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rivendell-poet · 9 months ago

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*･༓˚✧ ❝𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 (𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐑)❞ ‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « scenarios »

○ Aragorn ○ Legolas ○ Frodo ○ Sam ○ Merry ○ Pippin ○ Boromir ○ Faramir ○ Éowyn ○ Éomer ○ Bard ○ Thranduil ○ Tauriel ○ Lindir ○ Haldir ○ Elladan ○ Elrohir ○

GN!Reader | Wordcount : 3.4k (each individual around 200~ words) | TWS : None, suggestive at times.

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𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧

✧ Aragorn prides himself on his composure, on being able to stay collected in most situations, and it’s generally the same with your relationship.

✧ That’s not to say he doesn’t adore you, but despite the blush on his face and love in his eyes he can generally stay focused.

✧ Until you two enter a sparring match together and he brings his sword up awkwardly.

✧ When the swords clash he has to hold himself steady, and you have slightly too much momentum in your blow - so you keep going forward.

✧ At the sight of you coming towards him he panics and draws the sword down, not willing to risk hurting you.

✧ That is until you keep going with the offensive, bringing your blade up to Aragorn’s neck.

✧ It’s the second time you’ve held him a sword-point like that, but this time you're smiling and that does something to him.

✧ He knows he should push the sword away, but he keeps staring, unwilling to break eye contact until what he’s doing fully catches up to him.

✧ When he does move the sword away it’s unskilled, and a second spar isn’t even on his mind until you mention it.

✧ Breathing heavily even once you take your blade away, he realises how much he’s blushing and that he can’t quite take his eyes off your sword.

✧ It certainly doesn’t help when you notice, and there’s a gleam in your eyes as you hold your sword for the next spar. “Round two?”

✧ (Not that he does well in that one either - he’s still distracted.)

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

✧ Most days in Rivendell the wind is non-existent, as it is in a valley and (you’re pretty sure) protected by some sort of elvish marriage.

✧ While you were in the wilderness you were good at making sure your hair was tied up, but it’s something you haven’t had to think about as much in Rivendell.

✧ And out on the archery court your hair is moving slightly, just enough to blow into your eyes and slightly obscure your vision.

✧ A strand of hair gets in your eye, and you curse before you put your bow down - not wanting to make a knowingly imperfect shot.

✧ “Having trouble?” Legolas seems to appear out of nowhere, smiling at you as his eyes follow your hair - dancing in the wind.

✧ You give him a tired smile, eyes going enviously to his. Most of it’s still down, but it’s not flying everywhere. And although you’re fairly certain it’s elven genes, some of it might be hairstyle.

✧ “Will you tie my hair for me?”

✧ To you the question is innocent, but you notice the slight blush on Legolas’ face as he processes your question.

✧ He blinks before moving out of it, “Are you sure?”

✧ It takes a little reassurance, but he of course agrees to help with your hair - in whatever style you wish.

✧ You can still feel his hands still, and breath go in, when he takes the first strand between his fingers.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨

✧ Frodo is somewhat easy to fluster, all things considered.

✧ Although he can still laugh with most romantic affections, or instantly return him, there’s a little bit of him that’s in awe of you - and that therefore makes him blush and freeze for a second in your compliments.

✧ The first time you see him truly flustered in your relationship is when you’re together in the garden, having breakfast together.

✧ Picking up a slice of toast, you ask for one of the jams to spread on it - and Frodo quickly holds it out to you.

✧ Without thinking you give him a kiss on the forehead in response, before your hand begins to close around the jar.

✧ When you feel how frozen his hand is around it you realise something might be wrong.

✧ Looking at your boyfriend, you quickly see the red that’s bloomed on his face as he looks at you.

✧ As you make eye-contact he shakes out of it slightly, realising and averting eye-contact with you while still becoming more red.

✧ Not wanting to ruin the moment, you’re gentle in taking the jar out of Frodo’s hand – giving it a brief kiss before you fully let it go.

✧ That’s what allows him to truly break out of it, laughing and trying to convey happiness.

✧ And giving you a proper kiss, as well.

𝐒𝐚𝐦

✧ Sam is very easy to fluster, both intentionally and not intentionally.

✧ You never mean to make him flustered, but it still makes you blush a little when you do.

✧ To see him stop and his cheeks become rosy, before looking at you and swallowing slightly - then avoiding all eye-contact.

✧ It’s the sound of your laughter that’s able to break him out of it, with a little nervous shift, before he looks back at you and apologises.

✧ A lot of it comes from compliments, like when you had first seen him in properly formal attire - a jacket cut neatly to him, almost wine red in colour.

✧ “You look beautiful.”

✧ His hands, which had been fiddling with a button, suddenly go still as he looks up at you (and his cheeks begin to turn the same colour as his outfit).

✧ “That’s mighty kind- thank. I- I mean.”

✧ The words tumble out of him slightly too quickly and he softly shakes his head. “Thank you, love. Although I truly don’t hold a candle to you.”

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

✧ Merry is a fairly hard hobbit to fluster, and more often than not it’s him that causes your cheeks to heat up and go into a large grin.

✧ Which is why you resolve to try and fluster him, one of these days.

✧ Pick-up lines make him light up as though you’ve gifted him mithril, but more often that not he’ll banter right back at you.

✧ So you determine that, to fluster him, you need to do something that he won’t be able to respond to as easily.

✧ Which eventually comes when you're leaving for the day and he comes to see you off, still fairly early into your relationship.

✧ Normally he comes up and wishes you a good day, while burying his face into your back with a hug.

✧ This time, instead of responding, you simply give him a quick kiss. “I love you, bye.”

✧ You can hear him begin to splutter something but you keep hurrying down the steps before turning at the bottom, seeing him still standing in the doorway - gently bringing his hand to where you kissed him.

✧ Sheepishly he makes eye-contact with you, and even from a distance you can see the love in his eyes.

𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧

✧ Pippin had been in love with you from that first meeting, so (ironically while you weren’t dating) it was actually harder to not fluster him with certain actions than to fluster him.

✧ (Not to say he isn’t awed by you on a regular basis while you are dating.)

✧ In preparation for the Fellowship leaving, both you and Boromir decide to try and teach the hobbits how to defend themselves.

✧ Pippin is practising against thin air when suddenly he hears your voice from behind him, “Aim slightly higher.”

✧ The noise doesn’t quite make him jump, but he suddenly tightens his grip on the handle before looking at you. You congratulate him on how quickly he’s picking things up, and he can feel himself grinning before asking if there’s anything he could improve on.

✧ You comment that he could be holding the sword slightly higher up, and he tries to shuffle his hand to the position before seeing you shake your head.

✧ “May I?”

✧ Reaching out your hand, you gently take his and guide it into place - lingering on it a second too long before taking it off.

✧ He tries again, although this time is a lot more off the mark. (It’s not his fault his mind is on your touch rather than an imaginary target.)

✧ This time you laugh, although it’s kind. “Your grip is getting better. I have faith in you, Pippin.”

𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ The first time you fluster him is also the first time you kiss, and the first time he sees you dressed so finely.

✧ He knows that he shouldn’t stare as long as he has, eyes following every inch of you and absorbing it all, but he also can’t bring himself to take his gaze away from you.

✧ Eventually someone passes through his field of vision and he’s brought out of the spell, but only barely.

✧ It doesn’t prevent his eyes from flickering to you again.

✧ Taking a deep breath, he stops his blush from becoming too obvious and tries to take in the rest of the event.

✧ Most of his attempt slips away when you congratulate him on his victory, and he doesn’t trust his tongue enough to give more than a simple response.

✧ The knowing glance you give is more than enough, and he sees when you slip outside.

✧ And, of course, he can’t help but follow you.

𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ Faramir is quite easy to subtly fluster, although it’s much harder to make him lose his composure.

✧ Some people he’s close to, and you of course, can still read his subtler queues.

✧ The way his eyes widen for a second, and he stands ever so slightly the straighter - the faintest beginnings of a blush dusting his cheeks.

✧ And of course how his eyes stray to you, how his greetings are ever so slightly slower as he needs to make that little more effort for every word.

✧ Most times he gets truly flustered are when you flirt, when he truly goes rosy and relaxes - staring at you with such love.

✧ You ask him, as he’s staring at you, why that’s all he does.

✧ “Because-” Faramir gently takes your hand, “Because I do not trust my words to convey how much love I hold for you. But eyes are a window to the soul.”

𝐄𝐨𝐰𝐲𝐧

✧ Honestly, it’s easy for Éowyn to fluster you than it is for you to fluster her.

✧ (A fact she doesn’t often exploit, but will use to her advantage if she ever needs to.)

✧ When you do fluster her, it’s in the middle of a sparring match - with you steadily losing more and more ground.

✧ Unwilling to yield, you try to meet her blade and take another step backwards only to find you foot against the wall.

✧ She wastes no time in putting her sword to your neck, and you hold your hands up in a mock surrender.

✧ “My life is in your hands, fair lady. Whatever shall you have me do?”

✧ You say it with a surprising amount of earnesty, and you can see her suddenly blush - taking a deep breath but not taking her eyes off you.

✧ “Well, I-” she tries to think of a witty comeback but stops, looking away. “Would you call any who had a sword to your neck fair?”

✧ “Not at all.” Gently, you push her sword away and close the gap between the two of you. “Only you.”

𝐄𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫

✧ As a recent habit, once the other Rohirrim had left the room the two of you would spar again - improving Éomer’s skills day by day.

✧ One of the things you like most is his optimism of the task, that even when you beat him again the next spar will still be him trying his hardest.

✧ But he also listens to feedback, quickly adjusting any - even minor - combat errors, before thanking you.

✧ At the end of a session, you sit down to begin taking off your armour while Éomer gets water for the two of you, throwing you a water skin while drinking out of his own.

✧ Tired from the end of a long day, you mean to thank him and say what a good boyfriend he is. The words that come out of your mouth, however.

✧ “You’re doing so good for me.”

✧ He can feel himself blushing, thankful he’s turned away from you, and he takes a second to calm down.

✧ You’re equally red, but the sight of him freezing and trying to regain his composure at your words make you smile.

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐝

✧ Bard doesn’t get flustered too easily, he’s had years of being in love - and having to stay calm - for him to become a blushing mess every time you compliment him.

✧ More often romantic gestures are met with smiles, and perhaps a soft kiss, rather than an extravagant gesture.

✧ Then the two of you are walking through Laketown.

✧ And you call him darling.

✧ It’s a term of endearment he often uses for you, sounding lovely in his accent as he smiles at you with joy, but he’s never been called it himself. Not until you.

✧ You realise it’s slipped out at the same time he does, and tilt your head to see Bard blushing - obvious against his hair.

✧ Not helping the grin that comes over your face, a little laugh escapes you and after a second it’s joined by him.

✧ He shakes his head before looking at you, silently wondering when the last time he was this is love with someone was.

✧ When a simple term of endearment could turn his whole world - because it came from you.

✧ But, for a second, you do stop the bargeman in his tracks.

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐢𝐥

✧ As a show of affection and trust, Thranduil grants you access to practically every location in Mirkwood you could think of - although you only really explore the beautiful ones.

