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❝ 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 ! ❞

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❝ 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! ❞

﹟riddle : leona : azul : kalim : vil : idia : malleus : x gn!reader. cw indirect kissing. snippets of having indirect kisses with you, their crush. however, you may seem a bit oblivious… or did you do that on purpose? mutual pining, not established relationship.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎perhaps you should of learnt your lesson, but you sometimes learned things the hard way, like never taste testing one of Riddle’s sweets, for example. banging on your chest you let out a few coughs as the burning sensation got worst and worse by the second, tears prickling your eyes as you reach for the cup of tea on the table. “so delicious…” you lied through your teeth as you swallowed it all down with one big gulp, hoping your sense of taste would return within the next few days. you really should of learned after the oyster sauce fiasco that Riddle had no idea how to cook, and that even if he looked so happy offering you something he made, you shouldn’t of eaten it. he just had such a proud look. “i just think that maybe,” you wheezed out, trying to wipe the tears from your eyes, “you may have mixed up the sugar or added something with a bit too much spice.” you cough again, trying to smile as you finally manage to look at him. his face was red but no angry words or disappointed words spew, only him bringing his arm to cover his mouth as he cast his gaze from the cup in your hands to you, then towards the ground. “r-right! i’ll make sure to double check next time…” he stuttered, in the tiniest whisper, “prefect.”

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ sighing, you cross your arms and shake your head as you glare down at Leona in the middle of the greenhouse. his upper half leaned against a tree as he raised his arms behind his head, yawning and opening his eyes. “if you want me to head to class then try doing something that will motivate me, herbivore,” he mocked, clearing enjoying your frustration. as you rub your temples you take a second before an idea strikes, grinning at him as he quirks his brow up at you. “do something to motivate you? well then, hopefully this is motivation enough,” you concede to his wish, brushing your fingers against your lips, pressing a kiss onto them. kneeling down between the legs of lazy lion, you press your fingers against his lips as a cheeky smile forms on your face. “do a good job this week and i’ll give you a proper one next time.” you said with a wink. growling, he tried to grip at you but you bounce back up too quickly, running off laughing to yourself.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ savoring the bite of your chicken you enjoyed every last bit of it as Azul watched with a gentle smile, him enjoying the way you looked while eating his cooking. it wasn’t everyday someone could eat food personally cooked by the head of the monstro lounge, nor exactly be served by him, so please, take the hint already prefect! “it’s delicious, Azul. have some with me, won’t you?” you casually asked, turning to face him as you twirled your fork around the noodles, stabbing a piece of chicken and blowing onto it to cool it down. although your actions were presumably innocent, Azul felt himself short circuiting as his face flushed against his will at the mere thought of you feeding him, not only that, but using the very same fork you had eaten from. really, how scandalous you were, prefect. with one hand underneath the fork, you raised it to his lips, “say ahh,” you smiled expectantly as he finds his mouth opening before his mind could process anything, the fork entering his mouth as you pull the fork back, twirling it already for your next bite. “prefect!” he tried to respond but only uttered gibberish as you continued eating, enjoying his reaction. “i’m glad you’ve finally taken a break, even if you’ve combusted.” you whisper to yourself as a little giggle escape your lips.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋-𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “it’s like grim, but nicer,” you commented in awe, petting the magic carpet which nuzzled against you. you weren’t sure who was more like a puppy, Kalim, or his magic carpet. “come on now, i’m gonna fall over!” you half heartedly chastise as you press a kiss onto what you assume to be the head of the magic carpet as it looped around happily in the air, all the way back over to the scarabia dorm leader, nuzzling into him. “grim is pretty fluffy and cute too!” he responded, laughing and feeling tickling from the happy carpet. similar to a cat, the carpet nuzzled it’s head where you kissed against his lips, head butting him. “maybe it wants a kiss from you, too,” you conclude, kalim eager to give him one. “i wonder, does that count as an indirect kiss? i hope it does…” he heard you muttering to yourself, barely catching it. it seems the carpet acted just like it’s master, in both carefreeness and expressing it’s love. in an instant, you felt yourself swept off your feet in between kalim’s arms as you were up in the air once more, being taken for another ride. “prefect, it definitely counts!” he cheerily responded to your muttering before giving you a direct kiss with the starry night sky and carpet to witness.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Vil’s hand was slightly cool as his long and delicate fingers grasped at your chin, tilting it upwards at him. you tried to avoid squirming in your seat from close proximity as he brought his face to your’s, expertly applying bright red lipstick to your lips. “you should be lucky, spudling. i don’t normally share my makeup with others.” he huffed, backing away and finally allowing you to look in the mirror. you had to admit, you looked amazing with your makeup done, he even did your nails earlier just for you. “thanks! it looks perfect, just like you,” you praised, thanking him before heading on out to do your daily chores. popping out of seemingly nowhere, Rook clapped and beamed. “merveilleux! i assume it was on purpose, was it not, Roi du Poison?” the huntsman asked, giving his dorm leader wearing the same bright red shade of lipstick a knowing look. it really isn’t everyday or nearly ever he shares his personal makeup. “i have no idea what you’re assuming.” Vil laughed in response, packing up his makeup as a little smile tugged on the corners of his lips. maybe now other’s would realize you’re not available to flirt with when you have him already marking you as his.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “take a second, pause, breathe,” you scold, wiggling one finger back and forth with one hand as the other pulled your lollipop away from your lips, shoving it into Idia’s agape mouth. “nothing bad is going to happen, we can figure a way to finish this event before midnight,” you continue, stretching your arms as you make your way back to your chair beside Idia’s, taking a seat and pressing away at your keyboard, rearranging your party for optimal speedrunning. as you tried to review your account setup, the blue haired dorm leader’s mouth finally shut as his eyes widened to the size of saucers. his face flushed and matched the color of his fiery hair as he tried to stutter out a coherent sentence, failing each and every single time as he watched your every single move. “alright, done. i’ll do all the healing, shielding, and buffing. you just focus on damage, okay?” you ask, spinning in your chair as you turn back to Idia who was still stuck like a deer in headlights. raising a brow, you snatched your lollipop back out from his mouth and put it back into your’s. “as cute as you look right now, there’s no time, we’ve got less than twenty minutes. i want my event loot real bad right now so let’s leave the teasing you about this and maybe asking you on a date later… depends how you do.” you teased, giving a little wink.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “you like ice cream, tsunotarou?” you ask as you tilt your head in the direction of your favorite dragon fae. “indeed, child of man…” he begun, explaining his like for the tasty dessert. taking one more nibble out of your ice cream cone, you hand it over to him as he watched you quizzically. “here, you can have the rest! i’m full anyways.” you offer, trying to find a napkin on your person. Malleus’ eyes widened momentarily at your bold offer, he couldn’t recount anyone else offering him something they ate out of before. taking the cone out of your hand he had a small smile adorn his face. you were always so interesting, the way you never feared him but even shared with him. handing you his handkerchief in return for the ice cream, you thank him with a smile and encourage him to take a bite, to which he does quite gracefully. “it taste better than normal..” he commented as you wiped your lips, grinning. “eating with friends is always better! i’ll bring some more next time. and ah, just don’t tell Sebek about this, he might try to fight me over getting to have an indirect kiss with you first,” you joked. “indirect kiss?” he replied with a knowing smile. if you wanted a kiss, you could always just ask directly, child of man.

@𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐗𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐒 : no plagiarizing, reposting, or claiming as your’s.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 4 months

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hi bestieee i love ur work so so so so muchh!!!!

i just wanted to request a tan x reader where the reader gets her period for the first time since her and tan started dating, and her cramps hurt like hell and he takes care of her (like in my head their backstory on how they met is that they r both assassins and they just started hooking up here and there when they bumped into missions etc etc but inevitably ended up in a serious relationship cuz they fell in love, so that’s why he might be surprised to see her in this state and doesn’t know what to do at first cause she always just brushes off the pain during missions and is super tough IDK)

idk honestly anything u write is amazing and whatever u wanna do with this idea is perfect to me

a lot of fluffffff and i’m sorry for such a long request

tyvmmmmm

hii bby!!! thank you thank you :( omg I love this idea sm!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

VULNERABILITY (period comfort)

tangerine x female reader

word count. 734

As a contract killer, you’ve learnt to keep all vulnerabilities hidden - never display weakness. And because of your occupation, you held that ideology with you throughout your life, never once letting someone know when you were in pain - in case it gets used against you.

Though, things were different when you and Tangerine started to date. You tried to be more open, but it was a hard habit to break, often finding yourself downplaying your hurt.

When you used to bump into each other during separate missions, way back when, you'd keep your poker face on, pretending you weren't in raging agony when your paths met.

You and Tangerine decided many months ago that you wanted to give an actual, serious relationship a go, steering from casual hookups to proper dates and heartfelt touches. It was one of the easiest decisions you made.

It was midday, and you were already wishing it was nighttime - wanting to sleep away the pain in your tummy without feeling like a coward.

You were curled up on the sofa, blanket tightly wrapped around you, mindlessly watching the tv ahead as you clutch the sick bowl in your arms. You had the bowl there only as a precaution, feeling like it was better to be safe than sorry - to avoid cleaning throw-up from the rug.

The door knocks, and you groan at the interference, placing the bowl to the side as you make your way over. You pull the door ajar and meet your boyfriend's face on the other side, smile lit up wide.

"Was in the area. Thought I'd pop by," he says casually, crooking his neck to see you through the small gap, smile fading. "What's goin' on? You alright?"

"Yeah," you dismiss. "Just cold in here."

His brows furrow - his features telling you he didn't buy it. "Not gonna invite me in?"

You softly sigh at his question and reluctantly pull the door open, stepping aside. You didn't want him to see you like this - see you so unput-together, see you vulnerable.

He nudges the door open more, allowing him space to get past, and his eyes immediately soften - taking in your foreign, sluggish state.

"You okay?" he asks, his tone cautious. "What happened?"

"Nothing," you shrug, avoiding his fixed gaze.

"Darlin', that ain't nothing. I've never seen you like this," Tangerine continues, placing his hands on either side of your face, forcing you to look up at him. "What's goin' on?" he asks again, eyes narrowing.

"Period," you mumble, closing your eyes as you melt into his delicate touch.

"Aw, love," he coos, stepping forward to pull you into him, holding your face in the crook of his neck. "Why didn't you say anything?" he asks, stroking down your back with one hand, the other holding behind your head.

You shrug off his questioning and pull from his grasp, wiping under your eyes with the back of your hand. "I don't like it," you admit, walking away.

He exhales heavily, kicking off his shoes and then follows after you, halting once he sees you curled up on the sofa - knees tucked up, head buried between. His footing slowly carrying himself over to you. "Love," he coos, crouching beside you, placing a hand over your upper arm. "How can I make it better? What can I do?"

"Get me some chocolate?" you sniffle, a soft laugh muffling.

"As much as you want," he snickers, standing with a faint groan.

He returns from your kitchen a few moments later, bars of chocolate in hand, tea in the other, a hot water bottle wedged under his arm. He places the mug and chocolate on the coffee table in front and sits beside you - careful not to bump and knock you as he lifts your head to rest on his lap.

He lifts the blanket and slips the hot water bottle inside, angling it at your lower stomach, propping it against the part giving you trouble. He brushes slow, loving strokes over your cheek, thumbing over your apple when he sees your eyes flutter closed at the contact. His other hand extends behind you, reaching for your lower back, and he repeats the motion - soft, gentle strokes over your sore skin, easing your pain.

"Thank you," you sleepily murmur, nuzzling your face into his lap.

"Course, my love."

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#request #tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine comfort #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x you #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine x fem!reader #tangerine fic #tangerine fluff

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everythingdenied · 7 months

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promptober-13

leaves fallen sparse-dad!matty

a/n: lil blurb inspired by the fact that matty has been looking painfully dilfy atm...and also bc i am hormonal & freezing and feel like i haven't posted anything in agesssss. also promptober YAY!! tysm @abiiors u have reminded me i don't hate writing.

wc: 620

"Fuck me, i'm freezing my tits off. Can we not just...go home?"

I turned my head, walking a few paces ahead of Matty to try and keep up with the very enthusiastic toddler wobbling along the cobblestone in front of me. Amelie had only learnt to walk less than a month ago but, from the minute she'd figured out how, she'd been eager to use those little legs of hers, putting both me and her dad on pins whenever she decided to toddle anywhere near the edge of the coffee table at home.

"Matty..." I scolded, glaring at the man as he grumpily shoved his hand's into the pockets of his trench coat, kicking at a pile of dried, amber leaves at his feet. "You were literally the one who suggested this."

He rolled his eyes and puffed out a dramatic sigh, jogging the few steps forward to catch up with Amelie and I.

"Yeah. Didn't think it'd be this cold" he grumbled. "I feel like Scott of the fuckin' antarctic."

Matty dug his hands deeper into his pockets, pouting when he found no relief from the crips autumn air, nor any sympathy for me, who only breathed a quiet laugh at his melodrama and pulled him into my side. His teeth chattered, clicking against each other exaggeratedly, and he nuzzled into the crook of my neck, whimpering like a small child.

"You are such a man child sometimes, jesus christ" i giggled, but gave in to his fawning, placating him with a soft kiss to the tip of his rosy nose, only pulling back when I felt something bump against my leg.

Looking down, I noticed our nearly two year old had stopped dead in the middle of the pavement, crouched down to inspect something she'd found between the cobbles.

"Careful, baby..." I hummed, the momentary concern I felt dissipating when I squatted down beside her to take a proper look at what had captured her attention so desperately she'd felt the need to stop walking. "What've you got, Am?"

Clutched in my little one's hand was a leaf; a perfectly shaped, dried out, copper leaf, reminiscent of the one's you'd see on some slightly kitsch advert for a pumpkin spice latte. It wasn't anything particularly magnificent, it was just a leaf, the same you could find sparsely peppering every street in England after the month of October, and yet Amelie stared at it in awe, her mouth agape as if she'd just discovered a new planet.

"Leaf!" she giggled happily and held it out for me to take. Her eyes flit between Matty and I, presumably waiting for the two of us to catch up on the joy this leaf was supposedly meant to bring us, and she prompted me once more to take it from her.

"Well done, baby" I smiled and gingerly took the singular piece of foliage from her, careful not to crinkle it as she grinned toothlessly. "S'pretty, huh?"

Amelie nodded vigorously, her little mustard bobble hat threatening to tip off her hid, and pointed once more.

"Pretty leaf..." she babbled thoughtfully, gazing up at Matty as I settled her woollen hat back in its rightful position, sitting perfectly atop her mop of dark ringlets she could have only inherited from one place. "Daddy, look! Pretty leaf."

Matty laughed warmly, his heart swelling tenfold, and crouched down to pick Amelie up in his arms, hugging her little frame to his chest as her elated squeal bounced through the empty estate.

"Mhm...'s a very pretty leaf" he nodded, and reached out to grasp her tiny hand in his own, his lips brushing over her knuckles as she wriggled in his arms. "But not nearly as pretty as you, my littlest darlin..."

