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luveline · 10 months

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Omg jade hii <3 I know it's not shy friday yet but can I request maybe eddie with a shy best friend who's secretly in love with him? 👉👈 up to you wether he notices or is oblivious. I love your fics sm thank u any way❤️

omg hii thank u for ur request, I guess it is shy friday now!! i hope u enjoy! fem!reader, 1k

Eddie grabs your hand as soon as he gets close enough, his delight to see you completely unshielded. "Holy shit!" he says, forgetting your hand to throw his arms over your shoulders. "I missed you so fucking much, never ever go on vacation again."

"Eddie," you murmur reproachfully, though your arms have a mind of their own, wrapping around his back.

"You're not allowed to leave me. I hate everybody who isn't you the longer you're gone, it makes me a bad person."

Eddie steps back but keeps your shoulders in his hands. His eyes are soft and brown, but his excitement to see you has his pupils like pinpricks. His cheeks are quickly chapped in the cold wind blowing in through the doorway.

"I bet it was warmer there, we're knee deep in winter now," he says. "You look like you had a good time."

"It was good," you agree, sliding the bag of presents from your elbow to your wrist, assuming he'll want to see them most.

He begged for gifts, in person before you went and down the phone while you were gone, landline calls he insisted on. I worry about you, I wanna make sure you're okay when I’m not there.

You got him everything you could afford, a magnet, a bottle opener, a key chain, a teddy bear with a flag around his neck. Basically a bag load of candy on top.

"I really missed you, sweetheart," he says. "Not to be sincere or anything, but I fucking love you. Next time you go away I'm gonna have to come with you."

You laugh nervously. "I love you too," you say, averting your gaze to his collar, black double stitching against his neck.

"Are you hungry?" he asks.

"No," you lie. You hate being an imposition on him, even knowing that Eddie will tell anyone willing to listen that you're his best friend.

"Seriously? You were on a plane for hours, and you came straight to see me, let me buy you pizza or something, yeah?"

You lick your lips and nod. Eddie lifts your face to his, and it genuinely feels like a heart attack, that sudden realisation he could kiss you if he wanted to, the proximity of his face to yours. Instantly, you're wondering if your breath is okay, if you have eye crusties, if you smell good.

"Are you okay?" he asks, concerned.

"I'm alright, I'm just tired," you say.

"You don't look tired, you look cagey. Sorry, I forget that you get all shy again when we don't see each other." He talks brazenly but not without sympathy, patting your shoulder. "Come on, let's get something to eat."

"Can we order something? I'm sick of being in motion."

Eddie throws his car keys like a longshot into the bowl on the sideboard by his front door. "Yes. Absolutely. I'm sick of moving too, and this is the first time I've stood up today."

"Gross."

"I brushed my teeth before you came over," he says, bearing them garishly as proof. He talks through gritted teeth, "Pearly white, no?"

"Looking good."

He beams. Eddie wraps a hand around your wrist like the touch means nothing and tugs you along to the living room. He pushes you down into the seat you always take, tosses your usual blanket at you, and whizzes off to the kitchen for coke and popcorn. He has the sweet stuff in a bucket that he eats a handful at a time, the lid sealed.

"New one?" you ask.

"Waiting for my best girl to get home," he says easily, collapsing down into the seat next to you, dropping the remote on your chest. "Shit, I missed this."

"You didn't watch TV while I was gone?" you ask, confused.

"I watched TV, it just wasn't good without you in my ear judging people."

"I don't judge people… much."

"Everybody judges people. I love when you judge people 'cos you say what I'm thinking." Eddie drops his head into your shoulder, his curls brushing your cheek. "I missed you so much."

"You said that," you say quietly, a little breathless.

Eddie looks up at you, something playful about him as he says, "I know. It's fucking true as all hell, too. What do you want from Marino's? I'll get you two if you promise not to go away again."

"What am I gonna do with two pizzas?" you ask, the warmth of him seeping down into your shirt.

Eddie digs a nail into the popcorn lid, face turned to you but gaze on the bucket. "Uh, eat them. Eat one tonight, take one with you tomorrow for breakfast."

"I don't want two pizzas, just one is good. I'm gonna eat all your popcorn anyway, I won't have room."

"Oh, yeah?" he asks, eyes flying to your face. "You think so, huh?"

Your heart in your mouth, a shudder coursing down your chest, you have a moment where you think for sure he knows, he's found out, and he doesn't care —he looks like he wants you to confess.

What a fantastically dangerous idea. You avert your gaze and thrust your bag of gifts and candy into his arms. "You'll be too full for popcorn after those."

You can feel his gaze on your cheek for a little while longer, but eventually he moves from your shoulders, laughing quietly as he digs through his new things.

"You're so awesome," he says, pulling out the keychain you got him. It's an electric guitar with an enamel body the same colours as the flag. "I'm putting this on my keys right now."

Eddie kisses your cheek. "Thank you," he adds.

He stands and rounds the couch to go get his keys. You feel your cheek with a trembling hand. Eddie kisses you, he hugs you, he has a thousand affections and all of them set you aflame. Sighing, you let your cheek drop into your hand. It's hopeless.

He watches from the doorway as you sigh. His smile can't be described any other way —he's infatuated. The sooner you realise, the better, but for now he's really enjoying the run up.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

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maxsimagination · 4 months

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𝗶'𝗺 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝗺 - 𝗰.𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗿𝗱

warnings: drunk guys, bit spicy near the end

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it was a friday night, and i was standing in caitlin's room getting ready. we were going out for drinks with some of the other arsenal girls; leah, alessia, katie, steph, lia and lotte. they had won the game they just played the day before so i thought that warranted a night out for drinks.

plus i hadn't been out with caitlin in a while. we were always balancing her career and training with mine, especially since she was a footballer and i was a physio.

i had just finished the light makeup that i could be bothered to put on and pulled two dresses out of the closet. i held them both up to my body trying to decide which one; there was a pale green, almost teal, dress with glitter that shone in the light and small silver chains as the straps, or a light blue slip dress that could be tightened at the back.

cait came out of the bathroom then, dressed in her black pants and white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the first two buttons left undone. she circled her arms around my waist from behind me, head leaning on the crook of my neck.

"i think the green one." i paused and held the two pieces to my body once more before hanging the blue one on back up and throwing the green one on the bed. "the green dress it is."

i turned around in her arms and she settled into my embrace. i pried myself away from cait's hold and starting slipping on the chosen garment. i pulled the straps up and cait was already moving my hair out of the way to zip the back up.

"thank you, caity." she pressed a kiss to my lips in response and i let out a light giggle and picked up the heels i'd chosen. i might regret it at the end of the night but for now it was worth the pain to look good. i grabbed my bag and sling it over my body, putting my phone, wallet keys and chapstick in there before i was ready.

"okay let's go."

we went out to the car, cait jumping in the drivers' seat. she had volunteered to stay sober so i could have a couple of drinks if i wanted to. it was a short drive to the bar we were meeting at and the other girls were already waiting out the front for us.

we both hopped out of the car and i gave each of them a hug. i hadn't seen leah or alessia since before the world cup when they were playing for england. the instant we entered the bar, there was people everywhere and music pumped through the building.

we grabbed a table in the corner and got settled. i volunteered to grab the first round and stood up to go to the bar when caitlin pulled my hand back and placed her card in my hand. "i can't use this cait, take it back."

i tried to give it back to her but she insisted.

"at least use it for the first round. i needa take care of my girl." i grinned down at her. "only the first round." she smiled and relented, sending me on my way. the bar was crowded but i found a seat and flagged down a bartender soon enough.

while i was waiting for the drinks, i was approached by a guy, he looked decent but i already knew how it was going to go. "hey, can i buy you a drink?" it started off okay, i politely declined. "no thankyou, i'm waiting on some already." he nodded and sat down on the stool next to me.

"what are you doing here?" he was blunt and straight to the point, i appreciated it and the lack of cringey pick up lines. "just on a night out with the girls." "could i get your number?" i knew it was coming and this was my favourite part of letting guys down. "no, i have a girlfriend."

a slight nod towards cait made him look over and he smiled back at me. "ah ok, apologies for overstepping." he collected his drink and gave a last smile before walking over to his group of friends. it was guys like him that i appreciated when i told them i was taken.

the bartender got all the drinks to me on a tray and i walked them back over to my table. cait had a hand on my thigh the second i was in the seat. "what did he want?" she spoke into my ear. "he asked for my number, but i told him i had a girlfriend. he was chill about it though." she nodded and rubbed her hand a little higher up my leg, slightly under the hem of my dress.

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it had been about an hour and i was only on my second drink. alcohol had never been my thing and it didn't help that i was usually blackout after 7, minimum. the group decided it was my turn again so i stood up and this time cait came with me. we placed the order, me and cait both getting plain sprite.

we were waiting patiently when one of the previous guys' friends approached the bar next to us. he was clearly running on more alcohol than i was and i tried my best to ignore him. "can i get you a drink, pretty lady?"

i internally groaned, i didn't want to do this again. "no i'm good." my polite responses had left my body after the first guy, there was only so much i could take. "how about your number then?" he persisted and i tried to ignore him again.

"hey, i'm talkin' t'you. can i have your number?" "no." it was blunt, but this guy wouldn't leave it alone. thank goodness i had cait with me this time. she hadn't said anything but was watching if anything happened.

"why not?" there was a slur in the guys' words as he tried again. "because i have a girlfriend." he wasn't surprised at all when i said that, i figured his friend had already told him. cait bought our conjoined hands on top of the bar surface so the guy could clearly see. "it's fine, she can come too." he was slowly inching closer to me and i was getting uncomfortable.

"we aren't going with you. please leave us alone." it seemed that it was then that he got bold.

he placed his hand on my thigh and i jolted away from it. "don't touch me." cait was immediately on her feet and standing in front of me. "you need to leave us alone. now." her voice was stone cold and she was glaring at him, hard. if looks could kill, that guy would be dead.

apparently that wasn't enough for him to stop his advances, however and he tried one last time to ask me or us for our numbers. i had enough and stepped forward. "you just won't stop, will you? here's something you won't forget."

with that, i pulled my leg up and kneed him hard in the groin. he buckled onto the seat and let out a pained groan. i couldn't care less and grabbed cait's hand, grabbed the drinks that had probably been sitting there for a bit and stalked back to the table. the girls had been watching from their spot and they were grinning at me when i made it back.

"that was amazing, y/n." i thanked them and we all sat back down but i wasn't happy anymore. i just wanted to go home.

cait could tell, "you wanna get out of here?" "please." so we stood up, and told the others that we were gonna head back. "just not feeling it anymore, sorry. you can have free range of the two sprites though." they were all happy then and started squabbling over who got the free drinks. me and cait went out to the car and drove home.

she had one hand on my knee and the other on the wheel, and slowly she slid it further up my leg. i was impatient and she was making me feel things so i grabbed her hand and placed it further towards my crotch and crossed my legs.

her hand was essentially stuck there. she wasn't complaining and had a smug look on her face. we finally got home and i couldn't open the door quick enough. once we were inside, cait kicked it closed and locked the door. she had me pressed up against the wall, hands above our heads.

