#BREAD PAWS OMG!!!!!!!!!!
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hiii i see you're taking requests for black butler so i'd like to submit one, hope it's alright 😊 could you write a sebastian x female reader wherein reader is ciel's older sister (she knows seb is a demon and also his contract with ciel) and seb has a soft spot for her and is always gentle towards her because she looks exactly like his former lover who was also a demon and the only one he ever loved. then reader got sick one day and ciel ordered him to attend to her needs and not leave her side (he intends to do so without ciel ordering him), reader is touched but also confused by seb's caring actions towards her so she asks him why he's like this to her and he answers "you look exactly like her" then tells her the whole story, reader doesn't know why but she kinda feels deja vu bcs of that. then few days later when reader has recovered she goes to seb to thank him and kisses him (bonus: ciel and the others caught them in 4k 😆) i understand if you ignore this if the details are very specific. still, thank you 😊
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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: omg it's been years since I've written for Sebastian! Since my Wattpad days lol
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Sebastian x Ciel's sister! Reader
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You groaned at the light pouring in from the doorway as it opened, hiding under your duvet instead so that the light wouldn’t worsen your headache. The sound of the door clicking shut was followed by the wheels of a trolley and footsteps, but you didn’t need those details to know who had entered the room. Sebastian had been looking after you while you fought your way through this illness. Your little brother had ordered him to do so but you knew that, order or not, he would have done so anyway.
You let out a sigh and pulled the duvet away from your face, the room now dark once more with only the pale moonlight filtering in through the curtains: enough to allow you to see but not enough to intensify your headache.
“Dinner, my Lady.” The dark-haired butler spoke quietly, mindful of your pounding head, as you shifted upwards, making your cat Daisy at the end of the bed stir awake to check up on you through one open eye before closing them once again. Ciel had been so against you getting a cat but you were his soft spot, the big sister that had brightened up his childhood, always taking him on days out and playing with him in the garden, teaching him the strategies of chess and skipping dance classes with him to get the snacks from the higher shelf in the kitchen that he couldn’t reach. He was the man of the house now with your father being gone and so he just couldn’t say no when you looked so happy with the feline (you have rules to keep her away from Ciel though). Sebastian was almost happier than you were with the outcome.
“Thank you, Sebastian.” You smiled softly as he removed the cover from the dish to reveal a mushroom soup with buttered bread. Your mouth watered at the sight of the still steaming, sliced loaf and how the butter had melted over it with it being so fresh from the oven. A tray was set on your lap and you quickly tucked in, tearing the warm bread apart and dipping it into the steaming soup, blowing gently on it to assure it wouldn’t burn your tongue.
Sebastian poured you some tea and set the cup and saucer on your nightstand, pulling at the fingertips of one glove to remove it. The back of his palm pressed to your forehead while you ate, checking your temperature and giving a little hum. You still had a cold sweat to you but you weren’t alarmingly burning up like you had been doing yesterday. It seemed you had powered through the worst of it. Sebastian removed his other glove and set it down on the trolley before picking up Daisy to scratch under her chin and play with her paws, admiring her toe beans and the way her claws would come out when pressed on. Daisy liked Sebastian a lot, arguably more than she liked you and you had to admit that it made you a little jealous in moments like these. As long as she was happy though, you weren’t too bothered.
The two of you sat in comfortable silence other than short little lines about how cute Daisy was or how you were feeling until Sebastian took your empty bowl from you and replaced it with a generous slice of red velvet cake.
“You spoil me.” You quipped as the dessert was revealed to you, placed on the tray upon your lap.
“As the only Lady of the house, it is only fitting that you receive the proper treatment, is all.” He replied, making you smile warmly. It was true that you liked the attention from your brother and the staff as the only Lady of the Phantomhive family, you were rarely left wanting for anything.
“You say that and yet I know that you defy the Lord of the house when you take me on particular outings into the city or sneak me desserts well past the appropriate time like this.” You replied as you cut off a mouthful of cake with the edge of the fork, humming in delight at how spongey it was paired with the smooth filling. He gave a soft laugh at having been caught out.
“Then perhaps, yes, I do spoil you, my Lady.”
“Oh, I never will get you to call me by my name, will I? I don’t care for formalities within my own home as Ciel does, you know this.” You truly had insisted on Sebastian calling you by your name as opposed to your title – you had successfully convinced the rest of the staff to do so and yet Sebastian seemed stubborn. You let out a sigh that Sebastian playfully rolled his crimson eyes at. You adored those eyes: unique and inhuman. You knew how your brother returned from being ‘lost’ those few years ago, you knew all about his deal with a devil and the true nature of the butler who diligently served the last remaining members of the Phantomhive family every day. “Come on, just say it: Y/n. Y-n.” You drew out the sounds of your name. He simply shook his head and resumed petting Daisy.
“And if I order you to call me by my name?”
“I would have no choice but to comply.”
“Because you’re one hell of a butler, right?” You teased.
“Precisely, my Lady.” You narrowed your eyes, knowing he was just pushing you to order him.
“Then I order you to call me by my name, Sebastian.” You said before taking another bite of cake.
“Very well. If that is what you wish, Y/n.” You beamed a triumphant smile at him. You stayed silent for a while as you finished your cake, happy with your win before breaking the silence.
“You care for me without Ciel needing to tell you to do so, you spoil me rotten and yet you keep a distance. Why? Dare I suggest you seem afraid of something, Sebastian?” You asked quietly, shuffling forwards and reaching out to pet Daisy with him, finding that this conversation would go easier if lacking eye contact.
“It takes a lot to scare someone like me, Y/n.” You liked how your name sounded on his tongue.
“So, what is it then?”
“Nostalgia, perhaps? Longing? A restraint for fairness?”
“You know how I so hate riddles, Sebastian.” You replied simply, feeling Daisy headbut your hand and yet it was a stroke from your butler that got her purring.
“You look just like her…” You knew he was looking at you now and yet it took you a moment to gather enough courage to look in his crimson eyes. You daren’t interrupt him.
“Who?” You prompted quietly when he went silent for a while.
“I had a lover once, she was a demon such as myself.” His lips pulled into a tight smile, “The sort that is unsavoury for a lady’s ears.” Ah, a succubus. You knew that Sebastian wasn’t above seduction when out gathering information for your little brother – had he learned from this lover of his? “She was so very dear to me and while us demons are very resilient, we are not indestructible.” He was interrupted by a mew from Daisy.
“I’m sorry for your loss.” You piped up after a while of quiet that quickly grew uncomfortable.
“Thank you…” Was all Sebastian said in reply, “However, I have a new Lady to concern myself with and so I must insist you rest more.” He tucked you back into your bed and tenderly brushed the hair from your forehead, gazing upon you for a moment too long before wishing well for your health and promising to check up on you later.
“Sebastian?” You called when he was at the door, wincing at how it made your head hurt, “Could you bring me tea and another slice of cake when you come to check up on me?” He smiled at the hopeful glimmer in your eyes, knowing he would cave to bringing you something sweet so late in the night.
“Of course, Y/n.” He replied with a wink and a finger to his lips for you to stay quiet about him breaking this rule for you.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧
You beamed a smile when you stirred awake to the sound of the door opening, Sebastian coming in with that familiar trolley and setting a tray on your lap while you sat up excitedly. Daisy was happy to know she’d be fussed again too, getting up and stretching her legs while your tea was poured for you.
“It’s a shame that we can’t share this.” You mused.
“Wouldn’t that mean there would be less for you?”
“Well yes, but I think that the act of sharing something you enjoy with someone dear to you is even better than having it all to yourself, wouldn’t you agree?” You were as unlike your brother in as many ways as you were like him and it was amusing to the demon.
“In some cases, I suppose.” He replied as he set your tea on the nightstand and then sat on the edge of your bed, watching you eat the sweet cake. His hands were combing through Daisy’s fur and yet his eyes were on you: more specifically the cream cheese frosting at the corner of your mouth that you hadn’t seemed to notice was there. Your attention was caught by his little laugh, muffled behind a hand before you furrowed your brows at him.
“What?” You asked, his smile infecting your own lips.
“You have a little something…” He reached forwards to wipe it away with his hand but you captured his wrists and set them in your lap instead, leaning forwards.
“Where?” You asked with faux innocence.
“Vixen.” He replied and yet he leaned in all the same.
“Well?” You hummed once he was close enough that his breath was fanning over your lips, “What are you waiting for?” Your body seemed to tense up and completely melt at once as his lips met yours. They were cool and soft against your skin, still slightly hot from your recovering fever and you shuddered pleasantly at the small flick of his tongue against the corner of your mouth. Sebastian’s eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the room as he gazed upon you for a moment before closing them once more and leaning in, only to freeze. Your lashes fluttered open, unsure as to the reason for his hesitation but he explained before you could open your mouth to ask. “The young Lord is calling for me.” You shared in his frustrated sigh before swooping in for another peck to his mouth.
“Go and sort him out then come back to me, hm?” You asked softly, thumb swiping over his knuckles.
“Of course, my Lady.” You pouted at him not using your name and he laughed gently, pressing a kiss to your pouty lips. “I’ll be back momentarily if I can help it, Y/n.”
“Ok…” You felt in a daze as he got up from the bed and left the room.
You hoped Ciel wouldn’t keep him for very long.
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i’m baking banana bread!! 🤩🤩 (in my head i’m making it for my boyfriend birthday partyverse!matty)
stop this is so sweet!! also i have not had banana bread in the longest time. i should really rectify that. anyway! i think even before you and matty are a Thing you're like "i am extremely jealous of your kitchen wtf mine in my flat is so tiny lol", and matty's just incredibly simpy and obsessed with the idea of you just kicking about his house so he's like "use it anytime!! even when i'm on tour. i will literally give you a spare key"; you're like "omg no i appreciate that a lot but i don't want to intrude", but whenever it's your turn to host your friend group's Every Other Month dinner party, you do end up using matty's house as the venue simply because you can't fit everyone in your flat lmao. and matty always goes a little bit insane when he sees you take plates out of the cupboard without a second thought as to where they are, just thinking about how comfortable you are in his space and how well you know it, letting his brain wander into daydreams that both of those things are because you live with him and fall asleep in his arms every night. delulu king. but back to the banana bread - one of the mornings after you have actually fallen asleep in his arms because you live in the house too, matty gently kisses your head and whispers "sweetheart, i'm just going to take mayhem for a walk, yeah? but you go back to sleep, baby, i know you're tired. we won't be long", and you're like "mhmm love you" and matty laughs quietly and says "god, you're so cute. i love you too" before he leaves. and as sleepy as you are (matty, um, kept you up for some time last night), you can't drift back off without your boyfriend there; you toss and turn for a few minutes, before you pull yourself out of bed and grab one of matty's jumpers and your glasses, go and wash your face and brush your teeth, then head downstairs. as you make your way to the fridge for some juice, you notice the bananas in the fruit bowl are starting to ripen a bit too much, and you're like "hmmm. i'm going to make banana bread". so you do! you grab all your ingredients and assemble it, and it's quite lovely doing it with the sunshine streaming through the windows and the radio on. anyway, the bread is in the oven (so you KNOW the whole house smells good) and you're putting the mixing bowl and all your equipment into the sink when you hear the front door open and close and paws scrambling over concrete; a few seconds later, mayhem bounds into the kitchen and starts nuzzling at your legs so you'll pet him, followed a few seconds later by matty, who probably wants to do the same thing. you coo "hi, my baby!" at mayhem, scratching his ears until he gets bored and goes off to the living room, and then you coo "hi, my other baby!" at matty, who laughs and kisses you sweetly. he's like "thought you were going back to sleep, sweetheart", and you're like "that's too hard when you're not next to me" - matty gives you a shit-eating grin and goes "awwwwwwwww. simp", and you roll your eyes like "pot, kettle", and he laughs again like "true" before saying "you're making banana bread? smells amazing". and you're like "mhmm. just something sweet for my sweet one", and matty blushes then says "oi, that's my line! you're the sweet one, i'm the big strong boyfriend lol"; like any sane person would, you take the opportunity to feel up matty's biceps at that point like "i mean yeah. but you're also very sweet to me. and i love it", and matty kisses your hair like "i love YOU. loved how sweet you were for me last night, too. will you do it again for me, darling?", and you kiss him like "once the banana bread's out of the oven and we've had a little bit - cos i'm starving - i'm all yours". very cute but also very flirty <3
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Human Kris is so cute she looks like she’d be the mascot of like. Little bread rolls
BFHNSND THANK YOU OMG idk about that!!! She's just Kris but with visible skin and a desperate longing to have a real tail and wolf ears and paw feet
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here to bother you ....
