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chrisevansonly · 9 months

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧: 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the day has finally come, and as a parent, you’ve never felt this amount of nerves before in your life…

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of anxiety, but other than that, fluff and cute family moments

𝐀/𝐍: AHHH here is chapter 7! You’ll notice there is a time skip as Matteo is now 7 years old, i did this because i don’t anticipate this series being SUPER long, so i hope that’s okay and you enjoy, im sorry if it’s bad, my writing has been bothering me lately🫶🏻

𝐖𝐂: 1K

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There was no pep talk, family meeting or even conversation that could prepare you for today. Matteo had been restless all-night waiting for today, and now as you watched him with Charles and Arthur checking over his custom kart, a recent gift from his uncle Max, you couldn’t stop the slight smile that tugged at your lips. Matteo was looking more and more like Charles every day that passed, there were each others twins.

“How are you feeling?” A voice caught your attention from beside you, when you turned you saw Lorenzo had gotten back from finishing up all the paperwork

“Anxious…but seeing him so excited, it helps to keep those feelings aside”

“Maman felt the same when Charles and Arthur started as well, he’ll do great though, I just know it”

Never was there a doubt in your mind that your little boy would be amazing, you couldn’t wait to see him go out onto the track and race his heart out. Matteo was tenacious, he always had been, you see it at the track with Charles when he wants to help and sit in on meetings, and you see it now, helping his uncle and father make sure his kart is ready to go.

“Maman, es-tu prête à me regarder piloter mon kart!?”

Matteo was quick to run up to you, race suit on, helmet in hand, his eyes wide and bright with excitement

“Oui petit prince, tu seras incoryable, je le sais!”

“Merci Maman!”

Leaning down you smiled, kissing his cheeks gently, bringing a hand up to fix his hair, Charles coming over to get his helmet done up and ready

“Be careful and be safe okay my love? I don’t want anything to happen to you”

Matteo nodded

“Maman don’t be scared, you shouldn’t be worried!”

“Matteo laisse maman s’inquiéter, ça montre qu’elle tient à toi, ce n’est pas une mauvaise chose, n’est-ce pas..”

The young boy looked up at his father and nodded, still learning that it was okay to show feelings and emotions. Ever since he’d turned five, there had been a few issues with hiding and being scared to talk about how he was feeling, so the three of you had been working together to remember that

“Oui, c’est normal, je suis désolé maman”

Cooing gently at Matteo you pressed another kiss to his cheek

“C’est bon bébé, amintenant va finir de te preparer avec ton oncle Arthur.”

Watching him run back to Arthur by his kart you stood to hug Charles, his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly

“He’ll be okay baby”

“I know.. I just-”

Charles nods, always knowing exactly what you’re thinking and where your thoughts are going, he’d always been extremely good at reading you

“I understand, I’ll be with you the whole time, he’ll be great my love I just know it”

If you didn’t choose to think of the positive and agree with your husband, you think you’d spin out and think of every single worst possible option that could happen today, so you settled to agree and held Charles close as you both watched Matteo get into the kart and head out for his warm up lap.

The last lap of the race came faster than you anticipated, Matteo had fought hard and raced clean throughout the entirety of the competition, your hands were holding onto Charles’s arm almost in a death grip, but he was doing the exact same, especially when you saw him come around the last corner, in second, but pushing for first.

“Vas-y bébé, vas-y bébé!!”

You found yourself yelling, heart pounding out of your chest

“Poussez Matteo, poussez-le, attrapez-la!”

Charles yelled from beside you, both of you inching closer towards the barricade of the track, and moments later, Matteo pulled out and flew past the first-place kart, just in time to cross for the number one position. The feeling of pure elation spreading throughout you instantly, overshadowing the anxiety you felt before.

Matteo had won his first karting race.

“He did it, Char he did it!!”

Charles couldn’t have taken you into his arms faster than he did in this moment, holding you tightly to him, never wanting to let you go, only pulling back after a few minutes to wipe his eyes gently

“Oh my love, you’re crying!”

Bringing your hands up to wipe at his tears softly he smiled, leaning into your touch

“I’m just so proud of him…and-and so thankful for you, for everything.”

Butterflied erupted in your chest as you leaned forward and press a kiss to his lips

“I love you so much, forever.”

“Forever.” He answered back softly, both of you snapping our of your little bubble when Matteo ran to you both screaming in happiness

“I won papa!!”

Stepping back in time for Charles to catch him as he jumped into his arms hugging him tightly. The three of you would have to head towards the podium within the next few minutes for Matteo to receive his trophy, but for right now, this was absolutely perfect. No one could take this moment away from your family, and knowing his grandma, uncles and your close friends were waiting just around the corner, made this moment even more special.

Right here right now, as the three of you stood at the track, you knew this was where Matteo was meant to be, he wanted to be just like his father, and just like him he’d be.

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english translations:

Maman, es-tu prête à me regarder piloter mon kart!? - Mom are you read to watch me drive my kart?

Oui petit prince, tu seras incoryable, je le sais - Yes little prince, you'll be incrediblem I know it

Merci Maman - Thank you mom

Matteo laisse maman s’inquiéter, ça montre qu’elle tient à toi, ce n’est pas une mauvaise chose, n’est-ce pas.. - Matteo, let mom worry, it shows she cares about you, that's not a bad thing right?

Oui, c’est normal, je suis désolé maman - Yes, it's normal im sorry mom

C’est bon bébé, va finir de te preparer avec ton oncle Arthur - It's okay baby, go finish getting ready with your uncle Arthur

Vas-y bébé, vas-y bébé - Go baby, go baby

Poussez Matteo, poussez-le, attrapez-la - Push Matteo, push go get him!

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thottyimagines · 5 months

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Heyy, i really love ur akatsuki headcanons, like every one of them is so believable lmaoo.

Could u do akatsuki headcanons where their s/o asks them to hold their peepee while they pee? I swear there was one exact ask on tumblr but it cant find it

Thanks and i hope its not a weird question but they r weirdos anyways so

Thank you!

I've gotten a variation of this ask several times which is telling me the people (or just one tenacious anon) really want to know, so...god, here goes nothing:

Pein is...weirdly complicated, given the real body in the basement/paths for his bidding situation, but I'd say the only way he'd allow it is if it's absolutely necessary because his actual bod is too weak to even help himself. I imagine he just diapers the poor thing and gives Konan the honor of cleaning him up, though, so he doesn't really need an s/o to aid in that venture.

Konan, should she have one for her s/o to hold, would be kind of confused by the request, but not put off. I don't think she'd really get it, but sure, knock yourself out, s/o.

Itachi would get flustered and embarrassed, should his s/o ask to do the holding for him. He'd reassure them that he is more than capable of performing his own bathroom duties, from ablutions to urination, and their concern is...well, kind, if unwarranted. He'd probably wonder if his s/o is noticing his deteriorating eyesight and then frets that he can no longer aim, and everyone has felt too awkward to tell him. He starts using the bathroom with his Sharingan always on and the door locked tight so he can make sure he cleans up properly.

Kisame would probably be amused and go for it. He'd somehow find a way to be flirtatious and horny about it, but hey, his s/o was the one to be a freak and ask in the first place so as far as he's concerned it's all fair game.

Hidan would only accept if he could be flirtatious and horny about it. He'd probably just assume his s/o developed a piss kink or something, I'll be real with you.

Kakuzu initially shuts that down with a firm "no." If his s/o is persistent, he'd relent, but he'd be annoyed and brusque about it. If their finger gets caught in the zipper when he's done, well, that'll show them to stop impeding his business.

Deidara gets very embarrassed and flustered, like Itachi, but in a weirdly flattered, excited way. He's young and horny and will gleefully embrace any opportunity to have someone touching his dick, even for something as mundane as him peeing.

Sasori probably didn't give his puppet twink bod any genitalia, as he needs to neither pee nor fuck in this form. He'd be sure to let his s/o know that.

Tobi would get embarrassed and deflect and probably accuse his s/o of being a pervert (fair), but forgive them because they're just too cute. They're still not giving the assist, though. He's self-conscious about how it looks soft.

Zetsu also doesn't seem to have the anatomy required for this scenario, given he's running around in the buff all day long and no one has ever commented about his bits hanging out and about.

#naruto #Naruto imagines #Naruto headcanons #akatsuki #akatsuki headcanons #akatsuki imagines #pein #konan #itachi #kisame #hidan #kakuzu #deidara #sasori #tobi #zetsu

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custardcrazy · 1 year

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A Ted jealous fic pleaaaase! reader and/or him being jealous, or both, whatever you prefer :)

tenaciously uptight

summary: for the longest time, you thought you were the only jealous one. but soon, you realize your feelings for your best friend might not be so unrequited. (gn!reader)

wordcount: 4.3k

A/N: IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT OH MY GOD. thank you for requesting. im so sorry. please let me know if there's any glaring errors i barely beta-ed this

You were aware that your best friend wasn't the most observant guy, but seriously; he was completely and utterly unaware of anything even slightly related to romance.

After all, he never noticed whenever anybody sent longing glances in his general direction. He never picked up on any hidden intentions when people batted their eyelashes at him or asked for his phone number. And he certainly didn't understand the fact that most, if not all of the people who wanted to hang out with him or just spent time with him in general found him attractive. How could they not? A tall, broad-shouldered golden retriever who didn't have a mean bone in his body was repulsive to few.

However, you knew him very well and his self-esteem … was in the gutter. For many reasons, most of which were a certain individual parent who you preferred to leave unnamed. And that was mostly the reason why, even though he could pick up on whenever someone was flirting with someone else, he couldn't get a clue when somebody took interest in him.

Even though you were very patient with him, and appreciated him dearly, sometimes you wished that he would just get a single clue. You were used to being the one who watched from afar as he was flirted with -- as girls shamelessly looked him up and down and pretended to be interested in Van Halen or Kiss (pun not intended) in order to segue the conversation to more intimate topics. It wasn't anything new, but you still couldn't stop the thing with claws and fangs which tore at your chest whenever it happened.

You knew that you couldn't do much else, even when you had felt something for Ted since the sixth grade; which was funny to look back on, because he was always asking for a spare pencil from you, and somehow, when you were twelve, that was cute. Ever since he hit his growth spurt, you'd been dealing with the immeasurable amount of jealousy that came with having feelings for a boy who was sometimes oblivious to the extent where it seemed he was blind.

There had been a couple hints here and there over the time that you'd known him. That maybe he reciprocated all of the mishmash of stuff that you harbored for him. It wasn't enough, though.

(Were you really going to ruin everything you had over an awkward hand brush that one time at the movies?)

Nowadays, you both worked at the Pretzels 'N' Cheese booth in the mall, which was an excellent strategy for being able to hang out while simultaneously earning money. And it was true that your clothes always picked up the smell of cheese and stayed that way until thrown in the wash, but it was worth it. Way better than working at American Eagle, which always attracted the catty middle-aged ladies. At least you could pacify them briefly with an excessively salty pretzel.

Since it was summertime, there were more than enough mall-goers looking for unhealthy snacks to waste their money on.

Occasionally you saw people you vaguely knew from high school, in various states of panic or otherwise. It was weird at first, but you'd gotten used to it. Today was no exception.

Tyler McClellan (who had somehow been in all of your English-related classes) hadn't changed much. He was still blonde, mullet-ed, and smiled too much, but it was better than him just being plain rude, so you didn't mind.