"jump."

her voice had gone low and boy, was it hot. i followed and jumped up to wrap my legs around her waist. she pulled me back in for a kiss and somehow walked me to our bedroom.

"that guy couldn't do this, could he?"

i think it's safe to say that the guy definitely couldn't do what cait spent the rest of the night showing me.

#woso #woso x reader #woso community #caitlin foord #caitlin foord x reader #caitlin foord imagine

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mahoushoujotechsupport · 10 months

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hey its time for episode 2! lets hope tumblr doesnt decide to randomly flag my rewatch post like it did for episode 1 (which i sent for re-review and still no answer lol)

insane this seemingly throwaway line was probably about the calibarn and not the lfrith as you're led to assume in the beginning episodes. and then shaddiq just outright asking rouji if its an ochs earth suit. knowing now that he had been working for the SAL/ochs earth, i wonder if he and they both started looking into aerial and shin sei separately.

i always assumed feng and guston were ordered to look into shin sei because of delling style anti-gundam fuckery but seems pretty obvious it was just ochs earth people within the SAL being like where the fuck did this possible gundam we don't have under our watch come from

wow the op sure hits different knowing this didnt turn out to be MEGAFRIENDSHIP and these little gaybies are actually in love, your honor

so technically suletta is a delinquent character, right? right? i mean she's been arrested.

honestly enjoying keeping an eye on sarius during this rewatch

again, i just gotta wonder the extent of how shitty all these people have treated miorine for years. like yea cool, shes witty and smart enough to lash back out verbally like she does initially here about guel but man, is like all her dirt out in the open? that's a low blow and felsi knows it

miorine rembran, you're not beating the homosexual allegations. her reaction here to finding out suletta might end up expelled because of trying to stand up for her is Very Good™

we never really did get an explicit answer for how elnora was able to turn the lfrith into aerial. before notrette ended up being a big bag of nothing, her involvement seemed to have been the fan favorite for secret backer. i read some theory like in the last week saying that maybe it was delling all along and then he was unhappy that she sent aerial to asticassia and suletta ended up engaged to miorine hence the entirety of episode 2 and him trying to get the gundam away from miorine. not really sure i buy it but you could argue that later on when she tells him to call her elnora samaya while theyre talking about quiet zero that it's possible she had been collaborating with him under the prospera mercury moniker

space covid

yeah so i guess delling sending a message to miorine that she's being pulled from school and he'd choose a suitor is all because he knows prospera used his plan against him and knows aerial is a gundam, at least that is according to that delling as long time prospera financial backer theory.

second theory time: even if he wasn't prospera's backer until well after the grassley duel when aerial is actually taken to plant quetta for repairs on delling's dime, IF there was any chance aerial could be a gundam, he'd know from experience that a gundam would blow through any and all duelists, so he's being pragmatic here just in case it is a gundam

mio just so happens to get the chance to get to earth again, but we are practically a day or two into suletta's time as asticassia and this girl is so down bad that she's throwing her who knows how long plan to escape down the drain already. her immediate hesitation is once again Very Good™

it's also incredible how in your face this show is with its imagery that it really shocks me how even then so many things fly over people's heads lol

so like she definitely had just off the bat asked them to take her to the benerit group instead of earth.

oh, i love her. vim you stood no chance.

yeah, delling, she's just gonna say why yes of course i am mr rembran.

it is so unbelievably wild to me that there were speedwatchers who coming up on episode 23 or something were JUST realizing prospera is elnora. like 1. this scene right here was your tip off 2. she fucking says it herself in like episode 10 or 11 or whatever ep that is lmao

there really is like virtually no fan service in this show for which i'm very much grateful for but lmao the first few episodes they really just cannot hold back from the mio leg shots, huh?

spoken like a true sick hypercapitalist fuck. fuck you, delling.

i also hate how he's basically forced miorine into a position where her trying to fight for her own autonomy is seen as acting out or throwing a tantrum. just another notch in a series of things she's spent her life being made fun of for

she really gave away her plan from the beginning eh?

i really am such a sucker for girl who upends her whole life for the first person to show her kindness thing. looking at you homura.

really though, miorine could have just said fuck it and left to earth, like she JUST met this girl, but at the end of the day miorine rembran is a good girl and there's no way she was going to extinguish the first sign of light shes had thrown her way probably since her mother died

i guess not really much to say about this episode lol and nothing really that made me go "oh wow they did allude this this back in x".

will probaby watch ep 3 later tonight, now lets hit post and hope tumblr doesnt hate me and tries to flag another of my rewatch posts

#g witch #rewatch time #g witch episode 2

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vicsdeangelis · 2 years

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hey i have some questions about the må concert as i hope to be attending one as well in the next few months

how long did you wait in line before the doors opened? what did you do while waiting in line? and what kind of spot did you end up with?

i got there around 5 hours before the doors opened. it was my first concert, and that was also something i was kinda nervous about. if i could redo it, i would have tried to get there even earlier, maybe by 1 or 2 hours

i ended up not doing anything because i didn't really think about that, what i would be doing while i waited. the girls in front of me had cards. if you're going with a group, something like that, a game that's easy to carry, would be good. if you're going alone, maybe a book, or stock up on podcasts you want to listen to. something i also didn't do but would recommend is taking a portable charger with you

another thing, be mindful of the sun. not just with sunscreen, but some people took beach towels with them to make some sort of tent by tying them to the railings*

*google is telling me that's the word, but idk. i'm talking about these things

i had to buy a pride flag some street vendors were selling to do that. i don't regret it because it did protect me from the sun, but i wish i hadn't spent the money 😭

take some food with you. i went with protein bars, and it worked for me. they're small and easy to carry. other people decided to buy actual food from nearby places to eat in line on top of having their snacks, but that's something you gotta decide based on how hungry you usually get. two bars was enough for me for the 5 hours in line + 2 hours waiting inside + an almost 2 hour concert

WATER. take the biggest fucking bottle of water you can get your hands on. mine was 1l and i had to ration it a little, because i tend to get thirsty more often than i get hungry. one of the girls in front of me had a 2l bottle. depending on where it is, they'll probably sell water inside, but trust me, it's gonna be expensive. i'm used to a regular 500ml bottle of water costing around $3, but at the venue they were selling for $10

regarding the food and water thing, look up if the venue allows it. if they don't, they might make you throw it away (i say might and not will because the venue i went to didn't allow food or drinks to be brought from outside, but the woman who checked my bag didn't say anything about my bottle 🤷‍♀️)

my spot was closer to the stage because of the ticket i bought, it was in the closest section. there were around like, 5 to 8 people directly in front of me? but if you're not directly at the front, there's always gonna be some things you won't see if you're not tall. the amount of neck bending i had to do to see them....

which, by the way, tall people shouldn't have rights at concerts. when i rule the world our suffering will end 😭

i wasn't in a bad spot by any means, my problem was literally me being a little short sksnsksjsk

also, i was at one of the sides (and i choose it thinking purely of vic skaksksk), but i would try to get a spot closer to the middle. the middle is where the vic and thomas action usually happens, and if ethan is on a platform you'll probably get a better look at him too

#ask

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colemillerg · 3 months

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Shortly before December of 2020, I was at the lowest point of my life. My fiancé had just left me and I was forced to move back in with my parents. I had lost the love of my life, my friends circle, her family, my pet, and my home. I was desperate to numb the pain so I decided to get high. I’ve never been a weed smoker or drug user of any sort but I felt like anything would help. What did I have to lose? I’d never bought weed from someone before so I wasn’t sure where to turn to. I found on Instagram a young black guy advertising marijuana among other drugs he was selling. I contacted him and told him I wanted to buy some weed. Oddly enough he lived within walking distance from my parents house in government housing. There were so many red flags and alarm bells going off saying hey this isn’t safe but I ignored them because to me the risk was worth it if I could feel relief from the pain I was suffering. I drove to his house where he asked me to meet him in the parking lot. He climbed in my truck and we talked a while. Because I had felt uneasy about meeting a stranger to buy drugs, I had brought my pistol with me. He noticed the pistol on my hip and jokingly said, “You don’t need that.”He said he wanted to feel me out first before taking me into his apartment which is why we sat in the parking lot and talked. He then asked me to come inside his apartment because he didn’t want his neighbors see him conduct a drug transaction. I felt very uneasy about going into his apartment probably visibly so because he convinced me that there was no reason for me to bring a pistol inside. “For both of our safety, you should just leave it. Everything is cool.” I remember him saying. Stupid stupid stupid me, I left my pistol in the drivers side door and followed him into his apartment. He asked me to sit on the couch while he got the bag of weed so I sat and waited. He commented that his roommate would be home soon and so we must hurry. Looking back that stands out to me. He comes back with weed and when I stand up to reach into my pocket for my money, he pushes me down on the couch. He punches me in the ribs and holds me down pressing all his weight on my back. He yanks my pants and boxers down and says, “I know you’re a girl. Do you think I’m stupid?”I try to push him off of me but this kid is stacked like he plays college football. Before I can fight him off, his pants are around his ankles and he forcibly begins to rape me. The pain was excruciating and unlike anything I’ve ever felt. He punches me in the back of the head and chokes me. I would say the whole rape lasted about 10 minutes. All the while he called me names like “bitch” “slut” and “faggot”. It was a total out of body experience. Like I was floating above watching the whole thing happen. I saw my reflection in his TV while it happened and I didn’t recognize myself. It wasn’t just painful vaginal sex, but also forceful anal sex which left me with blood running down my legs. When he was done, he eased off of me just enough that I was able to pull out from under him and take off running to the parking lot with my pants still down. I got to my truck, grabbed my pistol and contemplated something that would have forever altered my life. Do I shoot him? This man who just sexually assaulted, beat, and committed a hate crime against me. He stood in the door way and I stood at my truck contemplating what my next move should be. Ultimately I decided it wasn’t worth taking a life for and I wouldn’t throw my life away by killing someone. I got in my truck and sped away. I was so ashamed. So hurt. So embarrassed. There was just one person that I wanted to talk to to bring me back to reality as I was in shock. I called my ex fiancé who hung up on me. I felt so hurt by this. I drove home and immediately showered for the longest time. I didn’t call the police because I was afraid of getting in trouble for going to buy weed. As a surgical technologist, it’s imperative that my system is drug free at all times due to impromptu drug screens. I could lose my license.