are you a gluten kinda guy and if so what's your favorite bread (I have so many bread opinions would love to hear yours)
and do you have any super sentimental childhood stuffed animals or figures that you still keep around?
omg hello !!!
oh i'm a big gluten guy love gluten. my favorite bread is the three cheese semolina bread from la brea bakery. yes that is weirdly specific but this bread fucks severely. we use it at the cheese shop that i work at for sandwiches and it's amazing. otherwise i love me a focaccia bread. to be honest tho i usually buy white bread the most because it's cheap and i'm poor. and let me tell you there's nothing like eating some white bread fresh out of the bag.
i do! i have a black cat stuffed animal with little white paws. his name is bootsie and i love him and have had him since i was like 3 years old. he's very special to me <3
#egonkula#chuck posting.#the way that i got so excited about the bread question i-#the sentimental stuffed animals??? ehhhh.#fuck it gimmie the BREAD
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hi girlie I have a nsfw prompt for YA: is that my shirt?
thx boo 😘
omg anon, i was just about to dive deep into my inbox for old prompts and you blessed me with a new & juicy one!!
I hope you like it!!
There's a lot about her new place that he likes.
Closer to downtown. He got money, yah, but he ain't made of it. Gas prices weren't exactly going down these days.
He doesn't have to catch Car-man cheesin' up at him from a frame in his peripheral while he's hittin' it. That's a surefire way to kill the mood, and he'd live happily ever after if he didn't have to see that ugly mug again.
There's something else too.. something not quite as easy to put his finger on. It's the way she showed up for a meeting with her forearms streaked in yellow paint, frantically explaining the must-haves of an 'accent wall'.
Or how he walked in on her once, piss drunk, scrubbing red hair dye into her scalp over the bathroom sink. (A small red stain still under lingers the faucet.)
The place smells different - like flowers and whiskey.
It's bigger too. More place for her shit, hers. Not just the kids. Suits her.
Maybe he's gettin' soft - fatherhood and old age will do that he's been told - But sometimes when high, or pleasantly drunk, his mind wanders back to those tear-stained cheeks paired with determined blue eyes, that mouthy suburban mama he tried to rob. How she’s changed.
Her attitude still a problem, that's for damn sure, but hell if it hasn't grown on him.
It was still the same woman that dropped those pearls on his door. He knew then that she could burn this whole city to the ground if she wanted to –
He just had to make sure she was on his side when it happened.
She’d finally chosen him. Well, not him exactly –they weren’t together, just casual. Scratchin' an itch.
But she'd chosen him all the same. The power. The partnership. He hated to admit just how good It felt. Wouldn’t let himself consider that he’d been waiting on this, putting it all on the line for this.
Guess he just like bein’ right about her.
Once a boss bitch, always a boss bitch. Now she just got the lifestyle to match.
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It's a little past midnight when he pulls up. He punches the code in ( apartment- living making it a bit harder to just drop in. She didn't give him the code, nah. That's not their style. But she does enter it slowly and deliberately whenever they walk in together. It didn't take him long to piece it together.) and heads up to the fifteenth floor.
Her apartment's warm, the scent of banana bread wafting from a still-warm oven. The lights are off, and the formless shape of leggings are strewn across a yoga mat in the sitting room.
Elizabeth is in bed, but still awake. He can see her open eyes illuminated in the moonlight as her body stirs.
“Hey.” He breaks the silence. A little sheepish.
“Hi.” She's girlish in her response. They grin at each other as he pulls his shirt up over his head and climbs under the covers.
Her naked body is warm, her arms inviting him closer. His sigh of relief fills the quiet room.
Elizabeth giggles into his chest. "I thought our meeting was cancelled today?"
"Mmm. Plans changed."
"Oh yah?"
He mouths at her breasts. "Mhm. That ok with you councilwoman?"
Her fingers stroke circles at the base of his skull.
"I'll allow it."
He bites her playfully on the shoulder. "What else you allowin' tonigh-..This my shirt?"
A black tee is unearthed from the mix of sheets. Clearly not Beth's, or a woman’s for that matter.'
Beth starts laughing. "No, that's ...." She obstructs slightly her face in the pillow between them, bracing herself for what’s to come. "Phil's".
Phil's some sadsack she'd swiped right on a couple weeks ago. Happy with a 'friends with benefits' arrangement, they'd had a couple drinks and downloaded some dating apps. There was no shortage of middle-aged divorced dudes waiting to get their paws on local political royalty, and Rio wasn't easily threatened. Fuck it, let the lady have her soccer dads.
"Phil! My man! Made it all the way to the 15th floor, huh? "
She's groaning through laughter beneath him.
"Dont.."
"What'd ol' Phil get up to down here. Lil bit of this?" He moves his hands down her thighs, ghosting her center. She's wet.
"Phil get you hot?"
She's squirming now, flushed.
He puts his lips against the shell of her ear.
"He make you cum?"
"Rio..." Her voice a weak warning.
He chuckles, a little cruel. "You think about me when he was sweatin' on top of you? bet you did, huh?"
'You're arrogant." But shes biting back a smile.
"Arrogant or... accurate. I know you." He guides her hands down to where his erection strains against his boxers.
She locks eyes with him, making his cock twitch.
"Phil... came over Tuesday. He didn't .. stay."
Tuesday. Tuesday. Tuesday, Beth had showed up at the bar near closing. Swaying from clearly having had a few, she'd motioned for him to come outside, where she proceeded to get down on her knees for him in the alley outback. It was fucking fantastic. It was.. shit. Tuesday.
He's rock hard now, yanking his cock free and pushing into her with a groan.
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Ex trouble:
Request: Y/n and Luke are married. Luke's ex Sierra keeps bothering them tho even tho Y/n is pregnant. It goes as far as that they have to call the police.
Requested by: emmyb.allen1 (this is for a request no hate towards Sierra)
A/N: Sure thing! Enjoy!
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Y/n's POV:
The light breeze of summer air was hitting my face. My body sprawled out on the bed.
My back against Luke's warm chest as my eyes fluttered open. A smile on my lips as I felt warmth curled up against my belly.
Little paws pushed against it. Petunia has been always attached to me since the day I moved in with my at the time boyfriend.
Now Husband. But since I got pregnant she was practically guard dog.
I scratched her head smiling before turning around slightly. Luke's eyes shut closed.
His eyelashes laying against his cheeks. His hair messy against the pillows.
My finger went up to poke his cheek with a cheeky smile.
A groan leaving his lips as he opened his ocean blue eyes with a glare.
,,Just cause you are carrying my child doesn't mean you can be cheeky darling." He mumbled making me giggle.
A sudden ping interrupting my planned sassy remark.
His phone lighting up on his nightstand. I huffed annoyed.
Since Luke's ex found out about my pregnancy she apparently noticed how much she still loves him.
Don't understand me wrong. I always had respect for Sierra. But this is going to far.
,,If it's her again I will actually give birth and then jump out if the window." I laughed making Lu chuckle.
,,Don't stress about it love. It's bad for our little bean." He whispered against my lips before pressing a kiss against them.
He sat up grabbing his phone. Before slandering into the bathroom.
I sighed before turning to piggy who was now sitting up next to me.
,,Goodmorning pup!" I whispered smiling.
After we got ready for the day Luke and I decided to go out for lunch with the boys.
We all sat in the back of the little diner.
,,I'll have..the chicken Alfredo with garlic bread..but could I get the garlic bread on a different plate? I don't like my food touching." Michael murmured.
The waited giving him a side eye meaning he will definitely spit in our food after that.
Crystal shaking her head with a smile.
,,Ofcourse..I'll be back with your drinks." She sighed and turned around.
,,Why is she making such a fuss? It's literally her job!" I laughed as Luke wrapped his hand around my shoulder.
,,I don't know! Don't worry Mike." Ashton smiled patting his frowning friends back.
Whose eyes then went wide while looking behind me matching everyone's who was sitting opposite us.
,,Yall look like you saw a ghost!" Luke exclaimed turning around to.
A small curse leaving his lips making me and Calum turn around too.
,,Oh fuck no.." I spat as I watched the one person I least wanted to see walk in the diner.
Sierra. Today is not my day.
,,What the fuck is she doing here?" Kay asked confused as she walked up to our table with an annoying grin.
Luke grabbing my thighs and whispering calm words in my ear.
That didn't help my boiling self tho.
,,What a pleasant surprise! 5sos and their girls! And the one night stand that got pregnant." She teased with an smug pout.
A gasp leaving Crystal's lips.
,,Oh fuck no girl. You are not ruining our day." Luke laughed standing up.
,,Oh Luke..don't get so worked up! We both know she's just a phase." She scoffed.
What the hell. Everyone is looking at us.
,,Sierra I am literally married to him you you blind chicken." I giggled shaking my head.
,,Deaton. Leave before I fucking call the police." Calum threatened also standing up.
Suddenly a glas off tap water being placed infront of me making me realize the waiter is back.
Sierra eyeing the orange juice infront of Luke and the sprite infront of Kay.
Her grabbing them both and with a swing I felt it splash against my shirt and pants and a slap against my cheek.
A yell leaving my body as I looked at her with stunned eyes.
,,Babe! Omg was it something hot? Did it hit your stomach!? Someone call the police right now! " Luke ranted before cupping my face.
His eyes filled with worry and pain.
,,I'm alright lu. It's okay.." I reassured standing up.
,, You guys take a taxi home. We'll handle this from here." Michael spat looking at Sierra.
I nodded standing up with Luke guiding me outside.
I guess this is what it's like being married to a celebrity.
Ex trouble part 2:
Request: Can I Have a Part two where Sierra feels so Guilty
Requested by: emmyb.allen1
A/N:Ofcourse! I tried my best! Hope yall like it was very requested by all of you♥️
THIS IS JUST AN IMAGINE. THE MENTIONED TOPIC DOES NOT APPLY TO SIERRA IN REAL LIFE. WE LOVE HER (no really. I am practically obsessed with her.)
Luke's POV:
It's been a week since the drama all happened.
And I'm still worked up about it. What is the liquid would have been hot? It would have burned her skin.
No matter how much I used to love Sierra. This has gone too far.
The constant stalking, messages, drama.
I'm married for God sakes. The moment she got physical the line got overstepped.
,,What are you still fuming about?" A sweet voice asked making me turn around.
Y/n waddled into the kitchen. Her belly looked like it could explode any second.
Her signature dimply smile flashing across her face.