What you did mind was the way he was leaning over the counter towards you, acting as if Ted wasn't there at all.

"So, uh," he said, grinning like he was being real smooth. "Been a while. You come here often?"

"I work here," you answered politely. "Are you going to order anything?"

He ignored your question. "Y'know, you haven't changed in the slightest."

"Oh, cool." You tried again. "Can I get you anything?"

Yet another failure. "Kinda sucks that we're both bumming around San Dimas, huh? I've been thinkin' about heading down to the beach." Tyler ran a hand through his hair for the third time in the span of roughly two minutes. "Catch a few waves. Weather looks good." Wiggling his eyebrows in a move that would've only worked in a terrible romantic comedy, he leaned even closer -- if that was possible. "It'd be pretty dope if you could come along."

You snuck a look at Ted, seeing if he was possibly going to intervene or anything before you shut Tyler down; he met your eyes before quickly glancing away.

Huh.

Well, he'd never liked confrontation.

"I'm not interested." Keeping your tone clear, you sincerely hoped that Tyler and his hopeless baby blue eyes would go somewhere else and maybe flirt with Hannah who worked at Claire's instead. "Please. Do you want a pretzel or not?"

He looked at you for a moment, but you held your ground.

And finally, gradually, to your relief, his shoulders sagged, and that ever-present smile slipped off his face. "... Okay, okay." He straightened up, stuffing his hands back into the pockets of his jeans. "One pretzel. No cheese or salt. Please."

He paid in a couple crumpled bills, and slouched off somewhere else; not even bothering to say a simple 'thanks'.

Ted was still quiet.

"Um." Awkwardly, you looked over at Ted again after putting the money in the register and making sure you didn't give Tyler any extra pennies. "You okay? He's gone now, I think."

Your words seemed to shake him out of whatever reverie he'd entered while you were talking with Tyler. "Oh! Uh." His hand automatically flew up to scratch the back of his neck. "... Sorry, dude. Yeah, I'm good." Another weird thing -- he was religiously avoiding eye contact, where he'd normally be focused intently on what you were saying. You were skeptical at best as to if he was telling the truth, but didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

So you dropped it. "Alright."

For the rest of your shift, Ted was … tense? Stiff. He eventually eased up a little, once you asked him about his and Bill's progress on marathoning all of the low-budget slasher movies they'd rented, but there was still a hint of something there, in the way he kept fidgeting with his hands. Again, you didn't mention it. Maybe he was just uncomfortable because of Tyler's presence.

You couldn't blame him.

But later, when you were both making sure neither of the machines had leaked cheese onto the floor; he brought up the topic again.

"Dude, stop me if this is weird, or boundary-pushing, but… " He gently rolled his shoulders, as if he was shrugging off a jacket. "Did you actually wanna go hang out with that dude?" There was something in his voice that you were, unfortunately, familiar with. Vulnerability. But, unlike the other times, you couldn't exactly place why.

"Y'know, just wondering," he added.

You squashed your curiosity down in favor of a disgusted expression. "Ew, no way. I barely know him -- or knew him at all." Dismissively, you waved a hand. "He's not my type, anyway." The exact opposite of it, actually.

"Oh." He paused.

"I'm … gonna go wash my hands."

And with that, he practically darted off to the tiny employee closet, too fast for you to mention that there was no trace of anything on his fingers.

You stood there for a moment, bewildered at his sudden escape. Maybe he just wanted space or something -- but, still, you had absolutely no idea what was going on. It wasn't like he was hard to read. But you just didn't know why he was acting so … skittish.

Thankfully, when he finished "washing his hands", everything looked like it was going to go back to normal. He laughed aloud when you cracked a joke about that one time Bill spilled a metric ton of cheese on the floor.

About two minutes later, you were both sitting in the van. It was a short ride from the mall to your apartment, which you "shared" with an acquaintance who was basically never there. You didn't know exactly why, but you got the gist of it from the fact that she always came back either inebriated or hungover. At least she did her laundry.

Noticeably, Ted wasn't strained like before. Seemed like your admission concerning Tyler made him less nervous. He let you fiddle with the radio for a little while before settling on a channel.

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot you liked this kind of music, dude!" He beamed, having to shout over the sound of the wind whistling through the window; the air-conditioning had been busted for the longest time. "Stellar!"

It wasn't too long until the van pulled up outside your apartment complex. Making sure your keys hadn't fallen out of your pocket, you hopped out. Just before you shut the van door, you offered a smile to Ted.

"Thanks for the ride. See you later."

"Wait!"

You paused. "What?"

He still had a hand idly on the wheel, but you noticed he was clutching it a little tighter. " … We're still on for tomorrow, right?"

Right. Every Friday since forever had been movie night. He didn't often clarify it with you, since it was an unspoken thing. Even if Ted's memory wasn't the best, he always remembered.

You gave Ted another curious look. "Yeah. Of course."

"Cool."

There was an awkward pause, before you filled it in again. "Cool. Uh, yeah, see you." Shutting the van door, you didn't linger long before walking up to the door of your apartment complex, mind whirling a little faster than usual.

If you claimed that you didn't think about Ted's behavior later in the evening, when you were shoving some leftovers in the oven or when you were getting ready for bed, then you'd be a huge liar.

The next day was uneventful at best for the most part, since it was your day off. You were usually a bit antsy before hanging out with Ted, nothing out of the ordinary for sure. But this time, there was something else alongside the typical restlessness. Not being able to specifically pinpoint what this something was made you even more restless, which wasn't fun.

At around seven, the familiar van pulled up. You'd already been waiting -- summer evenings in San Dimas were nice and cool, unlike the unrelenting heat that arrived in the afternoon.

Bill waved at you from the driver's seat, rolling down the window. "C'mon!"

He was maybe a bit more of an aggressive driver than his taller counterpart, but the route to their apartment hadn't changed. As per usual.

"Dude." Drawing out the 'u', he smirked. "Listen. Ted rented a bunch of these cheesy forties movie musicals --" Bill snickered to himself, " -- can you believe it? Never in the history of mankind would I have expected a genre such as that one to be selected for our movie nights, much less by Ted."

"I mean, it's kind of a nice change from the terrible gory flicks you guys watch all the time." You were mostly indifferent as you watched houses and other assorted buildings cruise by through the window. "Well, yeah, still kind of surprising, though. But it's good to have a change of pace, right?"

Your mind abruptly conjured up an image of Ted dancing in a smart black suit and matching top hat, a la Fred Astaire.

"True," was Bill's thoughtful reply.

Luckily, just like the drive to work, it wasn't too long to Bill and Ted's apartment. The second you stepped in the door, you were engulfed by an aroma of incredible, delightful, microwave popcorn. Ted waved semi-wildly at you from his comfortable seat on the couch, already sinking into the horde of different, brightly-colored pillows. A large bowl of what you'd smelled earlier was sitting in his lap.

Without any fanfare, you walked over and plopped down next to him. He smiled brightly. "Hey!"

"Hey yourself." You reached over his lap to grab a handful of popcorn, and he moved the bowl a little closer to make it easier for you to do so.

A long sigh drifted over from Bill's general direction. "C'moon. Why do I always gotta be the one to put in the tapes?"

"No one said that you had to, dude."

"I don't see you getting up to help." He shot a look at Ted, who grinned innocently.

"I'm totally stuck under this most hefty bowl of popcorn."

Bill narrowed his eyes at you next; you just shrugged in response.

"You both suck," he declared, but moved to get the tapes anyway.

A bit later, all of your eyes were glued to the small screen, and all of the popcorn was pretty much gone. The first movie to be chosen was about halfway through, and still, the tune of the catchy titular song was stuck in your head. You had assumed that was the point.

"Do all babes fall for dudes who help them turn off the lights?" Questioned Ted aloud.

"It has to be more complicated than that," insisted Bill. "I have learned from experience that the process of woo-ing is not just. Like. Being able to reach up to switch off a chandelier or whatever."

"Right, but who knows?" You chimed in. "Some people really like acts of service."

"Acts, plural," came Bill's defiant assertion. "Nobody's that easy."

"I dunno, dude," chirped Ted. "I would be totally flattered if somebody turned off the lights for me."

"Well, yeah, you become deeply infatuated with various babes on sight," shot back Bill.

You were suddenly glad you had an excellent poker face.

"That's different," pleaded Ted. "You know, everyone has those sorts of things, right? Little crushes?" He sounded embarrassed. "Well, you can't really use that as an example! That is totally underhanded of you."

"You cannot deny the intense attraction and infatuation you feel for certain babes on sight," recited Bill solemnly. Suddenly, his focus was on you. "We both know that for sure. Right?"

"Uh." You faltered. It was the truth. But something inside you refused to accept it, which was both infuriating and yet another validation of your feelings.

"Yeah, I guess," you settled for. But you quickly added, "he's kind of matured since high school, though."

"That's what I'm saying!" Burst out Ted, and you were glad that the bowl was nearly empty, as he would've sent it all flying in the air. " 'Sides, Bill, weren't you the one makin' eyes at the sales lady at the record store the other day? You sure looked infatuated, all from the fact that she helped you to find that Ozzy record -- "

" -- even you admitted you found her cute -- "

"Dude, shut up!"

You let them bicker for a little while longer, until you couldn't hear the dialogue over their petty arguing. And then, an intervention was necessary.

"Okay! Okay."

They both fell silent, and you were glad. "Who cares if you're both easy or not. I think, personally, I would also be at least kind of flattered if someone helped me out with a chore or something. It's polite."

Bill just pouted, looking back at the television. Ted turned slightly to face you, looking curious.

"So … If a dude helped you with your laundry or something, would you take interest in him?"

You didn't interpret it as anything other than a genuine question.

"I mean, since laundry is boring, I'd definitely get a good opinion on him. It takes more than that for me to, like, seriously consider dating a guy." Like maybe always remembering your birthday, and giving you little special homemade gifts he made himself. Or like listening closely to everything you said. Or maybe giving you his jacket on a chilly day; disregarding himself even though you could see the goosebumps on his gangly arms, or …

Man, you had it bad.

Ted nodded in that distinct way of his. "Gotcha."

"Would you find it attractive?" You asked, surprising yourself.

He didn't seem bothered, though. Just a little sheepish. "I suck at doing laundry, you know that. So yeah, I'd probably be. Like. A little interested, at least."

"Yeah."

The movie was pretty good for the rest of its runtime, and there wasn't much conversation that passed between the three of you. By the time the credits rolled, you heard either of them stifle a yawn.

For a moment, all of you just sat there. Then, slowly you and Ted turned to look at Bill.

He threw his hands up in the air. "Are you kidding me?"

The rest of the night passed in a near-blur, and before long, Ted was rummaging through the cabinet of their tiny bathroom, looking for the spare toothbrush. Bill was probably already fast asleep; around one, during yet another dramatic tap-dancing scene, he'd dozed off, and it had taken a bit of effort to wake him up and get him to bed. He'd always slept like a log.

"So," you said, from your perch near the sink. "What'd you think of the movies? Better than Cujo?"

"Oh, dude, that particular film is an experience." He was crouched on the floor, but looked up in order to make eye contact with you. "But, I don't think I can compare 'em. They're too different -- all-American movie musicals versus B-movie slashers."

"True."