Within a few days, I attempted suicide as spoken about in a previous post. But several months later, I contacted police. I gave them what information I had and told them where to find the guy. When trying to pull up our chats on social media, his account no longer existed and all of our messages were gone. Police visited the home and said new owners had moved in and the previous owner didn’t match the description. It’s like he was a ghost who just disappeared. I was told there was little evidence to support my claims since it had been several months after the fact and was accused of having consensual sex. Law enforcement did nothing and made me feel shame and embarrassment.

It’s been a tough journey recovering from this experience. It’s something I think about daily. If you’ve ever seen the movie “Boys Don’t Cry” with Hilary Swank, there is a scene where she (playing a FTM trans man) is raped. I never wanted that to be me. I’ve been sexually assaulted and molested numerous times in my life but never have I been raped like this. I hope if you’re reading this and you have experienced sexual assault please know you’re not alone and it isn’t you fault. Try your best to not let the perpetrator have that power over you. Easier said than done, I know.

Anyways, thanks for listening. I’ve never openly talked about my rape but it feels good to speak (type) it into existence.

#mental illness #mentalheathawareness #mental health #transgender #sexualassault #rapeawareness

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percontaion-points · 1 year

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Client No 5 chapters 19 & 20

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Chapter 19

“Those people aren’t fucking around.”

“Neither am I! I’m working.”

Again, I kind of feel like if he didn’t want a girl sticking literally any man’s junk inside of her, maybe he shouldn’t have decided to chase after an escort.

I have no sympathy for him whatsoever.

I unpacked my bag and looked around. It was still my bedroom, exactly the same as it had been a week ago when I’d been Ally the prostitute. Single Ally. Broken Ally.

I love how literally one week in Florida and she’s suddenly a completely and utterly changed woman.

Therapy? Psh! Have you tried a good holiday with your romantic partner?!

“What are you up to tonight?” I asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

“I might fly to New York,” he said nonchalantly, but I could feel an undercurrent of something else.

This is exactly what Ally had been afraid of. That this jerk would come in and completely monopolise her time. As I keep saying, he wants the vibe of Ally, but not the reality of dating an escort.

“And I wish I were a multimillionaire with an apartment in Paris, but life isn’t like that.”

“Your life could be like that. I could buy you a French apartment.”

“Don’t be ridiculous! You’ve only known me a few weeks.”

“Ally, I love you. I know we haven’t known each other very long, but I believe that you’re the girl I’m meant to be with. I want to share everything I have, everything I am, with you. That includes my money.”

Why do I get the feeling that Scott didn’t exactly try really hard to find a new girlfriend?

Or maybe he’s one of those guys that sends up intense red flags to normal girls that send them running fast and far? We actually don’t know much about Scott outside of his relationship with Ally, so it’s possible.

There was no point continuing the conversation, because we were never going to agree, and I was beginning to see that he wasn’t going to back down.

Chapter 19 summary: It’s Ally’s last day in Florida, so they go out on Scott’s boat. Ally wants to fuck on the boat, but Scott keeps insisting on wanting to only do it in the privacy of his home. Despite the fact that they’re on the open ocean. But this plan for a romantic night in is ruined when Scott’s toe gets snipped by a crab; he’s in too much pain to do much of anything.

Scott goes back to New York with her because he has a meeting. But as soon as they’re at JFK, the problems start coming back up. Ally is going to go to work, which obviously means having sex with more clients. Scott continues to not like this, and it’s creating a lot of tension in their relationship. Ally warns him to go home, and that he’d promised not to force her out from her job.

Ally goes home, where she spends some time catching up with Jamie. (I’m low-key loving the platonic girlfriend vibes, and I wish that there was more of it in the book.)

Later, before Ally needs to start getting ready for her night, Scott calls her. He’s clearly worked himself up into a frenzy over the thought of her going to service more clients, and says that he wants to be in New York right then. Ally is angry over the entire thing, and begins bracing herself for their inevitable messy ending. He literally wants to throw money at her to make her love him, but she cuts him off, says she doesn’t want to fight, and hangs up.

Chapter 20

In compromise, he spat on his fingers and rubbed it into my pussy. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better than nothing.

Chapter 20 summary: This entire chapter was nothing but Ally servicing three clients. As she went to the first meeting, Scott would not stop calling her, to the point where she had to turn her phone off or else he’d interrupt her session.

Client one: shy and awkward, who came quickly.

Client two: seemed to know what he wanted, but also seemed like he’d never done this before.

After this, Ally called Todd back, who offered her a third client, which she accepted.

Client three: A bit more experienced, but wouldn’t come after an hour. Offered to pay her for a second hour.

#Client No. 5 #chapter 19 #chapter 20 #Scott Walker #Ally (Client No 5)#i'm done goodbye #what is this even

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heavy-lies-the-crown · 2 years

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it's old. but hopefully still enjoyable! love to you all.

It’s the first Valentine’s Day they don’t have to give cards to everyone in their homeroom if they’re going to distribute them. Since they are - how does he say it - growing up, there are no poorly constructed mailboxes with their names hanging off the backs of their seats this year.

Instead, there are candy grams.

(it goes like this. buy them for a dollar, send them to the guy or girl you like-like, stress yourself into an ulcer wondering if you’ll get one back. squeal a lot either way.)

It’s all very dramatic, this love thing. Very heavy stuff. He might not be cut out for it.

(later, give or take four years, he’ll discover that he is.)

He doesn’t expect a candy gram since he’s never been a joiner in the whole ordeal. He’s never done cards, even when they were mandatory. Teachers have contacted his parents about it before; apparently that attitude demonstrates “bad sportsmanship” or “a lack of spirit” and they “cannot tolerate that in their classrooms.” Something along those lines. They’re sympathetic when they find out he’s poor, but actually, he can swing three bucks for the Snoopy card set at CVS, the kind that comes six to a page with perforations to make the process of love real nice and simple.

(big spender!)

It has nothing to do with his aversion to buying into the Hallmarkian scheme, though that’s what he tells people. He’s just never wanted to.

But now there’s someone calling his name, waving a little package around like it’s a flag and he’s the proud, patriotic champion of the island-nation of love. Absolutely everyone can see. And hear.

(jug-head? is there a jug-head in this class? someone loves you jug-head!)

They’re looking at him, they’re looking at the candy gram, they’re looking between him and the candy gram, and it’s all very much against his general ethos of maintaining a profile lower than ground-level.

He owns up to being Jughead, even though it might actually cause his death.

He eats the little bag of candy hearts in one go as if that will destroy the evidence it ever existed. But then there’s the problem of the little slip of paper that came with it saying I like your hat, Juggie! Love, Betty. There’s also the even bigger problem of this... this external Judas of a force that has him carefully folding the stupid thing and tucking it into his pocket like a little treasure.

But in History, he learns that Betty apparently found something likable about everyone in their homeroom, and by lunch he’s in the bathroom about to throw the card away. Then she busts in, all hi! did’cha get my candy gram! hope you did! with a big, bright smile.

(she being betty, the actual big spender. there's twenty-five kids in their homeroom.)

“This is the guy’s bathroom, right?” is what he comes up with. It’s a real winner of a response that surely has Casanova quaking in his boots somewhere.

“Oh.” She looks a little guilty. “Yeah, sorry. You just move around really fast.”

“Yep, that’s me,” is what he comes up with next. “I got it. Thanks, by the way. The candy was great.”

(it seriously wasn’t, it was chalky)

“Oh good,” she says, like she’s very relieved. “I just want to make sure everyone knows someone thought about them today, you know? I didn’t want anyone to feel left out.”

“Yeah, totally. That was really nice of you,” he says. “Well, thanks again. For the candy. And you know, the love.”

She blushes and he thinks he might die again. He did say this love thing is very dramatic.

“Sure,” she says. “I really do like your hat, though. I meant that part.”

He logics himself into this conclusion – if she meant the part about her liking his hat, she must not have meant the part about love. But still, it’s a nice enough sentiment since he likes his hat too, so he hangs on to the paper for the rest of the day. That is, until he gets home and the Judas entity emerges again, and the paper finds its way into the shoebox under his bed he keeps odds and ends, letters from his dead grandma, his dad’s dog tag from the army; things like that.

Later, give or take four years, she’ll give him another Valentine’s Day card, a really pretty card with artwork by an up-and-coming female artist because she supports good causes like that. No Charlie Brown characters in sight. A really pretty card with even more beautiful sentiments handwritten in it. And she’ll sign it, love, Betty again.

He’ll say something incredibly awkward like “oh, I hope you mean it this time,” in the name of trying to come off as casual, since love has never stopped being this dramatic thing and he has never stopped putting his foot in his mouth when it comes to it. Then, after a lot of confused looks and a round of “what do you mean?” “no, what do you mean?” he’ll learn that he’s been a real idiot for actual years because even if she did send a candy gram to everyone in homeroom in sixth grade, did he know that his was one of a few she did not sign from, Betty?

(no, no he did not know)

“Obviously it was a slightly different kind of love, but it wasn’t like I didn’t mean it,” she’ll say.

“Different, huh?” He’ll be smiling, and it’ll look slightly deranged because he’ll be trying not to smile too much and make her instantly regret this different love.

“Mmm.” Then, she’ll give him this very soft, wonderful look he’ll want to bottle and keep forever in his shoebox under the bed as she taps the new, very pretty card. “I’d say this one’s more the romantic variety.”

After several moments of making sure his heart won’t emerge if he speaks and plop onto the table - that would probably ruin the nice mood - what he’ll come up with is, “the love-loves kind of romantic?”

(foot, mouth)

And she’ll say, with that big, bright smile of hers, “Yeah, exactly. That’s just the kind I mean.”

(and later, give or take four years, at a table with a really pretty card and a lot of diner food between them, he’ll tell her he loves her, he love-loves her too, and mean it as well)

#happy valentine's day!#bughead fic #riverdale fic #bughead #repost - can't seem to find the old one #can't seem to find anything?

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smol-and-grumpy · 3 years

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To Be Free - CH01

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Escaping and hiding away, that’s what she wants to do. Her parent’s remote cabin in the mountain sounds like the best place for it. There, she meets someone from her past — a green-eyed mountain man.

Chapter Warnings: A little back story, cheating (not Dean), language, threats being made, car accident

WC: 2481

Beta: @winchest09 <3

A/N: So, this is the beginning of the Mountain Man!Dean AU. I hope you’ll like it!

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The phone buzzes on the seat next to her. Again.

It hasn’t stopped ringing since Y/N had gotten into the car and drove away. She’s so close to just throwing it out of the window but then again, the rational side of her brain tells her that she would endanger the automobiles around her on the highway, and she doesn’t really want to cause any damage, or accidents, if it can be avoided.

“You’re a goody-goody.” Mick always used to say, “It’ll get you in trouble if you don’t toughen up.”