,,The Sierra thing..." I murmured as she sat down next to me.
Her head falling on my shoulder as her perfume went up my nostrils.
My heart beating faster by the second.
,,Oh Lu. Stop stressing. It turned out fine. She won't bother is anymore." She whispered as I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
Management has finally decided to do something about this mess allowing me to be able to never let Sierra near us again.
,,I know...but-"
My sentence got interrupted by the door bell.
Y/n furrowing her eyebrows. ,,Are the boys coming over?" She asked making me shake my head.
,,Mhm maybe it's Crys." She shrugged pressing a kiss to my cheek and standing up.
Running to the door as best she could. A grin on my face. I'm so madly in love.
My day dreaming cut off once I heard a loud ,,LUKE!!" from the hallway.
The Luke that mostly comes when either she is upset with me or she needs me instantly.
My mind running a mile per hour. Did I order something stupid again?
Oh God what did I do?
Jumping up I quickly ran to the door.
My eyes widening as I saw who stood infront of the door.
,,Yeah no. What are you doing here?" I asked crossing my arms, standing next to the shocked Y/n.
Sierras guilty face dropping some more.
I know that face. She really felt bad for something.
,,Luke.. Y/n..I don't know what got into me to be honest. I was hoping I could apologize and maybe explain myself." She muttered.
Her gaze fixed to the ground.
,,There's nothing to ex-" ,,Hush! Sierra this is the last chance. If you try to pull a thing like that again I don't wanna see you again." Y/n, miss sometimes too kind hearted, said.
Sierra had a small smile on her lips before nodding. Us stepping aside and walking into the living room.
,,She better have a good reason." I grumbled making Y/n push me slightly.
,,Negative Nelly.." she spat shaking her allowing me to roll my eyes.
We sat down on the couch. Si taking a huge breath before starting to speak.
,,Firstly..I wanted to say how truly sorry I am. I should not have lashed out on you especially since you are carrying a Child." She said.
Her eyes screaming -I really mean it this time-
A small nod coming from Y/n.
,,And Luke. I really do care about you. I'm sorry for hanging on you even tho you are married." She explained.
My dark eyes turning a shade lighter as I nodded too.
,,The thing is..when I found out your pregnant...my heart shattered." She admitted.
Unexpectedly her eyes filling with fresh tears.
Y/n's face dropping as if she knew something.
,,I-I can't have kids. I found out two months ago." She cried out.
Y/n's eyes filling with tears aswell as I gasped. Even tho she practically turned my life upside down..I was still in love with her a while ago.
,,Oh my..Sierra I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed as Y/n put her hand on hers.
,,I got so jealous and I'm sorry!" She sobbed making our heart shatter.
,,oh shh it's okay..I can't imagine how you feel." Y/n cooed rubbing her shoulder.
My arm coming around Y/n's shoulder as I placed my hand on Sierra's thigh.
Y/n was my everything. My whole world. And her allowing me to have a child is the best gift in the world.
But I can tell the excitement on her face when we talk about welcoming our baby into the world.
She will be an amazing mother and her love for our child is already so huge.
So passionate.
I can't imagine how it is for a woman to find out that she will never be able to have children.
Pulling her into a hug we all stayed close to her.
And in the end...our little girl and Sierra got along so well.
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heyyyy do you want to share some contom headcanons because it is missing them hours <3
HAIIIII <3 omg this is exciting!!!
ive been Thinking... lately... a lot but especially abt that anon ming got abt contom baking bread together (unless i hallucinated that post).. tom rly needs quiet play time. idk abt how posh i want to make him be but let's say he used to help his mom around in the kitchen as a kid so he knows what he's doing and he's kneading the dough like >:P and connor is just. this is a man who knows his bread. and maybe he's got a bit of flour on his cheek and his shirtsleeves are rolled up and he's actually so much more tolerable when he's not speaking? peace and love on planet earth
in general i think connor has a very high tolerance for bullshit because his younger siblings are weirdos so every time tom is like Hoohoohoo here's a joke ive been rehearsing in my head for 3 hours he's like. okay buddy. tom wants to be likeable so much and he doesn't realise at first that he doesn't have to Be Funny around connor (who's also a little insane just like him <3) and he slowly learns to let go and just be with connor and enjoy their time together
oh and mondale!!! idk how much of a dog person connor is but he likes mondale and they take long walks together. mondale knows how to sit and give his paw and roll and connor is very impressed
#i woke up at 5am bcos im thorsty so this is all completely unfiltered straight from my monkey brain#idk im just. Domesticity. i want tom to be happy and loved and this is a great ship for that#also toms insanity cancels out connors insanity so theyre made for each other#succession#contom#asks#megathumproy
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Chubby S/O HCs
Sugawara x gn!Reader | Tanaka x gn!Reader | Iwaizumi x gn!Reader
[ Headcanons ]
Request: hi omg!! i love ur blog sm!! i was wondering if i could request sugawara, tanaka and iwazumi with a chubby!reader who is insecure with their body?? if not i totally get it lolol!! tysm!! —anonymous
a/n: thank u for the request anon!! i really enjoyed these and pls let me remind u that no matter your shape and size, you are beautiful! i'm really bad at comforting people esp with regards to insecurities so if i ever offend someone with these pls do tell me ;(
❀ okay before we start i just wanna say that i headcanon suga as someone who loves baking sweets in his free time
❀ that being said, he loves spoiling you with sweets— cookies, pastries, cakes, bread, literally anything he feels like making
❀ LOOOOVES FEEDING U AND U CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND
"angel, i made u some banana bread with extra choco chips" (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
your eyebrows would furrow in hesitation, finding it hard to refuse your sweet boyfriend's offer
"thank u, koushi, but i'll pass"
(‘◉⌓◉’) "do u want something else? i can make u something else for tomorrow if u'd like"
"no, baby, i'm just thinking i'm getting a little pudgier"
❀ would look at you with so much bewilderment bec??? what do you mean??
❀ he thinks you're cute like that and will not hesitate to tell you
❀ will NOT force you to eat his sweets if u really don't want to tho
❀ would look for healthier alternatives so he can continue to spoil u with his baking while not making u guilty for eating sweets
❀ would never miss a chance to tell you how pretty you are— how amazingly gorgeous you look every hour of the day
❀ oh BOY
❀ since you two got together, he always has his hands on you some way or another as long as you are within reach
❀ enjoys holding you and squeezing and pawing at you
❀ especially loves your thighs!!
❀ he'll rest his hands on top of them any chance he gets— occasionally kneading or drumming a random beat against your skin
❀ will not give you a chance to be insecure with your body with the way he worships it in his every waking hour
"look at my pretty baby, you're so beautiful god i could look at you all day, all pretty in my arms like this"
❀ it was almost a mantra he recites whenever he sees you, overwhelmed with the thought that he gets to have someone like you to call his
❀ if he ever notices you ever doubting your appearance, he's ready with the smoochies >:(
❀ would shower you with kisses all over your body everyday just to show you how perfectly beautiful you are in his eyes
❀ loves how soft you are and how you fit perfectly in his arms and on his lap
❀ especially loves your tummy 🥺
❀ pls he could NOT get enough!!!
❀ lies down on it to take naps as you pet at his hair— gOD he would sigh so contentedly bec mmm warm mmm soft
❀ on days where you don't seem to love your body as much, he would wrap his arms around your waist as he stands close behind you
❀ slips his hands inside your shirt to have them rest on top of your stomach, thumb gently rubbing and fingers slightly squeezing at it as he presses kisses on your shoulder, your cheeks and on your hair
❀ doesn't really say much, just simple praises but his actions always carry all that he wants you to know
❀ that you're beautiful no matter what and he never ever wants you to doubt that
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Hey! So for your concept day, how about just a little domestic day for YN and Finnley. Like while Harry's at work, I guess a look at their day together for example they take a walk to the park and then they have lunch. Apparently I'm in the mood for YN and her sweet little boy 🥰
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I literally forgot I said anything about a concept day omg 😭
It would be before storm because right now Harry is home 24/7 with his boys
They would start their day later than most since y/n is a full time stay at home mom :p around ten since usually they wake up at five or six with harry, run around with him while he gets ready, y/n makes breakfast, and Finnley gets cuddles in with his daddy before he has to leave him.
They would definitely go back to sleep an hour or two after harry leaves for work
Once they got up they would have their breakfast, eating in silence while paw patrol played in the background, fin in his high chair while he ears with his hands, shoving everything in his face and making a mess
They would try and get baths in, but most of the time Y/n had to wait to shower until later that night when harry came home.
Y/n would usually let Finnley pick out what they did that day unless they had stuff to do.
But that day they just needed to run by the market and then go to the park
She would drag her toddler to the store, putting him in the cart so he didn’t run off like the crazy little boy he is, whining and reaching out for candy and other random stuff he knows he can’t have
One they were done at the store they would come back home, unpack the groceries while fin sat on the kitchen floor and played with his toys so Y/n could watch him before she packed a picnic for them, walking to the park and checking on the little ducks in the pond, feeding them bread and crackers before walking to the pavilion and eating lunch
After lunch Y/n would let Finnley run around a play on the playground to make him tired before taking him back home, getting a nap in while y/n stays up and starts on dinner
By that time harry would be home, walking in on either a dance party or a melt down
Sorry this is shitty :(
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Hello dearest beautiful! Hope you have been having a wonderful day. 💖💖💖😘
Want to play a little character get to know you? I have some questions that I would love to ask of your ocs! You can answer one or all for each of them, or pick and choose for each if you prefer!
1. What is their favorite color?
2. Favorite thing to do?
3. Favorite food!
4. Do they have family? How do they feel about them?
5. Dream vacation?
6. What kind of a pet would they want?
7. Favorite style of clothes?
8. WHY IS VOLKAN SO MEAN TO FELICIA 😡😡😭😭
9. Favorite season?
10. What would they name an ice cream flavor they created?
☺ Anyways, hope you have fun, and I cant wait to see what they answer! - Your Secret Sunflower 🌻🌻🌻
Hello gorgeous sunflower!! Sorry I'm just getting to this now, I really appreciate the ask! ♥♥ It's hard to pick who to answer what with, idk! omg maybe I'll make a pinterest board with each person's answers to each question...maybe i'll do that later idk. anyway for now i'll try to do a bit! putting under a cut bc it got long haha
I kind of have colors I associate with each of them if that counts? Felicia is like blueish green/seafoam/whatever, Elyse is purple and deep jewel tones, Marcus is dark ocean blue, Amalia is silver, Darya is yellow, Kailo is grassy green, Anna is a navy blue (different from Marcus's somehow lol).
*sweats in 'I have no clue what people do for fun'* walk around the city??? dance??? idk man. there is no fun there is only whump. elyse likes to paint maybe.
Kailo seems like the type to like a lot of different fruit! Darya loves a good hunk of crust bread. same, darya. Felicia likes to cook but is terrible at it. Maybe Marcus likes seafood? can't relate
Oh I was talking about this with a friend earlier! Felicia maybe has a strained relationship with her parents?? Idk I had that written in a notebook from like ten years ago lmao. Elyse's parents were vaguely killed by evil people and she has these cool adoptive parents that unforch don't quite fit into the story but I love them, my token het couple. Marcus and Amalia are twins obvs, they're vague fantasy orphans. Kailo comes from a vague island with a big "it takes a village" mentality where all the kids were just sort of raised by everyone? Darya has a mom and an older brother, they're cool but she's sort of the black sheep of the family. Anna has a younger sister who wants to be a healer and Anna wants to make a better world for her.
