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benedictscanvas · 4 months

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pretty boy, pretty girl - jamie tartt x reader

pairing: jamie tartt x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

a/n: okay yes. it has been six months. which is actually mad to me, but there we are - whoops! i've been off following my dream and wrote this while procrastinating an assignment, so this is by no means a return!! honestly i was just itching to write it, but i don't know how much time i have for more - enjoy nevertheless <3

warnings: just a little bit of suggestion towards the end, reader is referred to as 'pretty girl' as the title implies amongst other pet names, quite a lot of swearing (some things don't change)

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“Hi love.”

Jamie barely murmurs it as he walks past you, can’t help himself but to drag a palm along your back, one shoulder blade to the other, as he goes.

He knows he’s bold sometimes, but he swears it’s instinct. He glances back to see whether your expression holds any discomfort, but all he finds is your grin, a tiny wave. He continues on his path towards the canteen, knowing that your corridor conversation with Rebecca is probably important.

Somewhere between here and there, he decides to get your lunch, your usual, and sits alone on a table until you appear.

You do, three and a half minutes later. As soon as he sees you, the irrepressible urge to make you grin again is back with a vengeance. He waves you over to his table with a gesture to the food he’s got for you and- there it is again.

If he was a slightly smarter man, maybe he’d consider why all it took was the sight of him to draw your lips upwards, set your eyes alight.

“Thought I’d save y’ from the queue,” he speaks, still soft, in a tone he feels he only uses with you. You match his unnecessary low volume.

“Thanks, angel,” you say easily, and you must not see his stomach doing flips, “Too good to me, you are.”

“Shut up,” he deflects, wonders if you can see him fluster at your nickname for him, “Are you still coming tonight?”

You groan. He frowns, and you quickly correct.

“Sorry. It’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, you sound proper convinced, an’ all.”

You chuckle, taking a bite out of your sandwich and taking a pause to chew. Jamie eats too, content to let you think before you speak. It was slowly teaching him to do the same.

“I’m just boring, Jamie. My favourite people are all under this roof, but usually they’re sober, you know?”

He often forgets you don’t really drink. Your friendship (however sour that word feels in relation to you) usually confined to these halls, to the pitch, to various football stadiums up and down the country. When they all get a chance to let loose, you’re very quick with the excuses, but he’s believed them blindly until this moment.

“Shit, y’ don’t drink, right? I can’t imagine that’s much fun in a club. I won’t tell anyone if you happen to come down with an illness or somethin’ this afternoon.”

You’re grinning at him again, all bright and sunny. It’s downright infectious, so Jamie nudges your foot with his on purpose and then apologises like it’s an accident.

“You’re alright,” you reassure, “I will join tonight. Even if it just proves to myself I’m not missing out on anything. Maybe Colin’s not as bad a drunk as I’ve been led to believe.”

Jamie winces.

“No, he is pretty bad,” he admits and then finally comes up with something to make you more comfortable, “Hey, what about this? I won’t drink either and we can spend the evening laughin’ at everyone else.”

You poke his hand and he tries not to drop his crisp packet.

“It’s everyone’s ‘relax and recharge’ night, Ted said. We both know you relax much easier with a few drinks in you. And I’d never judge anyone for that, I really hope it doesn’t come across like I’m judging any-“

“It doesn’t, sweetness,” he cuts in, “But actually, I’ll relax better if I’m one hundred percent positive that you’re relaxing too. What better way than judgin’ everyone else, together like?”

You purse your lips thoughtfully, mid-chew. He feels like he’s holding his breath, like he’s underwater and you’re in charge of the oxygen tank.

“Well, see how you feel when we’re there. It sounds lovely but only if you’re still up for it when we’re right next to a bar,” you say, still unconvinced. He wants to convince you fully, but he can’t decide if he should argue with you or kiss you silly before you speak again, “Hey, if not, I’ll buy you a drink?”

“Pretty sure that’s my line, love.”

“I said it, I meant it. Girls can buy drinks for pretty boys, you know.”

He thinks you might have removed his oxygen tank now. There’s some cruelty in that sentence but you don’t know you’re wielding it. He wills himself to flirt back even though it’ll only make him feel sick.

“Okay, pretty girl. One passionfruit J2O, please.”

Another grin. He’s so fucking fucked.

---

He’s been waiting for you for around forty minutes. He doesn’t know if that’s the normal amount of time you take to get ready, even if he wishes he knew, so he just waits, leaning against his car.

After fifty, he decides there’s no harm in just checking you’re alright and haven’t slipped on a sparkly floor that an evening cleaner has done a number on.

You mentioned going to the kit room to get changed, and he meets Will on his way there.

“Hey mate, you seen Y/N?”

Will looks paler than he’s ever been. Guilty. Jamie narrows his eyes and waits.

“Kit room.”

It’s all that Will says. When Jamie doesn’t walk off immediately, still waiting for an explanation for Will’s strange demeanour, Will turns around and legs it all the way down the corridor, turns left at the end and never returns.

Jamie shakes his head and continues in the direction of the kit room. The closer he gets, the more he hears. Muffled banging, shouting. He picks up the pace.

“Y/N? Love?”

“Jamie! Jamie, in here!”

Your voice floats out from the kit room and he hurries over. Still very confused, Jamie turns the door handle and finds the door won’t budge, however hard he shoves his shoulder against it.

“It’s locked, babe. Did you lock it?”

He hears your exasperated sigh and feels a little embarrassed.

“No I didn’t bleeding lock it! Well, I did, when I was getting changed, but then when I unlocked it my side it had been locked from the outside.”

Jamie struggled to put the dots together. Had Will locked you in? Judging by the running, he had… and he’d done it on purpose. A spark of anger shot down Jamie’s spine but he tried to convince himself there must be a reason.

Before he could, there was a hand on his on the door, pulling him away. It was being unlocked by another hand and then he was being shoved inside, hard enough to stumble against one of the benches. A piece of paper was thrown at his face and Jamie groaned as he heard the lock click back in place.

“What the fuck?” he muttered as he stood up fully, more dazed than angry now as he stared at the locked door.

“Jesus, Jamie, are you alright? Who the fuck was that?”

“I dunno,” he says, staring at the door as if it might have answers. Your hand on his face wakes him up, his eyes shifting to yours where you look him over with concern.

“You’re alright, though?”

You ask it like you need the answer, and Jamie needs you to stop trailing a finger along his hairline either way.

“Fine, love,” he assures you, patting the juncture between your shoulder and neck gently until your hands drop to your sides. Then he raises his voice, and he’s not really talking to you anymore, “Whoever’s locked us in here as some kind of joke won’t be fuckin’ alright though!”

No answer. He picks up the small piece of paper from the floor and reads it in his head.

Tell her, you prick.

He’s actually going to hit Roy with his car. Lightly, definitely not enough to damage him, but enough to really, really piss him off.

This was all some ridiculous attempt to make him tell you how he felt about you? Absolutely not. Never. He wouldn’t be coerced into something so delicate, so important.

“What’s it say?”

You’re peering over the top of the paper, but he folds it in two before you can read anything. His chuckle comes out strained.

“It says: Get fucking pranked. Must be Roy, he’s probably scared Will into helpin’ him, the fucker. I’m afraid it’s payback for putting all his socks on the ceiling last week, babe, an’ you’ve been caught in the middle.”

You pause, staring at your shoes. For some reason, you look far more forlorn than the situation calls for, but it’s gone before he can think about it further.

“On the ceiling?”

He nods and you giggle. It’s only as you step away from him in your laughter that he realises how close you had been. He should’ve savoured it.

It’s also only as you step away that Jamie finally gets a glimpse of your outfit and nearly reaches out to the nearby bench for strength. He’s never seen you in a v-neck anything before, let alone a dress, and he thinks it might do him in.

“You look good,” he says lamely, then tries again, “Great. Fan-fuckin’-tastic, I mean.”

“I like that last one,” you smile, ducking your head. He thinks, or rather hopes, you’re a little flustered, “Fan-fuckin’-tastic happens to be what I was going for.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, words gone as soon as he’d found them. And now he was staring. Shit.

“I like your suit,” you say, maybe breathless yourself. It must be his ears. You reach up as if you might fiddle with his lapel but just point towards it before your hand drops again. You practically fall down onto the bench you’re both stood beside and he follows, ever obedient, “Shame no one else will ever see it. How long do you think we’ll be stuck here?”

The suit isn’t for anyone except you. That’s what he’d say if he had any stupid bravery. He’s an awful coward, he thinks.

“Until Roy gets bored or Keeley finds out I reckon,” Jamie guesses, “Y’ wanna play I-spy?”

You sigh, but when he peeks at you out of the corner of his eye, you’re grinning your silly, lovely grin again.

“I spy with my little eye…”

---

It is around 11pm, when Jamie has not long fallen asleep against the jacket he had scrunched behind his head, that he feels your hand on his ankle. He can tell, as he wakes without opening his eyes, that you’re not trying to rouse him. The touch is light, feathery. Maybe an accident.

No, not an accident. It wouldn’t have lasted this long, and your thumb is drawing absentminded circles into his ankle bone. You think he’s asleep and you’ve reached out to hold him anyway.

He opens his eyes but doesn’t move. His legs are stretched out on the bench in front of him and you sit upright next his sock-clad feet, one hand on his bare ankle. You’re staring at a piece of paper so intently he wonders what could possibly be so interesting.

“This doesn’t say get fucking pranked, Jamie,” you murmur, and his hand flies to his jacket pocket. It must have fallen out when he slumped into a slumber. He’s sat up in a blink, watching the hand that had been so soothing, fall back at your side suddenly.

“I’m sorry. Shit. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“No, don’t,” you insist, still staring at the piece of paper. Instead of whirling on him for answers, you reach calmly into one of the boot cubbies beside your head and pull out a piece of paper from one of the boots. You chuck it at him without looking.

He unfolds it with careful, if shaky, hands.

Tell him, you silly shit.

It takes him an absurdly long time to understand what the hell this second piece of paper means. Later, when the two of you look back on this moment (and you do so often), you’ll wonder how he could have been so dense and he’ll spin you a line about how too good to be true it all felt. But in the moment, he has no lines and no words, until your hand lands heavy on his knee this time.

“Jamie,” you say softly, through a grin that is so different from your usual that he could pass out. It’s so beautiful and so strikingly lovesick that he thinks he might actually be sick, “What do you have to tell me?”

“What?”

He feels dumber than he’s ever felt. But your hand is still on his knee and now you’re shuffling closer to him on the bench.

“What do you have to tell me?” you repeat, then you poke his chest playfully as you add, “You prick.”

He still looks confused, so you clearly decide the best way to catch him up is to kiss him.

You pull away after a moment, a moment of pure heaven, because clearly you don't want to kiss him fully until he's all clued in.

"Come on, pretty boy," you say, teasing, "Figure it out. I was going to buy you a passionfruit J2O. It's the sign of all signs."

He should be laughing at your joke, but all he really wants to do is kiss you again. And again.

Maybe again.

"Oh pretty girl," he says, and he feels the rumble of his low tone in his chest. He places a hand on your face, fingers itching at your hairline, "I'll tell you anything ya wanna hear, I swear. Anythin'."

He hears your breath hitch, but he feels it too, where the meat of his palm is covering your neck.

"Anything?" you answer back, "I could have a lot of fun with this."