✧ Such as the gardens. Lush and full of flowers, the vibrancy of their greens looking so much more like Greenwood than what it is now.

✧ These gardens give you hope and, when Thranduil is in them, give you joy and a sense of security. The two of you walking among them as he compares you to the silken petals, you leaving the garden with a bloom in hand or neatly tucked behind your ear.

✧ It’s a habit of his to walk through the gardens and admire them in the early morning, a way for him to wake up and face the day without actually having to interact with people.

✧ But there you are, sitting in the garden with the sun’s morning light bathing you.

✧ There is not much sunlight in Mirkwood, but the little there is comes to this garden - comes to you.

✧ In the light you look almost ethereal, like a gift. Something magical and beautiful even to the elvenking.

✧ It is a sight he cannot break away from, stiffening slightly as you turn to see him in the light.

✧ You come forward once you realise he’s there, greeting your king and bowing, but for the first few seconds he cannot find himself thinking of the right words.

✧ “You… you looked radiant.”

𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥

✧ Although she’s collected in combat, Tauriel does tend to be more easily flustered when she’s sparring with you - never anything awful, but just enough to stop it being her best work.

✧ Making her need to take a breath slightly more quickly, her eyes averting as to not meet yours, although she does generally keep her eyes trained on your blades.

✧ But the way you’ve actually stopped her is with simpler gestures.

✧ The act of stooping down as the two of you are on patrol to take a flower in your hands, before turning it around and threading it into her hair.

✧ Taking your hand away to make sure it’s sticking before giving her a little kiss, and then walking off.

✧ It puts a small smile on your face as you hear her movements. Completely still for a second, before suddenly realising your moving away and rushing to catch up to you - usually complete with a teasing or embarrassed laugh and a hand around your shoulder.

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ As a minstrel, Lindir’s poems are well recorded within Rivendell - scrolls of them carefully preserved, and still highly praised.

✧ He does not talk about them, of course, as most creators tend not to dwell on early works, but it is never kept secret.

✧ Which is how you discover them. And they are beautiful.

✧ They’re written in elvish, but by now you’ve a grasp on the language - and Lindir’s poems are the perfect mix of prose and structure to be read as a way for practice.

✧ Which is how Lindir finds you in your chambers, reading some of his poetry aloud.

✧ It’s a verse you’ve practised before, so it flows on your tongue - sounding exactly like the music Lindi envisions all his creation to be.

✧ You don’t even know he’s there, but there’s something intimate about it. Something that makes him being to blush, his throat feel slightly dry as he’s watching you.

✧ Looking up, you notice him. But instead of stopping you keep reading, instead conveying the poetry to him.

✧ And he is utterly in love.

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Even with elven hearing, it is possible to sneak up on Haldir - especially as a fellow elf.

✧ You see that he’s near the window, relaxed (but not enough that you’d feel bad about disturbing him), and decide to sneak up on him.

✧ He notices a tiny amount of noise, before he suddenly feels your arms around him and your face buried into his neck.

✧ The words are muffled, but he still hears it when you say you love him.

✧ Suddenly you can feel the elven warrior tense up, and the arms that were enveloping you turn stiff and slightly awkward.

✧ Looking up you see his eyes stare into yours, confused but in love as well.

✧ After a second of silence he dips slightly to give you a kiss on the forehead, before burying his head into yours to avoid eye contact.

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧

✧ The both of you are voracious readers, and (luckily) the two of you have a very similar taste in books.

✧ To the extent that, when Elladan looks at the book in your hand, he barely has to read a few lines before he knows what story it is - and then tries to make a quip that’s related to it.

✧ Some books are even more distinctive, like the binding of the one you currently hold - a gilded account of Beren and Luthien, if short.

✧ It’s a book he’s thumbed over many times, but he hasn’t seen you read it.

✧ Setting the book aside to greet him, the thought leaves his mind until a few hours later when the two of you are cuddling together, and you look up at him. “Thank you, my Beren.”

✧ “You- your-” the grandeur of their romance hits him suddenly, and he looks down at you. Blushing and questioning. “I-I’m not a… mortal man.”

✧ “It’s a term of endearment.” You smile up at him, bright even in his confusion. “I’m just trying to say I love you.”

✧ “I see.” Elladan feels his gaze draw down to you, and knows in that moment he would be your Beren - do any of the tasks set if you asked him too. “I love you too.”

𝐄𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐫

✧ Elrohir is no stranger to grand romantic gestures, he has about six of them planned in his mind for you at any given time, but you sometimes struggle with them.

✧ Not when he does it to you, he’s already an expert at gauging your mood, but for you to give something back to him.

✧ The idea of a romantic gesture appears in your mind as you're doing paperwork, and try as you might you cannot get it to leave.

✧ But, as the son of Elrond is returning soon, you don’t exactly have much time to plan.

✧ So you resort to one of the more basic tricks - a simple red rose from your garden.

✧ Bells ringing, Elrohir knows that you’ll be in your chambers when he returns. It’s a thought that puts an extra spring in his step, keeps his heart light when he approaches and turns the door handle.

✧ And there you are.

✧ Standing in the doorway, slightly bowed down to him - although still looking at him - with a rose in your hand. “My Elrohir.”

✧ For once, he can’t think of a romantic or particularly witty piece of banter. He can only feel his cheeks heating up more as he stares, swallowing when you straighten.

✧ Gently, you press the rose into his hand. A small smirk on your face, “Do you like it?”

✧ “I.” It truly isn’t a common occurrence, him being lost for words. “May.. may I kiss you, meleth nîn?”

A/N : It is now completed, so... hi to anyone re-reading this! Hope the extra characters have been just as good <3

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enwoso · 6 months ago

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first of many together | alessia russo x leah williamson x child!reader

twelve days of christmas | day 12

based on this request

a soft hum could be heard throughout the hallway of the house, a soft glow was peering through windows giving it that warm and cozy feel as you rushed through a small little bell on the santa hat you had in your hand as you reached the door of your mummy's bedroom.

a small creek could be heard from the door as your barrelled you way into the room, your curls bouncing with excitement. "mummy! its christmas, wake up!... c'mon le wake up, santa's been!" you squealed, hoping onto your mummy's bed with no hesitation. your mummy groaned playfully as she turned onto her side and feigning sleep, "are you sure its christmas? what if this is all just a dream?" alessia joked as you gave her a look which she didn't see as she had her eyes shut.

"no, it's not a dream." you sassed, as you shook the bell on your santa hat hoping the noise would wake your mummy and leah who hadn't even stirred yet.

"mummy wake up!" you tugged on her arm as she huffed slightly running her hands across her face, before pointing for you to do the same to leah as you had a playful grin on your lips.

"wakey wakey le!" you cheered as you shook the bell over leah's head. leah moving as her messy blonde hair stuck out at odd angles, as she opened her eyes a sweet smile appearing across her lips.

"hang on, are we certain santa came" she asked her voice raspy and filled with sleep as she rubbed her eyes, "has anyone checked the carrot and milk?"

you froze, mid shaky the bell as a gasp escaped from your lips as she shook your head, "the carrot!" you scrambled off the bed as you sprinted in direction of the living room.

"you're creating a little monster" alessia whispered as she giggled, leah just laughing to herself as she rolled to face alessia. a grin finding its way onto her lips as she placed her hand on alessia's chin not before brushing a loose hair behind her ear as she leaned in to kissing alessia softly, "merry christmas, love" leah mumbled against her lips.

"merry christmas," alessia whispered back chasing leah's lips as they got a little further away, before placing one last kiss to her lips as she pushed the warm covers off her. "come on, lets see if santa has left anything under the tree!"

making their way to the living room, your voice echoing throughout the stairway as you called for them to hurry up. by the time your mummy and leah joined you, you had already carefully inspected the fireplace where you'd placed the milk, mince pie and carrot, where there now just lay crumbs and a few drops of milk left in a glass.

"he was here!" you pointed in awe, your eyes going wide with excitement as both your mummy and leah stood with big smiles on their face.

"well santa must of left something somewhere then!" leah teased as she pointed toward the carefully decorated tree which you could say you proudly help with doing - more you just put the same colour bauble next to each other, so alessia admittingly had to do a little reorganisation when your were asleep that night.

your head whipping round, looking at the glowing tree where there was a pile of brightly wrapped gifts waiting all with bows and pretty wrapping paper on them. your mouth dropping open, "presents!"

leah had helped you find the pile which was yours, wrapped in red and white wrapping paper, alessia made herself and leah a coffee before the two settled on the couch warpping themselves in a cozy fuzzy throw. you of course starting with the biggest one, immediately tearing the neat wrapping.

"woah" you gasped as you pulled off the rest of the paper, revealing a red bike with flowers on the sides as well as training wheels on it. "mummy, look its a bike!"

alessia chuckled at your excitement, "now you can go on your bike around the training ground and it even has a little seat for esme at the back look"

another gasp came from you as you inspected the small seat at the back, immediately taking your esme the elephant from her seat next to your mummy on the couch and sitting her in the seat, strapping her in with the little straps. "i think she likes it" you grinned as your mummy and leah couldn't help but smile.

the unwrapping continued, and the room grew messier by the minute as paper, ribbons, and bows scattered everywhere. your face lit up with every new gift—a new colouring book and proper pen - much to your mums distaste you not having the best history with pens, a couple new barbie dolls, and the pièce de résistance: a barbie dream house for all your barbie’s to live in.

"look!" you exclaimed, opening the tiny windows and doors. "it's perfect!"

leah and alessia shared a secret smile. they had spent hours assembling it together over the previous week, complete with tiny furniture and little house accsessories. but seeing your reaction made all the patience testing parts worth it.

once all the gifts were unwrapped, alessia stood up and stretched, "who wants breakfast?" you jumping up and down repeating 'me, me' as your mummy smiled.

"i want christmas tree pancakes!" you declared, still hopping up and down, alessia's eyebrows rising in surprise before nodding, "your wish is my command, lovie" your mummy grinned as you cheered watching as your mummy spun on her heels, her coffee cup still in her hand as she made her way to the kitchen.

while alessia whisked the batter and expertly shaped it into christmas tree just like you has asked, you and leah were pouring syrup into a little jug and arranging strawberries into neat piles on each plate - well, leah was, you mostly were just sat on the counter top swinging your legs back and forth as every few strawberries placed on the plate, one ended up in your mouth.

the three of you, sitting down at the table digging into breakfast as small stifled laughs could be heard from leah and alessia at how fast your pancakes disappeared quicker than they could be refilled.

"mummy,' you said suddenly, looking between alessia and leah, "i think santa missed something off my list" as the words left your lips a flash of worry washed over alessia's face, she had tried to make as much of your list possible as she could. a wave of mum guilt flooding her body at the thought of missing something.