#matty healy x reader #matty healy #promptober75 #the 1975

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ikemenlibrary · 6 months

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Bookmarked Dialogue (Ikémen Prince)

Pairing: Keith Howell x July (OC) Summary: Keith finds solace within the walls of a tiny bookstore, reveling in the love of the shopkeeper. This is their story.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Self deprecation on both sides

A note from the author: I had the privilege of writing this for @queengiuliettafirstlady for the Ikémen Prince Gift Exchange hosted by @sunnyikemen and myself. What started as a small cute fluffy fic blossomed into way more, and I enjoyed writing every second of it! I hope you enjoy this Julie! Thank you for giving me the opportunity to explore July and Keith's wholesome relationship!

“Can you read me a story?”

It started long ago, before either of them knew how deeply their feelings would expand over two countries. Keith was a visiting prince in Rhodolite, and July was managing a bookstore in town run by her uncle.

She had noticed Prince Keith right away. As a citizen of Jade, she had heard stories of the gentle prince; so kind that even his maids gave him gifts randomly to thank him for his hospitality. From across the town square, with a fountain between them, Keith’s soft golden eyes met July’s green, and from that moment forward, she was a goner. Her heart panged harshly in her chest as his eyes followed her every move and July made sure to take her time arranging the flowers she had bought in town for the pots outside of the bookstore. She wanted to spend more time away from the inside, she wanted to use that time to admire Keith’s gentle smile as he shopped around the square, and only when he hopped in a carriage with the official Rhodolite crest - headed back to the castle, presumably -, did she return back inside for the rest of her duties.

He had approached her the next day, bowing graciously as he entered the small and cluttered bookstore, leading July to curtsy awkwardly in the small space. With Keith’s giant form inside, there wasn’t much more room left for July to move around, much less greet the Prince with a proper welcome. He apologized profusely for the intrusion, a gentle blush on his cheeks as she brushed off his concerns with a warm and welcoming smile, introducing him to the bookshop.

Nevertheless, he offered her only kindness as he asked for book recommendations on the history of Rhodolite, and he found solace in her bright smile as July relaxed into her specialty, talking his ear off about all the various things she’s learned about since coming to help her uncle in the little bookstore.

In their short time together, they learnt a lot from each other; Keith learned that July had come from Jade, and was here out of the kindness of her own heart to help her elderly uncle, and in turn, learn more about herself. July learned that even though he was royalty, Prince Keith was as kind and courteous, if not more, than she had ever heard around town within the gossip mills.

“I enjoyed talking to you today,” Keith bowed once again, this time gently grasping July’s hand in his own as he kissed the top of it in a farewell. “Thank you for your company. Maybe next time, you could read me a story?” And then his eyes widened, and he rushed to cover himself. “But only if you want to, of course! If it’s any sort of intrusion, please just forget I asked you! I’m sorry.”

“It’s no problem at all, I’d be happy to. What kind of story, Prince Keith?” July fought to keep her silly grin off her face, the giddiness of that prospect almost ridiculous in her mind.

“Your favorite book,” for a moment, it seemed as the prince’s eyes darkened slightly, his soft smile dipping into an almost imperceptible smirk, but the moment July blinked, everything was the same as it was before. Maybe a trick of the light, or maybe she had just imagined it, but it was enough to have a chill run up her spine. Nonetheless, she curtsied to the prince once again, and sent him on his way with well wishes, his arms piled with books she insisted he take back to the castle with him,

July spent that whole night scouring the meticulously organized bookshelves of her favorite stories, hoping to find one that Prince Keith would find interesting enough to grant her one of his comforting smiles that had her feeling weak in the knees. She had decided on a book of folklore from a country overseas, and tucked it away behind the counter so when - and if - the prince decided to come visit once more, she’d have it ready.

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Prince Keith returned a few weeks later, a bundle of blooming pink roses in his arms as he ducked inside, grimacing slightly and apologizing to July - or the door, she wasn't quite sure - as he hit his head on the doorframe.

“Sorry, that was rather dreadful of me. I should’ve been more aware of my surroundings. That’s what happens when you’re a big lump, you always bump into things.” And before she could reply, he apologized once more. “And now I’m oversharing. Geez, I’m sorry.”

“That’s quite alright, Prince Keith!” July exclaimed, dropping into a curtsy. She had practiced in her small bedroom, watching her form in the mirror before bed every night. She wanted to be sure if the First Prince of Jade visited her bookstore, she would be able to properly greet him this time.

“It makes me happy to see you welcome me so warmly, but please, no need for formality. I couldn’t live with myself if I knew you went out of your way for me.” Keith bowed in return of her curtsy, and it brought a flush of heat through her body as she watched his hair flop over his eyes as he stood himself back upright. “I’m sorry if I gave the impression of otherwise, July.”

She rushed around the counter, drawing herself nearer the gentle prince, and bowed her head. “Of course you didn’t! Please, stop apologizing. I just wanted to make sure you felt welcome coming to visit once more.”

“I’m sorry I keep apologizing, I’m sure it’s dreadful listening to it.” Keith’s eyes were downcast, and July’s heart yearned to have her envelop his larger hand in his own to dissuade his worries. But, she was a mere commoner, that would be very unsavory to touch a prince like that in any setting that wasn’t unwarranted. “I wanted to apologize for taking so long to visit as well. I was away at the palace for some time with some duties. Oh, gosh, I did it again, I keep apologizing.” If his head could hang lower, it dropped at that admission, and July was quick to reassure him with a smile.

“It’s quite alright, Keith. Please don’t worry! It gave me time to select my favorite book to share with you.” She didn’t tell him that she had been waiting anxiously day by day, drumming her perfectly manicured fingers over the aged book cover, hoping that every time the bell rang, it was the Prince coming in to make good on his promise to return.

“Oh, you found your favorite book to show me? That’s a lovely idea, I can’t wait to see what you decided on.” Keith had a gorgeous smile that lit up his face, his tawny brown eyes sparkling with interest.

“Well - yes. It was your idea after all.” July said, once again ducking behind the counter to grip the thick and heavy book, holding it up triumphantly.

“It was?” Keith’s eyebrows furrowed, before his eyes widened in shock, scrambling to cover up his confusion. “Yes, sorry. I remember now! I asked for you to show me your favorite book. And now I see it! Let me see… ah, folklore. I’ve heard good things, but haven’t read much.”

July looked at him, a glint in her eye as she continued explaining their last meeting. “I suppose it’s a good thing you asked me to read to you then. At least I didn’t find something you’ve read before.”

Prince Keith shook his head, his beautiful smile back on his face. “Nonsense. Even if it was a book I knew by heart, I’m sure it’d be even better coming from your beautiful lips.” He glanced down at his arms, cradling the bundle of roses he entered the bookstore with, and he held them out to July, clumsily pushing them into her embrace. “I almost forgot. I got these for you as an apology, since I was away from your shop for so long. I saw these in the town, and they reminded me of your lipstick. But now that I’m saying that out loud, I feel weird. Please accept my generous apology for coming off rudely.”

July hugged the de-thorned roses to her chest, the stems of the flowers matching the color of her dress - Keith noticed -, and she inhaled deeply, her eyes sparkling with happiness as her green gaze met Keith’s, and his heartbeat sped up as she smiled at him. “They’re gorgeous. Thank you Prince Keith.” As to prove her point, July took the partially wilted white roses out of the vase on the counter, laying them off to the side as she replaced them with the new, fuller and blooming pink roses.

Keith cleared his throat, anxiously pulling at his hair in front of his eyes, almost as if the harder he tugged, the more he could hide behind his thick and shaggy hair. “I wanted to ask you something. If you’re available to step away from the bookstore, would you be willing to walk around town with me? Maybe we could stop by a patisserie and you can read me some of the folklore you wanted to show me? But obviously if you’re not feeling up to it, or you’re busy, please just forget I asked!”

Before Keith could talk himself down a rabbit hole, July interjected. “I’d love to join you, Prince Keith. If you could just wait a moment, I can close the shop down for a bit while we go out together.”

Keith breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders slumping as the anxiety eased out with that singular exhale.

He waited patiently as July flitted around, shelving the last few books and turning the open sign to the closed side. Keith’s eyes never left her beautiful form, and he felt ashamed for noting how her dress perfectly hugged her curves, following her bodice down to her waist. She was gorgeous, and whenever she sent a smile his way, he felt his hands grow clammy.

At last, she turned towards Keith, a bright smile on her face. “I’m ready to go, let me just grab my shawl.” And before he could offer her his cloak, she grabbed her shawl, and opened the door to the tiny bookshop. “Make sure to duck a little this time, I don’t want you to hit your head again.”

Keith thanked her gratefully, and that one little smile he gave her had her yearning heart aching. He was so kind, so generous, and incredibly good looking. All the rumors she’d ever heard of the first Prince of Jade was true, if not an under exaggeration of his character.

Keith led her to a pastry shop he knew about, and before July could even question it, he explained to her that Prince Licht and Prince Yves of Rhodolite had taken him there before, and it had some of the best macarons he’d ever had. When July heard the mention of macarons, she had exclaimed that those were some of her favorite sweets, and when Prince Keith offered to share a few of them between the two of them, she graciously accepted, finding a secluded table tucked into the back of the patisserie while he went and placed an order.

“They said they’d bring out the macarons in just a few moments, as well as some tea that would nicely compliment the flavors.” Keith said, hunching his shoulders as he slid into the other chair - which looked ridiculously small compared to him. “Sorry to make you wait, thank you for your patience.”

“Don’t worry about it, thank you for ordering some stuff for us to enjoy together!” July exclaimed, her hands moving to subconsciously trace the title of the book she had placed on the table.

Keith’s eyes followed her movement, motioning over to the book. “What book did you decide to share with me?”

July blushed, worrying her lip between her teeth as she flipped between all of the pages, only looking up at the prince once she had made the silence stretch long enough that it felt awkward on her end. But she knew it didn’t matter, Prince Keith was kind, and he was patiently awaiting her response, the curiosity sparkling in his eyes. “I brought something that had been transported across seas. I had to translate it to be able to read it… but I thought you’d enjoy that.” She responded, spreading her hands over the book cover, almost to protect from any sort of negative reaction from the prince.

“You were able to translate this book?” Keith asked, sitting up and seemingly forgetting about his large stature on the smaller chair. At July’s nod, he rested his hand on top of hers, a tender smile gracing his lips. The touch, combined with his tawny gold eyes searching her face, had July’s heart beating in her throat, and she fought the urge to pull away from him to protect her heart from any hurt that was inevitable to come with falling for the prince, instead giving herself into his touch. “That’s amazing. I don’t think I’d have enough patience to sit and learn another language, let alone translate a book in my free time.”

July smiled, pleased at the praise Keith was instilling on her. “Well, when you work in a bookstore, this sort of thing is what you do when there’s no customers around.” Keith’s gaze never left her, and she cleared her throat to try and brush off the prickles on her skin. “Would you like me to read you one of the stories? They’re short, they only take about five minutes each.”

“I’d be honored if you’d be willing to dedicate that time to me, July. Thank you.” Keith graciously bowed his head, and at that time, the waitress came over to deliver their treats to the table and the prince thanked her profusely, only stopping once he noticed the flushed and awkward look on her face. “Ahem, sorry. Thank you once more, have a great day.” He ushered her off after that, and July bit her lip to keep the giggles bubbling in her throat to escape. And then they settled in, Keith bringing his chair closer to July, a shy smile on each of their faces as their shoulders brushed when July opened the book. Keith found her voice calming as she spoke, reading each line in the strange language before tracing her neat handwriting on the side of the book, reading the same line in English afterwards. July forced herself to keep her voice even, and her eyes forward. She could feel Keith’s gaze following her every move as she continued to read, but she kept going, the warmth of his shoulder pressed against her own urging her to continue reading.

The story was one that always intrigued her, about a woman who showed up in a town one day who was a hard worker, and worked on a farm in exchange for a place to stay. Everyone liked her, but some thought she was odd because she was kind to everyone, yet stuck to herself. One day, she was invited out late in the evening by the farmer she worked for, and instead of accepting she declined - like she’s done every time. The farmer was so curious about where she went instead of going out with people in the town that he followed her, and she led him through the woods, to a cave where he discovered there that she had a whole other life as a queen of elves. The ending of the story changes depending on the author, but this one ended with her accepting the farmer as one of their own, and having him join them in an elven celebration.

Keith hung onto July’s every word, his heart beating in his ears as she spoke. It was as if she understood him, this story telling her more about Keith than he felt he could ever tell her himself. He wished he could tell her that he related to the story, but once she finished, all he could muster up was a shaky smile. “That was a very interesting story. What was it that intrigued you to begin with?”

Keith watched as July reached for a rose macaron, her pink lips about the same color of the treat and he licked his lips, unsure if it was because he was hungry or because he watched her plush lips brush against the baked good. She chewed and swallowed before responding. “I just liked the idea that it was okay to show someone who you trust completely the real you, and to be accepted for all that you are, even if it’s more strange than anyone could imagine.”

“I think that’s a really good way to think about it…” Keith said softly, sipping on the herbal tea. “I’d like to find someone who I can share myself completely with some day.”

July’s eyes met his own, more intense than any other time before. She was completely serious when she responded, “I would like that too, Prince Keith.”

***

During his time in Rhodolite, Keith continued to visit July in the bookshop, dousing her in flowers and perfumes and all the sweets he could carry in his long arms. Over their time together, Keith found himself missing her when they were apart, and July felt the same, her heart speeding up every time he walked through the door, ducking so he wouldn’t hit his head like the second time he came to visit.

They exchanged countless book recommendations, and bonded over the books they grew up reading in Jade. He always accompanied her on her half day break, treating her to a small lunch and tea. She always insisted on paying, but the prince always brushed her hand away with a kind smile, and she never had the heart to fight him on it because he always seemed so pleased when she accepted.

Over their time spent together, July had found herself absolutely smitten with the gentle prince, every moment that passed when they were together only confirmed the feelings she felt for that man, and even though she knew they could never be, she spent her time away daydreaming about what it would be like to hold him in her arms and press kisses on top of his thick, shaggy hair.

“July, were you listening to me?” Keith’s voice broke her out of her trance, and she shook her head, a bashful smile across her face. “That’s alright. I was just saying that I brought you my all time favorite book, and there was a line I wanted you to read, and tell me what you thought.” He handed her the book, and she thumbed at the pages curiously, opening up to the page that was bookmarked. “The 17th line down, it should be a line of dialogue.”

July used her finger to count down the lines, and sure enough, there was a line of dialogue, lightly underlined with ink, right where Keith had said it’d be. “‘And sure enough, I realized eventually that I was in love with you.’” She read out, her voice breathless as she glanced at Keith.

Before she could continue reading, Keith continued the line of dialogue on his own. “‘And I realize that it may be too late, but I couldn’t let you go on without knowing.’”

July’s eyes filled with unshed tears, unsure if he was just referring to an incredibly romantic line in a book because he knew she loved romance novels, or if there was deeper meaning in his - the book's - words. “Prince Keith?”

Keith stepped closer, his eyes soft, a serious expression on his face as he cupped her cheek stroking gently under her eye with his thumb to catch one of the tears that had managed to fall. “July,” he breathed out. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Another tear fell, this time from her other eye. Keith couldn’t brush it away, yet his eyes followed it as it tracked down her gorgeous face. “Tell me what?” She whispered, her green eyes almost a stormy gray with the tears filling her lash line.