You scrunch up your brow like you're thinking and he's so stupidly in love with you that he just tells you. Too-soon be damned.

"Smooth talker," you laugh, giddy, and you kiss him again. And it's so good that he doesn't even remember you didn't say it back until hours later.

(at which point, you say it back so many times and in so many ways, Jamie is certain that he's the luckiest man in the world. he might not hit Roy with his car after all)

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kazumiwrites-fanfiction · 8 months

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Not-So-Secret Drawings

REQUEST: Hi there, so I've been daydreaming about this for awhile but I absolutely suck at writing so, could i request hcs were the reader is really good at drawing and has been secretly drawing random people on campus whenever they get the chance, but one day reader forgets there sketch pad somewhere and a character (of your choosing) finds it and decides to snoop and finds drawingsof them and people on campus. Just as they finish looking through reader comes (after realizing they forgot it). I hope this makes sense to you, have a nice day/night.

SUMMARY: Your carefully hidden secret is out now. WORD COUNT: 1k

WARNINGS: Riddle, Azul, Floyd, and Vil snooping looking through your drawings, reader is a really good artist, Riddle threatens you (out of love I swear), Azul is uncomfortable by your drawings (not in a bad way- I think), mentions of getting lectured by Azul, Floyd is a ball of chaos, Vil gets no warnings because he's perfect/j A/N: When I tell you that as soon as I saw this I immediately rushed to write two parts before having to stop because I needed to do my summer homework - and then procrastinated the last part (Vil)- Also I know you implied one character but since I'm indecisive I did multiple haha (I'm sorry (but also kind of not because this was fun)) I'm sure you don't suck at writing!! You just get sick of your own writing because it all seems predictable (speaking from experience, I read my work and I'm like "ew?? I need better words" haha) Vil's part is definitely weird because I was like "Fashion Designer!Reader" (probably because some of my friends take fashion/design classes) and I don't know how accurate this is I suck at drawing so I know nothing please don't come at me- Also on a side note, I have a lot of requests right now and since I have a lot of schoolwork I have to do right now, my writing will probably be scattered. Hope you guys understand! (Hope you have a nice day/afternoon/night/etc too!!)

You had always been careful with your drawings. You never wanted another person to look at them. After all, you had been drawing other people - and who knew what they would think?

Sure, they were pretty accurate, but still. It wasn't like the people at Night Raven College knew that you were drawing them. And you didn't want your drawings to get destroyed just because someone in a foul mood found them. Just your luck though, as you had left your sketchbook somewhere. Where did you even misplace it…

Riddle Rosehearts

He had always seen you with your sketchbook, but had assumed it was just for studying.

Likewise, when it popped up during class, he assumed that you were diligently taking notes.

It was almost sad seeing how far from the truth he was in hindsight.

Since he found your sketchbook on the floor (perhaps having fallen from your bag - it was always full, after all), he decided to take it to you. On the way over to Ramshackle Dorm, he flipped through the sketchbook before he paused.

These weren't notes. They were drawings.

And very good ones, at that.

They were so detailed, he thought for an instant that you had magicked them on here somehow (before remembering that you didn't have any magic).

So was this what you could do with some time and diligence?

His mother had never let him draw much so his drawings were mediocore at best (at worst, one would think that a small child had drawn them).

He found himself captivated by the artwork, flipping through the pages, seeing the drawings of various people from the school. Even some of himself…? With more details... It was odd, the small flutter in his chest. Happiness?

He jolted as he heard your voice, asking if that sketchbook in his hands was yours, abruptly slamming the sketchbook shut as if he had been looking at something completely inappropriate. Which, in a way, he might have been?

"Sorry for looking at these without your permission." He got out after a moment, handing it back to you. "You're a really good artist." He paused. "But you shouldn't be drawing in class. If I catch you with this sketchbook out during Trein-sensei's lectures, I'll have your head!"

Azul Ashengrotto

Of course Azul had noticed your drawings. He needed to in order to make sure he knew as much as possible about others so he could scam help them whenever they needed it.

Still, he found it intriguing, so he couldn't help but skim through your drawings. And my, were they amazing.

Until he got to the section where you had drawn him.

Sure, there were drawings of him in regular uniform, some of him in his P.E. uniform (he thought that they weren't really flattering on him, but you made it look good).

But then there were the sections where you had drawn him in mer form.

Of course, you had no idea what his mer form actually looked like (without all the overblotting, which you never got the chance to see clearly anyway) so it was mostly guesswork and using your imagination.

There were ones with long, large tentacles swarming around him.

Some with tentacles that were slender.

Some of them popped out of weird angles, which he was puzzled about, but okay.

My tentacles can't move like that - or can they?

They definitely shouldn't be popping out of his ribs. Wherever did you get that particular idea? It made him uncomfortable just by looking at it.

He was so caught up in examining your drawings and he didn't notice you until you literally snatched the sketchbook from his hands, saying something about how they were private.

"Sorry, [Y/N]-san... But these drawings aren't too accurate, you know."

And that was how you got roped into a three-hour long discussion about the anatomy of octopuses as well as the anatomy of merfolk and how your drawings were terribly inaccurate. (You were just guessing, how were you supposed to know any of this?)

Floyd Leech

Floyd wouldn't even wait until the sketchbook was unattended.

He'd pop out of nowhere, eyes bright, asking what you were doing.

Never mind if it was in the middle of class or not.

You've both gotten scolded about this, he should know better.

Still, one day he caught you by surprise, and the book slipped from your hands.

You muttered a small curse before trying to grab it, but whoops, too late. Floyd had already gotten it and was flipping through the pages.

"Aww, Koebi-chan, you drew me?" His gaze met yours, a wide grin on his face (showing his extremely sharp teeth). "You should've just asked, I would've modeled and stuff for you."

You shook your head slightly. You had wanted to keep this a secret if possible... At least Floyd seemed to be in a fairly good mood. You told him that you wanted to draw people in their natural state, without them posing for the "camera," so to speak.

He looked disappointed, but then immediately asked if you could come to a basketball practice or match or something. Perhaps you'd find it more interesting to draw him there. Or maybe in the ocean?

Vil Schoenheit

He was no stranger to people drawing him. He was famous after all.

He did sometimes get… odd pieces of artwork, but that was to be expected.

Still, he didn't expect to find a sketchbook with him in it, abandoned at an empty seat. Only drawings of him.

It had so happened that you were trying to figure out a good design for clothing. You always wanted to have a face to your designs, and he was the perfect subject.

Maybe your drawings didn't do him justice, but it was interesting to see how you could tweak your designs to fit him better.

Still, Vil was plenty impressed.

These designs... He could definitely see himself wearing them.

Maybe he could show them to one of the people he knew... They could help make something like that. With your permission, of course.

He closed the book as he heard you come up.

"These designs really are fascinating. Would you mind showing me more details? I'm certain that we can turn these drawings into reality if you'd like it."

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 27 days

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Crown of Gold

cw. gn!reader, eremite!reader, pre-relationship, reader rizz

pairing. kaveh x reader

notes. this has been in my drafts for months. literal freaking months. this was supposed to be done and posted ages ago but apparently... this is what happens to a oneshot in the hands of a master procrastinator. this isn't anything too long but kaveh simps, come get your simp juice.

“You have a really fun toy, Mister!”

“Mehrak isn’t a toy! She’s my precious toolbox!”

There’s a mechanical beep and you hear gleeful shrieks and clapping following.

“A toy, a toy!”

When the man ー Kaveh, you remember ー groans in frustration, you aren’t able to stop your soft chuckles that are drowned out by the sounds of your younger sisters’ laughter. Let me help the guy out before he pulls his hair out.

“Uru, Jericho,” you step from behind the pillar, tugging your brocade off your face to give them a stern but playful look. The twins share a look of panic between them, Uru letting go of the strange, sentient box in her hands. “Are you bothering our guest?”

Aaru Village isn’t your home but it is a stable place to keep your sisters while you work.

You were born into the life of a mercenary, you seldom had a choice in what to become. Your mother was a mercenary and you grew up surrounded by them. Uncles and Aunties who would carve bowls and husk ajilenakh nuts with their swords. Stories being told around a fire as songs that have long since lost their names are sung. The scent of iron and dust blending into each other.

Your father passed away months after your birth and as for the twins’ dad, you doubt you would be able to pick the man out of a crowd even if held by blade point. You don’t know if he’s dead, nor do you know if the man simply abandoned his children in favor of life in the rainforest. Maybe he even had a new family.

You doubt you’ll ever receive an answer. Nor do you care if you ever receive one.

After your mother died on a job, you took your sisters and brought them to Aaru Village. Here your sisters can grow up with friends they can see everyday and neighbors with varying life expectancies.

You, on the other hand, continued your life as a hand-for-hire. Mercenary work is what took your family but it is what gave you the means to survive with the family you have left.

Uru and Jericho are your pride and joy. You want them to have the opportunities you couldn’t.

That doesn’t mean they can torment the architect whose visit to the village coincided with your own however.

“He’s the one who designed the library they’re building. He’s Kaveh!” you learned quickly from little Ayten. One might find it honorable he returns to make sure his work is being followed completely to the letter, another might find it simply as the architect doing his job.

You like to believe his reasoning is a happy medium between the two.

You give Kaveh a polite smile and he smiles back in relief. It’s practically reflex that you feel a small stutter of your heart. He is very beautiful. You have seen your fair share of beautiful people in both the desert and the rainforest.

This son of the rainforest is perhaps the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

It isn’t the first time you’ve seen the architect without your Eremite brocade inhibiting your sight. You’d seen him from a distance in the afternoon sun, discussing with Setaria and Badawi. Yet it is a different experience when he is standing right in front of you with locks of gold crowning his head and framing his ruby-red eyes.

“Go on and apologize to Mr. Kaveh and his Mehrak, okay?”

“Sorry, Mr. Kaveh,” Uru murmurs, hands behind her back.

“Sorry,” Jericho mumbles, fiddling with her dress.

Kaveh clears his throat and he sounds a bit too pleased at the apologetic words even if they are technically forced. “It’s fine, just make sure to treat Mehrak gently. She’s very important to me.” As if to agree with her master, the sentient box beeps. “Mehrak says she forgives you as well.” The twins brighten at this declaration.

“Now why don’t the two of you go and play with the children your age, hmm,” you nod in the direction of some children playing enthusiastically with their small scarab warriors.

“Sorry about my sisters,” you tell the man softly when the twins make their exit. “They think you’re fascinating.” He is fascinating. The clothes you buy are built for practicality. For the heat of the desert and for the humidity of the rainforest. Kaveh’s form of dress is undoubtedly fancier than what most desert folk don. He was swathed in the colors of Sumeru from the greens of the rainforest to the pale golds of the sands. “Most rainforest folk they see in Aaru Village are... different compared to you.”

Scholars in their Akademiya robes or those who now call the Red Sand their home. Those are the types of rainforest folk you'll typically find here.

“They aren’t too much trouble,” the architect tells you smoothly like he hadn’t been softly bullied by the two only moments prior.

“Really? They’re a pair of troublemakers to me,” you laugh, scarred hands resting on your hips. “They know they’re cute too. You’ve fallen right into their trap. They’ll be begging you to make them wreaths with your Vision if you’re not careful.”

