the way.” He smiled.

“Oh, I’ve only just started working here a few weeks ago.” You fidgeted with your sleeves and the hem of your little apron around your waist.

“You must be new in town.” He guessed, more like stated.

“How did you know?”

“I’ve lived here my whole life. I don’t meet new people everyday.” He said. “My name’s Cedric, what’s yours?”

As quickly as you looked into his eyes and told him your name, your eyes went back to where they were looking at originally.

“Thanks again,” He tried making eye contact with you to ease you up, but it apparently had the opposite effect as you kept looking down and nodded before retreating to the counter.

Cedric was used to girls at school throwing themselves at him and following him around like a lost puppy. Now it was his turn to be the lost puppy.

Cedric told himself that he wasn’t technically stalking you since he liked to go to that particular cafe since before you started working there. It was his little routine during the summer holidays for him to sometimes walk over there and get breakfast. It also happened that he noticed that you were there almost every weekday for the opening shift.

It caught him by surprise when he was taking a late afternoon walk around town and he saw you coming out of the cafe after it was scheduled to close. You huffed as your purse fell from your shoulder. Before you could bend down to pick it up, Cedric had it in his hand, ready to hand it over to you.

“Thank you.” You said as your eyes met his. “It’s Cedric, right?”

“Yeah, you remembered my name.” He let the corners of his eyes crinkle in its own way of smiling. “You just got done closing?” He asked, pointing to the sign that said “closed” just because he loved to awkwardly point out the obvious in front of a pretty girl.

“I had to cover for someone today. Normally, I work the opening shift.” You were still holding onto that habit of occasionally looking down while in his presence.

“I see.” He nodded. He had to come up with another question to keep you talking. “How do you like it here?”

“It’s nice and quiet. Although I’ve seen some strange families around here.” Strange families? He knew exactly which strange families you were referring to because he was a part of one of them.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with people who are different. They’re what makes this town unique.” You said quickly, as if you were worried you insulted his hometown.

“Yeah, I pretty much grew up with this entire town, I know what you mean.” Cedric said. He then reminded himself that he got so distracted by talking to you that he forgot that you had to get home. “Sorry if I’m holding you up. It was nice talking to you. I’m sure you have to get home.”

“It’s okay. I was actually going to the park.”

“Me too.” No he wasn’t. “Maybe we can go there together?”

“Really? I wouldn’t want to impose.” You looked down at your worn out shoes.

On the short walk to the park, you and Cedric talked and got to know each other. He told you all about his life except for the part about him being a wizard and how he used to attend a magical boarding school while you told him about how you and your parents moved here from a big city after you had finished school.

As the first sign of sundown became visible, you and Cedric said your goodbyes to each other, but before you could leave, he asked you, “Would you like to go out with me sometime this week? Like on a date?” He assumed from your conversation with him that you had no current boyfriend, so the chances of you saying yes were increased. Unless, he was wrong and some other guy had asked you out already which he would feel down about if it were true.

“Are you sure you want to go out with me?” You started fidgeting with your sleeves, blushing.

“Absolutely.” He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, making you look up at him. He wanted to melt as soon as you made eye contact with him, showing the sparkle in your eyes.

“What time do you get off work?” Cedric asked.

“At one.” You said.

“Perfect. I’ll meet you there tomorrow.” He cupped your cheek in his large hand and placed a light kiss there.

As he was laying in bed, Cedric looked out at the dark ceiling above him. The last thing he remembered before closing his eyes was that he was thinking about your beautiful smile and how couldn’t wait to see it again.

A couple months had passed in his new relationship and Cedric dreaded having to be subjected to his parents’ questioning about how he was going to tell you he was a wizard, or if he’d already told you which was why he didn’t bother telling them he was seeing someone. He knew when the time was right, he’d tell you everything you needed to know about him. You had given him no reason to feel as if you’d judge him no matter what. He was lucky you weren’t one of those nosey girls to pester him about meeting his family or ask of any secrets he might be hiding.

The day did come when he felt ready to tell his parents that he was seeing a Muggle. Of course they knew he was seeing someone. It’s a parent’s job to know everything about their kids, so it was inevitable that they’d want to meet you.

It was on one of your days off that Cedric invited you to lunch in his home with his parents.

He had warned you his parents were a bit unusual themselves, but you assured him not to worry. What he didn’t tell you was that they were the way they were because they were wizards who weren’t very knowledgeable about Muggles.

As soon as you hopped off your bike in front of Cedric’s house, you noticed the lack of cars in the driveway, something you weren’t used to seeing in front of other homes, but you brushed it off.

You were happy meeting his parents was without a hitch. Mr. and Mrs. Diggory told you what a delight you were to have around as well as saying you seemed like the right girl for Cedric.

After his parents left to go attend to magical business (not that you needed to know what it was) Cedric was alone with you in his bedroom.

“What’s this, Cedric?” You asked as you pointed to a Mooncalf plushie he forgot to hide in his closet. His eyes widened even more than the plushie’s as realization sunk into him.

“It’s… just something I drew as a kid and my parents made it into a toy.” He came up with that excuse.

“It’s so adorable! I love how big its eyes are! Can I hold it please?” You begged. He didn’t see any harm in it. It wasn’t like you stumbled upon the real thing.

Once he nodded in approval, your smile widened as you grabbed the toy off the bookshelf and wrapped your arms around it.

“Aww, I wish this was a real animal, don’t you?” Cedric thought you looked adorable when you were mesmerized like you were at that moment.

Of course they’re real. They’re magical creatures called Mooncalves. He wanted to tell you.

“But you’re real. And way cuter than that thing.” He took the plushie out of your hands as he placed it back into its proper place before stepping forward and encircling his hands around your waist. You blushed at the close proximity of your faces before the both of you felt your lips being pulled to each other’s.

As you continued making out with Cedric, you started to feel a dull ache between your thighs that only got stronger.

It was only when he heard a soft moan come out of your mouth that he pulled away and looked at your flushed face.

“Do you want to take this further?” He asked, searching all over your face for any sign of discomfort. It wasn’t that you were uncomfortable, you were shy and unsure of how to proceed with what was going on, but you still felt like you could trust Cedric.

After giving him consent by nodding your head, he led you to his bed where your back hit the soft mattress. A tiny whimper escaped you as you felt what you assumed was his erection bumping against your clit through the thin cotton of your shorts, sending a powerful, tingling sensation throughout your body.

“Does that feel good, Sweetheart?” Cedric’s deep voice brought you back from your pleasure-induced mini-trance. “I can give you more.”

“O-Okay.” Your response came out as a choked out whisper. Cedric was a patient person. He took his time admiring how sweet you looked as he slid each piece of clothing off your body until he unhooked your bra, which made you instinctively cover yourself.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, please.” His voice sounded like a gentle plea as he pried your arms off your chest. “You’re beautiful. I want to give them the love they deserve.” He cupped his large hand around one of your breasts, giving it a light squeeze.

You let your eyelids close as he continued massaging both of your breasts, giving them equal attention until you felt something warm and wet around one of your hardened nipples. The sensation of your nipple being sucked on felt too good for you to keep quiet.

The sweet little noises coming out of your pretty mouth did nothing to soothe the painful erection restricted in Cedric’s clothes. He needed more, and he could sense you did too.

With a plop, his mouth left your nipple, and you opened your eyes, a noise between a breathless sigh and a moan leaving you.

“How about I take off my clothes? Would that make you feel better?” Cedric asked as he ran the back of his pointer finger over your heated cheek. You nodded.

How could he say no to your cute face with your lips pouted looking like you were ready to suck on his cock?

You watched him like he was the most exciting thing in the world as he stripped off his T-shirt and jeans, revealing his muscles. He gave you a brief smile before hooking his fingers beneath the band of his underwear and pulling them down.

You couldn’t stop yourself from gasping, your eyes going wider than they’d ever been, making Cedric smirk at the effect he had on you.

He intertwined his fingers through your hair as he used his other hand to guide your face upwards until you were in a kneeling position with his dick in front of your face, less than an inch away from your lips.

“Come on, Sweetheart, let me see those pretty lips suck me off.” You let another soft gasp escape you as he put his thumb on your bottom lip slowly prying your mouth open.

He couldn’t comprehend how he so badly wanted to just lose it right there and shove his dick straight into your warm mouth and feel your throat closing and gagging around him. That wasn’t going to happen now because he reminded himself that he had to be patient with you and let you adjust and get comfortable, something he was also willing to do, reveling in your innocence and shyness.

“That’s it, good girl.” He praised you as you reached out with your tongue to lick the tip before wrapping your lips around it completely. “Just like that. You can go deeper if you’re ready.”

The feeling of having a cock inside your mouth was completely new to you, but it wasn’t unpleasant. You took a few experimental licks before deciding you enjoyed how the round tip felt on your tongue. You were curious and excited to find out how the rest of him would feel, so you wasted no time in running your tongue along the entire length, eliciting a deep groan from him.

“Was that good?” Your voice squeaked out, the loud plop of your lips disconnecting from him bringing him out of his thoughts.

“It was perfect.” Even though he didn’t get to cum, Cedric told himself it was okay. Maybe next time. He had already made up his mind about wanting to do this with you again.

“Why don’t I take a turn and make you feel good this time?” He ran his fingers through your hair before letting them trail along your neck before pushing you back towards the pillow you previously propped up against.

“I can take these off.” His thumb circled along the front of your panties before feeling your clit through the cotton. “I really want to see all of you.”

You were quickly starting to get dizzy from the pleasure of having Cedric rubbing the swollen, aching nub between your legs. The only thing on your mind at that moment was how good it felt to have that soft pressure on that sensitive area.

Cedric couldn’t get enough of staring at the blissed out expression on your face. He knew he was experienced enough with his fingers to be able to make you cum just from that if he wanted to.

Instead, he pulled his fingers away just before tugging your panties down, letting the delicate material glide along your soft thighs before tossing them in the same pile as your other clothes.

Before you could think about closing your legs, Cedric grabbed one of your ankles and maneuvered it so that his torso was between your thighs.

One look was all it took to know your pussy was already wet and eager for him to insert something into it. He could start small with one finger and add more until he stretched you out good enough before you were ready.

“How does this feel?” He asked you as he inserted his pointer finger into your hole.

“I want more… please?” It took him by surprise to hear how needy, but small your voice sounded, but he was more than eager and willing to fulfill your wants, so he added a second finger and curled it upwards.

That was when your eyes widened and your mouth started to twitch around a high-pitched whimper.