"has he?" alessia asked intrigued, putting her fork down on her plate as she listened. leah also listening as she knew how much effort alessia had put into making the festive time special for you.

you nodded as you took a sip of your juice, "yep, i asked him about arsenal winning the league but there still second." you told your mummy as a short sigh left her lips in relief, that wasn't something that was entirely in her hands and it wasn't exactly something she could buy from the shops.

alessia sat for a moment trying to come up with a reason as to why santa hadn't brought you that before leah spoke up, "but lovie the season hasn't ended yet, arsenal can still win it" you gazed over a little confused as to why you couldn't just have arsenal win the league for christmas.

leah begining to explain it in the best way she could so that you would understand it, but that led to an onslaught of questions of 'why'.

a small part of alessia was slilently cheering for the fact she didnt have to answer each and every single one of your 'why's' at it really made you realise how much thought went into small things.

leah pausing for a second to help wash her plate as alessia was making her second coffee of the morning, you more than likely thinking of another question to ask leah when she came back. leah leaning into alessia, "we are going to do everything we can to try and win that league for her" leah whispered in alessia's ear as she agreed.

leah quickly placing a quick kiss to alessia's cheek as she breathed a relaxed sigh, her heart feeling as if it was about to burst to seeing how much leah cared for you just as much as alessia did, really made alessia fall more and more in love with the blonde - if at this stage it was even humanly possible to do so.

the rest of the day was a whirlwind of joy, you had gotten your answers to why santa hadn't brought you arsenal winning the league - putting it down to the fact that santa mustn't of had time yet to talk to the footballing gods. after breakfast you were quick to rush your mummy and leah into warm coats, scarfs and gloves so you could head outside on your new bike.

you just going around the streets of where you lived but soon enough with a little help from your mummy since leah said she may not be the best to help on a bike.. you finally got it and were riding the bike yourself with the help of the training wheels.

"look, mummy i’m doing it!" you squealed as you rode down the path yourself, pedelling away as your mummy cheered you on with encouragement.

"you may need to ask lovie for some lessons" alessia teased with a smug smile, bumping leah's shoulder who just scoffed giving her girlfriend a playful glare as she shoved her back.

leah and alessia walked down the street, holding hands as they watched you grow more and more with confidence on your bike, a festive joy filling the streets as the moment felt peaceful, like time had slowed down just for them.

"i don't think i've ever felt this happy" alessia whispered as she leant her head against leah's shoulder a smile hadn't left her lips the whole morning watching you with such excitment being surrounded by those who she loved, the day for alessia couldn't get any better.

"me neither," leah replied, her voice soft. alessia opening her mouth to say something else but quickly seeing you on your bike coming toward the two at some speed.

"i- lovie! slow down" alessia quickly called out, "the breaks lovie- use them" your mummy rushed out but it was no use, you barralled into the legs of your mummy as she stumped backwards - to leah surprise alessia didn’t fall over as you just giggled out a sorry. leah trying her best to stop the laugh that so despeerately wanting to slip from her lips.

"what did you say before, i should ask-" leah began but the glare she got from her girlfriend was enough to stop her in her tracks as alessia kneeled down to your height.

"lovie, i think we need to teach you to use the breaks-"

once they returned home, and you had learnt how to use the breaks on your bike. the evening was spent snuggled up on the couch watching the tv as three mugs of hot chocolate dressed the coffee table with mashmellows and whipped cream. you curled up between them, your head resting on your mummy's chest you having not made it past the first twenty minutes of the film, clutching onto your esme the elephant.

the credits starting to roll as the room grew quiet, alessia looking over at leah smiling, "i think this has been the best christmas" alessia admitted, leah's brow furrowing waiting for the blonde to elaborate.

"just it being you, me and lovie. it was just the perfect christmas all together" alessia shrugged as leah leaned over to kiss her temple, her smile mirroring alessia's "the first of many together"

#alessia russo x y/n #alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #woso community #woso x reader #woso #woso imagine #woso blurbs #arsenal wfc #arsenal women #awfc #woso fanfics #grumpy universe asks #grumpy universe #twelve days of lana #enwoso

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The worst ending 12 : A Shattered Promise

The worst ending 11 | The worst ending 13

Yandere Kalim Al-Asim x GN!Reader

A/N : Sorry for posting a day late, I was actually busy so the update was late even though no one was waiting.

As I said, I'm running out of ideas, but I'm not giving up!? And the good news is I'm almost done with Jamil's draft yayyyyyy The bad news is my mom is looking at my blog..

Warning : This story contains themes of tragedy , loss , and emotional distress. It explores the bond between a caregiver and a child , ending with an unexpected and heart-wrenching death.

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English is not my first language.

When you first found the boy, he was silent. He didn’t cry or speak, just stared at you with wide, curious eyes. He was small and delicate, with a bright, radiant smile that lit up his face whenever you looked at him. It was that smile that made you heart ache with a desire to protect him.

“ You need a name. ” you murmured, brushing his soft hair back. “ How about…Kalim? ”

He tilted his head, the smile growing wider as though he understood.

“ Yes. ” you said softly, you own lips curling into a smile. “ That’s your name now, Kalim. ”

For the first few days, he didn’t speak a word. He communicated with gestures, pointing at what he wanted or tugging at you sleeve when he needed you attention. you was patient, teaching him slowly how to talk , walk , and understand the world around him.

The first time he spoke, it was your name. “ y/n ” he said, his voice small and hesitant but filled with warmth. Tears welled in you eyes as you hugged him tightly, overwhelmed by pride and love.

Kalim was a bright, cheerful child who could bring life to even the dullest of days. His optimism was infectious, and his laughter filled you small home with joy.

“ Look, y/n! ” he called one morning, holding up a crayon drawing he had made. It was a mess of colors, with two stick figures in the center. “ That’s you and me! ”

You smiled, ruffling his hair. “ It’s beautiful, Kalim. You’re such an artist. ”

He beamed, his cheeks glowing with pride.

Despite his sweetness, Kalim had a stubborn streak. He didn’t like being told no, and he had a way of wearing you down with his persistent optimism.

“ y/n, can we have ice cream for dinner? ” he’d ask, his wide eyes shining with hope.

“ No, Kalim. Ice cream isn’t dinner. ” you reply, trying to stay firm.

“ But why not? Ice cream is the best! ”

“ Because you need real food to grow big and strong. ”

He pout for a moment, then break into a grin. “ Okay, but can we have ice cream after dinner? ”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “ We’ll see. ”

One of Kalim’s favorite places was the park. You had been hesitant to take him at first, worried he wouldn’t fit in with the other children. But to you surprise, he made friends easily, his boundless energy and friendly nature drawing others to him like a magnet.

“ Look at him go. ” you murmured, watching Kalim run around with a group of kids. He was laughing, his face glowing with pure happiness.

From that day on, the park became their weekend ritual. Kalim would spend hours playing on the swings , climbing the jungle gym , and chasing his new friends around. Sometimes, he’d drag you into his games, insisting you join him on the slides or spin him on the merry-go-round.

“ You’re the best, y/n! ” he say, hugging your tightly after a long day of play.

But Kalim’s stubbornness sometimes got the better of him. When he wanted something, he wouldn’t take no for an answer, no matter how gently you tried to explain why it wasn’t possible.

It started like any other weekend. You of them headed to the park, Kalim skipping ahead as he chattered excitedly about what games he wanted to play.

But when you arrived, you noticed the construction signs posted around one of your favorite spots—a small, quiet area where you often sat together to watch the sunset.

“ Kalim, we can’t go over there today. ” you said, pointing to the warning signs. “ It’s not safe. ”

“ But why not? ” he asked, his smile faltering.

“ They’re doing construction,” you explained gently. “ It’s dangerous. ”

Kalim frowned, his stubborn streak kicking in. “ But I want to go there! It’s the best spot in the park! ”

“ No, Kalim. ” you said firmly. “ If you’re stubborn about this, I’ll be very upset. I might even stop loving you for a little while. ”

His eyes widened, and for a moment, you thought he understood. He stayed by you side for the rest of the day, but you could tell he was sulking.

Later, as you were getting ready to leave, you realized Kalim was no longer by you side. Panic surged through your as you looked around, calling his name.

Then you heard it—his laughter, coming from the restricted construction area.

“ Kalim! ” you shouted, running toward the sound. you heart pounded as you spotted him playing near a pile of steel beams, completely unaware of the danger around him.

“ Kalim, get away from there! ” you cried, you voice shaking with fear.

He turned to you, his face lighting up with a smile. “ y/n, look! I found the best spot! ”

Before you could respond, a creaking noise filled the air. your eyes darted upward, and you stomach dropped as you saw one of the steel beams teetering precariously above him.

“ KALIM! ” you screamed, running toward him.

Without thinking, you threw yourself forward, shoving him out of the way just as the beam came crashing down.

The last thing you heard was Kalim’s scream, filled with terror and heartbreak, before everything went black.

When Kalim opened his eyes, he saw you lying beneath the beam, you body still and lifeless. For a moment, he couldn’t comprehend what had happened. Then the realization hit him like a tidal wave.

“ y/n! ” he cried, his voice breaking as he crawled toward you. “ Wake up! Please, wake up! ”

He clung to you lifeless body, sobbing uncontrollably. His cries echoed through the park, drawing the attention of nearby adults who rushed to the scene.

When the paramedics arrived, they had to pry him away from you, his small hands clinging desperately to you clothes.

“ No! Don’t take her! ” he screamed, his voice raw with anguish. “ She’s mine! She promised she’d never leave me! ”

But no amount of pleading could him bring you back.

Kalim never returned to the park after that day. The place that had once been filled with laughter and joy was now a haunting reminder of his loss.

He blamed himself for what happened, replaying you words over and over in his mind. “ If you’re stubborn, I might stop loving you. ”

“ I’m sorry, y/n... ” he would whisper to himself at night, tears streaming down his face. “ I’ll be good now. I promise.. ”

As he grew older, Kalim’s grief twisted into something darker. He became obsessed with the idea of making you proud, of proving that he could be the person you always wanted him to be. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t escape the guilt that consumed him.

In his mind, you was always with him—a ghostly presence that both comforted and tormented him. He lived for you memory, clinging to the hope that, in some way, you could still see him.

And though the world moved on, Kalim remained trapped in the past, his heart forever broken by the loss of the one person he loved more than anything.

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Santa, baby - B.T.S

TLDR: Writing a letter to Santa! This is part 2/12 of Azzie's Advent Calendar 2024!

Word count + info: 3.4k. including dialogue.

Warnings + Content Ahead: SFW! No warnings : )

Azzie Notes ✚: Day 2/12! Hope you enjoy part 2 ;)

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The twinkling Christmas tree cast a kaleidoscope of colours across the dimly lit room, its reflection dancing faintly on the windows; a cozy reminder of the chaotic decorating session just a couple of days ago. The air carried a faint hint of pine and cinnamon from a candle lit earlier. You were stretched out on the couch, your head on Ben’s lap, while your legs hung lazily over the side. His hand moved absently through your hair, the other holding the remote, cycling through the same few channels without settling on any. Outside, the Florida evening was calm as the sun began to set, the December air brushing against the windows. Ben’s leg bounced restlessly, and his off-key rendition of “Jingle Bell Rock” filled the otherwise quiet room.

“Do you ever stop moving?” you teased, your voice laced with affectionate exasperation as you nudged him in the ribs. The vibration of his laughter reverberated through your cheek, resting against his chest.

He grinned, eyes still fixed on the screen. “What do you mean? I’m perfectly still right now, doll.”

“You’re fidgeting,” you countered.