Kaveh doesn’t look upset by your guffaws. His smile is one of exasperation and self-admitted doom. “Yep, they got me good,” he sighs good-naturedly. “I owe you a ‘thank you’. For Mehrak,” the toolbox beams in what you think is a happy tone. “And you’re the additional help Badawi mentioned, right? I appreciate you helping with keeping the trade route open to help lower loss of materials.”

“No need to thank me for that,” you shake your head. You don’t deserve them. You’re only helping since this coincided with your visit. So when Badawi asked if you could assist with keeping the costs down in the way you knew best, you easily told him he had your axe. “If it weren’t for that, I probably would be who knows where right now.”

Kaveh shakes his head at you even more firmly, “regardless of the reasoning, you’re helping out and that’s worthy of an expression of gratitude.”

You decide to let the architect win this battle. “Consider it my own thanks,” at the look of confusion he gives you, you are quick to explain: “For the library. It’s something this place desperately needs.”

Kaveh's smile is a bit more warm than polite. "It's my pleasure to work on any desert revitalization efforts."

You sit on one of the stray crates close by and gesture for the architect to sit beside you. He does, setting his toolbox beside him, it's bright green glow gone. "When it comes to this library you're building, can we expect to see it decorated entirely in plants?"

"I'll have to disappoint you," the man laughs sheepishly. "The building will probably be plainer than you're thinking."

"Don't worry, I was just pulling your chain," you reassure him. "It's enough that the children here will have a place to study."

“Plants have never been my strong suit,” the architect admits with a begrudging tone. “I’m happy with the Vision I have but plants aren’t an element I have a natural affinity for. I would have expected something more fitting to my interests or maybe that has more to do with my career.” He then mutters something along the lines of ‘maybe Geo or Cryo for sample constructs’, lost completely in thought.

He really is beautiful. It’s a look you’ve seen on him before from a distance. Deep in thought in the glow of the sun that made his hair shine more bright and his red eyes a red as deep as the cloths eremites use to cover their eyes.

“I have a friend with a Dendro Vision who hails from the Amurta Darshan, he definitely is able to use his to its fullest extent,” Kaveh sighs in finality. "I'll see if there are any plants he recommends for the desert

“I think it suits you,” a blond eyebrow raises in curiosity. As if he's challenging you for such a thought. An architect with with the power of plants doesn't seem that ridiculous a notion to you.

“The rainforest is your home so I think Dendro suits you just fine." He's much like the plants of Sumeru himself with the bright colors he swaddled in. "You’ve grown into your plants quite well, son of the rainforest. Besides, flowers are beautiful. Beautiful things are best suited for beautiful people.”

Perhaps that was too honest if Kaveh’s flaming red face at your candor is anything to go off of.

“As for myself, a Vision would be nice but I don’t need one. My ambitions in life are simpleー give my sisters the life I couldn’t have," you continue on, looking at your sisters.

They have no scarabs of their own to join in their friends' game, but they are watching the present match enthusiastically.

It’s a goal that can be accomplished with or without a Vision, blessings from the gods are simply boons for that goal. “I want them to go to the Akademiya and have the best chance at a good life. Maybe meeting you will inspire them to join Kshahrewar and become architects. Whatever makes them happy.”

Your words bring Kaveh out his flustered stupor, crossing his arms with a look of indignance. “I refuse to let those two be architects,” he says too resolutely for someone who is practically a stranger to the three of you. “If they want peace, they should definitely find a different field of study.”

You snort in amusement, “Setaria was telling me about how you’re this bigshot architect in the capital and you don’t want more students to join the craft?”

Kaveh shudders as if recalling terrible, terrible memories. “I’m surprised my hair hasn’t already turned gray,” he nods to himself, even more convinced than before. “Those girls look more like Amurta researchers to me. Maybe Spantamad if they find they like field research.”

“I’ll be sure to pass on your opinions to them, Mr. Kaveh,” you say with a bemused grin. “Maybe in the future they’ll surprise us both and do none of the things we’re talking about.” But as long as it isn’t mercenary work, it doesn’t matter.

"Kaveh," the architect corrects you. "You can just call me Kaveh. No formalities needed."

"Feel free to just call me [First]," you grin. You believe you'll enjoy working this project for however long you're needed. You don't think it's too arrogant to believe the man beside you is thinking the same. "No formalities needed."

Extra:

I was heavily moved to write this because I was thinking about VADTD's Penelope and how when she first met Callisto her eyes were drawn to his golden hair. I have a weakness for 2D blonds that that have red eyes, it's such a sexy combo in manhwas

#look she's writing #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaveh x reader #kaveh x you

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wisteriagoesvroom · 3 months

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schools of thought: part 2 🦊

A landoscar college AU, told through social media

to catch up, check out part 1 here

author's notes

thank you for your patience and the kudos on part 1 🤧 irl stuff happened and i worked on a different story for a while before getting back to this one

ignore timestamps, they don't really matter

if you enjoy it, please consider liking / reblogging / commenting! 💙

—————we pick up at the federation U library———————

lando's studying late. it's a tuesday, and there aren't too many people there - just him, linda the librarian who isn't particularly impressed at anything or anyone, and a couple of other students on other islands of desks, stuck in their own world.

lando doesn't find academic work impossible per se, it's more the sustained attention that gets challenging. and contrary to how he seems, he does actually work hard at his core modules. even if he isn't sure exactly to what end, yet.

the screen's blazing bright and lagrange's theorem is starting to make his brain statick-y, so lando rubs his eyes. one of those advice pages on tiktok said changing tasks could help sometimes to refocus on his studying. something about crop rotation or switching channels of the brain or something. if it's on social media, it must be true.

so he opens his design software instead and makes a party invite.

he sends a prayer to the holy trinity of tiesto, guetta and darude for his very basic photoshop abilities. and an extra hail-van-helden for the free software that he pirated off charles.

the party playlist is already whirring in his head. definitely some garage smashed with some old school hip hop, and he's sure there's a way to get some hans zimmer piano in there. whatever, it'll work.

satisfied with his efforts, lando sips from his hydroflask. (the drink is one part instant coffee, one part spicy honey, and a lot of hot water. carlos gives him shit about it all the time, but carlos is spanish and generally prone to dramatics when it comes to coffee and just about everything else.)

still focused on his important task of Procrastinating His Stabilizer Equations, lando texts max.

linda, to her credit, only glared at him once when he started humming kid cudi under his breath.

and judging from experience, max and charles are going to be a while, so there's nothing for lando to do but stare at the wall and keep working on his playlists. oh, and his math assignments.

meanwhile, oscar gets a ping from logan.

what is there to say about the meeting really, oscar thinks. uneventful. ———————earlier——————————

the first project catch-up with lando, they'd met under the campus bee statue. a sunny afternoon, but the campus was quiet, half of them having decamped to the nearby hills or beach for a change of scenery. it was just the pleasant and tolerable buzz of other students enjoying the warmth and doing university student things. he'd spotted a couple of people with picnic blankets out. he hadn't brought a picnic blanket, thinking this would be a quick meeting.

lando had appeared in a blur of white and orange, like a y2k elf. ear piercing, music festival rubber bracelets and all. in a t-shirt that said i'm acute angle.

"'sup osc!" lando said.

"that t-shirt's gramatically incorrect. technically." oscar had replied.

"whaa-aat. but more to the point, it's funny."

"i guess. did you do the reading yet? thought it'd be good to talk roles and responsibilities and maybe a project timeline."

"timeline?" lando said, as he tossed his backpack down and flopped on the lawn. lando extracted two heinekens from a side pocket and went through a complicated manouvre of opening them with his room keys. "thought we'd maybe crack open a beer and just chat, matey."

i'm not your matey, oscar thought. i'm a passenger to whatever train of chaos it is that you're driving and i'd like to get off.

oscar's skin prickled as he realised the double meaning of get off. he also tried to not think too hard about how overfamiliar lando was acting towards him. the worse thing was: there was a bigger part of him that was probably willing to let lando get away with it.

lando seemed to be ignoring whatever existential crisis oscar was going through. instead, lando was going on and on about philosophical youtubers and sparknotes. lando was so animated when he spoke, too: hands always in gestures, as if excitement buzzed directly out of his fingertips and onto oscar. there was a sparkle in his eyes, blue sliding into grey, that made oscar want to sit on his hands. because they were the kind of eyes they wrote about in regency novels, the windows to the soul kind of melodramatic nonsense. that would make him want to do stupid shit. like, get-in-the-way-of-the-project-grade kind of stupid shit.

so it took oscar a lot of energy to focus in that first meeting. he thought he did a pretty decent job picking up the thread of conversation, around the part where lando had called foucault's theory "the indiana jones thought thingy."

"i think you mean archaeology of knowledge."

"right! right." lando said, as he beamed up at him.

oscar had suddenly felt overly warm, then. probably just the sun on the quad, he thought to himself. he was from australia, so technically he should've known better, and worn adequate SPF. he'd have to set a phone reminder for that at a later point. he refused to be fooled again by the european summer and its apparently hypnotic effects. even if those hypnotic effects were probably mostly caused by a menacing parallel phenomenon that oscar would call solarus landonitus.

—————————————————

later, oscar's cooks dinner, and tries to decipher the instructions on the back of a frozen bag of beef mince. pato and logan are away at a football game across the border in italy, an overnighter thing.

his phone vibrates. it's lando.

oscar's hands hover over the letter keys. a party? he couldn't think of anything worse. but lando said a couple of friends, and it's true oscar hasn't really partied, and he thinks hanging out with his D&D friends doesn't really count. there had been that one instance in first year when oscar had gone to try and meet logan and pato at the ministry of sound, and he'd accidentally ended up at the ministry of state government building. after that, he'd figured parties weren't really fated for him.

but. lando, social butterfly lando, campus personality lando is the one asking. and logan's right, oscar probably does take himself too seriously.

osc types and deletes at least four different responses before be replies. he is an eng lit major, he tells himself. surely he should be better at crafting his words than this. but sometimes it is what it is.

so it isn't a commitment, and it isn't a hard no, either.

oscar stares at his phone. it's gone quiet. lando's moved on – probably uploading an instagram story. or smashing his too keyboard loudly in a public space as he solves a polynomial. or making a new and unlikely EDM song out of radiator noises, or whatever it is that lando "i'm so cool" norris decides to do with his free time.

oscar is studying the dorm kitchen tiles, thinking about not thinking about lando, when his pasta water boils over. it hits the induction stove with a loud hiss.

"shit!" osc yelps. he grabs a nearby dish towel to wipe it up.

the pasta ends up both soggy and under salted, but he eats it anyway. mind turning all the while.

——————stay tuned part 3 (hint: party party)————————

p.s. if you want to be tagged/notified on the next part/updates just lmk in comments or DM and i'd be happy to!!