“Right there! Please!” You pleaded for him to give you more of that pleasurable sensation with his fingers, but unfortunately he pulled away, making you gasp at the new emptiness.

“Is this all for me?” Cedric asked as he brought his fingers to your face. Your wet and sticky juices coated them, its shine and gloss thick, making his fingers almost look like a sweet treat. It might as well have been just that for Cedric, having popped them into his mouth. You watched in awe as he licked off every drop of your arousal from his fingers without breaking eye contact with you.

“Darling, I think it’s time both of us give each other pleasure.” He smiled at you as he leaned forward, using one arm to prop himself up as he nudged the tip of his hard cock against your folds.

“Don’t you agree?” His deep voice whispered through your ear, making you melt as you lazily nodded along.

Holding onto the soft flesh of your hips, Cedric sheathed himself inside of you.

“Oh bloody hell, you feel so good.” He grunted as he felt your walls squeezing around him. “You’re doing so well.”

With his encouragement, you were prompted to become more responsive as you started to pant and moan louder with each thrust that became quicker. That was when you felt a pressure inside you start to build up.

To make that pressure even more intense, Cedric started rubbing your clit in circles. Your body was so close to convulsing around his dick at this point. It couldn’t have been more than ten seconds that you had shut your eyes as the pleasure overtook your entire body, and you saw stars behind your eyelids.

“Oh my God… Cedric!” You gasped. “I just finished…” You ended the sentence with a whisper.

“I’m almost there too, Angel.” He said to you with that same hushed tone as he continued to thrust into you with the same deep but measured pace as before until he gripped the pillow next to your head. A loud grunt left his throat as he bit his lip.

As if he had momentarily lost control of himself and regained it, he slipped out of you before he stroked himself one last time.

You looked down at your breasts and stomach where he had spilled himself and then up above you where he was catching his breath.

He let his head hang low above your shoulder, while your fingers glided over his back once. He returned the action except this time his agile fingers started at your cheek then your neck and shoulder before ending at the curve of your waist. He continued this a handful of times, seeing as how it seemed to soothe you, compelling your eyelids to shut slowly.

When a couple of minutes had passed without a peep from you and Cedric was absolutely sure you were asleep, he dug his wand out from his bedside drawer before casting a spell, cleaning the both of you up before tucking you under the blanket and joining you with his arm around you.

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spacexseven · 1 year

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yaaaay tuna time tuna time. ok so the manga is I Love Amy and its about a yandere girl making friends with the lesbian mc to get closer to her male crush but finds herself really enjoying spending time with her. very good stuff highly recommend. anyway I will be scalping this whole plot for my brainrot! as I'm basing this off a wlw manga please read yan and darling as being the same gender (ex: dazai with a male darling, higuchi with a female darling) thank u.

so, following the aforementioned plot, darling actually starts out as yans TARGET instead of yans crush, accidentally getting on their radar by being seen talking to yans current obsession one too many times during routine reconnaissance (stalking). obviously they need to get rid of them! theyre getting in the way! crush shouldn't ever talk to anyone else but them!!!!

when local freak loner weirdo yan suddenly asks if you want to hang out with them, alone, it occurs to you that you should be a little more cautious- but, truth be told, you've had a crush on them for a while... and you know its probably impossible that they swing your way, but couldn't hurt to give it a shot, right?

with this in mind (and lowkey kinda entranced by how pretty they are up close), you agree.

lucky for you theyre perceptive enough to sniff out that ur a fruit and thus a complete non-threat, so you live another day! and, to their surprise, they find themselves kind of enjoying hanging out with you.

yadda yadda yadda, the two of you strike a deal to help them get in good with their crush, theyve had pretty bad luck with this so far, but they seem to like YOU, so you can get them some one-on-one time! you're pretty bummed you were right about the person you like not being interested, but hey! theyre still your friend! as long as they can be happy, you’ll be happy for them! on their end, theyre just using you (or so they think). sure, you’re ok to hang out with or whatever, but your companionship doesnt mean anything compared to their crush. once they get what they want, youre pretty much donezo.

i wont go on for too much longer about this here but im sure you get the idea, over spending time with them as friends and dedicating so much of your time to trying to help them find their happiness, yan starts turning their attention on YOU instead. they find themself getting irritated when they catch you talking to other boys/girls, what did you suddenly get a s/o or something? are you gonna stop hanging out with them? you cant DO that youre their ONLY friend! or they’ll surprise themself by desperately wanting to pass up spending time with crush to go stay with you instead. or getting REALLY REALLY mad when they see people being rude to you when they used to not care. little things like that. i feel like this concept could be really good for soft yan stuff but you COULD make it darker if you wanna.

characters i think would work with this: bsd - dazai (specifically pm dazai cuz hes a freak with no social skills), akutagawa, poe, ranpo, sigma, higuchi, gin, lucy. genshin - childe, scaramouche, albedo, cyno, eula, ei (i feel a modern au would work best for ei here), rosaria, shenhe

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something about the holidays has fried my brain but i cant let your asks go unanswered any longer !!!!! p.s i love amy is just wonderful thank you for the rec ^^ im just gonna go over this with childe because you deserve genshin content from me :< spoilers for childe's real name (tho i think everyone knows it by now lol) unedited!

context: X is the person ajax likes (as you can tell i am very good at coming up with names :>) some things here are taken from i love amy so give it a read !! it's totally worth it i promise~

at the time, you couldn't come up with a single reason why ajax had approached you all those days ago, accompanied only by a menacing look. in fact, you could still recall how the malice in his eyes deepened once he caught sight of you stumbling your way over in his direction.

you had heard the rumors about him (like everyone else had), and while you didn't want to judge someone because of what others had to say, you couldn't deny the fear that consumed you when he stared at you with thinly veiled distaste—right after interrogating you about your relationship with the person you had just been conversing with. it occurred to you far too late that ajax had witnessed the conversation between you and X, and now you were about to be at the receiving end of the terrors you had only heard of in passing.

your brain went into overdrive thinking of an answer. childhood friends? what if he got jealous that you spent so much time with X, time he couldn't have? but if you lied about not knowing X, he'd come after you anyway if he found out the truth, right? so you tried to come up with a lukewarm answer, something to show that you weren't trying to meddle with his…potential relationship. whether you said the two of you were partners for a project, neighbors or family friends, whatever it was, it worked in convincing him that you weren't interested.

but it worked too well, as you soon came to realize, after noticing how ajax was attached to you constantly. at your response, he had lit up and quickly pulled you closer, declaring you would help him by gathering information and helping him plan for the perfect date (and of course, there was not a single moment of consideration for your say in the matter)

even though you insisted over and over again that you'd be no help, with no experience in dating or flirting with anyone, let alone someone as popular as X, and claiming you weren't close enough with them to ask such detailed questions, ajax was far from bothered. perhaps, in his eyes, you were the perfect sidekick—obedient enough to drag around like a sulking pet, but not so compliant that you weren't of some use, at the very least for entertainment. and maybe, just maybe, because he was starting to feel a little lonely.

what he didn't know at the time was that you, despite all the warnings and whispers, had a crush on him. you reasoned with yourself that most people would fall for him, if not for his fixation with X. and although you knew he was 100% infatuated with someone else, you had foolishly thought it wouldn't be the worst idea to be his friend. you had hoped that hanging out with him and being faced with the reality that he would never look twice at you would work as a bitter yet effective remedy to the flustered racing of your heart and the fluttering sensation that seized you.

surprisingly, ajax made for decent company, disregarding the pain of unrequited affection. all your time together was mostly spent talking about X, which you never complained about, but you also learned a little about him, like the fact that he had younger siblings and that he participated in a lot of archery competitions. it occurred to you for a moment, that given his track record, ajax being so well-versed with a weapon probably wouldn't end well, but you shut down that thought almost immediately. he may talk about wanting X all for himself and may have some concerning fantasies, but even he wouldn't go to such lengths, right?

the more time you spent with him, however, the fewer opportunities you actually had to talk to X. still, despite how little use he had for you, ajax still kept you by his side. maybe it was, in his eyes, a good thing that you were staying away from X. some part of you itched to tell him that you wouldn't betray him like that...not like it mattered to him. you knew he was only using you, either as an information source or a test subject, and even if it hurt to know he'd never care about you like he did X, you never once considered distancing yourself from him

you liked to think that he liked your company too, at least as an acquaintance. after all, since that first encounter, he hadn't threatened to snap your arm if you didn't tell him everything you were talking to X about. maybe that time he dragged you away mid-conversation with your friend should have been alarming, or maybe that other time when you woke up tied to a chair in his basement ("don't worry," he had brushed off your concerned look, "i only did this because you kept saying you were too busy to come over. anyways…") should have sent you running, but you justified it to yourself as his odd way of watching out for you.

or more likely, the warning signs just flew over your head because you couldn't imagine that he would be as creepy as the rumors said. you did idolize him to an extent that you tried to justify all his strange habits. it didn't matter much, anyway, since you were well aware this arrangement was temporary—you were only serving as replacement company until he finally got with X, and then your presence in his life would instantly be shut out.

because you were under the impression that it was all temporary, you didn't mind, even when he started overstepping into your personal matters. more than once you had to cancel meet-ups with friends in favor of spending time with him, and the few times you did manage to be away from him, ajax would interrogate you about every detail of your day without him, and at the very end would demand you tell him if you enjoyed being away from him, scowling until you placated him.

and then, the 'practice dates' started feeling a little too real. with him insisting on feeding you spoonfuls of dessert and latching onto your hand uncomfortably tight. but honestly, you couldn't complain, even if you knew something was wrong. going out with X didn't seem as much of a priority as it was a way to convince you that he desperately needed your help in 'practicing'.

all this while, you were under the impression your role was simply to be a good friend to ajax. naturally, when you had an opportunity to talk to X again after such a long time, you jumped to take it. what you didn't expect was for ajax to come up behind you, gently moving you aside to instead tower over X, glaring at the person he'd been pining over so desperately. the words that left him next were similar to the ones you heard all those months ago, except, these were the last words you expected him to say.