“I didn’t know how to tell you that I’ve fallen in love with you.” Keith responded, now cupping her face in gloved hands. He wished he had taken his gloves off, but he’d never been one to think things through to this extent. He wanted to feel her soft face against his bare hands, hands that didn’t deserve to hold someone as gently as he was. “Say something, please.” He pleaded.

July let out a shaky sigh, and finally felt like she could breathe once more, his confession hanging between them like the oxygen they were breathing together. “You could have anyone you wanted… you’re so gentle, and kind. And yet, you chose a weirdo like me. You chose a commoner.”

Keith leaned in, pressing his forehead against her own. “I chose the most wonderful, and kind woman I’ve ever met. You’re anything but common to me. If you’re a weirdo, then so am I.” He laughed slightly, and that sound warmed July’s heart. “There’s no one I’d rather be a weirdo with than you. I love you.”

This time, there was no mistaking it. He was confident in himself, and professing his love to her, his sweet breath fanning over her face with every word he spoke. “I love you too, Keith.” She replied, and before she could say more, Keith closed the small gap between their lips. It was awkward and clumsy, probably one of his first - if not his first - kisses, and even though their noses bumped together, July could feel Keith’s sincerity in the way he was breathing in the air she exhaled, like she was his living life force and if they separated, he simply couldn’t bear it.

He loved her, and she loved him back.

Although there’d be tribulations to get to, they both knew that they’d get through it together, because they had each other.

***

Keith’s shoulders were slumped as he walked into his and July’s shared bedroom. He had been busy, since Jade was hosting a union ball with Rhodolite, the first prince was stretched thinner than he normally was, and he was ready for a night away from the princely duties bestowed upon him.

July was laying in bed, a book nestled on her lap, the oil lamp burning bright in the otherwise dark night. Keith had to squint; he wasn’t sure if she was asleep, or just resting her eyes, but when he sat on the edge of the bed to take off his shoes, she stirred, rubbing her eyes sleepily. “Hi darling,” she greeted him, scooting over in the bed so she could wrap her body around his upright one, her chin resting on his shoulder. “Another late night.”

Keith kissed her forehead, a little hum of appreciation leaving her lips at his affection. His second boot was toed off, set near the edge of the bed, and he was ready to wrap her in his arms and enjoy some quality time with July. “Yes, there won’t be many more before it’s over, my love. Did you fall asleep while waiting for me?”

She shook her head, knowing her lover was going to start beating himself up if she didn’t dissuade his worries. “No, just resting my eyes. I had a headache, but I wasn’t sleeping.”

Keith startled at that, quickly pulling off his gloves to feel at her forehead. There was no fever, and his shoulders dropped in relief. “If you wait right here, I’ll go and mix you an herbal tea that should help and–”

July tugged at his hand, stopping Keith in his tracks. “I don’t need any tea. I just need to rest. Come, darling, and lay with me.” Her pleading caused Keith to relent, allowing her to guide him under the covers, his newly washed pajamas soft against his skin. He had been working all day, and his back was aching from sitting hunched over documents, yet when he wrapped July in his arms, it was like every bad feeling from the day had left his body. It was quiet between them, their breathing had lined up, and everything felt back to normal for the both of them. “Keith,”

“Yes, love?” He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head as he responded.

“Could you read me a story?” Her voice was small, and her eyes were closed, the prince noted as he looked down at her. He had picked up the book that was laying in bed with them, and with a fond smile, he picked up at the bookmarked page, starting the 17th line down.

“‘And sure enough, I realized eventually that I was in love with you.’” Keith read out quietly, and July smiled, nuzzling farther into his embrace as he continued. “‘And I realize that it may be too late, but I couldn’t let you go on without knowing. Meeting you was the best thing that has ever happened to me.’ Tessa spoke with tears in her eyes. She watched forlornly as the prince boarded his carriage, headed back to the castle far away. In that moment, Tessa was heartbroken, staring after the retreating carriage. Little did she know, the prince was also heartbroken inside the carriage, yet his hand in marriage was devoted to someone else, and he refused to start something with the love of his life before he broke off the engagement with the princess of the country his parents were trying to align with.”

Keith continued to read the book as July’s breathing evened out, and although she was asleep, he continued to read late into the night, the hopeless romantic in him not wanting to stop until the pair was reunited. Only once the prince and the commoner found solace in each other's arms, did he lean over and turn off the dim burning oil lamp and snuggle into the loving embrace of his lover.

Keith couldn’t even begin to imagine how hard it was for the Prince to stay away from the woman he loved, even if she was a commoner. If he had to give up any moment of finding solace in July’s green eyes, Keith knew he wouldn’t be able to pull himself away from her. One tremble of her perfect lips would have him cupping her face and wanting to soothe away all her doubts.

But that was Prince Keith, a weakling. And he only wished one day he could be as admirable as the prince in the book, and set an example for the rest of his country about what true love should look like.

Unlike a book, true love has no bounds, and at least that’s something that Keith can always promise to July. He may not yet be a role model to his kingdom, but the citizen’s of Jade will always know that their First Prince followed his heart, no matter what direction it may lead.

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Hello, I just wanted to tell you that your work had inspired me to make my own animatics (the first "proper" one is almost ready!), and your art style was the primary influence for my storyboarding. I still remember the first time I watched one of the animatics of yours, and was absolutely blown away by it. Fast forward a year, and I am making my own fan art for another niche, indie game. So, I wanted to thank you personally, and I hope I can share what I did with that inspiration!

I still recall when I first started really imagining animation as it relates to characters in a setting and plot. The animatic of yours is like a knitted blanket, all of the characters go together despite the colour scheme being very different. I was memerized by the coordination - it was like a dance, almost!

So, I started wondering about other games I played, and I thought "Maybe I can try something like that too". It wasn't easy, I suck at art, but I learnt quite a lot. For example, how to blend two different scenes with different rooms in a fluid manner. Or how to protray a character with only a few sketches, as I cannot make every frame colourful.

I deeply recall going back to the"Road Less Taken" video, as well as so many others, and slowing down the speed to 0.5, so I could see every single frame slowly, and trying to figure out how to add movements that won't be too "noisy". In that time, I tried experimenting with art styles, and sort of mixed up a lot of brushes together.

One particular moment was when I tried to make a "dramatic" moment in my badly drawn sketch. I remember seeing that you would take a black and white frame, and then, the next frame would be the same thing but in colour. I thought it was so cool! So, I tried it.

It didn't work out as I hoped (my colouring was messy and poor). The technique I am currently using is by using a black and white sketch, and then the same frame with 3 colours. But I learnt that I could adjust the layers with filters, until the lightening had enough contrast. This way, it would seem "dramatic".

Sorry, that was super long of an ask. My first proper animatic won't be good, but that is another learning experience! If I have the courage, I may post it on Tumblr. Honestly, I really am glad I stumbled upon your videos, else I would not have done all of that drawing and creativity.

So, thank you for everything!

I came across this message first thing in the morning and it's made me have so many different feelings.. before I say anything further, I'd like to tell you that I feel this message is wonderful! I'm glad to have you had stumbled upon my videos, too.

Ah, my Road Less Taken fanvideo.. and my other videos too. Being reminded of it really hurts me because I loved everything I put into it, I put in a lot of passion, I put in a lot of love, I bought the artbook, played the game it was based on and went through to do a full analysis, went back and forth through the plot, I just couldn't bear upholding it though, I just couldn't. I'm sad it turned out to be the way it is now since I was really sure I did a great job with it with the skills I had, and I love what I did with it, but I don't regret having it taken down. It took me some time to muster the courage to do it, and I feel lucky that people were very accepting about it too. ^^ It existed and it was able to give a lot of people fun as it did for me, and I'm very happy that was the case. I know that work of mine was really loved, and I'm glad I could create something that could do something like that. I hope I can do that again and I'd probably have a chance to, since I have a life ahead of me.

Enough about me and let's talk about you and your message! Aaaah wow, this is really incredible! Have you seen my channel though? My early videos (and I may still would draw that way) aren't so colorful and proper you know! A lot of them are consisted of sketches of what I want to see in that certain segment. It's very interesting and exciting to hear from your perspective, because I hadn't considered my movies to be so "proper" enough either!! That's why, I can say for a fact, that "Oh you'll do well and do a wonderful job" with 100% sincerity. You came to the right person. I mean look at me! I posted videos like that all the time and just because I thought it'd be fun! If you went to some other talented artist who has these bizarre techniques and astounding professionalism who could create full-fledged CLEAN animations it may not sound so convincing. But i'm someone who starts from scratches and lines and posts those without shame. Drawing colored movies was a huge challenge in my part as well and it took me awhile to feel I'll be skilled enough to do it- perhaps you're already getting a huge head-start compared to how I started out because moving up that one step for me took years to do.

You can do it!! You can!

If there's something I learned from posting my drawings and works out here, it's that you just do what you wanna do. Not everyone will notice you, and your works may not be blown up out there as you wish it to be, yeah, but there's always going to be someone that comes along and appreciates it, which is a miracle on its own. For me, one of those people is you. You'll have someone who comes up to you and does the same thing for you, too if you keep sticking out there. Until then, just continue doing what you love and have fun, without having recognition being your only motive. I made my works for myself (to share, of course, but there were things I was so passionate about I felt I HAD to put this out there and let everyone notice how GOOD and FITTING it is) and although having thousands of people love my works, and tens of hundreds of thousands watch 'em together with me was wonderful.. it all feels like a dream now, the number doesn't matter as much for me. If numbers mattered, I'd have given up a long time ago because there's always people who are so much better than you. However, there's something that only you can do and think of.

See? You're already telling me about your unique style and is thinking of what you could do to make it more effective. That approach you're using is something that I'm unfamiliar of doing. Even if we had the same ideas, I wouldn't be able to create the same things you do and that's what makes yours special! Good luck with that, never did I think what I drew would be able to inspire you to create your own, I should work harder myself to make sure I don't get beaten by you so fast XD, You see, I'm a slow improver. I have artist friends who've gone places and make incredible art. But I can still be one too, as long as I keep drawing. I hope you do that too, as well as keep having fun in the way. And please remember about me if you become famous one day, okay? 'v')9

"The animatic of yours is like a knitted blanket, all of the characters go together despite the colour scheme being very different. I was memerized by the coordination - it was like a dance, almost!"< Ah, I really liked this part of your ask, too. The coordination part is something I really tried hard on when I make an animatic! I sit down and listen to music one day and then something hits me. 'Huh? Isn't this that? And that part works with that and can't this be used to convey this?' Very vague expressions but that's actually how it works in my head. The inspirations come very fast, and when that happens, I sit down and write up a memo to see if the whole song really fits along with the stories I know. And when I'm convinced that it works, I start weaving the two different stories together, the lyrics and the story of the material I wish to make a video out of. That process really makes my heart race because yes, like how you've described it, it feels like a dance, or a knit. Like 90% of the animatics I've made happen like this, so I have no idea when I'll get another inspiration. Till then, I just keep having fun with the fandoms I'm in! Having a good understanding of the source material helps. If you know it well, then everything folds together as one. The song and the story does it for you, and you just follow through its flow.

"slowing down the speed to 0.5, so I could see every single frame slowly, and trying to figure out how to add movements that won't be too "noisy". <this part ;v;...hnngh I have no words.. goodness I had NO idea someone would look at my videos with such intense care.. I don't consider my videos to have the most..how do you put it, creative effects out there, a lot of the effects I put in are something that's built in in the base program or something really simple! You'll be able to learn it in a jiffy no problem. I really look up to vids that have these wacky, shiny and fast-paced effects myself.. One thing I think I could do a pretty good job on, on the other hand, would be the pacing! And that has a lot to relate with the songs you're using. Where the instruments come in, the beat, parts where the vocal stresses, I use the songs I really like, so it makes me think oh, a panel could be added there, and there! and let's make this one drawing show up longer than the others! All that. If you understand the materials you're using (the song, the story, your art) you'll be able to coordinate them well within the limits of your abilities. As I said earlier, that's going to be something only you could do, and what's unique. They say creativity isn't about making entirely new stuff, you know! It's more about putting two different things together in a way no one else has. So movies and fanarts are a great way to show yours :)

I've had others who inspired me to create a video. I've seen lots of fanvids and there were amazing ones, (the fact I was in the kagepro fandom when it was still releasing new songs explains a lot, doesn't it? That surely was a huge inspiration) but I think what's given me the final push to start was seeing my artist friend make a short 6 second one on her tumblr a few years ago. There it hit me that I might be able to do it too, so I asked them what program they were using and made mine right away.

I still have it in fact, it's this video, and I made this one too shortly after. And then I realized that although it wouldn't be perfect, making a video itself isn't something too much of a big deal. You make one and that's it! Because I enjoyed it,(I loved the idea of seeing my own drawings move) I made more.. and I won't be so afraid to, either, because I could always go back to making those simple ones if I wished. Make colored and detailed ones if I wish to push myself further. I'm happy I was able to inspire you to make yours. I hope your experience making stuff would be as enjoyable and exciting as mine!

I'll be happy if you can show me your first video, too!// Whether if you do, or if you don't, I will cheer for you~ Thank you so much for telling me all this. I'm honored to know I was able to give you such a positive impact, because you never know what influence you're giving to someone unless they tell you.. and this, IS SO TOUCHING. You're doing all these things because you were able to find the good, you had it in you always! I'm glad I played a part somewhere on the road. 'v')9

Good luck with your videos~ I'll.. keep making mine in the future too! ;v; GOD I found a song for persona but I gotta finish P3R to get a better understanding for this plot once again, I'm going to do an even better job than I ever did, in the long run. So you too, I know you'll keep improving, so take your time and have fun on the way!

#asknreply #liampleone #don't worry I got you I love long messages!!!#HHGH and I got carried away replying to you too #wish you the best!! this makes me want to try harder as well!

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everythingsf1ne23 · 2 months

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𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 (𝘒𝘪𝘯)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 💌:

@somethingblu3 said that they wanted to see more Jimmy fanfics and I agree so here’s a little Jimmy one shot, I hope you enjoy and please let me know your thoughts in the comments ~Jess

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 📝:

in which, loving someone you can’t have means moving away to get away from him and the Kinsella family (inspired by the song ‘See You Later’ by Alexander 23)

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘷:

I admit that I was surprised when Amanda told me that Jimmy decided to throw a going away party for me, little does they know that I’m only moving so I don’t have to look at them anymore.

But here I am, getting ready for this party,

I look at myself in the mirror as I brush my hair and all I could see was sadness in my eyes, I look away and I tell myself that for tonight, I had to seem really happy.

I walk back into my bedroom to put my jewellery on so I put on a pearl necklace and bracelet, then I throw on my leather jacket, “Thank God, I’m finally ready” I say to myself even though I was running a bit late as I usually am unless I’m doing a job for the Kinsella family for those I’m always early.

I lock my house and then I walk across the road to Amanda and Jimmy’s home, I knock on the front door.