Elyse is a total planner who finds all the cool tours and landmarks and makes an itinerary. Darya is the one who throws it out and wanders the streets every day and just finds whatever she finds. Kailo makes friends with random people at the hostel or the cafe or wherever else. Felicia loves exploring around neighborhoods and just seeing how people live their day to day. sorry this isn't really answering the question!
Felicia and Elyse totally adopt a Bernese Mountain dog puppy after everything :) a little friend with giant paws! dw the puppy is totally fine when everyone gets recaptured and whumped together!
listen i am SO BAD at fashion. Mira help me out on this one pls I have no idea. Felicia likes florals?? Elyse is elegant. Darya's a shorts hoodie and sneakers kind of girl. idk.
Because it's fun! Have you seen how cute she is all beaten up??
Fall: Anna, Darya; Winter: Elyse; Spring: Felicia; Summer: Kailo, Marcus
Darya makes one called "fuck off and die Volkan" and gets sued
Sorry this took so long, I was suddenly crushed by end of the year paperwork! But I'm freeble now and I love you for sending me all these fun questions 😭 Have a wonderful day/night/whatever, my dear sunflower!
#asks#anonymous#🌻#god i am SO BAD at answering these sorts of things lmao#i apologize for half of the answers just being ????#tried to go with my instincts on some of them 🤷♀️ not overthink#ou content
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BTS HC - Lockdown
In which each BTS member lives with y/n
I’m hoping these imagines might lighten the mood for anyone who might be feeling a bit lonely right now.
Please see the end of post first if you need some context or wish to see the notes
RM
Has good balance of me time and us time
steps back when you both need space
sitting in the back yard on some chair reading a book
taking in the sun
The restrictions don’t hinder him from making sure you both get plenty of sun and fresh air
it isn’t much but in week 1, he gave the back yard a little tidy up
turned it into a place to chill out
so there aren’t any flower planted or decor
but it makes all the difference
there’s chairs, a table and a parasol
to you, this is perfect
Spot of tea under cooler weather
or orange juice under the sun
Board games at the table in the back yard
you tried cards once out there but even just the slightest breeze...
“Goddammit!!!”
The card games are for when it rains
or for when neither of you quite feel like going out today
He swears you’re cheating at UNO
you swear he’s just really bad at it
turns out he keeps saving those wild 4 draw cards too long
which you gather over his last 3 rage quits
because he just slings the cards, revealing them to you
“You play it too safe” you tell him
so he plays it a bit less safe
“Yes! Finally I won!”
“OH! Look at that!” you smile
he smiles back because of how proud you...
“...it’s sunny again!”
‘Goddammit y/n...’
Shopping trips together
not so helpful when the rules get stricter
“One adult at a time please...”
oh dear
who goes in?
so you go in
“Crap! Namjoon has the shopping list!”
this period of time really shows how you complete each other
pretty much every day you each think
“what would I do without him/her?”
Random talks
he tells you about this one book he read
and now you want to read it
so you do
and you can’t take your eyes off it
you find a new love for reading
so sometimes when you both need me time
you remain in the same room, just reading a book each
Every day you feel enlightened
almost sad at the thought of going back to normal life
because you won’t have as much time for yourself
Jin
Everyone is suddenly having the time to cook from scratch
imagine Jin’s frustration since he did this all along
so when certain things he usually gets aren’t in stock
“Oh for crying out loud!”
you sometimes have to calm him down when shopping
and since only 1 adult in at a time it’s like a really awkward phone call
you’re just stood outside alone like
“For Christ’s sake Jin! Calm down!”
but he makes every meal taste great anyway
“Sorry it doesn’t have the usual...”
“Jin, please!” you reply
because it’s still really yummy because
“you’re still the best cook in the world, okay?”
“Okay fine...” he sighs “Thank you”
can I just add here food is the only time you both get hysterical at each other
He still low key hoard particular ingredients when he FINALLY can get them
and you have to explain how irrational he’s being
“We don’t need SIX tubes of tomato puree!”
“Jin... How are we going to use up all THIS fruit and veg before it goes off?”
But he’s not selfish, no
if he’s in a shop and sees someone elderly, he helps them out
“Would you like me to reach that for you?”
“Do you need any toilet paper? There’s 2 packs left - here”
“Here’s my number; let me know if you need me to run any errands for you”
ahh you’re lucky to be living with such a gentleman
Daily walks in the park to feed the ducks
“This is the best kind of exercise” he tells you “...relaxed and where you can connect with nature”
some of the ducks at the beginning of the lockdown are a bit nutty
Jin may or may not be low key scared of that one goose
“I swear it’s giving me the evils”
it may or may not have chased him the second day in
“Wahhhhhh!!!”
*Jin running away in the distance*
You cooked for him that evening
“Honey, I don’t know how to put this...”
“Aw sweetie it’s okay about what happened in the park; I mean you were the one holding the bread and...”
“oh no no” he replies. “this meal is awful”
r00d
but it’s okay
you knew the minute you offered to make dinner it wasn’t going to turn out well
so you both agree the kitchen will be his space to work his magic in during lockdown
and he somehow gets better than he already is at cooking
just woowwww
foodgasm
but neither of you get podgy
Lazy exercises together
chair exercises watching the tv
small periods of jogging in the woods
“oh wow, what’s that?”
you come across some random squirrel
and all of a sudden trips to the park for that daily walk
it turns into a nature watch
bird watching
luckily he forgets about the angry goose
Sometimes talking about what you miss
and then promising to do all of those things when everything is back to normal
so many plans
and it helps you both stay optimistic
because you just created a bunch of stuff to look forward to
Suga
Late night movie marathons
and accidentally getting into a routine of late mornings late nights
Cooking together
because neither of you want to do it
but someone has to
can’t live on instant food for all this time
Night time walks
less people, less danger
please don’t yell at me if we’re not supposed to do this in real life I haven’t actually been out that late during lockdown hahaha
it’s only around a few blocks
but deep talks, you know
There may not be much room in the back garden
but you have a ball and a hoop
basketball together
he teaches you to shoot better
“yes! I did it!”
*he hugs you from behind*
sorry that was gay
He’s actually quite chill about the whole lockdown situation
almost like he forgets the circumstances sometimes
“I think I might nip down to _____’s house today...”
“Uh, Yoongi, remember?”
“Oh yeah”
Detective series marathons too
the two of you trying to figure out whodunnit
sometimes even low key bets or light arguments if you disagree
a mildly sore loser when you’re correct
smug af when he is correct
Evenings lounging in the back yard with the drink of your choice
some quiet music on
random hypothetical conversations and questions about life
“what if...”
“what happened to...”
“don’t you think that cloud looks like a goldfish?”
Board games that keep the brain stimulated
why is he so good at scrabble
you can’t recall a game you’ve won
but no monopoly
not after the last time
“I want a divorce!”
“We’re not married”
“Yet”
tbf you might as well be an old married couple
because there’s those films you just watch over and over
close to unlocking the power of mind reading
“want a cup of tea?”
“omg I was about to ask that”
Some days you get on each other’s nerves a little though
so you each occupy yourselves with little chores
and even though you weren’t in the mood to do anything together
you’ve just made the house look great in a day as a team
and you’ve got everything you need just in time for dinner
“I’m proud of us”
“I’m proud of us too”
J-Hope
Picnics in the back garden
much better than one in the park though
there’s no packing involved
there’s cushions
sometimes low key fine dining
your favourite is the one evening picnic the other day
you had been shopping alone for the essentials
and he wanted to surprise you
he had set up a makeshift table out of a few old crates
did the cooking
the pasta dish was lovely
there was even dessert
okay the dessert was M&S
fairy lights
seriously you swear you weren’t out for that long how did he manage all of this so fast?
wine
staring at the stars
and there were blankets too
dozing off until early hours of the morning
finally coming indoors at like 2am
sleeping in til noon oops haha
then binge watching some random show together
and now it’s your new favourite
For some reason you have a big stock of popcorn
watching any old crap on the TV as an excuse to eat it
like there’s 3 films on this afternoon that sound shite
but you’re going to watch them all anyway
and the third one is actually really good
more popcorn more films
“we should probably go out at some point...”
whoops it’s been like 4 days now
and now it’s raining damn
fuck it, you go out anyway
dancing in the rain in an empty park
followed by shivering on the walk home
he gets in the shower first
but then runs a lovely hot bath for you
candles, bubble bath, the works
just so you can have some relaxing time to yourself
so thoughtful
lockdown doesn’t mean needing to compromise on showing you love each other
Jimin
You’re not quite sure how you got pulled into this
but Jimin decided to make use of his YouTube following
Virtual dance classes
and fun little exercise sessions for all the family
He does the dance classes solo
but he loves to flaunt you to the world even in lockdown
“Today joining me for this session... my lovely significant other, y/n!”
at first you felt uncertain and a little conscious
but thanks to Jimin your confidence grew
He helps you stay positive during a tough time
and you even feel like your self improvement has been going amazingly well
he even inspires you to make your own channel
to show the world what you love; [insert hobby/interest here]
people love the both of you
they go to Jimin’s channel to keep fit and happy
and your channel just fills them with joy
But not everything revolves around the virtual world
Care packages for all of your friends
food and other essentials get mailed to the ones that lost their jobs
and for the ones still working, a bundle of stuff for their mental well being
and a little drawing with rainbow colours in each
and a positive message
Woolly jumpers, cushions and hot chocolate
sweater paws
Sometimes in the evening you doze off
like you fall asleep just as you are
and you wake up to the smell of food and a blanket over you
Sometimes you miss your friends
and Jimin hates to see you down
so he organises a big surprise
his hands over your eyes as he walks you into the living room
“surprise!” you hear over the laptop
and then Jimin hands you some gifts
he asked them all a few days ago to send you something meaningful
and your heart just melts
and you may or may not cry a little in front of your friends on the video call
you just have to do something in return so
You make the living room all nice whilst he’s making a video in the garden
wow you’re actually quite proud
the lighting is just right
the improv decor is actually somewhat aesthetic
“Honey, why’s it so dull in here..... Woah, what’s this?”
“Dinner’s ready” you smile
and you have a gift for him too
you can’t wipe the smile off his face when he sees it
a scrapbook of memories between you and him
which you look through after eating
“We’re going to make more memories like this once this blows over”
V
Lots of online socialising
Calls with his friends
which you always end up being a part of in the background with your commentaries
Cute online double dates with Jimin and/or your best friend
Will try everything and anything to kill the boredom
“look what I found in the bargain bin at the supermarket!”
“Tae, I’m not really sure I’m in the mood to take up crocheting...”
but actually it turns out to be more fun that you thought
he has his little ways of making everything fun
one day you guys just find some random paints in a cupboard
and WOW
he’s so good at it
such beautiful landscapes
Makes sure that you both maintain some sort of routine
“best make sure we have an early night lovely”
“why? it’s not like there’s much to do tomorrow”
but no matter how sceptical you may be at times
he’s determined to be your sunshine
he helps you stay sane
makes everything sound productive
“because tomorrow we are going to make a playlist for when we walk, feed the ducks, go shopping, learn how to make a new dish...”
makes you a cup of tea just because
or breakfast in bed
the perfect companion
caring about even the people he can’t physically be with
“we haven’t heard from _____ in a while; we should drop a phone call or something”
but it isn’t just a phone call
it’s also a letter in the mail a few days later
plus a painting for the close friends
Dressing up really formal for a home date
3 course meal, courtesy of the microwave
then a slow dance in the living room
always the romantic
“tonight was amazing... will I see you again?”