Perhaps Mick was right. She probably was not made to work in that firm where she has to help fucking criminals. But then again, he made it seem so plausible and she can’t believe that she fell for it all. Y/N had fallen for the prestige, for the fame, and most of all, she had fallen for Mick, and that was the worst fucking mistake.

The events of that night flash before her eyes once more.

It’s 9 PM. Mick usually doesn’t have a reason to work so late unless he has a meeting with the mob family that they have under their wings. She never liked to go to their meetings, always found an excuse to opt out. The way the men always stare at her like she was a piece of meat rather than a woman with a brain, always sent a chill down her spine.

When she stepped out of the elevator, the floor was dark. There’s only minimal light coming from the reception area that’s vacated at this time of the night. Y/N never liked to be here after hours but it’s the only place she thought she could find Mick. He didn’t pick up his phone when she called him which was highly unusual. Somehow, she was a little afraid of what she would find. It could be him just laughing and joking with the mobsters, but it could also have been him bruised and beaten beyond recognition because the Family wasn’t happy with his work, or it could be worse. He could be dead. Today was his birthday too and she even ordered catering for the both of them to enjoy at home. She guessed that she would have to pop the dishes into the microwave because by the time she decided to check here, it was already starting to turn cold.

Walking further along the hallway, she noticed that the lights in Mick’s office are still on and a sense of relief washed over her, while the sense of dread built up in the pit of her stomach at the same time.

“Oh god, Mick.”

There was a faint moan that carried through the hallway of the offices. It made her blood freeze, but it forced her to walk faster.

“Mmh,” she heard Mick humming. “Always so fucking tight for me, Eve. Such a good pussy.”

“Better than Y/N, I’d hope.”

Mick chuckled, “I’d rather you not talk about her while I fuck you. You know you’re my best girl, baby.”

The dread in Y/N’s stomach intensified and something began to churn inside of her. She had to clutch it so as not to just hurl out the whole contents into the next pot plant she could find.

Eve was her friend. Her best friend since she moved into the city two years ago. She was even the one who helped Eve to get a job at her boyfriend’s firm.

Well, not her boyfriend anymore, she guessed.

She reached the door, fingers clutched around the frame for purchase as she took in the image before her. Eve was bent over the table, Mick half undressed, fucking into her from behind.

He threw his head back as he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he turned his head and their eyes met.

For a brief second, she thought she saw a smirk twisting at his lips when he noticed her. He kept on pounding into Eve, though, his pace never faltered.

Y/N retreated, tears pooled in her eyes and she moved on autopilot. Before she knew it, she found herself in her office, packing the things that she needed into her laptop bag.

‘Stupid! So fucking stupid!’ she thought. She should have seen it. Why hadn’t she seen it? The red flags were always there. Mick always gave her assignments that would see her traveling all over the country for a long stretch of time. She would find receipts of hotels laying around in the apartment, or when she did laundry, but he always had a good reason. They hadn’t been intimate for a long time, too. Mick was always too tired and if he wasn’t then she would be. And if that happened, he would get out of bed and said that he needed a drink and was out of the apartment before she could even say anything. She was so engrossed in her work and too oblivious to what was going on, that she ignored all the warning signs.

She was crying now, the tears not stopping. But it’s not over Mick. She would never cry over a man who had treated her like this. She cried for herself, for being dumb enough to let someone play her.

Bending down to pack the remainder of her things, she opened her last drawer, revealing a little safe that was neatly tucked inside. Without hesitation, she punched in the combination and it sprang open. It contained a single USB stick.

Picking it up, she clutched it in the palm of her hand. She had forgotten about the small device and now she knew why Mick kept her around. She was the only person who had a copy of the shady business his clients are doing, because she was involved as much as Mick. He was never going to give her up because if the information got leaked, he'd be taking the fall.

There were footsteps along the hallway, the thumping sounds getting louder as someone rushed to her office and she quickly let the stick slip into her jean pocket.

“What are you doing?” he asked too casually but with a bitter undertone, acting like he hadn’t just fucked her best friend.

“What does it look like?” she snarled, patience wearing thin. “I quit. And don’t even come by my apartment anymore.”

He walked in further; his hair was ruffled and the buttons on his shirt were hastily done up, the material lopsided as he had fastened them wrong. She was so disgusted by his appearance.

Mick rubbed his hand over his chin, carefully thinking about his next words. “I need the USB stick before you leave.”

She snorted. That’s typical. All he could think about is his fucking business. “I don’t have it.”

“Liar!”

“Oh, look who’s talking.” Maybe, just maybe, she shouldn’t anger him but screw that.

“Y/N.” Mick rounded up around her desk and came to stand right before her. The scent of sex hit her nose in waves. It made her nauseous. “You’re going to get into so much trouble if they know that you have it and believe me, if you walk out of here, they will find out because I will tell them.”

“I’m not scared of those men.”

Mick laughed. Fucking laughed.

“They’ll come for you, Y/N. Those men are not to be fucked with.” He was still chuckling when he said, “They will find you and they will kill you.”

She cocked her eyebrow, and maybe she should have been scared of Mick and his threats but she’s still got the upper hand. If she got to expose him first, she has bargaining leverage. Maybe she’d get to be in a witness protection program. By the time it hits the fan, she will hopefully be long gone.

“I don’t have it,” she said again as she bumped her shoulder against his on her way out, shoving him to the side.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” Mick called after her, his voice echoing in the almost empty hallway.

With her head held high, she descended the stairs, too impatient and not to say scared to wait for the elevator.

The phone buzzed again after having only stopped for a short time. It actually hasn’t stopped ringing since she drove back to her apartment to pack her duffel with enough clothes that should last her for a couple of days. She wanted to get out of here, clear her head, think about what to do next.

It’s after she stopped for gas that she remembered the remote cabin that belonged to her parents. They hadn’t been up there for a while as the health of her father was deteriorating but she knew where they kept the spare key, and it’s the only place she knew nobody would come looking for her because she hadn’t been with Mick long enough to let him in on the existence of the cabin, nor on the memories the place held.

Buying enough food that would last her a couple of days, she drove towards the foot of the mountain.

It was February and the roads were icy as it had snowed just last night. She hoped that her car would have enough power to get her up there, as she didn’t have snow chains with her. Not that she knew how to put them on in the first place. If worse comes to worst, she’d have to abandon her car and hike up the last bit, which was totally fine with her too. Anything to get away from civilization.

As she made her way up the snowy road and rounded up the twelfth bend in the street (There were fourteen - she had counted them from the drive up there every winter), her phone buzzed again.

She glanced over to the passenger seat to catch the caller ID. It could be her mother for all she knew and that one, she would pick up. Y/N would maybe tell her that she was on the way to the cabin so that they wouldn’t be too worried if they can’t get a hold of her, because the reception could be pretty spotty up there.

But no, it’s fucking Mick again. She rolled her eyes upon seeing the name flash on the screen before turning her gaze back to the snow-covered street in front of her, but it was already too late. Out of her periphery, she caught it. The deer that ran out of the woods, its eyes wide when it saw the headlights of her SUV. Her foot hit the break immediately, but it was too late. The car swerved on the icy ground and she hoped she didn’t hit the animal before her vision goes black.

Dean was sitting in his recliner in the cabin while he enjoyed his glass of bourbon. It’s his downtime, one of his favorite pastimes, next to spending his days out with Stevie, his Bernese mountain dog.

He had been coming to this cabin since his early childhood, having only missed one Winter out of the many. There were times where he would only spend a week up here but also there were times where he would be there for the whole winter. It’s his favorite place, always has been.

The cabin is not as big as the ones that surrounded it, but it’s enough. It has only one bedroom, yet it was cozy. He remembered back to when he was younger, when he and his younger brother would sleep on the fold-out couch while his parents took the bedroom. Sometimes if Sam was upset with him, Dean would spend the night on the rug in front of the fireplace instead, and it was the best thing. He almost felt bad for wanting to get into a fight with Sam more often so that his sibling wouldn’t look at him funny when he wanted to spend the night on the floor instead of on the worn-out couch.

Once his parents stopped their annual visit up there, and they wanted to sell the cabin, Dean had saved enough money to buy it from them. There were just too many memories tied to the little property, too many of them that he wasn’t willing to just forget.

While he took a sip from his tumbler, Stevie lifted her head and twisted her ears.

Dean noticed, and immediately reached down to pat the dog's head, “What's wrong, Stevie?”

The dog ignored him to get up and walk over to the door, letting out a whine as her nails started to scratch at the wood.

“Easy, girl,” he soothes the agitated dog. “You wanna go out for a walk again?”

Stevie whined some more, her scratching becoming more frantic.

“Right,” Dean sighed as he got out of his seat. He took his time to empty his tumbler before setting it down on the coffee table. “Let’s go then.”

The snow had started to fall again as they got out of the cabin, and he ducked inside once more to grab his hat that’s hanging on the hook right behind the door. Stevie was not impressed that it was taking Dean so long to get ready and started to bark.

“Easy, Stevie,” he chuckled as her wet nose nuzzled against his palm. He reached down to scratch behind her ear, a motion that seemed to calm her down. “Good girl.”

They made their way down the street. The old snow crunched underneath his boots. Fresh layers of the white powder would cover over it soon enough, erasing their prints when it settled. He thought about doing their usual nightly walk around the perimeter, wondering if maybe they’d see a deer or two. Stevie had a way with deer. They love to meet her and Dean’s always mesmerized by the unusual bond they had. Stevie was always good with other animals and people, the dog’s sense to protect everyone is highly admirable, and Dean really couldn’t wish for a better companion.

As they rounded up the second bend in the road, he saw the car. Its headlights were still on but the front was wrapped around a tree which was the only thing standing between the car and the abyss. It was not a strong pine and the wood was already creaking under the weight.

Stevie rushed forward and Dean followed suit. The tree was going to give in at any minute, he just knew and if he couldn’t save the car, maybe he would be able to save whoever was stuck in there.

Dean thankfully reached the vehicle in time, yanking the driver’s door open and the sight of the girl slumped over the steering wheel made his blood run colder than the icy road he was standing on.

“Y/N?”

CH02

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Swedish Holidays for all your Young Royals needs

Due to popular demand (by like five people) here’s a brief description of all the major Swedish holidays and how they’re celebrated because I can’t stand here and pretend as if we really celebrate Christmas the 25th. We have more holidays, I've only written about the ones we celebrate in my family. I come from a working class family and live in Southern Sweden, however I do have family in Stockholm. I'm not religious in any way and as far as I know, most families don't celebrate these holidays because they're religious, but because it's tradition.

yall better appreciate this, it took me literal hours

January

1: Dubbed as one of the collective pizza days in my household. It's the day after New Year, and most people either order in or eat leftovers.