“Am not.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Your leg’s bouncing, you’re humming, and you’ve been flicking through the same channels for 10 minutes. That’s textbook fidgeting. It’s like being trapped on a merry-go-round with a very hyper elf.”

Ben tilted his head down to look at you, mock offence plastered across his face. “I’m an athlete, babe. Being in motion is my baseline, my natural state. Sitting still is unnatural for me.”

“Good thing tennis isn’t played sitting down, huh?” you shot back.

He laughed, setting the remote aside. “You’re lucky you’re cute, or I’d be deeply offended by that comment.”

“Oh, you love it,” you teased, nudging him with a grin.

He stretched his arms behind his head, smirking. “Alright, Miss Observant, what’s your excuse for being so still? You’ve barely moved all day.”

“I’m conserving energy.”

“For what? A marathon?”

“No, for dealing with you,” you quipped, making him laugh so hard his body shook beneath you.

Ben slid a hand to your waist, giving it a playful squeeze. “You’re on fire tonight. Got any more zingers, or is that it?”

“Plenty,” you teased, but the banter softened as your eyes drifted to the Christmas tree. You sighed, your voice more thoughtful now. “But seriously, I needed a lazy day. All that decorating wiped me out. My arms still ache from all that.”

“Wiped you out? I was the one dangling off ladders, risking my life for the good of the house.”

“Bryan was the one on the ladder. You just held it and moped,” you pointed out, holding back a laugh.

“Whatever,” Ben muttered, waving it off.

For a moment, the room fell into a comfortable silence, the faint crackle of the fireplace the only sound. You traced absent circles on his knee, your thoughts wandering. For a moment, you let yourself get lost in the simplicity of it all.

“What’s on your mind?” Ben's voice was quieter now, dipping into that softer register he reserved just for you.

“Christmas,” you admitted, leaning back against the couch, your gaze drifting toward the Christmas tree. “And how I have no idea what to get you.”

He blinked, surprised. “You’re stressin' over gettin' me a gift?”

“Of course I am! You’re impossible to shop for. You already have everything.”

He laughed, his amusement genuine. “That’s not true.”

“Name one thing you don’t have that you want,” you challenged, crossing your arms.

Ben opened his mouth but stopped short, thinking. “Okay, you’ve got a point.”

You groaned, flopping back dramatically. “This is a disaster.”

“Relax,” he said, rubbing you soothingly. “It’s not about the gifts anyway. Just being here together is enough.”

You rolled your eyes, but his sincerity made your heart squeeze. “That’s sweet and all, but it doesn’t solve my problem. You’re not the one shopping for a millionaire.”

Ben smirked. “Well, I'm already sorted, you’re not exactly hard to shop for, you know. You’ve got, like, three weaknesses: coffee, books, and anything fuzzy. Oh, or candles! You're more like an old lady.”

You laughed despite yourself. “Okay, Mr. Know-It-All. What’s your weakness?”

He paused, a teasing smile creeping onto his face. “You.”

You rolled your eyes, groaning. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious!” he said, leaning closer. “That’s why I don’t need anything else. I’ve already got the best gift.”

You buried your face in your hands. “Stop. You’re being so corny right now.”

Ben laughed, prying your hands away gently. “Alright, alright. If it helps, I have an idea.”

You raised an eyebrow warily. “This better be good.”

“When Emma and I were kids, my parents made us write letters to Santa every year,” he began, his grin turning playful. “It was Mom’s way of making sure we got what we wanted without spoiling the surprise. They’d pretend to send them to Santa, but really, they’d just use the lists to figure out what to buy us.”

“That’s sneaky!” you laughed.

“Right?” Ben leaned forward, conspiratorially. “And get this, by the time we were in high school, they stopped hiding it. Mom would literally say, ‘Write your letter, or you’re getting socks and a gift card.’” He shook his head, amused. “So, every year, Emma and I would sit at this exact table, armed with glitter pens and too much sugar, writing our letters.”

“Let me guess,” you sighed before continuing, “You want us to write Santa letters?”

“Exactly!” Ben said, his eyes lighting up. “We write our letters, swap them, and boom, your problem is solved, Santa's got it all under control then! This is basically charity work on my end.”

“You do realise Santa isn’t real, right?”

He gasped, looking down at you with a frown, jutting out his bottom lip a bit. “Take it back.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Fine. But I’m holding you to this.”

“Deal!” Ben shot up from the couch, returning moments later, arms overflowing with an assortment of supplies: colourful markers, pens, paper, glue sticks, and glitter pots that sparkled like tiny treasure chests.

“You had this ready to go?” you asked, amused.

“Nope,” he said, plopping everything onto the coffee table. “But if we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.”

At first, you felt out of place. Ben dived in enthusiastically, sketching haphazard snowflakes and slapping on Santa stickers without a second thought. Meanwhile, you stared at your blank sheet of paper, the sheer amount of options making you hesitate.

“You overthinkin' already?” he teased, glancing at you with a smirk.

“No,” you lied, picking up a red marker and drawing a tentative candy cane border.

“Babe, it’s not an exam. Just have fun with it. No rules, no judgment. Just channel your inner kid and tell Santa what you want.”

His carefree attitude was contagious, and soon, you found yourself leaning into the chaos. The table transformed into a colourful mess of spilt glitter and scattered craft supplies, the two of you laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. Now and then you'd look up to see how he's coming along, only to find his head down, tongue poking out while holding an arsenal of different things in his hands. Ben was uncapping a red marker and beginning to scrawl his name across the top of his page in giant block letters one minute and then drawing messy swirls with glitter pens the next. Slowly but surely, you found yourself getting into it. The glitter, the colours, the silly doodles, it all felt so carefree like you were a kid again.

You couldn’t help but smile, picturing a younger Ben and Emma hunched over the same table, bickering about markers or laughing over lopsided drawings. There was a warmth in his voice as he spoke about it earlier, a nostalgia that wrapped around you like the soft glow of the Christmas lights.

“I think I just glued my sleeve to the table,” you mumbled, holding up your arm to reveal a rogue patch of glitter glue.

Ben burst out laughing. “That’s commitment. Santa’s gonna be impressed.”

As you settled into the groove, the sound of footsteps approached, and Ben’s mom appeared in the doorway.

“Well, what’s all this?” Lisa asked, her tone warm and amused.

“Mom!” Ben said, his face lighting up. “We’re writing letters to Santa.”

“Looks like you two are making a mess,” she teased, stepping closer.

“A festive mess,” Ben corrected, grinning.

Lisa shook her head fondly, holding up a tray. “I was going to wait until after dinner, but I thought you might like to try my test batch of sugar cookies now.” She placed the plate in the centre of the table, the smell of vanilla and butter filling the air.

“Cookies!” Ben reached for one, but Lisa smacked his hand lightly.

“After you finish your letters,” she scolded gently.

She lingered, peeking over your shoulder. “That’s beautiful,” she said softly, admiring your delicate handwriting and neatly drawn candy canes and soft glitter snowflakes.

“Thank you,” you said, blushing slightly under her praise.

Then her eyes shifted to Ben’s card, and her eyebrows shot up. His paper was a riot of colours, glitter, and stickers layered on top of each other, with a barely legible scrawl in the middle.

“Maximalist, are we?” she teased, suppressing a laugh.

“Uh, Santa likes effort,” Ben sassed, unbothered.

Lisa placed a hand over her chest, her voice softening. “This reminds me of when you and Emma were kids. Seeing this…” She trailed off, her eyes glistening. “It’s just nice to see you both so happy.”

“Mom,” Ben said, his teasing tone gentling.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Lisa said quickly, brushing her eyes before stepping out of the room, not before taking another small look again.

You glanced at Ben, who gave you a sheepish smile. “She gets emotional during the holidays.”

“Can you blame her?” you said softly. “Seeing you like this must be a Christmas miracle.”

Ben rolled his eyes, though his grin gave him away. “Oh, come on. I’m not that bad.”

You tilted your head, pretending to think it over. “Hmm, well, maybe she’s just proud of how creative you are,” you teased, gesturing toward the chaotic swirl of colours and glitter on his letter.

“Or she’s worried I’ll turn the table into a giant art project,” he quipped, nudging his letter to the side. Then his gaze shifted, curious but soft. “What about you? What’d you make?”

You hesitated for a moment, the neat edges of your letter feeling impossibly small under his curious stare. “It’s... nothing too special,” you murmured, pushing the letter toward him. “Here. You first.”

Ben set down his chaotic masterpiece and took your letter carefully, as if it might disintegrate in his hands. He studied the neat candy cane and holly border framing the card, his fingers running over the soft dusting of glitter.

“Wow,” he said, letting out a low whistle as he opened it. “This is… insanely good. Like, you actually have artistic talent. Are you sure you haven’t been secretly working on this for years?”

You laughed, brushing a stray curl behind his ear. “Promise. This is a one-night debut.”

Ben’s eyes scanned the page, his lips curling up as he read.

Dear Santa, I hope this letter finds you well and not too stressed with all the preparations. It’s been a long time since I’ve written to you, but this year feels like a good one to start again. You have Ben to thank for inspiring me. Here’s my wish list, if you have room on the sleigh: • A new bottle of my favourite perfume, it’s been my go-to for years, but it’s running low. • A seat close to the court for Ben’s matches, no matter where they take us. • Wins for Ben, but only if they make him as happy as he makes everyone else. His joy's important! • To spend Christmas every year with the people who mean the most to me. • And maybe, just maybe, some snow… even if it’s just for a day. I hope that isn't too demanding of me to ask. This whole year has been like a present in itself so thank you for this gift, Santa. I promise to leave you extra cookies and milk this year. Oh, and a carrot for the reindeer too. Have a Merry Christmas!

When he finished, he folded the letter carefully, placing it back on the table like it was fragile. His smile softened, full of warmth. “Short, sweet, and not demanding. Very you.”

“Not everyone needs glitter explosions and twenty stickers on one page,” you teased, gesturing at his card.

“Hey,” he protested, a grin breaking through. “My card has personality.”

“It has something, alright,” you said, laughing.

Ben reached over and kissed your temple, lingering for a moment. “Seriously, though. This is perfect. Especially the part about being in the stands. That… that means a lot to me.”

“Of course,” you said, your voice dropping as you nudged his shoulder. “I’ll always be there for you, Ben.”

Ben softened for a moment before he looked down at his card. “Good. Now it’s your turn.” He slid his card across the table with a flourish. “Prepare to be dazzled.”

You picked up the card, struggling to keep your laughter in. The front was pure Ben: layers of stickers, tennis balls, Santa hats, random stars, glitter glue that hadn’t dried evenly, and doodles that vaguely resembled a reindeer.

“Wow,” you said, biting back a grin. “This is… a lot.”

“Flip it over!” he encouraged, his eyes sparkling.

You turned it over, and while the inside was just as chaotic visually, the words stopped you in your tracks. Ben’s letter wasn’t just a list, it was a peek into his heart. The colourful chaos on the page mirrored his playful spirit, but it was the words that tugged at you. His handwriting was large and uneven, the kind you knew he didn’t try to perfect because he didn’t need to impress anyone. In the corner, a sketch of a wobbly reindeer pranced next to a crooked sleigh. Glitter was scattered across the page, probably unintentionally, because there were smudges where his hand must have dragged through wet glue.

