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sturnioloskyline · 2 months

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I have a request. Btw that story was really good.🫶🏼

How about Matt asking reader if she wants to go bike riding with him she usually loves to spend as much time with him as possible but she oddly doesn’t want to because she can’t ride a bike so Matt ends up comforting her and teaching how to ride.🤭

training wheels

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: language, kissing, fluff

summary: matt wants nothing but to take you on a bike ride around boston, the only issue is that you’ve never ridden a bike before.

thank you for the request anon!

matt had been talking about this moment since he had first started dating y/n. it was something he had always wanted to do with a partner, and he couldn't have been more excited that person was her.

and of course, she was excited too. y/n absolutely loved spending quality time with matt, it was one of their main ways of showing love to each other. so when matt brought up the idea, y/n just couldn't say no.

matt was visiting boston with y/n for the first time, and he wanted to take y/n on a bike ride around the area he grew up. when he was younger, he and his brothers used to always ride their bikes on this trail near their house that led through a park in the city with a beautiful view. it was an incredibly cute and sentimental plan, and y/n immediately agreed to it.

there was only one problem: y/n had no idea how to ride a bike. she never had anyone to teach her, so it was just never a part of her childhood. she didn't want to tell matt, though, because he had talked extensively about how bike-riding was the one of the most nostalgic activities ever. she was embarrassed to admit that she never partook in the activity, so she just avoided mentioning it. besides, six-year-olds could do it, so how hard could it be?

matt rolled out two bikes from his parents' garage out into the driveway. he pushed one of them towards y/n, who hesitated before grabbing the handles. she flashed matt a quick smile.

"ready?" matt asked, slinging a leg over the seat of his bicycle. he turned his head back to look at y/n, who struggled to mount herself on the bike.

"yup, just give me a — woah!" y/n yelped as she lost balance, her bike toppling over from under her. luckily, she stumbled off without falling, but was left disoriented. matt immediately got off his bike and approached y/n, placing his hands on her hips and looking down at her.

"holy shit, are you okay?" matt chuckled, helping y/n regain her balance. y/n clutched onto matt's arms to gain stability.

"yeah i just..." y/n bit the inside of her cheek, thinking, her gaze trailing down to her feet. she definitely didn't feel comfortable getting back on the bike now. matt's face fell a bit, noticing y/n's worried expression.

"what's wrong babe?" matt asked more softly, pulling away from y/n a bit to look at her face.

"i just..." y/n trailed off, looking up at matt. the concerned expression on his face only made her feel more guilty, so she decided to just tell matt the truth. "i don't know how to ride a bike."

matt stayed silent, only making y/n's heart beat faster with anxiety. she couldn't read his thoughts, and that worried her. she tore her eyes off matt's and looked back down at the ground.

until she heard a snort. she looked up to see matt biting his lip with a smirk. he broke out into laughter when he saw his girlfriend look up at him, only causing her to start giggling as well.

"matt, are you laughing at me?" she asked playfully, swatting matt's arm.

"no! no, i'm not laughing at you! i think it's really cute that you..." matt was cut off by his own giggles. "...don't know how to ride a bike."

y/n blushed and stepped back, rolling her eyes. "yeah, sure, whatever."

matt sighed and pulled y/n back towards him, this time pulling her into a hug. "why didn't you tell me before?"

"i don't know. but i really, really wanna go on this bike ride with you, matt. i didn't want to hold us back because i don't know how to ride a fucking bike," y/n sighed. "plus... i guess i was kind of embarrassed. i mean, you talk about riding your bike with nick and chris all the time and i just never did that as a kid. no one ever taught me."

matt pulled back from the hug, his eyes lighting up as he met y/n’s gaze. "i can teach you!"

"are you sure? i'm not very good at this kinda stuff. and i don't want to fall," y/n mumbled, looking over at the toppled bike on the driveway.

"it'll be fine," matt comforted, leaning down to place a sweet peck on y/n's lips. "i won't let anything happen to you, i promise."

matt kept to his promise, spending the next 30 minutes teaching y/n the basics of how to ride a bike. she ended up being pretty good for a beginner, and confident enough to bike slowly and casually to the park with matt on a bike beside her, talking her through it all the way.

the bike ride was peaceful. matt and y/n maintained sweet small talk as bird around them flew from tree to tree, chirping as they went. the view was also comforting, the trees’ leaves all red orange and yellow due to the autumn weather. the more they rode their bikes, the more y/n became comfortable with looking around her to admire the nature around and matt’s smiling face.

when they reached the park, matt rested both of their bikes against a tree before pulling his girlfriend into an embrace.

"you did it, let's go!" matt exclaimed, lifting his girlfriend off the ground and spinning her around, causing him to lose his balance and send both of them tumbling onto the grass.

"matt!" y/n squealed, giggling on the ground and laying down on her back to catch her breath. matt propped himself up beside her, hovering over her and reaching to tuck a few stray pieces of her hair behind her ear.

"so, how do you like riding bikes now?" matt asked, grinning down at y/n.

"love it." y/n smiled back, admiring her boyfriend's handsome features above her.

"i love you," matt confessed, leaning down to softly kiss y/n.

"i love you too," y/n murmured into the kiss, pulling matt down to lay beside her. the two of them layed contently on the grass together for hours, watching the sunset as they mumbled sweet nothings in between soft kisses.

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author's note: first request!! thanks again anon. short and sweet 🤭. i spilled my baja blast all over me when writing this. (matt + clairo makes my heart full)

#sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #x reader

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plutoispurplw · 2 months

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Cardigan PT2

Summary: Spencer is feeling guilty and reader is nervous about the pregnancy.

Couple: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Spencer being a bad boyfriend, mention of miscarriage (not the actual baby), pregnancy nausea.

A/N: appreciate this and plss reblog

note: English is not my first language and I'm accepting requests!

The days passed. The team tried to reach out to you, to talk about what happened but you didn't answer except when Penelope called you.

She was the only one who knew about your pregnancy, she probably would be worried about you and the baby so you decide to answer.

"Hi Y/N, what are you doing?" Her voice sounded animated, it felt warm and made you comfortable to talk, she was the person you could talk to right now.

"Doing laundry at my friend's house, I need to do something to keep my mind clear."

"Dear I know you don't wanna talk about him but have you told him about the baby?" Her voice was empathetic, you know she was worried about your mental health and you hiding your pregnancy from him.

For a moment you felt your eyes start to crystallize, the wound was still new and it hurt. "I couldn't, how could I if he had been acting weird for the past months?"

"You're gonna come back?" She asks you again, her voice sounding more sentimental and nostalgic. You didn't wanna leave her too like Derek had to.

"I still don't know but we're gonna still be friends so don't worry, you can't escape from me." You try to comfort her with your words but you still feel like it doesn't work, you decide to send her a photo of the ultrasound where the baby was a little visible.

When she saw the photo she nearly yelled with enthusiasm. "She or he looks so cute already, I can't wait to buy baby clothes and toys."

"Me too."

Two weeks later you came back to the BAU office, and everyone looked surprised to see you there, you supposed that they already knew about the fight and that you left the apartment but not the reason why.

When Spencer saw you he looked guilty, you could notice small changes in him because, after all, you're the one who has been waking up by his side for almost three years.

The dark bags under his eyes were more noticeable and his expression looked like he hadn't been sleeping well all these days. His hair looks a little more messy. The guilt was eating him alive

Jennifer couldn't look at you when she saw you she walked to another place in the office, you decided to try to be the most civilized you could with them but it was hard.

How could she listen to you talking about Spencer being less affectionate with you and acting more distant while she knew the reason?

The only reason why you haven't yelled at her was because she had been supporting you after you had a miscarriage, she hugged you telling you that she knew how you felt. She comforts you

That's what hurt you the most, that they decided to lie to you in the face, that they acted like nothing was happening and yes, they never had an affair but the feeling was there, the stares, the internal jokes, everything. She loved him after all these years and he maybe loved her too.

You couldn't bear that thought.

You only talked to Spencer when was necessary in the cases, there was always a certain tension in the air when you both talked. The anger maybe or the sadness, maybe a mix of both.

You thought many times about finally telling him about your pregnancy. When you were pregnant the first time and you told him he cried, he was so happy about knowing he was gonna have a child and that he was gonna be a father.

He promises you to never be like his father and always take of both of you. He took care of you like you were a porcelain doll that could break if the air was strong.

When the miscarriage happened he stayed with you in the hospital, holding you while you cried. He was the reason why you got up from the bed even on the worst days.

In another case you were throwing up in the bathroom, the pregnancy nausea was the worst thing you ever had experience and the worst part was trying to hide it from the team.

When you got out of the bathroom Spencer was there and he looked concerned about you. "Are you feeling well? You have been throwing up these last days."

"Yes, I'm just feeling bad because of something I ate." You try to convince him but you can see in his eyes that he didn't believe a word of what you said.

"I wanna talk to you about something, after this case, you wanna go to the apartment to talk? You don't have to come back but I need to talk with you." He sounded nervous, it was the first time he looked you in the eyes after everything.

Surprisingly you decide to go accept. "It would be okay." Maybe you could listen to whatever he says, it wouldn’t hurt, wouldn’t it?

It was time to tell him the truth, for the sake of the baby and your mental health, you live worried about having a miscarriage again. Sometimes you fall asleep after crying for the baby.

After the case ended and everyone was back again in Quantico, you decided to go to Spencer's apartment, your apartment.

When you knock on the door you hear things moving inside and footsteps, after a moment Spencer opens the door. "Hi Y/N" He gave you a small smile, the most precious smile you ever seen.

"Hi, Spencer." You try to make your voice more gentle and you smile at him too. You cover your belly with your bag, just trying to cover your pregnancy for a couple of minutes more.

He moved to the side and let you pass, the apartment looked clean, and you noticed something on the coffee table of the living room, there was a gift bag of your favorite color. When you saw it Spencer took the bag and moved it to the bedroom, maybe it wasn't for you.

You walk towards the couch and sit on it, Spencer sits on the opposite side. The silence was awkward, you were playing with your bracelet waiting for him to talk.

"I'm sorry" When you turned to look at him you found him looking at you, his eyes were filled with affection again, it was like before.

"I'm sorry for being for distant from you, you didn't deserve it, I was an idiot for treating you like that and making you have questions all the time." His voice sounds regretful, his eyes stay on yours. "I'm not gonna ask you to forgive me if you can't, if you want you can stay in the apartment and I move out, you don't have to worry about anything."

You felt tears running down your cheeks, this was the end? If it was you decide to ask him the only question you want an answer "You love Jennifer?"

He stayed quiet and you thought the worst when you tried to get up he stopped you. "No, I don't love her, I was confused about my feelings for her but right now I promise you that I don't love her."

He got closer to you and wiped your treacherous tears from your cheeks, he cupped your face with gentle hands, hands that caressed your skin like it was silk. "I love you, you're the love of my life and If you wanna stay with me I do whatever you want, I can stop being her friend, we can move to another state, whatever you want."

You started to cried harder, you felt his arms involving your body like a warm blanket. Your face was hiding on his chest, pouring your tears on his shirt. You felt at peace right now but deep inside the sadness was still there, haunting you like a ghost.

He then tried to kiss you but you pulled away from him. He look at you confused waiting for you to say something. "I still don't know if I can forgive you Spencer. I'm still very hurt by everything and I feel like if I take a decision right now I would be rushing everything." Your voice was apologetic even if you didn't do anything wrong here, but still you felt guilty.

He gave you a slightly nod, a silent way of telling that it was fine. "It's okay, you don't have to take a decision right now, I will wait." He look regretful, you could see right through him and all you see was him feeling like he didn't deserve your forgiveness, a part of you felt like this too.

All the next week Spencer had been avoiding you and you also notice that he wasn't longer talking with Jennifer, just if it was necessary for the cases. On the weekend you were back in his apartment to take dinner with him that was more like talking and telling him about the baby.

While you were having dinner, you could't keep the secret anymore from him.

"Spencer, I'm pregnant." You whisper to him, he stop moving for a moment after hearing those words falling from your lips, the unbearable pressure on you was gone, it was lifted from your chest letting you breathe freely after a a long time.

When his genius brain started working again he got up from the chair and walked towards you, he pulled you from the chair too, his arms embraced you in a blink, his face hiding on your neck.

You feel how your body was being crushed in the most loving way in the world.

He pulled you from his embrace enough to see your face, he couldn't believe it. "How long have you know about the pregnancy?" His words were serious but you still could feel the happiness from knowing that he was gonna be a father.

"Since almost three months ago, before it happen all of this." His expression become remorseful, the happiness that he had gotten only moments ago was gone again like the waves of the ocean.

He then stopped hugging you and left the room for a moment, and minutes later he was back with the gift from earlier, and he handed it to you like it was fragile. "Open it, it's a gift for you."

When you open it you found a vinyl from your favorite artist and a pearl bush tone cardigan that had sewn stars of a gray tone. You took the cardigan from the bag and tried on your body, it was a little big for your body but you didn't mind.

"You think you can give me second chance?" He whisper against your hair, voice that sounded hopeful for your forgiveness.

You still were conflicted by everything but you know he was your baby's father, you would always be linked to him. A invisible string was tying you to him.

So you said the words that your mind keep telling you to wait more before speaking them. "I give you second chance."

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sadlynotthevoid · 20 days

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Once I had this dream about a modern lcf AU where Lily was like 13~14yo and somehow got involved into an otome-novel-ish type of drama. What I mean is: some girl at school was going around acting like she was such a sweetheart and making others believe Lily was a mean rich girl who bullies her.

She was very sad because a lot of people, including some friends, actually fell for it and treated her as if she was a villain. More and more people avoided her and frowned when they saw her. People who she used to play and chat now talked bad about her. And only a few close friends seemed to believe in her and treat her kindly.