"you," he spat out, "what the hell were you talking to [name] about?"

bonus because i have too many thoughts about this :>

you getting an s/o. ajax is upset for many reasons. a) you never told him that you liked someone b) were you really going on weekly dates with your new partner?? you never even hung out with him that consistently! what, were you throwing away your friend just for this new guy? and c) how could you leave him behind like this?! suddenly, your new s/o is bombarded with the sensation that someone was constantly glaring at them, and then at every corner, ajax is standing there...just...watching. maybe he was just shy?

you manage to convince X to give him one chance. one date, so he can try to win them over. what you don't expect is for ajax to try stalling. he comes up with reasons for more practice dates, asks you for more 'tips', and if he absolutely has to go, he doesn't do anything that he was supposed to. the date is a fail, despite all the practicing he did. to you, he claims it was the nerves that got to him. come on, comrade! you gotta help him practice more now!

#yandere tartaglia #ask 🐟#anon 🐟#dazai 🩹 🐟#genshin 🐟#drabble 🐟#tartaglia 🐟#yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere tartaglia x reader #yandere childe x reader #yandere childe #i wanted to try with the other characters #but i have this thing where i must read all the lore etc about a character to write about them #and im not too familiar with most of the genshin characters And i hvae still yet to meet scara lol

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faerietells · 1 year

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Part 1: Dragons and Festivals (Cael)

Growing up, you've heard the tales of the dragons that live in the mountains close to your small town. They said that if you ventured too far into the woods, you might encounter one of them and since they do not react kindly to getting their territory invaded, there are warning signs placed all over the woods to warn people when they’re getting close to the dragons’ territory along with some fences to prevent them from going there. As a young child, you were very curious about them and you used to wish that you could see them up close somehow. You were naive, thinking that somehow you’d be able to befriend at least one should you ever see them. So, in attempt to find a dragon, you would sneak into the woods everyday, even going as far as climbing the fence just for the small chance that you might actually get a glimpse of them. In hindsight, that wasn’t the smartest thing to do but then again you did a lot of questionable things back then.

Now that you’re older, you’ve brushed off the tales as simply just that. Tales. Why would you think otherwise? After all, in all of the twenty eight years that you’ve lived in the same town, never once you’d seen a dragon in the sky despite how they’re supposedly very large and hard to miss. It became very clear to you that the signs and the fence are just there to prevent people— especially children— from going too far into the woods as you’ve heard about bear and mountain lion sightings beyond the fence. You were very lucky to never encounter any of them during your reckless adventures as a young child and you don’t intend to push your luck any further. That's why these days the only reason you'd go the the woods is to visit your beloved flower field to calm your mind and you've never tried to go further. Not that you'd have time to explore the woods, anyway.

Indeed, you’ve been very busy. You’ve taken over your family’s business as your father’s getting old and someone needs to keep the bakery running. Your town might not be the most luxurious small town in the region, but it is a tourist spot due to the dragon rumors and festivals. That said, since apparently your bakery is one of the recommended places for tourists to visit, you’d have them coming into your place everyday. It’s especially hectic during this time of the year and as the Pumpkin Festival is approaching, you’ve noticed how the number of tourists grew by the day. As much as you enjoy meeting new people and hearing their stories, having to deal with so many people at once could get really tiring, especially when you have the displeasure of meeting rude customers. Not to mention that one of your employees got really sick and can’t go to work for a while so you have to fill in for them too on top of doing your usual work. Just the thought of those things really tempt you to close the bakery for a few days before the festival but unfortunately for you, you need to be a responsible business owner and keep the bakery running.

“Do you want me to help out? It’s not like I have anything better to do,” your best friend, Cael, offered after he listened to you vent. He’s laying down next to you on the blanket you’ve placed on the ground while the two of you hang out in your beloved flower field, enjoying the calm and serene scenery before you.

“Are you sure you don’t have any work left that you need to finish?” you frowned, knowing full well that his arts are always in high demand. He barely had any time to hang out with you lately and although he did say that his work is finally done for the week, you can’t really be sure whether he really doesn’t have another unfinished projects or not since he could be clumsy and forgetful sometimes.

“Nope. I’m taking a break,” he told you as he got up into a sitting position. “Trying to avoid burnout and all that.”

“Huh. You’re taking a break and yet you’re offering to help out during holiday season?” you questioned his logic with a raised eyebrow, the corners of your mouth curling into a mischievous smile as you took this opportunity to tease him. “You could’ve just said you want to see me more often, you know? Damn, Cael, I didn’t know you like me that much.”

“Shut up. I’m being nice over here,” he responded with a small laugh, giving your shoulder a slight nudge with his own as you let out a snort at his response.

“Well, I guess if you’re absolutely certain that you don’t have anything else to do and you actually want to help me out then who am I to turn away a helping hand? You’ll have to let me pay you, though,” you bargained, knowing full well how he would fight you about it later if you don’t discuss about it now.

As expected, he huffs disapprovingly. “We’re friends, (name). You don’t need to pay me.”

“I do and I insist. I can’t possibly allow you to work here all day and not pay you. That wouldn’t be right,” you reasoned. He looks like he wants to argue but he decided to close his mouth with this thoughtful look on his face. “Please?” you leaned closer, giving him the best puppy eyes you could’ve mustered.

“That’s just not fair,” he complained, but much to his dismay you didn’t back down. Eventually he realized he’s not getting anywhere with you and he just let out a defeated groan, unable to go against the pleading look you gave him. “Ugh, fine. Whatever, you can pay me if that’s what it takes for you to accept my help.”

Despite his attempt to look annoyed, he can’t help but smile fondly when you cheered with delight and clung to his arm. How could he be annoyed when you seemed so excited to spend more time with him? Really, even to say that you’re excited would be an understatement to describe how you really feel since this would be the first time the two of you work together. You could barely even wait for tomorrow to come.

Perhaps this week wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

As the sky is slowly getting dark, the two of you decided to call it a day. You were just starting to pack up your things when you spotted the familiar lavender dragon keychain on Cael's bag. That keychain was your first gift to him and it both warmed your heart and surprised you to see that not only he still has it, but he also seemed to take great care of it. Seeing it again after all these years really brought back memories and with it, you came to remember the unanswered question that you’d almost forgotten.

Unlike you, Cael did not grow up here. He came to your town four years ago to get some inspiration for his painting and like most people that decided to live here, he also decided to stay for good as he greatly enjoyed the friendly atmosphere of the town. Strangely enough, despite being a newcomer back then, you noticed that he’d never tried to ask you about the dragon stories or even brought up anything about it at all. At first you simply assumed that perhaps he's just uninterested with dragons in general. Dragons are majestic creatures, it is true, but you know they’re not everyone’s cup of tea. However, your assumption was proven wrong when you had the bright idea of gifting him that keychain.

You really didn’t mean anything by it, you just thought that it looked cute and would look good on his bag. Alas, the way to hell is truly paved with good intentions as you quickly realized how your gift seemed to have triggered something in him and not in the good way. You vividly remember how odd he sounded when he thanked you for it and despite his attempt to give you a smile, you could tell that he was really uncomfortable. He even avoided eye contact with you and although he tried his best to pretend like everything was fine, you were not that foolish. He was clearly rattled by your gift and until this day you have no idea why. You did try to ask but he never truly answered your question and eventually you just dropped the subject since you didn’t want to cause him any more discomfort than you already had.

Now that you remember this, you can't help but wonder if he actually dislikes dragons and only keeps the keychain for the sentimental value. Has he ever seen one, then? you wondered as you stared at him. It’s been years since you gave him the keychain and although he still never really brought up anything about dragons to you, he never looked bothered by dragon themed things anymore so maybe now is the right time to ask about it.

“Have you ever seen a dragon before, Cael?” you decided to take your chances, unable to contain your curiosity any longer. You’re aware that he used to travel a lot so he must’ve seen a lot of things during that period of time. Who’s to say he’s never seen a real life dragon before? Maybe he even had bad experience with them, which would explain why he had such a negative reaction to your gift back then.

Surprisingly to you, he didn’t seem upset this time. He just chuckled in amusement as he looks over his shoulder to meet your gaze. “That’s an odd question. Where is this coming from?”

“Just wondering,” you answered vaguely, not wanting to make him uncomfortable by bringing up his reaction to the dragon keychain you gave him. “You’ve been to a lot of places before you came here so I was wondering whether you've ever seen an actual dragon before. I mean, you always seemed to be uninterested in the dragon stories. I thought maybe it's because you've seen one yourself and you know what they say is a load of nonsense.” You watched his expression closely to gauge his reaction. "Have you?"

He hums as he thought about it, his neutral expression unfortunately doesn't offer you any insight of what might be going on in his head. “I don’t know. I don’t think I have?”

“What do you mean you don’t think you have? You either have seen them or you don’t.”

That earned you a raised eyebrow from him. “Do you not know? When they’re old and powerful enough, dragons could shapeshift to their heart’s content. So who’s to say we’ve never met a dragon disguised as something else?” he asked half-jokingly. This definitely caught you by surprise. Dragons can shapeshift? This is news to you and you’re not sure if it’s a good one.

“Have I lost my mind or did you just really say that dragons can shapeshift?”

“Wait, you really didn’t know?” Now it’s his turn to look bewildered as he gave you the same baffled look you have on your face. “With the amount of dragon themed souvenirs in this town, I thought you’d know this. The older dragons get, the more powerful they’d become and after a while they’d be able to do a lot of things including shapeshifting.”

“Is that really true?”

“It is. You know how I once became a Court Enchantress’ apprentice for a short period of time, right? Well, she used to be really obsessed with dragons and one of the things she taught me was that powerful dragons are able to shapeshift in order to travel more freely and avoid attracting attention. I'm sure you can easily find that information in any book about dragons too if you're interested to know more.”

Your mouth hung open in disbelief as you tried to process that information. Now that you know this, you realize he was right. Who’s to say you’ve never met any dragons before? What if the tales are true but the only reason why you’ve never seen them before is because they’re in another form? What if the bear sightings are actually dragon sightings after all? The possibilities are truly endless and you're not sure whether that's a good thing or not.

Cael linked his arm to yours, bringing your attention back to him. “No need to worry yourself. Even if there are dragons among us I doubt they mean any harm. I assure you, if a dragon wishes to harm you, you’d know. They’re not exactly known for having great impulse control.”

You slowly nod as you thought about his words. It makes sense, you suppose. Why would a dragon pretend to be nice when they could just eat you whole without leaving any trace? As unsettling as it is, at least now you know that even if you’d ever unwittingly interacted with a dragon, you’d never pissed them off even once considering you’re still alive and well. Glass half full, right?