Still, there was something so endearing about the effort he’d put into it, and you couldn’t help but smile as you read:

Dear Santa, Hey, it’s Ben. How's the year been? Hope things are good up at the North Pole, though I imagine it’s pretty busy. Don’t worry, I’ll keep it quick since my list has grown a bit since last year. • A solid serve under pressure. Dad’s always saying I need to keep my calm when the moment gets big. Maybe sprinkle some magic dust on my game? Nothing crazy, I like earning it but just imagine it: an extra inch or two at 140 miles an hour, and Dad finally stops giving me grief about it. That’d be a Christmas miracle. • Speaking of Dad, can we get him a steady heart? He puts so much into us, Santa. It’d be great if he could stress a little less, even when he’s watching me blow a tiebreak. • More chances to make people smile. I’ve realised it’s one of the best parts of what I do. Winning feels great, sure, but seeing someone’s day light up? That’s better. • A little extra time. Life moves fast, Santa. Maybe slow it down just enough to enjoy the small things like the quiet moments that matter the most. • A hug for my family. Even when I’m not home, I hope they know they’re the real MVPs holding the fort down here. • Sunshine. Not for me, we’ve got plenty here but for when I’m on tour, so I can carry it with me wherever I go. • That one racket. You know the one. I saw it last week and didn’t want to splurge because technically I don’t need it, but man, it’d be fun to use. (Do elves do sporting goods? Asking for a friend.) • Happiness for her. You know who I mean. She’s the best thing that’s happened to me, and if you could help me make this Christmas together extra special, I’d owe you big time. Just a little more of this, hanging out, laughing, making her smile. That’s all I need, really. • More evenings like tonight. The simple ones, where everything feels right and nothing else matters. That’s all I’ve got! No pressure, whatever you can manage is fine by me. I’ll leave the cookies to Mom, though. She always makes extras if you swing by. The sugar cookies seem pretty good this year, if you ask me. Merry Christmas to you, Mrs. Claus, and the reindeer. Don’t work too hard! - Ben. P.S. If you’ve got any extra luck lying around, maybe sprinkle some on my forehand. Just saying.

You finished reading, your hands trembling slightly, heart fuller than you’d expected from such a chaotic-looking letter. When you looked up, Ben was watching you, his expression soft and unguarded.

“Ben…” you started, your voice catching. “This is so-”

“Too much?” he interrupted quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know it’s kind of a mess, but-”

“It’s perfect,” you cut him off, shaking your head. “It’s so you. Honest, sweet, and kind of all over the place, but that’s what makes it perfect.”

Relief flickered in his eyes, and his lips quirked into a crooked smile. “You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”

“No,” you said, folding the letter carefully and placing it back on the table. “I mean it. Especially the part about making my Christmas extra special. You’re already doing that, you know.”

His grin softened into something more tender, and he leaned over to brush a kiss against your cheek. “You’re my favourite part of the holidays, you know. Don’t tell Santa.”

You giggled, the warm flush of affection spreading through you. “I think he already knows.”

Ben chuckled, leaning back slightly, his hand casually resting on the curve of your knee. The room fell quiet for a moment as the festive glow of the lights filled the space, but then you sighed, breaking the silence as you scanned over his letter again.

“Ben, this is beautiful and everything, but…” You gestured at his letter, exasperated. “It’s also completely unhelpful. I’m still totally lost on what to get you!”

His grin widened into that mischievous smirk you knew too well. “I already told you. You don’t need to get me anything!”

“Well, don’t be sad if I’m stood under the Christmas tree in nothing but a bow,” you teased, scoffing.

Ben’s eyes lit up as he laughed, leaning in closer. “Sad? I’d call that the best Christmas gift ever! If you’re offering, I wouldn’t mind-”

“Benjamin Shelton!” you gasped, smacking his arm before he could finish whatever undoubtedly dirty thought was forming.

He burst out laughing, holding up his hands in surrender. “Alright! I’ll behave… sort of.”

“Good,” you huffed with a playful smile tugging at your lips.

Ben shook his head, still grinning, and slid an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “I’m serious, though, don’t stress about it. You know me better than anyone. Whatever you pick, I’ll love it, because it’s from you. That’s all that matters to me.”

You sighed, resting your head against his chest, letting his heartbeat and the soft glow of the Christmas lights settle your nerves. “You make everything sound so simple.”

“That's because it is simple,” he said, pressing a kiss to your hair. “You being here is the best part of Christmas. The rest? It’s just other little things. Maybe I already have everything I need,” he added softly, his voice suddenly more sincere.

You froze for a moment, your heart catching at the honesty in his tone. “Ben…”

“Don’t make that face,” he said quickly, pulling back with a sheepish smile. “I’m just saying, you bein' here for Christmas? That’s already enough for me.”

You stared at him, unsure whether to laugh or cry. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And yet, you still love me,” he teased, nudging you with his shoulder.

“Debatable,” you shot back, though your smile betrayed you.

Your eyes drifted back to his letter, your gaze lingering on the line: "More evenings like tonight." It wasn’t flashy or materialistic, and that’s what made it hit even harder. For all his teasing and jokes, Ben wasn’t asking for anything extravagant, just more moments like this, where everything felt simple and good.

And for the first time tonight, you started to believe he might be right.

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6-3-2-9-6-2-12-9-2-13-7-6 · 2 months ago

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#merry go round #メリゴ #merrygoround #真 #hideno #scan & edit: 6-3-2=9-6-2=12-9-2=13-7-6 #shoxx 108

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tiedyeflannels · 6 months ago

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Never Let You Go

Park Jimin x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Pt.1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 -- Masterlist

Genre: Angst to fluff

A/N: Yo! Not gonna lie, I thought this was going to be the last part, but I guess there'll be one more! Haha! Anyways... Enjoy!

“Hey, Chim! Though it’s the 12th here, it’s technically your birthday back home, so… Happy Birthday! I hope you’re doing well. Sorry I can’t be there for your birthday, but I did get you a gift so make sure to ask Hobi about that, lol! Anyways, stay safe and healthy. I love you!” Sent 8:07 am, October 12th, 2022.

“Congratulations on your Billboard #1!! I am so, incredibly proud of you!! I remember being with you when you were working on the album and all of those sleepless nights you spent in the studio and I’m so glad that your hard work is being recognized the way it should be! I also saw a performance of yours and you looked so cool! I’ll be rooting for you, fighting!!” Sent 12:42 pm, May 1st, 2023.

“Hey, I thought that I would send you message before you go into the military. I know you guys were dreading it, but it’ll pass in no time, so keep your head up! I texted the others to wish them luck in their service, too. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to be there to see you off, but I’ll see you soon! Be safe, stay healthy, and do your best, which I know you always do! Good luck!” Sent 10:48 am, December 10th, 2023.

“Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, Jimin! I hope you’re well. How’s life been treating you so far? Are you excited for the new year? I been doing well over here. I definitely am a little homesick, but I’ve made some really nice friends over the year, so it’s been fun. I’ve talked to the others, and they said that you’ve been doing well so that’s a relief to hear, but I’d love to hear from you. I’ll be here for you, just send a text, okay? Miss you lots…” Sent 11:11 pm, January 2nd, 2024.

“Hey, Jimin. Uh… I’ll be coming home in a week. I’m excited to see you guys! I-”

I stopped typing I looked at the last text I sent.

“I miss you…" Sent December 25, 2024”.

It had been a week since I sent that, and it was still unread. I scrolled through all of the texts I sent throughout the two years since we had the argument and I had moved, making me heavily sigh.

I deleted what I was writing, figuring that I was starting to lose the energy to keep this up. I sat up and shook my head as I went back to packing my apartment up before going back home early next week. I really can’t believe him…

“Dude. I just got off the plane. I’m on my way to grab my bag. What do you need because you called me six times,” I asked as I approached the luggage carousel as bags started to appear.

“Oh, nothing! I just wanted talk to you,” Jin said happily and I could practically hear the smile in his voice.

I quietly chuckled and shook my head as I watched others take their luggage and waited to see my suitcase.

“Anyway, we sent a car over to pick you up from the airport, so be on the lookout for our driver, okay?”

I nodded, though he couldn’t see me and approached the carousel once I saw my bag making its round.

“That’s sweet, thanks- hold on,” I said, sliding my phone in my coat pocket before getting hold of the suitcase handle and hauling it out of the carousel. Standing it up and pulling the handle up, I started to walk toward the ‘ground transport’ area.

“Anyway, thank you! You didn’t have to do that. I could have ridden the bus home.”

“It was no problem at all! Actually Hobi wanted to make sure you got home safe, so the idea was mainly his.”

I smiled at the concern.

“Aww! Then I’ll make sure to thank him when I get home.”

I followed the crowd as I neared the doors and saw the line of cars outside. I looked around the area to see if I could spot their driver, Mr. Choi, and a man holding a sign with my name written on it with Hobi’s handwriting. I laughed at how unreadable it was, but approached him nonetheless.

Mr. Choi bowed in greeting as I smiled and he led me outside to where the car was stationed. “I should let you go. I found you driver and I’ll be heading home. I’ll stop by to see you you and Hobi tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay! See you soon, bye~” Jin sang before he hung up.

We approached the car and Mr. Choi grabbed my bag to put in the back as the side door of the black van opened and I got in and took a seat on the left side, behind the driver’s seat.

Once situated and Mr. Choi started the car, I turned on my phone and opened Hobi’s contacted as I started typing a ‘thank you’ for sending a car to get me before a voice in the front seat interrupted me.

��So, how was your trip?”

My head shot up as I saw Jin back with a smirk on his face.

I gasped, “You came to pick me up!?” I brought my hands up to cover my mouth in surprise while he laughed and nodded.

“Yeah… I wasn’t the only one that wanted to see you…”

He glanced to the side and raised his eyebrows, hinting at something. My brows furrowed before I heard a happy “Hey, Y/n” from the back seat, making me whip my head at the voice to see Hobi sitting behind me.

“Hobi,” I happily squealed as he made his way forward and into the seat next to mine. I reached over and gave him an excited hug, happy that two of my friends came to pick me up.

“I was just going to text you! How are you guys?”

Hobi buckled him self in as the car started to move, “Good! We wanted to come surprise you.”

I smiled, looking between both of them, “Thank you, that’s sweet! How was that military, by the way?”

They both groaned, which made me chuckled as it reminded me how much the dreaded enlisting.

“Ugh! It was boring and I couldn’t do anything I wanted,” Jin whined.

“Yeah, and I missed the members and ARMY,” Hobi agreed and I nodded.

“Well, you certainly didn’t change at all,” I said.

“Of course we wouldn’t. It was just work we needed to do, but you,” Jin drawed out, pointing a finger at me and gestured to my hair, “Certainly have!”

“Yeah, you look different,” Hobi joined. I playfully rolled my eyes, “It’s just a different hair cut, guys. It’s nothing.”

Jin hummed skeptical, “Was this little decision because of a certain someone?”

Knowing he was talking about Jimin, I sighed and fell back in my seat, “No. It was just something I wanted to try out.”

Hobi’s eyes softened as he looked at me, “Did you ever get to talk to him about what happened?”