She's brave and bold, but she feels really lonely right now.

And she didn't know how to tell her family. She hasn't heard that any of them had had such a problem before. What if they don't understand? (What if they don't believe her?)

One day, Cale (the original one) entered into her room while she was crying after a bad day. His brain's alarms started to sound. Whom the fuck hurt his little sister? She's a good kid who only wants to train with swords and eat sweets.

So he sat next to her and comforted her, softly humming a song. It felt so nostalgic (though she's not sure why) that Lily ended up spilling out everything. He promised things were going to get better. Then proceeded to distraught her with a gift and a promise to sparr with her.

It was Friday at that moment. On Monday, Lily went back to school just to find out everyone acting strange. Not bad, just strange.

When she asked, her classmates explained that the troublesome girl's mother had carried her from house in house to confess the truth during the weekend. She and her mother were at the headmaster's office at the moment.

Only some people apologized, but no one kept treating her like a bad omen.

Lily didn't know how, but she was sure that Cale was somehow behind this.

Other points about the dream:

-Lily and Cale got close after this. He takes her to and from school quite often. They spar together when Cale is at home or Lily tries new things with him.

-Probably because of the reason above, I remember a scene of them ice skating at an ice rink. They seemed to like it, so hc that it becomes an usual activity for them.

-They take Bassen out for a break when he seems too meddle into his studies. Then the three of them end up sitting at an ice cream shop or a coffee shop, dumming around and ocassionally getting tutoring from Cale.

-I think Cale was on his last year of college here, but he also had a business. I think it was a fashion business but I'm not sure. I don't know why he was taking college classes when he already had a sucessful business, he's weird like that. Probably because he was bored.

-Rok Soo was his roommate. I mean it like platonic roommates, not the vine. Cale somehow convinced him to work at his company after college.

-Ohn and Lily became friends after this.

-The rest of the Henituse family didn't find out about the incident until months later. They freak out a bit before Lily tell them that Cale already solved it. And Bassen is like "yeah, that tracks", which turns into an explanation about his own past bullying situation. Which leads to them connecting the dots. They freak out.

-Cale is walking between classes when he gets a call from Deruth. Half of the campus could heard the "CaLE hENiTuSE, did you sabotage yourself to help Bassen?!". And the "WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?! YOU COULD HAD BEEN HURT!". A few seconds later, it was the whole campus that heard the "AN ACT? IT WAS ALL AN ACT?!".

-Thanks to the people who were near enough to listen to Cale's replies, now the whole campus labeled him of eccentric genius. The general consensus is that he's a good person, too.

-The acting class teacher kept running after Cale, trying to get him into his class after he heard Deruth's last scream. He tries harder after he overhears Cale saying "what? Like it was difficult. You guys are just easy to fool" when his childhood friends asked. Amiru is between the best students, she's definitely not easy to fool.

#lcf #og cale henituse #original cale henituse #og!cale henituse #lily henituse #bassen henituse #deruth henituse #the image of the acting teacher pestering og!cale to become an actor live rent free in my head #fic ideas #lily henituse is precious and must be cherished

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thelunarfairy · 3 months

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I love your way of writing, if it's not too much to ask, could you write a romantic moment Hanene?

Of course, well, it was longer than it should have been, but I hope you like it ^^

I made this in a short time, so I hope it turned out well XD Sorry

I put some music in case you want to read while listening to it.

There may be some spelling errors and changes in pronouns because I translate the text from my language to English, I corrected them, but there may be some that I didn't notice.

Enjoy your reading.

Let’s start with a remarkable sunny November afternoon.

The intense sigh marked itself on the window glass like a grayish blur. As the golden eyes wandered around looking for something that was ailing him, oh, all those people outside having fun, running around, full of smiles and silly conversations that couldn't be heard from so far away. Sitting on the window sill of the women's bathroom, the ghost boy sighed his sorrows in silence, perhaps he was curious, perhaps envious, or who knows, nostalgic, what could those silent eyes tell us? He quickly grew tired of them, and finally looked up to watch the sun say goodbye, the refreshing breeze he heard as he watched the orange clouds take the sun with them, made him sigh again. He was waiting for her, he wanted to contemplate the arrival of his longtime companion.

"Are you waiting for the moon to come out?" - Nene carefully removes her apron while looking unpretentiously at the squeegees.

"She always comes"

"It's not like she had a choice not to come, right?" - Nene laughs at her own joke, but within seconds the laugh is suffocated by the lack of response from the boy at the window.

"What's wrong Hanako-kun? You've been quiet all day today."

Hanako's gaze lifted within seconds, as if he realized he had let on more than he should have. Then, he smiled without thinking twice.

"Oh, Yashiro, I ask you, why have I hardly heard any complaints from you today?"

"Isn't it better this way?" - She closes her eyes on impulse as she slightly turns her face to the side.

"Eh, it's boring, what's the problem?"

"Why are you using my question against me? You didn't answer me"

For a moment he swallowed hard, he rose from the sill and floated.

"You know, I was just thinking about life"

"But you're dead"

He quickly smiled and whispered to himself

"That is the problem"

"What did you say?" - Nene was curious, the sad look reflected again on that face slightly hidden beneath the dark hair.

She sighed indiscreetly, like a great wordless grumble, a complaint for an unsolvable problem.

"Hanako-kun, could you meet me on the roof?"

"Um? I thought you were going home."

"I will, but I need to do something important with you"

"Oh, you can't do anything without me, can you, I feel flattered" - he smiled as he floated around himself, doing a few light turns.

"Just wait for me there, I'll be back later"

Nene left and took with her the smile that was forcibly stretched across Hanako's face. The restless and lying smile that used to be his friend in inopportune moments, was not enough in happy moments, they had to come in sadness, to ease an invisible pain, which only he felt. Ah, it was tiring and so heavy that his feet rested on the floor, silence had returned to the house, it echoed on those red walls that were darkening as the sun said goodbye. The darkness was slowly hugging him…. But he had no problem, Hanako always hugged her back. …. The corridors were becoming empty, the footsteps were barely heard, one or the other was still standing in the distance, the lights were going out, many goodbyes and promises of reunions the next day, while Hanako slowly walked to the roof, which strangely seemed so far away now. Sometimes he would repeat the path for lack of anything to do, sometimes on purpose, just to walk endlessly through those corridors, in the hope that they would take him somewhere, but he had nowhere else to go. At least now he had one more reason. Before, he insisted on going there every day to contemplate the presence of an old friend. He used to tell the moon his deepest secrets, and he told her because she was great at keeping them. Was there anyone else more trustworthy than her? Oh, you can hear the laugh he would give if he heard us talk about this, and he would argue, there is no one more trustworthy than her. Who are we to doubt such an obstinate ghost. Questions began to arise in that young head beneath the hat, what did she want, and why so late after school? Before he allowed himself to dream, he thought about melodramatic love letters that Nene received by mistake, or about imaginable flirtations that she created in her head. See, the ghost boy thinking of thousands of different jokes to laugh at her when she tells him about some handsome boy who won her over quite easily. The laugh he gave coincided with his arrival on the roof, raising his head to greet his old friend who was watching him from the skies.

With his hands in his pockets, he waited patiently while he talked something to the moon, oh, yes, a secret, I couldn't hear it, it was a private conversation. Even though it was long, his eyes did not reflect happiness, but a melancholy that seemed to be rooted in those eyes. These, who turned slowly when he heard the voice of the girl who had invited him to the roof.

"Sorry for the delay, for a moment I thought I wouldn't be able to come" - she said, panting as she placed a large fabric bag with large straps on the floor.

She was different.

His gaze swept over her slowly, as if he had discovered a new work of art, from the emerald sandals perfectly fitted to those small feet, the bare ankles and legs up to the knees, slightly covered by the aqua green fabric. This one, which swayed slightly in harmony with the night breeze. Even her face, tired, red and slightly sweaty, she really tried hard to get there on time. Her labored breathing gave away the little run she took until she arrived. Standing up again, and leaving the support of her knees, she completely exposed the aqua green dress, which showed off the sleeves with white polka dots.

"Wow, you really are the color of a radish" - he said, smiling awkwardly.

"Radishes aren't green! They're white!"

"With green foliage - he continued - that explains why your hair reminds me so much of radishes"

"Hanako-kun! I'm going to go away and pretend none of this happened"

She filled up with air to the point of turning red, her arms crossed in disapproval making Hanako laugh. She wouldn't forgive him, not when she bought a new dress, but… She slowly lost the wrinkle between her eyebrows, which showed an old irritation that gradually dissipated when she noticed the ghost boy had a new palette of colors on his face. The blush that revealed his real feeling, it seems he didn't notice, he was too busy laughing at the very jokes he had been thinking about for the last few hours.

"Hanako-kun"

"Sorry, sorry… Ahem, so what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Well… it's just…."

Hanako yearned for that answer, how could he not? The eyes that danced from side to side to find comfort, the hands that clenched the hem of the dress, the red face. Was she nervous?

"You promised me!"

"I promised?" - genuinely curious eyes roam the skies trying to find answers, memories of a supposed promise.

"I promised what Yashiro?"

"You… didn't promise but… you asked me to go to the cinema"

He swallows, eyes duly bulging to show his astonishment.

"You remember, don't you Hanako-kun?"

"Ah…. that"

"It was you, you were Amane, you always were from the beginning…when we were in that fake world…"

Silence became a third companion, or should I say, silence of words, the breeze continued to whisper, almost like an intrusion into that temporarily non-existent conversation.

"I can't leave school Yashiro"

The eyes hid below the brim of the hat, the hands came together to generate some comfort. That melancholy air in the window had returned.

"Well, you don't need to go anywhere, I…"

His gaze lifted again, waiting for the rest of the answer. It didn't come through words. Nene took the liberty to finally show why she brought that big fabric bag that seemed to suffer so much to keep everything inside it. Soon, everything began to take shape while Hanako turned cherry red. The whimsy, the subtlety, watching her try to place the fabric on the floor without the wind disturbing her, or placing each item of the bag to form a new cozy place. He could see her light and slightly greenish hair dance in rhythm with the wind, she was so obstinate in keeping a small puff in the right position, that she didn't notice the ribbon untying and slowly saying goodbye to those hair. Ah, Hanako wished it would become that ribbon, which would slowly fall as it ran along her body. A forbidden desire, which came without permission, and which passed when he saw her quickly get up to show the finished work, Nene turned to him with open arms and excited, as if she wanted to embrace the world.

"Ta-dah!"

"That…"

Coziness, a small place on the roof covered in the purest nectar of innocence. Happiness permeating her smile, proud of having created that small place, covered in dark bluish fabrics, which remained quiet even with the intrusion of the night breeze, the two small puffs positioned next to each other, and in the center, of course, a bucket of popcorn.

"I brought the cinema!"

His eyes watered a little, not so much that she noticed, and not so little that it didn't happen. For a moment, he forgot how to use the words, they were gone, they wouldn't come out.

"Ah, I almost forgot" - the smile accompanied her as she searched the bag, now relieved that it was almost empty, when she got up, she showed him another smaller bag.

"They're your favorites, aren't they?"

Her smile almost made him tear up, how could he know how to deal with such a new experience, so genuinely unprecedented that he didn't know how to keep his heartbeat in rhythm, he who previously didn't know how to speak, has now unlearned how to smile.

"I… I could only bring my tablet, it's not a big movie screen, but for both of us it's enough, isn't it? Here, get some donuts, I'll put the tablet in its place"

She handed him the bag as she sat down to prop up the tablet. It happened so quickly, when he noticed he was already sitting next to her watching a mysterious film about hamsters in a war in space. Hanako remained in painfully interminable silence. Rhetoric of lovers, give me an exact and poetic comparison to say what those eyes of Hanako were like, while he observed every detail of that skin, that face, that hair that insisted on dancing with the night wind. How much he wanted to finger those hairs endlessly until his fingers fell off. How much he wished to be trapped eternally in that embrace he wanted to tie himself to. How much he wanted her scent to impregnate him so he could never forget it. A feeling so intensely strong that they were tied to each other without even noticing, a genuinely desired hug, hearts beating fast, oh, what were they supposed to do now everything was hot, even the popcorn and donuts until then untouched. The sky looked inviting that night, and even though Hanako tried to look at it countless times in search of words, he couldn't find anything other than genuine happiness, his breathing was labored, his face was painted red, the movie was ending. What should he say? The stars did not respond. The anxiety was born when the credits rolled, when he imagined that Nene would move away from the hug to turn off the tablet, but instead, she remained motionless, and he only heard her melodious voice.

"I could wish we could stay like this forever"

Anxiety became torment, turned into sadness, Hanako's lips no longer had room for a smile.

"I'm sorry - he tightens the hug, as if he was afraid that she would vaporize at any moment - I…."

"Hanako-kun…"

"I can't give you… I can't give you what you want, I can't introduce you to my parents, I can't get married and have children with you, I can't… I can't be the person I wanted to be… I can't even take you to the movies…"

The hidden eyes, before so bright, Nene couldn't see them, Hanako was hugging her tightly while he hid his face in her shoulder.

"I…."

The sound of silence returned, Nene's panting made him anxious, the fear of the answer, his heart racing at the thought of the impossible.

"I chose you Hanako-kun…."

….

"I chose you, Amane"

His eyes slowly lifted, meeting hers, so shyly that it seemed like sin, the trapped words that were expressed through those golden eyes, brought him closer and closer. Tied in a long hug, now looking fixedly at each other, their breathing mixing, hearts beating together in the same rhythm, Hanako's whisper as he got so close to her lips

"Yashiro… I… I love…

"What are you guys doing?!"

The high-pitched, irritating voice broke the moment into small pieces within seconds.

"Mi… Mitsuba-Kun?" - Nene screams in response.