You sigh as you leaned against Cael for comfort, unaware of the troubled look he gives you when he’s certain you’re not looking. You didn’t seem to suspect anything strange from him when you asked him the question and he’s pretty sure he hasn’t given you any reason to. It’s strange, though. He should’ve felt relieved after confirming that you don’t find him suspicious at all but he doesn’t feel relieved at all. Instead, he feels sick. Guilt starts to gnaw at his conscience as he sees how much you trust him and suddenly the secret feels like poison to him. Does he deserve your trust? He means no harm, of course not. But would you believe him if you knew?

He averts his gaze from you as he tries not to think too much about it. Perhaps one day he’ll tell you the truth, but that day is not today.

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jujutsubaby · 2 days

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congrats on your milestone sweetie!!! a hot white mocha with oat milk, and a slice of the rose milk cake from maison rose would be lovely 🌹 thanks! 🤗

a/n. thank u for participating babe xx i really appreciate it. your ask was giving xmas/holiday szn so i decided to riff off of that hehe enjoy ~

🌹 WELCOME TO MAISON ROSE ! 🌹

🤍 PAIRING. mikasa

🤍 WORD COUNT. 1.4k+

what sucks more than having to work during the holidays? no, really, you’re waiting for an answer while you’re cleaning up another spill on the counter for the third time this morning. how are people this careless about leaving their drinks near the ledge?

not only that, but you have to do an expert job of cleaning or else your boss, mr. clean freak levi ackerman, would tear you a new one. god, you wish you had made better plans in advance.

and to make matters worse, eldians rarely believed in using the holidays to stay at home and relax. rather, it was a time of festivities and late night gatherings @ paradis’ trendiest cafe: maison rose.

okay, sure you’re sounding bitter right now and not at all in the holiday spirit but you have a good reason and it’s that you miss marley and your family, but alas, it was your choice to “find yourself” and you just happened to find yourself enjoying making delectable drinks and pastries with levi during his retirement.

you take a look at your watch. 11:30pm. two more hours until closing. you can do this. at this point, people were already wrapping up their conversations and heading back to someone’s house, so you’ve been spending most of the time touching up the cake display and cleaning the coffee bar.

as you’re loading up the dirty dishes into the back, you hear the laughter of your least favorite customer. okay, let’s get all the formalities out of the way: you love and cherish every customer equally and you strive to make the best drink every day. but you would be lying if you didn’t think about using the expired milk on eren jeager’s cafe au lait every time he visits.

it’s not that he’s rude or mean…just a bit too brash and uncomely for your liking. you finally see him and his friends walking towards the counter to order: armin, jean, connie, and…some (gorgeous? ethereal?) raven-haired maiden you’ve never seen before. what’s a girl like her doing with a crass, uncultured, oafish guy like —

“‘sup babygirl, y’miss me?” eren says, winking at you and effectively derailing your train of thought. you stop staring at the girl like some juvenile teenager and focus back on eren. he’s wearing a black supreme hoodie, and you’re pretty sure it’s fake. you roll your eyes.

“what do you want, jaeger?” you ask, annoyed at his greeting for you.

he frowns at your unwelcoming response. “why’re you acting like you don’t know your favorite customer’s drink?”

you raise an eyebrow. “so one iced bleach latte for you?”

“i bet that would actually be so good because i know levi keeps the good cleaning shit in the back.” he says, without missing a beat.

“can you guys not do your usual antics tonight? it’s literally a holiday here…” you turn around to see levi with crossed arms glaring at both you and eren, and you both nod your head and play nice to not scare the customers away. you quickly start jotting down the orders of everyone with eren, but you only paid attention to one particular order.

a hot white mocha latte with a slice of rose milk cake on the side. the same rose milk cake you had spent hours this morning decorating, and had only one slice left. was it super delusional for you to think that this was meant to be? a raven haired maiden to request the very last piece of your hard work?

you got so caught up in your fantasies (read: slight delusions) that you forgot to ask for her name.

you pride yourself in preparing your drinks with care and detail, but for some reason, you found yourself frothing the milk a little extra longer for the white mocha, and being extra precise pouring the latte art.

you call eren’s name for the drinks and he gets up to receive them. a thought pops into your head, and you know it’s gonna hurt you more than eren to say it, but…fuck it, it’s the holidays anyway.

“eren, wait.” you hesitate to say, not even realizing you were holding a silent breath. your hands clam up. “uhh, who’s…that girl you’re with?”

just as expected, a sinister smirk forms on eren’s face as he sneaks a glance back at mikasa who’s chuckling at something connie has said. “oh? you mean mikasa? why’d ya wanna know? does someone have a cruuussh–”

“shut…up, jaeger!” you hush him, not wanting anyone else in the cafe to hear. “i don’t have a crush on her okay, god forbid i wanna know my customer’s names, jeez…”

“oh, okay, then you’re fine if i admit to you she’s my girlfriend?” you practically drop the last precious slice of rose milk cake from the plate you’re holding. ain’t no fucking way she’s with him…

“you’re lying,” you say definitely, calling our eren’s bluff.

“okay, yeah, i am. but still, that means you dig her, oooo~”

you regret this already. oh well, at least you tried. “just take your stupid drinks and go.” and for once, eren does as you say.

you notice eren’s party stays longer than most other people, and it’s probably because of their close history with levi, who has been making the rounds to say hello to his old survey corps colleagues.

as the two hours dwindle down to minutes, you’re almost done wiping down the countertops and unloading the dishes. levi leaves upon your insistence that he enjoy a night out with erwin and hange, despite his groaning and moaning about just wanting to go home, so it’s on you to close up shop.

you wave goodbye to eren’s friends, and scrunch your nose up in disgust at eren. however, you notice the most peculiar thing: mikasa waving them goodbye whilst staying behind. you’re confused, wasn’t she…?

mikasa collects her plate and cup and meets you across the countertop. she looks so pretty wearing a tight fitted stop and baggy ripped jeans, that you almost don’t register her greeting you.

“hey, sorry i’m bringing in these plates so late, i know you must be dying to go home…”

“oh! um, don’t worry about it, it’s not a big deal as long as you enjoyed your order.” you say warmly, taking the dishes from her. your fingers brush against her hands and you could’ve sworn there was twinge of pink on her cheeks.

“it was the best drink! but i was really blown away about the rose milk cake? eren told me you make them every morning and design them yourself? is that true?” eren told her that? eren talked about you to mikasa?

“oh, uh, yeah, i guess i do,” you say, scratching the back of your head.

“don’t be so humble! you should be so proud of what you made. you’ve actually ruined cakes for me, so thanks for that.” you chuckle.

“do you really like it so much? i’ve been saving a slice of saffron milk cake because it was leftover from today in the back, you want it?”

“oh! eren told me you might have some leftovers in the back but i thought he was just messing with me like always.”

“yeah, you can’t ever trust that guy.” eren? telling mikasa? about your secret cake stash in the back? the last time you told him about that, you made him promise to keep it a secret while you two scarfed them down after levi left.

“i never do! at least not for normal stuff like this,” she chuckles. that being said, you were glad eren’s big mouth blabbed this little secret.

you go to the back and bring out two slices of saffron milk cakes for mikasa in to-go boxes. she stares at the cakes, before demurely looking at your eyes. the eye contact catches you off guard as she says, “maybe we can sit down and share the slices together? i don’t think we ever met, y/n. sorry, eren told me your name…i hope that was okay.”

wait? she asked eren for your name? “i’d love to, actually.”

the delusions were well and alive in your mind as you once again are convinced this must be fate, even if that fate involves a little bit of eren’s meddling. you take off your apron and join mikasa in the couch in the corner, where the two of you sink into the sofa, and end up way too close to each other as you share the cakes.

but neither of you mind it.

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applejuicefruit · 1 year

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Can u make one with Adrien pleaaaase ! where someone disrespects you, he doesn't like it at all and "fights" with that guy? Thank you !

I feel like Adrien would be so protective of his girl like he is with his teammates!

adrien rabiot x reader

Fight me

You and your boyfriend Adrien were currently spending some time in one of your favorite rooftop bars in Torino. Just you and him, sitting on a very comfortable couch watching the beautiful Torino skyline during sunset, it was perfect. Your head on his shoulder and his arm around your waist as you both drank your cocktails. You were talking on where to go these holidays, he wanted to come back to France for a few days and you couldn’t agree more but he was also saying how he wanted to go somewhere tropical, maybe Puerto Rico or Colombia. Adrien was a sun man, but you, on the other hand, wanted to visit some cold places, maybe Iceland and everytime you brought up the topic he bursted out laughing, saying how different but perfect for each others you were. And he was right.

“Mon amour” he called you waking you up from your light day dreaming “as much as I love staying here I should really use the restroom for a minute” he said and you bursted out laughing.

“If you have to go…” you joked lifting your head from his shoulder.

“I’ll be as quick as possible” he said before leaving for the restroom.

It only took ten seconds of Adrien being gone when a man approached you and set on the couch next to you.

You didn’t want to sound rude or anything but the bar was almost half empty as it was a week day and most of the people were still at work or busy with their lives, so you thought, why did he have to sit there?

“Hey beauty” he tried to talk to you but you simply looked away. This situation was making you very uncomfortable and you were mentally counting the seconds for Adrien to come back.

“I’m talking to you” he said again as you ignored him “what a bitch! I’m just trying to be nice to you and your making it very difficult you know I could fuck anyone I want, you’re nothing special” he said laughing a bit and in that moment all you wanted to do was crying but you didn’t want to look or sound weak.

“What did you say to her?” that voice. Right in the moment you needed him the most.

“You heard man” the so-called man sat next to you didn’t even turn his face to see who he was talking to.

“Stand up, that was my seat” Adrien said with a very annoyed voice.

“Chill out man…” he said standing up “…I just wanted to see if the girl wanted to get some, you know, but apparently she’s more of a saint, anyway not my type, she’s not even that pretty” he said but before he could leave Adrien saw his opportunity and punched the guy right in the face. He fell to the floor and Adrien knelt down “if a woman say no is no, don’t you ever forget that! Just because you’ve been rejected that doesn’t give you the right to treat them bad…and, for what you said to my girlfriend, don’t you ever try to speak or even look in her direction again, clear? I’m ashamed to be called a man when people like you exist…what a pity” Adrien said standing up again “…I think we should leave mon amour” he said in a calmer and sweeter voice while he grabbed your hand and led you out of the bar. Once in the car you still tried to process everything that happened ten minutes ago.

“You okay mon amour?” Adrien asked you as he saw you looking out of the window.

“Mh-mh” you said too scared of sounding weak if you spoke.

“Cherie?” he called you with your favorite nickname that made you melt all the time.