I see someone coming to answer it through the door, it was Nikita, she greets me with a hug

“How are you?” Nikita asks me

“I’m good, a bit upset about leaving tomorrow”

I walk through Amanda and Jimmy’s house and into the kitchen, there’s a big cheer when they see me standing in the doorway

“Come in, there’s a seat in the middle for you” Jimmy ushers with a soft smile, I sit down and Birdy hands me a glass of champagne across the table

“Thanks” I reply, and Birdy speaks up

“It’s so sad to see you go pet especially after everything you’ve done for us, with the jobs and all”

I sigh as I notice Amanda and Jimmy being all loved up at the end of the table, I like everyone else but they’re the reason why I’m leaving.

“Yeah but I think it’s about time, I’ve had enough of this whole gangster lifestyle”

Anthony gives me a confused look,

“How could you not like this lifestyle?”

“I mean you either end up in jail, on the run or in a grave so I’d much rather live my life freely without all that”

“That makes sense”

Then Michael turns to me,

“Where are you going again?” He questions,

“Rome in Italy” I respond excitedly which gains Amanda and Jimmy’s attention

“It’s very hot there and I mean, do you even know Italian?” Amanda asks me

“I know and yeah I learnt it in school,

I’m fluent in Italian” and then Jimmy speaks up

“Isn’t that where you went on holiday in the Summer?”

“Yeah it sure is, I loved it and I’ve met a guy from there so I want to see how that goes” I reply and I see Jimmy clench his jaw in annoyance or was it jealousy?

“Ooh what does he look like?” Nikita asks me

“Of course you’d wanna see that Nikki!” Viking rolls his eyes and I get a photo from my phone, I turn it around and Nikita gasps

“Oh my god, he’s gorgeous!”

A few hours later and I say goodbye to everyone,

I’m feeling quite emotional so a few tears roll down my face, Birdy hugs me tightly

“Don’t be crying pet, we’ll see you tomorrow morning for a proper goodbye”

They all begin to walk to their houses but Jimmy stays outside with me, I smoke one of my cigarettes and I offer him one, he takes it.

“I wish that you didn’t have to leave, you’re good company” he tells me,

“Yeah I don’t really wanna leave either but I want a few start away from Dublin and it’s gangland shite”

“I understand that, I think a lot of us want out of it”

I feel myself crying again, Jimmy notices and hands me a tissue

“Thank you” I reply and I wipe away my tears

“You know I would leave Amanda for you”

My heart skips a beat and I look up at him,

“You wouldn’t do that, you’d be too scared to leave her” I say coldly

“Too scared? Really? I’m scared of no one here”

“Yeah I’m sure you are” I respond with sarcasm in my voice

“Anyways I want someone who won’t treat me as their backup, their number two, I can’t do that with you anymore Jimmy, it hurts me and I’m sure that it would hurt Amanda even more”

“Please I’m begging you, I promise you that I would definitely leave her”

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍɪɴᴇ

ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏsᴇ

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“See you later” was all I said and I walk back across the road to my house.

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She has a way with words (with her feet? Not so much);

Summary; Hannah Hook has always been a klutz.

Trigger Warning: Near Fatal clumsiness. Children in danger. Negligence. Rudeness. Swearing. Near death experience. Canon attempted self mutilation (aka Harry trying to get his hand bit off). Mentions of very brief (past) animal cruelty. Inaccurate use of sign language (I tried researching it but it differs so I don't know if I'm doing it entirely correctly. If I did it wrong, let me know the proper signing please).

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Anyone and everyone who had ever known little Hannah Hook could tell you that she had a phenomenal way with words.

She'd been telling stories ever since she learned sign language, after all. Taking seemingly unconnected plot points that got stuck in her little brain and mixing and matching them together until she had weaved a story so magnificent it had everyone sitting on the edge of their seats.

She could play innocent and dumb well, often tricking people into revealing the way they were able to cheat so well and start coming up with plans to cut said cheating attempts off within seconds.

She gave great threats that she rarely used and was often able to talk herself and others in and out of trouble on a good day.

It was one of the few things the majority of the isle could agree on:

Hannah Hook had a way with words.

Her feet, on the other hand...

Well, few people liked pointing it out but it was obvious who could see or hear that Hannah was a very clumsy person.

A klutz.

A walking train wreck.

Whatever you wanna call it.

Hannah Hook was undoubtedly it.

Almost to a fatal degree and Hannah been ever since she was a wee baby.

Much to the dismay of those around her.

Harriet heard a thud, thud, thud one day when she was trying to draw a map when she was 5 (almost) and went to investigate. Only to find her 8 month old sister, Hannah Hook, walking into a barrel.

The ravenette stared for a few minutes, absolutely baffled as the wee baby walked into it yet again as if not seeing it. Only to fall back on her butt, get back up, and do the same thing again while trying to get past it.

It was a werid sight to see indeed. Especially when one took into consideration that Hannah hadn't been walking that morning. But Harriet just brushed it off and waited to see if Hannah would figure out how to get around it on her own.

When it became apparent that, that wasn't going to happen the older girl sighed heavily and walked over. Causing her little sister to look in her direction, scrunching up her face up in confusion.

Harriet just picked her up and moved her to side, exasperated as the little girl stumbled off. Laughing gleefully, causing the ravenette to shake her head before she retreated back to her room.

'What a werid kid...'

Hannah's clumsiness didn't get any better as she aged. She'd still bump into things and trip constantly-- getting bruises and cuts and bumps on the daily.

Which infuriated 3 year old, Cj Hook to no end because 'it ruined her wharf cred!'. Even though she had no idea what exactly that meant, having learnt the phrase from Harriet's friends.

But still, it sounded serious to her and one day, after Hannah tripped down the gang plank, the blonde snapped. Storming down after her down and signed at her furiously.

Her signing barely legibly as she quickly held up her dominant hand into the number five sign so that her palm was facing her and closed it. Before gesturing to her hand.

She repeated the action as the two year old squinted at her.

'Hold. Hand. Hold. Hand!'

Hannah held out her hand, furrowing her brows. Extremely confused as to what her older sister wanted from her.

Cj nearly growled in frustration, rolling her eyes as she yanked the smaller girl by the hand and dragged her off to the market place. Not releasing her hand until they were back on the Jolly.

Which continued for the next two years until she realized that being seen holding your younger sister's hand was even more embarrassing than them being a walking train wreck and promptly quit the tradition. Denying that it ever happened and that anyone who remembered her doing so was delusional.

"Come on, you dumb, overgrown lizard!" 7 year old, Harry Hook griped, scowling as hung off of the dock. Dipping his hand in the water, trying to entice the ancient and aging Tick Tock to chomp off his hand already.

He just needed to get a Hook just like his dad!

Uma and Harriet had refused to assist him in his quest, so he wasn't having in any luck. And since it was his turn to watch his youngest sister, he was having even worse luck than he usually did.

And while Harry usually loved Hannah's excited, distracted chattering, in the moment it was making him irritable. Because all it was doing was scary to the other crocodiles off.

So, he did the only logical thing.

Signed for her to go play somewhere else, ignoring the sad look she gave him as he turned back to the thing that scared their dad the most.

Tempting fate and paying no mind to the fact that Tick-Tock's jaws were longer than he was as he shouted at it "TAKE A BITE ALREADY!"

The dastardly creature just opened one eye lazily and went back to sleep.

Harry scowled, tempted to throw a rock at it but knowing better after the last time. He shivered, remembering the tongue lashing Ginny, Harriet, and Uma had given him.

"Stupid bloody, overgrown--"

The young devil-may care buccaneer was cut off mid-rant when a loud splash and familiar cry rang out.

Harry spun around so quickly that he nearly got whiplash, eyes wide as he saw his little sister thrashing around in the murky water. Where she was barely, if at all, separated from all the dangerous creatures that lived in it.

"Oh sweet evil" was all he said as he bolted over to recuse her. Knowing that his parents were going to kill him.

"Ginny! Ginny! Look how high up I am!" 9 year old, Hannah Hook, called out to her older sister who was trying her best to do her potions homework.

The 14 year old barely looked up from her book.

"That's nice squirit."

"You aren't looking!"

"I did look!"

"No you didn't!"

Ginny sighed, dog earring the page before looking in the direction of Hannah's voice-- nearly causing her to have a heart attack.

There, up in the bell tower-- hanging out of the window-- was her tiny, bumbling sister. Who slipped at the exact moment.

Luckily for them both, Claudine was up there about to ring the bell to signal that school was over and quickly caught her by her arm. Yankimg her back in.

Ginny buried her face in her hands, groaning and feeling faint "that kid is gonna be the death of me..."

Hannah ran through the woods of Neverland, howling with laughter as Peter flew after her.

"Run run run, as fast as you can! You can't catch me, Peter Pan!"

The brunette sang out playfully, causing her brother to sped up. Both of them slapping tree branches out of their way.

"Yes I can!"

"No you can't!"

"Yes I can!"

"No you can-- AHHHH!"

Hannah yelped as her foot connected with a sturdy root, causing her to tumble down the hill.

"Uh oh" Peter mumbled to himself, before zooming down after her in an attempt to catch her.

Which only earned both of them a bloody nose and a multitude of bruises, bumps, and cuts. But both of them had quite the laugh about it.

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My painful experience with a trickster spirit

TW: abuse; spiritual trauma

It's very difficult for me to talk about my experience because it is so raw, so personal, and still a little bit fresh despite ending over a year ago.

I've been wanting to talk about it for months but kept pushing it away because of the backlash I could receive from the community, since the subject is so taboo. So I ask you to please be gentle with me. You are allowed to disagree because it doesn't align with your personal belifs and if so, please, just ignore this post. I'm not here to start an argument but to tell my story. I also don't go on tiktok (guys I'm too old for that) so I'm not one to scream that trickster are everywhere or that deity work is dangerous, this is obviously bullshit.

I really want to put an emphasis on the fact that I do not think that this is a thing that happens often or that one should be worried every time they leave an offering. It is very rare and if your gods are made aware of it, they will protect you.

It's only after a reading with a trusted diviner that I learnt that my gods and my spirits were urging me to speak up in order to be able to let go of that trauma. Will it be useful to anyone else? Who knows.

So yeah, I was abused and had a relationship with a trickster spirit maskerading as a god that lasted over a year, starting in 2020.

If I became aware that this was really a trickster and not simply my imagination or poor mental health, it's because it was confirmed to me by not one, but three trusted diviners who skillfully explained the problem to me and even pointed at details they could have not known, which (lowkey blew my mind and) confirmed what I suspected.

It all happened at a time where I was very naive, very innocent and new to the world of gods. Despite having dabled in spirituality and the occult for over a decade, I was still a beginer and it was my first time having a proper religion.

I also want to say that I'm a really psychically sensitive person and had mysterious experiences all my life, and, at that point in 2020, I was particularly sensitive. I was eager to have mystic experiences and the fact that I was really isolated and lonely meant that I had a tendency to obsess over my spirituality and make it my whole life, which is not exactly healthy to begin with.

So when a god started manifesting himself, I was a bit scared but also very curious as to know where this path would lead me. So I became a hellenic polytheist, starting just with one god.

I believe all was fine in the first few weeks. I was giving my offerings. I was praying. I was researching. Trying to meditate to sense Him. The usual.

However, a few months later, I started having weird dreams with this deity. The dreams were dark and had s***al undertones that made me feel really dirty when I woke up. I did a tarot spread and couldn't really understand it, but I had a feeling this god I saw in my dream wasn't him.

Yet the dreams kept happening and this time, the trickster put a different mask. It was glowing, kinder, and seemed to suggest I would advance spiritually and magically with it, showing me different things and symbols. This is how I got convinced and I brushed off my initial feelings.

I started becoming more and more obsessed and thought I had a special relationship with this deity. I spent at least an hour each day meditating and trying to feel it. I was completely manipulated and unaware of it. Showered with what seemed to be love. So I gave myself completely with the innocence of someone who discovers love for the first time.

One night things took a sour turn and I experienced things I did not know were possible. All I will say is that my boundaries were violated and it pushed me over the edge mentally.

Over the course of the next few months, my mental health became worse and worse. I was crying constantly, was completely isolated, away from all support system due to studying abroad, I started struggling to sleep and eat, I lost a ton of weight and became dangerously skinny.

When it became hard to leave offerings because I was too busy with school and had no energy for spiritual work, the trickster spirit would retaliate to push me to give it offerings. There was one time I was lying in bed and I felt someone press on my back so that I couldn't breathe and forced me to say I love you. Another time as I was meditating I felt hit. I felt anger. I started getting paranoid and thought I had angered another spirit. I thought they were angry at me for what I did and how dirty I became.

At that point I had started worshipping Demeter, then Apollo and then Artemis and I think they were doing their best to try to help me, but I was so infatuated and attached to the trickster that it couldn't be done without me being aware of it, since I would just keep giving it the offering and devotion, thus, feeding it.

Especially Artemis, often when I meditated I felt like she wanted to tell me something, but for the life of me I coudn't figure out what.

But things got even worse mental health wise, I felt so bad that I thought there was no solution to my sufferings. Never in my life had I experienced such intense panic. It would last a whole night. I started having delusions and hallucinations.

Do I think the trickster caused that? I'm not sure. I think I was already prone to those issues, he just had to push me over the edge... Who would not go insane if you thought your beloved god wanted the worse for you?

So I seeked medical help and I started to feel a lot better after a few painful months. Symptoms disapeared, I started sleeping and eating again. I was not happy but I was not on the verge of disapearing from this world anymore.

But the trickster was still there. I could still feel it from time to time, albeit less intensly than before. I kept appologizing for not showing up, for being different, and I felt his disapprovement (which a real god would NEVER DO!!)

Around August 2021, I started having doubts again and suddenly stopped giving the trickster offerings, stopped trying to feel it, stopped thinking about it. It was difficult in the begining.

I ordered one tarot reading to talk to the god in question, wondering if they knew anything, and another one from a different person to look at the situation.

Both confirmed it was a trickster. The god confirmed I had started a devotional relationship with Him but then I sort of vanished and he assumed I had just stopped worshiping him. The second reader had visions that pointed directly at the corrupted version of the god the trickster was maskerading as and told me to simply stop worshipping it and it would go away since I stopped feeding it and knew what it was.

Things finally started getting better for me. I felt happy. I found a job. I started seeing my friends again. I really changed over the course of a few months.

I didn't lose my faith even though I was really sad and angry about all that happened. I knew They had Their reasons and They did Their best. It was a unfortunate event that I was wholefully unprepared to face at a time where I was the most vulnerable and probably a really great target.

Thanks to my most recent reading, I now know that my gods, my spirits and my ancestors protect me and are helping me heal and build firm boundaries. I am so grateful because yeah it sort of feel like a miracle that I'm doing this well now after all I've been through.

I still feel really guilty, really dumb, really dirty, so I still need to work on that. Even though I know it's not my fault, and they said the same.

Thank you so much if you read everything. It means a lot to me. I will go back to regular posting and I hope I can document the rest of my spiritual journey since many things are changing for me and I'm really excited about the future.

#trickster spirit #parasitic entity

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Safe & Sound by Lucy Felthouse

Series: The Dreadnoughts #3 Read time: 2 Days Rating: 2/5 Stars

The Quote: “I guess this is what I get for being involved with four men at once, isn’t it? I mean, bloody hell, one bloke is troublesome enough—but four? I must be insane.” — Kim Medhurst

Warnings: None of note

This review is mainly me just word vomiting. There are thoughts on the series as a whole right at the end.