"Are you guys on a date? Gross."

"Who's on a date?" - a similar voice came from behind Mitsuba.

"Ah… Tsukasa…." - Hanako sighs.

Hanako and Nene look at each other for a moment, and intense laughter is heard between them.

"What's wrong with these two? I'm not going to stay here to find out, let's go Tsukasa-kun" - Mitsuba pulls him by the arm.

"But why?"

"Come on, I'll take you to play Katanuki"

The voices became more distant and distant. Hanako and Nene sigh almost in a shared way. Silence returned again.

"..... Hanako-kun?"

He smiled sideways, showing his mischievous eyes, which now hide a truth that was almost said, ah, it's sad. The truth through words did not come, but in its place the genuine proof of love and desire he could demonstrate. The meeting of lovers, the meeting of lips, a smile here and there between this infinite kiss that he wanted to make a loop so that it would never end.

Ah, the moon knew what his desire was at that moment. Hanako's desire, the desire to be the living boy who would be by her side, who would give her everything she wanted most… little did he know that he was her greatest desire.

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nicolesainz · 4 months

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Under the mistletoe, watching the fire glow (MM7)

Mason Mount x f!reader

Summary: You and Mason have been ride or dies since day 1. Spent every holiday together and sometimes even being each others gifts when separated. This Christmas, Santa will gift Mason something dreamy but definitely something he had been wishing for ages.

Author's note: I haven't written about Mason in quite some time and something festive will definitely lighten up the spirts. Hope you enjoy!

"It's definitely more chilly up here than in London." Y/n says, hugging herself tighter around the warm jacket Mason gave her. It is the first Christmas that she and Mason will spent apart. His family will drive to Manchester and she will be in London with hers. No family meet ups like the old days.

"I told you so. Now let's go inside before you catch a cold and then I hate myself for making you sick during Christmas." He took her hand and led both of them inside his warm house.

Mason's entire front and back yard was decorated with beautiful multicolored lights and small fake gifts with golden ribbons inside many of Santa's sleighs. The inside though was even more majestic. He wanted to make this christmas feel more like the ones in London so he borrowed a few decorations from his mother's house. A classic Santa doll that wishes you 'merry christmas' every time one opens the door, many fairy lights around the ceiling, a sparkling tree full of small stars, red, white, blue and green ornaments.

"Winter Wonderland is nothing compared to this, Mase." Y/n sits and admires the beauty of his house, whilst Mason admires Y/n's beauty from afar.

"Always an ass kisser, Y/n. But thank you" Mason says teasingly, earning a light shove from an equally giggling Y/n.

"It's true, your house looks wonderful. Just like your mother's during this time of the year."

"I was feeling nostalgic, I am not gonna lie, so I asked Lewis to send me some of mum's stuff. I asked her first and she was pleased that I would eventually decorate."

"Why? Were you not planning on decorating?"

"Nah, not really. I was not very in the mood but I didn't want to be a Grinch either so I asked Marcus and Luke to help me out with the lights. The rest I did it by myself followed by some music."

Mason didn't want to admit that he hated being away from his family and her. One of the things he regretted with his transfer was having to move from London to Manchester. Leaving behind 24 years, full of memories and heartfelt moments.

Leaving Y/n behind hurt him even more than it hurt her. As he was driving to his new home back in August, he was crying the entire time. He wished things were better for him at Chelsea so he wouldn't have to turn upside down his entire life.

"I could have helped you. I am one call away Mase. I will always be available, whenever you need me." She goes close to him and pulls him into a tight hug. Mason lets out a deep sigh and kisses the top of her head softly, thankful that she is in his life since day one.

As he is caressing her head, he looks up, just to notice a mistletoe with a note hanging alongside it. Mason squeezes his eyes to look more clearly at what the note is saying.

'Kiss her for the love of god' - L & M

Marcus and Luke knew how Mason truly felt about Y/n, the moment she unexpectedly showed up at Mason's first game with Manchester United. Once he realised she was in the crowd, his eyes sparked with happiness and was more than thankful that Ten Hag put him in the starting squad.

Mason had blurted out that he loved her during warn up, catching both of his teammates off guard. He had always loved her, just not romantically. He had to lose her from his side to realise that she was the one that kept his heart steady every time.

Every time Mason was heartbroken she would be the first to rush to his side in order to console him. Take care of him. Remind him that no matter what, she would never give up on him. For her, he was simply Mason. The sweet boy next door who became her lifelong partner after he has just moved from Portsmouth.

He was a 20 year old boy who back in 2020 was called up to represent his country in the Euros and then would jump and scream around the house as if he was 5 year old being given candy for the first time. He wasn't Mason Mount, the handsome, skillful footballer, wealthy and arrogant as most of the media presented him.

"You are the best thing in my life, Y/n. I seriously don't know what I would do if it wasn't for you. I wouldn't trade you for anything." Mason said with such ease but those words were tightening Y/n's chest. She had been madly in love with him since forever. Even when he was covered in mud, or missing a tooth from football practice, he was still making her heart beat faster than anyone else on the planet.

"Don't tell your parents but I am thankful that they moved from Portsmouth to London next to my house. Ever since we met my life has been better. And I would risk everything for you." And that's what made Mason feel guilty.

The fact that she had risked relationships, jobs, friendships, just to keep Mason in her life. No matter the cost her choice was always him. It was too late when he noticed that most of his girlfriends were taking him away from her, but she wouldn't say anything so not to interfere in his love life.

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"If you seriously don't kiss her the next time, I will kidnap her and drag her all the way to Manchester and force you to do so. You're missing on a big chance, mate!" Declan threatened over the phone with Lauren screaming that she agrees from behind.

"What if she's not feeling the same? I will look like the biggest loser on the planet. She will laugh at my face."

"Did you seriously think that THE Y/n, would ever laugh in your face? That woman straight up rejected Conor's flirting and stood him up on a date just because you had a fight with Chloe and after two hours you made up again."

"Are you and Ben in sync? He told me the same thing!"

"Because we were all there when she turned Conor down. Whoever you ask, Luke, Phil, Ben, Jack, they will tell you the same thing. Why do you never listen?"

“She’s just been here my entire life and I would hate myself if I ruined the special bond we have just because I let my emotions get the better of me” Mason takes into his hands a picture with the three of them back when him and Declan were at the Chelsea academy and Y/n had attended their game, taking a picture with the winners.

Y/n may have had both her arms around the two boy’s necks but her looks were solely focused on a long haired, sweaty and full blown red Mason. She was shorter than the two of them and yet that didn’t stop her from looking up to the man she loved.

“Ugh, I really hate that I have to do this, and if she finds out she will kill me but, Y/n confessed to me that she’s been in love with you a long time ago.” Declan says and Mason goes silent.

What does he mean by “a long time ago”?

“How long ago? And why was it only you?”

“Don’t hate me, but back in high school, when you were about to be loaned at Vitesse, she came at my house crying rivers and confessed that she’s been in love with you forever but refuses to tell you or make a move because she’s afraid of interfering in your life and messing with your head.” Mason was shocked to hear this statement from Declan.

He was just told that the girl of his dreams, who was quietly sitting away from all his previous relationships, been forced to remove herself from his life because of insecure girlfriends, was in love with him.

“I’m such an idiot. I’ve been hurting her for such a long time and yet she remained beside me through thick and thin.” There was an intense tightening once again in Mason’s heart, with the realization that he wasted all those years in girls that only seemed to seek him for his fame, money and good looks, instead of being with a woman who loved him when he had ‘nothing’ and was a little boy from Portsmouth with a big dream.

“I think now it’s also time to tell you that you practically ‘married’ her back when we were 9, so you’re not totally missing out” that comment made both Mason and Declan laugh hysterically and after a few moments they hung up.

It was time for Mason to make things right. No matter the cost.

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On Christmas Day the whole Mount family was gathered around a table, eating and enjoying their time, with the kids brightening up their day as always. Mason was sitting next to Summer who clearly wasn’t getting the entirety of her favorite uncle’s attention.

“Is everything okay uncle Masey?” The little girl asked whilst grabbing onto Mason’s hand, whilst the other was occupied by flinging with an envelope.

“Yes my darling. I’m sorry I haven’t asked you, how’s dinner? Enjoying my cooking skills?” He raised playfully an eyebrow, knowing that he wouldn’t be mad even if she answered negatively.

“I really like it! But maybe aunt’s Y/N a bit more” Summer said with a huge smile on her face. That kid was onto something, Mason said to himself.

“I’ll tell her you said that baby. I’m sure she’ll be very pleased to hear that.” Mason caressed her soft head and picked her up and placed her on his lap.

“Why isn’t she today with us? She’s usually eating here every time.”

He really didn’t that reminder today but how could’ve Summer known. She’s just a kid.

“She’s with her family back in London. She really wished she could make it but it’s very difficult.” Once more where he regretted the distance.

“So what’s that on your hand?” Summer was pointing at the envelope in between Mason’s fingers.

“It’s my letter to Santa. I was a nice boy this year so I think I deserve a gift, don’t you think?”

“I think that if Santa brought me a brand new dollhouse than he will bring what you want too!” She was clapping in confidence.

“I hope you’re right Summer. I’m counting on it!”

“What did you ask for?”

Mason sighed and replied “Your aunt Y/n. She’s been my only wish this year.”

“I’m sure Santa will bring her here with his sleigh before he goes back to Lapland.”

Mason giggled with Summer’s comment and before he could pick up the glass of wine, the doorbell rang.

That was quite unexpected.

“Are you waiting for anyone dear?” His mother Debbie asked.

“Uh, none that I think of” he walks up to the door, opens it and in front of his eyes, Y/n is revealed, carrying a bunch of bags with candy and gifts for everyone but most importantly a massive, beautiful smile plastered on her face.

Mason picked her up, despite the weight from everything she was carrying and held her firmly inside his arms, refusing to let go. He was over the moon.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re here! How-uh,when, what?” He was at a loss of words. Very thankful she was in Manchester but questioning as to why she’s not in London with her family.

“Wait, first of all, Merry Christmas everyone. I couldn’t spend this holiday without seeing my favorite family or bringing any gifts.” She said to the entirety of the table, whilst everyone was coming to greet her.

Summer ran into her grasp and hugged her as tight as she could with her little arms. Y/n picked the young girl up and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Did Santa bring you here with his sleigh?”

“Well in fact yes he did Summer. Hence why I’m carrying all those gifts!” She played along with the whole Santa act.

“Uncle Masey, your wish did come true. See? She’s here! You can be with auntie now!” The little girl screamed at her uncle and Mason’s face turned instantly red. He was caught red handed.

“What wish?” Y/n looks at the both of them confused and baffled.

“Uncle Masey said that his only wish this year was you. And Santa did grant it!”

Y/n couldn’t tell whether Summer had misinterpreted what Mason had probably said or was in fact saying 100% what he mentioned before.

“Baby, would you mind, leaving us alone for a couple of minutes? I need to speak to your auntie” Mason asked softly and Summer nodded.

“Of course. Go play with your toy.”

Mason took Y/n’s hand and led the both of them to the living room away from the noises of the Christmas table.

“There are a few things I need to say and please be patient but first, why are you here?” He needed to know why she drove all the way to Manchester. Why she was sacrificing time with her family?

“I am in love with you Mason. It took me 24 years to say it because that’s how long I’ve loved you. I never once experienced this feeling with any other man and no one could ever make me feel special or appreciated like you did. I was saving money to travel to the Netherlands just to see you play and then fly back to England the same day. I always lied when I said I was staying at a motel. It didn’t matter than you were in love with someone else, as long as you were, that was making me more than happy even though it pained me to see that I couldn’t be the one from who you were receiving the love.”

If Mason threw out there the whole ‘marriage’ thing Declan said to him, he would take the both of them away to a chapel and marry her in the blink of an eye. That’s how much he loved her. Instead of scaring her away by remembering something that happened all those years ago, he limited himself.

“I don’t know why it took this transfer to realize that the only person in my life that I truly want to be next to me, is you. In all my girlfriends I was looking for traits that only you had and yet I couldn’t find them. Because none of them could compare to you. You are unique and irreplaceable. That’s why I love you. It had always been you and yet I was too blind to realize and see for myself. Y/n it broke my heart to pieces when I was moving my stuff from London to Manchester and I was crying all the way up here. I didn’t want to celebrate Christmas because it would be the first that I wasn’t going to spend with you. You are all I need”

Mason felt a weight being lifted off of him after this confession. Now, not only was Y/n full blown red as well, but also crying with his statement. Her heart was beating so fast and was filled with excitement after what Mason had just confessed.

“Are you willing to fight all odds, beat the distance and be my girlfriend? I promise to take care of you no matter the cost. I promise to give you all the love that I should’ve given you years ago. I promise to appreciate you every second of the day. Only if you let me.” Mason took her hands into his, tangling them up, playing with the promise ring he gave her and was always wearing.

“I am more than willing! I was always ready and I want to love you unconditionally Mason. I want to give you all my love. Yes, I want to be your girlfriend!” She jumps into his arms and Mason closes entirely the gap between them by finally kissing her under the mistletoe. A kiss full of love and pure affection.

“I think by default, this is the best Christmas ever!” Mason says, laughing his heart out.

“You forget the Christmas back when we were 9, when we got ‘married’. Nothing tops that!” Y/n fired back and kisses Mason once more.

“Never say never baby.”

#mason mount x you #mason mount one shot #mason mount fanfic #mason mount fluff #mason mount

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azrielslightintheshadows · 5 months

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Shadows and tears

So this is a series about Azriel and reader. English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes. I hope you like it!

Summary: Reader is a tortured soul who barely escaped the brutality of the Illyrian camps finding shelter in the Day Court. Her identity was well hidden until she caught the attention of the Night Court’s Shadowsinger. Will the mating bond be enough for their love to settle in?

Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse and trauma

You don't need a tissue box.....yet

Masterlist

Prologue , Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

Chapter 3

Three sisters for three brothers

After a long bath to clear your mind, you decided that you had enough of sulking around, you needed to get out of the house even if it meant you were going alone. You started tracing your hands all over the dresses Mor gifted you trying to find the perfect one, the dresses were scandalous, but they didn’t shock you, living in Illyrian camps where the warriors and the women most of the time wore outfits that left almost nothing to the imagination you were used to it. You chose a low-cut midnight black dress that showed off your cleavage, your back was bare, and it reached mid-thigh. You pulled your hair in a high ponytail and wore matching midnight black heels. You stared at the mirror, you didn’t mind the scars you had, after one year in the day court they had faded and you only felt stronger now, wearing your scars like a true fighter. You thought of Helion and how he helped you see the scars this way and felt nostalgic, by this time you and him would be sitting on the balcony staring at the city with two glasses of wine. You shook those thoughts away when someone knocked on your door. “Come in” you shouted expecting to see Rhysand, but it was Mor who walked in wearing a similar dress to yours but red. “The house hinted me that you were planning to go get some drinks. Now I can’t say that I’m not a little hurt that you didn’t invite me but anyway would you like some company?” She said with a smirk “Yes I would like that, I just didn’t want to pull anyone of you from your schedules” you replied staring at your feet “nonsense we have to get to know you baby” she winked.

You two walked in the main room heading for the door, when you saw Azriel with that girl sitting on the couch laughing. You noticed how domestic and comfortable they looked, him staring at her eyes with a smile, his hand on the back of the couch behind her and her laughing leaning towards him. What you didn’t expect was that Azriel’s shadows weren’t there around him. He must be so comfortable that he doesn’t need them. You thought. They realized someone had walked in and turned to look at you. You could swear that Azriel took a sharp breath when he saw you, staring at your figure and the way the dress hugged your body.

“We are going out” was all that Mor said offering a tight annoyed smile and she grabbed your hand leading you outside. After you exited the wards, she winnowed you right outside of a place called Rita’s or at least that’s what the sign read.

“What was that?” you asked referring to her annoyance at the couple hoping you weren’t prying.

“Azriel and Elain…. Even though Rhysand ordered Az to stay away he doesn’t.” she replied with a scoff.

“But why?” you were utterly confused.

“Elain is Feyre’s older sister, and she has a mate that is not Azriel. I have so much to tell you, you don’t know anything about us” she replied and excitedly walked you both inside.

After way too many drinks and stories about everyone in the Inner Circle you were in tears some of them caused by sadness after Rhysand’s and Feyre’s story and others from laughter by the whole circus that is called warlord or Cassian or Cassie which was way too funny since he is literally a giant. The reference to the males as bat boys sent you into a fit of laughter and hiccups as you felt your head turning.

“Okay baby you had enough let’s get you back to the house” Mor said laughing. You decided that Mor could be a very good friend of yours and for the first time you felt sad about returning to the day court. Mor winnowed you back to the house and lead you to your room. “Goodnight baby” she said and left. You turned to walk into your room, but your shadows caught your attention they were trying to lead you somewhere so in your drunk state you decided to follow them tripping over your own feet, you managed to reach the balcony in way more time than you would soberly do and there he stood, Azriel in all his glory wearing his Illyrian leathers the moonlight falling on his sharp features, wings tightly tucked behind him staring the city. You know his shadows have already informed him about your arrival, but he doesn’t seem to bother as he keeps his cool stance, only turning his head slightly towards you. You moved beside him grabbing the rail. You stared at the view, the city was alive, laughter ringed in your ears, Sidra has never looked so good, illuminating the city lights and the figures of the people walking by, the moon was shining bright, decorated by the beautiful background of countless stars creating an almost purple colour around the sky. This scene could have jumped out of a painting, you could swear that it will probably be your favourite view, as you imagined this city being your home. You glanced at Azriel’s scarred hands gripping the rail tightly and maybe the alcohol took over but before you could stop yourself you took one of his hands, caressing his scarred skin with your thumb. He tensed and now you had his full attention, those hazel eyes staring deep into your own and his shadows hesitantly rising to cover his hand.

“Never hide your scars Azriel, they show the world that we are fighters” You muttered using your other hand to point at your own scars. His gaze darkened as he stared at the places you pointed to, his eyes lifted and softened when he captured your own in a tense eye contact.

“Who did this to you?” he growled.

“We all have our monsters” you replied and then pointed at his hands with your glance, “who did this to you?” you copied him.

“We all have our monsters” he smirked. You scoffed but he didn’t miss the amusement in your eyes earning a teasing smile. You wondered why he never smiles, he is indeed a stunning male but when he smiles? He looks like something made from an artist’s imagination.

“I wonder what I did to deserve to meet you… sometimes I think the cauldron is playing me” he replied taking a step back, his eyes never leaving yours.

“What do you mean?” you sent him a questioning look.

“I never thought I would meet someone who can understand the pain I’ve been through” he replied and took a seat on the ground his back resting on the wall behind him, his wings relaxed. You followed him taking a seat beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. Your own wings bumping into his but it didn’t bother either of you.

“Show me your monsters shadow singer” you breathed. “I can’t” he paused “they will haunt you forever”. “Will it make a difference? Mine already do” you replied with a sad smile. You felt him tense. “If I could, I would slaughter each one of them”

“How come you’re so open to me today?” you asked curiously.

“You won’t remember anything tomorrow angel” he replied with a chuckle knowing how drunk you are. Your lack of reply made him turn to look at you, he smiled noticing that you were fast asleep on his shoulder. He selfishly wanted to stay there all night but when he felt you shiver from the cold, he picked you in his arms and walked to your room. After taking off your heels and covering you with your duvet he left the room walking into his own, straight into the bathroom splashing cold water on his face. No this can’t be right. Three sisters for three brothers that must be it. He thought as he got ready for bed.

Three sisters for three brothers.

#acotar #acotar series #azriel #azriel acotar #azriel angst #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #azriel x reader #feyre archeron #rhysand

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konigsblog · 1 year

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"earl grey, please."

- ghost x f!reader (ongoing story)

you and ghost had been childhood best friends who separated after highschool, but one day at your café you meet once again.

warnings: angst, brief mention of simons dad (not detailed)

masterlist

chapter one, second time meeting you.

the sounds of blenders, customers and kettles going off filled your ears, you worked at a café called, "thanks-a-latte" it was a stupid name. you came up with it when you were 18, fresh out of highschool after failing most of your exams. something to cry about at the time but looking back you weren't all that upset now.

a customer infront snapped you out of your thoughts. "earl grey, please." a gruff voice spoke, you couldn't help but notice the balaclava he was wearing, most of the time people wore those whilst stealing. "uh- yea, can i get y-you anything else?" you stuttered, because of slight fear and the fact that you weren't paying attention before. "ham and cheese croissant." the throaty voice spoke, this time with a calmer undertone to it "for here or to go?" "for here."

as you were preparing his earl grey, a nostalgic feeling came to you. was it the voice? a thick manchester accent did sound familiar to you, but you lived in manchester, so why wouldn't it be familiar? "ham and cheese croissant and your flat white, sir!"

you watched as the man lifted his balaclava to take a sip of his drink, he pulled a phone out and started texting? was he meeting someone? why did you care so much? you should be paying attention to your job. but, you still couldn't guide yourself to stop looking at this man, you probably looked like a creep.

a man with a mohawk walked, throwing a wave and a smile to the man as he walked up to you. "hm, macchiato and a brownie, please!' his scottish accent was clear through his cheerful voice. "sure, for here or to go?" you asked, and just as you thought, a couple minutes later he was with that familiar man.

what was it that you couldn't shake off? whilst taking orders you couldn't help but think, a old friend? and thats when it hit you, that specific voice, the coarseness of it and how rough it was reminded you of a old friend. simon.

but when you turned back all you saw was an empty table with empty cups. sighing at your stupidness, you went back to making this woman her latte.

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you laid awake on your bed, "1:57am" read back on the clock as you glanced over at it. a wave of regret and sadness formed in your eyes. it wasn't like he was a customer who came often, that could've been a sign from god to go speak to your childhood best friend, and you blew it away because you couldn't remember him.

"simon, what the hell?!" both of you laughed, you picked up a snowball and threw it. it hit him directly in the nose, you doubled over, laughing at his face. this went on for another hour. throwing snowballs at eachother. it maybe have seemed stupid for two 16 year olds to be playing in the snow, but why did you care? you were with your best friend, that was all that matters.

you always brought simon over to your house, knowing what his dad was like you wanted to show him what a real family is, what it should be like. your mum poured you both a hot chocolate, scolding you both for being immature enough to catch a cold. she treated simon as her own, like her own son. made sure he was sure that he didn't want to stay over or making sure he didn't go hungry. you cleaned up his bruises and scratches that he endured and gave him the love he should've received.

tears started forming in your eyes, you remember the day he told you he would be joining the army. you knew that you couldn't stop him, it was his life, if he wanted to do that he should go forward but you couldn't help the weeping and tears rolling down your cheek as you waved him goodbye that one day in june.

"[name], i need to talk to you." your ears perked at his voice, you loved his voice, the roughness of it was somehow comforting. "yeah, what's up?" smiling at him, "i'm gonna be joining the SAS." pushing back the "what ifs" you smiled at him again, "oh." your voice broke, not knowing what to say. "are you sure?" you asked, trying to distract him from the wetness of your eyes. "yes, i'm gonna be leaving in june." it was may, "love, please don't cry." shit, he noticed. he pulled you in for a hug, his scent, he smelt like a forest, earthy. "i don't want you to die, please be safe when you go." you dampened his shirt. "i'll try, darling."

although you and simon never entered a relationship with eachother, you would be ready to drop anyone just for him.

but atleast you know he's alive?

*****

end of chapter one, im not sure if you guys are gonna want this series but ill try post the next chapters soon!

#call of duty modern warfare #cod x reader #ghost headcanon #modern warefare ii #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #cod x y/n #simon riley smut #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #cod ghost #ghost cod #ghost mwii #ghost simon riley #ghost fanfiction #reader x ghost #simon ghost riley x reader

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eriquin · 10 months

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Time Travel AU

So I've been posting snippets from this, but it's still in need of a name. But it's also pretty long at this point so I figured I might as well post some chapters and see what people think.

(all parts post)

Summary

Steve Harrington goes to sleep sometime after the apocalypse and wakes up in October of 1983. He remembers what's going to happen. No one else does.

Part 1:

Steve was definitely dreaming.

The dream went like this. He woke up in his bedroom at home when he had gone to sleep at the Henderson house with half of the party. He woke up and the sky outside was cloudy but not raining ash. He woke up alone, instead of next to Robin or Dustin or someone who had curled up next to him for warmth or protection from nightmares. He woke up feeling rested and alert and with a clear head and no ringing in his ears. He woke up and listened and there was someone moving around downstairs.

His bat wasn’t next to the bed, or under it, so he grabbed a trophy off the shelf and flipped it around so that he could use the stone base as a weapon. He stopped to listen at the top step and recognized the voices. Somehow, his parents had come home.

He kept the trophy in his hand and crept down the stairs to find his mom cooking breakfast and his dad reading the paper at the kitchen island. They both looked as surprised to see him as he was to see them.

“Uh. Hi?” he said with a little wave. He still had the trophy in his hand and he set it down on the kitchen counter.

“Good morning,” Mom said. “I didn’t expect to see you up so early on a Sunday.”

Dad chuckled and got up to pour himself another cup of coffee. “Something must’ve startled him. He came downstairs and his hair isn’t perfect.” Steve’s hands automatically went to his head to pat his hair into place.

Mom tutted at Dad as she turned back to the stove to flip some pancakes over. “Like you’re one to talk, David.”

They were both dressed for the weekend, slacks and sweaters and polos. His mom’s hair was curly and pinned up, and his dad’s beard was trimmed short. Neither of the styles were the ones they’d been sporting the last time they’d been home, but there was something nostalgically familiar about it all. “Uh. What time is it, anyway?”

“Only nine, honey,” Mom said. She got out a small stack of plates and set them on the table. “It is nice to see you before noon, though. Just think! You can actually have some pancakes while they’re hot instead of microwaving them when you get up.” She put three pancakes from her stack on one of the plates and held it out to him.

He knew his confusion was showing on his face as he crossed the kitchen to take the plate from her. His parents just looked amused at it all. He brought the plate to the counter next across from where his dad had been sitting, but immediately had to get back up for a fork and knife.

Dad poured a second cup of coffee and brought both it and his own back to the counter, setting the fresh one down next to his plate. “Seems like you’re starting to need this to get started,” he said with a chuckle. “Really settling into your old age, eh son?”

“Thanks, yeah,” he said. He pulled the bottle of maple syrup close and caught his reflection in the bottle. He looked different. His hair was mussed but significantly shorter, and the redness around his neck was missing. He rubbed at it as he stared at himself. There was no hint of the healing abrasions. He ran his hand over the places on his face where he knew he had scars and they were also gone.

His dad laughed again. “He gets that from you,” he said to Mom, gesturing at the way Steve was examining himself.

Mom glanced over at what he was doing and grinned. “Well, he got my good looks, so I don’t blame him.” She put the spatula down and came over to take the bottle out of his hands. “You look fine, sweetheart,” she said, smoothing his hair down. “Got a big date tonight or something?”

“Uh, no?” he said quickly. “I wouldn’t... I mean, what?”

“This is why he sleeps until noon, you know,” Dad said. “His body is moving but his brain hasn’t woken up yet.”