Week 2 or 3: Most people return to their jobs, schools and other daily activities.

February/March

Fettisdagen ("Fat Tuesday"): celebrated 47 days before Easter. The actual date varies, all from early February to early March. It's an old Christian tradition where you'd eat fatty foods before the "before Easter"-fast and is supposedly a thing in other Christian countries as well. These days, most people celebrate by eating semlor with their family, and most don't fast before Easter.

The semla is a sweet bun with whipped cream and almond paste.

Våffeldagen (Waffle Day, 25th of March): I think this day stems from a Christian tradition, but these days the day is mostly to get together with family and eat waffles.

April

Påsk (Easter): Again, the date varies, but Easter is usually in April. Easter stems from Christianity and is celebrated to remember Jesus' death and resurrection. Easter spans over a week, but I personally only celebrate one of those days.

Påskafton (direct translation: Easter Eve, English translation: Holy Saturday) is the Saturday of the Easter week. In my family, the children get to look for Easter eggs (often filled with candy).

Some children also dress up as Påskkärringar (Easter crones) and I think this tradition has to do with the Witch Trials in Sweden, but I'm not sure. Chances are you won't need to know anything about this for your Young Royal fics, because mostly girls dress up.

Sometimes, we decorate eggs.

Later, we sit down to eat together and spend time with our families. Common things to eat for Easter is potatoes, eggs, herring and meatballs.

Valborgsmässoafton (Walpurgis Night, 30th): We burn a big bonfire in the evening to celebrate that spring is here. I live in a fairly small town, so mostly everyone gathers at one spot and burns the fire together. When the bonfire is burned, most people go home and that's it. It's also seen as a reason to have a party (mostly for teenagers and young adults, I think) and get drunk as fuck.

May/June

Sveriges Nationaldagen (Sweden's National Day, 6th of June): Most people are home from school and work. We hoist the Swedish flag. Idk. However, the Royal Family celebrates by getting dressed up in Swedish costumes. This year, the King held a speech and the family went to Skansen (which is an amusement park/zoo. You can read more about it here). There's music and the military does their weird little thing. You can watch the National Day Celebration on Skansen from 2014 here.

Midsommarafton (Midsummer): date varies, but is celebrated a Friday in late June. I'm sure there's a Christian explanation for this one, but I don't personally know it.

Midsommar (midsummer) means middle of the summer.

Again, this is a day to eat and spend time with your family (or drink, depending on who you are). We eat pretty much the same things for Midsummer as we do for Easter.

For Midsummer we also dance around a Midsommarstång (direct translation: Midsummer Pole, English translation: Maypole) and make flower crowns.

How Midsummer is celebrated depends a lot on your age (most teenagers and young adults again see this as a reason to party), where you're from and a million other things.

My personal favorite Midsummer tradition is probably more common in the country than in the city, for example. You're supposed to pick seven different flowers without saying a word. Then, you sleep with the flowers under your pillow. Supposedly, you'll dream of your future husband (or wife! But I think it's more common that women and girls do this). This tradition also varies. Some people say you need nine flowers and some people say you have to climb over fencing for it to count.

Some teenagers or young adults spend time with their friends to party, instead!

You can watch part of a Midsummer celebration at Skansen here.

The Royal Family usually celebrate Midsummer privately, but I think there's usually new pictures of the entire family around this time.

Day after Midsummer: Collective Pizza Day 2. Everyone either eats takeout or leftovers because no one can be bothered to make anything and like half of the population has the worst hangover they've had since New Year.

Summer Holiday Note: most people in Sweden have four weeks of paid leave each summer.

July/August

Kräftpremiär (Crayfish party) - date varies, normally early August. Basically people get together to eat crayfish and drink. You can usually get paper plates and plastic cups and whatever with ugly crayfish motives (which is fun), but I've never done this.

October

Halloween (30th): Halloween is nowhere near as big in Sweden as it is in the States. We just buy some lösgodis ("loose candy", where you can throw whatever kind of candy you want in a bag. See pictures). Trick or treat is so unusual in the town I grew up I've only ever had one kid ask for candy and when I celebrated Halloween with my grandparents (in a city not far from Stockholm), it was the same. I usually buy some candy and watch a horror movie, but that's about it.

However, Halloween is (again) a reason for teenagers and young adults to drink and party.

November

Alla Helgons Dag (All Saints' Day): Date varies, usually early November. It's a day to remember the dead and we usually light a candle at the grave yard.

December

Första Advent (First Advent): Date varies. Sunday four weeks from Christmas Eve. We mostly just light a candle, honestly. Then, each Sunday for the next four weeks, we light a candle. Here's actually the Crown Princess wishing Happy First Advent with her family! Unfortunately without English subtitles, but here's the translation: "Today is the First Advent. Advent means arrival and hope, something that feels extra important this year. (her husband lights the candle) We want to wish everyone a happy first advent!"

Andra Advent (Second Advent): date varies. We light the second candle.

Tredje Advent (Third Advent): date varies. We light the third candle.

Fjärde Advent (Fourth Advent): date varies. We light the fourth candle. In my family we usually decorate the tree this Sunday.

Julafton (Christmas Eve): Celebrated the 24th. YES, THE 24TH. Christmas Eve obviously varies from family to family, but there's a few things most people have in common. Usually, we get one gift in our sock (which hangs on our bedroom doors in my home, because we don't have a mantle) when we wake up. As kids me and my brother almost always got a movie or something to keep us busy until it was time to leave for our grandparents house.

For lunch we eat the Christmas dinner. It's the same damned food as our other holidays. Herring, meatballs, potatoes, sausages etc, but now, we also have julskinka (Christmas ham). Some people eat ham even for Easter, but we only really eat it for Christmas in my family. Obviously the food varies a little from season to season, but as a picky eater I always just eat potatoes, meatballs and ham.

At 3, Kalle Anka (Donald Duck) is on. Yeah, we watch the same damned stuff every year. It's tradition, alright? Anyway, Donald Duck lasts for an hour or so, and first you get to see Santa work in his workshop, then Disney characters wish you a Merry Christmas with scenes from their movies (original, I know). There's Lady and the Tramp, Donald Duck (obviously) and a million other things. Then there's also one or two trailers for movies Disney will release the coming year. I really couldn't be bothered to find everything on YouTube for you to watch, sorry!

After Donald Duck, we open the Christmas gifts in my family. Normally we just rip out gifts open lmao.

After opening the gifts, we usually eat a second time. This time it's time for porridge. Tomtegröt (Santa porridge) is sweet and often served with cinnamon. Usually, everyone is so stuffed at this point that you only eat because you "have" to eat porridge for Christmas (again, at least in my family).

The last thing we do in my family, is to get a puzzle out. My grandpa almost always gets a new puzzle for Christmas, so we'll put that on the dining table and work on it together until it's getting too late for us to stay.

The Royal Family usually release new pictures of the family for Christmas and wish everyone a Merry Christmas.

Day after Christmas: Not a collective pizza day! There's usually too much Christmas food left to be able to order pizza. Usually, we have Christmas food to eat for four-ish days after Christmas, and by then you're getting really tired of it.

Sometimes we watch something on television, but for the most part we just sit around and spend time together. I think the Crown Princess read something from the Bible this year? I'm not actually sure if the Royal Family go to the Christmas Service, but I don't think so.

Nyårsafton (New Year's Eve): last day of the year. We shoot fireworks, eat food and dessert and spend time with family. This day we normally eat something "fancy" or something you we don't usually eat.

At twelve, we go out to light some fireworks (or just watch fireworks). When that dies down, it's time for the cheese platter. My dad wants it, no one else ever eats from it, we still do it every single year because "it's not New Year's without it". When we've had the cheese platter, everyone go to sleep and that's that.

People obviously celebrate this differently, as well. It's not uncommon to go see your friends or have guests over, and some people party rather than have fancy dinner with their parents. I personally prefer spending time with my parents, because that's what New Year's is for me.

Some people give resolutions, but I think it's more common in the States.

Christmas Holiday Note: It's common for people to not work between Christmas and New Year's Eve where I'm from.

Some things you might want to know about the Swedish Royal Family and Sweden overall:

The Royal Family in Young Royals is not the real Royal Family (obviously).

The Royal Family usually spends time on Öland during the summers.

Chances are Wilhelm and his family live at Drottningholm Slott (Drottningholm Palace) and not Stockholm Slott (Stockholm Palace). Drottningholm is used as a home for the current King and Queen and is located west of Stockholm. However, the scenes where Wilhelm is home is shot at a palace called Stora Sundby Slott. I doubt Wilhelm and his family would live here if they were the actual Royal Family since it's used as a place for people to gather when they want to hunt for sport. However, if they truly live at Stora Sundby, it takes almost two hours to drive from Stockholm to the castle.

Bjärstad is AT LEAST two hours away from Stockholm.

Bjärstad to Stora Sundby Castle takes approximately an hour and a half by car, and between nine and twelve hours by bus. Which means these two boys can't just take a twenty minute bus to see each other.

Bjärstad to Drottningholm takes a little over two hours by car and four-ish hours by bus.

Bjärstad to Stockholm Slott takes over two hours by car and three and a half hours by bus.

Hillerska is shot at Kaggeholms Slott (Kaggeholm Palace), and is a hotel.

The age of consent in Sweden is 15, HOWEVER it's illegal to have sex with someone four or more years younger than you if you're not both over the age of 18. Let me illustrate: -Person A is 15 and Person B is 15. It's legal because both are 15. -Person A is 15 and Person B is 20. It's illegal, because there's a five year old gap between them. -Person A is 15 and Person B is 18. It's legal (but probably frowned upon), because they're both 15 or older and there's not a four year gap between them. -Person A is 18 and Person B is 30. It's legal, because both are 18 or older. Idk if this makes sense or if this is what it looks like anymore, but this is what it was like when I still went to school. Obviously people aren't going to run around and call you names if you happen to date someone four years younger than you (I know a girl who met a guy when she was 14 and he was over 20), but please, be mindful of this. Our age of consent doesn't give you a right to be weird and nasty to teenagers (yes, I'm talking about Edvin).

Also, the Royal Family have their own website, which you can find here. As far as I can see, there's more information on the Swedish page, but there's plenty translated to English. You can also read of the Swedish Royal Family and its history on the palaces's website, here.

All pictures have been taken straight from Google. I haven't used any sources, because this is shit I do every single year with my family. Feel free to correct me or add things you do, but keep it respectful, please!

Friendly reminder that I've simplified some parts of this to make sense, specifically the dates of the Advent celebrations.

If there's anything you don't understand or want more information on, you're welcome to contact me! I take pretty long to reply, but I'll definitely try to get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you!

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amonrawya · 3 years

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The Greatest Gift of All

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(Inspired by^ for the people who asked :D hope it was worth the wait!)