A few seconds later, Ted let out an 'aha!' as he found what he'd been so doggedly searching for. "Think fast!"

You fumbled for the neon green toothbrush he tossed at you, but managed to not drop it. "Thanks."

With a bit of effort, he got to his feet, then stretched; you politely averted your eyes from the way his old tee shirt rode up his stomach.

"What'd you think?"

Pausing from where you were squirting toothpaste onto the bristles of your toothbrush, you thought it over for a moment. "Pretty decent and enjoyable in general. Obviously cheesy at some points, but that's kinda the novelty of it all." You smiled. "It's not called the Golden Age for nothing."

"I agree wholeheartedly," he replied.

Strangely, he was lingering. Usually he just left you to do whatever you needed before you settled down on the couch, but even after you finished splashing water on your face, he was still by the doorway.

"Something up?" Turning to face him, you leaned back on the counter, ignoring how it dug into your back a bit uncomfortably. "Still thinking about that little debate with Bill over easiness?" You couldn't help but tease.

The combination of the late hour and the fact that it was just you two, in relative close proximity, made this feel intimate, almost; like you were the only two people on Earth. Since the apartment wasn't in the more populated areas of San Dimas, the only occasional sound outside was the revving of a car engine or the rare hoot of an owl.

"Well, kinda." Averting his gaze for a moment, his hand found a familiar place on the back of his neck, "but, um, not really. I just … "

You waited patiently, and he eventually picked up the sentence again. "I just wanted to, uh. Ask you another question."

"Why didn't you ask me earlier?" It slipped out before you could stop it.

"I … I didn't want to," he said, and you thought that was it, but then; "not in front of Bill. He would probably never let me forget it."

"Oh?" Both interested and nervous, you looked at him imploringly.

His Adam's apple bobbed. "Um. Yesterday, you mentioned that dude wasn't 'your type', and then like, a couple hours ago you said you liked acts of service, right?" He kept barreling forward. "So I'm just, like, curious -- "

"What is your type?"

Your first instinct was to find it funny. All that build-up, for a simple question like that? But then, the truth hit you; you couldn't be completely honest when answering it. And normally that wouldn't be a huge problem, but guilt was slowly creeping up on you. You never had lied to Ted, and you didn't want to start now, just to protect your own dignity or whatever. Disregarding the fact that Ted had somehow remembered a one-off comment you'd made, you hastily put together an adequate response.

"Well, uh," you started, "you know I'm not too picky, but what I really look for in a relationship is being able to support each other, no matter what. Always being there for one another. Always being able to remember what makes them happy and what doesn't." Exhaling slowly, you felt oddly … Exposed. "And being able to make each other laugh. That's all. "

He didn't respond for a few seconds, but then,

"Did you find him funny?"

You were caught utterly off-guard. "What?"

"Tyler."

Another case of avoiding eye contact, and you were worried.

"What? No!" Dumbfounded, you didn't notice that you were repeating yourself. "Ted, I told you that I wasn't interested in him at all. Why're you bringing him up now?"

"I just wanted to know," he said, shrinking in on himself a little, "you know, you could've said yes, he's real good-looking -- "

"Why does that matter?" Cutting him off, you shook your head. "I'm gonna answer that myself. It doesn't! He was being a huge creep, there's no way -- "

" -- I know you'd like to go to the beach, dude -- "

" -- no, I didn't, that'd be really inconvenient, you -- "

" -- you didn't have to feel forced to say no just 'cause of stupid outside factors, I saw you considering it -- "

"I wasn't!" You exclaimed.

Seeing the expression on Ted's face, you hurriedly reeled yourself back in, dropping your voice to nearly a soft murmur. "... I wasn't. Why don't you believe me?"

The silence was so thick, weighing upon your shoulders like a heavy blanket.

But instead of being comfortable, it was suffocating.

A beat longer.

"Sorry, sorry," he finally mumbled, "sorry, I got… Ahead of myself. Sorry. I do believe you, I swear."

"No, no," you rushed to fill in the gap, "no, it's fine, it's alright." You'd stopped leaning back, now at full attention.

Ted peeked at you from underneath his bangs, and you took that as your cue to continue.

"I'm just … I'm just confused. Why…?"

Your voice trailed off, but before you could pull yourself together enough to clarify what you meant, he spoke up instead.

"I'm sorry, just -- " your heart broke; you heard the emotion warping the edges of his voice, but before you could say anything once more, he interrupted.

"Just forget … all of this. I - it's nothing. Sorry. I screwed up, that's all." He turned away, but not before you could catch sight of his trembling hands.

"See you in the morning, dude."

No. Not like this, you couldn't let him shuffle off to bed like this. You'd known how many times he'd done that already in his life. You'd witnessed it firsthand; the way he always bottled it all up, acting as if nothing happened while that was anything but the truth. You couldn't let him turn away and act like everything was normal the next day.

You reached out, wrapping a hand around his wrist.

He stopped immediately.

"Please. I can't forget this, and I know if I try it'll just keep getting harder not to." He was still facing away from you, but you didn't let that stop you.

"We've never hidden anything important from each other, Ted. You know I'm always here for you." Maybe there was a hint of desperation in your words -- but you were, and you were on the edge of begging. "Please, I hate fighting with you. I shouldn't have lost my temper."

He didn't speak for a little while; but he didn't pull away.

Then, eventually.

"I thought I could handle it, like before, but this time I just couldn't."

Now, he was facing you, your hand still around his wrist; and now, your hand was in his.

You couldn't speak, but that was fine, because he was still talking.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, dude. But seeing him looking at you like that -- " His breath caught in his throat. "... I never could be so forward, especially not with you. But I think I gotta."

Was this really happening? You felt light-headed all of a sudden. Did you fall asleep during the movie?

But his touch was grounding.

You could feel the calluses on his fingertips.

"I'm," he began, voice trembling. "I've been. In love with you. For a really long time."

Floored.

Maybe you were dreaming. Your Ted wouldn't be looking you directly in the eyes, professing his feelings to you, the blush on his face clear as a bad vocalist underneath the ugly fluorescent lights of the bathroom. Your Ted wouldn't be still holding your hand as if it was the most precious thing in the world. Your Ted didn't see you as anything other than a great pal.

… Right?

Wait, no, your Ted was still talking.

"A - and I know this is really sudden and you're not obligated to return anything because obviously it's kinda awkward because we're best friends and it's gonna change everything -- I like everything, but -- "

If he could be so brutally forward, it was probably your turn to do so too.

"Ted."

His mouth snapped shut.

"Ted," you repeated, face flaming. "I love you too."

There. Years of feelings all expressed in Four. Simple. Words.

For a moment, he looked like a fish; mouth opening and shutting uselessly.

Then, you were pulled into a bear hug.

Nothing unfamiliar, but this time, it was somehow so much different. Automatically, your hands were around his neck, and his around your waist, and together you stood there for a while. Rocking a little. No words necessary to convey what you were both thinking.

Finally.

#ted logan x reader #ted logan x you #ted logan imagine #ted logan imagines #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves x you #bill and ted imagine

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esteemed trungles, i come with an important question. What is the best romcom to watch in winter?

ESTEEMED omg incredible. I don't think I've ever been esteemed before, so I'll do my best to live up to it.

SO I'm a little late on this question for Holiday rom-coms, but it's still winter here right now, and I love rom-coms. In no particular order:

The Holiday (2006) - Kate Winslet! Jack Black! Cameron Diaz! Jude Law! John Krasinski for some reason (he shows up for like three minutes)! Kathryn Hahn (also in the same scene as John Krasinski)! Also there's a little, itty-bitty A Knight's Tale reunion because Rufus Sewell shows up and so does Shannyn Sossamon, which I find to be very sweet. Jack Black is cute as Christmas and hot as breakfast in this movie, and he somehow did this straightforwardly sweet rom-com AND Tenacious D in The Pick of Destiny in the same year. The man has RANGE. You get two romances in this movie, and I think the Kate Winslet one is much more of a high-budget Silver Screen romance while the Cameron Diaz one is much more a Hallmark Channel romance, which I think is great because I love both kinds of romances.

When Harry Met Sally (1989) - This movie is iconic, and I love it to bits. I always have it saved to my phone so I can watch it on literally every plane ride just in case I get stressed out. Meg Ryan is incredible in it as a neurotic and incredibly self-assured woman who develops a friendship with Billy Crystal's character over the course of about a dozen years. Bruno Kirby and Carrie Fisher play some hilarious supporting characters. This movie is also lovely in that the most dramatic character arc belongs to the male love interest. Like, yes, Meg Ryan's character also grows, but there's no change to her world view or her wants and desires because she's not hurting anyone with the way she navigates those things, and Billy Crystal's character grows into someone you could imagine having lunch with, a far cry from when we first meet him. It's also very well-written. I downloaded the script just so I could pick it apart and learn from it.

Single All the Way (2021) - KATHY NAJIMY AND JENNIFER COOLIDGE ARE BOTH IN THIS MOVIE. I don't know what I was expecting, but this holiday rom-com charmed the thermal socks off me. Michael Urie and Philemon Chambers play best friends who fake a relationship so Michael's family will stop badgering him about there being no romance in his life. It's a fake dating movie, and it is also a delightful subversion of the Hallmark romance. Michael Urie escapes his big city life back to his small hometown where he meets an extremely hunky local spinning instructor (lol) played by Luke McFarlane, who is a literal mainstay of many actual, literal Hallmark romance movies. It's great. I enjoyed it immensely.

Moonstruck (1987) - Cher and Nicolas Cage star in this movie, and it's sort of difficult to describe. It's very funny, and it's heightened by how every single actor plays their character with the seriousness of a prestige drama. Olympia Dukakis and John Mahoney are also in this, and they're both delightful. I still occasionally yell, "I lost my hand! I lost my bride!!!" out loud at random intervals in the year. Keeps my loved ones on their toes.

While You Were Sleeping (1995) - This movie is a charmer and a half! Sandra Bullock stars as a lonely woman who works at the L in Chicago who falls in love with one of the passengers. One day, he falls victim to an attempted mugging and falls onto the tracks. Our heroine saves his life, but he winds up in a coma. A series of misunderstandings leads his entire family to believe that she's his fiancée, and polite shenanigans ensue (except in the case of one testicle-inspection, which might be regarded as pretty impolite, but it's very sweet in context). I also find Bill Pullman extremely blandsome and regular-looking to the point of being sincerely erotic. I don't know how this happened.

And I think that covers my wintry rom-coms! I watch all of them year-round, but these ones all vaguely take place in the winter-time and sometimes have a little bit to do with the holidays season.

#asks #romantic comedy #romcom #when harry met sally #moonstruck #the holiday #while you were sleeping #single all the way #ask trungles

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bubble-popping · 9 months

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It needs editing but it's very cute and a fun idea that I wanna share so *throws random god au at u*

Another thud against the door. The wood splintered, hinges creaking. It wouldn't hold much longer.

"What do we do, Phil?! He won't respond to either of us!" Wilbur looked to his blond friend, frantic, leaning all his weight on the door just like his winged companion.

"We need to calm him down and fast! If he makes it to the Overworld, it'll be a disaster!" He cringed at the memories, at the thousands upon thousands of bodies, at the exhausted expression of his already overworked wife.

"But what could possibly-" The brunet interrupted himself, lighting up like he'd just had a brilliant idea. "I have a brilliant idea! Phil, can you stall while I'm gone?"