I'm going to start by saying by this series struggled to stick the landing. I may not read reverse harem for the proper plot, rather I read it for the connections between the characters (no not the sex), but your plot that framing that holds the whole thing together has to make sense. And on that, I'm afraid Lucy Felthouse fails. That is why I'm giving it 2⭐, it was only going to be three (at the absolute highest four) but it required everything to work out well. That said I do like the way the end breaks down time-wise. Chapter fourteen is the last on the main timeline, chapters fifteen and sixteen are set two weeks later, the epilogue two months.

We left Cut and Run with Maxim Orlov (referred to as Orlov junior and the wee fella more than a few times) at the gates of Jota's compound asking for entrance, to talk. Safe and Sound picks up right from there, with The Dreadnoughts trying to figure out what he might want, how bigger a threat he poses and quite frankly how to handle the situation. Maxim is an ally, much like Kim, he has opposing views to his father. He wants to use the ygrene to enhance his familial fortunes rather than maintain them while destroying the planet. Maxim is an interesting character to me. I didn't expect him, the way Vladamir speaks to him, the way he speaks to others and he interacts with the wider world. In some ways, despite being the son of a Russian oligarch he is almost the right fit for Kim's harem (sans powers). In all honesty, I really like him.

The Dreadnoughts do eventually talk about their polyandrous arrangement. Laying out the boundaries and actually having a moment where the boundaries need to be addressed and called upon. I appreciate that there was that complication, in the most British way possible. Jota are totally fine with the sharing, in my favourite way to borrow a line from the previous book "We already share family ties, a house and a business. Why not a lady, too?” (Taylor, Cut and Run). The others are fine with it too, getting to something I already wondered if it is the ygrene that has created a bond between them. Jota note that Chastain and Aidan are more reserved with women, that is what prompts the thought that it was the ygrene. I have wondered if given Chastain's issues at times if the ygrene as treated some kind of imperative (see both Michaela Haze's Blood Sugar and L.J. Swallow's The Four Horsemen series).

Have a dump of quotes and comments.

Also, his bark was worse than his bite, and despite his fighting talk, he wouldn’t kill someone without provocation. — This is Kim about Chastain. I really like it as a description of him. It suits him well. It is a testament to just how well she has learnt through personal interaction and through his records. (Kim)

Of course he was eating. Nothing would keep that man from a meal for long. Taylor Greig was to food as she was to a computer. — Like the previous quote about Chastain this is a fantastic pick-up about Taylor. I appreciate that there is a potential scientific explanation for it. (Kim)

“Oh, I dunno… pick the right time and place to go for a walk in Greenwich and there’s a chance you won’t see a soul.” “Hmm,” he replied, brushing his hand over the rough bark of a tree as they passed it, “you might not see them, but they’ll be there, won’t they?” She frowned. “What, you mean they’ll be hiding in the bushes? Like psycho stalkers?” “No.” Smith chuckled. “That’s not what I meant at all. I meant, even if you sat slap bang in the middle of Greenwich Park, and there was no one walking through it, there’d still be people in the surrounding houses, in the shops, the pubs, the restaurants, the museums. You might not see them, might not hear them, might not even sense them, but they’d be there. There’s none of that here. Other than the five of us and the wildlife, there isn’t a soul for miles.” — I know a long quote but I love it. I love it as a way to show the similarities in Kim and Aidan's personalities. The value of peace as well as their shared compassion and interest in bettering the world. (Kim and Aidan)

“All right. Be warned, bossy mode has been activated. Here’s what I want you to do…” — I appreciate this line. The guys like that she is bossy on a level I think. Though blessed be it is not a total turn-on for anyone. (Kim)

I do wonder what The Dreadnoughts (Kim excepted) were doing to help Kim with her research. We know they were helping with Aidan talking his own outbuilding for his tests but he's got a different background to the others. Despite all of them being intelligent men.

Oh oh I definitely have a type in a reverse harem, that type is served so well in Aidan Smith. He's smart, compassionate and a brilliant friend, he's the closest alignment is likely the stoic. His intimate scenes with Kim are perfect. It's teasing and intense. It starts in a bath and ends on a bed. I appreciated it.

“Fuck’s sake! Will you stop doing that?” “No,” Taylor said simply, folding his arms. “Not when there’s a Russian megalomaniac at my front gates, looking fer trouble.” — I quite like this feisty side of Taylor, Taylor and Chastain are already having issues in this book but him Whoosh!-ing people around is kinda fun. We needed to see the many dimensions of Tay before this ended. (Chastain and Taylor)

“Come up wi’ some bullshit excuse fer why ye’re only just answering. We dinnae want tae antagonise him more than he already is. There’s the slightest chance this whole thing might end without the need fer violence.” Chastain snorted. “We’ve got more chance of finding rocking-horse shit. Fucking hell, Josh, I know you’re something of a pacifist these days, but you’re dreaming if you think this can end peacefully.” Realising he was gripping his gun so hard he was in danger of bending it entirely out of shape, therefore rendering it useless, Joshua swallowed hard to dampen down the flare of anger Chastain’s words had ignited. He wanted to drive his ‘pacifist’ fist right into Chastain’s snarky face. “Dreaming or not, mate, there is a crazy Russian prick at my fucking gates, and he isnae going tae go away just because we’re ignoring him, so why dinnae ye shut the fuck up and let Taylor do his thing, all right?” — I know this is a long quote but I wanted to include it. This line made me so angry. Like nearly irrationally angry. I have a love for Josh and struggle with Chastain. The pacifist line was needless and this group needs a balance of testosterone-fuelled protector and calm realist. (Chastain and Josh)

Taylor acting stupid for Vladimir Orlov to stall for time is possibly the funniest thing. He's so good a fast-talking and knows how to stall best for the right person.

To be fair, it shouldn’t be any kind of surprise Taylor already had a good idea of who would be most useful where, either. His superhero-nerd status had come into its own since they’d all had their powers bestowed upon them—gone from hobby to actual life skill. — I hadn't thought of this, honestly, I'd forgotten a little about how much of a total nerd Tylor is. (Kim)

As she’d known he would, Taylor engaged his powers and with a whoosh, he was completely naked, his clothes flung so carelessly around the room it looked as though a typhoon had blown through her kitchen. She supposed one had. Typhoon Taylor. As weather events went, it was definitely her favourite. —This made me laugh. Taylor using his powers to get as naked as possible as fast as possible is perfect. It is fantastic to see a character making sex fun. The only other scene in here is so intense and this is a gorgeous counterbalance to it. (Kim)

The plot does wind up well with no loose ends per se. This isn't the worst reverse harem series I've read but it is certainly not brilliant either. There is better polyandry out there. That said if you are a fan of the genre it is something different. That idea of playing with superpowers and military all through, including the woman. Also, I'm not sure I've ever read a book in this style with Scots used consistently by two characters (I can't remember what Three Irish Brothers did but Aiden's mute). I personality had problems with one of the four men, Chastain, but I loved the other three Jota (that nickname is cute too) and Aidan (marked by the fact that I use his given name rather than a surname as is used in the book). Kim is brilliant though her strength and intelligence are perfect for a series with this sort of scientific premise.

#the dreadnoughts #lucy felthouse #ktreviews #book review #reverse harem #read 2022 #booklr #safe and sound #safe & sound

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brightbarteeth · 1 year

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#Teeth whitening

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edgarntch474 · 1 year

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The quickest means of burying oneself in excess depth and workload would be to attempt to do all the things by yourself. Yet sharing the workload may be the smartest point you might at any time do. This is why:

'Leverage'.

Leverage is using your techniques and talents and permitting Some others to Enlarge your do the job potential. You educate them to perform That which you do and you also do something else.

A person bricklayer can only lay a certain range of bricks in an hour, but that very same bricklayer can teach fifteen mates to put bricks and instantly Individuals 15 bricklayers are setting up monuments even though the first bricklayer is out securing extra perform for them.

Whilst the 15 are laying bricks, the initial bricklayer could be Studying ways to perform Sophisticated bricklaying, or master gross sales tactics, or understand supervision expertise.

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The lesson is easy: attempt to do everything oneself along with the 'all' will bury mencarimainan you; train Some others to complete what you do so you develop a monument.

Jesus taught eleven Adult males the way to do what he did. Then he left them to hold on although he moved on to other issues. From The straightforward act of 1 gentleman educating 11 others, a church and the largest, most influential religious movement the planet has at any time recognized was born.

eight. Shifting gears when associations are unproductive

At times you must stroll absent. At times you must jettison unhealthy cargo. And at times you need to consider drastic steps to get back balance and momentum.

'Shifting gears' is often as simple as modifying the location of your respective supervision Assembly from the dark Business office to a close-by cafe. In some cases it may be transferring the Assembly from straight soon after lunch to very first thing up coming early morning, when clearer heads could possibly prevail.

From time to time it may possibly imply growing the level of assertiveness so as to ensure the place you're making is remaining obtained. At times it'd signify bringing Other people in the Conference to ensure the other man or woman understands the implications of their attitudes or actions.

And from time to time it could possibly suggest assisting them locate a much more meaningful and enjoyable purpose beyond your sphere of influence.

To be a management psychologist I Plainly remember 1 organisation I consulted to: the only way away from a staff members deadlock was to remove the impediments to development. Which intended supporting essential protagonists obtain new work beyond the organisation. From time to time society adjust can only be effected in a quick way by bringing in a whole new crew and throwing absent the lifeless Wooden. But only as a last vacation resort.

Summary

The full idea of being men and women skilled is recognizing or locating tips on how to provide out the most effective in Other folks in any situation, as an alternative to their worst. By mastering these eight critical individuals competencies you substantially raise your chances of obtaining the best results out of your interactions and business problems.

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sabineelectricheart · 1 year

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Blaiddyd Hair Styling

Summary: Dimitri’s hair is a disaster after four years without proper care, and there is no-one that can salvage it. Almost no-one.

Rating: K+ - Suitable for more mature childen, 9 years and older, with minor action violence without serious injury. May contain mild coarse language. Should not contain any adult themes.

Words: 1300

Notes: So, I’d imagine that the resistance one gains with the Crest would be distributed rather evenly throughout the body. It would be reasonable that it also applies to hair.

“You must stay still. I am wielding a sharp razor, and if you move too much or too suddenly, I might accidentally cut you.” Byleth ordered, placing a towel around the king’s shoulders. “And you should not comment on anything until I am finished. It is a process, and you should not judge it while it is not done.”

Dimitri nodded with a huff. Under regular circumstances, he would simply nod and say that he liked the results even if he hated it, and the woman knows it very well. That being said, she wants him to genuinely like the cut he will be sporting for the foreseeable future, and that meant being sincere on his opinions. It was a delicate balance, he assumes.

Honestly, there is little room for the Archbishop to have his hair look worse than it currently is. He had not minded his appearance since he fled his execution, and he is supposed to sit for a portrait soon, so that should be taken care of as promptly as possible, unless he wishes to be remembered as a pauper for the rest of written history.

The problem was that his hair was also influenced by the Crest he had. All the men in his family were blond, with very soft and straight hair, but that was very difficult to cut or style. If it is cared regularly, it looks like pale gold flowing in one’s shoulder, but Dimitri’s was knotted beyond hope and even matted in some places. It would be a chore to recover it.

He wanted to have his hair cut by the palace barber, who was well-acquainted with the idiosyncrasies of Blaiddyd hair, but Cornelia, having no use for such a professional, let the aging man go. While he probably could be located with certain ease, it would take a few weeks, and that would not be feasible.

Dimitri knows that, if he asked, Dedue would try his best as his valet to have his hair presentable, but the Duscurian never managed to understand the capillary complexities that his Crest entails, sacrificing more than a few combs and brushes along the way. He considered asking Felix or Sylvain for help, but decided against, as neither aged servant of theirs seemed particularly skilled or prepared to take on the challenge.

Enter Byleth. Despite being an accomplished fighter and the main strategist of her father’s mercenary band, she was also their only woman, and so she was also expected to do all the “female work” around the camp, such as cooking, healing, cleaning and personal hygiene of the men. He can trust that she knows what she is doing.

Back when they were still students, he remembers the professor talking about proper care to body and hair, as in to avoid camp infections and, in a way, helping in stealth missions.

“The human body has a very particular smell. Good scouts know how to pick up on it, and good spies know how to disguise it.”

It should also be pointed out that Dimitri had always admired Captain Jeralt in a sort of aesthetic sense. For a commoner, and a mercenary at that, he had always sported a Faerghusi beauty ideal, in wear and appearance alike. When he learnt that it was his daughter that took care of that for him, he felt much more comfortable in asking for the same.

Lastly, Byleth asked to do that for him. Regardless of any reservation, he would do anything that she demanded of him, and let her play with his hair was hardly that much of a sacrifice.

“Do not be worried, Dimitri. I will not cut it too much, just the tips.” She said, an easy and knowing smile gracing her face. “I saw the portraits in the galleries. I know that the kings use it a little long. Besides, if you do not like it, we can always cut it shorter, but never to make it grow again.”

“I am not…” He began to dismiss it, but decided against doing so, knowing that the woman would know. “Apologies. I trust you to do a good job, but I cannot help feeling rather nervous. I appreciate what you are doing.”

The green-haired woman nodded. “I know, I understand. Just relax and enjoy it.”

He did as he was told. As Byleth began to wet his hair with a comb and brush, he stared at her through the mirror set up in front of him, getting lost in the sensation of her fingers on his head, getting lost in the sweet domestic moment she is offering to him.

“Very well, I shall start cutting now.” The cleric informed him, retrieving the small scissors from the side table.

As the cold metal glazed through his skin, Dimitri felt himself relaxing more and more. Now he could honestly say that he is not nervous, really, that she is cutting his hair instead of his usual barber. In fact, it felt more of a boon than a setback that the man disappeared into the realm.

He trusted her talent and steady hand, and looking at her through the mirror was certainly a step up too, for he loved to admire every curve of her features, every dip in her skin, the way the shadows moved across her face and danced with her ashen skin tone.

As pieces of platinum blond hair fell from his head and tempted gravity, Dimitri sighed softly. This moment, he knew for certain, would be burned into his memory until he no longer had the privilege of remembering. It felt as if this was what he was waiting and fighting for all along, moments like these and a person like Byleth with whom to share them.

He could not possibly be more removed from the bitter reality he once was trapped in, between his father’s death and Rodrigue’s own, thinking a life like this was only found when his head hit the pillow. Having voices of his own creation, mocking him and demanding blood he found himself unable to provide.

“I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life.” Dimitri said quietly, looking at the woman through the mirror still.

When the words had left his lips and reached her heart, the confession left Byleth speechless, unable to continue her work or respond to him with any words of equal weight. Her hands fell to his shoulders, squeezing them lightly, trying to convey a fraction of the medley of swirling emotions she is experiencing.

She does not feel capable of communicating what she felt, which is not that much of a stretch of the imagination. It is alright, thought, as her communicative shortcomings seemed to be a common affliction for people on her position, to be understood as a strange inadequacy that made people fall more in love.