“you are terrible Tae, you really are!”
such a joker
he keeps you smiling through it all
Jungkook
Tries to get you to go on daily jogs with him
“Can’t I just walk?”
“Come on, y/n; get those endorphins running through you!”
you try like once
*wheezing*
nope
Nintendo switch
Not that I have one welp
I can just imagine it okay
Lots of active games
thrashes you at Wii Sports Tennis
but you whoop his ass at Bowling
he does most of the shopping
so that he can go for a jog first
and also so he’s not out too often in any one day, two birds one stone and all that
Doesn’t quite always get the shopping list right….
“Jungkook?”
“Yes?”
“I wrote 1-2 bananas… You’ve brought back 12”
blames your handwriting
Small bits of banter like this keep you both sane
and he eats all those bananas in like 2 days
“What? There was no cereal in the shop”
someone teach this boy to cook please
*brings back like a crate load of instant noodles*
at least it means you’ve come up with something to pass the time
teaching Jungkook some basic meals
maybe beginning with breakfast first thing in the morning wasn’t the best idea
“Jungkook! I said keep an eye on it!”
“I did”
and he literally just watched the bacon burn instead of regularly flipping it over
bless
Singing to you whilst snuggling on the couch
bliss
meme-y dances before bed time
like you’ll be sat in bed maybe watching tv / reading
and something moves in the corner of your eye
oh my word Jungkook
*insert all the meme-y dances you have even seen him do*
the biggest dork
can’t stop laughing at his own silliness afterwards
jumps into the bed and puts his head on your shoulder
falls asleep like this quite fast
well you aren’t surprised since he’s always so energetic
Small campfires in the back garden
the best marshmallows you’ve ever had
and it’s so much fun
campfire stories
usually people have a guitar around the fire
not Jungkook though, no
*serenades you with a ukulele purposely singing out of tune*
has you in stitches
people in the neighbouring houses hear the laughter and some think it’s insensitive to be laughing so much
but seriously, if you can’t laugh, what can you do?
So I thought I’d make a post around the strange times many of us are living in. Whilst I get that some readers may not be in a situation like mine (UK) so a quick bit of context for you even though I made the location / country ambiguous in my writing. The circumstances explained in the imagines though are of course based on my experiences in England.
Right now, we are limited in what we do; only essential shops are open, (supermarkets, pharmacies, etc,) the country is being advised to go out as little as possible, (only for food shopping, medical reasons and exercise,) social gatherings aren’t allowed, our death rate has been increasing due to the virus (even our prime minister has it,) and our NHS is overwhelmed - currently more than 10,000 being treated as I’m listening to the news and writing this note.
I hope everyone is staying safe and doing the right thing by staying indoors and maintaining social distancing.
#ps sorry some are longer imagines than others#bts#bts fiction#bts headcanons#bts headcanon#bts fic#bts imagines#bts fanfic#namjoon#rm#kim namjoon#seokjin#jin#kim seokjin#yoongi#suga#min yoongi#hoseok#jhope#jung hoseok#jimin#park jimin#bts jimin#v#bts v#taehyung#kim taehyung#jungkook#jeon jungkook#bts fluff
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hi there! can i ask for a stimboard with dogs, bread & brown fursuit paws ? i hope everyone is doing well & feel free to decline my request!
this stimboard made me realize how much i adore animal stims omg!! thanks for the req hehe
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The MLQC Boys; Adopting a Pet
A/N: So, Kiro’s cat is actually based off of a kitten I had when I was younger. He was a sweetie but also very stubborn. He always wanted to hop up on the cat tree, but always fell because he couldn’t hope too well without his back paw. He never gave up though! Anyway, have fun reading!
Warnings: None
Word Count: 753
Characters: Lucien, Victor, Kiro, & Gavin
🔬 Lucien
You walked home one day and there's just a random cat just chilling on the couch??
"Oh, you're home."
Lucien hugged you from behind like nothing was up.
"Why is there a cat in the living room?"
Lucien gave a small chuckle.
"I know we said no pets, but she was obviously in need of care. I brought her home, just to make sure she's okay."
While you walked up her, she gave out a sweet meow.
She knew you were there to help and take care of her.
Lucien walked up next to you and held your hand.
"I wanted to take her to the vet together so we could discuss what to do."
Once at the vet, you both found out the kitty was just very underweight and dehydrated.
Nothing else was wrong, so you brought her home to watch her TEMPORARILY.
You put up flyers around the city saying she was found.
But no one ever responded and she had no tracking chip to trace back who her owner was.
After a few months of trying to find her owner, you both grew very attached to the cat.
You eventually named her Maybelle.
After 6 months Maybelle's owner never contacted you and she had become part of the family with no intentions of leaving.
🍷 Victor
When Victor agreed to getting you a puppy, you didn't expect to end up here.
You figured Mr. CEO would want a purebred dog.
Or a fancy mixed breaded like a labradoodle.
But here you two are...
Picking out a new dog at an animal shelter.
Omg there's too many cuties to pick from.
Victor told you about 5 times you could only pick ONE dog to take home.
You suddenly spotted a small, light brown dog.
She looked like she was part dachshund.
She was 4 years old, full of energy, and SUPER excited to see you.
"Look, Victor! Her name is Peanut!"
You went into her cage while Victor watched from outside.
"Even with a dog, it's still about food."
You ignored his comment and played with Peanut for a while.
When you turned around to tell Victor you thought she was perfect, he had left.
He was already off asking about adopting the sweet dog you had fallen in love with.
He already knew she was the dog for the two of you.
🎤 Kiro
Obviously Kiro was away from home a lot.
And he knew you missed him when he was gone.
You had also told him about maybe getting a pet to keep you company?
So Kiro thought he had found the absolute perfect companion.
"Miss Chips, I'd like you to meet your new best friend!"
Kiro walked into the room, followed by a small ball of fuzz.
Omg, how was this kitten so fluffy??
The kitten was missing his back left paw, but that didn't stop his determination to keep up with Kiro.
You picked up the puff ball and poked his nose.
Kiro rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"The person I adopted him from said he was born without his paw, just the upper part of his leg. But he should have no health problems, it might just slow him down a bit."
You nodded while looking at the kitten, saying nothing.
Kiro quickly started second guessing his choice.
"I hope you like him, _____. I saw him and thought that you would have picked him anyway and-"
You giggled and gave Kiro a kiss on the cheek.
"I absolutely love him, Kiro. He's perfect. How about we name him 'Charlie'?"
🚓 Gavin
You told Gavin you were safe when he was off on missions.
(Okay, maybe not always true.)
He really wanted you to get a dog for protection.
And also be there for company when Gavin was gone.
"Don't worry, I'll train him. He'll keep you safe when I'm not here."
And one of your coworkers was looking for new homes for the puppies her dog recently had.
So here you are, Gavin training your new fur baby and struggling.
"Okay, Oliver, sit."
Oliver just tilted his head and walked over to you, completely ignoring Gavin.
You put down your phone and pulled Oliver up onto your lap.
"Gavin, he's tired, let my baby take a break"
You cuddled with Oliver, Gavin sitting down next to you.
"I told him literally three times to sit, but okay."
Gavin couldn't help but smile at you.
And also be a little jealous of the dog.
Gavin was usually the one getting that many kisses.
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Huck and Stephen 05 - Part 2
Huck’s first night Part 2 (previously ‘Pliers’ fic series)
OC Monster Whumpee and OC Master fic
This is a series - link to 01
A/N: This is set on the day immediately after H&S 05 part 1 And thank you to @gimmethatsweetwhump who betaed this for me, you’re the best <3 <3 <3
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Keeping an eye on the creature on the floor, Stephen put the kettle on and turned the heating up, slowly beginning to get the feeling back in his fingers. The creature never moved, except for the occasional flick of their wolf-like ears, listening to Stephen moving around the kitchen.
Stephen stirred his tea, leaning back against the counter as he frowned down at the creature he’d now be sharing his home with for who knew how long.
Putting his tea down, Stephen crouched warily down by the table, leaving a sensible couple of feet between himself and the creature as he studied them.
Their fur was a mottled brown, thick and badly matted in places, and their head was buried between their paws. Their tail was curled tightly around the side of their body and Stephen could see them trembling. They weren’t the ferocious monster he’d been expecting, but he still had no idea what to do with them.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of here, lad,” Stephen said, trying to make his voice gentle. He found himself slipping back into the Yorkshire burr he’d grown up with. “Can you look at me?” Annoyed as he might be with Mariann, Stephen could feel nothing but pity now that he was faced with the creature themself.
Large, dark eyes looked worried up at him, still half-hidden by their paws and Stephen tried to smile.
“There you are, that’s good,” he said encouragingly. “You’re going to be staying with me for a while.”
The creature was difficult to read, their eyes flicking away briefly to the kitchen door and then back to Stephen’s face, before dropping to focus at a point between Stephen’s socked feet. Stephen didn’t even know if the creature could talk; some did and some didn’t, it depended on the breed and whether they’d been properly socialised as pups, as far as Stephen understood it.
Stephen sighed, and then regretted it when the creature cringed away with a soft whine.
“Easy,” he said, unnerved. The creature was so scared it was painful to watch. “I’m not going to hurt you, lad.” The creature didn’t respond. Stephen silently cursed Mariann for leaving him with this to deal with, though truthfully, he felt less irritated than just out of his depth.
Stephen got back up to his feet, groaning softly to himself at the ache in his thighs. He didn’t cycle as much anymore and he knew he’d be sore tomorrow.
Stephen wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed, but he couldn’t in good conscious go to sleep without feeding the creature. Even with all of their fur, Stephen could still see the creature’s ribs.
“What’d you fancy for tea?” he asked, setting to making something quick so they could both sleep. “Beans on toast alright?”
He looked down at the creature, who was frozen, their head still only just visible above their paws. When they seemed to realise Stephen was waiting for a response, they gave a tiny fraction of a nod, still refusing to meet Stephen’s gaze. Stephen’s shoulders sagged in relief at just that modicum of a response. He’d started to worry that the creature was going to be utterly nonresponsive.
“Great, good,” he praised, noticing how the creature’s ears pricked up when he did. “Thanks for telling me, lad.”
Stephen made dinner, tired enough that he came close to dropping the pan and almost forgot to toast the bread.
“Alright, how about you come sit up on a chair and eat this?” Stephen said, putting the two plates on the table. The creature didn’t move. “Come on, up here,” Stephen urged, tapping the table space in front of the chair opposite him. The creature whined, glancing up at him with wide, pleading eyes. Stephen faltered.
He tried again, but the creature seemed miserable and utterly unwilling to move from the floor, so Stephen put the plate down in front of them.
“It's okay if you want to eat there,” he tried. The creature still didn’t make any move to eat. “Well, it's all yours if you want it,” he sighed, turning to his own food.
Out of his peripheral, he saw the creature start, very tentatively, to eat. Though he made sure not to react, Stephen was relieved, feeling like he hadn’t yet completely failed. The creature ate more politely than Stephen had been expecting, too, picking up the beans-loaded toast carefully with their clawed paws and chewing quietly, not at all like an animal.
It made Stephen wonder how smart creatures were. On the news, creatures were shown as victims of abusive owners, or rare geniuses, or vicious animals, and Stephen had never spent enough time around them to find out what he thought. Legally, they were lower than pets, corporal punishment being permitted supposedly because the creatures were smart enough to know better than to misbehave. Looking at the shrunken, beaten creature near his feet, the thought of hitting them made him feel faintly ill.