"Gone!? To do what??"

"He's our only chance! I'll be back soon!" With that, Wilbur took off, leaving Phil to desperately hold back the raging Blood God alone.

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Dream felt very, very tired. Truthfully, he always did, but right now he was completely justified. Surrounded by his dearest friends, belly full of the newest batch of delicious muffins Bad made, and wrapped in a blanket of warmth from the gradually dissipating heat of the ovens. His friends had already fallen into slumbers of wonderful dreams--he made sure of that. He yawned, eyelids growing heavier and heavier with each passing second. Just as unconsciousness began to tug at his mind, the door slammed open.

"Dream! Dream, are you in here?!" A familiar voice called from across the room.

Now very awake, Dream rubbed his eyes and pushed himself up from the couch cuddle pile, displacing the Blobs that had settled on him. "Wilbur? What's wrong?"

"It's bad, Dream! It's Techno, he's gone berserk!"

His friends began to stir as well, furrowed brows and groans urging them to 'keep it down.' "What? What's wrong with Techno?"

"Just c'mon! We don't have time!" Wilbur grabbed his arms and pulled him to his feet before breaking into a sprint, dragging Dream with him.

Though highly confused, Dream kicked his feet into gear to run alongside him. "Woah! Wilbur, slow down, just tell me what's-"

"He's crazy! He keeps talking about blood and Chat-"

"What!? Where is he?" The sheep god looked to him, now wearing a similarly panicked expression.

"On his island still, hopefully. I passed Tommy and Tubbo and told them, so-hey, wait! Dream! Be careful!" Dream had already dashed ahead. It never made sense to Wilbur, why Dream was so damn fast. Nothing about giving people good dreams and singing lullabies required quick feet, but right now Wilbur was just grateful. All he could do at the moment was pray--no pun intended--that his idea worked out.

There wasn't much more to run, Dream found, because Techno was not on his island anymore. He'd made it into the main Heavens, a gold plated road flanked on both sides by shops and important buildings, not too unlike a human marketplace. Any gods that had occupied the stalls had already, wisely vacated the area. The only reasons Techno hadn't demolished them all by now were due to the two tenacious teens and a pesky flying Philza all taking turns slowing him down by any means necessary.

It was a losing battle, each flung to the side like mere flies when they got too close. Then, Dream saw his eyes.

His pig mask had been discarded, revealing the scars on pink skin, darker-than-night sclera, and pupils reduced to thin white rings glowing dangerously. He'd heard bits of stories and rumors through the divine grapevine, one in particular of how 'rivers ran red when the pig's eyes turned black.'

Again, he threw Tommy away from him, roaring loud and ferocious as the young blond crashed into Tubbo who'd been trying to pick himself up. Then, he managed to catch the hem of Phil's robe, yanking him down and pinning him with a hand around his throat. His other hand raised, claws extended as he bared his teeth and tusks.

"Techno!!" Dream shouted, grabbing his attention just before he brought the claws down. "Why don't ya pick on someone your own size!?"

(Though he was decidedly not Techno's size, he knew he could go toe-to-toe with him any day, even now when Techno wasn't himself.)

The Blood God growled under his breath and rose from the floor. He snarled, approaching slowly at first then beginning to charge, hooves stomping on the paved road. Dream straightened his posture, solid and defiant, and opened his mouth.

Melodic syllables spilled from his lips, wordless; a simple tune of soothing sounds. Techno did not falter. Dream sang louder, sweeter, drawing out each note to the rhythm of a calm ocean. He strengthened the output of his lavender and chamomile scent as Techno got closer. Belting now, he raised his arms, hands poised as if to catch the furious god with the power of his crescendo.

Techno stopped in front of him, mere inches between them. He towered over the sheep god, visibly trembling with the effort to hold himself back. Dream dropped his voice to a mellifluous whisper, fingers reaching and brushing over his jaw like he handled fragile porcelain. It seemed to surprise the pinket, the tenderness, leaving him frozen in place.

Dream craned his neck to see, finally, the fluttering of Techno's eyelids. His head began to droop. The blond supported it, cradling the face of a warrior with such care. Techno's eyes closed fully once, and when they reopened the white sclera and crimson red pupils had returned. Dream grinned in relief, lilting quiet and honeyed just for the god before him. His singing only trailed off when he was sure all the murderous intent had drained from him.

"Dream...?" Techno questioned, voice hoarse, barely able to hold himself up as he leaned into the gentle touch of freckled hands.

"I'm here. I've got you," he murmured back.

Techno sighed, placing his own hand over Dream's and nuzzling his palm. "'m tired..."

"I know. C'mere, you deserve a nice, long rest." Dream's free arm circled his neck, lightly tugging him down until their foreheads met. He seemed like he had more to say, but the clutches of sleep prevented that. In an instant, he became dead weight. Dream caught him without issue, propped by Dream's arms under his pits and head limp on his shoulder.

Dream smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to the pinket's temple. "Sweet dreams, Techno." With a little maneuvering, he positioned Techno into a bridal carry and headed for his island of potato farms. If anyone were awake, they'd see a rather amusing sight, Dream carrying a god nearly twice his size as if he weighed nothing at all, but regardless of the entire Heavens taking an unexpected nap, the main roads were no place for a restful slumber.

#dreamnoblade #dnb #technodream #bubble writes #dnb god au

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Was thinkin about your 5Ds furries and I legally have to ask what fursonas you'd assign to the Zexal cast

OUGH ive been thinking about this....zexal's cast is so big so I havent been able to scry critters for All of them, but here's a few ive been pondering....

Yuma - Eurasian Red Squirrel! I just feel like it suits him…. energetic and quick plus that perfect warm color palette. If i ever draw furry!yuma i wanna make his coat closer to the pink of his hair. Look how cute this lil guy is

Astral - some kind of bird I'm thinking. A dove could be, really really funny. And I also feel like you could translate his color palette/features to one supremely easily..

Shark - A SHARK WOULD BE TOO EASY!!! I like to play hardmode.... rn thinking about him and Rio either being some sort of squid or perhaps some species of seahorse...aquatic non-mammalian critters but a little bit more offbeat than most water dwelling furries.

Kite - ok this is a bonkers one but like. I was originally thinking some kind of bird for him too but ive also been playing with the idea of??? Hedgehog Kite??!?! Leucistic/blond hedgehogs can happen, and theyre also pretty solitary creatures (with..ah. bad eyesight :,)).. also very fun parallel to yuma's Woodland Critter ass. i just think it's so funny picturing this turbo badass and he's just. a hedgehog. (baby hedgy hart is also rly cute ;_; )

Tori - CORGI!!!!!!!!! The folklore connection of corgis and fairies tying into Fairy Cheer Girl, and theyre also just such a fearless, tenacious, affectionate breed...all very Tori like traits I think :3c They're also herders and I really love the image of Tori herding and corraling all of her and Yuma's other friends out of trouble hehehehe

I'm also still pondering the Barians but I really like the idea of them being mythical creatures in their alien form and the Real Life version of that animal in their human forms (so squid!nasch and marin would be krakens, and/or seahorse!nasch and marin would be kelpies, etc etc).....

(i also just think peryton!vector would be kickass)

#IM SURE I WILL THINK OF MORE IN THE FUTURE BUT FOR NOW. MY WISDOMS #asks #ygo posting #anonymous #ygo furry au #rly wanna draw these sometime....i need to make hedgehog kite real

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Puyo Characters with Partner Digimon

I have just remembered I made this blog for the purpose of Puyo Puyo and Digimon stuff, and I haven't done any Digimon stuff since Ghost Game ended. So to remedy that, here's some of my favorite Puyo Characters and the Partner Digimon lines I'd give them.

If y'all want me to do more of this just let me know, this was really fun to do.

Schezo Wegey

Rookie: Gammamon-I chose Gammamon as Schezo's rookie because, firstly it's cute, Schezo isn't gonna say no to that, but also because to me it kind of represents like a young Schezo. Small, Surprisingly Powerful and has a wide variety of evolutions it could become depending on it's surroundings.

Champion: Gulus Gammamon-Gulus Gammamon is the form Gammamon takes when the darkness in it's heart is unleashed. It rejects interference from those around it and is only interested in fighting, and once it catches an opponent that comes into sight, it will not stop attacking them until they breathe their last breath. It puts up ferocious battles where it attacks regardless of whether its limbs get broken. Sound Familiar

Ultimate: Baalmon-Now I'm gonna level with you, Baalmon is a better fits as an Ultimate for whatever I'll give to Klug, but it still fits Schezo. A knowledgeable Digimon, will answer any kind of question in the form of an ordeal, if the ordeal is not surmounted it will not hesitate to snatch away your soul. It's mantle is covered in amulets from all times and places, each amulet contains the answer to any problem, it will use this wealth information to be able to defend from any attack. That works well with the fact that Schezo is, very smart and an academic prodigy, as well as his hobby of collecting relics and magical artefacts.

Mega: Beelzemon/Blast Mode-The Demon Lord of Gluttony. A solitary Digimon constantly on the hunt for stronger and stronger Digimon to satiate it's hunger for power. While it has enough power to stand at the peak of the Nightmare Soldiers Army, it doesn't care to. A surprisingly neutral force, perfectly find with helping even the good guys if it gets to fight stronger and stronger Digimon in order to get power, because of it's pride it would not think to go after any Digimon it considers weak. SOUND FAMILIAR

Raffina

Rookie: Gaomon-A beast Digimon that takes full capability of its speed and strength to pummel their opponents into submission. Its Special Moves are exploiting its tenacious leg strength and rolling into the opponent's chest. Also, it can move nimbly to unleash a high-speed barrage of punches. It fits. Also, yes I get the irony of giving Raffina, someone who secretly doesn't like dogs, a dog Digimon.

Champion: Symbare Angoramon-A Rabbit Digimon, it strives for beauty in its behaviour and movements. In battle, it dodges the enemy's attacks as if it were dancing, in lockstep with its own attacks. A good fit for our brutish beauty don't you think.

Ultimate: Lilamon-Ok to be honest, I only put Lilamon here to connect Symbare Angoramon to the Mega Digimon, but it still works kind of. A flower Digimon that despite it's beautiful appearance, is said to govern over death and rebirth, it's leaves are toxic and are enough to kill it's opponent. Kind of like how despite Raffina's beautiful and ladylike demeanour, she could absolutely knock someone out with ease.

Mega: Bancho Lillymon-A Fairy Digimon, with a conviction to fight for the weak and has even saved many who have been assaulted by evil Digimon. Forgoing a standard Lillymon's magical attacks for more offensive physical attacks. Yea that fits with Raffina.

Ringo Ando

Rookie: Agumon Hakase-Look, shes an A girl, there just so happens to be an Agumon varient with the theme of Intelligence and Smarts, no other rookie fit in my opinion, just kinda put 2 and 2 together.

Champion: Hudiemon-A Humanoid Insect Digimon said to be like a backup to the Digital World. It accesses records throughout the world and storing vast amounts of record data within itself. Even if a strange phenomenon occurs in the Digital World and records and memories are lost, the lost data will be restored if Hudiemon is around. A double reference to Ringo's magical girl concept art (Spoiler: for Digimon World Hacker's Memory) as well as her abnormally strong memory, being able to remember even Ecolo.