I looked down at my hands resting on my lap and sadly shook my head. “No,” I sighed, thinking of everything I did trying to get him to talk to me. “Looking back, I, maybe, tried too hard to get him to talk to me.”

“He wouldn’t talk to us about the situation either,” Hobi, stated as he sunk into his seat.

Jin crossed his arms and disappointedly shook his head in the front seat, “Yeah. He wouldn’t budge anytime one of brought up that he should, at least, talk about what happened.”

A sad smile graced my lips briefly before I rolled my eyes, emotionally exhausted by this whole situation.

“Maybe I should've given up the first time he said that we were over,” I mumbled as I turned to look outside the window and watch the cars pass.

“Listen, he could still come around. Jimin comes out of the military in June,” Hobi tried to look at the positives.

“Mhm. And if he doesn’t talk to you, we’ll hold it over him for the rest of his days,” Jin said, nodding securely as if that was the final decision.

I chuckled quietly and nodded at their statements, though I wasn’t sure how true they would reign. Would Jimin want to talk after the military? Could this be fixed or am I fooling myself?

I sighed, “I guess we’ll see…”

Part 3

#bts fic #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bangtan #bts #bts fanfic #bts x you #park jimin #jimin angst #jimin x reader #park jimin x reader #bts jimin #jimin

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librawritesstuff · 6 months ago

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In the spirit of the holiday season, I present to you all:

All I Want For Christmas (Is For Morse to Finally Make a Move On Me) (Joan)

Last Christmas (Was the Same As The Year Before. And the Year Before That.: Worked Until Midnight, Then Drank Myself Asleep)

This Christmas (Did You Not Listen to the Previous Track?!?!)

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year (*exasperated chuff*)

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas (But Maybe Don’t Use Tinsel On The Evidence Board Instead of String, Boys?) Strange

I'll Be Home For Christmas (Solely From Guilt, Most Likely Sleeping in the Lumber Room) Feat. Gwen

Baby, It's Cold Outside (Because I Wear The Same Crappy Car Coat All Year Round)

Do You Hear What I Hear? / That One Church Bell Is Slightly Flat (Feat. Peter Jakes)

Santa Claus Is Coming To Town / And He Best Not Be Bringing Any of That London Business to Oxford, If He Knows What’s Good For Him (Fred)

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? And Will the Police Need to Get Involved?

The Twelve Days of Christmas (Dear God, try to properly staff a police station when everyone wants a holiday. Whatever happened to duty?) Bright

Silent Night (Except For The Occasional Gunshot)

Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer (A Hoof to the Head, or, In This Particularly Gruesome Circumstance , Matriarchal Death By Ungulate, Genus: Rangifer) Max

We Need a Little Christmas (No, We Don’t, Actually)

What a Wonderful World (Is It, George? Is It Really?)

Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree (Is That Really Proper Behaviour to Celebrate the Birth of Our Lord? Damned Impertinent of This Generation) Bright

You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch (Maybe I Like Grinches?) Shirley

Do You Want to Build a Snowman? (Not Without the Proper Paperwork, Matey) Strange

The First Noel (Two More and They Pull Your License)

There's No Place Like Home For The Holidays (Except If You Grew Up in Lincolnshire With People Like Cyril and Gwen)

I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day (And That Swot Morse Keeps Insisting One is Flat) Feat. Peter Jakes

Hark! The Herald Angels Sing! (Violating the Oxford City Noise Ordinance #318(C)2(e)(1) subsection 16, £12 fine)

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (That’s an Order, Morse. Go home!) Feat. Fred Thursday.

(With thanks to @too-antigonish for assistance with mixtape compilation)

#shaun evans #endeavour morse #endeavourtv #a very Endeavour Christmas album #because why not incorporate melancholy and angst into this joyous holiday season?#available now to download or on CD or vinyl LP for you purists

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salford-blues · 1 year ago

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Dressed to impress

A/n: I am so not ready to go back to Uni. So fics might slow down a bit because this semester might take a toll on me haha.

Pairing: F1 grid x driver!reader Summary: Y/N shows off her little family to the world, in which they're all dressed to impress. Well most of them are <33 Warnings: like a swear word

@yourusername and @l/nandcompany

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My new account for my little companions! Just a fun little account for my many pets.

Left - Thackery (12), Middle - Cosmic Creepers (8), Right - Oogie Boogie (8)

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alex_albon booooooo!! Just trying to copy now 👎

> yourusername i cant just let their cuteness go to waste

>> alex_albon you know what... fairs. Cossie is very cute

User.1 eeeeeee soso cute

User.2 Thackery doesn't look very happy

> yourusername that because Alex didn't bring is favourite treat...

>> alex_albon heeyy i forgot!! Tell him I'm sorry. pleassee

>>> yourusername he said he'll forgive if you bring him some next time!

>>>> alex_albon deal!!

landonorris do NOT let Cosmic Creepers fool you. He may be cute, but he's possessed. I'm telling you

> oscarpiastri dramatic, and for what?

@l/nandcompany and @yourusername

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Omg, I've never looked so good...

Left - Kismet (9), Middle - Itchy (3), Right - Knuckles (1)

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User.3 how do you come up with these names???

> yourusername most of them are named after characters!!!

charles_leclerc hahaha... veryyy funny caption

> yourusername knew you'd like it

User.4 how many pets do you have?

> yourusername faaarr too many.

User.5 surely this is animal abuse...

User.6 Why does she have a hedgehog?? I thought they were illegal in some states

> yourusername 1. I rescued him and 2. not everyone lives in the states babes <33 but thanks for the concern

@l/nandcompany and @yourusername

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Having a fursome time. Managed to snag a pic before Diablo fought the camera. 🐾

Left - Diablo (3), Middle - Meeko (2), Right - Prometheus (5)

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User.6 Diablo looks very cool.

> yourusername Diablo likes to tell people to 'fuck off'... wonder were he got that from

>> yourusername looking at you @liamlawson30 👀👀

>>> liamlawson30 don't know what you're on about 😤

>>>> yourusername sure you don't. Just like you don't remember teaching him to attack people when they're smacking their lips.

>>>>> User.12 that is a very valid reason to attack someone

logansargeant look how sophisticated Meeko looks

> yourusername oh wow, that's a big word coming from you

>> logansargeant i try to be nice and this is what i get in return...

>>> oscarpiastri yh but you're american. it's why you get bullied

roscoelovescoco whens cans I's comes round agains?

> yourusername soon Roscoe!! Prometheus and Itchy miss you

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We wish you a merry christmas and aaaaa happpyyyy newwwww yeaaarrrr 🎄🎄🎄

Left - Ankyl (6), Middle - Bandersnatch (2), Right - Scorchito (2)

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User.7 why are all these animals so cuuutteeee

User.8 cuteness overload... think I'm gonna die

User.9 Ankyl isn't very christmassy

> yourusername I couldn't find his christmas picture, so I had to put his halloween one up instead

porschef1 hmmm meet and greet when??

*yourusername liked comment*

User.10 do any of them have a favourite person/driver? do any of the hate one of the drivers?

> yourusername yes and yes!! some examples: all of the cats HATE Lando, but Itchy loves him. The cats like Oscar, Alex, Liam, George etc. The ferrets are fond of Fred Vesti and Charles. The bird likes noone... he will attack at any point. ESPECIALLY when you're singing. He's a very naughty boy and we can blame Liam for that.

>> User.11 Liam and Lando catching strays left, right and centre.

maxfewtrell Lando looks like he might cry. Keep talking

> yourusername well I'll send Itchy his way. That'll cheer him up

>> landonorris thanks gonna keep him now

>>> yourusername right... grounded for 3 months.

>>>> landonorris 3 MONTHS???? WHY???

>>>>> yourusername cause the cats told me to

>>>>>> landonorris this is bullying!!

@yourusername and @l/nandcompany

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User.13 awweee he's so fluffy!!

oscarpiastri I want to be the first one to meet him

> mickschumacher too late...

>> oscarpiastri I SAW THAT

>>> oscarpiastri NNOOOOOO

User.14 wait Mick was the first to meet him? Awweee

> logansargeant NO not 'awweee'. Why was Mick the first one Birdie?? Why not me? Why not Oscar? Do you not love us?

>> yourusername why so dramatic? Can we appreciate Koda's cuteness instead ta

mickschumacher so cute!! Can't wait to meet him 💙💛

> logansargeant you can't sweet talk your way out of this Mick

>> oscarpiastri LIAARRR... count your days Mick

>>> yourusername stop threatening the poor boy or else you can join Lando

>>>> oscarpiastri no please I'll be nice. Promise 🙏

#f1 fanfic #f1 x driver!reader #f1 x female reader #formula 1 x female reader #formula 1 x reader #formula one x reader #f1 imagine

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 2 years ago

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Oooohhh! Now you got me all excited! Also welcome back! And I think I know which Scientist your talking about! (Since I’m caught up in the Anime and Manga I know cannon evil scientist Characters that would fit) and that’s okay if you don’t add in Overhaul (I just remembered how much I truly hate and despise him, like I love how Deku will give everyone a chance, but Overhaul? Seriously? The other side of the world isn’t far enough to keep him away from Eri!)

Part 12 Water 7

After Aokiji, they see a Giant Frog doing the Front Crawl, find a Train Station on the Sea, and meet Granny Kokoro, Chimney and Gonbe (Reader becomes friends with Chimney and Gonbe), then head to Water 7 to finally fix the Going Merry repaired and finally get a Shipwright (And get their gold traded in for, which Nami added Reader in for her threat for their proper sum, which Luffy and Usopp yelled at her for)

Meeting the Gally-La crew and Iceburg (She likes Iceburg, Polly *Shocking her family since Polly doesn’t exactly scream ‘friendly’* Tyrannosaurus, Iceburgs’ mouse and Hattori, Lucci’s pigeon, but is uncomfortable about Lucci and Kaku as they feels ‘off’ to her, which Gally-La tries to explain Lucci’s ‘shy’, but she still keeps her distance) though it was a shock that their money was stolen but not as badly as Usopp being attacked (And find out Robin is missing)

It’s a shock when Luffy reveals they have to get a new ship, with Luffy and Usopp fight over, only for Reader tries to use her power to fix the Merry which everyone told her ‘NO!’ (They don’t want her to use her power as she’s been using it so many times, suffering from fevers and don’t want her to think she has to always use her power to fix everything that happens) and she stayed inside as couldn’t watch the fight between Usopp and Luffy since she doesn’t want either hurt

However the next day she and her family are being chased and hunt down by the residents of Water 7 for trying to Assassinate Iceburg, however at night they finally meet CP9, who reveal themselves and have Robin with them, but before they leave, Lucci forcefully grabs Reader to take her with them since she is one of their targets for the World Government, but they must bring her alive (And collect Franky along the way)

You can change and abridged this if you want (I wanted to add in the main events, along with the Train Ride to Enies Lobby being my next request since Water 7 branches into like 3-4 different arcs and it’s just a LOT of stuff to go over)

-You had no idea what a train was, after the ship came across a train track, and Usopp and Robin were happy to show you pictures, but you were confused, “These are on land, why is this in the ocean?”