It is alright, because they already knew everything that could be said.

“Me too. I am happy, for that we came so far.” She whispered, lowering her face just enough so that she could lay a light kiss on the hair clipping-lidded white cheek of the man’s. “I should not be concerned, though. We are to do this regularly for as long as you still sport hair.”

Dimitri chuckled, bashful. “I would hope that it grows quickly, then.”

For the rest of the afternoon, the couple got lost on themselves, living completely in the present and loving each other so completely that it felt like the easiest thing to do.

Weeks later, when the artist was finished and the portrait was hung on the castle gallery, the nobles gathered remarked with begrudging objectivity that their current monarch seemed to be the handsomest ever to grace paint and easel, especially with that striking haircut he sported.

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cherryelectricboogaloo · 1 year

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Game of Thrones OCs ficlet. All thanks to my friend whose @ I have forgotten on here. No idea about GOT lore except for wiki entries I have read, so don't expect much.

This was the land of her childhood. The rolling waves of white snow through the ground was, for all intents and purposes, the visage of her girlhood—she had fond memories of when she was very small, rolling through the snow with her brother, when they still had a good relationship, and training with her grandfather outdoors. She remembered the Starks and the wolves, the pine needles she would take to make tea, and the warm clothing she would wear without missing a beat. During snowstorms, she would use her favorite scarf, red as blood and made of wool from her favorite sheep.

There were, even then, many awful memories related to the North. Memories long past, which made her hesitate to come back…

Her husband was not the best with words, only softly squeezing her hand when she announced she wanted to visit the Starks. He knew she wasn't fond of her homeland as much as she seemed to be, and that she had traded her life as a daughter and a proper lady of the North to live in the sun-kissed land of Dorne. Her fair as snow skin had turned into a beautiful cocoa powder, and she had long forgotten how it felt to get frostbite when playing outside. But there were still good things there, lessons to be learnt with the past. So he had prepared everything, and taken his pregnant wife and children to be presented to the House of Stark.

Her stomach was round and firm, her chest heavy with milk, and she was covered in more clothes than she had since she was seventeen. Quinzo had taken little sneezing Kraiss back inside, where he could rest near the roaring fire, and little Rudalph was too young to go out in this climate: so, she was the only one with Eyva, holding her tiny, gloved hand as she admired the snow for the first time in her life.

Her daughter was a sight to behold. Her nose was still tiny, but it was wide like her father's; her eyes were green like hers, her hair darker than her own, rolling in curly little waves that refused to be domesticated when brushed. Her clothes were a colorful shade of blue and purple, her little shoes thick and her socks made of heavy cotton: she even had a small hat, covering her ears and part of her hair, to keep herself warm. She was four, her steps still uncertain and faltering, but her smile when seeing the raining powder was enough to warm her heart and body.

She was a little slower, compared to her little brother Kraiss. Even being four years old, she still hadn't stopped mumbling words, while her brother had already spoken his first one (she was proud to say it was "mama", while her husband would adorably pout about it.) Still, that was fine—she would make Eyva the perfect heiress, one who could never betray their expectations.

She felt herself shiver, though she didn't know if it was thanks to a memory or to the cold, which she had grown unused to.

What do you mean by that, brother?

I'll tell you this, since you haven't figured it out yourself: women are made to serve men. Usually, they realize it on their own as they grow, but you seem to still hold idiotic ideas of becoming a heir through studies. Have you learnt to sew, to please a man, to cook? No, have you? You run around like a boy, trying to learn mathematics and pestering grandfather to train outdoors like a brute. Don't you think you are embarrassing Father, acting like this?

…

She kneeled, in the snow, near her daughter. She had plopped onto the ground, her belly to the snow, trying to gather as much of it within her small arms as she could. She put her hand on her head, making the little thing look up to her.

"You'll become the best heiress to live, Eyva. …Mother is very proud of you. Never doubt that."

She gave her a mindless little smile, certainly not having understood a single word. And still, she raised her arms to her mother, asking if she could he picked up—she promptly did so, cradling her and kissing her forehead.

Eyva would grow to be a refined, fierce young woman. She would be taught to read and write.

#game of thrones oc #a song of ice and fire oc #got oc #asoiaf oc #long post #wow i really am moving stuff around here

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gotnofucks · 3 years

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The Unreformed Rake

Pairing: soft!dark Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: Ransom Drysdale is a notorious rake, but he seems to have taken a shine to you. When he plans to make you his, nothing would stand in his way. No is not a word he understands.

Words: 3k

Warnings: Slightly dubcon touching, fingering, semi-public touching, forced marriage hinted, 18 + Only

A/N: This is my submission to Siri’s 5k Softdark challenge. Congratulations love @stargazingfangirl18 , you do us hoes so proud and keep our punanis so happy! I chose the prompt “Come on, just a little taste”. It’s highlighted in the text.

If your corset was a millimeter more tighter, you’d be dead. The mammas cared more about getting their daughters married off than about them making it alive through the ball. You were glad that as a second daughter you didn’t have too many eyes on you. All you had to do was let three to four men twirl you around the dancefloor to appease your mother, and then you could sit back and enjoy watching your older sister Anika try to catch a husband.

Mostly, the balls weren’t too bad. You got to meet with your friends and eat some delicious food without the constant supervision of your mother, sometimes you’d even find a decent dance partner who wouldn’t step on your toes or whose hands wouldn’t wander south of your back. You could have made it through the evening unscathed had one handsome rake not made an appearance.

The moment Lord Huge Ransom Drysdale stepped into the hall, all eyes were on him. And his were on you. He made a spectacular vision, donning the bright colours that most gentlemen stayed away from, and yet he looked more masculine than any of them. The eyes of every unwed lady followed his movements, their mothers urging them to approach him despite his reputation.

Everyone knew Huge Ransom Drysdale was a notorious rake; his stories were told at tea parties in hushed tones and often accompanied by giggles. He was proficient in the art of leaving a trail of broken hearts and stuttering men, but more than that, he was a master at getting under your skin. His eyes hadn’t left you for a moment, fixating on you and your current dance partner who was glued to your side like lichens to rock.

“You dance most marvelously Miss Y/N, would you do me the honour of the next one too?” He asked, looking smitten at you.

“Now now Allen, you wouldn’t hog Miss Y/N’s attention all for yourself, would you?” Lord Drysdale’s mocking voice carried over to you, the man walking languidly until he stood before you. “There are a number of other ladies in want of a partner, if you’d be kind enough to relent Miss Y/N’s hand to me.”

Allen bowed to him, recognizing the superior title and the man who held it. Placing a small kiss on the back of your hand, he beat a hasty retreat from you side like the coward you knew him to be. Lord Drysdale chuckled, raising a brow at you before offering you his arm. You had half a mind to turn your nose at him and storm away, but your mother would have conniptions if she learnt you said no to a Lord.

“You have a lot of nerve and no tact Your Lordship” You said in a whisper, allowing him to grip your hand and bring you closer. The music began and he spun you out gracefully before bringing you back into his body, much closer than was socially acceptable. His fingers were firm around yours, the hand on your waist tight, singeing the flesh underneath with his touch.

“You know I am a tactless bastard, that shouldn’t be news to you.” He said with a charming smile that could fool anybody but you. He put a façade better than any theater artist you knew. He led you around the other dancing bodies dexterously, not looking away from your face. After a moment, he abruptly asked, “Who were those three morons you danced with earlier? Didn’t I sent word that you must keep your dance card empty but for me?”

An appalled gasp escaped you and it was with restraint you kept yourself from bolting away from him. “Are you having me watched?”, You hissed in anger, wrinkling your forehead. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Of course I have people keeping an eye on you. Can’t let anything happen to my future wife.”

Because you couldn’t leave, you did the next best thing. You stepped on his toe with all your might, digging your hell into his feet until he groaned in pain. He retaliated by moving his hand from your waist to your backside, giving a firm squeeze to your ass that had you choking on a scandalized scream.

“Hugh!” You chided through gritted teeth, looking around quickly to see if someone had noticed. Amidst the sea of dancers, nobody focused on you alone, but it would be enough to ruin a lady’s reputation.

“You know that’s not what you call me.”

His blue eyes turned darker, more challenging and predatory as he leaned closer until his chest brushed against you. You struggled, trying to put distance between you as discreetly as possible but he wouldn’t give.

“Let go!” You said, digging your nails into his shoulder to no avail. The thick padding of his clothes prevented any harm.

“Say my name.”

It was an order, one that if not met would hold consequences. People thought they knew the philandering Lord Drysdale, but they had little inkling to the danger that resided just beneath the surface. You knew. Your gaze dropped away from his, head a little bowed in defeat.

“Ransom.” You whispered, and he let out a shuddering breath as if his name on your lips had taken away more from himself than from you. He wouldn’t let you address him as anything else, not you who he claimed would be wearing his ring soon.

The dance slowed to a stop, people clapping, and you pushed away from him, halfheartedly joining in the applause. Ransom stood too close, his hand on your waist still fast and you slapped it away in irritation.

“Look, just stay away from me. I don’t want mamma to see us together.” You said, weaving through the throngs of people and trying to escape him. He followed, keeping at your heels with no problem, playfully pulling at your sleeve.

“Stay away?” He scoffed, almost as if in wonder of your audacity to even demand that. “You’re gonna be Lady Drysdale soon, you need to get used to my presence. I will always be close. Very close.”

You turned on him, raising a finger and wagging it in his face. Heat was settling over your face and neck, seeping beneath your neckline and into your chest that was heaving. Ransom’s eyes trained on the rise and fall of your breast, a wolfish grin on his face as he licked his lips in appreciation and anticipation.

“I am not going to marry you Ransom!” You yelled in a whisper, amazed at his arrogance. “You keep away from me.”

In a second his fingers encircled your wrist, pulling you away from the floor into the shadowy corners as you protested. Sweeping aside the curtains, he pushed you into an alcove, pressing you in deeper with his body as the curtains fell again to shield you from curious eyes.

“We’ll have to do something about that mouth of yours.” He hissed cruelly, caging you between his massive arms. “You can’t go around speaking to me like this.”

His face neared yours, eyes dark and dangerous as they glared into you, his mouth opening slowly. You knew what was going to happen and you turned your face at the last second, his lips finding your cheek instead. Warm breath fanned your already heated skin, a flutter of butterflies setting your nerves astray.

“Stop! This isn’t proper.” You said, squirming as Ransom refused to back away. He chuckled in derision, forcefully turning your face to his. You hated how he still looked so beautiful, despite the sneer and arrogance.

“Wouldn’t be the first time we did it. Or did you forget about those stolen moments after the lakeside picnics? What about those walks in the park where I’d press you into a bark of tree and ravish this sinful mouth? We’re long past proper my darling, and the only reason your virtue is intact is because I am affording you the dignity to keep it until our wedding night.”

Your gaze lowered in mortification, those shameful moments coming back to you as flashes behind your eyelids. He had been far too powerful, too intense to refuse. In your weakness, you’d allowed him liberties that made guilt settle like weight on your chest every time your mother bragged about your modesty to other mammas.

“That was my mistake, Ransom. I’m supposed to marry a man of impeccable standing, someone who holds everyone’s good opinion. After Anika gets herself a man, it’ll be me, and my mother would never marry me off to a rake like you.”

His chest expanded in indignation under your hands, and he held you steady as he ground himself against you. Anger, jealousy, and sheer disbelief at your words was evident in his glare, and you shivered in fear as his lips skimmed over your jaw.

“You will marry me, mamma or no mamma. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to make you mine.” He promised, eyes glinting in warning. “What’s that saying? A reformed rake makes the best husband, ain’t it?”

“You’re not reformed.” You countered, captive in his hold. A part of you that you refused to acknowledge didn’t want to leave at all.

“That’s true.” Ransom said, smirking. “I am a rake, its time I play to my reputation.”

He kissed you hard, his tongue pushing past your lips without preamble. You couldn’t help moaning into his mouth, your fingers clutching his collar for dear life, knees threatening to collapse as he kissed you like a man starved. You knew he had a talented tongue by his charming words, but there was more to it than merely speaking. He discovered you, explored you like an untouched cave and brought you back to life.

Nobody could make you feel like he did. You had no patience for conceited, blustering men, but Ransom was more than that. He was a force that overpowered your life like winds did to fallen leaves. He carried you with himself, unrelenting, persistent. He was passionate and hungry, he was obsessed. After the first time he had kissed you in the park, he promised he wouldn’t kiss anyone again. He promised he’d make you his, and that if any man tried to claim what belonged to him, it would end in a duel.

In his kiss, you felt his possessiveness. You felt his raw power and lust that had led you to sin on more than one occasion. Saying no to him was difficult, mainly because you were most yourself when with him. He gave you wings unknowingly. He gave you the freedom to rebel unknowingly. To him, it was your claiming. But hadn’t you claimed him too in one kiss? Hadn’t you transformed the rake into a marriageable sort in one kiss?

“Ransom, we can’t.” You breathed against his lips, both your mouths swollen and glistening.

“Yes we can. We will.”

His hand ventured south of your neck, dipping into your neckline and brushing against the plump swell of your breast. You sputtered, not knowing if you were urging him or objecting. He pressed you hard into the wall, trailing his lips from your neck to your chest, sucking and nibbling with utmost patience and care. You whimpered at his assault, soft mewls spilling from your mouth and you rested your head back, unable to control the heat that simmered in your core.

“There is no power in the world that can stop me from making you my wife.” He said, looking right into your eyes as he sharply pulled and tore a rip into your bodice. You screeched, thumping your fists against his chest before he gathered them in one arm and held them above your head. “This is just a preview of what will happen between us when you take my ring and name.”

Pushing away the limp fabric from your breast, his mouth enveloped your nipple in one fell swoop. You cried out in pleasure, his warmth spreading into your own body and you feared you’d burn. A fire was simmering between your legs, wet and wanting, chanting his name. His teeth gently grazed your nipple, causing you to whimper, a sound he captured in his mouth.

“Look at me.” He ordered, and you opened your eyes without having realized they were closed. The blue in his had never been darker, almost black like the night sky that swallowed down everything in its path.

“Please don’t.” You begged. “I have sisters whose reputation are tied with mine. You’ll ruin us all.”

Ransom smiled, and you gulped because he looked almost tender. As his fingers trailed down your front to gather the layers of skirt above your knees, he bumped his nose in yours. “Never. I am a Thrombey-Drysdale. I’ll take you, and I’ll save your family. Everything I own is yours.”

The look in his eyes was such that you didn’t protest as he traced your thighs, approaching the apex. He didn’t look away as he reached your moist core, nor when he found your sensitive nub and ran circles around it with his fingers. You moaned, biting your lip to stifle your voice as his breathing picked up. Your scent filled the small niche you were in, his chest digging into yours, hand buried between your legs.

A strangled cry did escape when you felt him at your weeping entrance, threatening to breach the untouched walls of your virtue. You shook your head, asking him not to cross the boundary that will change everything between you.

“Come on, just a little taste.” He urged, pressing inside with one finger. He delved in slowly, his intrusion felt against the spongy walls of your sex and you trembled. You were panting you realized, hips gyrating almost subconsciously to mirror his movements.

“Ransom” You moaned, pushing forward. You had to do something, anything. You felt about ready to combust.