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“What do you want to watch?” tatgylb. i imagine mat getting home from a game after mama bear puts ella to bed. mama bear sitting on the couch not doing much and when mat gets home they decide to watch a tv series (right after she moves in)

perfect! i loved this request (i love writing scenes for tatgylb, especially when i'm procrastinating on part 6 lol). and what a soft moment i never ever thought about! thank you for your creativity!!

here it is!

it had been a long day. ella didn't sleep well during the night, and was cranky all day until her afternoon nap (she hardly slept during her morning nap too). when she woke up, she was an angel, but by that point you were dead on your feet.

so you sat her down in her play pin while got her dinner ready. things moved pretty quickly after that, with ella eating dinner and then taking a bath before you put her down to sleep.

you immediately fell into the couch and turned on mat's game while the sound of ella's sound machine reverberated through the baby monitor on the coffee table.

truth be told, you weren't super into hockey before you met mat. you picked up a few things from just the amount of highlight videos you've watched to get a feel for what's impressive and what's not allowed.

but you were still kinda lost without mat there to explain things. you supposed you could text sydney, but she was probably at the game.

so google was your only option. you found yourself googling calls the refs were making at different points in the game.

it wasn't long before the third period ended with the isles losing 4-2.

you were scrolling on your phone when mat came home. he dropped his stuff down at the entry way and mumbled a hello to you before heading back to his room. you thought that was the end of it until he came out in basketball shorts and a seattle thunderbirds tee shirt.

"what're we watching?"

you shrugged, too exhausted to have an opinion. "what do you wanna watch?" you held the remote out towards him and he took it albeit hesitantly.

"anything but espn, i don't think i can take another highlight reel or analytics of my shitty performance tonight." he scrolled through the channels before exiting out and going to disney plus.

he stopped over the animated movies and hesitated. "what's your favorite disney movie? and don't say the lion king, i can't take more sadness."

you shrugged. "maybe you should pick tonight, after all it seems like you've had a shitty day."

"you're slouching and you look dead inside, i think it's safe to say you also didn't have a great day today either."

"we could watch mulan?" mat nodded and pressed play on the movie.

when the music of the intro started playing, you could see him look at your from the corner of your eye.

you hesitated but looked at him anyway. "are you okay?"

he nodded. "in case i don't say it enough, thanks for helping with ella. it means the world to me."

you smiled back, a genuine one that almost hurt your cheeks. "it means the world to me too, mat."

#tatgylb #1k celebration #mat barzal #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal imagine #mathew barzal imagine #mathew barzal

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HS + Y/I: 2022 (SERIES)

EXTRA (8) -- mb i keep procrastinating i swear its not my fault (it is) LMAO

PREVIOUS. NEXT.

HARRY STYLES + PLATONIC!EX-1D MEMBER!FEM!READER

WARNINGS: will be changing face claims for every post ! hope it won't be a bother.

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It was YN's preferred pizza, which surprised her. As she crouches next to the fan, YN exclaims, "You are now my favorite person ever, I love you so much." — "You certainly made her happy, I suppose. Sincerely, I believed she would eventually cut off my head." Harry says as he squats down next to YN and receives snarling looks in return.

"Harry, I hate you so much." She pushes him in a playful manner until he falls to his back, at which point she turns to face the fan while grinning widely. — "You have my undying love. I adore you. Because of you, dinner is served!"

"Speaking of Adore You," Harry teases into his microphone as he motions for YN to stand, the upbeat instrumental playing through the speakers.

YN was spotted eating pizza while seated close to her and Harry's band.

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felixatro · 4 months

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Could I get uuuuh Sidon x male reader where the reader is an artist and notices Sidon swimming and draws him and Sidon becomes his muse and Sidon finds out?

Fuck yeah I got a request 😭😭 I assume this is botw HALLELUJAH

SIDON X MALE READER

You and Sidon have been close friends for some time, Sidon often liked to visit you to see what you paint or drew, it was mostly landscapes. The rest was of Sidon. You felt embarrassed by this and kept these pieces hidden. Were no one, especially Sidon, would see.

It was a bright day outside and it wasn’t raining so you went out and sat near a stream, there was a few kids that played here in the water. You smiled at the little kids, some where on lower ground Sidon was swimming, he seemed to be playing with the children there, smiling you decide to paint Sidon once again.

It was afternoon until you decide to pack up and go back to your place. Putting away the paints and brushes into your bag, you head to the shed where you store your paintings of Sidon. Right when you open the door you hear a loud voice behind you

“Hey! I haven’t seen you all day how are you doing?”

You tense at recognizing the voice, panicking you quickly throw in the painting in the shed

“Hello Sidon, I’m doing good and how are you?”

Is what you got out of your throat, slowly turning back to face him

“Great! I saw that you had a painting could I see?”

More like statement instead of a question, Sidon gently pushes you to the side and opens the door to all of the paintings of him. You froze, mouth moving but no words come out

“I’m not a creep!!!”

You force out of your throat, you turn to the wall of the door and lean you face against it, wanting to bury yourself in a hole, expecting a scared Sidon you contemplate on your head whether you should head bang your head onto a rock

“This is your works of me? How beautiful!”

Said with a smile on his face, he continued on to praise of the paintings, you felt relived, but even more embarrassed by his words

“Thank you Sidon..”

As if a the ghost was sucked out of you you mumbled

“Do you mind if I keep some?”

“I don’t mind at all”

Days after he asked you to paint him more despite how much you already do

Flip how do you close a fanfiction my brain is dying, I finally completed this after procrastinating for so long hip hip hooray!

This wasn’t as long as I wanted it to be 😭

#sidon x reader #x male reader #botw x reader #Sidon x male reader

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genshin-scenarios · 8 months

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Reunion: Encounters [Part 2]

Read the first series (Adopt a Wanderer) here! An AU where Scaramouche/Wanderer gets isekaied to your world - a found-family series.

Summary: You find yourself in a not-so-familiar place. (Things will pick up more in the next few parts!)

Warnings: contains spoilers of Wanderer's story in the archon quest!

Part 1 <-

-> Part 3

On a morning where the weather is kind and you had a good rest the night before - you get up, prepare for the day, and step outside to be greeted by the picturesque Avidya Forest.

It's a sight you’re slowly getting used to, after a few weeks of being here. To think you'd ever find yourself inside the world of a game. As ludicrous as it sounds, you'd tried multiple times to wake yourself out of this very realistic 'dream', until you had no choice but to conclude that the rumble in your stomach and exhaustion from running around was very much real.

Before that, you had woken up at the feet of a statue of the seven in Sumeru. Bewildered and anxious, you were understandably worried about your survival in a place where manipulating the elements was real, as well as the presence of other dangerous foes.

…But all things considered, you’d been lucky enough to find an abandoned hideout in the forest; a humble home carved into the body of a tree. It had a door, windows, a makeshift desk with sitting areas, and a ladder that led up to a small sleeping abode upstairs. It was likely built for a researcher of some sort, but as far as you could tell this place hadn't been occupied for quite some time.

Eventually, an Aranara appeared on the ground floor, searching for a flower it left behind. It'd jumped in surprise when it realized you could see it, but after getting over its initial shock, the kind creature showed you around the forest in exchange for helping it collect some fruits.

Up till now you’ve figured out where the nearest shops and people were, but had always subconsciously avoided going to the main city.

After all, many of the Traveler’s quests were prompted there. You didn't want to imagine getting caught up in the Akasha Terminal fiasco. And…

After arriving in Teyvat and coping with your initial confusion, you’d started to have dreams about your life back home. And within them was an extra figure in your life: one who had disappeared from your memories ever since he'd returned to Teyvat, leaving you to continue your days without a clue of what you’d lost.

Was it grief that you felt, on mornings where faint images of your days with Kuni lingered on your mind? Or was it anxiety? For the worst thing that could happen was if you searched for him, only to find out he held no recollection of you.

...It wasn't impossible, seeing as the science of whatever allowed either of you to leave or enter Teyvat was random and unreliable at best.

You could always just leave for another nation, but something at the back of your mind would always keep you in Sumeru, mulling over the possibility that if Kuni did recognise you, perhaps you’d find some direction on what to do next.

…That is, if he remembered you. And even with that - if he’d even care about someone from his far-flung past, who’s nothing more than a background character to his copious hardships and centuries of living.

You knew you’d be devastated if Kuni didn’t know who you were at all, but it wouldn’t be a stretch to say your spirit would be crushed if he did and simply wanted nothing to do with you. Would you rather he call you delusional, a lunatic, or way in over your head? All options were enough to keep you procrastinating on the matter, staying within the bubble of the Avidya Forest and contemplating how to stretch out the mora you'd gotten from pawning off the items in your bag.

But as fortune would have it, the more you wanted to avoid such matters, the quicker they seemed to come toward you. While you were buying items from a merchant in Gandharva Ville in the afternoon, a familiar shade of blue passed by your view.

You didn't think much of it, until said silhouette decided to make his presence known. A small hello escaped his lips, shortly followed by a yelp from you as you flinched away in recognition of his voice.

“...Oh, sorry about that! I didn’t mean to startle you.” The figure dips his head in apology, azure hat gleaming in the afternoon light. “My footsteps tend to be quiet… Is everything alright? You look a little pale.”

“Yes, of course…!” You felt like your brain was short circuiting. Oh my god, what do I do? “I was just so distracted. It's like you appeared out of nowhere!”

Trying to take your items and leave, you pay the merchant and pick up your bag in a hurry, only for a sunsettia to fall out from your haphazard actions.

It plonks against the ground, making you wince. You crouch down to retrieve it - only for the familiar face to reach it first, offering it back to you with a worried look. Your hands are shaking, aren't they? This feels unreal. Why is he here?

“Forgive me if this sounds rude, but… It looks like you might need a little help carrying all of that.” He gestures at the second bag the merchant is preparing for you, with other ingredients you’d forgotten you’d ordered. “If you don’t mind, I can help?”

“I, um.” You falter, feeling the most head-empty in a while. You grasp for a reason to deny him. “I don’t have any way to repay you.”

A small smile graces the Wanderer's expression; the sight causes your heart to twinge. “I wasn’t expecting anything in return. I’m simply a vagrant from Inazuma. I’ve gotten used to helping others during my travels.”

The information falls into your mind like puzzle blocks, your buzzing thoughts slowing as you came to a realization; you'd heard about the Akasha Terminals being discontinued from gossiping merchants and forest watchers, so this meant that Scaramouche had already…

“...I’d forgotten to introduce myself.” You bow your head slightly, arms holding the bag in your arms against your chest as if to help compose yourself. Is this how the Traveler felt when they saw him during the interlude? His personality is... “My name is Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Musing at your formality, he mirrors your action after retrieving your second bag from the merchant. Another curve of his lips, with the softness of one who has not yet experienced the pain of his past reincarnations.

“It’s nice to meet your acquaintance." Pale indigo eyes meet yours from under the shade of his hat. "You can call me Wanderer.”

-> Part 3

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copias-juicebox · 8 months

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It's a Sin Chapter 2

Part 1 | Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x fem! Reader Words: 5144 Genre: romance, angst, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, SLOWBURN Warnings: explicit languge, violence, abuse, age gap, smut (in the upcoming chapters blabla)

Notes: so i finally got to write down the next part. I am sorry it took so long. Been procrastinating for ages. I was very insecure to write this but i actually found a very sweet soul here to help me. This is why i have decided to dedicate this chapter to the lovely @fishwithtitz. Literally an angel (or demon idk) sent from up or down. However she helped me soooo much writing this and without her you would not be reading this now. So huge kudos and all the love and appreciation for this amazing woman. 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 (you should check out her works she is such a wonderful writer.)

18 years. It had been 18 long years since the night you ran away. The last time you were in your hometown was nearly two decades ago. And now, you are back.

It was so long ago, you barely even remembered the night at all. In your mind, there was just that awful night that resulted in your parents sending you away to learn the discipline they tried to beat into you, mentally and sometimes even physically. The dreadful day you wanted to forget so badly. Remembering that day and the following consequences had a shiver run down your spine. It left you with many scars mentally and you avoided thinking about it.