“I’m fine…it’s just…” you let a few tears fall and Adrien quickly wiped them away “…I panicked a bit when I saw him sitting next to me and I hate it because I never know what to say or do in these situations…but thank you for being there when I needed you…” you thanked him.

“I will always be there for you mon ange…always” he grabbed your hand and gently kissed it while he started driving back home as he promised you to stop and buy your favourite take away and watch you favourite barbie movie once you were both comfortably laying in bed.

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shirohige-pirates · 8 months

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Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Chapter 6: Brothers

“I don’t know if I can keep up.” You admit with a laugh. You’re sitting in a restaurant that is maybe a little too fancy for your tastes, but you acquiesced, and Marco seemed to know the people who worked there. “So Ace is your brother, but also brothers with two other boys, who are only brothers to him, but again, not by blood. Wait, they exchanged cups when they were like, what? Six?”

Marco chuckles. “Somewhere around there. Cheeky little thieves, yoi.”

“So, you’re the eldest then, mr. ‘I’m ancient’?” You tease.

Marco shakes his head. “Not by age, no. I was the first one Pops adopted, so I ended up filling the role of eldest son, but I’m barely into my forties.”

“A little older than I thought,” you muse, taking another bite of the house salad that precludes your meal.

“Not a little too old, I hope.” There’s a tinge of worry in his voice, but that sure and easy smile seems certain it will only hear good news.

You grin deviously, biting your lower lip suggestively before meeting his gaze. “A little too old for what? This is just a dinner to settle a tab, isn’t it?”

Marco’s face goes pink, and he chuckles a little nervously. “I’m undone by my own words, it seems.”

You smile, licking your lips to help relax your mouth so you can speak. “But no… not too old.” You admit, clearing your throat as the waiter brings your main courses.

“I hope you won’t have to sleep at the office every time I want to take you on a date, yoi.” He teases and you nearly choke on your water.

“N-no, of course not.” You assure him, as you compose yourself. “These last few days were just bah-er… unique.” You correct and then start laughing. You have a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter so you don’t disrupt other diners, and Marco gives you an inquisitive look.

“Sorry, it’s nuh-nothing really.” You say, almost losing it to another giggle fit. “It’s just a silly thought.”

“I’d love to hear it.” He says evenly. The tone of his voice, the slight smile on his face, the way those hooded eyes looked at you, was dangerous. Disarming too, and you found yourself willing to share.

“I’m just imagining introducing you. ‘This is Dr. Marco, I met him during the worst day of my life’.” You say, making a little motion with your hands and raising your voice half an octave.

It’s Marco’s turn to nearly choke, almost spitting out what he was eating and taking a second to compose himself. Despite the hand covering most of his face you can tell he’s gone pink, and he’s having a hard time looking at you.

“I warned you,” you say with a laugh.

He nods, hand over his mouth a moment longer as he tried to calm the blush out of his cheeks. Clearing his throat, he sniffs a little before letting out a soft chuckle.

“I was expecting silly,” he asserts, blush darkening on his face again despite his efforts. “Not endearing, yoi.”

It’s your turn to be flustered, and you turn your attention to your meal. The best part of having dinner with someone is that there was always something to help distract you from that other person when you needed a minute. Since it was rude to talk with your mouth full, all you had to do was keep putting food in your mouth and you could buy yourself a moment or two.

“So, if you don’t mind my asking, how many brothers do you have?” You question after a few moments of quiet eating. You’ve both had a chance to move past your earlier flustered states.

“Thirty-seven.” He says evenly and you drop your fork.

“Thir-thirty-seven?” You had expected a big number, a dozen or so maybe, but not triple that. “Holidays must be completely bonkers.”

An amused chuckle escapes him. “Most every day is a little bonkers.” He admits. “I’m not even sure how many nieces and nephews I have since Thatch took things over. It was forty-two just from my siblings who had married and started having kids.”

He takes a bite of food, mostly to give you a chance to process everything before he continues. “Most of them moved to other cities, or islands altogether. We do a full reunion about every five years, but we usually take over Heun. It works out well.”

“Heun… No way, are you telling me that your family reunions are why Heun hasn’t needed help the last…” You start to count years in your head and you and Marco answer at the same time.

“Nine years.”

You’re quiet for a moment as you process what’s going on. “Ivankov failed to mention that Heun was off the records because of a single large family.” You say flatly after a moment.

Marco smiles. “In a manner of speaking, Ivan was the reason we chose Heun.” He admits. “I didn’t realize that’s who you worked for, but when you said donations now it makes sense.”

“Ivan’s never said he’s friends with the head vet at the animal hospital either.” You say flatly. “Not that she knew I was coming to dinner with you specifically.”

“If it makes it less surreal, I’m not directly friends with Ivan.” He says evenly. “Both of Ace’s other brothers are, and Ivan and one of my… we’ll say brothers to keep it easy, was also an associate. That old reptile hasn’t been around since the first reunion, but that connection is effectively how we ended up doing what we did.”

“So… you guys load up a big barge, water, seeds, cloth, booze and food, and party hard for a couple weeks while supplying the island?”

Marco nods. “We send yearly supplies outside of that.” He admits. “You ever send stuff to Sphinx Island?”

“In the New World? Oh yeah.”

He points with his fork. “That’s the trade. Ivan has international connections that are tried and tested. He keeps Pops’ home island on his radar, and we take care of Heun.”

“With Thirty-seven brothers, you certainly have enough hands to do it too.” You admit. “Your family has sailing experience then, I take it?”

Marco nods. “It was… years ago. Back before Roger changed the world with the One Piece.”

Didn’t change it enough. You grumble internally, but keep it to yourself. That Roger changed the world for the better was undeniable, but the change wasn’t enough. The world really needed a true revolution, a liberation from the top down. Roger managed to improve the world before an incurable disease took his life, but you always felt it would’ve been better for him to pass the torch, instead of trying to carry it.

But, it was what it was. Roger’s choices had left you with little hope, but it wasn’t like he made his decision knowing your situation.

Marco cleared his throat. “My apologies, I know that can be a heavy topic.”

“It’s alright. That’s, it’s - I mean, you don’t have to answer, but why Lvneel? If you and your family were sailors, why settle down here?”

He nearly laughs. “We didn’t come straight here, yoi. We’ve been on Lvneel, oh, I guess almost twenty years, but for a couple years we still sailed.” He looks a little melancholy and sighs. “The world changed so much, and stayed the same in a lot of ways, but in the end, fate brought us here and we settled in. Lvneel’s a good place. It was much less of a city when we first got here, yoi.”

He takes a bite of food, and you can see the tips of his ears go pink before he speaks again. “It’s certainly worked out well, so far.”

The sweet shiver that goes down your back pulls a soft, awkward chuckle from your lips, despite your efforts, and you focus on your meal pointedly for a few minutes. It’s delicious, thankfully, and once your heart stops trying to beat a dent into your rib cage you manage to shift the conversation.

For better or worse your chosen topic is likely to put you right back where you were a moment ago, but you think it might be like a bandage. Ripping it free will break some of the building tension and you spare yourself lingering anticipation.

“So, Dr. Marco,” you say with a crooked smile, trying desperately to mask your nerves. “What did you have in mind for our first non-obligatory date.”

He smiles and for a split second it almost feels like you’ve been pinned to the wall. “How do you feel about surprises, yoi?”

You almost laugh. “I’d say it depends on the surprise.” You admit. “Surprise hospital bill, not high up on my list. Surprise date that doesn’t end, say, in a hospital… certainly higher up the list.”

“What’re your Saturdays like, yoi?” He prompts with a smile.

“Mostly open. I usually go into the office for a couple hours, but it’s not required.” You answer. “Yours?”

“Minimal staff, no appointments. We generally only do discharges, if anything.” He explains. “I usually go in just to avoid being called in if something unexpected happens. But, by 3pm I could be at your place, yoi.”

“To… go somewhere?” You prompt, uncertainty and, well, nerves wasn’t really the right word. There was a part of you that wasn’t sure you’d oppose making out on your couch with this man a scant few days after having met him.

His willpower better be better than yours though, or things wouldn’t stop on the couch.

He nods. “To go somewhere.” He says reassuringly. “If you wanted to invite me in, though, I wouldn’t decline, yoi.” You look up and catch the gaze looking back at you. It was relaxed as ever, hooded eyes open just enough you could feel the unexpectedly sharp gaze root you to the spot.

Something in those eyes did not carry the promise of gentlemanly behavior.

You swallow thickly, taking a drink of water almost reflexively.

“I’m guessing the where is the surprise part then?” You question and he nods. “That’s quite the gamble.”

“Oh?”

You hum. “You barely know me, what if you take me some place I can’t stand? What if I don’t like movie theaters, or long walks on the beach.” You put quotes around the last phrase, rolling your eyes a little. “Maybe I’m allergic to ice cream. The whole day could turn into a disaster.”

“The second worst day of your life, yoi?” He questions with a smile.

“Pfft,” your earlier sarcasm breaks, and you laugh. “Well played doctor, well played.”

Marco hums a little in response.

The rest of the meal goes smoothly. You and Marco talk about nothing at all really. The weather, your work schedules. You decide to go on your surprise date in a week. Saturday’s right around the corner and you still have plenty of work to deal with, so the next one after is best.

You exchange phone numbers, and even plan to meet at Sanji’s café for lunch when work allows for it. Little details weaving between the fabric of the lives you both currently live.

Maybe you’re not as busy as you always thought you were. Maybe it’s that you’re all rough edges and biting wit. Maybe you and Kid were just a bad mix. And Daz, and Galette – though admittedly those two were only in Lvneel on business, and you hadn’t intended to leave the island. Some of your relationships had been just kind of doomed like that. Fukaboshi was a fishman with responsibilities heavy enough to try and drag you under, but it hadn’t been a bad summer that year.

In between there was always Kid.

He wasn’t a bad guy. Him, Killer, Heat and Wire ran a successful business, one you’d benefited from more than once. You fit so poorly, off and on, for so long, that you had started to think there was simply something wrong with you. Some deficiency or flaw that you couldn’t smooth down enough to make it work.

But he didn’t flinch. He didn’t hit a rough edge and growl, or pull his hand back. What little wit you’d thrown at him he’d taken in stride, and returned skillfully.

Kid was straight forward and crude. You knew within moments that he wanted to get to know you, he’d said as much in words heavy with lust and fire. If nothing else, you never had to wonder what was on Kid’s mind, or what he wanted. Which had been refreshing at first, a change of pace from people who seemed either timid or falsely polite.