Long before the war, before Captain America or the Winter Soldier, there was simply Bucky and Steve. At least, that's what history says. But they missed out one very important person, a girl called Y/N.

Women in those times often found themselves with little opportunity, and only two easily attainable pathways in life: wife and mother. But Y/N carved out a life for herself that defied all expectations, and it all started in Brooklyn.

She dived headlong into scuffles, usually next to Bucky in defence of Steve. Regardless of the opponent, Y/N stood by them both, and often held her own quite impressively.

Her dress style borrowed from more masculine cuts, and Y/N was never seen without her cap. A lot of people had a problem with this, but she shut them up fairly swiftly.

Everything about this girl drew Bucky in, a battle he fought with little effort. They reveled in each other, flaunting their love at every opportunity. More than a few were jealous that the rough and tumble girl got the best looking boy in town.

In a way, before even coming of age, they started an adult life together. The three of them moved into a flat. Y/N and Bucky took hard labour jobs, or anything they could get. They had little room to be picky.

Both managed to hook steady summer jobs at the local docks. They used most of their money to keep a roof over their heads, buy food, and pay for Steve's medical needs. He attended art school, and sold his work every now and then; but physically, he was in no condition to work.

The war appeared on the horizon, just as they started to pull themselves an inch above the poverty line. Y/N saw it coming, the inevitable. She treasured every second they spent together, and dreaded the day when the draft came.

A lot of the older women she worked with were disrespectful, looking down on her pre-marital relationship with Bucky. They claimed she couldn't possibly understand their grief, despite the fact Y/N had seen Bucky off at the docks that very morning.

In truth, they already planned on being married, but at the time, they simply didn't have the funds. Bucky promised, once the war ended, that ring would be on her finger.

Except, he never came home. Not properly. The person Hydra gave back to Y/N was damaged and jaded, angry at the world, angrier than she ever saw. But still, they loved each other. Though she never forgave them for stealing away his innocence, for trying to snuff out the light in his soul. A part of him would always belong to them, and she hated it.

Refusing to stay home while they risked their lives, never knowing, Y/N trained as an army nurse, working specially with the Howling Commandos unit.

Then one day, she went out to welcome them back from a mission. Every face looked devastated, but none more so than Steve. His eyes, red-raw and streaming, seemed incapable of rising from the ground. At first, the realisation didn't process, the idea simply incomprehensible. He promised.

Dugan was the one to finally break through and catch Y/N as she fell, holding her as the tears poured. Once he shook off his daze, Steve took his place, sharing in her grief.

Her world fell apart so quickly, with no warning and no mercy. Their commanders celebrated the capture of Arnim Zola, while Y/N and Steve sat, staring at an empty place at their side.

Everyone mourned Bucky, and swiftly after, began to mourn Y/N, too. The loss took a part of her...the sparkle, the happiness, the laugh that lit up her face. It all vanished. She worked hard, looked after them all, but only Steve was able to make her smile. Even then, it looked pained.

So when Steve went down with the plane, the very last shred of Y/N died with him. No tears left her eyes, no screams ripped up her throat. A cold numbness took over, freezing the woman from the inside out.

V-Day came and went. The Commandos stood and drank to their lost comrades, and Dugan silently drank another...for the loss of a bright, fiery girl who had virtually nothing to lose, and still lost everything.

She spent her days as a robot, doing nothing but going through the motions of badly imitating life. The flat was empty and quiet, yet somehow, bursting with the ghosts of her loved ones. Nightmares plagued her, terrible images of Bucky's body, forever trapped in a freezing hell, nothing but food for the birds. And Steve, his body...was it cast adrift in the ocean? Or destroyed, burnt to ash in the belly of a metal beast.

They were simple folk before the war turned them into soldiers, into weapons. Before symbols and flags stole away their names, driving them to sacrifice their lives for a greater cause.

Y/N knew their fight against Hydra was important...knew the honour behind their sacrifice. But when it's you left sitting at an empty dinner table, it's much easier to be angry and bitter.

She never married, never settled, bouncing around countries working as an army nurse. The Commandos slowly died around her, each one fading to grey as the curtain drew the show to a close. Each death, each funeral ripped open her wounds, bigger and deeper each time. Until eventually, Y/N let the blood flow freely.

Or at least, that's what would have happened. But one choice, one decision, made by a boy she thought dead in the far future, changed it all.

Bucky Barnes struggled to find himself again. His memories were mostly all returned, if a bit hazy and fragmented. He had Steve there to right any wrong recollections, and connect with on their shared experiences. But something always seemed to be missing, a piece of the jigsaw that hadn't been found.

He remembered Y/N. He remembered her clearer than anything. She was glowing like honey in the sun when Bucky closed his eyes and brought her back to mind.

Face covered in muck, hair tousled and streaked with grease from the boats, soot on the very tip of her nose and a cap perched jauntily on her head; wearing the deepest expression of concentration as she aimed a hanful of rotten fish guts at the sleezy Connell boy from Fifth, who decided his opinion on her backside mattered. The image shone crystal clear. Her laughter, rolling out from between curved lips, beautiful and full of mischief.

It never failed to make him smile. Or cry. Or sometimes, both. He missed Y/N than he thought possible for a human being.

Bucky often wondered about her life, whether she went on to marry, or maybe even have children. Was she happy? Did she bury him and move on? If they met today, would Y/N even recognise the man he was now?

More importantly, in his mind, something he both feared and longed to know: would she still love him?

Unbeknownst to Bucky, Steve saw all this. Understood, to a degree, his pain. But he and Peggy never got the chance to bond so strongly. He knew Bucky needed him, but Steve also knew he needed Y/N more.

So once his goodbyes were said, he looked one last time at Bucky, and smiled beneath his suit as he vanished into time.

The living room looked exactly the same as he remembered. Bucky's coat, slung over the back of the chair, his sketchbooks strewn around the desk. Every rip and chip. His heart swelled with nostalgia, and pain, thinking of the life they were supposed to have.

What must have been in their heads...running off to fight, so eager to throw everything away. And who was left to stare at empty beds and eat breakfast alone every morning? Y/N.

His chest constricted, hearing the keys in the door, the lock rattling three times before letting her in. His nerve faltered for the briefest second, wondering if he was ready to see her again.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Time's up.

Slowly, he turned, and watched as Y/N's eyes widened, all the bags in her hands falling to the floor with a crash.

"...Stevie?" The name came out as a whisper, nearly inaudible.

He grinned, laughing as tears stung his eyes. "Hey, spitfire. Long time no see."

"Steve!" She launched herself at him, arms wrapping around his neck and clinging on for dear life.

Catching her by the waist, he swung Y/N around, burying his face in her hair. They held onto one another as if they might vanish if they let go. But after a minute, Steve gently pushed her back.

"How? How are you here? What are you wearing? I don't understand, Steve, they said you died! Your plane went down in the ocean," she stammered, hand on his forearm with a grip like a vice.

"I survived. The serum kept me alive in the ice for seventy years," he said, questioning his own sanity momentarily; standing in the flat again made everything that happened seem like a distant dream.

Y/N frowned, brows knitting together. "What? Did you hit your head? Steve, this is 1945."

"I know, I came from 2023. I'm alive," he said, and saw her mentally backing away, so added, "I'm alive, and so is Bucky."

Her head snapped up, eyes immediately filling with tears. A dozen emotions whizzed through them in a second; disbelief, pain, hope. It shone clearly in her face as she stepped closer.

What did you say?" She asked, voice choked as she brought her shaking hands up to her mouth.

"Bucky's alive," he repeated softly, "and I can send you to him, in the future. But we don't have a lot of time. You need to listen to me, carefully, and do what I say."

She spluttered, struggling for words. "I, but...what about you?"

"I've made my decision," Steve said, and gently took her hands in his, "now, please, listen."

Bucky watched the machine, feeling a wave of numbness wash over his insides. Nothing was a better deal than the pain, the cruel sting of betrayal fighting to be felt. But he beat it back, unable to allow those thoughts validation.

Steve gave up so much for him, he fought for years to get him here. Steve deserved this. And no matter how wrong those words sounded in his head, he resolutely stood by them.

The seconds ticked by, noted by Bruce's countdown. A flash of guilt almost made Bucky explain what was going to happen, explain that Steve left them. Left him. But he possessed no energy to speak, they'd see in a second, when no one appeared-

Zap. A blinding flash of light.

There's someone there.

Bucky frowned, hands falling from his pockets. Did Steve change his mind? Did he...

All the thoughts in his head stopped as the figure stepped down. Too small, too lithe for it to be Steve. Bucky's heart rate quickened, something in his unconscious already registering his recognition.

The suit fell away, and if he weren't frozen in place, Bucky wouldn't have been standing. A quiver shot through him, nearly buckling his knees. Shock, fear and pure disbelief all delayed his reaction.

Y/N looked around, amazed, but turned to stone as she set eyes on him. Her face went utterly blank, a strangled sound leaving her lips.

Wearing her yard slacks, with a small bag on her shoulder, her face covered in dirt, hair streaked with grease, cap perched on-top, slanted to one side...she was everything he remembered, and his heart tried to leave his chest to go to her. To be whole again.

But fear held him back. She didn't know the things he'd done, the person he became after the train accident. What if-

"Who is she?" Sam asked, glaring as he stalked towards her, an accusation rising on his lips.

Bucky answered without hesitation, or thinking; the question had been asked countless times over the years. It always recieved the same reply. "My doll."

Sam stopped short, glancing between them, the way neither took their eyes off the other. He nodded, brows still closely knit, and backed off.

Slowly, Y/N approached, encouraged by the sound of his voice. She reached out carefully, when she got close enough. Trembling fingers brushed his cheek, and a shudder ran through her.

"My Bucky..." She said quietly, eyes roaming over his face, a small smile tugging at her lips, "...you're here, in front of me. Alive."

He swallowed dryly, heart thundering away beneath his skin. "I'm different...you don't know..."

No sooner had the words left his mouth that her eyes found the cold metal where his flesh used to be. In reaching to hold it, she'd been taken by surprise.

Gently, Y/N took the hand in her own, examing the limb with a careful gaze. Moments passed, and she met his eyes again. Bucky steeled himself for rejection, for the disgust and horror.

Her hand went back to his cheek, and he involuntairly leaned into it. The warmth seeped into his blood. She stood on her tip toes, the smile on her lips blossoming into a bright beam of sunlight. "You've always been my Bucky, and always will be. Metal appendages and all."

He fell apart and dove down to capture her lips, clutching her to him with the hunger of a starving man. She pulled herself in, hands tangling in his brown locks, and both tasted salt on the others' lips.

So filled with joy his heart could burst, Bucky revelled in the feeling of holding his girl again. Laughing through the tears, he buried his face in her neck.