After the creature had slowly eaten their way through everything on their plate, Stephen led the way upstairs, spending several minutes wearily coaxing the creature into following him.
“You can sleep in here, lad,” he said quietly, flicking on the light in the spare room. It looked painfully sparse and cold, but it’d do. “If it’s too chilly, I’ll get you some more blankets, alright?”
The creature’s eyes flicked up to glance around the room, before dropping back to the floor. They’d moved on all fours up the stairs, staying crouched low to the floor on the landing with their shoulders tucked up defensively around their ears. The tension from them was palpable and Stephen chewed his lip before shrugging.
“The bed’s yours to sleep on,” he said, remembering how the creature had refused to sit at the table, “actually, all the furniture’s yours. The toilet’s down the hall, and if you want a shower, then- make yourself at home I guess, lad.” The creature didn’t respond, their head staring bowed. Stephen didn’t like to push but he wasn’t even sure the creature had heard him. “That sound alright to you? If you need anything, my room’s at the end of the hall.”
A pause, and then another minute nod. Stephen smiled tiredly. “Good. Good lad. I know this is strange but we’ll rub along fine, given a bit of time.”
He took a step back out into the hall, the creature tensing but still avoiding looking at Stephen, like Stephen might kick them at any moment. The thought sickened him and he swallowed.
“Good night, then,” he said roughly. He paused a moment, leaving space for a response, before closing the door with a sigh. There was no lock on the door, so if the creature decided to slip out of the house in the night, there wasn’t much Stephen could do to stop them. It would be useless, though; all creatures were chipped at birth and any creature roaming alone without an owner would get picked up.
Stephen didn’t think that the creature was a threat to him, either, not now that he’d seen the creature’s sheer terror. But fear could make anyone act rashly, so Stephen slid the lock on his own bedroom door closed before he collapsed into bed. The house was as quiet as it had ever been, but the thought that he was no longer alone in it lingered in his head for the short time before he fell asleep.
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What Dating Rosé Would Be Like: Cute Pink Edition (F)
FOOD IS HER LOVE LANGUAGE.
Point blank period.
There is no such thing as eating too much food to her.
You watched BlackPink House.
You’ve seen her Instagram.
You know that if she doesn’t have at least a snack in each hand every hour, she loses the ability to function.
And because you two are dating, you are in charge of having extra snacks on hand.
You are also tasked with the difficult duty of sharing said delicious snacks.
Because she WILL force-feed you if she has to.
In a cute way though (i.e. - “Baaaabe, here comes the airplaaaaaane~!” “I’m not a baby, Chaeyoung.” “*affronted noise* But you are!!! You’re my baby!!!” “I— That was so greasy, omg.” “Not as greasy as these delicious fries!!!! *shoves handful in your mouth*”
So if you don’t love food and/or aren’t prepared to eat food whenever you see her, you two are just not meant to be.
I’m sorry, but I don’t make the rules. It’s just how it is.
But don’t worry, she loves you more than food.
Just barely tho
You know she really loves you when she takes you to pick out a fish with her.
Like congratulations, you’re married with a fish child now.
But before that, you two had to fall in love
And for Chaeyoung, nothing says ~*true love*~ & romance more than a chance meeting at ass o’clock in the morning in some random ass convenience store because you two weirdos randomly craved the craziest snack combos possible on the face of the earth and OF COURSE there would only be ONE bag left of the MOST OBSCURE chip flavor ever on the shelf and you OOP—
Both reach for it at the EXACT SAME TIME
And omgshehasthesoftesthandsomgomgomgomg
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there!”
Is that an Australian accent?
“No, no, it’s my fault, I’m so sorry.”
YES TF IT IS!!!!!!!!!
SHE’S CUTE AND AUSSIE!!!!!!!
No, you have not died and gone to heaven
You DID just happen to meet the love of your life in aisle 5 of a shop-n-go
THE ROMANCE OF IT ALL.
So anyway
You two are DISGUSTINGLY in love
And it is SOOOOOO precious
Cuz she’s so precious
And if you hurt her, not only will the other girls kill you but her sister will fly direct from Australia to kick your ass into the next millenia
But don’t worry
Your love is the stuff of ✨MAGIC✨
Like you know how beautiful her voice sounds when she’s just singing over an acoustic guitar?
Get used to hearing it ALL. THE. TIME.
Why?
Because she’s gonna constantly be writing you the SWEEEEEEEETEST love songs possible EVERY chance she gets.
And I do mean E V E R Y.
6AM pilates session?? Pfft, her trainer is used to her skittering off during her breaks to send you voice memos of her singing.
3:27 PM 5th lunch break? Manager doesn’t even blink when she excuses herself to use the “bathroom” aka send you 10 more voice memos.
11:58 PM late night discussions over the ethicality of keeping fish as pets??
“Babe, give me like two seconds, okay?”
It takes more than two second but it’s fine because—
Ros-BAÉ🌹 has sent you a Snapchat!
^^^that message but like x10
Yes, she did just put your phone call on hold just to send you a vid of her with her guitar with your child’s fishbowl in her lap singing about just how much she loves parenting y’all’s fish-child with you.
It’s really so absurd but you’re so in love that you DEMAND she go to the studio ASAP to record a studio version of it because you NEED IT.
And speaking of Snapchat...
Y’all’s streak is the stuff of LEGENDS.
Like
Y’all have never gone a day without sending each other the CUTEST snaps possible since you two first met in that convenience store.
You don’t know how she manages to find the time to even send you one considering her schedule.
But she does.
Every. Single. Day.
And each one makes your heart swoon and you fall a little more in love every time.
You also may or may not get unreasonably irritated when someone else sends you a snap and they’re using the dog filter becauSE HOW DARE THEY USE HER FILTER!!!!!!!
(She finds your irritation adorable & she actively encourages y’all’s friends to send you snaps with said filter, but shhhhhhh you’re not supposed to know that...)
Hope you don’t get cold easily.
Why?
Crop tops.
That’s why.
She. Loves. Crop. Tops.
And she LOVES you.
So you in a crop top with a snack in hand?
She has never seen anything more beautiful.
She doesn’t care if you have a perfectly sculpted torso or the fluffiest, squishiest belly.
She loves you no matter how you look, and even more so when you wear a crop top that matches hers.
Don’t worry, she’ll never force you to wear one if you really don’t want to.
But she will force you to wear an oversized sweater with the sleeves that are entirely too long for you to even be considered remotely practical.
She’s addicted to your sleeve paws, what can she say?
So you’ll just have to figure out a way to roll up your sleeves & deal with it.
Either way, she’s adorable when she’s happy and you make her the absolute happiest she could ever be.
Even when she’s eating bread & cheese.
Even when she’s watching your fish-child swim around its bowl.
Even when she’s onstage performing in front of thousands.
Even when she’s back in Australia visiting her family.
You’re never far from her mind, and vice versa.
So really, who’s the one who lucked out here?
She’ll say it’s her.
You’ll say it’s you.
It’s definitely not the snacks/food y’all devour, that’s for sure. (R.I.P all bread within a 300yd radius of you two.)
Everyone else will say you’re perfect for each other.
And that much you both can agree on.
—Admin Lily
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The Pinnae Flower Chapter 2, Pt. 1
Masterlist
Updates, A Small Headcanon, and a Top Secret Mission
Hallelujah! Raz Keeran, the deity themself, has finally tweeted more about PS! My crops are watered, there’s money in the bank, and the long-awaited summer is here! It’s time to lean back, relax, theorize and post on this blog more often.
On Raz’s Twitter (all authors seem to have Twitter’s, don’t they?), they posted this tweet:
“A little excerpt from PS:
“He had a ball clutched in his right paw. ‘You can’t be serious,’ Kaida grimaced. But then she saw the stone dragon blink ever so slowly. Right before her eyes, the stone fell away to reveal a shimmering red dragon.”
Can I say we called it? Dragons. Kaida. OMG. I am pumped for this final instalment.
Now that we know this is canon (it seems almost surreal), Logan and I have come up with a headcanon. Not a totally big one—but one all the same.
What if the azure flower that grew in PTNE was grown by the dragons and Kaida? I know that most people believe that it was the sprite king (rightly so, since sprites in this universe work with plants).
But then Logan brought my attention to one little part from the ending of PTNE:
“Funny how a war—a war which left many dead and hurt in many more ways than physically—could bring two old friends back together again. Arel looked at Parisa and Parisa looked at Arel. It was odd how such a terrible occurrence could bring back old friendships.
Arel almost didn’t notice the sudden wind, seemingly there one second and gone the next. The only way he knew it was there was that Parisa’s shorn hair blew up in her face.
The silence was just about unbearable and Arel felt words in his mouth, wanting to spill out and be heard. Parisa tucked some hair behind her ear and began fiddling with her grandmother’s ring. Arel immediately relaxed at the sight of such a familiar action.
The words bubbled up and this time Arel let them out. It was in that same moment that Parisa lifted her head and began speaking too.
“I’m so so sorry.”
Arel could feel the air around them thinning. As if the magic words had finally been spoken and the blanket was finally being lifted. He began to take the first steps to cross the short distance between him and his best friend.
It was in that moment that something moved in the grass. It couldn’t have been the wind—the wind had come and gone like that and the clearing was back to it’s motionless self. Arel stopped dead in his tracks and Parisa’s eyes shot down to look as well. She finally looked at ease too.
Arel watched as the grass shifted again. A green stem was breaking through the soil. It was like someone had filmed the growth of a flower and then sped it up to take mere seconds. The stem rose up and up and a bud seemed to materialize from nowhere.
Both Arel and Parisa watched in stunned silence as an azure flower bloomed right before their eyes.
Now, a lot of Pinnies think this is symbolism to Arel and Parisa’s regrowth of friendship, per say—the Pinnae flower being cut symbolizing their fall out and the azure flower their regrowth.
But Logan and I think that that azure flower was not meant for Arel and Parisa. In fact, we think the flower was aimed at King Oberon and Queen Titania. After all, the azure flower was the flower King Oberon used to propose to Queen Titania.
Perhaps this flower wasn’t meant to symbolize Arel and Parisa’s rebirth as friends but to the King and Queen’s reconciliation with each other.
Now, you might ask: why did the flower sprout in between Arel and Parisa if it was meant for the Fairy King and the Sprite Queen?
Well, back in that excerpt, Arel notices a sudden wind. Could that have knocked the magical seed off course? Could the wind have come from a dragon’s wings?
In any case, I cannot wait to read Raz’s next book.
Also, just a note: Logan and I are going on a top secret mission over summer so my posts might be even more sporadic than usual. I hope that we’ll have some tea to spill when we get back.
Thanks for reading my loyal plebeians,
Prince Roman Falco
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Logan felt sick to the stomach. And it wasn’t because the plane was making its descent down. This is wrong, Logan thought to himself. So wrong. But Logan’s pride was stronger than his logic.
Roman, on the other hand, looked absolutely ecstatic. He couldn’t stop moving; fooling with the air conditioner, making repetitive sounds with his hands and feet, and constantly getting up to use the bathroom (it didn’t help that Roman had the window seat and Logan was in the isle).
Logan wished that he could just turn the plane back around and go straight home.
But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He refused to let Roman get the better of him.
Logan would find Raz to show Roman he could. He’d figure out how to stop Roman from leaking such classified information after the fact.
He gripped the armrest tightly and he wished that his pride and ego weren’t so big. Then he wouldn’t be in this mess.
He supposed, though, that if Raz were to live anywhere, Mayflower Town was an okay place to spend summer vacation along with finding out who Raz actually was.