“He gets that from you.” Mom went over to the microwave and pulled out a covered plate. “Here, you two might as well start on the bacon while I finish the pancakes. You’d better leave me some this time, or else you’re making your own damn pancakes next weekend.”

Steve stared at the plate. Mom used to make pancakes and bacon every Sunday that she was home when he was still in school. She’d fry up half a pound of bacon for the three of them and then hide it in the microwave until the pancakes were done. He snagged a piece of it and ate it with his fingers. It was still warm. The memory struck him as something from ages past, but it couldn’t even have been a year since the last time this happened.

“Hey Dad,” he said, leaning across the counter. “Can I see the paper real quick?”

“Want to check the funnies?” Dad asked. But he folded it closed and slid it across to him.

Steve just took a quick look at the date under the headline. It said October 16, 1983. He felt his stomach drop and he stared at it for a minute, slowly chewing the bacon in his mouth. The saltiness of it was grounding him in a reassuring way, but he still felt like the world was spinning a bit.

He didn’t hear the next thing his parents said, but when he looked up they were both quietly staring at him. He tried to think of something to say that would make sense of it all, but his mind was a complete blank. He slowly pushed the paper back towards his dad.

“You suddenly become concerned with what Reagan’s up to, Steve?” his dad asked with a light chuckle. He picked up the paper and folded it.

His mom looked more concerned. She stacked the finished pancakes onto the plate and shut the burner off. “Honey, are you feeling all right?” she asked as she wiped her hands off on her apron. “You look pale.”

He tried to come up with a good excuse but his mind was still whirling. He thought back to falling asleep and waking up somewhere new, but everything was still vividly real. Mom came over and pressed the back of her cool hand to his forehead. He leaned into it without thinking, shutting his eyes and soaking up the attention. Other than the complete disbelief in his environment, he felt completely fine. That was the weirdest part. Nothing actually hurt. He had no aching joints or healing bruises or buzzing in his ears or lingering headaches.

He felt exactly like he had before everything to do with the Upside Down had started. Just like it was October of ‘83.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, pushing his mom’s hand away. “Really, I’m okay.” His mind was reeling more than a little. If this was a dream, then it was a nice one. Nothing nightmarish had happened yet. And if it wasn’t a dream, then he was really back before everything had started. Maybe all the run-ins with the Upside Down were the real nightmare. He tried to think back to what had been going on in the weeks before Will’s disappearance. It was his junior year. There was no looming threat of college applications. Basketball tryouts had just happened, and he was on the team but not captain. There weren’t any games for weeks. His parents were planning a long trip in November. They were a little worried about leaving him home alone for a week, which in hindsight was appropriate.

“Are you sure, Steven?” Mom asked. She brushed a wild strand of hair out of his face and patted his cheek.

“Don’t baby him, Rebecca,” Dad said. “If something was wrong, he’d tell us.”

Mom took a step back towards the stove. “If he’s sick now, he’s actually sick,” she said. “He wouldn’t fake it on a Sunday.”

“Unless he’s one step ahead of you on that,” Dad said. His eyes twinkled a little and he winked at Steve over the lip of his coffee cup. “Counting on you remembering how off he was today so that when he wakes up tomorrow feeling just awful you won’t send him to school.”

“It’s not that,” Steve protested. He pulled the sugar bowl and creamer closer so he could load up his coffee the way he liked it. “I just woke up weird. Think I had a nightmare.”

His dad hummed and shook his head at the amount of sugar Steve was spooning into his coffee. “And this nightmare involved the news somehow?”

“No, I was just double-checking the date,” Steve said. “I dreamt that you guys had left on your trip already and something happened to the house while you were gone.”

Mom let out a scandalized gasp. “Don’t say that! You’ll jinx it.”

“She’s nervous enough leaving you home for a week,” Dad added. He still looked amused.

“No, it’s fine. Really, it’s fine.” Steve took another sip of his coffee and cleared his throat. “Completely unrelated, where are the fire extinguishers?”

This got Mom to gasp again and drop her spatula. When she turned to see Steve and Dad grinning at her, she snatched the kitchen towel off of its hook and swatted at them. It made them burst out laughing. “I can’t believe what I put up with in this family,” she muttered. “After I cooked you all this nice breakfast and everything.”

“Sorry! I’m sorry,” Steve said, holding up his hands in defeat but still giggling. “I promise I’m not going to burn the house down.”

“Or do any other kind of damage!” Mom said. She threw the kitchen towel at his head and missed. “You promise?”

“I promise!”

“Good.” She flipped the next batch of pancakes. “Eat up and then go get ready for the day. Since you’re up, you can help me go grocery shopping.”

#time travel #in need of a name #and probably editing #my writing #stranger things #steddie

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beelmons · 1 year

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This blurb is an aftermath of love comes in moments, a very angsty fic I wrote, hehe. Dedicated to the biggest cheerleader of the story @cassiemartzz

Bad days for Spencer were not when he wasn't able to recognize his own friends, no, on the contrary, he dreaded the days when his mind was so clear he could picture every cursed decision he had ever made, like being forced to watch a movie of his own sorrow, and the director was himself.

On a good day, he'd wake up slightly foggy, brain gone enough to not recall, but present enough to relearn. He would sit for hours reading about everything and anything he could get his hands on, taking strolls by the garden, and trying to beat himself at chess.

He enjoyed the breeze on his face as he moved his queen two spaces to the right, the benches were comfortable, although a bit nostalgic, since years before he'd sit the exact same way with a loved one, to talk about nothing.

"Sir, someone's here to see you." the slim figure of a facility nurse interrupted his concentrantion.

He looked up in a rush, examining the features of the young man that nervously stood next to her. He looked oddly familiar, but then he always had that sensation about people that came to visit.

"Hi, Dr. Reid" he simply waved his hand in an awkward gesture "We spoke on the phone a week ago? My auntie Penelope told me it was okay to come today."

"Right," he lied, he didn't remember, but he tried not to be dismissive, so he offered a seat for his visitor across the chess board "what can I do you for?"

The man couldn't be over 30, slim, yet toned at his body. He bounced like a puppy receiving a new toy as he sat down, and he pulled a bunch of papers from the bag he carried on his side.

"I'm a Supervisory Special Agent with the FBI; I just started at the BAU last year, and I'm writing a thesis on the psychology behind cypher linguistics. I would love to hear about some of the cyphers you tracked during your career." the kid explained.

Reid was in awe at the admiration the youngling showed. Never did he realize the impact he could have in the younger generations, even when he had dedicated a good part of his life to teaching.

"Pretty young to be joining the BAU, congratulations." he offered a smile.

"Well, it's nothing impressive." the nameless man said "You joined at 22."

The older doctor's eyes narrowed, and he let out an embarrassed chuckle. "You seem to know me pretty well"

"Well, you were kind of a celebrity in my house growing up. I always wondered why my mother never took us to meet you." the guy admitted. He stared in confusion for a second, noticing in Reid's expression that he wasn't quite following the conversation. "My mother? She was an old partner of yours back in her agent days."

The kid rummaged through his bag in search for something, and after a couple of seconds he slipped a printed picture across the board. Reid had to bite back a smile as he examined it. The very first picture you had taken together, on his birthday, with your head on his shoulder, and the stupid blue hat that would haunt him until his last breath.

"She, uhm," he swallowed back a nervous knot "talked about me?" Reid asked.

"All the time." the young man smiled, and it was so painfully obvious that he was your son, how didn't he see it right away? He had your glorious, beaming smile "And if it wasn't her, I would hear millions of stories from auntie Penelope and auntie Emily, even my uncle Aaron. My cousin Michael and I could sit for hours listening to them, you were like super heroes to us."

For once, Reid welcomed the clarity of his memory with love. Perhaps, when it came, he focused on the wrong parts of his life. After all, every decision he had ever made, someway or another, would lead him to you, or at least a part of you.

"So, you want to study cyphers?" the doctor continued, and the man in front of him beamed at the words.

"Actually, if possible, I would like to take you out for dinner to discuss it. I know a pretty good indian place, and they are open all night if the chat gets too interesting."

He was physically uncapable of holding back his smile any longer. You were present in every aspect of that young man, the history of you was plastered on his personality.

"Ms. Garcia is the legal guardian, so she would have to be here to allow the temporary exit of Dr. Reid." the nurse clarified.

"She's actually on her way, should arrive in about 15 minutes." the young man explained.

The nurse excused herself to start the paperwork needed for the event. He was as polite as you were to service workers, the mannerisms in the way he talked, even the way he stood. He couldn't lie to himself, relief washed over him once he knew you hadn't forgotten him, that you still carried a part of him on you, and you had passed that down.

Perhaps, after all these years, you no longer loved him, but certainly the print of his presence was still vivid in this fine young man, the one you had raised to be the hero the two of you once were.

"15 minutes is a lot of time. You play?" Reid asked pointing at the board.

"Since I was 5." the youngster bragged.

They arranged the pieces and the match began. It had been a while since he'd felt his brain so stimulated. The man could see four, five moves ahead, and your son could always keep up. At last, the ever experienced Dr. Reid ended up as the victor, earning a groan from the younger man.

"It was a really good game, thank you, uhm..." the doctor began to say, struggling to remember how to address the boy "Sorry, kid, I'm afraid I don't know your name yet."

"Oh, right!" he said with a smile "My name is Spencer."

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #i'll tage the rest tomorrow #for now a mimir #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fan fic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid/reader #spencer reid/reader smut #blurb: spencer #blurb: criminal minds #blurb: mine

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Fate Cannot Be Changed

What happens if the strongest mafia known to be the coldest man alive gets arranged married with a sweet hearted woman? Can the innocent Yn change Gojo Satoru, biggest mafia in Yakuta? Maybe or maybe not..-

Mafia Gojo Saturo x Yn

(Part - 3)

Yn's POV

I did not realise when I feel asleep, but waking up I met a quiet house. Gojo left. Grabbing my phone the first thing I realised was that I got the first ever message from Gojo.

Gojo : get ready by 7 we will go to my parents house.

My head was filled with who the people was and who was Nora. My head was filled with thousands of thoughts so the day passed away quickly. I could just do the house chores and nothing else. Soon as I sat to have my evening tea the clock caught my attention. It was 6:30. Shit. I have 30 minutes to bath and get ready. By the time I was done with bathing and touching up my makeup, I was left with 5 minutes. I hastily wore the first dress that was in my closet. It was from my mother. It was a long black silk dress. It had a lot of memories. Before I could get all nostalgic I heard the a knock on my bedroom door. When did Gojo come. Opening it I saw Gojo, in his tuxedo. He looks extra tall. Oh gosh his legs and his biceps. Snap out if it Yn. I reminded myself that I am just a tool for Gojo. I simply nodded and approached him. "Let's go". The drive was mostly silent. And it was me who always spoke. "We are staying there tonight" Gojo announced. Shit. I wore this dress which is.. well nice but for sleeping I don't think is the best.

It was deadly quite, so as a good wife I tried to break. "You look nice" I said looking at him for a clue that he liked my compliment. He did look nice but specifically hot. Those veins popping out while one of his hand resting on the steering wheel . God I am falling it has not been even a month of our marriage. But Gojo did not say anything or even look at me. Did I make it more awkward ? " Sorry I didn't mean to make yo-" "We are not going to a party why did you wear a dress like that." Our voices overlapped. "I didn't know that." Oh that hurts. This black dress was nice. I got a lot of compliments. Was it that hard for him to just say I looked nice? "You are wearing a tuxedo?" And he ignored me. "Um Gojo? About last night. Were they your friends?" I said. "Look Yn I told you it's none of your business. Why can't you get a simple shit in your mind, huh?" He almost yelled. I hate loud sound. He knew a lot about my life. But is it wrong for me to be curious about his? About my life long partner. I just deeply sighed . "Yn" he said in a firm voice. It was the first time in the car he spoke. I flinched as I quickly looked at him. "Y-Yes?" I stuttered. " I wanted to talk about our-" he was interrupted by my phone ringtone. I quickly tired to silent it but Jake called me. I got the same chills running through my body. I started getting flashbacks of my old days. It has been almost 2 months now. I should feel happy he called but no. I felt sad and also a bit angry. I wanted to hear what Gojo was saying. But I just answered the call anyway. Throughout my call I felt Gojo's dark auroma filling the car. Reaching home, Gojo slammed his hand on the steering wheel even without looking at me and got out. As I rushed to him, I saw him standing outside. Oh was he waiting for me? He grasped my wrist tightly and leaned forward. "Yn don't dare to make my parents suspicious or worried."

Gojo's POV

Last night I was sober enough to remember what happened. Even after treating her the worst treatments, she still cares. I told her about Nora. Did I hurt her? She looks so fragile as if I might break her any moment. In my life I only cared about Nora, my mom, Geto and probably Shoko. But there's is something about Yn I feel I need to protect her. A feeling I never got before. Yesterday I stumbled myself and told her about Nora. I do still love her. And yesterday and also today when Yn asked about Geto and Shoko I was, well very tired to answer. Last night I saw Yn's eyes filled with concern and care, like actual feeling. Nora was the last person I saw the concern and care in her eyes. It makes me want to melt. Her touch is so warm, makes me crave her touch more. But I will not fall in love with someone I am forced married with. I had and have to remind myself not to fall for her. Because if my plan works then this marriage will end within the next 4 months.