Ultimate: Sirenmon-A Digimon with a cheerful personality that sours throughout the skies and seas always singing pleasant songs. With a voice that could tranquil even devastated battlefields. Perfect for someone whose dream it is to be a famous singer.

Mega: Quantumon-Hear me out. Quantumon is a Digimon that resides above the net ocean, running constant calculations and simulations on the Digital World to implement measures to protect it from oncoming disasters, with abilities that mess with the flow of space and time. In a sense, it kind of represents all the various Gods and Godlike beings Ringo's come across and befriended. A Digimon with the abilties to mess with time and space (Ecolo) that uses them to watch over and asses various universes (Ex) with goal to Watch over and Protect the Digital World (Will of the Worlds). While it doesn't entirely represent Ringo herself, it does represent Ringo's journey so far. Which does work.

#puyo puyo #digimon #schezo wegey #schezo puyo puyo #raffina puyo puyo #ringo ando #ringo puyo puyo

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A Christmas Confession pt. 1 (Married!ScroogeXReader)

I know, I know! I said I wouldn't post up much more for the story and that I'd only do some requests and headcannon stuff, but since listening to that gorgeous cover of 'Come What May' by Luke, my brain has been fraught with inspiration. And when I followed through with it, it turned into something just a little bit bigger because I've been dying to write Ebenezer being a loving Uncle figure to children. So here we are!

Part two will come along in a bit and bring with it quite a bit more romance. *wink* Right now, enjoy sweet Uncle Ebby with some adorable little girls plus YOU!

Note: Remember, the main idea of the story is you are Marley's estranged daughter raised in America but returned to England to live (for many complicated reasons) in your early to mid-20s (younger half-siblings now included because I want to write father-figure Scrooge and the Cratchit kids and street urchins can't always be around). For the many complicated reasons previously mentioned, you have married Ebenezer--a dear friend--and are struggling with the situation because you truly have feelings for the man, but are convinced he couldn't possibly feel the same.

Also, too late for Christmas stuff? NOT WHEN IT COMES TO 'A CHRISTMAS CAROL'. If Ebenezer can keep Christmas in his heart alive all the year, then why can't I?!

Enjoy!

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Pairing: Ebenezer Scrooge x F!Reader (married)

Warnings: None, unless you count pining and seriously adorable Uncle Ebenezer with cute kids.

Summary: Christmas time has come again! This time, (probably at the behest of the children) you and Scrooge have invited the Cratchits and the Huffmans to stay with you for Christmas Eve so that you may all enjoy a Christmas morning together. You and Ebenezer agree to put the children to bed so that the Cratchits might have a break. For once!

A/N: Don't worry--we will get Prudence in the next part! And as always, insanely soft Scrooge.

And if anyone has any idea what the other Cratchit girls besides Kathy (who by all rights would probably be Belinda IDK why so many names got changed in this thing) are, let me know. Because right now, I'm just naming them things that sound right.

Part 2

A Christmas Confession pt. 1

Arms crossed over your chest, you leaned against the doorpost and watched with a small smile on your face as Millie and the young Cratchit girls knelt at the side of the bed, heads bowed and hands clasped in the nightly prayer: “Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep….” Once they’d finished the recitation, they went around the bed, each thanking or praying to God individually about something or someone in turn. Millie started off the round: “I thank you, God, for sending us the baby Jesus. And I also pray that my friend Betty in Cincinnati has a nice Christmas this year. She told me in her letters she was wanting a new doll and a dress--I hope she gets them. I would just like a pony, with Christmas ribbons in its mane and tail. Thank you, God.”

You fought back the urge to laugh at that, successfully turning it into a quiet snort. Oh, you’re adorable but highly tenacious baby sister! Even at six years old, you could already tell you were in for a whirlwind of a time raising her up. God help you when the teenage years came!

A large, warm hand enclosed over your shoulder, drawing your attention away from the children to see Ebenezer standing just behind you. “How are we coming?” he murmured, eyes on the girls.

“We’re just finishing up our prayers,” you whispered back. “How are the boys?”

“Tucked in, waiting for you to come say goodnight.”

You gave him a look of disbelief. “What?! You mean to tell me you have that rowdy lot in bed already? How on earth did you beat me?”

The silver-haired man flashed you one of his divinely roguish smirks, making your knees feel the slightest bit wobbly. “I, my fine lady, am a man of many talents,” he whispered mysteriously.

Raising an eyebrow you smirked back. “Hmm, bribed them with sovereigns. I see.” You tsked your tongue and shook your head at him. “Cheater.”

Ebenezer didn’t even try to deny it, just merely burred that beautiful chuckle of his that stirred your soul.

The two of you fell silent and watched on as the girls continued on around their individual prayers. Ebenezer’s hand stayed on your shoulder, a wonderful, gentle, steady, and warm weight that conversely sent shivers tingling along your nerves. Oh, how you wished he’d put that hand around your waist and pull you into him, as close as a real wife should be. Or at least take one of your own hands into it and twine your delicate fingers together with his attractively large ones. There was no hope for it--you wanted to be completely and utterly possessed by him. Not merely carnally (though that in itself was a major appeal) but in the soft, devoted, domestic way too; the way you’d see the Cratchits and Huffmans behave towards each other; the way you’d see couples walking the street act; the way you’d grown up watching your mother and step-father interact. What you would have given to be totally and completely the woman of the house--to be Ebenezer’s woman.

But there was no point in pining for things that wouldn’t come to pass, so you forced your mind away from the concept and put it back on the girls, who were coming to the end of their personal prayers. Millie added in one last time: “Also, God, I know I’m still just a little girl, but I’d take really good care of a pony if I had one. I promise--cross my heart. Honest. Amen.”

Again you snorted, and you heard the man beside you rumble out another amused chuckle as well. “She certainly knows how to work the system,” he remarked.

“Oh, she’s completely incorrigible,” you told him. With that, you moved back into the room (regretfully slipping out from Ebenezer’s touch as you did) and approached the children. “All right, girls, very good. Now let’s get into bed.” You pulled back the thick covers and watched as they all filed between them one by one.

“We’re not sleepy yet,” Tilda and Maggie protested, despite snuggling in next to Millie.

“We want to stay up and try to catch Father Christmas!” Alice added enthusiastically.

An entire chorus of excited agreement went up from the girls

“But he won’t come unless you’re all sound asleep,” you countered, smiling the slightest bit. Oh, to be a child on Christmas Eve again!

“Why?” sweet little Judith asked.

All five sets of eyes shined brightly up at you in innocence and wonderment, awaiting an answer. An answer that you, admittedly, were a little bit stumped over. “Um… well… that’s just always been the way it is.”

“But why?” Millie pressed further.

“Because that’s how Father Christmas’ magic works!”

You and the girls turned to see Ebenezer coming into the room, slate-blue eyes as bright and shining as the children’s. He smiled and winked at you as he moved towards the bed. You felt your heart flutter just a bit, the slightest warmth of a blush color your cheeks. Thank God the flickering firelight would help conceal it.

The tall man went around the bed and sat on the side opposite you, beaming down at the snuggled-up little girls in a way that made your heart positively melt. “You see, girls, Father Christmas has a very special kind of magic that can only work when you are all asleep,” Ebenezer twisted up his face in a comically sneaky way and peered around conspiratorially as if he were about to relay a very important secret that only they were supposed to hear and then whispered, “because the magic is fueled by your Christmas dreams!”

You made saucer-wide eyes along with the girls and exclaimed, “Ooooh!”

“Yes,” Ebenezer continued. “That’s why you must all sleep tonight so that you may dream and give Father Christmas all the power he needs for his magic to work. Why without your dreams to help him, he would never be able to travel the world and deliver presents to all the little boys and girls! And we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

“No!” Judith exclaimed, her eyes twice the size they normally were and so full of sweet innocence it broke your heart. She clutched her dolly preciously to her.

“No,” Ebenezer agreed with a serious shake of his silvery head. “I didn’t think so. So off to sleep for each of you.”

“How come we have to go to bed, but the grown-ups don’t have to?” Maggie asked.

“Yeah, shouldn’t they be sleeping so their dreams can help the magic too?” Tilda added.

That time it was Ebenezer’s turn to look stumped. Clearly, he hadn’t thought that far ahead in his story. “Um… w-well-”

“Grown-ups’ dreams aren’t as powerful as children’s dreams,” you came to his rescue. “But we make up for it by helping Santa in making sure that all of the children go to bed on time so that he has enough magic when he needs it.”

“Precisely!” Ebenezer brightened, smiling gratefully at you. Then he became very serious and stern as he turned to the girls again. “Which is why you must all go to bed at once,” he ordered, poking a ticklish finger into each little girl's tummy, causing them to squeal with laughter. “Because if you do not go to sleep, we will be failing in our duty to Father Christmas! Understood?”

Still giggling, the girls all sounded off: “Yes, sir!”

“Very good!” Scrooge said, voice still gruff like a Sergeant Major General’s. “Now, good night!” With a devilish gleam in his eyes, the man loomed down over the girls and gave them each a good hard nuzzle on the face with his cheeks, evilly chuckling ‘good night’ over and over. The girls laughed harder and tried to push him away, shrieking and squealing about his “whisker tickles”. That only made him continue with more vigor.

You couldn’t help but laugh right along with them. “Ebenezer, at this rate you’ll get them so stirred up again they’ll never be able to sleep for Santa!”

Laughing as well, Ebenezer pulled back to give you an acquiescent smile. “I suppose you are right, my dear. Without these little ones’ dreams, Father Christmas may never get his sleigh off the ground!” With that, he turned back to the girls and leaned back in, only this time to administer gentle kisses to their brows. Each girl gave him a return kiss on the cheek; Millie went a bit further to reach up and hold his face in place as she blew a wet raspberry into his muttonchop. (The man grimaced but judging how he still smiled, he didn’t seem to mind too much.) “Good night, my lovies,” Ebenezer murmured softly, an adoring gentleness in his blue eyes. “Sweet dreams and happy Christmas.”

“Good night, Uncle Ebby!” the girls chorused as he stood to leave.

“Right to sleep now,” you told the girls as you too stood up and began to leave. “No talking. Remember Santa’s counting on you to help him work tonight.”

“Yes, Y/N/Auntie Y/N!”

There was still the faint noise of giggling and whispered chatter as you closed the door, but it was quickly beginning to die down. Ebenezer’s magic had worked.

A mildly disgusted groan caused you to turn and find the man in question wiping at his spittle-slicked cheek with his handkerchief.

You giggled and pulled out your own handkerchief from your sleeve. “Here, let me. Your silky thing won’t do the job.”

With a grateful smile, Ebenezer gentlemanly bowed his face towards you. "That girl is going to be a menace to society, I tell you," he said, only half-jokingly.

You hummed in agreement as you cleaned him up, still having to stand a bit on tiptoe to do so (lovely, tall man…). "Don't I know it? She is her father's daughter--George was a… character. But I adored him.” You gave him a knowing smile. “Just as you adore Millie."

Ebenezer gave you a playful scowl, the softness in his eyes saying you were right. “You’d better go see the boys now,” he said, once you’d finished drying him off. “And then we’d better check on the older children to make sure they got themselves to bed.”

You nodded and put your kerchief away. As you followed him down the hall, you were still thinking about Ebenezer’s story. You’d never heard anything like it before. “Where’d you come up with that?” you asked, looking up at him.