-They unfortunately couldn’t answer, as they didn’t know off the top of their head before Sanji spoke, “What’s that?” attention went out to the track and you all saw a giant toad.

-A loud whistle was heard and your eyes lit up as the train came down the tracks, straight for the toad and you shouted, worried, “Look out Mr. Toad!” the train hit and he was sent flying, making you worry.

-Everyone else was panicking as well, trying to figure out what happened until you saw a building in the distance, a train station.

-Once the ship was docked, Luffy, Sanji, Robin, and Usopp got off and met with Granny Kokoro, Chimney, and Gonbe, who explained everything about the Sea Train, and how it travels around to the various ports around in this area.

-Chimney couldn’t help but beam at you, finding a new friend in someone younger than her, and you couldn’t help but smile, after you were a little shy at first, running round playing with Gonbe.

-Luffy couldn’t help but laugh, seeing you have fun as Kokoro gave information to them about going to Water 7, a place where shipwrights were aplenty, as Merry needed some attention and Luffy like the idea of getting a shipwright on his crew.

-Once you had the direction you needed to head, you waved goodbye to your new friends and you were soon off again.

-Once docked and ready to disembark, you looked over at Zoro who was fast asleep on the deck of the ship, Nami making sure your disguise was perfect before you would disembark, “Will Zoro be okay by himself?” Nami just grinned, ruffling your hair gently, “He’ll be fine, we need to leave someone on the ship and he’ll make sure everything is safe.”

-You nodded up at her before Usopp picked you up, holding you in his arms as everyone else left the ship, everyone pairing up except for Sanji who went to go and get food.

-Nami didn’t hesitate to use you to make sure that they received a proper sum for the gold they brought in, telling those in the bank that they better not be cheating your future. You were confused, looking around with big eyes, and while not fully approving of her using you, Luffy and Usopp did agree that they better not be cheated out of anything.

-Once the briefcases of money had been obtained, you held onto Usopp’s hand, window shopping while you headed in the direction the bank worker told Luffy to go in to find a good shipwright to inspect the ship.

-Nami explained to you that they had to first inspect the ship, to find out the extent of the damage, and once that is known, then they could fix the ship.

-Iceburg was so nice to you, giving you a piece of candy after he saw you peeking out from behind Luffy’s leg. Tyrannasaurs, his pet mouse, was super cute as well, running down Iceburg’s arm to sit on the top of your head for a moment.

-Paulie was… at first he scared you, yelling at Nami and Kalifa to cover up, calling them indecent. He went to say something crude before Lucci punched the top of his head, sending him to the ground.

-Hatori then spoke, “There is a child present you dummy!” your eyes instantly turned into stars, “It talks- big brother the birdie is talking!” you tugged on Luffy’s hand as Hatori flew from Lucci’s shoulder into your opened hands, “My name is Hatori, and that’s Lucci- he’s a little shy.” Paulie grumbled lightly, rubbing the back of his head before he gave you a grin, ruffling your hair lightly, apologizing to you only, but not to Nami or Kalifa for his earlier insults.

-Your bright sparkly eyes and huge smile was so heartwarming to all of them, you looked so adorable, but you remained close to Luffy as there was something about Kalifa and Lucci, and Kaku whom you all met earlier, that made you…uneasy.

-It wasn’t like when you normally met new people, being with strangers, this was something else.

-As you all were heading back to the ship, Usopp got separated from you, Luffy, and Nami, as you had all been playing ‘get the money back from thieves’ for what felt like forever.

-When Kaku found Luffy, you and Iceberg, after Nami went to go find Usopp as he had the other half of the money, and told him that there would be no fixing Merry, tears welled in your eyes, as that was your home, you didn’t want to leave the first home you felt happy and safe in.

-Luffy was left to ponder this as Chopper and Sanji arrived back, Chopper crying that Robin is missing, you gasped, scared, as Zoro held you in his arms, as Sanji explained that he saw Robin with an unknown masked man.

-Nami then ran back to the ship, “Usopp’s been attacked!!” immediately everyone went on the defensive, listening to Nami that Usopp had been robbed and left bloody and beaten in the streets, the Franky Family, who had been the ones trying to take it earlier, were the culprits.

-Luffy rushed off immediately, not even knowing where he was going before the others were quick to follow, Zoro leaving you and Chopper on the ship.

-However, you looked at Chopper, looking scared, but determined, “We need to go help Usopp!” while initially going to deny this, going to leave it to the others, Chopper agreed and the two of you headed off the ship together, rushing towards Usopp’s location, only to find him not there and a trail of blood leading you both away from the area.

-Chopper and you found Usopp first, near death, extremely hurt and you cried, “Big brother!” your cries attracted attention of those inside the house nearby and they came out, seeing Chopper and a little child over the body of the idiot who tried to take them on himself, you crying loudly.

-Usopp was trying to calm you down, trying to tell you not to use your powers as you took his hand before a voice shouted out, “Usopp! Chopper! Y/N!!” you gasped, turning as the Franky Family came out to find out who you were, only to be taken out by Luffy, followed by Sanji and Zoro who arrived right after.

-Once the Franky House was destroyed you all went back to the ship where Usopp was bandaged up, you were sniffling, holding onto his hand, “Can’t I heal him a little?” everyone, even Usopp, told you no, not willing to risk your health.

-When Luffy announced that with what was found, you would all have to get a new ship. Usopp thought he was joking and quickly got into an argument with Luffy.

-Sanji held you close after pulling you away, your arms around his neck, trembling like a leaf, not liking your family fighting, and with Robin being missing as well, you were scared. You didn’t want to lose your home and your family.

-When Usopp challenged Luffy to a duel, saying he was going to leave otherwise, you ran over and hugged his leg, “Don’t go! I’ll-I’ll fix it- I can fix Merry so please don’t fight anymore!!”

-Usopp’s angered look fell, softening as he kneeled, brushing your tears away, but said nothing to you before pecking your forehead and he left.

-Nami held you close, trying to calm you down, “I know you want to help, Y/N, but you can’t fix everything, sometimes things change and we just have to deal with it. You’ve been using your ability a lot here lately, and each time you get a fever- that’s not healthy. We’ll be okay.”

-Luffy said nothing, upset that he had upset you, but knew this was something that had to happen.

-Several hours later, and after Nami failed to try to convince Luffy to talk things over with words, as he knew that Usopp knew when to be serious, they prepared for their fight.

-Sanji felt terrible, holding you close inside the galley as you were crying, they all said you wouldn’t be allowed to watch the fight, because they knew how upset it was going to make you, so Sanji volunteered to be the bad guy and hold you in the galley.

-You ended up crying yourself to sleep and didn’t wake until the next morning, waking up in a hotel room, and not the ship. You felt terrible, almost like you were sick, but you knew it was from crying so hard.

-You were scared to see everyone, scared to see the aftermath of the fight, but when you walked out, you weren’t prepared for Zoro grabbing you, tossing you to Luffy as everyone was shouted at to run.

-You were confused, clinging to Luffy as a bunch of people were after you, finding out that the crew was framed for trying to kill Iceburg, which made your eyes go wide, as that wasn’t true!

-You and Luffy got separated from everyone else who were trying to escape those chasing them as well as looking for the still missing Robin, after you learned that Robin was one of the people who was there when Iceburg was almost assassinated.

-You couldn’t- you wouldn’t believe Robin would do something like that and Luffy agreed, now looking for Iceburg to demand the truth from him.

-Luffy passed you off to Sanji and Chopper so he could go off and you gasped, seeing Robin who told the three of you to stop following her, confusing you.

-Robin explained there was a darkness inside of her, and if she stayed with you all, then you would all get hurt. Sanji was quick to figure it out that she was being forced to do this, probably by that masked man.

-You and Chopper ran off together, on order of Sanji, and luckily you found Luffy, Nami, and Zoro and Chopper explains what happened with Robin and what Sanji thought, that she was being forced to do this.

-After breaking into the Galley-La headquarters was quite the adventure, you remained with Nami, who was being the only smart one, while Luffy rushed in head first, as you all looked for Iceburg.

-Paulie nearly attacked Luffy after seeing him, demanding answers and Zoro arrived right after and after a brief fight, everyone fell into a room where several familiar faces were.

-Seeing the truth, Paulie ran to help Iceburg, only to be easily beaten as the truth came out, that CP9 were the ones who did the assassination attempt, looking for blueprints, but the ones that were here, were fake.

-Luffy demanded to see Robin, who wasn’t with them, and before you could blink, Lucci rushed forward, kicking Luffy hard in the stomach, sending him back into the others while grabbing you, holding you to his chest.

-You gasped, “Big brother!” before you heard the others shouting out your name. Lucci then spoke, “Y/N is wanted by the World Government, so we’re taking her along with Nico Robin.”

-Lucci handed you to Kalifa who held you close, her grip gentle but firm, as they easily took care of your family, Paulie and Iceburg.

-You were so scared you were silent, silent tears streaming down your face which did surprise the CP9 agents, they could see that your terror was genuine, making them curious if you were scared going to the World Government, that there was a story you didn’t know.

-You overheard their plans, looking for Franky, the same person who beat up Usopp and tried to attack Luffy and Nami earlier, as he would know where the blueprints would be.

-When they entered Franky’s hideout, you saw Usopp after Franky was blown through a wall, Usopp rushing over to help him and your eyes went wide, “Usopp!” he turned, seeing you and he instantly glared, “Y/N?! Let her go!!” You cried when Kaku easily dispatched him before they told both Usopp and Franky that their boss, Spandam, wanted to see them, mainly Franky, calling him Cutty Flam.

-Kalifa found you adorable, as you all headed towards the train station, as the storm was beginning to rage and you were scared, hugging her around her neck. She cooed softly, “There- there Y/N, it’s all right, this happens every year.”

-Once at the station you were surprised to see the train up so close, but you didn’t want it to happen this way. While their backs were turned, you saw Sanji peeking around the corner and he held a finger to his lips and you kept quiet.

-You learned that these people weren’t going to hurt you, as long as you behaved, which you did only out of fear, but you were scared about what was going to happen if you were handed over to the World Government.

-You were scared when Franky and Usopp were put in one car and you were taken to another, but Usopp gave you a firm nod, silently telling you to be brave, which Franky saw, respecting the care he was showing to you.

-Usopp told Franky who you were, trusting him, and Franky was stunned to learn this, as you had been in your disguise, not recognizing you, but he became determined to save you as well.

-You burst into tears as Kalifa dropped you in Robin’s lap who looked relieved to see you, “Y/N” CP9 left you and her alone as you hugged her, crying loudly over everything that had happened in the past two days.

-Robin held you close, angry that you were there, you should be safe somewhere else, as she knew what was going to happen if the government got their hands on you.

-Once she got you calmed down, after giving yourself the hiccups again, Robin tried to figure out what she was going to do, she didn’t want to put you at risk, as well as nobody else in the crew, as that was part of the deal with CP9, they would leave the crew alone if she went quietly.

-The situation was now different, as you were thrown into the mix. She didn’t know what she was going to do!!

-A tap on the window was heard and you saw a mysterious masked man with a long nose, not realizing it was Usopp but Robin did as he explained Sanji was on the train and they were going to rescue her and you both.