Marco’s words hadn’t been crude, or timid, and there wasn’t any ulterior motive in his politeness. But yet he had still been direct in his desires. Without a single crude word, or wandering hand.

As you walked up to your door, the sun dipping low, you knew you could invite him inside and he would say yes. You knew dessert had been a while ago, but his lips would still taste sweet. You knew that his steady manner and even cadence would slip you so easily from your clothes, and you would happily drown in it.

There was no need to guess.

He put the car in park and got out, walking up to the door with you, a few paces behind, hands tucked in his pockets. The air was chill enough that your breath came out in little white puffs, catching the last few glimmers of the setting sun, and picking up the orange yellow glow of the streetlamps.

“Walking me to my door, you’re quite the gentleman, doc.” You muse, putting your back to the door and giving him a smile. You weren’t quite at eye level with him, despite the step up from walkway to porch. He gives you a smile, relaxing his shoulders and letting his coat drop down a little. You could see the chill run across his skin as little bumps formed, and remembered scrubs weren’t exactly warm.

“It’s purely selfish.” He says, reaching out for a hand you were offering him before you even realized what you were doing. He brings your fingers up to his lips bending down a little, but still keeping his eyes on yours as you feel the blood rush up to your face.

“Until next time, Miss (Y/N).” He says softly, before placing a kiss against your fingers.

“Ah… in… indeed.” You manage as he straightens back up, giving you a warm smile before going back to his car.

It took you a moment to remember how keys worked, but you got inside and realized he didn’t leave the drive until you were safe inside the house. Whether he lingered a minute longer in case you needed something, or because he didn’t want to leave, you couldn’t say.

#Birds of a Feather #Marco x reader #x reader #reader insert #marco the phoenix #marco the pinepple #modern au

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kindheart525 · 1 year

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One trend in the fandom I’ve never understood is when people write Pinkie’s parents (or at least her dad) as abusive. Not just emotionally neglectful or harsh, but physically abusive too. It honestly leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I don’t only say this because I personally like the Pie family—let me explain.

I do understand that the fandom had very little to go off of before “Hearthbreakers,” but in my opinion nothing about the flashback from Season 1 suggests an abusive home. The worst that rock farm was is…boring? And Pinkie’s family clearly approved of her first party. If they were really abusive, they probably would have punished Pinkie for it. And I know that Pinkie is an unreliable narrator who tends to exaggerate things (for example, her parents probably didn’t immediately start dancing wildly lol), but I don’t think she would outright lie, nor would she so openly tell a group of local kids about her upbringing if it carried such bad memories. You also have the photo in “Pinkie Pride” proving that her first party actually happened and her family was happy and smiling.

Once “Hearthbreakers” did air, I think it even further weakened any claims that Pinkie’s family is abusive. Pinkie not only cheerfully went home to spend Hearth’s Warming with her family, but she also invited Applejack, one of her closest friends, and her family members to join them. I don’t think most people from abusive/toxic upbringings would be so exuberant about spending the holidays with said family, or willingly subject a close friend to their toxic family members, but that’s only my perspective. Throughout the episode Pinkie was super affectionate with her parents and her sisters (except Limestone) and they seemed to enjoy her presence too! They seemed to genuinely love each other, even Limestone smiled at the end!

Some interpretations more specifically portray Igneous and Cloudy in a loveless marriage, which I don’t think is accurate either. An arranged marriage between two adults does not always end up unhealthy, plenty do make it work. In all of their appearances, Igneous and Cloudy seemed to enjoy each other’s company from my perspective, at least as much as their limited expressions would show. In the episode where Maud gets her rocktorate, you can even see Igneous patting Cloudy’s back as she’s crying! I think he just has a resting scowl, he seems to care about his wife and family otherwise.

Even with Limestone, although her first speaking role did not paint her very favorably, I wouldn’t write her off as abusive either. I won’t try to excuse her trying to intimidate a child, nor will I ignore that she and Pinkie didn’t seem to get along so well during that episode. She was incredibly territorial over her home and her family’s boulder, but I don’t think that necessarily means she would end up becoming a spouse- or child-beater. Remember that in this episode her family also had guests over, which would heighten her instinct to protect the family and home that she’s clearly loyal to, if very rudely. Even by the end of that episode, she came around and was seen sharing food with the guests, showing she does have a warmer side in there somewhere. “The Maud Couple” proved this further by showing her offering genuine advice to mediate a conflict between her sisters! Someone with abusive tendencies, I believe, would be more likely to shut such an issue down with no discussion. In that episode we got to see what she is like solely in the company of her own family members, when she’s not grandstanding for guests—under abusive circumstances, her behavior would be worse behind closed doors, not better.

And, again, Pinkie clearly trusts her family enough to willingly travel back to her childhood home during what she saw as a stressful time. If it were unhealthy she wouldn’t have done that.

I think some people misinterpret the Pies being dull and gruff as signs of something worse under the surface. Or they see parts of something familiar to them in Pinkie so they rewrite her backstory to reflect that. That’s fine and valid, but I think it’s unfair to insist that any evidence of family abuse comes from the show itself. Yes, they do not act openly affectionate like other families, but Maud is that way too. And isn’t that the point of her character? That someone who expresses themselves differently is no less capable of love and friendship? I think that extends to the rest of the Pies as well. I think they are better than some give them credit for.

TL;DR: Pinkie Pie’s family isn’t abusive. I know it’s long but I’m passionate about these characters lmao

#KindsThoughts #my little pony #mlp fim #mlp g4 #igneous rock pie #cloudy quartz #limestone pie #maud pie #pinkie pie #marble pie #pie family #pie sisters #tw abuse mention #cw abuse mention

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bad0mens · 4 months

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Yesterday was an emotional day for me and not in a good way.

Under the cut because I need it out.

I'm not sure what the 'inciting' incident was, or if there even was one. I think it was honestly just a build up of working retail during the holidays where I'm inundated with people who are rude and impatient and it's been getting to me. My situation at home isn't a bad one. But I constantly feel the 'quiet older middle child syndrome' as well as 'high masking autistic adult who is largely self sufficient disorder'. So I feel like in some ways, I fall through the cracks in the minds of my family. They don't feel they need to worry about me because I'm usually good at taking care of myself.

The problem arises here. In a lot of ways, especially yesterday, I felt like an after thought to my own family. Allow me to explain.

Three of the specific things that got me yesterday, and maybe they sound petty, were:

1. We drove three hours there, expecting a short event packed with lots of people but it was instead a long event packed with people and my social battery is all but dead on my off days because it has to work on my on days. I was able to keep myself mostly sane by working on fics and keeping my earplugs in because my family, especially my younger sister, is very loud. I want to spend time with my family on the holidays, but I also want to relax and be comfortable when the tense of working this time of year is finally starting to ebb.

2. There was a lot of food to go around... But only about 3 things I could actually eat. Mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, and stuffing. You may notice there is no protein or real vegetables in any of those options. I've been a vegetarian for going on 20 years. This isn't something new for my family. My mother and younger sister did the cooking and thought to make the stuffing safe for me to eat. But that was it. The worst part of this is, I also forgot to even bring myself something like that to cook, so it's really on me as well (which is a part of the problem I'll get to in a moment).

3. I had two presents to unwrap. I know how ungrateful this sounds. But it's not about the number of presents. It's really not. I got things I asked for and I am grateful for them! It's a chunk of the larger problem, though. There was lots of presentation and fun in other people's gifts. One of mine was thrown haphazardly in a bag with nothing to cover it. The other was a wrapped cardboard box with the item inside.

Normally, any of these one things by themselves is fine, but emotions were running high after a season of working retail (not to mention I got in an argument with my boomer father who started the "no one wants to work these days" that I had to shut down pretty hard").

The problem was that, even on this day about family, I was an after thought. And the problem stems from my own behavior. I'm a helper, I care about other people, I put other people first, constantly. So constantly that I almost never put myself first. So no one else thinks to either. I'm not asking to be the specialist girl at Christmas. I'm asking to feel like I'm cared about as more than a "oh shit we can't forget about--".

I don't put myself first, so why should anyone else? I brush off this behavior in myself and others as fine. I pick pieces of myself apart to try and help other people feel whole when I've never felt whole in my entire life. And the worst part, the most painful part, is that I've ultimately done this to myself.

I sat at the dinner table, feeling alien and broken and alone surrounded by my own family, simultaneously dissociating and trying not to cry. It was my college graduation all over again, when weeks before my father reminded me that art degrees were functionally useless and I was wasting my time and money after a lifetime of hearing the lie that I could be whatever I wanted to be if I worked hard enough. It was that moment all over again. But amplified. It felt like everyone was in on the joke now.

And I still played to other people's comfort. I did not cry about it no matter how increasingly painful it became until 4 hours later when I was finally at home and my older sister asked me what was wrong. And I finally said something. I told her I felt like an after thought.

But it isn't until this moment, nearly 10 hours later, that I'm realizing the truth of it.

Who's going to put me first when I never put me first? Why would anyone bother? I don't. And after what feels like a lifetime of putting other people before myself, I'm left with the fact that my family can't be blamed. I did this to myself.

#tldr had a rough Christmas emotional and still processing it #personal stuff #im not sure how to handle things going forward #but for now I'm going back to sleep so i dont have to think about it anymore #this doesnt even mention that my mother got defenseive about the number of gifts she received last year being small too #when she forgot the present i got her in what she was listing #something that i took time and care picking out and wrapping nicely #but thats beside the point i suppose

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last-night-is-a-blur · 1 year

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If Sam wants to show hetty about how unfair society was when she was alive, make her see any a Christmas carol film. The book would of been available to read during hetty’s life. I think the story is criticising the very rich ie Scrooge

That would be really interesting. The promo for the christmas special implies that Sam loves Christmas, and I can imagine the holiday season would give her (or anyone vaguely aware 19th century classic or popular culture) inspiration for that exact idea. I can imagine Hettie refusing to accept it as a valid point, since it’s all just fiction, or treating it as propoganda against the rich.

The book would have been published around the time of her birth, so unless there were some major changes during the next 5 decades, and differences between uk and usa, regarding the classism and working condition of the working classes, and other issues relevant to the story, then Christmas Carol should portray a world familiar to Hettie. Regardless of any differences between Scrooge’s life and Hettie’s, classism, income equality, greed, selfishness, stinginess and poor treatment of lower classes and employees are, sadly, relevent throughout time and place, especially in larger and more complex societies. I haven’t read the original story, but I have seen a movie adaption or two (Mickey’s Christmas Carol and the GoodTimes Entertainment’s version), but from what I gather one of the most important messeges is that poverty isn’t the fault of the poor (or, at least not always, or not entirely) and that people have a social and moral responsibility towards those in need.