The man raised a bushy brow quizzically. “Beg pardon?”

“The story about Santa’s magic fueled by children’s dreams. Did you hear that somewhere or did you just make it up on the spot?”

Ebenezer smiled. “Oh, that.” He chuckled. “Well, yes, I did come up with it, as a matter of fact, when my sister and I were children.” A sort of sad haze came into the man’s beautiful eyes to mix with the happiness of the memory as he reminisced. “You see, Jen was like any other child on Christmas Eve--well so was I, rather, for a while at least. Apparently, our parents couldn’t give her a satisfactory answer as to why she should go to bed rather than stay up and wait for Father Christmas.”

“So you came up with the reason for why.”

“Exactly.”

“Did it work?”

“It did. And Jen would ask me about it every Christmas after, even beyond the point where we stopped believing.”

You smiled and gently nudged the tall man with your shoulder. “She liked the story,” you said. “It is a good story, I must say. Certainly much more fun than what we were given: Mama and George told us if we didn’t go to bed, Santa would simply pass right over our house. It seemed to do the trick for us. Although my final year of believing, I did sneak out of bed and stayed up.” You laughed at the memory. “Sakes alive, did I give poor old George a fright when he came down early to put the presents out! He just about took me over his knee to tan my hide!”

“And I take it catching your stepfather was what caused your belief to fade,” Ebenezer surmised, looking a little amused by your story.

“Yes,” you admitted a little forlornly. “It was sad. I think it’s always sad when you stop believing in that sort of magic.”

“Yes,” Ebenezer agreed, also looking just a bit sad. But then he quickly gave you a bright smile. “But then you discover a new magic in making the old magic for others, and then you begin to believe again.”

“Just in a different way,” you said, understanding his meaning.

The man only beamed in agreement. “That was a very nice addition to the story, I must say,” he said after a moment. “The bit about adult dreams not being as powerful as those of children.”

You raised your chin a bit haughtily and flipped a curl of your hair with a smug smile. “Why thank you, kind sir,” you purred. “I thought it was inspired.”

Ebenezer chuckled at that. “You know, I’d forgotten that story,” he remarked as you both pulled up in front of the door to the boys’ room. “Until now.” He had a distant, contemplative look in his eyes.

Feeling a bit bold, you reached out and grabbed his hand, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze. You smiled genuinely at him. “I’m glad you remembered it, Ebenezer,” you told him. “The girls enjoyed it and… and so did I. Truly.”

Ebenezer had looked a bit surprised when you’d taken his hand so suddenly. Now the surprise was fading back into warmth and affection. He squeezed your hand back. “Then I shall strive never to forget it again, Y/N.”

There was something in his manner; something extremely soft and unknown to you in his voice and gaze; something that warmed your being from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. For the umpteenth time, your heart fluttered--your breath caught in your throat. You may not have known what it was, but you knew you never wanted him to stop looking at or talking to you like that. Could… could he possibly- the thought was dismissed from your mind before it even had time to fully process. No. No, it wasn’t that; it wasn’t possible. Ebenezer saw you as his very dear friend and that was all; he would never look at you or speak to you in a way other than that. It was just fanciful thinking on your part that that warmth in his manner could be something more. Merely wishes. It was simply the merriment of the evening and the excess joy of the children rubbing off on everyone, enhancing every emotion. It was the spirit of Christmas--that was all.

You shook your head, clearing off the daze. “Well,” you said, clearing your throat before adding significant volume to your tone so you would be heard through the door, “we’d better go make sure these boys are asleep!” With that, you, rather reluctantly, let go of Ebenezer’s hand. And if you weren’t so deadset on Ebenezer seeing you as nothing more than a friend, you could have sworn his release was reluctant as well.

@the-house-of-auditore-frye @oldmanlusting

#scrooge 2022 #ebenezer scrooge #ebenezer scrooge x reader #ebenezer scrooge x you #slow burn #romance #uncle ebenezer #married couple #pining--oh the pining!#children on christmas eve #that one character you KNOW is going to be an absolute little shiester but you'll adore them anyway #babysitting? kind of?#GIRL--HE LIKES YOU--GO FOR IT!!!#Can someone explain to me how to use the gif thing please? It takes forever for me to find anything I want #Youtube

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I am almost at the end of the Head Hunter Arc and there are a hundred story threads all running parallel so I would def have to re-read once again to fit in the sequence of events. Anyway, I will make a longer post about all my thoughts later,, but now I really really wanna get this off my chest.

warning: rant underneath, please check the tags for the subject of rant, proceed with caution—don’t come @ me if this is your favorite character

Reim died—and I did not feel a single thing. In fact, I am more frustrated he died just like that than his oh-dear-poor-guy plight being shown to me. Am I supposed to feel sorry for him? I just can’t.

He is the worst kind of character—the ones who always want to maintain the status quo, the ones who think they can get away with anything because they are on the side of self-proclaimed ‘Good’, and whatever they do is ‘needed for the greater good’.

This guy single handedly, with one bullet, ruined whatever positive interactions might have occurred between the Baskervilles and the heroes (Break at least? Because Vincent, who is already working with the Baskervilles, is on... idk what side?)

I still maintain the Baskervilles were pulled into some major political conspiracy and they were forced to kill all those people in Sablier in order to ‘save’ them from getting turned into chains.

[The more the author shows me their flashbacks and how happy they were as a family—

look at them, they are the literal essence of found family ;-;—

shedding happy tears rn ;-; Fang, Doug and Lottie were best Dads/Big bro/Mom/Big Sis to Lily.

—the more I feel like they were never sadistic cold-blooded mass murderers in the first place.]

See, Break and Lottie were making baby steps towards coming to work together for a common cause. On their next meeting, when Break put his sword to Lottie’s throat, she, whether fearing his power and deciding to buy time or what, did make an attempt to understand him rather than trying to jump in for a fight at once.

And then, when the ‘false’ Baskervilles came onto the scene, they were forced to make an unwilling alliance to defeat them albeit for a moment.

I had hoped—one more meeting and then maybe, hopefully, at least, these two would put aside their differences and misunderstandings and start working together to exchange information and unravel all the mystery of the Tragedy; in the process, the heroes start to slowly realize the true nature of the Baskervilles.

But no. Reim just had to ruin everything. He heard Lily’s story, came to the realization that Baskervilles weren’t monsters but ‘laughed just like us’, and decided... ok this child is innocent but she will definitely kill many more people in the future so let me shoot her right through her head now and finish her off.

I had been reading with a smile on my face because their interactions were so cute, the way she tried to console him and relate to him, the way she squealed on seeing the March Hare (March Hare really is cute btw)—and then, bam! I was more shocked when he ‘killed’ her than when Fang announced Reim was dead.

I can’t put this in a better way either so here we go—Reim is an idiot.

Here is a child that spills out everything unprompted if you simply humor her for a bit. She is a literal goldmine of information about the elusive Baskervilles. All you have to do is pretend-play with her that you are her ‘friend’ and she will tell you all tidbits from her life. All ‘truths’ because she has no reason to lie to a friend. “Family is good of course, but friends are good too.” She trusts her family, she trusts her friends.

Instead, what Reim does is go for the kill.

Without even understanding the basic nature of Baskervilles.

He didn’t know or even bother to find out Baskervilles could heal before playing his trump card.

Is he not Rufus Barma’s apprentice? Did he not learn a thing from the tenacious information broker, who deals with even life-and-death matters using information?

Has he never heard of the saying—half knowledge is a dangerous thing? Does he not know of buying time? Never heard of humoring someone? If she wants to see your chain, show her that, play with her till you manage to pass information to your friends and then when Break or someone strong enough to handle her hellhound arrives on scene, capture her alive, gdi! (I remember that scene from Dark Era when Dazai got frustrated that Akutagawa killed off half a dozen hopeful sources of information. Now, I understand his frustration.)

In fact, he did not even wait to hear her full story, asked a question or two, came to the conclusion that they are gonna reenact the Tragedy of Sablier—(after listening to a gullible child, btw. She is ofc gonna listen to her elders. If they say yes, then yes; if they say no, then no. How in the world do you make such a major decision after listening to the words of a child? And once again, I am not so sure if the Baskervilles indeed enacted the First Tragedy of Sablier in the first place. He is jumping to conclusions there too.)

—and shoots her through her head. Whether she died or not doesn’t matter here. She survived because of her super healing power. What matters here is that yes, Reim did have full killing intention when he shot her. Had she been a normal human, she’d have died. It was her brains that he intended to blow out. No way she was gonna survive that if she were a human.

He is the one that betrayed her budding trust. Sorry but I have no sympathy for him. If she used her chain to rip his throat, that’s on him. He shot the first bullet. Whatever she does afterwards counts as self-defense for me.

Well, here comes another idiot, Break, who doesn’t know any of this. Without even finding out what transpired there, he directly jumped in to fight against two self-healing Baskervilles all by himself, spitting blood, lost eyesight, can’t-last-too-long-in-a-battle and all as he is, in order to ‘avenge’ his friend.

Lottie, please come and talk all of this out—is what I wanted to say, because she seems the only one with brain cells among this bunch of idiots.

see, I can even draw up the parallels between the Break-Lottie 'friendship' and Reim-Lily 'friendship'.

When Break offered her to be his ‘friend’ (Break being a way more powerful opponent compared to Lottie, she was completely overpowered and at his mercy), she got through alright. Even on their second meeting when Break wanted to ‘shred her to pieces’ for killing Reim (which she probs has no idea of. It’s Lily who found him.), she managed to buy time if only with the appearance of the ‘fake’ Baskervilles and later escape.

Whereas when Lily, a child with a bit stronger chain than Reim’s (or so he says, for idk what his chain does) asked Reim to be her ‘friend’, he goes for the kill. oh no, poor guy doesn’t know how to buy time with a talkative, gullible child who has long given up on wanting to kill him and wanted to simply chat with him *sigh*

Same situation, different brains, different outcomes.

But because of that one stupid brain, all is gone to waste. No way an alliance between Break and the Baskervilles is gonna take place after this. I mean, I don't know if he meant it when he said this--

what are the many things he wanted to tell her please i wanna know i am dying for more interactions between them please

But it is too late now. It has turned into a kill-or-be-killed situation.

As of the present, it is Break vs Fang and Lily; and istg if something happens to any one of them, I will personally kill Reim. all over, once again. painfully.

I love all the three and I can’t see even one of them die over an idiot who caused his own death because he is an idiot.

#may-reads-ph #retrace li #reim-lunettes-critical #i don't think i will change my mind about this situation so it will be pointless to justify reim's actions to me #head hunter arc #this arc is giving me 50 shades of frustrations #this arc should be renamed head loser arc #bc everyone seems to have lost their head #running about like headless chickens and jumping to conclusions right and left #vanessa thinks it is leo break thinks it is elliot #evidence: buT hE Was THe OnLY oNE oN tHe SCeNe

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caprisonwas · 2 years

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UM WE DON’T TALK ABOUT THIS warning! Explicit content 18+!

“..No.. NO!” I shouted as I woke up, drenched in sweat from a terrible nightmare, I realized that someone was watching me, as I sheepishly opened an eye. It seemed as if nobody was there.