Thank you, Steve, for the greatest gift of all.

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haikyuuwaifu · 3 years

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Prologue

Genre: Drama, Angst, Humor, Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, name calling, toxic behavior, domestic abuse, mentions of drug use

MASTERLIST

PROLOGUE:

Ryunosuke:

Tanaka sighed, as he pressed the glass to his lips. This was his fifth? Sixth? Shaking his head, he sighed as he downed whatever number he was on. Flagging the bartender down, he made to call out for another, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning he was greeted by fluttering eyelashes and a pretty smile. Usually, he’d be down to bed a cutie like her, but the soft features and her freshly done nails reminded him too much of his ex. “I’m not interested.” He grunted, turning toward the bar to flag down the bartender. “I didn’t even say anything!” the woman huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Tanka merely snorted, rolling his eyes. “What’s to say? You’re only over here because I’m covered in tattoos. You’re just looking for a fuck, and I’m not interested in a bitch like you.” he hissed, turning fully toward the bar. “Now, go on back to your lame ass friends and leave me the hell alone.” Tanaka grunted, ignoring the profanities the woman began screeching at him. “Keep fuckin yappin. Just proves that all you bitches are the same.” he mumbled, pulling his wallet out to lay some bills on the bar top. “I’m gettin the fuck out of here.” he called to the bartender, throwing his jacket on and making his way out the door. Turning around he called to the woman, “I’ll fuck you in the alley way, but I’m not takin your ass home.”

-Funnily enough, she followed him out and let him fuck her in the alley.

Kyotani:

Kyotani stared owlishly at the small child standing in front of him. “Why the hell are you staring at her like that tani?” The woman screamed, shaking her fist at him. “First of all,” Kentaro started, covering the little girls ears, “Watch your fucking mouth. She’s a fucking child.” Akari giggled softly, patting Kyotani’s hand. “I can still hear you papa.” “Second of all, who the fuck said she was my kid?” he hissed, as he moved toward the kitchen. The screeching bitch following. “Turn on the television, while mommy and daddy talk pumpkin.” The mother cooed, blowing a kiss toward her daughter. “Of course she’s yours tani. She looks just like you.” “Mitchi, you fucking left me for broke and ghosted me four years ago. What the fuck do you think I’m supposed to do when you show up with a fucking kid four years later?” he swore, slamming his fist into the cabinet next to him. “I expected us to get back together and work things out like a family.” Mitchi snarled, swinging her bag at him. “And I fucking told you, if you fucking left me I’d never fucking see you again.” he grunted, as she continued hitting him. “Well, you can’t get rid of me now asshole. That’s your fucking kid out there and she needs her fucking father.” Mitchi argued, continuing her assault. Kyotani reached out, and grabbing her arms tightly. Eyeing her, he noticed the redness and the slight shaking in her hands. “You’re fucking using again aren’t you?!” he snarled, throwing her hands down. Mitchi scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “And if I am? It’s got nothing to do with you.” she mumbled, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Now, make space. I’ll be moving my things in tomorrow.” she informed, turning to go joining Akari on the couch. “Like fucking hell you are bitch.” Kyotani swore, pulling Mitchi by the arm toward the door. “You’re going to get the fuck out of my house and stay the hell away from us.” he hissed, shoving her outside. “Tani, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Mitchi screeched, slamming her hands against his chest. “How long have you been fucking using?” He screamed, attempting to defend himself without actually putting hands on her. “How long has this been going on?” Mitchi continued hitting him, ignoring his protests as she tried to get back in the house. “You’re not doing anything to my daughter!” she screamed, tears streaming down her face. “Forget that you even have a fucking daughter Mitchi. Even if she isn’t my kid, I’d never let her go back to a shitty mother like you.” he hissed, shoving her out the door way and onto the porch. “Come near us, and I’ll turn your ass into the cops.” he hissed, slamming the door shut.

-Kyotani did get a test done, and Akari is his child. After a long talk between the two of them, Kyotani agreed that it would be in everyones best interest to keep Mitchi away from Akari.

Iwaizumi:

Pushing the shop door open, Iwaizumi was surprised to see the shop empty. “Slow day?” he grunted, setting his bag on the counter. Kiyoko shook her head, a frown on her face. “Talk about slow month. Ever since the shop across the way, we’ve lost all our regulars.” She huffed, sliding the paperwork in front of Iwaizumi. “If we don’t sell, we’re going to get canned.” she mumbled, making her way over to her station. Iwaizumi looked over the paperwork, feeling the anger rise inside him. He felt more anger than anything else these days. Considering his girlfriend was the one that turned on the shop and gave all their ideas to the rivals across the way.

Lifting his head up, Iwaizumi was met with the sight of his ex-girlfriend wrapped up in the arms of his ex-best friend. Surrounding the “happy couple” was all the people Iwaizumi had thought were his friends. Betrayal had a bitter taste, and it seemed that it was all Iwa could taste these days. The sound of the bell above the door brought Kiyoko and Iwaizumi’s attention to the entrance. Kyotani and Tanaka tumbled through, faces etched in stony anger. They had been pissed since the shop across the way opened. Neither man was angry at Iwaizumi, just the situation they were put in. His ex was a really good actress. Following behind them, Saeko Tanaka clapped her hands a grin stretching across her face. “I think I can fix your problems!” she cooed, bringing everyone in for a group hug. “I promise you won’t regret this!”

-Iwa’s ex worked as an apprentice at the Miyagi bois shop. She was caught in his bed with Iwa’s best friend. Everyone took their side. Saeko told the bois about the open space in Tokyo, and all three had no reason to say no.

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peachdoxie · 3 years

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So I decided to go to Walmart today (my first mistake) because I've absolutely been craving white cheddar cheese rice cakes and both Meijer and Kroger are sold out after I bought them all last week, and of course walking an hour both ways in the relatively cool Ohio summer of 77°F and twice that in humidity is the most logical choice. I check to make sure it's not going to rain on the The Weather Channel app, then grab my unintentionally-diluted gatorade and Cubs hat with the pride flag on it and head out.

Now, when I planned to leave it was mostly cloudy and I thought that would be fine, but the sun decided to show its sexy face and I spent most of the 2.6 mile walk limping in the sunshine since my right foot decided it was going to yell at me for putting weight on it, but I persevered and made it to Wallyworld in more or less one piece, albeit exhausted and with a headache building. I get half way to the grocery section before remembering I need a cart (I also want to buy flour) and wander my way to the front, then back to the grocery aisles. I eventually find the location where ideally there should be dozens of bags of white cheddar cheese rice cakes for me to purchase, but, alas—they have all the flavors but white cheddar cheese, and so I have to settle for white cheddar cheese poppéd cörn triangles instead. With my disappointing spoils of war, I hobble to the self-checkout and legally purchase my corn triangles and flour.

At this point I'm really feeling like crap and am totally dreading heading back out in the heat, so I plunk myself and my mostly-empty cart down at the Walmart Sbubby (eet freesh) and play around on my phone, hoping that taking a break off my feet in the aircon will help me stop feeling like crap. After sitting for a bit, I get up, push my cart to the exit, stare outside with a mounting sense of dread, return the cart, and then walk back inside to the Sbubby, wondering how long I can loiter before they kick me out, when my body finally decides to inform me that holy shit you need some more calories girl. Hmm, I think. Maybe this is why I feel like crap.

The problem is that I don't really want Subway—I've mostly forgotten/ignored there's an entire Walmart behind me, as any sane person should—because it's Subway, and also because I was hoping to stop by the Italian restaurant on the way home and get some spaghetti, since eating a Subway sandwich will make me not hungry for the very excellent spaghetti that I don't get the chance to eat since I only go to this area of town when I can justify walking an hour for something, which apparently includes white cheddar cheese rice cakes but not spaghetti. I'm wondering how much the Subway Sandwich Artist™ will judge me if I just get a six inch with nothing but cheese on it when my eyes fall upon what I instantly know will be my savior: a soft pretzel covered in butter and salt.

"One salted pretzel," I say, somehow coherent, "and a regular fountain drink" because I'd also like some soda because why not. The Subway Sandwich Artist™ obligingly gives me my pretzel, which I legally purchase along with the soda. I sit down with my ambrosia and nectar and immediately regret my decision: Hellworld's attempt to cool its firey pits is super loud and I am quickly descending into the sensory overload layer of hell. Luckily, this Subway has a back area where it is 2% quieter into which I can retreat. I do, I wipe off half the salt because I'm not a masochist, and begin consuming the pretzel.

While this is happening, I'm updating my friends on discord as to my situation, and I recall the time my sister passed out while on a hike in Albania because she got overheated and threw off her salt balance, and I think, hmm, this is probably what's happening to me. And sure enough, after eating the pretzel and downing the soda has made me feel better! Yay! I mean, I still feel like crap, but crap that can at least attempt to make the walk home. It's like an hour after I arrived to Walmart at this point and 45 minutes of that has been me in this Subway. I throw out my trash, pack up my things, and head to the exit.

It is now pouring down rain.

Curse you, The Weather Channel! I shake my fist at the sky. Curse you for lying to me! I trusted you! My tears rival the rain.

I am now faced with walking home in the pouring down rain, thus missing out on my spaghetti, or remaining in the Walmart Subway for even more time, despite my health bar being rapidly drained by proximity to the megacorporation's holy temple. I check the The Weather Channel app to see what they say, knowing they are untrustworthy, and see that it's supposed to rain for the next few hours.

Fuck it. I'm going to go buy a rain poncho to protect my flour and just sacrifice my shoes to the puddle gods since the sidewalks here range from "flat" to "expert mountain climbers only" and I know my feet will be soaked within five seconds of leaving the building. First, though, I want to use the toilet, but the one at the front is being cleaned, so I head to the back. Granted, I had to go there anyway since I figured the sporting goods area is the most likely to have a rain poncho.

I cannot find the rain poncho. I've been in this Walmart for over an hour and a half at this point.

I go back to the front in the off chance the seasonal picnic aisles might have one, cringe at the bountiful supply of American Patriotic Equipment, and eventually give up and ask the greeter lady where I can find a rain poncho. Aisle L24, aka one of the camping aisles in the back of the store. I've already searched there but apparently cannot read, because I find them this time, begrudgingly grab the blue since they don't make pink in the adult size, and return, once more, to the front of the store, where I legally purchase the poncho.

In the ten minutes it took me to decide to find the rain poncho and buy it, it's stopped raining and the sun is shining because of course it is.

#anecdotes by peachdoxie #at least i got my spaghetti #now i only have two miles to walk back to my apartment #where i will promptly collapse on the couch

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good-rwbyaus · 3 years

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[ Prankster Summer Rose and Team STRQ’s beginnings as told by Qrow.] - mod lilac

A small excerpt from the Schnee Fried Chicken vs Red Robin AU on the Frosen Steel Server, though this piece can be considered independent.]