-Robin tried to explain that he was in great danger- they all were, before he managed to get inside, hiding under the seats while Robin lied to Corgi about someone else being in the same car.

-When a Shooting Star shot out from under the seats, Corgi was momentarily blinded before Sanji ran in, “Robin-san! Y/N!” Robin hesitated before she left you on the seat, not wanting you to be hurt and ran, “Don’t follow me- you’ll be killed if you do!”

-You hopped off the seat, running after Sanji and Usopp and you could see the tears in Robin’s eyes as she kicked Usopp back, telling him to leave her, you could see how much this was hurting her as well.

-Something happened in the car before you, as you were far behind, due to your short little legs and you were knocked off balance, hitting your head hard on the ground. You heard Sanji and Robin calling out your name in worry, before everything went black.

#luffy #eri reader #nami #nico robin #franky #chopper #zoro #sanji #usopp

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David Hume

David Hume (1711-1776) was a Scottish philosopher, writer, historian, and important figure in the Enlightenment. Hume presented a positive view of human nature but a sceptical view of religion's usefulness. His Treatise of Human Nature was later a hugely influential philosophical work, but his fame and fortune in his own lifetime came from his popular six-volume History of England.

Early Life

David Hume was born in Edinburgh, Scotland, on 7 May 1711. His parents belonged to the landed gentry, his father practising law in the Scottish capital but also owning an estate at Ninewells near Berwick-upon-Tweed. As he had an elder brother, David would be obliged to find some other profession than that of estate owner. At the age of 12, he began to study law at the University of Edinburgh. Hume was not enthused by legal studies, endured some sort of nervous breakdown in 1729, and so switched his focus to literature. In 1734, he relocated to La Flèche in northwest France to study at a Jesuit college where René Descartes (1596-1650) had once studied.

Hume's career was rather unstable. He was rejected twice in his applications to lecture at university level, both by the University of Edinburgh and the University of Glasgow, largely over concerns he was an atheist. The historian H. Chisick summarises the eventful merry-go-round of posts Hume held in his career:

He became a clerk in a company dealing in sugar; a tutor; secretary on a military expedition headed by a relative; aide-de-camp to the same relative in a military embassy to Vienna; librarian to the Faculty of Advocates of Edinburgh; and secretary to the British ambassador in Paris.

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#History #1740 #1748 #1751 #WHE #[#]

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Details about the Ianthology!

We have one cover and three summaries for the Ianthology!

Tube Strike, due for release in March

Building work on the London Underground has disturbed a nest of Weevils. The ravenous creatures are hunting for flesh. Can Torchwood One contain the feast?

The first one is set during the Torchwood One era and features Tommy from the Torchwood One range.

Missing Molly, due for release in April

Molly went missing from the estate 12 years ago. Ianto remembers it as he lived just round the corner. Only, Molly’s come back. Ianto’s just as interested as her parents in what happened to her.

Disco, due for release in May

It’s 1987 and “Disco” Jones is still dancing. Life and soul, bab, life and soul. Wednesdays is darts at The Merry Miller, Thursdays – shove ha'penny at The Boilermakers, Fridays played by ear, and Saturdays it’s the Disco at Cinderella’s. So who is Tom and why does he want to build a fence with him?

Can't wait for this one since it's going to be about Ianto's dad. From Gareth David-Lloyd: “Disco has been a long time coming. Ianto's dad has been this nameless entity so far who seems to have been quite a negative force in Ianto’s life. So, I thought it was about time that we made him a three-dimensional character and really looked to who he was and at the reasons Ianto is so affected by him.”

#torchwood #ianthology #ianto jones #big finish #rift alert #tube strike #missing molly #disco

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Little Bit Better Than I Used To Be

Catch up: Chapter 1 (Starry Eyes) || Chapter 2 (Save Our Souls) || Chapter 3 (Dancing On Glass)|| Chapter 4 (Merry-Go-Round)|| Backstage (1) || Backstage (2) || Chapter 5 (Danger)|| Backstage (3) || Chapter 6A (Love Walked In) || Chapter 6B (Without You) || Backstage (4) || Chapter 7 (Stick To Your Guns) || Chapter 8 (Time For Change) || Backstage (5) || Chapter 9 (Take Me To The Top) || Backstage (6) || Chapter 10 (Home Sweet Home) || Backstage (7) || Chapter 11a (Nightrain) || Chapter 11b (Nothing Else Matters) || Chapter 12a (Handle With Care) || Chapter 12b (I’m So Tired of Being Lonely) || Chapter 13a (Angel) || Chapter 13b (She’s My Addiction) || Chapter 13c (Patience) ||| Also posted at AO3

Chapter 14A: Where Do We Go Now?

Soundtrack: “Sweet Child O' Mine,” Guns N' Roses, 1987 [click here to listen]

She's got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place Where as a child I'd hide And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by...

Philadelphia || June 1988

Claire pushed her chair back a bit from the desk. Raised her arms. Stretched. Breathed deeply.

Reading for the eighth time the words she’d finally tapped out on the Selectric this morning, after days of rolling them around in her head.

Chief Physician

Boston Medical Center

To Whom It May Concern,

As you may be aware, I am a trauma surgeon at BMC. Twelve months ago I was placed on administrative leave by the BMC, and my medical license was suspended, pending the resolution of BMC’s internal investigation into my conduct. The investigation started by looking into a near-fatal error I committed during a surgery, and then quickly discovered that I had not only been forging prescriptions and stealing painkillers for quite some time, but also developed a severe addition to those painkillers.

As you may also be aware, I did not contest the actions taken by BMC. Subsequently I enrolled in an intensive drug rehabilitation program in North Carolina. I am happy to share that I am almost twelve months clean, having completed the program last December and successfully maintained my sobriety since then.

I have previously communicated to the Board, on several occasions, my sincere regret for what I did and my remorse for the incredible lapse of professional judgment and ethical standards I demonstrated. I repeat those regrets to you now.

Which is, in part, why I am writing you today. I wish to understand what else is required of me to return to work, in any capacity, at BMC.

Making amends for wrongs was something that Claire and Geillis had talked about a lot, during her time at The Ridge. Yes, doing that was a formal part of any 12 Step program.

But it was more than just saying sorry – it required the addict to recognize the wrongs.

To own them. To understand why they had happened, and the impact they had had on others.

Because nothing sounded more inadequate in the English language than the two words, I’m sorry.

But words matter. And this attitude shift was a crucial step on any addict’s road to recovery.

Making amends was something that Claire and Jamie had talked a lot about, too. She had seen him make amends many times, in their short time together – and quite often during their last few weeks on the road, as they traveled city to city for Print’s acoustic tour and Jamie came into contact with many people who had last seen him drunk/rude/high/demanding/hung over/acting like a total asshole during the last (disastrous) tour in ’86.

He made it a point to really talk to each person, to apologize for specific things he remembered doing. No matter if it was the venue manager, or the catering guy, or the lighting guy, or the security guard. I was a dick when I was drunk. I said terrible things. I hurt you. I’m sorry.

Two weeks ago in Chicago, he couldn’t sleep after a fucking incredible show at the old Chicago Theater. The adrenaline buzz after the show so much better than any pills or bourbon or groupie could have given him. He had tossed and turned for hours, until finally, quietly slipping out of their bed and perching in the easy chair in their suite at the Palmer House, watching Claire shift restlessly under the covers without him.

But of course, she knew when something was wrong. She woke, and turned to face him, easing up on one elbow. Watching him back. Giving him space.

When he finally spoke, it was just above a raspy whisper.

“How can you be here, Claire, when all you do is hear me talk about how awful I was to so many people?”

Her heart did break a little bit. “Because I never knew that version of you, Jamie. What I care about is who you are now.”

He sighed, breath ragged. “This shit is so fucking hard.”

“I know, baby.” Somehow she was standing beside him, and blindly he buried his face into the warm skin of her belly. She threaded her fingers in his hair, held him close as his pulse spiked.

“Deep breaths, Jamie. Focus on me. I’m here.”

He had had several panic attacks during the tour. Which could be chalked up to anything – the stress of changing hotels every day, the crush of fans and press that clustered around their tour bus when they arrived in a new city, the women who pulled down their tops in the front row at every concert, the Jack Daniels bottles and little baggies of powder left in his dressing room before the show in Wilkes-Barre.

But instead of smashing to pieces all alone, she sheltered him. He knew when to ask for help. And always found her just in time to crash against her, shaking and crying in bathroom stalls and green rooms and even once on the deserted tour bus. And each time she was so grateful for the psych rotation she’d done in med school that prepared her to help him.

But that didn’t make it any easier.

“Breathe in, Jamie. Think about how much I love you.”

He drew in a deep, sobbing breath.

“That’s right. Now exhale. I’m never going to leave you.”

He exhaled, shoulders shuddering.

“And inhale, Jamie. We can get hamburgers for breakfast again, if you want.”

He inhaled, and she felt a faint smile against her belly.

“That’s right. And out. Think about how amazing our wedding night will be.”

He exhaled. Gently bit the soft, soft skin above her bellybutton. She shivered, and smiled.

“Good. Center on me. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

She counted along with him – twenty four more deep breaths. Caressing his forehead, and kissing his hair, and loving him and loving him and loving him.

Finally when he had calmed down, she crawled back into bed, and he held her so close against him. Kissing her forehead. Whispering endless words of love.

“If I ever fuck up with you, Claire, know I’ll always own it.”

She kissed his eyebrows. “The same for me, Jamie. I’d rather be mad at you than not have you.”

He had said the same words to her this morning. A promise he never tired of repeating. Murmured against her hair when he bent over to kiss her in the bed, body thrumming with energy.

Colum had booked a studio here in Philadelphia for the day, so that the band could lay down recordings of the acoustic tracks they’d played to dozens of sold-out crowds during the tour. With the incredible press from the tour – thanks in no small part to Geordie Ash’s profile in Rolling Stone – and bootlegs in wide circulation, it was time. And for once, the band agreed with the label.

She would join him later, of course. But today she needed the time to herself, to finally write and then mail the letter to Boston.

All because of Jamie.

“You can’t stay in a state of limbo forever, Claire,” he had said one night, meeting her eyes in the bathroom mirror as he gently brushed her shower-wet hair. “And I know we still don’t know where we’ll live when we’re married. But you have the right to know.”

She had sighed, jamming her hands in the deep pockets of the hotel bathrobe. “I don’t want to go back to that life.”

He had set down the hairbrush they shared, slipping his hands into the pockets, pulling her close against him. “I know. But you can’t have that door hanging open, Claire. Whether you open it or close it, you know I support you. But you’re not doing yourself any favors by not knowing.”

She had nodded, and pursed her lips. Smiling just a little as he kissed the shell of her ear.

She blinked, and turned back to the typewriter.

I have been traveling for the past few weeks, and won’t be back to Boston for at least the next month. Although I may not be immediately reachable by mail or telephone, I’m enclosing the contact information for someone who can get any letter or other message to me.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Sincerely,

Dr. Claire Beauchamp

She gently pulled the paper from the typewriter roll. Signed her name. Took a deep breath. Began to address the envelope.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #jamie and claire #little bit better than i used to be

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