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I can feel her soft breathing. Her warmth is radiating and I could feel that as she looked outside filled with thoughts. She looked so good in her silk black dress. Her breasts were pumped and I could see them. I wish I was the only one who could look at those. She had the perfect body. Big but not huge breasts and ass. And my favourite thick thighs. She is so pretty and innocent. It almost makes me want to ruin her. Make her dirty and show her what is my kind of love. This woman, only if she knew what she did to me within a few days of our marriage. But I will not fall for her. I learnt a very good lesson from my past. And I will make sure I divorce her as soon as possible, when I will be done with her parents. "Yn" I said in a firm voice. She flinched as she quickly looked at me. "Y-Yes?" She stuttered. Am I that scary? " I wanted to talk about our-" I was interrupted by Yn's phone. I nodded as she answers. "Jake? Hey? How have you been?" Yn spoke in a soft yet confused voice. I don't normally eavesdrop but who the fuck was Jake? I felt weird and agitated. Why would MY wife, who wore MY ring, lived in MY house talk to someone specifically a boy? But then again I had no right to be. What was worst is Yn let out a soft chuckle hearing something 'Jake' said. It felt worst. I looked at her as I realised that I got a sudden urge to stop the car roughly pull her by the neck and kiss her. And then make a lot of dark hickeys and show the fucker the hickeys specifically the ones on her boobs and nec-. What the hell did I just imagine, making out with my arranged wife? The one I hated the most? Shit, what was happening to me. But I got a feeling that I had to remove Jake from my wife. Probably murder him. He got some nerve to talk to wife and make her chuckle. As I stopped the car in front of my parents house I slammed my hand on the steering wheel out of frustration, causing Yn to flinch. Great. Why am I getting annoyed just by remembering 'Jake' ? Why do I even care? I couldn't answer as I got out of my car.

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#anime #anime fandom #anime fanfic #gojo satoru #jjk #gojo saturo #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jjk satoru #jjk gojo #mafia au #arranged marriage

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Hamefura Movie Novel Chapter 1 Summary

I am currently reading the light of the novel of the upcoming Hamefura movie and will write summaries as I read.

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Chapter 1: The Foreign Merchant Caravan

Katarina Is in the Royal Castle

Katarina is currently walking in the royal castle's garden. She is in high spirits because she has finally graduated from the Academy of Magic.

Today, Geordo has invited Katarina for tea, and she has come alone since Keith had to set out for work with their father this morning. Katarina feels sad that she, Keith, and her friends will start going their own ways. She is also feeling nervous about working at the Ministry of Magic. It will be her first working experience (if she doesn't count her part-time jobs in her past life), and it happens to be at the most prestigious organization in the country.

Pochi Runs Off

Pochi has come out of her shadow and is looking at her. Katarina scolds him for coming out of his own. Pochi suddenly dashes somewhere. Katarina chases after him.

Katarina arrives in a gloomy place on the outskirts of the castle. She has lost sight of Pochi. She sees an opened door and guesses that Pochi must have gone through it. There is a "No Trespassing" sign at the door. She enters nevertheless while hoping that it will be okay as long as she doesn't stay for long.

Inside, there are a lot of dusty art pieces like vases, paintings, and statues. Katarina finally finds Pochi and scolds him for running away. Then she sees a little creature behind Pochi. She asks it where it comes from, and it replies "Piyo". She takes the little bird with her.

Taking the Tea at Geordo's Place

Geordo is puzzled about why a bird would be in the room storing the royal family's art pieces. Mary wonders if it might not be a bird kept in the royal castle's garden since it seems used to people. Alan doesn't think so since he hasn't heard anything like it. Sophia thinks it might be a bird that came from the outside, and Nicol agrees. Maria wonders what species it is. Keith doesn't recognize the species either and wonders if it might be a new species of birds. Katarina asks Geordo if he has any idea about the species of the bird.

Geordo: Well, I wonder… It is indeed intriguing, but what I find most curious is why everyone is here even though you're the only one I have invited for tea.

Katarina is surprised. Since everyone was here when she arrived, she was convinced that he had invited everyone.

Mary happily tells Geordo that she won't let him steal a march on her. The others add that they have also wanted to have tea with Katarina. Geordo is displeased.

Keith scolds Katarina for entering an off-limits place without permission.

Since Katarina doesn't know where to return the bird, she asks it if it wants to go with her. The bird replies "Piyo". As a consequence, Katarina takes the bird back with her to the Claes's house.

??? POV

A man thanks a dying man for having always supported him. He is crying since he is about to lose the first friend he has ever made.

The dying man tells the other man that even if he is about to lose his soul, he will return to this world with a new one. When he does, he will search for the man again, and if he finds him, he asks the man to become his friend again. The man is taken aback since his friend is serious. He tells him that he will wait for him. The dying man smiles with relief and then dies. The man believed in the last words of his friend and kept waiting for him for a long time.

The man wakes up after having this nostalgic dream. He senses a presence that he has never sensed until now. He rushes outside and hears some flapping sounds. He senses his partner in the bird and is happy that his friend has been reborn.

Though, the man is troubled about what to do now. He should probably report this to "that man" since others can easily feel the presence in the bird and he would be blamed if he doesn't report it right away, causing his precious ones to suffer. But if he reports it, "that man" will ask him to bring it to him.

The man reluctantly decides to make his report. The bird brushes his head against his cheek as if to comfort him.

Katarina's POV

Piyo and Everyone

It has been a little while since Katarina has taken Piyo back with her.

Piyo is incredibly cute. Keith was initially indifferent about Piyo, but now he dotes on him whenever he is free from work. Millidiana was angry at first since Katarina had brought in yet another weird creature, but now she secretly dotes on Piyo and brings him some feed. The girls, but also the boys, are also fond of Piyo and come see him with treats. Especially Alan: he always makes sure to bring some treats that Piyo might like, so Piyo has started to like him. The girls brush Piyo's feathers, put some tiny ornaments on him, and dotes on him, and Piyo enjoys it.

Since everyone fusses about Piyo, Katarina thinks Pochi might feel lonely. She summons him and pets him. She thinks Pochi is not any less cute than Piyo. She enjoys both Pochi and Piyo's softness.

Katarina and Anne Go Out Shopping in Town

Katarina is suddenly called by Anne. Anne notifies her that her carriage is ready. Katarina makes Pochi return inside her shadow and puts Piyo on her shoulder. Piyo always behaves whenever on her shoulder. Anne brushes the grass off Katarina's dress (because she was playing with her pets) and they depart.

Katarina is going out to town today since her friends have plans and won't come to visit. She will buy the new volume of a romance novel and eat cakes at popular pastry shops. Anne is accompanying her because Keith, Luigi, and Millidiana are worried about her going out alone. Keith even reminded her not to follow strangers even if they give her sweets. Katarina is 17 now. She legally is an adult in Sorcier, she has graduated from the Academy of Magic and she will soon start working. Despite this, everyone seems to treat her like a young child. There are so many overprotective people around her.

Katarina Sees a Foreign Merchant Caravan

Looking out the window of the carriage, Katarina suddenly sees some big tents. She asks Anne what they are. Anne replies that they are most likely a caravan of merchants. Katarina is unfamiliar with them, so Anne explains that they are a group of merchants traveling the country to buy and sell goods, like some kind of moving shops. Katarina is amazed since it is her first time seeing any. It is also a first for Anne.

It seems to be a caravan of foreign merchants. Katarina asks Anne what kind of goods they sell. Anne replies that they sell things like fabrics or gemstones.

Katarina grows curious and asks Anne if they can take a look. Anne refuses since it can be dangerous. Katarina insists and tells her they will just take a little look and go back right away if it feels dangerous. She adds that Piyo also wants to take a look. Piyo chirps in agreement. Anne finally gives in. They will have a little look and go back right away if it feels even a tiny bit dangerous. Katarina thanks Anne.

Katarina and Anne Visit the Foreign Merchant Caravan

Katarina and Anne have come towards the big tents. There are many people and a lively atmosphere in the air, like a festival. Katarina sees goods spread on carpets and people wearing turbans. It really seems to be a caravan of foreign merchants. Katarina is extremely excited and pulls Anne's hand to the nearest shop tent. Inside, Katarina is amazed by all these goods she has never seen before: vivid fabrics, accessories, and handicrafts.

Katarina gazes at the woodcraft of an animal. She wonders if she should buy it as a souvenir. Piyo flaps his wing when he sees the woodcraft. Katarina moves Piyo next to it. Piyo looks at it silently. The statue seems to represent some sort of bird, but Katarina doesn't recognize it. She asks the merchant what kind of bird it is. The merchant replies it is the guardian deity of his country. Katarina asks him which country he is from. The merchant replies he comes from Mutlaq. Katarina is confused since she doesn't know it. The merchant tells her it is understandable since his country is far away and they mostly have no trade with Sorcier. Katarina wonders why they would expressly go all the way to Sorcier. She is about to ask the merchant, but then she hears some music.

The music comes from foreign musical instruments played on a wooden stage near the tent. Piyo runs towards the music. Katarina chases Piyo but she has a hard time moving through the crowd of people.

Katarina Watches a Dancing Show

Katarina arrives at the stage where the music is played. A veiled girl dressed like a dancer from Arabian Nights appears and starts dancing to the music. Her dance is different from the ones in Sorcier and she moves like a butterfly. Then a tiger appears and joins her dance. After the dance, the dancer and the tiger bow their heads, and the crowd loudly cheers and applauds. Katarina was entranced by the dance.

Katarina Chases Piyo

Katarina suddenly remembers that she was chasing Piyo. She looks hard on the ground and worries about people crushing Piyo under their feet. Then she finally sees Piyo near a tent. She rushes towards it and calls Piyo. Piyo ignores her and enters the tent through a slight opening. Katarina is troubled and wonders if she should ask a merchant for permission to go inside. Then she remembers the tiger from the show and fears Piyo might get eaten. She finally enters the tent using the same opening.

Katarina Meets a Boy

Inside, there are a lot of goods, so Katarina has a hard time searching for Piyo. Then she hears "Piyo" and the voice of a boy amusingly asking Piyo where he came from. The boy wears a turban and carries Piyo in his hand. Katarina shouts in relief since she has finally found Piyo. Hearing her, the boy gets wary and sternly asks her who she is.

Katarina looks at the boy closely. He is an Arabian-style pretty boy.

Katarina explains to the boy that she saw her bird entering the tent and that she entered it too because she feared he might get eaten by the tiger. She apologizes.

The boy's expression softens a bit and he tells her that the tiger over there won't eat anything without his permission. Katarina is startled and finally realizes the presence of the tiger in the room. The tiger gives her a displeased look and goes back to sleep. Katarina feels like the tiger is acting like a cat. The boy mutters that tigers and cats are close species after all. The boy appears to be curt but kind. The tiger seems to be asleep. It feels weird to Katarina to have a big and scary animal sleeping next to her.

Katarina remembers how the tiger acted like a cat when it left the stage led by a person. She asks the boy if he is the one taking care of the tiger. The boy confirms with an expressionless face. Katarina is amazed to see someone who can make a tiger act like a cat. Then she looks at Piyo happily swinging his tail on the boy's hand, without any intention of going back to her. She is shocked to see Piyo so affectionate with someone he has just met while it took her days to get friendly with him.

Katarina tells the boy that he seems to be loved by animals. She is jealous of him since dogs hate her and other animals don't particularly love her. The boy curtly tells her that it is just that he knows how to handle animals since it is his job. Despite his curt tone, Katarina feels like he is a gentle boy.

Katarina is about to ask the boy what his job is, but then a falcon flies over and sits on the boy's shoulder. When Katarina exclaims how pretty the falcon is, the falcon puffs up its chest. The boy gives the falcon a fond look and pets it. The falcon seems to enjoy it. Both of them seem to understand each other.

Katarina asks the boy what his job is. The boy replies he performs acrobatics with the animals. Katarina remembers the tiger from the show and is amazed that the boy was able to teach it its number. The boy replies that the animals just have a good memory and that he is not that amazing. Katarina still thinks he is.

Katarina asks the boy if there is also a show with the falcon. The boy replies that today's show was just a teaser and that the real one will be tomorrow. The falcon will come on stage then. Katarina is shocked because the amazing show from earlier was just a teaser. She asks the boy if anyone can watch the show. The boy replies yes. She asks the boy if she can go see it. The boy says she can come if she likes. Katarina is excited and asks the boy for his name. The boy reluctantly tells her his name: Aaqil. Katarina smiles and introduces herself as "Katarina".

Katarina and Aaqil Are Joined by Another Boy

Aaqil is called from behind by another boy of about his age. The boy is surprised to see Katarina. The boy has a girlish face. The boy asks Aaqil if Katarina is a customer. Aaqil simply tells him she is lost. The boy curiously looks at Katarina.

Katarina explains her circumstances to the boy and apologizes. She extends her hand towards Piyo in Aaqil's hand, but he looks away with a displeased look. Katarina is shocked because she didn't expect Piyo to react like that. Looking at her, the boy lets out a laugh.

The boy explains that Aaqil is an animal charmer. Katarina is shocked and wonders if Piyo got charmed. Aaqil sighs and tells her the boy is joking. He puts Piyo back in her hand. Piyo seems displeased, so Katarina wonders if the boy wasn't right after all. Katarina is sad over Piyo being displeased with her.

Qumiit Invites Katarina to Watch Them Rehearse

Aaquil asks the boy, "Qumiit", what he came for. Qumiit has come to notify him that they will start rehearsing for tomorrow. Katarina excitedly asks if the rehearsal is for tomorrow's show. Qumiit is surprised by Katarina's reaction and asks her if she heard about it from Aaqil. Katarina confirms and tells him that Aaqil even told her she could come. Qumiit grins over Aaqil "inviting" her to see the show. Aaqil curtly replies that he only told her to do what she likes.

Qumiit introduces himself to Katarina and invites her to watch them rehearse. Aaqil disapproves but Qumiit says it is fine.

Katarina is about to accept his offer, but she suddenly remembers about Anne. She explains to Qumiit that she has lost sight of her attendant and asks if she can come back once she has joined with her. Aaqil is surprised that she really happens to be lost. Katarina corrects him: she isn't lost, she has just lost sight of her attendant. Aaqil replies that it is what "lost" means. Katarina pouts. Qumiit smiles while looking at them and tells Katarina to come back once she has joined her attendant. If she tells people that she is Aaqil and Qumiit's acquaintance then people will let them in. Katarina thanks him.