Groggily, I rubbed my eyes, and to my surprise it was.. BTS? Everyone in BTS in the flesh, in my room. They grab me aggressively. That's when RM says in his ever-so dominantly, deep breathy voice, “Your ethereal beauty pulls me in, and I’ve found myself watching you every night. Oh how I’d give anything to kiss those rosy pink lips of yours. We've all been watching you, y/n." “W-what?" I stuttered as I clutched the sheets and hid under them.

Fuck, why do I stutter so much?

I thought to myself in dismay as tears formed in my eyes. I felt scared. And, slightly turned on. Wait, what? Why am I turned on? Why did this have to happen to me of all people?

Jungkook smirked as he climbed on top of my bed and began to handcuff me to the auburn frame of my bed, as he nodded to J-Hope. He slowly reached for the covers, as he found me all curled up, crying. He pulled me out, as he caressed my cheek slowly. “What’s wrong, y/n?” Jungkook worriedly asked me, as my tears fell to my blanket, soaking the soft, duvet material. The other members shifted uneasily, as if they hadn’t anticipated this.

“I-I-I’m scared. I don-n-don’t know what’s g-g-go-go-going on..!” I mumbled, half through the tears that blurred my vision. Jungkook sighed. “Come here, y/n. It’s alright, we didn’t mean to scare you.” He murmured as he pulled me close.

Thump, thump, I heard my heart pound. Oh, be still my beating heart, I sighed, as my face began to heat up. If only Jungkook knew how much his voice turned me on. I was becoming a madman for his touch. I needed more.

More, more!

I wiped my tears, as I threw myself onto him. I was acting like a cat in heat, but I couldn't care less. My sweet, slutty Jungkook. I could only imagine what a moaning mess he’d be under me. The thought of this very much turned me on. Without a moment’s hesitation, I unzipped his pants, and pulled down his cute, black boxers. As his member greeted me, I licked my lips in anticipation. “So you were this excited to see me?” I teased as I tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Famous with the ladies, eh?” I heard V say as he walked over to the bed. He looked at Jungkook’s heavy package as his eyes glinted with excitement. “You can’t be getting all the attention now can you, y/n?” V said seductively, eyes on Jungkook as he winked at Jungkook. Jungkook, surprised, hadn’t thought of V as a gay man. But, it didn’t matter to him. All he knew was that he was getting fucked and sucked all night long.

V tenaciously approached Jungkook as he slowly lowered his head, and began sucking Jungkook ever-so sensually. “M-mmph! A-ah!” Jungkook’s body rose as he moaned in ecstasy, covering his heated face while letting his precious moans slip from his lips. Shit, now I was really turned on. I watched the whole thing unfold right before my eyes, as I felt myself suddenly wet. Great. I got up, as I walked over to RM. I couldn’t stand the sexual tension in this room, fuck.

“Please, RM, I can’t take it, watching them. Please touch me.” I moaned, as I crashed my lips onto his. Although taken aback, RM seemed to enjoy this. He grabbed my cheeks as he closed his eyes, slowly moving down to my neck. He kissed my neck, as he bit my neck. “A-ah!” I moaned as my arms tightened around his neck. He smirked as he trailed down to my chest, giving me an unforgiving amount of hickies. Those aren't going away any time soon.

I stopped him as I looked into his eyes. His eyes were filled with lust and desire, he could not hold himself back. “Please. Take my virginity, RM!” I cried out. I sounded so needy and he knew it. “Of course, y/n. My darling, I’ve waited for this moment for so long, you have no idea.” RM kissed me as his big hands moved over my body ever so lovingly.

I let out a sharp moan, instantly covering my mouth with my hands. “Let me hear your slutty moans. I need to hear your pathetic noises, you belong to me, and only me.” RM mumbled, as he let out a breathy moan. Fuck. Why did I have to feel this way?

“P-please..” I whimpered. Oh, God. I didn’t even know what I was begging for at this moment. My mind went crazy just from his touch. I didn’t expect it all to feel this amazing! “Prepare yourself for the night of your life, y/n. Because I don't intend on going easy on you tonight.”

Help I don’t even know what that was 💀

#jimin #kpop smut #bts smut #bts fanfiction #smut

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erisxdrifter · 2 months

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Hey, here's a question...

Do you think you could post all your stories in Ao3? That would be very cool but I'm not forcing you to.

What made you love this ship?

Lol oh my goodness, I've been meaning to look into Ao3 but I've been kinda busy and forgot 😅 Definitely intend to look into it, and if I start posting my stories over there, I'll post the links here too! :))

Honestly, I've asked myself that a couple times too, and I think the reason is because not only are both characters already really cool and unique by themselves, but then their relationship is also slow building and fun to watch and observe too. I've been into other ships as well, but they all ended up fading pretty fast and I stopped really caring for them... For Eris and Drifter, I started thinking they might like each other in 2021, but actually started getting into/drawing the ship in 2022 and haven't stopped since 😂

Another thing I love is that their relationship doesn't feel sped up or forced, it feels natural, to me at least. I love the way they start off bickering and being mean to each other, and then as the seasons and years go by, with each new interaction they grow a little kinder to one another.

I also love how they both have so many differences, but then they also have some things in common. Like they've both had traumatic pasts, they are both dedicated to getting their work done (Eris even once referred to the Drifter as tenacious a long while back), and they are both kinda gross and messy XD

Drifter sidled through Eris's Athenaeum, poking at her occult doodads. Many of the unidentifiable objects were covered in one type of grime or another: wax, tallow, machine grease, or blood. He shook his head with affection, amazed that someone so sharp could be so sloppy.

And I love the way they treat each other too... The Drifter respects Eris, and he doesn't treat her like she's crazy. Eris understands the Drifter's pain, and so she is occasionally very gentle with him, especially recently 🥺

But even here in season of the Haunted she is being very open, sweet, and gentle with him...

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I love the dynamic and growth between them over the years, and then the fact that they are really awesome and unique characters too... plus, what can I say? They also look really cute together :3

Sorry for such a long reply, I just love these two so much 🤣 Thank you for the ask!

#drifteris #moonrat #eris morn x drifter #eris x drifter #drifter x eris #eris morn/the drifter #eris and drifter #the drifter #eris morn #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny 2 lore #destiny 2 ships #asks #asks open #i love these two so much #they make me so happy

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sailtomarina · 9 months

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Grazing Winter Herbs and Other Delights

Neville x Hermione | @hp-yuletide-bliss Day 13: Reindeer tracks | WC 1932 | Rating: T

“Thanks for coming, Neville. I know you’re pretty busy these days–”

He waved a dismissive hand. “I’m actually not as busy as you might think, and I’m always available to help a friend.”

“Still, thank you. I really don’t know what to make of what I found.”

She was of course referring to the gigantic holes in her herb garden. Neville hand helped her when she’d first moved out into the countryside, suggesting flowers and vegetables that not only suited her personality and diet, but also were moderately easy to care for. It wasn’t that Hermione was a beginner, she’d scored nearly as well as he in Herbology, but that she was the busier of the two. Neville couldn’t count the number of times they’d had to reschedule planting at the start. Frankly, he thought the Ministry was taking advantage of her hard work ethic, but it wasn’t really his place to say anything.

Where once there were several thriving bushes of thyme were now holes in the garden bed. Gone, too, were the chives and sorrel.

“I’ve checked for all the usual suspects: porlocks, mooncalves. None of them apply!”

“I see you’ve also erected the fencing I recommended since I was last here,” Neville said in approval, looking at the perimeter of cedar posts. It wouldn’t be enough to keep out the truly tenacious, but was a good enough deterrent for most creatures. “Have you considered any charms?”

“I have, but I thought I’d consult you first before going that route. I know there are certain magical plants that don’t do well with some charms.”

He beamed at her in pride. So she had been listening to him in the past. Granted, it was Hermione, the paragon of the perfect student, but still. It wasn’t often that Neville felt truly accepted when he went on one of his spiels.

She gave him that cute little grin of hers that did something funny to his insides and playfully punched him in the arm. “What do you take me for?”

“I’ll take whatever you offer me.”

The words were out of his mouth without a thought, and he wanted to reel them back in the second they were out. Hermione appeared just as surprised as he, her eyebrows jumping high on her forehead and breath making in an audible woosh.

“Nev!”

He sighed in relief as she laughed, though it sounded a bit awkward together with how she looked away from him as she did so. He tried to not feel disappointed. There’d been inklings of interest, he’d thought, as they labored in the soil together. Lingering hands, teasing comments erring on the side of flirtation. A large part of him had hoped for some kind of progress tonight when he’d received her invitation.

Perhaps, it was too soon. Perhaps, it was wishful thinking.

“Why don’t I take a look around and see what else we might have on our hands?” He turned away from her before she could meet his eyes once more. It was better he not look for what wasn’t clearly there.

Unlike the packed dirt on the opposite side of the planter. Clearly pressed into the ground were two hoof prints.

Huh.

He circled around looking for more tracks, but there were none to be found. He was lucky to have seen any at all, since most of the garden was covered in loose wood chips to stave off pests. So why was this one section uncovered?

“Hermione, come look at this.”

She joined him where he stood bent. “Oh! What’s this?”

Squatting down, she waved her wand in an intricate series of motions over the hoof prints. Moments later, a shimmering image appeared in the air before them.

“Is that…a deer?” Neville cocked his head in fascination. Of all critters, he hadn’t expected one of the most obvious threats to gardens. Hermione’s quick inhale had him looking over at her in alarm. “What?”

“I might be mad, but I think that’s a deer track.”

He swung back around to inspect the image once more. “Huh. I think you might be right.”

“Do you suppose it just jumped over my fence? I thought wild deer were extinct here, though I have heard of reindeer farms in Scotland.”

This time it was Neville turn to look at Hermione in amusement.

“What?”

“What about flying reindeer?”

The transitioning expressions on her face were comical to observe. First, her brow crinkled in what he thought to be disbelief. She frowned, her mouth dropping open before shutting again. Her head tilted, hands moving to her hips in that stance she’d perfected growing up and now seldomly used. Neville couldn’t help but grin at the sight of it once more.

“Neville Longbottom, have you lost the plot? There’s no such thing as a flying reindeer. That’s a myth, just like Father Christmas.”

“According to who?”

“According to everyone? I learned he wasn’t real when I was barely three-years-old!”

Neville hummed in understanding. “What if I told you that he’s considered very real in the Wizarding World?”

“I’d say you’re barmy.” She winked to soften the slight, and he warmed at the reassurance.

“He was a real wizard, just as magical as you and me, and he flew around in a sleigh pulled by reindeer. Some stories are based in fact, you know.”

She gaped at him, hands now dropped at her side. He would have laughed if he didn’t already know better. He simply waited her out, continuing to hold his smile.

“Well, my goodness. I don’t even know what to think.”

“I’m happy to share some other known facts if you’re interested.”

She nodded slowly and looked back down at the tracks on the ground. “So you’re saying these flying reindeer landed in my garden, forcefully enough to clear the woodchips I might add, and ate all my herbs?”

“‘I’m saying just that.”

“That’s,” she let out an incredulous laugh, “beyond anything I would have ever considered. I would have even thought of the legendary Hogwarts yeti before a flying reindeer!”

This time it was Neville’s turn to give her a blank look.

“What? Hagrid never told you about the yeti that’s often been seen around the castle in the winter?”

“No….” Was she having him ‘round the bend?