The school your parents chose for you was a few hours away from your home. It turned out to be an all girls school, run by catholic nuns that would enforce their teaching in only one way. “The way of God“ they always said.

You and all the other young girls had to learn what the nuns taught. The school followed the curriculum like any other school. Mathematics, language arts, science (even if many scientific facts were altered to fit the catholic beliefs), social studies and fine arts. Of course they taught everything from a catholic root and some of the subjects were taught in a very traditional way. Special courses in Bible work and Latin were forced on the students every afternoon. Even the fine arts like music and visual art they kept to a stern regulation. Any indication of „unholyness“ in the themes would be followed by extra bible lessons and hours spent in prayer with the Sister on duty. Nonetheless, your parents would not have sent you here if it were not run by catholic women in service of God. Like all the other girls, you had to obey the many arbitrary rules they set up. If you did not, they made sure you and everyone else were punished in quite severe ways. The nuns could be harsh and unforgiving. One time, a group of girls were found outside after curfew and they had to face the stick and had been locked away for a week.

In the beginning, you had a hard time— but you learned fast and they rarely found you breaking the rules in your later years. That did not mean you just rarely broke them, of course. You just had to be clever about it. Luckily, you were intelligent and learned to maneuvre your way the world. As they say “learn to swim, or you will drown.“ It was hard of course. You honestly tried to be a good girl. You told no lies, and that was when it would become very hard for you to stick to the teachings of the church since the nuns would ask you if they were suspicious of your actions. You always told them half truths. Enough to please them but never telling them nearly enough because that would get you hit with a paddle, your dinner forgone for days and hours of disciplinary work with the nuns to make you find your way back to God. The irony behind their words was never lost on you, only making your and everyone longing for freedom from God stronger.

As a girl, living in a world ruled by men and women acting in service of mankind, you had no say in your future. Your career was chosen long before you could even imagine working at some time in your life. So as soon as you settled into your new school, a nun called Sister Angela would ask you to help her in the infirmary. You were supposed to learn everything from a young age to later become a nurse. Sister Angela was an old and very strict sister. But you found she was actually very kind and warm inside. She was the closest thing you got to a mother figure in your new life so far away from your home. She taught you everything you knew. Everything about the school and the church that ruled over it.

She was very understanding when you were in your teenage years and even helped you once in a while when you were close to facing punishment for not doing your assigned chores in time for the 3rd time in a week. Without her, you might have ended up in a way worse condition than you luckily did. Some nights she was your rock in the waves, supporting you when you needed someone.

Luckily, your new occupation became a passion. You had always been happy to help anyone in need. No matter how. As long as you could help, you would nearly do anything to make other people’s lives easier. A people pleaser. That earned you a lot of praise in the later years from the people in town who got to benefit from your goodhearted nature many times over the years. That was the best feeling in the world — to be appreciated for your work filled you with happiness and it made your heart swell with pride.

After you graduated, you chose to pursue volunteer work on the streets. Helping others in need felt like your calling, and your parents were very happy about it. Working there for a few months gave you time to meet new people, and one day, a man came to you. He explained to you that he was working for a non profit organisation, and if you were interested, he could help you find a job. He would just need to know what your conditions were, and he would try to find a place that would be in dire need of a nurse.

You had been very grateful since you were in need of a job soon anyway. The volunteer work filled you with contentment, but you had to pay bills and your savings were wearing thin. You contacted him and told him that you would like to work somewhere for a church. You told him that you were not too picky, as long as you got your own room.

A few days later, he called you back telling you he found one place that was in desperate need of a nurse and under good conditions as well. It was an old church in a secluded area. They were offering to cover your living expenses, housing, food was inclusive, and they would pay you well enough. One extra perk they offered was that you could take courses in literature or arts for those who liked it. You were pleased to see that the church was located in the very same town you called your home, and since it was a church, you knew your parents would be supporting you to work there. „The Emeritus Church“ was what the guy on the phone said. You‘d never heard of that church before, but you figured it was a place of retired church officials and since you knew the older generation was not fond of electronic devices, you did not think too much of it when you did not find their website mentioned on the list of official catholic churches in your hometown.

You happily accepted the offer and tomorrow was the big day — the day you would start your first day as a nurse in the church.

You stood in front of the train station now. You could no longer live with your parents since they had moved away to another town 40 minutes away and a Sister, Sister Hannah from the Church with whom you had been writing, told you there would be a car to escort you to your new workplace. You were never that nervous in your life. Sister Hannah told you it would be a black Mercedes. She would be there waiting with the driver, and after a short period of time, you spotted a black S-Class rolling into your view.

The car came to halt in front of you and the door on the passenger side opened. A beautiful woman got out of the car. She was about your age you assumed. She wore a black habit and a big smile. As she approached you, the first thing that caught your attention were her shining grey-coloured eyes.

„Hello there. I am Sister Hannah. You might just call me Hannah if you like. You must be our new nurse — and a pretty one at that.“ She started with a warm smile, already fully aware you were the newest member in the ministry. When she stood before you, she extended a hand for you to shake. You smiled at her and took her hand giving her your name.

„It is nice to meet you, Sister Hannah. Yes it is me, I guess.“ you responded with your own smile.

„Wonderful. I am so glad you are here now. Let us not wait for too long here and get your stuff inside the car then. I want to show you a lot today.“

You nodded and began to lift your heavy bags off the ground when Hannah stopped you. „Oh no love don‘t do that I can let the Ghoul carry your stuff you need not to worry about it.“ She was already back at the car speaking to the driver.

You stared at her a bit lost. Did she just call the driver a ghoul? Poor guy might not have an angels face but surely there as no reason to call the poor thing a ghoul was it? Before you could think about it any longer a man opened up the door and walked in your direction. You stared at him wide eyed, not moving an inch when you saw he was actually wearing a silver mask that covered his whole head. The mask had little horns on top and underneath he seemed to wear a black balaclava that covered up his whole face so you could not even see his eyes. Just the mouth was free and he stopped right in front of you, tilting his head to the side.

Sister Hannah was next to you in a heartbeat. „So, this is our new nurse, Swiss. You better behave around her, yeah? Don‘t want me to complain about it to Papa again, right?“

The masked man in front of you turned his head sharply to Sister Hannah at that and just as sharply he looked back at you giving you a big teethy smile, motioning for your bags. You had not realized, but you were holding your bags in a death-like grip. The whole situation was so bizarre.

You gave the odd guy whose name was Swiss your bags. „Oh no, they are quite heavy, you should not carry them all at once.“ He took the heavy bags like they weighed nothing and carried them to the trunk of the car. That was impressive. He did not look like a specifically muscular guy, but you decided to brush it off when Hannah spoke up next to you.

„Perfect, so then let us get going, yeah?“ You followed her to the car and slid into the black soft leather seat behind the passenger where Sister Hannah sat down. The car was very expensive you could tell. The interior was very clean and stylish and the upholstery was not too hard and not too soft. It was very comfortable. This church was very well off you thought.

„So, tomorrow is your first official day, so today we have enough time to get you settled in. I am going to show you around the ministry and maybe we can even get a glimpse of Papa before you officially meet him tomorrow,” She exclaimed, giving you a wink.

„Ah yes that sounds wonderful. I‘d love to see the place and get used to it a bit before I have to put all my energy in the job. But uh..“ you hesitated a bit not sure how you were going to ask her.

Hannah felt your hesitation „Before I forget. Please feel free to ask me anything ok. Or if something is bothering you I am always there with open ears ok?“

You contemplated her words. „Okay uh.. you know, I was just wondering, you mentioned Papa?“ you asked with confusion in your voice.

„Oh you know Papa Emeritus the Third, sweetheart! This is actually his ministry. Even though the Cardinal runs the place mostly. But surely you heard about it.“ Hannah added.

„Uh, no, I actually don‘t know any of these people you‘ve mentioned.“ you muttered.

At that she turned around in her seat, facing you with a questioning look in her eyes.

„Oh you don‘t? I am sorry but how..?“ She contemplated for a bit. „Wait, are you..?“ She stopped mid sentence. „I need to ask you this now. You are a sister of Sin right?“

You locked eyes with her and furrowed your brows. Did she just say ‚Sister of Sin‘? The following silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity. None of you spoke, yet none of you looked away. That silence was only broken when Hannah started laughing out hysterically. „Oh Satan this is good. I mean oh I don‘t mean to be rude but this is probably the funniest thing to happen all year.“ You could not help yourself but start laughing along. Whenever there was something utterly ridiculous you could not stay serious. Doesn‘t matter how significant and bad a situation might be if it was just all too crazy you couldn‘t help yourself.

„Oh my God are you actually serious?“ you giggled.

„I mean, yeah. Ugh, this is so funny.“ she still could not contain her laughter. After a moment she calmed down and began again. „Okay sis, so here is the thing. I will get straight to the point: we are the ministry of Papa Emeritus the Third. I am a declared Sister of Sin and we are worshiping Satan.“

Her words left you speechless. You visibly gulped when you heard her speak of a satanic church. The church you were going to work in. It all left a bitter taste on your tongue and you were uncertain of your choices now. Was it all a bad idea to come here? Should you just run for your life? You were lost and remained still.

She gazed at you unsure of your reaction. „I hope you are not too shocked to hear that your new workplace is literally a satanic church, but I can assure you we are not what you have heard about us. There is no cruelty or sacrificing animals or whatever horror stories are rumored out on the streets. And I deeply hope that you are not going to quit now that you know about our beliefs.“ She begged and looked at you with puppy dog eyes. „I mean, we really need you sister. And we are actually very nice people, you know. I know our reputation is bad, but we believe in equality and justice. Our beliefs are truly well intended and I hope you can at least try and see for yourself, right?“

You just stared at her bewildered, still processing what you‘d heard. You were shocked to hear that. All your life you had only ever heard about them. They perform dark rituals asking for selfish powers. Committing sins, doing the devils deeds, and harming others while doing so. Corrupting every innocent soul out there with immoral beliefs.

But you swore to help others, no matter what side they stood on. Your calling was to help others, and so far, Sister Hannah was actually very kind and nice to you. She made it easy to speak to her and she was very open with you, and you appreciated that. Plus, the offer was just too good not to at least give Satan a chance you thought.

You blinked once or twice, completely overwhelmed with the new piece of information you just got. Hannah waved her hand in front of your face. „Girl, are you still with us? You better not suffer from a heart attack. I don‘t know how to deal with that, you are the nurse and Papa will be mad if I kill our new nurse before she starts her official first day.“

Her words brought you back to the car and Hannah was still looking at you expectantly.

„Ah, well, that really is something new to me, but if you promise me that everyone is nice there and there won‘t be any sacrifices, then I will take a look at your ministry and make my own opinion about it, I guess.“ You decided not to tell her that you were raised strictly catholic. It would only make things more awkward if you did, and since you no longer lived with your parents, you had not practiced your religion as your parents thought you did. In fact, most of the teachings that the nuns and your parents repeated endlessly you did not agree on. They sounded wrong to you and you never understood how in this time so many believed in them. When the nuns told you to always listen to your husband no matter how nonsensical it would be because he was in charge of the woman. When they spoke of God's grace, and yet, he is the one who murdered thousands of innocents just to prove a point or punish one man who did something to anger him. It all made very little sense to you. They were preaching how to be, how to act at all times, that you should always go to church and carry Jesus in your heart. If you did not go to the masses, you‘d face punishment. They forced you and the other girls into a way of living you had not asked for. Of course you could never let anyone know you had doubts. That would only harm yourself more than it could help.