Katarina takes back the reluctant Piyo and heads towards the opening she entered from. Aaqil stops her and asks her where she is going. Katarina simply replies she is going back through the opening she entered from. Aaqil sighs and asks her to properly use the exit instead. Qumiit bursts out laughing. Aaqil escorts her to the exit and asks her not to get lost and to properly use the entrance next time.

Katarina runs off to the carriage place in high spirits. She can't wait before she joins with Anne and they watch them rehearse.

Aaqil's POV

When Aaqil is back, Qumiit grinningly asks him if he has properly sent Katarina off. Qumiit is part of the merchant caravan and also Aaqil's childhood friend. Aaqil curtly says yes, annoyed by Qumiit's grin. Qumiit doesn't mind his tone and tells him that he gotta show Katarina his cool sides when she is back. Aaqil shockingly asks him why. Qumiit simply replies that it is because Aaqil obviously likes her. Aaqil starts denying it, but Qumiit ignores him and leaves the room to prepare for the rehearsal.

Aaqil is convinced that Qumiit has the wrong idea. While it is true that he is bad at talking with people, especially women, he could only talk with Katarina because she threw him out of his pace and she is easy to talk to. Though, it is not the time to talk about frivolous things like this. He closes his eyes and searches for a presence. It is coming soon.

Katarina's POV

Katarina Joins With Anne

Katarina has returned to where her carriage is parked and sees Anne with a livid face, waiting for her. Anne couldn't find her despite frantically searching for her and she was about to ask for help at the Claes house. Katarina was close to getting a good scolding from her mother.

Katarina explains to Anne how Piyo ran off and the events after, and how the merchant people have offered to let her watch them rehearse for tomorrow's show. Anne doesn't seem surprised by this turn of events. Katarina is confused.

Katarina and Anne will change their plans and watch the rehearsal of the show. Katarina keeps Piyo inside the shopping basket to prevent him from running off again. Piyo is displeased but complies after Katarina has explained her reasons.

On the Way to the Rehearsal

Katarina is surprised that merchants would give shows. Anne replies that she has never heard about merchants from Sorcier giving shows, so it must be something specific to merchants from Mutlaq.

Anne didn't see the show earlier because she was too far in the back. She is looking forward to the rehearsal.

Based on the number of people and the variety of goods, this merchant caravan seems to be a large one. While searching for Katarina, Anne heard it was a national merchant caravan. Katarina is surprised about the concept and asks if Sorcier also has one. Anne hasn't heard anything about it and thinks it must be something specific to Mutlaq. It makes sense to Katarina that a national merchant caravan could give shows. Aaqil even said that the show earlier was a teaser, so the real thing must be even more amazing. Katarina can't wait to see it.

Katarina and Anne have arrived at the tent where the rehearsal will take place. Just as Qumiit told her, Katarina tells the old man at the entrance that they are Aaqil and Qumiit's acquaintances. The old man lets them in. He asks them with a smile to give them a good advertisement. Katarina is confused. The old man explains that they give shows to attract people and have them see their goods, so it would help if she could advertise the show to the people around her. Katarina tells him she will advertise it to her friends. The old man tells her she should rather invite them to see the show. Katarina says she will. She would actually like to watch the show with her friends since she will hardly be able to see them from now on.

The old man shouts that Aaqil and Qumiit's acquaintances have arrived. A pair of twin children appear. Aaqil and Qumiit have asked them to guide Katarina and Anne to the stage where the rehearsal will take place. The twins look similar but one acts friendly while the other acts unfriendly.

The friendly twin leads the way to the stage while the other stays behind them. Katarina is surprised to see children in the merchant caravan and asks if they are part of it. The friendly twin confirms and adds that the caravan leader picked them up. Katarina is confused about the "picked up" part. The friendly twin explains that they are orphans. Katarina doesn't know what to say since she didn't expect their heavy circumstances. The unfriendly twin tells her there are a lot of orphans in their country. The friendly one adds that the caravan leader is a softhearted person who can't leave people in trouble alone. Katarina wonders if the whole caravan, including Aaqil and Qumiit, consists of people picked up by the caravan leader.

They have reached the place of rehearsal. The friendly twin invites Katarina and Anne to sit on the chairs and wait, then both twins join the other people backstage. The curtain is still down and Katarina hears some noise coming from the stage. Piyo seems like he wants to come out of the basket. Katarina lets him out and puts him on her shoulder. Piyo looks at the stage with sparkling eyes.

The Rehearsal Show

Eventually, Katarina hears the same music as earlier, and the curtains rise. The stage is bigger and there are more people playing music. Katarina feels more entranced than earlier.

The same veiled dancer girl appears and starts dancing. Veiled child dancers also join her. Then the tiger joins in. Aaqil is quietly standing on the side and exchanges eye contact with the tiger. Katarina is amazed that Aaqil and the tiger seem to understand each other.

The music and the dance stop, and next, a bewitching woman dances with a sword in hand. Katarina feels entranced by her dance.

Then Aaqil comes out with the tiger, the falcon from earlier, and also a snake. He starts his acrobatics show. He makes the tiger jump through a ring, he makes the falcon fly around and drop flower petals. Katarina feels like she is watching a circus show. When Aaqil bows his head after his number, Katarina stands up and claps her hands loudly. Aaqil raises his brows in surprise. Katarina wonders if she might have been too loud.

Then, at last, the dancer girl comes out again and her beautiful singing voice resounds.

After the Rehearsal Show

The show was more wonderful than Katarina expected. Even after the curtain dropped, she couldn't help clapping her hand. Anne was also amazed by the show.

Aaqil walks to them. Katarina can't contain her excitement and tells him about all the emotions she felt during the show. She gushes about how amazing it was, including his number. Aaqil curtly tells her she is too noisy. Katarina insists that she was really moved.

The dancer girl arrives. She has removed her veil and Katarina can see how beautiful she is. Still, she looks familiar. Katarina stares at the girl. The girl can't believe that Katarina still hasn't recognized her and tells her she is Qumiit. Katarina is shocked: she thought she was a boy when they met earlier. Qumiit burst out laughing and tells her he is indeed a boy. He only appears like that on stage. Katarina feels relieved that she wasn't mistaken. Though, no matter how she looks at him, he really looks like a beautiful girl in this costume. She tells him his singing and dancing performances were amazing. Qumiit proudly replies is because he is a genius.

Qumiit tells her about the other people: the musicians and the sword-dancing girl. This merchant caravan seems full of amazing people.

Anne apologizes to Qumiit for the trouble Katarina caused earlier. Katarina hurriedly bows her head too. Qumiit replies that Anne is probably the one who has it the hardest and gives her a sympathetic gaze.

Then Anne clearly expresses her praises regarding the show. Katarina wishes she could have praised the show as clearly.

Aaqil, the falcon and Piyo

The falcon flies over and sits on Aaqil's shoulder. Aaqil gives it a gentle gaze and pets it. The falcon enjoys the touch. Aaqil always makes such a gentle face when he is with animals. Anne tells Aaqil that the falcon really seems attached to him. Aaqil replies that they have been together ever since it hatched from its egg. Katarina finds such a bond between a human and a bird so beautiful, but Piyo feels displeased and throws a tantrum on Katarina's shoulder, looking like it wants to go over to Aaqil. Katarina asks Piyo if he prefers Aaqil over her. Piyo confirms with a "Piyo". Piyo moves on Aaqil's hand and seems to ask him to pet him. Aaqil kindly does so. Piyo seems satisfied and gives a smug look to the falcon. The falcon acts standoffish as if telling Piyo "There's no way you can get between us". Katarina feels like she is witnessing a love triangle between a human and two birds. Aaqil gives her a puzzled look, so she explains how he and the two birds seem to be in a love triangle. Aaqil replies that there is no such thing. Qumiit bursts out laughing while Anne gives a sorry look. Katarina puffs out her cheek and insists that it really looks like that to her. Looking at her, Aaqil smiles. Katarina is surprised since he has only given her frowns or expressionless looks until now. Katarina thinks to herself that the smiles of Arabian-style pretty boys are so devastating that it doesn't affect only birds.

Katarina Feels Like She Has Seen Aaqil Before

Katarina has the strange feeling that she has seen Aaqil's face before, long ago. But at the same time, she feels like in that case, she wouldn't have forgotten the face of such a pretty boy.

Someone from the staff suddenly calls Aaqil and Qumitt to help clean up. Katarina and Anne decide to take their leave. Katarina puts Piyo in the basket despite his reluctance to leave. She tells Aaqil and Qumiit that she will definitely come tomorrow. Upon leaving, Katarina forgets the strange feeling she had about Aaqil.

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captain-mj · 9 months

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I am here to beg for more selkie au. Its so cute and has my whole heart (i feel so bad for poor soaps mom)

Here ya go! this is probably the second to last to chapter btw

Ghost sat outside, smoking quietly. Every puff, he'd pass it to Soap who would pass it to Davina and then Rosy and then Iris and then they'd hand it back. It was a bit silly, treating a simple cig like a joint, but it was funny so he let it slide.

"Used to smoke cigs on my roof with Tommy. Good times." Simon told them, lighting another one to share.

"Tommy?"

"Little brother. I was the best man at his wedding." Good times.

Soap glanced at him. "And I haven't met him?"

Simon imagined his bright and sunny Soap meeting Tommy. Living Tommy. They'd get along like a house on fire. Then they'd set the actual house on fire. He smiled a little, forgetting about how his scars pulled when he did. For once, no one said anything. No one looked at him like he was sad or pathetic.

"How about the next time we're on leave I'll introduce you to him?" Simon looked at Johnny. "He's dead. But I got some tapes."

"Oh..." Johnny winced. "I'm sorry."

Simon shrugged. "It's been nice. Being around you guys. Reminds me of him."

Davina hummed. "Bet he was a cool guy."

"Fucking coolest. Cooler than me that's for sure." Simon smiled. "We were in a band in high school. He played drums. I played bass."

"Any good?"

"Fucking sucked." Simon shrugged. "Nostalgic though. Loved playing. Then I went to the military. Fucked up my hands."

"You're a sniper."

"Yeah. Don't have the muscle memory for guitar anymore. Just the gun." Simon mock aimed a gun. "S'okay. Like I said. Dog shit at it. Tommy was good, but he quit for his family."

Johnny must've realized that asking about his family might not be a great idea. So did everyone else.

Fergus came home. He saw them all on the stoop outside, glancing at all of them. "You all okay?"

"Just fine, sir." Ghost answered, pulling Soap's coat further around him. His arm was around Soap, making everything feel right. Good. "Moray is making dinner I believe."

Fergus nodded. "I see..." He must've noticed something was off. But he still went inside.

Soap closed his eyes and leaned into Ghost.

They all heard the sounds of Moray beating the shit out of him. It was rough.

"Good for her."

Davina grabbed the cigarette and took a deep, deep puff. "She deserves it."

Simon nodded and lit some more cigarettes for them to all share. They all just chilled for a bit longer as he struggled to get the upper hand over a woman who was, from he sounds of it, using a frying pan.

Moray came out eventually and Ghost quickly lit one for her. She took it and started smoking quickly, hands shaking. "That was... great."

"Have fun?" Simon smiled.

Moray nodded. "I can see why you beat your father."

"Jesus, Mom." Rosy gasped.

Simon laughed. "Nah, it's fair." He checked his phone and showed Soap that they had been approved for a longer leave. They shared a look and both smiled.

"Alright, ma." Soap smiled at him. "You going to be okay?" He crouched in front of her and kissed her cheek.

Moray nodded and took a puff. "Course I will. Might disappear for a while. I... I want to come back though. See you three."

Simon didn't miss how Soap got teary eyed over it. He remembered Soap saying she'd abandon them without a second thought.

Soap must've decided he'd cry later when he was alone. Because he just nodded. "I will see you soon, Ma." He stood up.

"Alright, boys." Moray hugged him and gave him a quick squeeze. Then she hugged Simon. Soap winced and mouthed sorry to him.

Simon tensed at first before hugged back, trying to remember how his Mom would hug him after Dad had one of his episodes. She relaxed immediately.

"He's very good at hugs. And handsome. I can see why you picked him."

Simon very suddenly and aggressively realized he was not wearing anything. "Ah..." He noticed her look at the pointed ears and the odd freckles.

"Ma!!"

"Too bad he's British or he'd be perfect."

"Ma!! We have to go back to base now." Soap grabbed Ghost hard to go get packed.

#Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #Selkie Soap #changeling ghost

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jsctens · 1 year

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ok but have we considered

- before andrew leaves to play pro during neil’s last year of school, he conveniently forgets to pack a bunch of his old ‘MINYARD’ fox merch (definitely not intentionally at all) (he does not like the idea of neil wearing his clothes when he’s missing him shut ur mouth)

- and bc neil can read andrew he knows EXACTLY what he’s up to but he just smiles to himself about it bc if he says anything he’s SCREWED and tbh andrew’s fox sweaters are so much softer than his and they smell better and he’s going to miss andrew so fucking much—

- neil’s worn andrew’s team merch before but only around the dorm or the house in columbia (once, to practice, when he came back from a run half-dead on his feet in the morning and grabbed the first warm thing he laid his hands on in his dresser. the locker room was an insufferable place to be that day)

- neil is somewhat used to missing people now that he’s lived through all of the original foxes leaving, and as much as he knows andrew leaving is going to hurt worse he still doesn’t expect to use the sweaters much except for nights when everything gets too loud and he desperately needs something to ground him

- but nope

- he wears a MINYARD hoodie the day andrew leaves. andrew kisses him just that much harder for it.