And thus Qrow regaled his two nieces with stories about Summer in school.

"Though getting married and taking care of you two made her chill out quite a bit, make no mistake that your mom was a horrible little hellion to the point where Beacon's Headmaster Ozpin once commented that he would rather resign than live through that period of his life again," Qrow laughed as he saw the expectant looks on Ruby and Yang.

"Part of that was because Summer took getting flung off a launch pad at Initiation personally."

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"What do you mean by landing stra-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

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"So Summer made it her personal mission in life to prank him to death," Qrow explained, "So for four years and thirty-two pranks in total, the Headmaster had suffered through having the legs of his chair cut so that he'd dramatically fall in place and give him a scare, his hot chocolate spiked with laxatives which was why he began carrying a thermos, the toilets in his room and nearby areas being loaded with either cherry bombs or colorless jello, a small device at the bottom of his cane that would only beep at random, delayed intervals which made him think he was developing a hearing problem, his bedroom door superglued shut, and various other inconveniences."

His two nieces stared in awe, never having heard this side of their mother.

"She was never really caught but by that time, everyone knew who was responsible, and that's because when Summer pranked everyone else, she didn't have any qualms about letting people know who did it. Hell, I'm pretty sure if the Headmaster had just asked, Summer would admit it to his face. But Oz was the type that never did anything unless he had concrete evidence, and Summer never left anything to find as a matter of professionalism."

"What was Mom like with...the rest of her team?" Yang asked after some hesitation. Qrow looked over at Yang, knowing it was a roundabout way of asking about her birth mother.

"So my team...was your mom and dad and me and my sister, Raven. We were team STRQ, and we were the best of the best," Qrow said confidently before he tilted his up nose snootily with a shifty gaze. "And I was the bestest of all."

"Keep bragging," Yang retorted with a smirk.

Ruby laughed.

Qrow threw his hands up in exasperation. "Okay fine you caught me. Your mom scared me to death." More giggling from his nieces.

"Seriously I think the bravest ones in my team are your dad and my sister for marrying her." The girls didn't bat an eye with the polyamory; after all, they were in a family of Hunters and Huntresses. It was pretty common.

"So your mom ever do that thing where she smiles but it's not cause she's happy but because she's really mad," he gave an exaggerated shiver.

A pair of nods.

"Yeah, your mom did that to me and my sister on the very first day we made teams," Qrow said, "We kinda ganged up on her in a fight to become the leader of the gro--"

"Hey, don't look at me like that," Qrow whined as his audience stared incredulously at him, "I was sixteen and dumb. Besides after I told you about your mom and the Headmaster, do you really think she suffered in silence?"

"...So what'd she do?" Yang asked expectantly with a smirk.

"Well, first of all, the Headmaster made your mom leader in the first place. It's why it was named team STRQ." Qrow explained, "my sister and I didn't agree and so we decided to have a fair free-for-all."

"Aaaand then we double-teamed your mom first." He ignored the again judging stares, "Naturally your mom complained, and I was stupid enough to tell her that everything's fair in war. My sister who shared my brand of stupidity agreed with her. And then your mom smiled and also agreed with me, thus we smugly thought we won. So... what did you think your mom did?"

"She pranked ya to death!" Ruby laughed.

"Yup. Got in one, kiddo!” he ruffled Ruby’s hair, “For two weeks, we had to watch everything we eat, wear, and touch cause we were scared it was rigged with something. And it still wasn't enough. And because I was again young and dumb, I complained, and Summer threw my words back at me, "Everything's fair in war." And then gave me the not-smile, which I began to learn was the scariest thing ever."

"What'd she do though?" Yang smirked and leaned in, clearly gleeful at his suffering.

"Well...." Qrow said with an amused smirk as he counted his fingers , "I was subjected to itching powder in my clothes - my shirt, my socks, and my underwear which was awful, hair dye in my shampoo that turned pink in the sun, a stink bomb detonating when I blindly hit my alarm clock - though I think your mom suffered as much as I did with that one." He laughed, "Her words exactly were, as she was choking in our room, 'Okay. I didn't think this through...' But the one that convinced me to surrender was waking up on my bed in the middle of the fountain. At that point, I at least was smart enough to surrender when I did-"

"But not enough to not go against her in the first place," Yang cajoled.

"Hey, we can't all be as smart as you brats are," Qrow laughed as he ruffled both their heads to varying complaints and smiles.

"But I can at least say I was smarter than my sister who still didn't surrender after that. And that's when I discovered why the Headmaster made her the leader. Cause she's an evil genius - which is probably why she has such smart daughters." He smiled before continuing, "One time my sister got tagged by glitter bombs, and she saw your mom laughing right in front of her. So she started screaming murder and chased after your mom. Now given that it took the two of us to fight your mom, it probably wasn't smart on my sister's part, but seeing your mom run probably gave her a bit of confidence."

"And that's because she wanted to lead her to hell. Your mom rigged a section of the Emerald Forest with traps. I don't know how she got that many smoke or paint bombs, but the Emerald Forest became the Rainbow Forest in the span of a single day. "

"The final straw was when Summer found these small Dust-powered Van de Graaff genera-"

"Van de whaa?" Ruby asked.

"You remember the science museum where there was this big orb with electricity inside it, and when you touched it, it made your hair go up? The one that made Yang looked like a blonde porcupine."

"Hey!"

"Well, Summer bought a bunch of portable Dust-powered ones, and she hid them everywhere. She even replaced our dorm's doorknob with one and painted it over to look like the doorknob. That combined with the week of utter paranoia and lack of sleep she's lived because Summer could finally focus her evil mind on one person, my sister finally raised the white flag," Qrow grinned.

"I'm surprised that you all managed to get along after all that," Yang said after laughing at the mental imagery, "What happened?"

"Well about that..." Qrow said with a somewhat embarrassed air, "My sis and I. You could say we were the bumpkiest of country bumpkins back then. The most we knew about fine cooking was throwing some meat and wild herbs in a pot and calling it a meal. Beacon's cafeteria was, to us at the time, amazing."

"And then?"

"Well, your mom didn't have time to actually cook during those first three weeks cause she was too busy making our lives miserable," Qrow explained, "So after we surrendered, she promised no pranks and offered to make dinner. Admittedly, we were planning to be petty and saying whatever she cooked was bad, but..."

"When your mother brought out the spread from the dorm kitchen - juicy seasoned chicken that practically fell off the bone, soft fluffy bread fresh from the over, braised glistening savory pork, sweet chocolate chip cookies right out of the oven, I think we were too enraptured with the meal to make any complaints. And then we dug in. My sister almost ate herself sick." he laughed before adding with a smug tilt of his head, "I of course was more sophistica-"

"Bull."

The expected retort didn't come from the girls in front of him but from behind him. He turned around to see a smiling Tai who had just gotten in with several takeout bags.

"Dad!" both girls excitedly scrambled to help out with the bags.

"Don't believe your uncle," Tai laughed, "He pigged out most of all. At least Raven could walk back under her own power. We literally had to roll Qrow out of the dorm kitchen that day cause he couldn't even move! And he swore to behave as long as he could eat like this every day."

"Ouch. Couldn't you leave me a little bit of my dignity, Tai?" Qrow faked grumpiness amidst the girls' peals of laughter.

"There's no way you could have dignity left after we had to roll you across one floor and up a flight of stairs," Tai smirked, "Besides I think Summer said it best." He raised the pitch of his voice slightly in imitation while facepalming, "If I'd known I could buy you off with a well-made meal, I wouldn't have spent all that money on pranks."

#summer rose #qrow branwen #taiyang xiao long #yang xiao long #raven branwen #ruby rose #team strq #mod lilac #rwby au #rwby fic #branwen twins defeated by summers cooking

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Yachi Hitoka Fluff Hcs!

✧ Sickly sweet Yachi fluff 😌 I love this adorable girl, lmk if there’s anyone else ya wanna see me write hcs for!

Warnings: None! Just fluff and gender neutral reader, but I’m pretty homo and it’s pretty self indulgent ngl

✧ Yachi really loves to have baking dates with you! She finds so much joy and peace in getting to turn on some music and create something you both enjoy.

✧ ^ She’s especially a fan of the muffins you two like to experiment different flavor combos with, but she isn’t the biggest fan of cleaning up the mess- especially when you two get a little too rambunctious and have a flour throwing fight in the kitchen,, again.

✧ Movie nights in a pillow fort with snacks surrounding you two? I think yes. Yachi loves to cuddle up with you on your shared days off under the warm covers and binge watch anime and your favorite films.

✧ Yachi adores coming home after a hard day of work to your massages. She never asks you to rub her shoulders, but the lovesick smile she sports and relaxed sigh that leaves her lips let you know how much she appreciates the sweet gesture.

✧ If you’re still in school, she is more than happy to help you study whenever you need it! She’s very encouraging and sweet, and having her calming presence near you makes it much easier to get done. Bringing you a tea and a snack after a few hours of work, reminding you to take breaks- she’s so thoughtful.

✧ She loves to make you smile, so she occasionally buys you pretty flowers, snacks she knows you enjoy, and other little things on the way home from work just to see your reaction and surprise you!

✧ Decorating for holidays or moving in with Yachi? Sounds like a dream. You may have to help her reach stuff occasionally though

✧ She’s a big cuddle bug and hugger, she just loves to show you affection. When you first started dating she was always nervous about initiating affection, but over time it just became second nature.

✧ ^ Nose boops, gentle hugs, sweet hand holding and soft forehead kisses are some of her favs.

✧ Once, back in high school, she made you a playlist that was a combination of songs she’d listen to while doing her manager work for the volleyball club or homework, drawing her posters, and sprinkled in a few songs that reminded her of you <3

✧ Made you a mini version of the Karasuno flag as a patch to put on your bag or keychain!

✧ ^ She has a matching one with a note you wrote on the back for her about having fun and being safe, she reads it when she’s anxious!

✧ Speaking of matching, you had matching friendship bracelets before you started dating that you both still wear!

✧ You both enjoy dates, some favorites are trips to aquariums, hidden beaches, and simple cafe dates!

✧ She adopts a cat! A sweet little calico you two name and care for together <3

✧ She keeps a photo of the two of you and a photo of her cat in her clear phone case! Definitely decorated with little flower stickers

Taglist: @sunalma @toworuu

Hope you enjoyed this, bit of a different post on here! But the Makki thing was different and did well, so here we are lmao. I also find it incredibly ironic that I have Dabi as my header but here I am writing all this cute shit for Yachi😭😌💚

#haikyu #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #hq yachi #hitoka yachi x reader #yachi x reader #yachi headcanons #yachi hitoka #yachi fluff #haikyuu yachi #haikyuu x y/n

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