She nodded solemnly. “Ask any of the professors or ghosts. There have been stories about the Hogwarts yeti for ages. You can read all about it in the school records.”

Of course Hermione would have read school records of decades past, probably even centuries. Neville wasn’t sure why he was even surprised anymore, but that was just how she was. It was a large part of what he loved about her most: her inquisitive mind, a compassion for absolutely anyone and everyone in need, her unwavering loyalty and friendship. He couldn’t imagine not having Hermione in his life. He wanted her in his life everyday.

“You still have some bunches of mallowsweet left; I’m surprised they didn’t go after those first.”

Should he just go ahead and ask her?

“You’re right! That is curious.” She came around closer to him to inspect the innocuous plant. Neville had suggested she grow them as pollinators. He’d assured her that they were hardy and could survive almost any climate thrown at them. “I wonder if there’s some inherent defensive quality that deters grazers.”

The Herbologist in him could have pointed out mallowsweet leaves offered very little in the form of flavor or purpose for potion making. Chances were the reindeer hadn’t even been interested. He’d tried smoking mallowsweet with Hannah and Susan in Fourth Year to little effect. Whatever properties it afforded was still a mystery.

The man in him recognized an opportunity and decided to take it.

“What do you say we hold a stake out and see if any reindeer return to finish the job?”

Eyes the color of rich dark chocolate looked up at him from beneath thick lashes. She smelled just as sweet–or was that the mallowsweet?

“Like an overnight kind of stake out?”

He slowly let his breath out, willing himself not to give away his nerves or appear too excited. “Something like that.”

“Are you free tonight?”

His heart was threatening to leap right out his chest.

“I can be.”

She looked up fully at him now, a coy smile playing on her lips. “Should I ready binoculars and disguises?”

“What are binoculars?”

A tinkle of laughter cascaded down like a refreshing morning mist. “They��re like portable telescopes you can wear around your neck. Or omnioculars, if you’ve ever used those, but without the fancy slow and rewind features.”

He chuckled, now understanding the silly image she painted. “Somehow, I think the reindeer won’t require either. We can just watch from the comfort of your home.” He looked over towards the window of the cottage where he could already make out a window seat just made for reading. It looked large enough for two people to easily fit. “Remind me later that I have some trailing houseplants you’d really like. They’d go perfect with your little alcove.”

She followed his line of sight, then looked back up at him and stepped closer. “Your expertise applies to interior decoration, as well?”

Just recently, he’d outfitted the entirety of Pansy Parkinson’s opulent Diagon penthouse with all manner of exotic houseplants and far too many holly berries. He’d barely escaped with his dignity intact; she’d been set on thanking him personally with the insistence that Galleons weren’t enough to display her gratitude. There was something intensely terrifying about her talon-sharp nails and the click of her heels against granite as she prowled after him.

Neville gulped and tried not to infer anything from the innocent question. “I’ve given advice to others before.”

“Do you do that often?” He couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but Neville was certain Hermione was implying something other than just the obvious. There was a shine to her eyes that reminded him a bit of Pansy, only he hoped this one reflected his own interest.

“Only for friends who ask and clients who pay very well.”

“I didn’t ask, though.”

There was a long strand of hair that had escaped her hair tie, and he couldn’t help but reach out and twirl the end around his fingers. There was no missing the way her breath caught at the action, or how she now looked up at him, lips parted, like she was wanting.

He couldn’t hide the truth from her now, not with her looking at him like that, not with the silky cinnamon curls clinging to his knuckles like they didn’t want to let go.

“You’re special.”

“I think you’re pretty special, too, Nev,” she said softly.

Her eyes dropped to his mouth and she licked her lips.

“Hermione?”

“Yeah?” The question was a whisper between them. Was she rising up towards him, or was he lowering down?

“I’d really, really like to kiss you, but I don’t want to be too forward.”

They were mere inches away now, close enough for him to imagine what she might taste like. Did she taste as sweet as the smell enveloping them both? What kind of pretty sounds would she make?

“Consider this my invitation.” Fingers curled into the front of his wool cloak and tugged him the final stretch.

Whether it was reindeer or another creature completely who partook of Hermione’s herbs, Neville would have to express his gratitude personally one day. Their excellent taste had afforded him his own chance to indulge, which he did with relish.

Cross-posted on Tumblr and AO3.

I absolutely adore Nevmione. The idea of a man with the confidence and expertise to overhaul an entire garden and greenhouse is just…OOOMPH. Grow things for me, baby. Show me those strong hands and shoulders! What better kind of partner to share a home and future with?

I actually grew up in Alaska where we do have reindeer farms and wild caribou. They’ve always been one of my favorite type of deer, alongside moose, which are also in abundance. I used to go to the LARS (large animal research station) at UAF to see them and the musk ox, especially in the spring with the yearlings. Did you know reindeer gobble up lichen like candy?

#harry potter fanfiction #nevmione #neville x hermione #hermione granger #neville longbottom #hp yuletide bliss #christmas hp fest

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𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 (𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒)

─── The frigid cold of Orto Plutonia was more tenacious than predicted. But Obi-Wan manages to make it warmer.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

Contents: fluff, established (secret) relationship, obi being cute, bullying Ani, one suggestive joke, no beta, 1.2k+

Notes: Takes place sometime during S1E15 :Trespass of the clone wars :) also here’s the original request

“Marker… this a joke.”

The frigid cold of Orto Plutonia was more tenacious than predicted. It swept underneath clothes, chilling and biting at the skin with its coat of frost and endless expanse of snow.

Her hands, she concluded, were the coldest. The gloves the Council had issued were thin, allowing for dexterity to properly yield her saber, but provided no warmth. Her jacket, yet lined with artificial fur, did little overtime to shield them from the wind as she shivered at the bone-chilling gust of wind ruffling through.

She lowered her chin into her scarf and coat, only glancing over to Obi-Wan who shuffled closer to her as Anakin proceeded to complain.

“One. Hilarious. Joke.”

She curled and flexed her fingers, noting how numbness settled into them.

“Argh! Blast!”

She and Obi-Wan turned their heads to shoot Anakin an amused look, but he doesn’t seem to notice, only staring out over the frozen field, looking forlorn.

A series of muttered profanities spewed from him – face a blotchy pink as his arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Anakin did a poor job fighting the shivers racking his body.

She would have laughed at him had her face not been frozen into a similar grimace.

“Something the matter?” Obi-Wan asked, amusement lacing his voice.

“I’m not in the mood for your teasing right now, Master.”

“It’s an honest question. Maybe it’s something to do with how violently you’re shivering.”

“Ah, yes,” Anakin drawled, “must be because of the sun.”

“It is lovely out.”

Harsh and howling, they fell silent when the wind hit them again as they trekked further across the horizon. Anakin could be heard sucking in a pained breath and the sounds of fresh snow crunching under their boots. Even Obi-Wan turned his back sharply against the breeze, shielding both of them while several clones in the distance huddled closer together for warmth.

Anakin groaned loudly, pulling the hood of his jacket further down to shield his face. “Why is it so kriffing cold!”

She was foolish that it was impossible to get any colder than she already was and with a cloud of breath bursting out from her along with a laugh.

“Perhaps it’s because it’s winter,” she shot back, fist curling and uncurling.

A pointed elbow knocked her in the side as he grunted something inaudible.

“Have I mentioned that I hate you?”

“The Jedi cannot hate, Anakin,” Obi-Wan breathly exhaled.

She, however, found herself smirking. “Not since Naboo.”

“Oh,” he drawled, “I’m long overdue then.”

Obi-Wan forced down his smile while keeping his eyes fixated on the building they’ve been monitoring, senses alert and mind ready for impending danger.

“Okay,” Anakin hissed out dryly. He spun around, looking at the General as he slowly began inching his way back down the fill. “I can’t do this. I’m going to see if the Senator or droids need me.”

“May the Force lead you to some warmth, then,” Obi-Wan replied, only to hear Anakin spout how the Force can ‘stick it,’ much to his dismay whose only response was another wearily sigh.

Both Jedi cast one look back towards Anakin’s disappearing outline before reflexively turning towards each other. They drew closer, walking in companionable silence until more violent winds halted them in their tracks.

“Let’s finish securing the base,” he said hurriedly.

Never had she agreed to an order faster.

• • •

Time was easily lost.

They had spent hours making certain the security around the perimeter of the abandoned Republic base was stable and void of any suspects. But even inside it felt colder: the damaged heat generators broke down with long-disused fireplaces.

With what was left, the day eased into dusk as exhaustion wore down on her, the mission becoming far more violent than originally intended.

She pulled herself into a secluded room and stared out to the open sky, catching a glimmer of streaking starlight and letting tranquillity settle through instead before shifting into a meditative state.

Perhaps it was the calling of her name or the unwelcome chill engulfing the little bare skin still exposed, but she snapped out of her reverie as Obi-Wan stepped in, closing the door behind him and stood by her side.

Silence fell around them for a long, blissful moment, letting the stiffness roll from their shoulders.

He turned to her eventually, giving her a thoughtful look and murmuring, "I’ve been looking for you.”

“I tried to find somewhere warmer.”

By her side, her fingers twitched: burning from the cold before rubbing them together in hopes to convert the friction into warmth.

Instinctively, Obi-Wan reached to grasp one, pressing a kiss over her knuckles.

“I told you to pack warm,” he muttered, pulling her close to his chest. She watched his mouth curl upwards.

He beckoned her into his arms, feeling the hot air brush against the nape of her neck while he dipped his head to press a kiss to her jaw and cheek. A shiver thrilled down her spine.

“We could always share body heat later.”

Obi-Wan sighed with a low humming laugh that managed to break out a few giggles from her.

And yet, he continued to observe her with a faux-skeptical arch of his brow, standing beside her with cross arms as though he wrestled internally with a sort of dilemma. He looked at her with a strange intensity and she felt just the slightest brush of his signature against her own.

His fingers raised to tip her chin up, tenderly letting his hand brush against her cheek while his azure gaze greeted her.

“I want to show you something.”

Slowly, he tugged off his gloves before hers – not without protest – as his hands cupped hers into a ball. His eyes fluttered shut as he concentrated: the Force around them shifted, pulling out something deep within Obi-Wan.

A small gasp tore from her.

A flicker of warmth materialized in the space between them while his signature flowed outwards. It ebbed away at the cold filling their bodies with warmth and he continued to emit light.

Like this, with the little light still left to reflect off the blinding white snow, it glinted off strands of his auburn hair and made them burn like gold.

“Better?” he asked, eyes fluttering open with a slight pink hue on his cheeks.

As the cold released her from its hold, her body relaxed into his warm embrace. She could feel her hands again, that dull numbness vanishing the longer he held them.

“Better.”

He hummed and like muscle memory, Obi-Wan briefly let his signature expand out, checking for anyone close before leaning in, pressing warm lips against hers and sliding his hand down the base of her neck.

It was soft, without urgency, and everything felt like an unravelling of heat – open-mouth kisses that held no meaning other than just being content to be near each other, to simply have something just for them at that moment.

She kept breathing him in, feeling her head swim and body effervescent.

It was only the sweeping cold that managed to work past the walls and barrier of warmth that stopped them. Obi-Wan’s signature flickered intensely, feeling another wave of warmth wrapping around her dotingly.

“You have to teach me that one.”

He gently pressed his forehead against hers.

“I don’t know. I like holding you like this.”

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