“I know. I know. Look at me and remember the pleasure I can give you. Remember the love I will shower on you.”

Another finger joined the first, stretching you until it burnt. You held onto his arms, breath coming in sharp intervals as he moved in and out, the obscene sounds of your essence mixing in with your laboured breathing.

“Do you feel the fire my darling?” Ransom asked, and you nodded. He rested his forehead on yours, forcing you to meet his eyes as he sped up, the heel of his hand digging into your nub. “Look into my eyes and let go. Come, now.”

Your back arched and your pressed forward into his body, quacking in pleasure as sensations that had no name wrecked your whole body. Your teeth sank into his neck to hold in your scream, whole body vibrating and undulating in ecstasy. You remained like this until you caught your breath, sweat gathering above your lips and brow. He looked ravenously at you. He looked in awe too.

Raising his hand, he showed you his fingers soaked in your wetness and slowly he brought them to his mouth and sucked. You gulped, suddenly feeling empty as Ransom closed his eyes in the relish of your taste. When he finally looked at you again, you knew you were lost. The wolf had had his taste of blood. There was no escaping.

He kissed you slow and soft, sharing your taste with you and pulling you closer into him. It didn’t seem like he would part. For all you knew, the world had burnt away leaving only this niche in the wall intact, two people who were just learning to explore each other the only ones alive.

“Do you know, or should I say?” He asked, and you sucked in a breath. Who would have thought this day would come?

“Say it.” You answered. You knew, oh yes. But you needed to hear. You needed to watch those beautiful lips curve around words that bound you to him in something far more potent than marriage.

“I love you.” He said, sincerely, truly and with no hesitation. He loved you. Lord Hugh Ransom Drysdale loved you. Your eyes glistened with unshed tears and you stood on your toes to brush a kiss against his lips.

“I love you, Your Lordship.”

His arms came around you so strong that they felt like chains. You stayed in his embrace, disheveled and disoriented. You never expected your evening would have ended like this.

“Remember my love, then. And forgive me.” Ransom said. Before you could ask him what he meant, he threw apart the curtains that contained your sin and bared you to the world. The first person gasped aloud, and then ten more. You stood paralyzed, holding a hand against your chest to conceal the peeking flesh behind.

Ransom stood before you, nonchalant. Whispers flew around, taking the form of a vicious wind that swept across the ballroom until your mother was running towards you, scandalized. She took one look at you and staggered back, falling behind on the people who rushed forward to help.

“You – no. It couldn’t be.” She sobbed, holding a hand to her heart as if asking it to stay inside. You couldn’t say anything, shame written on every part of you. Ransom cleared his throat before looking at you softly, uncaring of others who gossiped when his lips pressed on your forehead.

“I plan to do right by Miss Y/N.” He announced, removing his coat and draping it around you. Pulling you out from the alcove, he put an arm around you and tugged you at his side. He glanced at you mother who was on the verge of fainting, a small tilt to his lips. “Madam, with your blessings, I would like to wed your daughter and make her an honest woman.”

You hid your face into his chest, not bothering to see your mother’s response. He had compromised you. He had ruined you. Ransom Drysdale didn’t take a no, and he fought hard for what he wanted.

“I hate you.” You whispered, heartbroken. Had he waited, you’d have said yes yourself. Ransom read the question in your gaze and stroked the curve of your cheek.

“I have done my waiting. No more of it. You’re mine now.”

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Whole again

Pairing: Wanda x Fem Reader, Natasha x Fem Reader

Warning: Language, angst, fluff

Summary: Y/n never had an easy life in every aspect of life, finding love again but being betrayed is the worse feeling...

Word count: 4.7K

Tag-list: @diaryoflife

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Life couldn't be better at the moment, in your whole life you have always been pushed, not only by the Avengers but by your parents are well.

They always wanted the best for you and you did the best you could but it never was enough so you simply moved away from them when you turned 18, it was hard living alone, working somewhere that only paid for your rent and bills but never left you enough for food.

When you joined the Avengers, you instantly felt the difference here, food was always here and you never had to worry about not having enough. Everyone was accepting, especially Wanda.

The two of you got along quite quickly, she shared some interest you did and visa versa.

It was perfect, she always listened to you and reassured you that you always did your best, it was amazing being with Wanda. You felt safe around her and she always held you with so much love that it made you feel useful.

You loved her and each day spent with her, made you fall for the witch deeper, little did you know she did as well. She loved listening to you talk about your childhood, and how bravely you would overcome struggles.

She loved everything about you, from the way you would stick your tongue out when you couldn't get something right to little snorting that came out when you were very tired.

She adored you in secret and you did the same, you were always amazed by her powers, the way she would always find new ways to improve them or find out more about them. The way she would pay to every detail of every mission you told her.

The questioning that followed after, made your heart melt at how much she cared. She always wanted to be near you and hold you tight in her arms, this only worsen when the two of you have gotten together.

The dates would be amazing, she was really romantic and you would be hopelessly in love with everything she did for you. You would shower her with gifts and always be there for her whenever she had a rough night.

For some people being with one person for a long time is boring but for you it wasn't. You felt that you were always learning new things about Wanda, from the way she would tilt her head to the side slightly when you made a teasing comment.

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Sitting in a meeting full with your teammates and unable to contain your desires is the worse feeling. Your powers are similar to Wanda's but only with the telekinesis part, the rest you just have to reply on your fighting skills.

You looked over to Wanda who was opposite you, she was too focused on what the meeting was about, rather than looking at you. You looked down at the papers in front of you and smirked, as you gotten inside her head and spoke.

"Would you like to do this?" You asked as you showed her an image of Wanda being pressed against the wall and your face pressed against her core.

She looked at you as soon as that image disappeared with wide eyes "or this?" You showed her another image, a lot more filthier than the one before.

When she came out of it, you could sense the confusion and the lust coming off her "We are in the middle of a meeting!" Her voice found itself in your head.

You smirked slightly at her and spoke back "So?"

"So? How can you expect me to concentrate on what they are talking about"

The way your eyes darken as you looked at her lips "I don't, I want you to focus on me and the way you'll be a mess after"

Her head tilted to the side with a small smirk across her face as she looked away from you and at the person who was at the front. You looked around and no one even noticed that the two of you had a whole ass conversation in your head.

~~~~~

To the way she would hide her face in the crook of your neck when she was embarrassed.

~~~~~

It has been a month since Wanda went on a mission, she was suppose to come back today, they were on a stake out to watch a hydra base, it was a successful mission but the only drawback was the fact that she was away for so long.

You kept yourself occupied and that was mainly with missions that required a lot of brainstorming, so when you heard that Wanda was coming back, you decided to prepare something for her.

You prepared everything for a warm bath and even went out of the way to get her favourite chocolate that she always loves to eat, along with that, nice dinner so after she is done she can eat proper food.

You sent her a message saying to shower and meet you in the room the both of you accidently found, that practically no one visited, obviously there was a little note with your clothes that she always loved wearing.

She was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in your arms, but agreed to your message because it doesn't matter where she falls asleep as long as it is next to you she was more than happy.

When she walked in to all of the things you did for her, she was blooming with happiness, she held her hands close to her chest as a smile spread across her. She went through everything you listed in the note, and when she made it to the room, it was something she wouldn't expect.

You might not have been the best at showing your love but you learnt and tried your best, so you stood there with everything prepared for her and the way her heart would beat so fast just at the sight of you surrounded by the little lights.

She walked over to you as she took a proper look this time at the things inside, you smiled as you opened your arms for her and she took the hug without hesitation, she pulled away and without letting you say anything, she kissed you.

At the contact of your lips, a small moan escaped her mouth, causing you to raise your eyebrows at her and pulling away "Did you just... moan?"

Her cheeks turned a red colour so fast, she manged to giggle and hide her face in the crook of your neck "Shut up, it has been a month.."

You laughed and smiled as you tighten your embrace around her and allowed yourself to enjoy this.

~~~~~

But that all changed.. The day Vision was introduced to the team, he was connected to her by the stone the way you would never be connected, the way she would always spend her time with him instead of you.

The way she would listen to his story and never ask about yours, always avoiding you and your way of showing her your love, she would scold you for touching her, even if that was simply walking past her and your shoulders would brush.

It was difficult keeping this from the team, they loved you, like literally adored you, you always were the one to check up on everyone who went out on a mission. If anyone was injured even a little scratch you would always offer to help them in any way they want.

Everyone appreciated you and when they found out you found someone who claimed to love you in a different way they did... They were excited and happy for you, which meant they would always be up your business and Wanda's.

They grown to love Wanda as well, she was harmless and shy but you wouldn't want to be on her bad side, though some don't really care whether she was powerful, they would easily knock her out.

Today was movie night, the whole team sat on the huge couch Natasha on your left whilst your right side was empty, that would be Wanda's side, she wasn't here which didn't really concern you.

She was always late or sometimes didn't come but she promised to be here with you today, yet she wasn't coming. There was a gut feeling that something wasn't right yet you couldn't just walk out as Tony wanted to show you some things during this time so you stayed.

You tried your best to pay attention but it failed so when the movie was over, you stood up quickly and made your way to find Wanda, you rounded the corner and when you gotten closer to your shared bedroom, the noises only gotten louder you gulped as you opened the door carefully.

It was like a horror movie, you opening the door as if there would be a monster behind it, but this was much worse than any monster. If heartbreak had a sound, you would be definitely heard. You stood there taking in what is in front of you, Wanda and Vision in the bed you shared with Wanda before.

He was on top of her and she was a mess riddled with pleasure, it doesn't take any idiot to understand what they were doing, with so much pain in your heart, you walked out of that room and walked back to your room.

The stiffness in your walking was obvious that you was hurt, that's how anyone who knew you for a long time would know you were hurt. You knew this was the end of your relationship with Wanda..

The worse part is that this has happened before, not with Wanda but with someone else you dated, Wanda promised you that she would never do anything like that when you opened up to her.

You yet again failed your own promise, the promise that you would never let anyone in but yet that witch did something to you and you fell for her.

And here you are, sitting against the door as you muffle your sobs with your hands, you were so glad to have picked a room far away from the others so no one could hear you.

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You seemed to create a schedule to be out of the way of everyone, making sure no one saw you or even tried to bother you but you did clash with someone eventually and the way you would pretend, made no one question if you were hurt or not.

No one would notice, they just thought it was you being you. Good that you had a habit of avoiding people from time to time when things were overwhelming so no one questioned it.

You thought no one noticed your strange behaviour but you were wrong, Natasha did. She was a spy after all so analysing people was like walking, easy and smooth and she gotten so used to it she forgets she even does it.

She caught on the times you went to the gym where you would spend all of your day, you would avoid everyone including Wanda. You didn't even know she was on a mission for 6 months so your avoiding was pointless, she wouldn't even notice your absence.

You was in the gym, assaulting the punching bag as if it took everything away from you. You punched it with so much energy, you were kind of surprised it didn't come off the ceiling.

Natasha stood there, staring at you as you threw such powerful punches. It was odd how you looked so emotionless when you would practically made the bag look so weak. She did what she thought would make you talk, she walked over as she made herself known with her clearing her throat.

Your looked over your shoulder and relaxed when you noticed it was Natasha "Sorry, did you book today? I thought it was clear for today"

She shook her head as she walked closer towards you "No I didn’t, usually it’s empty..- Actually do you want to spar with me?"

You faced her now as you took a sip of your water and nodded, usually you would just be here alone and no one bothered you but since she was already here, you might as well, the two of you made it inside the ring and took your poses, she was rested and less of a mess than you, you was exhausted from no sleep and constant nightmares so you were no match for her.

With one move, you was down as she pinned you down and hovered above you, you tried with every strength in your body to move from her grip but you had no chance.

"What happened Y/n?" She asked with seriousness in her tone.

You tried your luck again to free yourself "Nothing"

"I can get Wanda to do this for me" She bluntly spoke as she watched your reaction.

Your eyes widen at her words "No, I don't want her here"

Natasha let you go as she sat down next to you but you just laid there, you knew she will question to why suddenly you don't want to be around the witch.

"Why?" Was the only word that came out from the Russian.

You shook your head as you tried to erase the embedded scene "No"

Natasha narrowed her eyes at you "What do you mean no? Why can't Wanda be here Y/n?"

You covered your face with your hand as you took a deep breath, feeling the tears form in your eyes "She cheated"

Natasha's eyes widen at your words, the feeling of range building up, she knew Wanda was suppose to go on a mission today so she will be able to catch her "With who?"

"Vision" You managed to choke out as sobs were threatening to spill out of your mouth.

Natasha felt so angry, the fact that Wanda was capable of doing something so horrible to you and she was so close to getting up and making sure that Wanda gets knocked into the next universe for what she did but when a sob came out of your mouth, she was quick to forget what she would do but quickly pulled herself near you and held you as you cried in her shoulder.

Natasha was your true friend but for Natasha you was more than a friend for her. She was deeply in love with you and when she heard that you are dating Wanda, she was heart broken. She started to slowly distance herself and hoped you would notice but Wanda was occupying your head for you to even notice Natasha missing, well at least that what the redhead thought.

She loved everything about you, from the way your eyes would sparkle at the mention of a new movie that was coming out to how you would drink too much and sing bunch of songs that didn't even make sense.

She loved you but you never felt the same even if she could swear to herself that you did feel something for her but she convinced herself she was just seeing things, she wanted to believe that you would fall for her the way she fell for you but that didn't happen so she had to live with herself and these feelings.

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She took you to your room so you could rest and made her way towards Wanda, she was in your old bedroom acting as if nothing happened, she didn't even care that you wasn't here, actually she was happy you didn't bother her.

Natasha marched inside as she could feel her anger boiling over, and when her gaze met Wanda's she couldn't control herself "What the fuck is wrong with you!"

The way Wanda's eyebrows raised as if she didn't know what the Russian was talking about "Are you okay Natasha?"

"You try to seem so innocent and shy but you are a fucking liar and the worst person in the planet!" Natasha raised her voice as she pointed towards Wanda.

She stood up as she looked at the spy with shock "What the hell are talking about!"

Natasha scoffed "Please, keep pretending but I know what you did with Vision"

The Sokovian's face fell as she heard those words "What do you know?"

The Russian rolled her eyes at the witch "How much you fucked up the only good thing you had in your pathetic life"

"You can't tell Y/n.."

The redheads eye's narrowed "She already knows.."

The gasp wasn't a shocked one but more of a surprised one, why didn't you say anything? She had to find out, so she did what was on her mind but Natasha moved in her direction.

"You won't disturb her, you will go on your mission and leave Y/n alone"

Just as Wanda was going to protest, she was alerted that she had to go, she was the only way this mission would be successful. She barged past Natasha as she left for the mission, in hopes that when she comes back, she will finally talk to you about the subject she should've voiced way before.

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The past 2 months have been hard on you, you tried to not drag Natasha into this but she was there regardless of your attempts. You even somehow ended up sleeping in her room because your nightmares have gotten worse, she reassured you that you were safe.

~~~~~

Natasha couldn't sleep, she decided to go through some work reports, hoping that will make her somehow sleepy and she would be able to finally get some rest.