- when the semester starts up again and Neil’s loneliness creeps in on him faster than expected, he starts wearing the hoodies and shirts almost everyday.

- especially when he’s on the court. he loves exy regardless of who he’s playing with but being on a court without both andrew and kevin leaves him feeling aching and unsteady. nostalgia is not easy to reconcile, is what Bee had told him when he’d described it to her. he’s never had anything in his life to be nostalgic for. the new feeling sits like water in his lungs.

- so he wears andrew’s team merch to practice, and to team meetings, and basically everywhere he can. for the first 2 weeks of the season, Josten merch is extinct.

- it gets to the point where the entirety of the freshman players just . think neil’s last name is Minyard .

- none of the rest of the team says anything bc they already Know about neil and andrew and even though none of them really understood andrew (besides robin) they understand that neil and andrew are two halves of a whole

- but the freshman are just like . o yea thats captain minyard bc neil is terrifying and no way in hell are they calling him by his first name. they’ve only ever referred to him exclusively as ‘Captain’ on the court.

- the day this gets exposed some dopey freshman backliner walks into the lounge for morning practice and just goes “Hey, has anyone seen Minyard?”

- the entire room (besides the freshmen) FREEZES

- wymack whips around from where he’s been talking to abby and just goes “the fuck?”

- and the backliner is just like uhhh……. our team captain?

- wymack: what, and i can’t stress this enough, the fuck?

- everyone is just standing in utter bewilderment. the freshmen are now confused bc why is everyone else confused????

- and then robin bursts out laughing

- for like 5 minutes straight my girl is clutching her stomach in TEARS

- when she finally comes up for air she just goes “HE MEANS NEIL. NEIL MINYARD”

- at this point Neil has walked into the room and is like wtf is taking everyone so long

- and lo and behold, he’s wearing a Minyard hoodie

- the rest of the veteran team are losing it now. Wymack is holding his head in his hands. neil is, as always, oblivious and annoyed.

- then robin goes, “sorry we’re late, Minyard”. Neil is confused as fuck but also . ouch. he hasn’t heard that name spoken in this locker room in so long it feels like both a punch to the gut and a breath of fresh air hearing it again

- the rest of the team veterans join in on it. “We’ll be right there, Minyard” .”What are our teams for scrimmages, Minyard?”

- at this point the freshman can tell they’re being made fun of. abby takes pity on them and explains that neil’s last name is Josten. Minyard is …. and when she comes up short on a word to describe andrew to neil, she turns to look at neil

- who just goes, “andrew’s my person. get your asses on the fucking court.”

- the team milks the shit out of it. the joke goes on for a good WEEK before the freshman have to be like OKAY WE GET IT . WE’RE DUMB .

- neil isn’t even phased . he will continue to be a sap and wear andrew’s hoodies . (and maybe a tiny little part inside of him that he’s too scared to think about likes being called Minyard).

- eventually the joke dies down. but every once in a while someone will throw in a “See ya, Minyard” or a “What’s up, Minyard?” when they see neil

- wymack thinks the whole thing is somewhat hilarious until neil submits a personal information update form at the end of the year. he nearly files for early retirement the entire time he’s putting in an order for “JOSTEN-MINYARD” team merchandise.

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thedivineerotic · 10 months

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The 4th House Experience Pt. 1:

(The Ugly Duckling)

Case Study: Lilo Pelekai

“Home is where the heart is.” - Anonymous

“Home is not where you live, it is where you belong.” - African Proverb

Out of all the water houses (4th, 8th and 12th), the 4th house is given the least amount of attention in online astrology circles, ironic considering that is the only one of the three houses to also serve as an angular house. It doesn’t share the dark, esoteric reputation that makes the 8th and 12th houses such popular houses, but just because it deals with relatively “lighter” topics such as family, the home, ancestry, roots and history doesn’t mean that it isn’t deep. As a matter of fact, one could argue that it is the deepest of the water houses seeing that it is the only one below the horizon. When I first delved into astrology, admittedly the 4th house was not one that garnered much of my attention and for a while I actually considered it one of the more boring of the astrology houses but upon further growth, study and reflection the depths of it became very apparent.

And they were presented perhaps no better than the little girl whose character won me over more than any Disney princess both as a kid and now.

The movie lilo and stitch ironically starts with Lilo swimming in the depths of the ocean. She rushes from the beach to make it to her hula dancing lesson. Upon getting there she is immediately singled out for being late, being wet and the seemingly strange explanation of why she had to feed the fish Pudge a peanut butter sandwich as he has control of the weather. Her instructor nor the other girls in the class understand the reasoning behind why her routine with Pudge the fish is so important and ostracize her, with the defacto leader of the small girls’ group Myrtle going as far as to call her “crazy.”

And immediately getting her ass beat because of it.

Unfortunately Lilo is ostracized by her peers, robbed of a sense of belonging from a very young age. Aside from her sister, her sole sense of belonging comes from her doll “Scrump” whose appearance scares the other girls and further causes her to feel like a misfit.

Later in the story we get the explanations to her seemingly strange behavior, we see that her Tuesday routine with Pudge and the importance of him controlling the weather comes because her parents died while driving in the rain. Her being nostalgic and an old soul sets her apart, her favorite artist being Elvis Presley. She latches onto “Scrump” because she is lonely and has no friends. She makes a wish on what she thinks is a shooting star and prays for a friend (wishes being an 11th house theme) and she is sent Stitch, an alien posing as a pet dog, fitting considering pets are a 6th house theme and the 4th house being 6 spaces from the 11th house. Although he too is different, something that uneases her older sister Nani almost immediately, and does not seem like a normal dog, Lilo embraces him from the very beginning, again speaking to Lilo’s nature to offer other misfits a sense of belonging like she herself doesn’t have.

The two misfits go on a series of adventures around the island, but even in that we can still see Lilo’s desperation to belong as she apologizes and still attempts to befriend the girls who have bullied her and treated both herself and Stitch as pariahs.

Later in their adventures we see them eating at Nani’s job. The 4th house is representative of the sign of Cancer, opposite of the 10th house which is representative of the sign of Capricorn. Nani displays many themes of the 10th house, tirelessly bouncing from job to job to provide for Lilo and although she initially wanted to fulfill Lilo’s wish and give her a companion, Stitch threatens her job search and the already flimsy structure of their house so much that she can’t afford the sympathy in gifting him a sense of belonging like Lilo can. She is just about to throw Stitch out of the house when Lilo brings up a quote from her deceased parents, Ohana.

“Ohana means family…”

Despite being a young girl, Lilo is very attached to the memory of her parents, keeping a picture of them underneath her pillow. She also keeps a physical book copy of the “The Ugly Duckling”. In it she explains the story of a baby duckling that is sad because “he’s been left behind by his family and nobody wants him. But they hear him crying and they find him and now he is happy because he knows where he belongs.”

The night when Stitch threatens to run away, he takes her copy of the Ugly Duckling with him. Lilo tries her best to convince him to stay, fearing losing the only friend other than Nani that she has ever had. When he still leaves, though disappointed she says that she will still never forget him as she “never forget anyone who leaves” before looking at the family picture with her parents again and tucking it back underneath her pillow.

The next morning Stitch comes back, trying to escape capture. Naturally she misses her friend and helps him to evade from Jumba and Pleakly trying to arrest him, even going so far as to sacrifice her doll “Scrump” to blow up in the latter’s face. Things unfortunately go too far when their literal house ends up being blown up. When Stitch finally reveals himself to be an alien, she feels betrayed, as if Stitch took advantage of her need for belonging with his need to escape (the 4th house and 9th house themes again being at odds as the 9th house is 8 spaces from the 4th house, the 8th house signifying deception and destruction). When she is taken instead of Stitch she feels defeated, fearing losing her older sister and her home of Hawaii, she officially belongs to nothing.

Someone that gave her a sense of belonging has left her behind once again.

Finally at the end, upon being rescued and securing Stitch as her pet and best friend for good, Lilo has finally found her sense of belonging. Despite being robbed of a life with her parents, her natural family, she is able to find a family, a tribe, one made up of her older sister along with fellow misfits and aliens just like her.

No one got left behind and no one got forgotten.

As a 4th Houser, depending on the conditions of the house, your sense of belonging has likely fluctuated throughout your life. No one knows to highs a sense of belonging brings and the low a sense of not belonging brings like you.

You may some severe abandonment issues and may have fought to be included, to feel you belong in circles where others were seemingly accepted easily. And if you have it, you fought hard not to loose it.

But in the end, you stop fighting to belong and another alien, or group of aliens, find you.

So even if people have left you in some circles, even if people have pushed you out of others, here's to finding and holding tight to your own “Ohana”.

And keeping onto those memories along the way!

Signed, The Divine Erotic (4th House Moon)

#lilo and stitch #lilo #nani #character analysis #film analysis #astrology #sidereal astrology #vedic astrology #4th house #4th house moon #4th house placements

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Speaking of Christmas, I’ve been in the holiday mood because, as I mentioned, me and my firehouse sell Christmas trees each year. So tonight while the Christmas music was bumping and we had some downtime between customers I wrote up some holiday HCs for Jackie/Shauna that I had off the top of my head.

- Jackie is the type of girl to start celebrating Christmas the day after (American) thanksgiving, blasting holiday music throughout the house, whereas Shauna will scream back at her “IT’S LEGITIMATELY STILL NOVEMBER, TURN IT OFF”

- Jackie absolutely has a checklist of things that she makes you all to do so she can have a good holiday. Baking cookies, decorating a gingerbread house, watching specific nostalgic Christmas movies and TV show episodes etc. Shauna will only barely tolerate this because it makes Jackie WILDLY happy.

- Jackie hangs mistletoe up around the house, and will run to meet you or Shauna under it when you’re passing by.

- Holidays aside the only thing that really makes Shauna happy during this time is when you guys take a walk while it’s snowing. She loves watching the snow come down and the relaxed down time with you because you don’t put as much of an emphasis on every moment leading up to the holiday as Jackie does. But you will always agree because seeing Shauna with a bunch of snowflakes caught in her eyelashes and hair makes your heart stop.

- Ms. Jackie Taylor CANNOT cook for the life of her, leaving the holiday dinner up to you and Shauna. Jackie decides to occupy her time with decorating because she was asked to leave the kitchen when something burned because she was left in charge to watch the stove while you and Shauna were trying to wash dishes and she’s j sat on the table texting while smoke billows out of the pot. When you and Shauna finally emerge from the kitchen you see the house is decorated so well it’s like the set of a hallmark movie and Jackie is just sat on the couch nonchalantly waiting for you both.

- Jackie will try to convince you and Shauna to take one of those “matching pajama, family pictures” to send out for holiday cards. Jackie is able to say very little of her plan however, before Shauna shuts her down.

- The holidays are probably really draining for Shauna as she has to split her time between her mom and dad, so she needs a lot more quiet time with you or Jackie. Just laying in bed, lights off, cuddled up to each other where no one talks, possibly watching a holiday movie.

- Shauna has to talk Jackie out of buying every holiday candle scent cause she can’t decide between “Walk in the Snow”, “Christmas Cookie”, or “Pine Wood Forest”

- On Christmas morning Jackie will act like an excited child, waking you and Shauna up at the ass crack of dawn because she’s so excited to give you both your gifts.

- Shauna I can see as a very sentimental gift giver without even knowing what she’s doing. Will give you like a book with information about all the dates you guys had been on with pictures, movie tickets, drawings etc and will be clueless as to why you burst into tears and hugged her.

- Jackie will get you very thoughtful gifts but they’re definitely more, materialistic things. Don’t get me wrong, by no means is it just any expensive thing she thinks you’ll like, she 100% clocked that you wanted something in like April and remembers to get it for you.

Sorry for flooding your inbox with Headcannons of these two, I have JackieShauna brainrot atm. Hope you’re doing well pookie, love ya <3

doesn't everyone start their christmas celebrations the day after american thanksgiving? thats when we always put up christmas lights and stuff. its when they start playing christmas music and shit i think shaunas just a hater on this one lmao

oh god jackie would want to fully celebrate every holiday im with shauna the hater on this one fr.

jackie purposely puts it up in your favorite areas of the house so she can kiss you and you're like "but you could just kiss me anyways?" and she'd just blush and shake her head

shauna loves that it gets dark so early during the holidays fr. she enjoys staring out the window as the snow comes down all broody and shit. i love being shaunas holiday escape omg that's so good. shauna looked so pretty in the snow scenes i cant imagine what she'd look like actually happy in the snow lmaooo

jackie burned water once but she runs the gingerbread house decorating like the navy. shes playing the sims with that icing bag fr fr. you walk out of the kitchen to see jackie standing on like a step ladder on top of a chair trying to put decorations up and both you and shauna are like "!!!!! jackie plssss"

jackie buys shauna the pjs and tells her they're for her. shauna reluctantly wears them and is like "oh hell no" when she sees you both wearing them and tries to run upstairs. yall get the picture but both you and jackie had to wrestle shauna to the ground. the pic is like you with your arm around shaunas neck while jackies pinning her legs down and strewn across her lap. you're both smiling but shauna looks fucking deadly. it's your favorite picture of shauna and you make it your pfp for months.

ugh jackie's ass would burn sugar cookie and pine forest at the same time and make the entire house smell awful. jackie walks in the living room to see you and shauna on the floor gagging while holding the blanket over your noses.

i absolutely do think jackie buys you super sentimental and meaningful gifts that show how well she knows you. shauna is so an experience/sentimental gift giver. she gets you tickets to do something you'd like with her or makes you super sentimental gifts for sure. i love the idea of shauna giving you like little poems shes written about you over the year.

absolutely flood my inbox bro i love talking jackieshauna. i'm doing very well, thank you!

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