Hettie has many similarities to Scrooge. She is from the same era, she was rich, classist, not very compassionate, especially to those who had less means then her, rude, neglected as a child, and she was probably lonely throughout her life. We don’t know if she had friends or close relationships with her family. Her line about Thor being there for her when no one else was, implies at least a lonely childhood. Her marriage was loveless, and it seems she didn’t have any affairs of her own.

She is different of course, in that she seems like someone who would actually spend her money, and enjoyed the luxuries it could buy. She had children, and she seems to care about familial connection, based on her treatment of Sam, and her comments about Sophie in the Halloween episode.

It would be funny, and kind of on-brand for Hettie to watch the movie and learn the wrong lesson. She has a tendency to learn the wrong lesson, or only partially learn her lesson. She might get offended at how much Scrooge is demonized for being careful with his money, instead of "squandering it on poor people", or simply decide that the lesson is to buy everyone's love so you don't die (o spend your afterlife) alone. She could become so terrified, that she would try and turn around a new leave, but with mixed-results. She could simply be appalled by how Scrooge lives despite being wealthy. Or she would simply decide that since she is dead and doesn't techinically own material things anymore, that this doesn't apply to her, though given how possesive she is of the house, I doubt it.

A Christmas Carol could be used as a basis for a episode plot, or even just a single scene or a running gag in a Christmas special.

I think cbs ghost would be the perfect show for a Christmas Carol inspired holiday episode. I mean, it's a sitcom, which are known for adapting famous work of fiction into episodes, and we already got mansion filled with ghosts, one of them who is literally a rich, greedy, victorian with a somewhat ruthless attitude towards life. But it would be funny to simply have a small b-plot, or a single scene where someone tries to force Hettie to have her “Scrooge epiphany”, where the joke is that she see through it, or simply fails to grasp the message.

If it’s just a single scene, then I love the idea of Thor or Sass telling her a tale from their culture, which was either intentionally or unintentionally inspired by Christmas Carol, to scare her straight, but Hettie sees right through it, beause she knew the story. It would also be funny if she didn’t know it, because her parents forbade her from reading it, because they thought it was nothing but propoganda against the rich.

As for a full episode adaption, then I can imagine a few ways that could go.

While I would personally not love it, I could imagine Hettie watching xmas carol and having a nighmare.

A better idea imo, would be Sas learning about christmas carol, and the storyteller in him would drive him to create a scenario based on the story, and get the other residents to join. They would because they are bored and they want to teach Hettie a lesson (and in Isaac's and Alberta's case, because they are performers at heart).

Sam could fill the role of Fred, as a younger relative who wants Hettie to open herself up to other values. Pete could be Bob, since he is kind and descent family man. Tiny Tim could be a child sick with something that would be life threating in Hettie’s lifetime, but is easily treatable today, unbeknowst to Hettie. He could be Pete’s grandson whose family is at the B&B, or Mark could come to fix something, and bring his son with him.

Thorfinn is jolly, but harsh and blunt, so he could be ghost of Christmas present. The plague ghosts could be the Want and Ignorance (Sidebar: Want and Ignorance reminds me of a few figures in norse mythology, especially Ganglati and Ganglöt, the slaves of Hel. Their names both means “lazy at walking” - löt and lati being the female and male version of the adjective lazy. Hel also has a few object named after negative things, like utensils named named starvation and hunger, so these figures remind me of Want and Ignorance).

Sass would be great as the ghost of Christmas past, as the second oldest ghost, and the story teller. I don’t know who could play the role of Christmas yet to be. Maybe a basement ghost, or Jay in a costume. Or Crash - and the reason he doesn’t say anything is simply becausae he doesn’t have his head.

Jacob’s Marley role is harder to cast. Maybe Elias, who somehow pops up for a moment, despite it not being Halloween, or the other residents could pretend that he is contatcting Hettie from Hell.

Alternetively, we could simply have one of the residents tell Hettie some story, real or made up, as warning.Isaac or Trevor could also suffice. Isaac and her consider each other equals, and have some similiar flaws (elitist, classist). Trevor seems to have been focused on gathering wealth in his life. As presumably rich, status focused men, they could both tell her cautionary tales from their time among the living, or they could tell Hettie that they believe ther reason they are stuck ghosts is because of their greed or lack of compassion and generosity. Maybe even make up a lie about narrowly escaping getting dragged to hell. Thor could pretend he was left behind by his shipmates because of his greed and miserly ways, and he just lied about not knowing why they abandoned him out of shame.

#hettie woodstone #ghost cbs #sam arondekar #thorfinn cbs ghosts #sassapis ghosts #isaac higgintoot #alberta haynes #trevor lefkowitz #jay arondekar #pete martino

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vampryn · 1 year

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working retail is fine, working retail during christmas is the worst experience ive ever had and if i had the option i would never ever do this ever a-fucking-gain. ive been doing this for far too long and im just so tired. the years go by and people are still the same and make working like 100x harder for no damn reason. people are so awful and rude around the holidays, they leave garbage everywhere, spill sticky stuff on the floor and dont tell anybody, they steal things and hide the tags around the store, they pick up 10 shirts and leave them in a pile on the floor (then other people proceed to step on them), they expect you to remember the full inventory of the store and get angry when you dont have their size, theyll ask for gift wrap and get angry when you say you dont have any.. (a man made my boss wrap up all of his items in paper towel because we dont have giftwrap). people are elbow-to-elbow, and then somebody will ask for an item from the very top shelf.. then you have to move through the crowd with a giant-ass ladder.. i just have so many problems with the state of retail. if people were more respectful shoppers we wouldnt have this problem, but people are disgusting because they think nobody is watching so it didnt really happen, and so their conscience is clear. theft its self isnt what i have a problem with, its when people 1. do it right in front of me and 2. LEAVE THE GARBAGE EVERYWHERE!!! ugh people are just so irritating and rude!! some dude called me a freak today as well and im like bro i heard you,, kiss my ass.. but i didnt say that i just gave him a dirty look. like do i look like im trying to attract your snapback-wearin blue jean-lookin ass??? uhhh noo, so say nothing or shut up. those are your only options.

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lucashz · 1 year

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jacob elordi. he/him. cis male. ›spotted at the met steps , lucas huntzberger , most likely listening to trust issues by drake with their airpods pro . the twenty three gained quite a reputation , known to be -self-obsessed yet +protective to anyone who knows them . you’ll easily spot them when you hear about cigarette butts, rudely canceling important plans at the very last minute, rolex shopping, any excuse to use the private jet , followed by antaeus by chanel . latest nepoupdates article talks about luke getting into a physical fight with a random paparazzi once being asked about his ex-girlfriend , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .

* PINTEREST BOARD . * WANTED CONNECTIONS .

* 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

name: lucas huntzberger. nickname: luke. age: twenty three. gender: cis male. sexuality: heterosexual. birthday: august 8th. education: finished high school, never went to college. occupation: trust fund baby. he also gets paid for party appearances and instagram pr.

* 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

“ now i've realized that i'm probably just perfect and it's everybody else around me that got issues ”

tw: cheating

he SWEARS he works hard ...

lucas was born and raised in manhattan, new york city to donald and amy huntzberger. a beautiful woman and a powerful man. people would talk about how his mom was the luckiest to have a man like donald. he was faithful, worked hard, treated her right. he was a good example, even though he was a busy man, traveling consistently. he’d be gone for the entire year, but the holidays were like their thing. he’d come back with the best gifts luke could ask for.

for most of his years, it was just him and his mom. she seemed ... happy with the life she had. always shopping with her friends, throwing fancy events, supporting charity organizations. luke and her didn’t have much in common except for the clothes she’d buy him --- lavender suits, silk jacquard robes, bedazzled powder-blue bowties. she’d also take him to get pedicure with her, trying her best to include him in her plans since the boy missed his dad so much.

but it all changed when luke was eleven years old, came home early from school and caught his mom with the family driver in bed. fact: the man was wearing his dad's robe . the same silk jacquard robe he also had . it was when he got older that he started digging her shady side - he hired a private investigator to find out that the driver wasn't the only affair . the list was long , cheating on him with men from low society, with zero prestige . it was like donald was the perfect bait from the start , handpicked . she had nothing before his father , and finally got the upper east side life she'd always dreamed of . they never talked about it, though it was enough for him to avoid family events. the thought of donald not being his real father consumed him. physically , luke is his mother but in a man's body.

he's an only child, the golden boy in the eyes of those who DON'T really know him, or what he is capable of. he was meant to follow his dad's steps and become successful a real estate developer, but he REFUSED to do such a thing. after high school he realized he needed a break from studying, a year partying and traveling. what a DREAM. during this year, he started dating famous celebrities and influencers, his relationships wouldn't last longer than a month -- STILL there he was, holding their hands and acting like the perfect disney prince. he knows when to wear the fake sweet smile. so he became RELEVANT. then he started getting paid for nightclub appearances and became even more relevant.

* 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

he's not a man of many scandals, he tries his best to keep his GOOD BOY status in front of cameras. at a surface level, luke is selfobssesed, materialistic, cocky and can be quite disrespectful. his way of expressing himself is buying luxury and showing it all to the world. he will refer to others who are not as wealthy as he is as peasants.

if he gets a chance, he'll show his other face. loyal, he'll literally take a bullet for the people he sort of of loves (if he's really capable of love), no matter how bad what you've done, he'll be there to cover for you. also !! if you're having a bad day or even a normal day, he'll come up with the craziest ideas or pranks. maybe it's because his life is not busy at all, so his thoughts go everywhere. all of a sudden he's out there trying to rap, trying to learn a different language in a day, then failing. but he will make the teacher teach him the basic dirty words so he can say it to other people.