In the airport, Logan felt a bit better with himself. Roman and him bought some doughnuts in the airport along with coffee before getting in a taxi to pick up their rental car: a red, clunky, Byrne Road.
And then they were off down the highway towards Raz’s maybe, probably, hopefully, hometown.
“And you’re sure this is where Raz lives?” Roman asked from the driver’s seat. He took a sip of his coffee.
Logan turned down the blaring pop song coming out of the radio without looking up from his computer. “Almost positive.”
“And what facts point to here? That Raz actually lives here?” Roman questioned once again.
Logan sighed and clicked a single button on his computer before looking up at his best friend. His stare burned the side of Roman’s head.
“Listen, I’m almost sure Raz lives here. What more do you want?” Logan said, grimacing. He didn’t want to tell Roman about theazureflower. It felt almost too personal to tell.
While they had been at the airport, waiting to board the plane, Logan and Roman had put together another post of “The Prince’s Crown”.
He and Roman had multiple headcanons they put in a shared document online whenever they thought of something. It was just shorthand and had no real sources, but it made thinking of post ideas much easier than thinking of headcannons out of thin air.
Then, all they had to do to make a post was to find some sources from the books and type it up.
Roman huffed. “Do you not have any facts? Honestly, I would have thought you, Logan—“
Logan clenched his jaw and he could feel his blood begin to boil. “This is where Raz lives, Roman.” He snapped. “Why are you suddenly now just questioning everything I say and do?”
“Because you were the one who was so against this whole thing—trying to find Raz and all that.” Roman argued. His knuckles holding the steering wheel were almost white.
“I said I’d help you find him!” Logan exclaimed, his voice loud and brash.
Roman went silent.
Logan dipped his head back to his computer and continued to type, trying to ignore the deafening stillness that had fallen over the vehicle.
They stayed quiet for the entirety of the ride until they passed the sign, welcoming them to Mayflower Town.
It seemed more like grim proof that Logan was doing something terrible than a welcome sign with bright colours and stickers.
“Turn right to go to our hotel,” Logan forced himself to say. But he didn’t look up from his screen. He wasn’t ready for that yet.
Roman followed Logan’s emotionless instructions and kept on following them as Logan kept reading out the directions like a human GPS.
The hotel was three stars. Roman wouldn’t settle for anything less. And even then, he had not wanted to even step foot in less than a four star but Logan had insisted on the three star—saying that the three star was much cheaper and better for a prolonged stay somewhere other than buying an apartment.
It was only a couple floors high and was between a barber shop and a bar. Across, was a cafe titled “Patton-ly Perfect”. Logan almost groaned out loud at the pun.
Roman and Logan signed into the hotel, still an icy barrier between the two. They unpacked in a similar manner.
“Let’s go to the coffee shop across the road.” Logan said suddenly, creating a crack in the ice.
Roman nodded eagerly. “I could go for some caffeine and some pastries right now.”
The ice seemed temporarily thawed and they both walked across the street with tentative conversation—as if they were first meeting and unsure what exactly to say.
Logan walked in, a bell tinkling above, and was hit with two things: the colour blue and the smell of fresh bread and pastries.
The place was quaint and small and reminded Logan of a garden with all kinds of flowers and wood. There was a fish tank in the corner too with goldfish.
“Woah,” Roman breathed next to Logan. “This place is awesome.” He did a 360 and tentatively touched a lily in a flower pot next to him. “This reminds me so much of ‘Fairy Tales and Fantasy Books’.”
A man popped up from behind the counter on the far wall. He had on a smile that seemed to illuminate the whole room. “Welcome!” He exclaimed.
“Uh, hello.” Logan nodded and walked closer to the man.
The man cocked his head to the side before seemingly smiling even brighter—if that was possible. “You two are new.”
“Yeah! We’re here on a vacation!” Roman exclaimed. Then, “this place is super cool.”
“Thanks!” The man said. He took off his apron that said ‘I loaf you dough much’ before going around his counter and holding out his hand to Roman.
They shook hands. “I’m Patton.” The man said. He was still smiling.
“Roman.” Roman nodded. “Nice to meet you.
Patton then went over to Logan and extended his hand. “Hello.”
“Hello.” Logan said. “Logan.”
“Great to see some new faces!” Patton exclaimed. “We don’t often get newcomers, to be honest. What brings you here to our little corner of the USA?”
Logan wanted to say that Mayflower Town was not in the corner of anywhere, but bit his tongue.
Roman glanced over to Logan before looking back at Patton. He shrugged. “Just wanted a change of scenery that wouldn’t be too crowded with buildings and people.”
Patton nodded, genuinely listening. “Ah. Well, you’ve definitely got the right town. This place is absolutely great—“
The bell rang again and another man comes through the door. He was tall, taller than Logan. His hair was mussed and he had on a massive hoodie that seemed a couple sizes too large. He went around Logan, Roman, and Patton and gruffly hopped over the counter.
Logan stared at Patton then back at the strange man who was...breaking and entering in the middle of the day while the owner was inside?
But Patton just smiled even wider and turned around to look at the man. He doesn’t even seem to be bothered. “That’s Virgil. One of the regulars. I make him his coffee and put it separately away in the corner.” He turned around to look at Virgil. “Hi Virgil! Look we’ve got two new visitors!”
“Hey Pat,” Virgil mumbled and he grabbed a black coffee cup and began pouring his coffee into it.
“This is Roman and Logan,” Patton explained, pointing to each one of them.
“Hi.” Is all Virgil said before walking around the counter and settling himself at a corner table with just one chair and a flower pot in the center of the table. In the pot, the flower was obviously fake with clear, mesh-like petals with white veins running through it.
Patton turned back to Logan and Roman. His eyes were dancing and his mouth was upwards into a smile still. “Would you like anything? Pastries? Drinks?”
“What kind of stuff do you have?” Roman asked, walking over to the counter where, to the left, the pastries were behind glass.
Logan saw Berliners, croissants, all kinds of pies, cakes, and even some churros.
He expected Roman to ask for churros—like back home. But Logan is surprised when Roman says, “how ‘bout a piece of lemon meringue pie?”
Patton grins and opens the glass to take out a slice. “I have another regular who comes, Penny, and this is her favourite pie. She comes here to write.” He added in absentmindedly.
It was as if an electric shock went through Roman and Logan because, instantly, they glanced over at each other with wide eyes.
Patton didn’t seem to notice the exchange as he was jabbering on about botanists and his flowers in his cafe. He took a slice of pie and put it on a plate that seems to be made of pottery. “Here you go. What about you Logan? There’s plenty to go around.”
Logan glanced inside the glass before looking up at the menus which were hanging from the ceiling. “I think I’ll have...the blueberry muffin please.”
He then began thinking of ways he could possibly bring up Penny as Patton walked over to the muffin stand. Could she possibly be Raz Keeran?
Roman, on the other hand was not so discreet. As Patton was beginning to walk back to Logan, he blurted out. “So what does Penny write? Stories?”
Logan actually made a sound out loud. Somewhere between a dying whale and an overexcited chimpanzee.
Patton was too preoccupied putting the muffin on a plate and Roman wasn’t paying attention at all. But Virgil, all the way on the other side of the cafe, swivelled his head and glanced over at Logan with a weird expression on his face that he couldn’t read.
Logan’s face immediately went red.
Patton slid over the plate across the counter to Logan while looking at Roman. “Dunno. She comes in here everyday with a computer. She tells me she’s writing something but never tells me what.” He shrugged before smiling once again. “Enjoy your food!”
Roman and Logan found a table for two, in the other corner across from Virgil. They made sure to be as secluded as humanly possible before discussing about Keeran’s identity.
It still made Logan shiver—the thought of finding Keeran when they obviously didn’t want to be found—but the whole mystery was beginning to get to him. It was like he was a real life Sherlock Holmes, solving a mystery.
He hated himself for it yet, he realized with a sinking sense of despair, he wanted to solve this mystery.
Logan had always said he hated hypocrites. And he tried his darned hardest to not be one. But was he a hypocrite now? After all those years telling Roman that finding Keeran was wrong and now he suddenly wanted to do so?
Logan bit a large bite out of his muffin and tried to chew as slow as humanly possible.
What had changed? Why was he so suddenly feeling different about finding Keeran? Was it actually being out in the field instead of being home, Keeran feeling so far out of reach? Or was it that somewhere, deep inside, Logan had always wanted to figure out Keeran’s identity?
Logan swallowed hard. He suddenly felt cold but sweaty and congested in an almost empty cafe.
“It’s Penny.” Roman said before shoving some pie into his mouth. “I didn’t think it would be this obvious. Would’ve thought it would be a tougher case to crack”
Logan didn’t say a word and let Roman babble on and on.
“I mean, this Penny person comes into this cafe and writes something but Patton doesn’t know? Pretty obvious if you ask me.
“I think our best bet is to have a stake out here to figure out who Penny is.” Roman continued. “And then, we’ll need some cold hard proof to show. So maybe a picture of her computer with some unseen scenes from the fifth book or maybe some stuff from the previous books or—“ he paused and looked at Logan as if he only just now realized he was sitting across from him. “What do you think about Penny?”
It took a moment for Logan to snap back into reality—to snap out of the spiral downwards his thoughts were taking. But, soon he processed Roman’s question. “I don’t know. But, you’re right about one thing: I don’t think it’s supposed to be this obvious. Or, this whole thing is going to be a lot harder than we thought.”
“But it totally is Penny,” Roman concluded with his air of importance. “It’s gotta be.”
It doesn’t have to be, Logan thought to himself but didn’t say out loud. He decided that he’d work on this mystery alone. He’d figure out who Raz Keeran really was and not tell Roman. Therefore, the secret wouldn’t be out. Only he’d know. Only Logan. The whole idea kind of excited him.
Logan could trust himself and his self-control to not leak information about Keeran. Roman, on the other hand, was not so reliable.
“Yeah...sure…” Logan nodded, not really paying attention.
Roman took another bite of his pie and when he spoke again crumbs spewed everywhere. “Should we just stay here or explore this town a bit?”
Logan had no intention of finding Raz Keeran on the first day—whether it was Penny or not—so he said “let’s head out.” He grabbed the rest of his muffin and Roman quickly inhaled the rest of his pie.
They quickly paid for their desserts, Virgil eyeing them wearily, before heading out to explore their new surroundings.
~~~
What Roman noticed first was that everyone was so nice.
The florist through the window smiled and waved as they passed. The librarian suggested they come in and borrow some books (Roman had to physically restrain Logan from going inside). The man selling fresh eggs and milk on the side of the road offered them a sample of the milk. The busker at the corner nodded his head in acknowledgement. Every passerby smiled a full toothed smile. Not one of those “I accidentally looked into your eyes so I’m going to give you a closed lipped smile” smile.
“It’s kind of off-putting, to be honest.” Logan muttered when Roman said this to him. “No one can be that nice.”
“Actually, they can.” Roman said. “Why are you always so negative?” He sighed.
“I’m not negative.” Logan said. “I’m a realist.”
“Negative, realist.” Roman said, putting one hand up then the other. “Tomato, tomato.”
Logan’s face scrunched up almost cartoon-like. “What? No. They aren’t the same thing. Being negative is always seeing the negative. Being a realist is using facts. If something is 100% good, then it’s good. Fact. No one can be this happy, though. Another fact.”
Roman sighed over-dramatically. “Whatever. But I love this town. It’s great.”
Logan nodded curtly. “No doubt about that. It’s very quaint and small.”
The words were out of Roman’s mouth before he could stop himself. “I wouldn’t mind living here.”