„Oh yes. Thank you. I knew right away you were a good one.“ Hannah cheered. „So now that I know where we stand I should warn you. The ministry probably looks a little intimidating to you. I don‘t know how open you are towards the dark and macabre. We are headed to the woods right now. I know what you are thinking, but really I swear on the Dark One that you have nothing to worry about.“

The road was heading to the outside of town, nearing the woods as Hannah explained to you. After a few minutes more you arrived at a huge rusty and weathered gate.

The heavy wrought iron gate was opened by another man wearing similar clothing and mask as your driver when you came closer. Behind the bars, you caught a glimpse of a huge dark coloured mansion-like building. Nearing the front gate of the main building, you watched in awe as you took in the massive, dark and brooding facade. The heavy stone bricks and intricate decorations established a gothic look of an aged, magnificent architectural house. Thick spines of ivy crawled up the sides of the stone indicating the old age of the whole construction.

The limousine stopped in front of the door and you finally got out of the car. Sister Hannah and the driver got out, and while Hannah led you to the entrance, the driver went to the trunk, pulling out your bags.

„Welcome to the ministry of Papa Emeritus the Third.“ Hannah announced cheerfully, „Swiss love, could you bring the bags inside? I will be showing our new friend here the grounds so she won‘t get lost tomorrow.“ she beamed at you and grabbed your arm linking hers with yours in the process.

As you walked to the entrance, she started explaining to you about the „chain of command“ in the ministry. „I mean, there is not really a true hierarchy. You are still very free to do whatever you want, and if you don‘t want something, you don‘t have to. But Papa is our highest ranking official, and usually we do what he asks of us. I can promise you that he would never ask you to do something you are not willing to do. He can be considered to be our ‘Pope,’ if you will…just better. Oh, and don’t fret when you see Papa for the first time. He has a uh... how should I say... ‘special’ look.“ she smirked, opening the door.

„So, this is the atrium. From here, you can get basically anywhere in the main building.“ She continued leading you around, starting from the cellar, showing you where the kitchen is located, should you ever feel the need for a late night snack, to the main floor where all the official rooms were placed. All the time she informed you about the happenings and everyday life in the ministry. Everyone was tasked with different assignments. The rotation was usually planned by the Cardinal. As the nurse you would not have to do the housework like the Brothers and Sisters of Sin since your job was far more complicated and important than theirs.

She even showed you around outside. The grounds were huge and beautiful. There was a greenhouse located at the far end of the property. Right next to that a big garden bloomed in the sunlight with pretty flowers. Most of them were dark red and black roses.

„They are Primos favourites,“ Hannah informed you when you stopped to take a closer look. “He is very fond and proud of them. So, you better not pick any, or if you do, you better not get caught.” She winked. “The lovebirds here sneak out at night and do all the nasty, sinful things in the garden, and they like to pick a rose after that as a reminder you see. Primo gets mad every time.” Hannah giggled.

The sun had begun to set and the last warm rays of sunshine warmed your skin. It was a truly magical place. You admired every old stone of the walls, every green leaf and every particle of light that cascaded down to the old walls. But like everything in this world, the day was coming to an end, and Hannah suggested you retire for the day.

“We better get you back inside now. I can show you the rest later if you like, or you could roam around on your own.” With that you both made your way back to the main building.

So far, there was nothing too unsettling about the place. The dark decorations with pentagrams and skulls everywhere would be a bit off putting if deep down you didn‘t appreciate the dark. It was one of your biggest ever secrets, but the dark, mysterious, and morbid interested you. It always had.

You and Hannah stood in front of the staircase now. „So, upstairs are the living quarters of the Brothers and Sisters, and yours would be located at the very end of the hall. I will escort you. You must be tired now, and I don‘t want to overwhelm you more than you already are.“

When you reached the top of the stairs, you saw two figures conversing with each other. One of them wore a white dress shirt under a black coat with a crucifix sewed onto the fabric on the left side of his robe. He was wearing dark dress pants accompanied by black and white shoes. The most significant visual effect he had on you was his face. He wore black and white face paint that made him appear to have a skull like head. His pitch black hair was combed back and his piercing eyes made you breathe in sharply. His left eye was white, in stark contrast to the one on the right, which appeared to be greenish. You stared at him, but he was not as unsettling as you would have imagined him to be.

Your gaze met his mesmerizing eyes as you came closer to him, and he kept his eyes on you this whole time. When both you and Hannah stopped in front of the man, she was the first to speak.

“Good evening Papa,” She bowed her head. “Cardinal?” She turned her head to the second man standing there in greeting.

“This is our new nurse. Picked her up by myself from the train station this morning. I was showing her around our ministry.” Then she turned around to you. “This is Papa Emeritus the Third.” She gestured to the man with the skull make-up and you extended your hand to him.

The hypnotizing man turned his whole body to you now, looking down at your hand and then back up into your eyes, catching your hand in his and bowing down to kiss it, all the while holding eye contact.

“La mia bella signorina. Piacere di conoscerti. You must have been sent by Lucifer himself to grace our insignificant church by your beauty.” He almost purred. “You can call me Terzo, bella.” His deep voice sent pleasant shivers down your spine. He was smooth and elegant in a way you were not prepared for. Especially considering his appearance, you were surprised to be treated so gently.

“Thank you. Papa Terzo,” You responded by giving him your name as well. That earned you a smile from him. You had no idea what the first words he spoke to you meant, but they didn’t sound harsh or distasteful. He gazed at you and kept your hand in his for a moment longer than necessary. This action had you blushing slightly. You were lost in his eyes.

Your moment was interrupted when Sister Hannah spoke up again. “And this is Cardinal Copia.”

The movement on the side broke you out of your daze and you looked to the other man. When your eyes found his, you noted they looked similar to Papa Emeritus the Third’s eyes. The left eye was alabaster, while the right eye was a soft emerald. He also wore black makeup around his eyes. He appeared to be a middle-aged man with sideburns and a pencil mustache above his lips. Scanning his face, you noted that his upper lip was also painted black. He wore a black tight cassock and an accompanying black biretta.

He fidgeted around when your eyes skimmed over his appearance for a moment and you gave him a smile. When you held out your hand to him to shake it, he hesitantly grabbed it and gave it a small shake.

“I am also very pleased to make your acquaintance,” The Cardinal muttered in a low voice, bowing down slightly. He could not hold eye contact while speaking to you, and his movement was a bit awkward. He looked down to his feet and when he came back up, his eyes were back on Terzo.

“Now, if you’d excuse us, our new nurse is very exhausted from the day and would like to retreat to her chambers to get some sleep before she officially starts tomorrow.” Hannah said in a sing-song voice and you two walked to the end of the corridor, vanishing behind the door of your new chambers.

“What a pretty flower. Satan must be very pleased with us, don't you think Cardinal?” Terzo rejoiced. “I just fear that our dear brothers and sisters will fake injuries now or intentionally hurt themselves to have her take care of them, sí?” He laughed.

Copia just nodded his head in response, stunned by the beauty of you. His head was going to be occupied by your gorgeous smile for a while. He could not help himself. Something about you seemed so familiar, but he could not pin it down and decided to brush it off for now since Terzo was still waiting for his answer on whether he was getting his mini fridge or not.

You and Sister Hannah entered your new quarters. The room was not outstanding in size or decoration but occupied everything you needed. In fact, you had some extras granted to you that the regular brothers and sisters did not have. First, you got your own rooms that you did not have to share with anyone. Your bed was significantly bigger than usual and you had your own bathroom.

“Oh my lord, you are such a lucky girl.” Hannah squealed right after she closed the door behind you. “You just met Papa, and oh Satan, isn’t he just wonderful?” She swooned. “You made me a little jealous there, not gonna lie to you. But let me warn you. Papa is very flirtatious. You shouldn’t let him get to you too much. Unless you are down for it, of course. Then ignore what I said.” She smiled. “He is very horny too, so I am just trying to inform you before you find out the hard way.” After a moment she realized how that sounded. “Oh, not that he would force himself on you, or whatever, no but his innuendos are very straightforward sometimes. I reckon that can be quite shocking.”

You sighed, plopping down on the bed. “Oh my God, this is all so much to process I feel like my brain is going to explode.” You were still very much in a state of shock and wonder. The whole thing was just so ridiculous. At some point, you thought it was all a dream, and when you woke up none of this would be real. But you knew better and this place just felt far too real. Not even your messed up mind could conjure such an odd scenario.

“Oh sis, I understand. I will leave you to yourself then. Have a good night's rest. I will pick you up tomorrow at 7. Your clothing should be in the wardrobe over there. And I think you’ll get by here in your chambers just fine, yeah?” She was already out the door when she stuck her head back inside. “By the way, sis, I am very glad you are here.” She gave you a soft, sincere smile and closed the door.

You decided to relax for the rest of the evening. After spending about ten more minutes on your bed contemplating everything that happened in the past few hours, you got up and started unpacking the necessary items from your bags. After all, you were not sure if this place was for you. Your friends would give you questioning looks if you told them where you worked, your parents would be mortified. You let out a laugh imagining them coming to the ministry with crucifixes and bottles of holy water to cleanse this place and rescue their sweet little child. No, you could never tell them.

You prepared everything for tomorrow and went to bed with a book to ease your mind. Tomorrow was going to be an eventful day.

If anyone would like I could offer to make a taglist so you would get notified for updates on this. Just let me know yes?

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nightimedreamersworld · 5 months

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Six Sentence Sunday

Posting early today as I procrastinate to make food.

Thank you @hushed-chorus @alexalexinii @aroace-genderfluid-sheep for the tags today ❤️ your wips are lovely!

So I've got one CORB fic posted here and another one coming up this week. Literally buzzing with excitement 🥰

Strangely, today's snippet is NOT from either CORB. I decided last minute--as you do--to write a fic for the Carry On Countdown. So this is for today's prompt "Confession", which I've started writing... today 😂

Baz and I were fighting on the lawn. That's pretty standard for us, so much so that I don't even remember what the fight was about. The worst part is that we'd been getting on quite well, lately. Working together to solve Baz's mum's murder case. We have a truce—had a truce. Until I went and cocked it all up. “Just tell me where you've been,” I'd said. I'd been pestering Baz about it all afternoon, until he finally snapped. “It's none of your business,” he'd said, a sneer aimed at me. And then he added, scathingly, for good measure: “What do you want to hear, Snow?” And there's where I fucked up. “The truth!” I shouted. I was already swimming in magic, so it should come as no surprise that my next words were absolutely soaked through with it: “The naked truth.” Baz's eyes widened. I immediately opened my mouth to take it back, but it was too late—his clothes were already disappearing, vanishing into thin air.

(To be quite honest, I don't know if I will post it today. That depends on how fast I can write it, how rough it will come out, and if I'll have the patience to hand it to a beta or not. It's totally possible I'll post it completely unedited ten minutes to midnight, or I'll hold it off for a week after the prompt is due...)