Her eyes darted up at you and her expression softened at you and the way you was snoring, you passed out on the couch watching a movie so Natasha took you into her room and tucked you into her bed, she decided to grab bottle of water and some more files.

When she walked out, as if her present kept you at bay, your nightmares started to wake you up, the second they got heavy you jumped up so still as your eyes went wide, looking ahead of you slowly registering where you are.

Natasha walked through the door with everything but when she noticed the fear in your eyes, she rushed to you and at her touch you relaxed, the way her strong arms held you as you hugged into her, your breath steadied as Natasha rubbed your back in soothing motions.

Your head rested on her shoulder and wiped the fallen tear from your face, there was silence, for Natasha it was comfortable silence but for you it was embarrassing, she had to witness you in this state.

You unglued yourself from her as you covered your face "I'm sorry you had to witness that"

She shook her head as she gently grabbed your hands and pulled them away from your face "You have nothing to be sorry for, красивая (beautiful). This is a normal thing that people experience so don't be sorry"

You looked at her as tears filled your eyes and with a sad smile you spoke "Well then I'm glad it's you who is by my side through this"

Natasha smiled as she pulled you into a hug and the both of you decided to finally sleep, she was your safe haven from nightmares.

~~~~~

When she had her nightmares, you were there even if you were suffering.

~~~~~

Natasha went to bed earlier than usual and you not waking to disturb her as she slept so lightly, you decided to just go back to your room and try sleeping there.

Aside from your nightmares sometimes you was able to sleep through the night without constantly jumping, you tried to do something to occupy your mind, even ended up sitting by the window as you stared out in the stares just in hopes that it would make you sleepy.

You took a deep breath and walked towards the kitchen, you opened the fridge and took the cold water, taking a sip as shivers ran through your body, you turned around and started to walk towards your room again.

You stopped at Natasha's door, pressed your ear against it to listen. Maybe she was awake? but there was no movement so you sighed and slowly opened the door.

Making your way inside, as you see Natasha sitting in the middle of the bed, with her head resting on top her knees, she looked so small and fragile, you placed your water down and quickly made your way to her.

Your arms found themselves around her as she so easily fell into you, her face covered in trails of tears causing unsteady breathes to escape her mouth.

"It's okay Natty.. I'm here" You tried your best to reassure her as you whispered.

She loved your voice and each time it worked to calm her so she just nodded as she let her arms snake around you, gripping onto your shirt.

Your hand played with her hair as your free hand was placed firmly against her so you could tighten your embrace around her "I'm sorry"

You smiled sadly at her as she looked up at you when she spoke "There is nothing to apologise for, I am more than happy to be here for you"

She shook her head "This shouldn't be about me Y/n/n, you are the one with the most painful pain here"

You cupped her face as you stared into her eyes "You are just as important as my pain Natty.. Please don't say that"

A tear rolled down her face, you wiped it with your thumb and kissed her forehead and pulled her into you again "You are important Nat, don't tell yourself otherwise.."

No matter how much you wanted to break down from the pain in your heart, but you kept yourself together for her because in this moment she needs you and you were happy to do that...

~~~~~

Natasha never wanted anything back for what she did for you, she did it because she still very much loved you, she would even jump in front of a speeding car if you told her to, because being away from you pained her more than watching you fall in love with someone else.

After those 2 months you finally gotten a grip on your life, you started to heal and having someone near you only helped you heal faster, Wanda wasn't around but her walking microwave was, he would observe you and what you did.

So far for the past 4 months, you did pretty good, you seem to smile more often than at the start, you started to feel normal again and that was all because of Natasha, she stuck beside you at your worst and you wouldn't want it any other way.

Right now it was one of Tony's parties, you weren't so much in the mood for one but Natasha being here was more than motivating, so you attended.

Wearing one of the dresses you never had the chance to use, with some minimal make up, finally feeling good about yourself, so you made your way towards where the party was held. The first person you searched for in the crowd was Natasha and with ease you located her near the bar.

You made your way towards her as she slid over a drink that she prepared, you eyed the drink "How did you know what I like"

She shrugged as she sipped hers "I'm very observant"

You smiled widely as you took the drink and sipped on it as well, she was watching you, turning her body towards you "How are you?"

The tone she used wasn't something she used with everyone, you knew the meaning behind it "Definitely better now.. What about you?"

She shrugged once again as she looked down "I'm not sure actually"

You placed the drink as you grabbed her hand "It's okay to not know. You know you can talk to me, right?"

She looked up as her eyes locked with yours and she nodded bringing a smile upon your lips "Great, now drink that and let's go dance, before you turn into a grandma"

She raised her eyebrow "Grandma? Are you trying-"

"Sorry! I can't hear you, the music is too loud!" You shouted over her as she shook her head with a playful smile as she drank the rest of her drink.

You was already done with yours so as soon as she placed the glass down, the hand you held from earlier, you pulled towards the dance floor, feeling the burning sensation in your throat as alcohol made it's way into your blood.

Both of you danced for so long until you started to feel sober again, Natasha never left your side since she knew how you were when you drank, a little of alcohol made you so brave that she feared you might accidently punch someone.

You went to the bar alone, Natasha had clear sight of you but she was distracted with dancing as she waited for you. You knew this night was too good to be true, especially when you forgot that Wanda would be back today.

You didn't even notice the witch until she aggressively tapped your shoulder, making your head whip towards her and your eyes widen at her angry face.

"What do you think you're doing?" She questioned you as if you were suppose to be scared.

You rolled your eyes and ignored her as you continued to wait for your drink but she grabbed your shoulder and span you to face her, angering her more.

"What do you want?" You asked so unbothered by her presence.

"When did you start acting like a slut, Y/n?"

You raised your eyebrows at her, the way those words easily slipped out of her mouth "I'm acting like a slut? I am waiting for my drink and you are disturbing me"

She rolled her eyes, she felt her powers pumping inside her veins "You are the only person here, all over all those women"

You looked around to see what women she was talking about "What women? I was just dancing with Nata-" You paused "I don't have to explain myself to you, now leave me alone"

"Yes you do! You definitely need to tell me why you are all over Natasha? Are you sleeping with her?"

It was started to irritate you, she didn't care about you so many months ago and suddenly when things get better, she takes an interest, it's like her life goal is to destroy your happiness.

"You have to be joking right now.." You scoffed as you stared at her with so much disbelief across your face.

"Yes we sleep together, in the same bed! As she fucking helps me through my nightmares you gave me!" You poked her chest as you raised your voice at her.

"You think I will believe you? I seen the way you look at her Y/n-!"

You grabbed her hand as you showed her what you dream off, each night. Jumping up in fear and sweat as tears roll down your face and how each time those nightmares get worse, seeing how Wanda betrayed you over and over again and you were forced to see it, enduring more pain than it is healthy.

You let go of her hand as she finally looked at you but with a different emotion; guilt.

You scoffed as you walked away that's when Natasha noticed you was gone for too long, her gaze caught you walking away towards the elevators away from Wanda, she felt the anger in her raise but you were more important than dealing with Wanda.

You made your way towards the kitchen, as you wiped the runny make up down your face, using the reflecting bit of the coffee maker to see where the make up was ruined.

Suddenly a voice spoke up from behind you "How did you think that would end?"

It wasn't the voice you would expect to hear, you straighten yourself as you swiftly turned towards Vision "Are you as stupid as Wanda, I left to be left alone so why are you here?"

Your tone didn't faze him "Wanda never really loved you Y/n"

You rolled your eyes "Look you walking fridge, I don't give two shits what Wanda felt or not, I care about you leaving me the fuck alone before you regret it"

He stood there completely still, no emotions displayed "Did you think Wanda would love someone so simple, she has a connection with me through the mind stone but with you? Nothing"

You wanted to be angry but you knew this is why she left you, she had that connection with him that you could never understand, he laughed at your reaction "See, pathetic little girl who can't even get over the fact that she left"

"You never was enough. I am so much more better than you-" His sudden stop to his words, made you look up.

"If you don't leave this room, I swear the only thing that will be left is that stupid gem from your stupid head"

He raised his arms up as the gun was pointed at his head, Natasha might've drank a little too much, then again she doesn't exactly gets drunk, she is Russian and Russians are really hard to get drunk.

"Now leave" It was a demand that fell from the redheads mouth, he nodded and stepped out of the kitchen and left. He knew better than to start a war with the former assassin.

She placed her gun down as she rushed towards you and without a word just hugged you, you took a deep breath "Thank you.."

She pulled away slightly as she looked worryingly into your eyes "Whatever he said, it's not true-"

"Natty, there is no need to sugar coat it anymore" The smile that was spread across your lips wasn't as sad as it was before "She left me because I just wasn't what she wanted in the end, she might've left me in a horrible way but it's okay"

The Russian shook her head as she cupped your face with both of her hands as tears of her own dropped "You are just perfect, she made a horrible mistake"

You bought your hand to wipe her tears "Maybe, but that's her problem now and I couldn't be happier with where I am and who I am surrounded by"

She smiled as she pulled you into her, letting out a breath she was holding back, you always seem to have that effect on her whenever your face would be too close to hers.

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Another 6 months went by so quickly, and you seem to be closer to Natasha than before. She trained you and you in return showed her what fun tricks you can do with your mind.

She was amused by you but also annoyed each time she would place something and it suddenly it was gone. The team soon started to snoop around your business as they noticed Wanda no longer being all over you.

You told the team and they were more than understanding, respecting your wishes or else they would know what Natasha's fist tastes like.

You noticed how much you grew fond of the feeling for Natasha, you seen her in a whole different light and if you were honest you actually really liked it.

You could've promised yourself that you would never want to be with someone again but you knew that this is a whole lie and the more you spend your time with Natasha the stronger you felt towards her.

You could pinpoint the exact moment you realised that what you felt wasn't friendly but more romantic

~~~~~

You always loved cooking as a way to relax and that's what you were doing today, Natasha was against cooking, she wanted to do her reports but you managed to convince her with your famous cookies.

The mission the both of you attended was tense but not as hard as others so a little cooking couldn't hurt anyone, you looked at Natasha who just sat there as she leaned on her hands.

"You could help me instead of being a weirdo and just staring" You spoke as you eyed her from what you were doing.

She chuckled as she protested "I was told to accompany you not be your elf"

You raised your brows at her "Elf? it's not Christmas season just yet darling"

If you were silent enough you could've heard Natasha's heart skip a beat at the nickname you used, she just stared at you with a smile so you continued not realising her obvious staring "Plus elf's are cute and very useful so more your ass and help me if you want some of these cookies"

She rolled her eyes playfully as she made her way towards you, you handed her some ingredients to mix together as you did your part as well.

She stood there, mixing it as her muscles flexed catching your eye once or twice... or all the time. You tried your best to keep your focus on what you were doing and finally when she was finished, she pushed the bowl towards you without saying anything.

You looked at her and the smile that was spread across her lips was the most innocent smile anyone could witness. Sometimes Natasha manages to act like a child just to impress you and it did work most of the time.

You smirked as you took your finger and dipped it into the melted chocolate and with one swift motion you rubbed it onto her face, her mouth fell open as you started to giggle at her.

She frown at you but failed to act upset as your giggles made her smile, so she did what she thought was payback and took some of the chocolate as she rubbed it on your cheek.

You looked at her when you suddenly stopped laughing "Okay, okay, I deserved that"

You tried to wiped the chocolate away but she stopped you and looked into your eyes, the sense of innocence was gone "Let me get it for you"

When her face moved closed to your cheek, you froze and then you felt her tongue on your cheek as she licked off the chocolate she just wiped on you, when she moved away and hummed at the deliciousness, your eyes were slightly wider as you stared at her.

This feeling wasn't friendly and definitely not innocent

~~~~~

You was sitting next to Natasha on the couch, with your head on her shoulder as she scrolled down her phone to bunch of 10 second videos of cats. You planned to ask Natasha out for a walk later in the day to finally talk to her but the thought of planning what you were going to say to her was interrupted.

"Sorry Y/n, can I quickly talk to you?" Wanda spoke up as she stood couple feet away from the couch.

You felt Natasha tense which made you look at her and nod slightly to let her know it's okay, she relaxed and smiled at you but her narrowed eyes came back as soon as it landed on Wanda.

"Sure" You spoke with just one word as the two of you made your way towards the kitchen, far enough from Natasha's hearing range.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, I just wanted to apologise.."

You took a deep breath, thinking it will be one of those scenes where the ex begs to get back but she held her hand up as she spoke before you could "I'm not here to 'beg' you to come back to me, I just wanted to say that I am really sorry how things turned out"

"I had a lot of time to think about what you showed me and I didn't realise the pain I had in flicked on you by doing what I did. It was a mistake with how I handled it and I am sorry"

You took a deep breath, this is all you wanted from her and in the end she finally understood her wrong "Like I said, I'm not here to beg you because I did fall out of love with you and nothing has changed since that time but I just wanted to say I'm sorry Y/n"

You would be lying if you said it didn't hurt, because you used to love her with your whole being but at the same time, you didn't love her like that anymore, someone else owned your heart and you were more than happy to gift it to them.

You nodded with a smile across your lips "I know Wanda, Thank you for this"

She nodded as she looked past you at Natasha "I'm just glad you were able to fall in love again.."

You looked where she was looking and smiled widely to yourself as you whispered "I know.."

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You dragged Natasha along with you by her hand, she wanted to stay inside as it was cold but of course to managed to convince her, she of course said she would blame you if she gotten sick and you promised to be there for her if she was.

You pulled her towards this tall bridge that had a little pond beneath it, it was covered in ice which was more beautiful, the way the lights would light up the darkness and that's exactly how you felt with Natasha.

You stood in the middle of the bridge, smiling widely as Natasha's cheeks were slightly pink "Why are you smiling so much?"

The smile across of your lips never left as you answered her "Because Tasha! Look around it's beautiful"

She kept her gaze on you as you looked around "I agree with you" she didn't care about anything else but you in this moment admiring the beautiful of the world whilst her world stood right in front of her.

"Well why are we here?" She asked curious to why you wanted to drag her out here.

You took a deep breath and finally looked into her emerald eyes, taking in her warm hand "I brought you here so I can tell you something important-"

She whined "You could've told me in the warmth of my bedroom"

You rolled your eyes "No, no I could not have"

"Fine, okay.. Tell me" She sighed with a small smile.

"Natasha, where do I start... You have changed so much in my life and I really hope this will change a lot of things for good"

She looked confused at you as her heart started to beat fast in her chest and you continued "I never thought I could get over what has happened but you made it so much more easier which is what made me fall in love with you"

"You have been nothing but amazing to me and I regret not seeing how strongly I feel about you. Because of you Tasha, I am whole again and-"

Before you could continue, Natasha pulled your face into hers as she smashed her lips against yours, the way her lips moved against yours made you feel so loved and happy.

She pulled away with the biggest smile as she pressed her forehead against yours "I had always loved you медовый (honey) and I would've done anything you told me even if that meant staying away"

You sighed at her words "I don't want you to stay away"

Natasha smiled with so much love "Good, I couldn't even if I wanted to"

You pulled her in for a kiss but before actually kissing her you whispered "I love you too Natty" and finally allowed yourself to kiss Natasha with the same love as she was giving you.

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