Logan didn’t make a vocal reaction but Roman noticed how his shoulders stiffened and his hands found his jean pockets.
“I mean,” Roman amended quickly. “It would be fun living here if I had to choose somewhere else other than where we live now.”
Logan didn’t seem to relax much.
Roman was planning on continuing his babbling but a building in the distance caught his eye. “Woah, is that a mansion?” He eagerly pointing in the near distance like a toddler pointing at a brightly coloured candy at the store.
Logan put his hand up to block the sun in his eyes to look to where Roman had pointed.
In the distance a gleaming white building stood tall and proud—like royalty in the midst of peasants. The windows were two-way and Roman could see a part of a parking lot-esque style space peeking out from behind the building.
“Do you think that’s Raz’s place?” Roman breathed in awe.
“That’s not a mansion.” Logan stated, bringing his arm down. He then pointed to the opposite side of the building. “It’s a hospital.”
Roman squinted to where Logan was gesturing and saw a couple of ambulances parked and ready to go if help was needed.
He deflated just slightly. Slightly. “Let’s go!” Roman grabbed at Logan’s wrist and began speed walking towards the hospital.
“Why are we going to a hospital?” Logan asked, wrinkling his nose. “No one’s hurt. We have no need to visit.”
“It’s not just any hospital, Logan.” Roman exclaimed excitedly. “It’s the hospital. It literally looks like a celebrity would live there.”
Logan just looked even more confused than before. “In a hospital?”
Roman opened his mouth to respond but then thought better of it and snapped his jaw shut. “I just wanna see what it’s like.”
They speed-walked down a couple more streets until they were face to face with the gleaming building with so many windows. Roman craned his neck back so his vision could see the top of the hospital. “This place is so epic.”
“It truly is, isn’t it?” A woman’s voice piped up. Roman jumped at the sudden voice that definitely wasn’t Logan’s.
He glanced over to where a woman was seated on a bench a couple of feet away. How come I didn’t notice her before? Had Logan noticed her as soon as she was in his field of vision? Or was Logan just as surprised as he was?
“Oh. Hello.” Roman said, smiling at the woman before looking back up at the hospital. “Yeah, it is gorgeous.”
The woman looked maybe a couple years older than Roman but not by much. Her hair was dyed an ice blonde and her eyes were a bright green. She was wearing a stylish pair of red cat-eye glasses and dangly earrings.
“I was talking to some of the staff inside and apparently every so often they get an anonymous donation with a very ...significant sum.” Her eyebrows raised as she said this and her eyes widened along with them.
“A mysterious donation?” Logan repeated. He had the same facial expression as the woman—completely in rapture. He then seemed to realize something and straightened his spine, schooling his features and extending his arm. “I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Logan Holmes.”
The woman shook his hand and nodded. “A pleasure to meet you. I’m Josephine Keller. But you can call me Jo.”
Logan’s eyes lit up. “Ah! Like Louisa May Alcott’s Josephine March!”
Jo’s eyes lit up and nodded, a smile playing at her lips. “Exactly.”
Roman decided then to introduce himself as well and did a slight bow. “And I’m Roman Falco.”
Jo nodded in Roman’s direction. “Great to meet you to.”
“Do they have any idea who sends the donations? A company? A single person?” Logan then asked Jo, leaning his body in just slightly.
What does this have to do with finding Raz Keeran? Roman asked himself, scrunching up his nose. They were supposed to be on a mission to find Raz, not some weird hospital donor.
Jo shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. “No idea. They say the donation comes in cash in an unmarked envelope.”
“Which means the donation must be brought to the hospital personally, not mailed.” Logan stated, rubbing his chin.
“Exactly what I was thinking.” Jo exclaimed. “I asked the security there if they ever managed to see who brought the envelope through their cameras but they said that every time was a different person in dark clothes and a hood or hat.”
“And no doubt all of them are not the actual donor.” Logan concluded almost seamlessly with Jo’s previous words. “Could they describe what the latest donor was wearing?”
Jo shook her head once again. “No. Security said they couldn’t disclose that information.”
“Have they ever tried finding the donor?” Logan asked once again.
Roman was starting to get impatient. What was happening? He could barely follow along with the conversation. The two of them seemed to be bouncing off each other and talking at the speed of light.
“No. But they did do an investigation to make sure the money that was being donated to them was legit and not stolen or something along those lines.
“And? What did they find?”
“All the money is good. Not stolen.” Jo concluded.
Logan hmmmed. “Interesting. And are they’re sure the envelope is unmarked?”
“That’s what they said. They didn’t show me the envelope.” Jo replied. She glanced at her red watch and stood up. “Well, it’s been great talking to you, gentlemen. But I have to go. I’m meeting a friend soon.”
Logan shook Jo’s hand once again and as soon as she was out of view, Roman began talking.
“What was that?” Roman exclaimed. “I thought we were trying to find Raz’s identity! Not take on some side mystery about a mysterious donor.” Then, he added in. “And that woman gives me bad vibes.”
Logan rolled his eyes. “Jo seems very nice. You probably don’t like her because she’s not like you. Anyway, that’s not the point. Jo gave us some very valuable information.”
“Valuable information?” Roman sputtered incredulously. “From her?”
“Yes.” Logan nodded. “Just think, Roman. If this donor is getting people to bring the envelope here, that means it’s a very likely chance that this donor lives in this town. Besides, the next closest town is an hour away. And if the donor lives here and is able to give away that much money away, they must be very wealthy indeed. And, wouldn’t you think an incredibly famous author of four books, who’s coming out with a fifth, might earn some good money? Especially if they might have written other works under their own name or even another pseudonym.”
Roman’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped on his own accord. “You think Raz Keeran is the mysterious donor?”
Logan nodded curtly. “Yes. But it’s just a thought. It does make sense, however. But we don’t have enough information to be 100% about it.”
“Oh my gosh. Logan, you are brilliant.” Roman breathed.
The tips of Logan’s mouth quirked up. “Thank you. You are also, intelligent too.”
“So, what’s the plan?” Roman asked excitedly.
Logan slid his hands inside his pockets. “We’re going inside the hospital to see if we can get a glimpse of the envelope or someone who can describe it to us. Or, even better, someone who managed to get a glimpse of a face of someone who brought in the envelope.”
The hospital, as much as it looked like a mansion on the outside, was not a mansion on the inside.
However, it was a hospital and a hospital outfitted like a mansion just wasn’t a good idea in the first place.
The walls and ceilings and floors were blindingly bright and white. It had that hospital smell and all the doctors and nurses seemed to be going somewhere.
There was a man behind the front desk, tapping out something on his computer.
“So….how’re we going to find someone who has seen or taken a picture of the envelope or has actually seen the donor?” Roman asked as he followed Logan through the hallways, a couple floors up.
“I’ll figure it out…” Logan muttered under his breath.
Roman’s head shot up. “Wait. You don’t know how? I thought—“
“Um, are you two lost?” A woman poked her head of a doorway.
“No.” Logan replied curtly.
“Unless you have pictures of the envelope that the mysterious donor’s money comes in or have actually seen one of the people who brought it in.” Roman said bluntly. Asking straight up was the better option for this kind of stuff.
Logan’s head swivelled around and it reminded Roman of an owl that could spin its head all the way around. And, if looks could kill, Roman would be dead right now on the floor.
The woman narrowed her eyes at the two of them and looked between Roman and Logan curiously. “And why would you want to know?”
Logan was the first to speak. He schooled his death glare pointed towards Roman and took a couple steps towards the woman. “The same as you. To solve a mystery.”
If jaw’s could hit the floor, the woman’s jaw would have hit the floor and smashed right through the floor down to the other floors and right to the dirt. “Wha—“ she sputtered. “How?”
“If you didn’t know anything you would have probably said straight up that you had no clue about the mysterious donor.” Logan stated pointedly. “Of course, if you wish for us to leave right now, we will acquest.”
“But we would rather you tell us what you know.” Roman added in then shrunk as Logan glared at him.
The woman turned her head side to side down the halls, as if to make sure the coast was clear before ushering them inside.
Inside the small room was an office like space that was probably meant for four more people.
“I’m an intern here.” The woman said as she noticed Logan and Roman glancing around. “I’m Penny.”
Roman’s back immediately straightened and he could see Logan’s eyes quickly light up with recognition.
Penny. Could it be the Penny? The Penny who Patton had told them about who was always writing in his cafe? The Penny who could possibly be Raz Keeran?
Logan was the first to say something. “I’m Logan Holmes.”
“Roman Falco.” Roman added in.
“So, what do you know about the mysterious donor?” Logan asked curiously, walking around the space which wasn’t small but he could definitely see it as small with five people inside.
Penny made her way to a desk which Roman assumed was hers. She bent down to drag a cardboard box out which could have been mistaken as a banker’s box filled with files. “I don’t have much as I haven’t been interning for all that long. However, I have been here long enough to be here when three donations have been delivered.” Penny explained, putting the box on a table and opening the flaps.
She pulled out a piece of paper first and passed it to Logan. “I marked down what day the donation was brought and exactly how much was donated. All the way back to the first one three years years ago.”
Logan skimmed through the calendar. “The donor looks pretty consistent—about one donation every three or four months.” He paused. “Except for this one: it has five months.”
Penny nodded. “Yeah, last year in May. It was also the largest donation to date.”
Logan passed the paper to Roman. The printing was incredibly small and it was almost impossible to read. And he had 20/20 vision. After glancing at all the numbers that seemed to swim before his vision, he placed it next to the box.
The next thing Penny pulled out were three envelopes. And, while they were blank they had a specific bluish hue to them that weren’t like your average envelope.
“These are the envelopes the past three donations came in. According to some of my friends here who have been at the hospital longer, the donation always comes in these blank envelopes.” Penny explained.
“Do you know where they came from?” Roman asked. He had watched enough mystery movies to know that you should always know where clues came from and then ask the shop owner who had bought such things.
“Yeah. From Patton-ly Perfect.” Penny replied. “The owner there sells these specific envelopes.”
Roman could see Logan’s head snap up in surprise. “Really?” He paused. “You don’t think…?” Logan trailed off.
Penny just shook her head. “No. Patton can’t be the donor. I’ve been going to his cafe regularly for a couple of months and he’s no longer a suspect.”
Roman deflated. So Penny couldn’t be Raz Keeran. She couldn’t be looking for the donor if she was the donor herself. How would that make sense?
Logan seemed to come to the same conclusion and glanced over at Roman before speaking to Penny once again. “Do you have any other suspects?”
“Only one.” Penny replied. “This girl who lives down the block from me. She’s a couple years older than me and inherited this large sum of money from her grandmother. Her name is Cherry and I sometimes see her chatting with Patton and a couple of other people there at the cafe. Other than that, that’s all I got.”
Logan nodded. “Well, thank you for your help and time. We really should get going.”
But Roman piped up before Penny could respond. “What does this Cherry look like?” He wanted to know what the newest suspect looked like. Whereas with Patton, they only got Penny’s name and nothing else, he wanted to know this person’s appearance.
Penny began putting her stuff back in the banker’s box. “Well, she’s tall.” She raised her hand above her own head to demonstrate. “And she’s got a messy bob kind of hairstyle. Brunette. And Harry Potter glasses.”
“Harry Potter!” Roman exclaimed. Finally. He understood something. “You’ve read the books?”
“About a million times.” Penny said, her eyes lighting up.
Out of the corner of his eye, Roman could see Logan roll his eyes. But he decided to ignore it for the time being. “What house are you in? I’m a Gryffindor.”
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