ANYWAY tagging a few friends: I imagine everyone must be really busy in the aftermath of Thanksgiving, so take this as a hello and/or a kiss on the forehead if you'd like that: @bookish-bogwitch @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy @rimeswithpurple @captain-aralias @facewithoutheart @aristocratic-otter @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @whatevertheweather @confused-bi-queer @forabeatofadrum @thewholelemon @ileadacharmedlife @larkral @best--dress @iamamythologicalcreature @blackberrysummerblog and anyone who'd like to share! ❤️

#simon snow #snowbaz #baz pitch #simon snow series

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winchesterandpie · 2 years

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QuickCare and Confessions

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x reader

Word Count: 1366

Warnings: sooo self indulgent, for which I will not apologize. Other than that, I can't think of anything

Requested by @katiemcrae

A/N: Enjoy some best friends to lovers! I had a ton of fun writing this. Let's just say, I absolutely love this man! Writing this also helped take my mind off of everything I should have been doing, so I hope you enjoy the fruits of my procrastination lol.

You felt absolutely relieved when Bradley walked into the QuickCare. You hadn’t gotten there long before him, so you were just anxiously filling out the forms they needed in order to see you.

“Hey, thanks for coming,” you said, offering a half grin to your best friend.

“I was worried something happened.” He definitely looked worried. “You texted me that you were at urgent care, I just needed to make sure you were okay.”

Your grin softened into something more intimate. It was moments like these where you realized over and over again that you were in love with Bradley Bradshaw. He didn’t know that, of course, and you weren’t about to tell him. If you only ever had him as a friend, you would take that and be grateful.

“What happened?”

“Well… I may have tripped on the stairs.” You bit the inside of your cheek and looked away, a little embarrassed.

“So… why did you need QuickCare?” he asked, the words drawn out in his confusion.

“Because my ankle kinda went sideways when I fell and now it really hurts.”

There was new concern in his voice, “How the hell did you get here then?”

“It’s just my left ankle. I drive with my right foot, so it’s fine.”

He said your name in pure disbelief. You shrugged, so he said your name again. “You could’ve called me--I’d have driven you here!”

“But you were on base. I figured there was a good chance you were in the air.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” he said after a long moment, shaking his head.

They called your name then, and Bradley stepped to your injured side without you needing to ask. His arm around your waist supported most of your weight as you made your way to the examination room. He didn’t let go of your hand while they poked, prodded, and turned your ankle.

As you suspected, they diagnosed you with a sprained ankle. Once it was tightly wrapped up, you were given instructions to rest, ice your ankle, and keep it elevated.

Bradley took you home, and you could feel him looking over at you every once in a while during the drive. It wasn’t like you weren’t looking at him. Tonight had you wishing you could reach between the seats and take his hand. You could probably get away with it--he might just ascribe it to the tough afternoon you had. But you couldn’t bring yourself to risk him discovering your feelings, which could in turn jeopardize your friendship.

“Here we are, home sweet home,” he said as he pulled into your driveway. You had only just started to move when he spoke again. “No, you stay put! I’ll be right there.”

“I was just unbuckling the seatbelt,” you argued. You still unbuckled, but you didn’t move to get out while he hopped out and came to your side of the Bronco.

“Alright, come here,” he said as he picked you up, sliding one arm under your knees.

“Hey, I’m perfectly capable of walking,” you protested halfheartedly. It was difficult to be anything less than content in his strong arms.

He laughed, the sound rumbling through you. “I’ve got a doctor who disagrees with you on that one.”

You turned your face into his shoulder as heat crept across your cheeks. “Ok, ok, I’ll give you that one.”

“I thought you would.” He paused at the door while you fumbled for your keys. “I’ll get your car tomorrow, okay?”

“That’s way out of your way!”

“I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure? You’ve already done so much for me.”

Bradley held you so you could unlock the door, then nudged it closed behind the two of you. “I promise I don’t mind.”

You acquiesced with a quiet hum as he set you down on the couch. “I really appreciate you.” That was close enough to telling him you loved him without ruining your friendship, right? “Thank you for being here with me.”

“Nowhere I’d rather be,” he said, too softly. “Have you eaten yet?”

“No, I…” you stopped to chuckle at yourself with just a hint of embarrassment, “I was coming down the stairs to get dinner. The whole ankle thing kinda got in the way.”

“Fair enough. Pizza sound good?” He was already pulling out his phone to place an order, but you nodded nonetheless, smiling to yourself. “You’ve got an ice pack, right?”

“Yeah, they should be in the door of the freezer.” You started to offer to get it yourself, but he disappeared into the kitchen before you could blink. It sounded so strange and yet so… normal to hear him moving around in your space. Something about it just felt so comforting.

When Bradley returned, he set the ice pack and the dish towel on the coffee table. He lifted your legs up onto the opposite couch arm and held the ice pack to your ankle. His fingers brushed the skin of your leg just above the wrap, trailing fire with his touch.

“Think that’ll stay put?” he asked, somewhat rhetorically. It had frozen in a shape that made it pretty stable sitting against your ankle.

Confident in that, he came over to the cushion that was now behind you and sat down. To have your ankle up on the other arm of the couch, you had to sit just far enough from the nearer one that your muscles had to work to keep you sitting up, but there was enough space for him to sit.

“C’mon, lean back for me, sweetheart,” Bradley encouraged. The nickname made you melt easily back into him. You wished he would mean it romantically.

You shifted a little, finding a comfortable position. His arm went around you when you settled. It would have made alarm bells go off in your head except that you were just so warm leaning into him. He felt like home.

“Say that again?” he asked, and you realized you had voiced that last thought out loud. You tilted your head back to meet his gaze, a little terrified of what you would find there. Instead of anything scary, you found something akin to hope and that gave you enough courage to speak.

“You feel like home to me,” you said, more certain this time.

Bradley’s lips pulled into a smile and you wondered, not for the first time, what it would be like to kiss him. “You’re home to me too.” When his hand lifted to trace down the side of your face, you finally started to think that maybe he felt the same. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“Why didn’t you?” you asked, turning it around on him, though internally you were downright giddy.

“I suppose we both could have spoken up.”

“I was scared I’d mess us up,” you confessed, though it felt a little silly now.

He confided his own secret, “Me too.” You felt his smile as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m really glad you came.”

“I’ll always come when you need me.”

You turned your head still closer. “What if I just want you here? Instead of needing, I mean.”

“Even better,” he said, and you knew he meant it. “If this weren’t the most incredibly awkward angle, I would kiss you right now.”

You could have sworn he was glowing brighter than the sun when you laughed. He laughed too, dropping his hand from your face in favor of wrapping his arm around you. You’d never thought you would be grateful for a sprained ankle, but here you were. When you told him as much through gasps of giggles, he just laughed harder.

“Next time you want me to know something like that, you could try just, y’know, telling me?” Bradley’s arm squeezed around you affectionately. “No need for you to get injured, sweetheart.”

“Drat, there go my plans,” you groaned in mock annoyance.

“I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” he offered playfully.

You pretended to think about it. “I suppose I can agree to that.”

Falling in love with your best friend was the best thing you’d ever done, second only to spraining your ankle.

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how do you plan your days/weeks/months? i feel like i've tried a million methods and nothing works. if i time block and plan what to do for every hour, i get behind schedule, feel exhausted, and give up. if i make a to do list i procrastinate and don't have time to do anything. i'm not getting anything done and feel stuck. do you have any advice?

Sent December 28, 2023

Like you, if I get too detailed on my planning then I can't keep up. Instead, I plan larger blocks of time and categories that I'll work on.

So, for example, while my kid is doing his online school in the morning, I will work on writing and editing. In the afternoon, I try to get over here (or I will be doing so now, that's supposed to be the plan!). After he's done school, I try to get some housework done. I keep lists of what to work on in each category, and I choose what to do based on what I feel capable of and what interests me in the moment. If nothing appeals to me, I just go with whatever's at the top of the list.

I did a series about planning etc. over at the Actually ADHD web site in 2022. The related printables are here: https://actuallyadhd.org/resources/printables/ and will hopefully be helpful for you. If there's something that isn't quite right, please let me know so I can work on something else.

-J

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The Christmas Date | Chapter 3: Little Drumer Boy

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman's backseater)

Wordcount: 3k

Summary: Y/n "Athena" Kerner and Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw hate each other. Everybody knows. What happens when they have to fake date for a whole week to avoid Iceman and Slider's matchmaking plans?

(there won't be smut in this series)

Warnings: OKAY SO. If there is any transphobic person reading this, i'm sorry but it's time to LEAVE. Iceman's grandSON is trans, Rooster/Thena being supportive godparents, Rooster's ex-gf has entered the chat, and a big asshole has entered too, mentions of cheating, mentions of coming out. (idk how to write warnings for this chapter sowwy)

A/N: SURPRISE!!! HERE YOU HAVE ANOTHER CHAPTER. Big thanks to my fellow procrastinating queen @purplevortexx for helping me with this series. Without her, i'd still be stuck at the beginning.

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I need your help.

That's the first thing you see when you open your eyes and look at your phone to see the hour. Is insanely early, but Rebecca's text message has been there for a few hours already.

You: Are you okay?

You ask her and drop the phone, moving to the end of the bed and seeing Rooster looking at his phone too. One thing about being in the military: you don't get much sleep.

"Did Rebecca send you a message too?" he asks when he sees your face from the corner of his eye.

You nod while Rooster gets up and sits on the bed with you. "I texted her back. Did you talk to her?"

"No. I was waiting for you to wake up"

Your phone beeps and you look to see Rebecca's answer.

Becca: It's about Jessica

That makes you look at each other in fear. Is your niece okay? Did something happen? Is she hurt? You ask all those questions and she responds with the most unexpected answer you could have expected.

Becca: He doesn't want to be Jessica anymore.

"Did she say 'he'?" questions Rooster, taking your phone and looking closer in case he didn't read it right.

"She did" you look at him. "What does that even mean?"

Rooster texts her back, asking for a bit more information.

Becca: Just get rid of all the princesses and girly things in his bedroom. I'll see you this afternoon.

Rooster locks your phone and leaves it on the bedside table. You both look at each other, trying to understand what the heck is happening. And then, something inside you clicks.

"He doesn't want to be Jessica anymore" you repeat aloud what your friend just texted you.

"Yeah, that I got it. And then she said 'his room'" Rooster adds, trying to solve the mystery.

"Roos… I don't think we have a princess any longer"

And then, as if that same thought that clicked inside you appears in his mind, his face moves past the quizzical look, to an understanding one, and then to a worried frown.

"Oh shit"

It's the only thing he says but you know he understands but you're trying to insinuate.

"Can someone understand what…gender is at such a young age?" he questions, moving from the bed to get himself a hoodie.

"Apparently. Maybe not gender, but... they can know what feeling trapped in the wrong body is? Dear Lord, we're not prepared for this" you panic a little.

"Well, we'll better be. Get your ass out of that stupidly short pajama pants. This is a mission and we have hours to decide how to approach it"

You glare at him, hoping to burn a whole in his head with your eyes. "First of all, what have my PJs to do with any of this?"

"They're short. Really short. I think by calling them 'shorts' I'm making them longer than they are. It’s distracting" he opens his bag and gets out some gray sweatpants that he throws at your face. "Put on those"

"I won't wear your clothes!" you let the cloth fall to the floor, stepping away from it as if it was a disgusting creature.

"That's what girlfriends do, princess. They steal your clothes. You won't know because you don't have experience but yes, that's what they do" he explains to you, talking to you with a you're-dumb-for-not-knowing-the-basics tone.