* 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

*** needs update!

friend (f/m/nb) - party buddies. together they throw the best parties, share deep conversations when they're drunk and pretend they don't remember it the next day. nate

enemie(m) - luke once tried to humiliate the other but he reacted back (maybe punched him in front of other people). now he avoids eye contact because deep down he's afraid of the guy. lightning, daniel

ex gf [1] -- toxic alert!! his first everything. they dated for most of high school years, every month they would have the worst breakup but after a few days, they were together as if nothing had happened. because they were his first girlfriend, he thought they were his property. luke was extremely possessive and jealous, would say the worst things to then during his rage attacks . but everything made sense again when he apologized for everything and showed how nice he could be . until they finally broke up and cut ties. whenever he sees them, he does the best he can to tease .

ex gf [2] -- luke used them to get attention of the media and once he was done , he simply ended things between them. natasha

ex gf [3] -- they never officially became boyfriend and girlfriend but were always seen together and for a while, their relationship was EXCLUSIVE. it could have been the best relationship of his life considering they quickly became his best friend - also his family loved them. it didn't last due his self sabotage skills. he cheated publicly (maybe with gf[2]?) but claims they werent dating so in his head he didn't do anything wrong.

enemie - maybe he tried something with them but they simply said um no thanks and that hurt his massive ego.

omg im out of ideas rn, but i should add more to the list soon ! im open to anything so feel free to msg me <3

#cheating tw #nepofm.intro #im sorry for this

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sir-klauz · 1 year

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Found a whole bunch of vegetarian and vegan food for my partner and kid to have this year again and each year it’s getting so much better for this! The embracing of diet which isn’t just slabs of meat everywhere is wonderful and has needed to happen for many years. Not everyone can cook a vegetarian meal from scratch! And come ON, party food? Hello??? It was rarely stocked out here in the countryside like it was more so in the city. I’m glad I could do this for them. Vegan tempura nests? And things like faux king prawns and all kinds of things! Vegan turkey? Wreaths? No pressure for nut roast and biscuits or fkin nothing (exaggeration but not really). I’m seeing dozens of people queuing at the Butchers and is that because they wanna or is it because they think they have to? Or what?

I’m not strictly vegetarian and anyone that makes the excuse that they’re not vegetarian so “can’t” incorporate decent vegetarian food into the holiday meals are just being lazy aha, you’re eating half a plate of vegetarian food which lets be honest, it’s pretty lame I mean potatoes and sprouts, sprouts being one of the most famous gross vegetables available😂.

“I don’t get people who decide to go plant based and then buy food that looks like meat”, well, why do people who eat meat buy food that doesn’t “look like meat”? Because a sausage sure doesn’t look like a pig. Likewise, why? Just because you don’t want to eat an animal, doesn’t mean you don’t get to be allowed to enjoy the taste, aha. It allows people to still eat it without needing to eat an animal and not enjoying that aspect. Intolerant meat eaters complain a lot about the “nasty taste of vegetables” then get aggy about people otherwise enjoying the taste more than a plain carrot (for example).

There’s so many delicious foods out there that don’t require incredibly expensive cuts of meat with everything! It just irritates me sometimes how OTT people go when it comes to eating meat unnecessarily? And how rude some get towards anyone does anything else. There’s never a need for the whole table to be full of meat food and upset faces of people who don’t eat it once again going without. 😩 Season of family and friends though right? 👀 It’s not hard to be selfless and incorporate plant based options for people, it isn’t! I am the minority for eating meat in my little family, I don’t eat much but it all works fine! Nobody is ever left out. I don’t get the flat out refusal to try. It’s not just often vegetables with no seasoning on which is what most people will only add on the side of a steak as it is?

It’s not hard to Google what to do either if you don’t know, or dare say it, ask. This isn’t just with vegetarian/vegan food, this is having things to hand for a plate of food for anyone with a different diet to you that you’re inviting. Diabetic, allergies, dishes which respect their faith if they’re wanting to come over to respect yours or your traditions as well, the least you can do is return it. If you can’t afford it, say they are free to bring their own food that they know they can eat or would like to, so everyone can sit down comfortably and have a meal and enjoy themselves rather than old school culture of feeling forced.

I love ketchup on loads of food. Roast dinner included! It makes everything nicer for me and even more so when I used to dislike gravy as a kid but I got endless comments about it. It doesn’t matter! It’s a time to enjoy a treat, and food we love, like any other holiday or special occasion. That’s the point. Stop making people uncomfortable excluding them!

Happy solstice for the 21st as well~ and a good autumn and winter for any other things people were doing during this time. 🍵

Share what you got up to if you like, I’d love to hear it, in my comments or ask box! Or, what you enjoyed eating for a treat or for any religious holiday you’ve engaged with. Have a lot of fun and also if I don’t get chance to say it before, Happy New Year!

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braywright · 4 months

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Envious Casca: Never Disregard the Classics

One day in December, while scrolling through various book-related articles, I came across a list of holiday murder mysteries. Always a fan of whimsy and camp, I looked through it, not really expecting anything to catch my eye. On the list was Envious Casca by Georgette Heyer with a brief description of what sounded like a classic locked door mystery. I was confused--why would this website recommend such a cliché sounding novel as one of their mystery picks of December? Then I looked it up.

Envious Casca (or A Christmas Party: A Seasonal Murder Mystery) was published in 1941. It follows the story of the Herriard family, and good old Uncle Joseph's attempts to throw a happy Christmas party for them all. Problem is, the Herriards are a bunch of bitter, temperamental, snobby rich people (aside from good old Uncle Joseph, of course). In addition to the Herriards are Joseph's passive, dull wife; an ugly spinster cousin who is nearing the age of (gasp!) 30; the Herriard heir's gold-digging fiancé; a poor playwright just trying to get funded; and an old family friend and business partner. Of course, the whole enterprise falls completely apart when Nat Herriard, the head of the family, is found murdered in his locked bedroom.

Is this the first locked door mystery? Definitely not. Is it one of the first holiday murder mysteries? I can't say for certain, but it's possible. Regardless, I was amazed when I first found the original publication date. A cliché mystery premise from the 1940s still being recommended in 2023? Consider my interest piqued.

I am not going to say that this is high literature. It's a paperback mystery novel, and a holiday mystery on top of that. I am also not going to say that it has some great, universal truth for all readers. It is about very privileged people dealing with the specific problems of a privileged lifestyle. And despite being published in 1941 and set in early 20th century England, no one, not even the London cops or the lower class servants, makes a single mention of either World War. But for a cliché holiday murder mystery about privileged people dealing with privileged problems, it's a pretty good book.

The Herriards all feel like real, deeply flawed people. They are rude and nasty and downright despicable at times, but there are also moments when you can understand their rudeness, even sympathize with it. I also would not want to spend my Christmas Eve listening to a dramatic reading of a play about a prostitute, especially not if my back was hurting and my niece was demanding money for said play. The rest of the party guests are similarly fleshed out. The only characters who felt a bit forced or unnatural were the main police investigator (who only appears for the last half of the book anyway) and good old Uncle Joseph. But given that Joseph's overly cheery manner is important to the plot, I leave it up to you to figure out why.

The mystery itself is.... interesting. I certainly did not predict who the culprit would be, but looking back, it is well foreshadowed by the narrative. The murder method seemed implausible, but it was based on the historical assassination, so it gets a pass. I was not a fan of how they figured out the method, though. It was circumstantial and a bit contrived, as if Heyer got toward the end of writing and decided she wanted to be done already. If it had been handled even a few pages slower, I might have been more satisfied. The last few chapters did wrap everything up nicely and I was fine with where everyone ended up.

Ultimately, I'm glad I read this novel. It kept me occupied during some boring hours at work and did, surprisingly, lift my Christmas spirit a bit. And, frankly, the fact that this short little novel has enough cultural capital to be recommended and available 80 years down the line is amazing to me.

9/10 stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

#book review #9/10 stars #murder mystery #holiday mysteries #20th century lit

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the-firebird69 · 5 months

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We heard the guy yesterday saying it over and over our son doesn't notice it he had a bunch of cabbage and it's not really the problem but he's a huge idiot so coming down on him today and we got disgusted and we are now going to get rid of the idiot

-on top of his crimes on us to try and find us he became a huge a****** and liability to about 70% of the world today and they start noticing it was him again and he wants to go up and watch his skulls and clear territory. The last time you did it only about 20 spells that landed and they were near his cities and his people are decimated and the cities were useless and we had to flatten them any contaminated a whole bunch of area which we decontaminated in about 3 days so he's a loser and he thought he made the city uninhabitable and he did and we didn't care about it. So are we going to do now is we're going to make sure that he doesn't get away with that kind of crap again and we are going to hit his ships as they exit Saturn's rings and blow him and the skulls to smithereens he is a rude disgusting homo and he just went and collected them and didn't even ask them questions it is a fool and he said he had data and he lied and he is a big liar and he does not do anything that's effective but the whole point is we are going to take action today and a lot of it

-and we also are planning to do other things to him or for him messing around with our son today and yesterday and his Non-Stop Indian attitude towards him we're going to polish him off as we say you have no right to do that to him and you'll pay with your life and you do and you're getting your brains blown out Trump as well as your clan and your family and you can keep talking but we're going to do it to you tonight and it happens to the b**** every week and she shows up at the mall retarded and she can't figure it out 1.8 said you're bothering me to get hit. She saying oh no it's a dream there should be a nightmare cuz you don't have it and she said oh she finally idiot Trump ratting on her he found him doing it and is killing him herself so is Alicia and Tricia and Sarah and there's more women doing it and you can believe and they hate them they ruin the data at the post office and they're going after them for it and it's going to spread to the hospitals.

-there's a large number of people that are volunteering during the holidays to work at hospitals and we have a lot of candy stripers who went in and we're pulling out data and it's starting a little war there and people are sending cards from the post office to the hospital and they're getting intercepted and some are going to the hospital and are not distributed and then going after them there but it is really asking people to do is it during the holidays you're a relative is in the hospital is alone the place is Stark and it's cold and the walls are very hard and it's a lonely place to be and they put you with people with strangers or your enemies as an excuse to bring your health down and they need to visitations and they need people to see how they're doing is perfectly legal for you to go into the hospital to visit people who are there and to talk to them even in the mental hospital and you will collect bugs from the hospital but that is where the majority of the gold and the silver is.

It's a wise thing to say so we're going to publish

Thor Freya

Olympus

And yeah like 60% to 70% of the hospitals are run by trumpsters and they're just after the Gold and the silver and money Thor Freya

I'm proud of my husband I do have things to add if you go to the hospital say hello to your relative and they're doing badly trying to check them out and see what the attitude is I did it with my husband when I was his girlfriend and they wouldn't let him out and I'll tell you what I was very upset and they made me very angry treats me around and would not let me near the hospital they were chasing me around and I started to fire them and I fart a lot of them and it was not enough firing millions was not enough

Colleen powers

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