"Are you going to bring that up anytime you can?" you sigh, getting the pants from the floor and moving to the bathroom.

"I don't know. Maybe. I have one question, though"

You stop at the door, leaning against the door frame and moving your hand as a signal for him to carry on.

"Have you ever… you know"

"No, I don't know"

Rooster tsks and rolls his eyes. "Sex, Thena. I'm talking about sex"

You feel your whole face heating up, taken aback by his sudden, uncalled, question. Who does he think he is, asking that? You move inside the bathroom and close the door, slamming it behind you.

After changing and going downstairs for coffee you see a note in the kitchen counter. It's Sarah's handwriting. Iceman, Mav, your father and her had gone out to make some errands and won't be here until noon. Good, you can work better on changing your nephew's bedroom if there's not people around asking questions.

You've heard stories on social media and TV, of young children being uncomfortable in their own skin. Jess- your nephew it's five, almost six in a few months, and you think that maybe it's soon for him to feel this way. But children these days are surprisingly clever and more sensitive. They seem to understand things in a different way than you did at their age. You swore to take care and love that little human being as your own when Rebecca named you and Rooster godparents. Girl, boy, or anything in between. It doesn't matter to you. As long as he's happy.

"Morning, Thena" says Nick, coming out of nowhere.

"Hey, Nick. You got plans for today?" you ask, trying to subtly find out if he's going to be around the house during the morning.

Rooster walks in, you hand him the note and a mug of coffee while he, getting into character, kisses your cheek and mutters a quick thank you.

"Actually, I think I'm going to stay in today. Got a few things to do"

"We're staying too. Maybe we can help you so you can get time to see your friends?" Rooster attempts to get him out of the house too. He can be dumb sometimes but he's quick to catch on other things.

"Oh no, don't worry" Nick instantly rejects the offer. "My back is hurting a bit so I'd rather stay home. I'm getting old, you know" he tries to laugh, but you can see he's nervous, his eyes avoiding yours. He's drumming his fingers on the counter.

"She told you too, right?" you finally ask.

Nick lets out a breath and sits on one of the wooden stools. "Sweet mother of Jesus. I've never been more nervous. Thank God, you know"

Rooster laughs a little and gets poor Nick a steaming cup of coffee that he accepts gladly. He takes a long sip, probably burning his tongue and then, pops the question of the hour: "What are we going to do?"

"Easy. We get everything girlish and whatever thing that has his dead name written on it out of the room" you state, no hesitation in your voice.

"Should we buy he- him more things?" Nick corrects himself quickly.

"I think we should talk to him first. Hear what our little one has to say. And then, we help him. As much as we can"

Rooster looks at you in a way that you don't understand. You don't think he has ever looked at you like that before. But you've seen that look in his eyes when Maverick and Iceman used to talk about his father, telling stories and remembering him through old photos.

Admiration

"What?" it comes out as a soft question, and the little smile that appears on his face makes you feel something in your stomach.

"You're amazing" he kisses your forehead, a few seconds longer than one would call appropriate, and finishes his coffee. "Let's start this Christmas mission" he says, clapping his hands and running upstairs.

You don't throw anything away, however. You box those things that don't seem to fit in the room anymore. Rebecca said to get rid of anything pink and she knows something more than you do. But just in case your nephew wants to keep something, you move the box full of belongings under his bed.

"I think we should buy some new things" Nick says after a while. "Blankets are… princess related. Curtains too. And we need to get a new Christmas stocking!"

"My kids will have a white room with bunnies, I swear" says Rooster. "Okay, Thena. We're going shopping. We had to go get the Christmas tree anyway.”

“Yeah, we’ll go, let me go change” you say, leaving the room.

Nick looks at Rooster, a mischievous smile on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I was just wondering if you told her already” Nick turns off the light and leaves the room, too, going downstairs.

Rooster has a slight idea of what he’s implying, but decides to play dumb just in case. “Told her what?”

“About prom”

Rooster stands before him, voice barely a whisper but intimidating nonetheless. “If you ever tell her about that, I will break your fingers one by one. And I don’t care that you’re named after my old man”

“She needs to know. And you’re together, now! It doesn’t matter” Nick insists, not understanding why Bradley is trying to keep it a secret.

“Nick” Bradley warns him.

“That would only make her love you more. And you’re cute together”

“Don’t. Tell. Her. Understood?”

“Aye, aye, Lt.”

You walk in, already changed and ready to go. “It would be easier if we knew his preferred name. Maybe Sarah can embroider his name on it. Oh shit”

“What, now? I swear I can’t take more bad news this morning” Nick, always the drama queen, sits on the sofa and fans himself with his hand.

“Sarah, Iceman… they don’t know it”

“Don’t worry about it, they took it well when I came out” Nick simply says, and you look at him with widened eyes. “...You didn’t know”

“Nicholas George Kazansky, how dare you hide this information from us?” says Rooster, grabbing a pillow and hitting him in the head.

“I’m sorry! But now you know that they’re going to be chill about it. Now you go and buy all the things we need asap. Thank you.”

Rooster leaves and you lean to whisper in Nick’s ear. “So do we agree that Rooster has a good ass?”

“Damn right, we agree” he winks at you.

You laugh. “Atta boy” you pat him on the back and get your jacket before leaving the house.

“Have you seen any Marshall plushie?” Rooster asks, pushing the cart around the toy aisle at Walmart.

“I saw a Marshall blanket before, wait here” Thena says, almost running to find the blanket.

Rooster stays there, looking at the different toys and trying to find Paw Patrol ones. Marshall has always been his nephew’s favorite and he thought that it would be good to buy him more things about the puppies.

He is glad that this change is happening with you around. He knows that you handle things better than him, always ready to act. He is more prone to sit back, think about it and then act. In this case they needed more action and less thinking. That’s why you two were such a good team, even if you hated it.

Just when he sees Marshall’s fire truck, a voice from the end of the aisle makes his stomach turn. And not in a good way.

“Bradley?” says a young woman. Yeah, he could never forget that voice. It’s the one that broke his heart in pieces two years ago.

“Mandy” he grabs the fire truck toy and turns around to leave. But the blonde woman is not having it.

“Bradley, c’mon. You could at least say hi” she says, walking up to him. Rooster looks at her face, and he doesn’t understand how he could have spent so much time moping around because of a woman like her.

She is pretty, he can’t say no to that. Every woman is. But she always knew how to accentuate her most attractive features. And maybe that was the reason why he was attracted to her at first. Rooster had imagined his life with Mandy, he thought about marrying her, even though a little voice in his head said that he shouldn’t do it, that he wasn’t really happy. That he was settling for less than he deserved. He was glad that he didn’t propose, however. Because he came back home from a deployment one day, and she was gone. Not a sign of her left in the house. As if she had never existed.

“Hi, Mandy. I don’t have anything to talk about with you. Bye, Mandy” he turns in the opposite direction and, thanks to the universe, you are walking to him with the blanket in your hands.

“Found it!” you approach him and throw the soft material in the cart. Only then you notice the desperate look in Rooster’s eyes, and his head nodding in the blonde woman’s direction. Wait, is that Mandy? You’ve never seen her in person but it seems like she’s the devil itself. You wouldn’t give this woman the time of the day.

“That’s good, honey. We can leave now”

“Honey? Rooster, is this your new girlfriend?” she sounds angry, like she expected Rooster to still be in love with her.

You hate Rooster, but it would never compare to the loathing you have against Mandy. How can someone leave her boyfriend when he's deployed? That's the lowest thing you can do.

"Oh, hi. You know my boyfriend?" you say in a sweet voice, linking your arm with his and looking up at him. "Is she your friend, babe?"

Rooster smiles down at you, relieved by your presence, and shakes his head. "Nope. This is Mandy. I've told you about her"

"Oh. Mandy. Well, I'm going to say thank you for leaving him because he's the best man ever" you chuckle a bit, making Mandy clench her jaw.

Oh yeah. Suffer you little bitch.

"He wasn't that good when I left him" she rolls her eyes.

"Well, he is now"

And before you can say anything else, a man appears at the end of the aisle. You know him. And you wish you wouldn't.

"Mandy, you can't just leave me hanging like that. I've been looking for you everywhere and this place is huge" he says, not realizing that his girl is talking with you two. "Who are your-. Wait. Athena? Rooster? My god it's been forever since I saw you! C'mon, give me a hug"

Rooster is pleased by the man's sudden appearance. You're not. This man who has dark hair, brown eyes and the same height as Rooster is a fellow aviator. Lt. Hank ‘Solo’ Myers. Yeah, the call sign was a bit dumb. And the owner’s an asshole. You two have a past. You just hope that he doesn’t bring it up.

After Solo hugs Rooster, he pulls you in for a hug. You don’t want to be close to him in any way, but you need to be the smiley girlfriend right now. Solo’s hand moves from your shoulders down to your back, and he seems to move it even lower but you pull away before he can touch your ass.

He hasn’t changed a bit.

You move closer to Rooster, his hand immediately in your hip, bringing you closer. You told Rooster once that you didn’t like Myers. Luckily, he seems to remember it.

“Wait, you’re together now?” Solo says, looking you up and down. Not an inch of your skin is visible, and yet you feel completely naked under his stare.

“Yeah, I know. It’s unexpected but we’re happy and that’s all that matters” Rooster explains, kissing your head. “How do you two know each other?” asks Rooster pointing between Solo and Mandy.

“You introduced us on Halloween three years ago, remember?” he quickly says.

“It does ring a bell, yeah. And you’re dating my ex now?”

“Babe, I think we should get going” you state, looking at your phone. You still have time left but you don’t want to be here anymore. Something tells you that the story behind Solo and Mandy’s relationship has something to do with her disappearing out of nowhere.

Solo, Rooster and you were members of the same squad at the time, however Solo wasn’t assigned to the mission. He fucked up real good with one of the high-rankers and as a punishment, he stayed behind. When the two of you came back after a month away, Mandy was gone, and Solo was transferred to another station. You’ve never thought too much about it but now, seeing the two of them together…

You don’t have to be a genius to connect the dots.

“Rooster” you repeat. “Let’s go”

“Yeah, let’s go”

After buying a Christmas tree and all the possible things a five year old boy could have, you drive silently home. Rooster’s eyes never leave the road and even though you enjoy the silence, you can’t see him like that.

“Bradshaw, do you want to-”

“Kerner, you’ve been hating me all your life, there’s no need to be caring about me all of a sudden”

You take a deep breath, knowing that he must be feeling like shit right now. “Rooster, please”

He parks outside the house, but doesn’t get out of the car. He stays quiet, looking outside the window, and you don’t know if he’s waiting for you to get inside the Iceman residence or what.

Just when your hand touches the handle, Rooster mutters. “Did she cheat on me?”

“Rooster…” you grab his hand, squeezing it. “Don’t go down that road again. She’s a bitch. Did you see her face when she found out you had moved on?”

He chuckles a bit. “Yeah. A bit egotistical of her to think that after two years I’ll still be into her”

“I don’t like her”

“I bought her a ring, you know” he confesses.

“An engagement ring?”

He nods, leaning back on the seat. “Thought she was the one…”

“When you find the one, you’ll know it” you reassure him.

He looks at your hands, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. Again, that weird feeling appears in your stomach.

“Let’s go put new curtains on that room”

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