#might get impatient and post part two pretty soon haha
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"Zoro gets lost because he uses his red string of fate like a compass- and that's why Sanji always finds him" was one of the first things I posted and now it's real! I got three chapters and here's the first part below the cut. Click here to read it on AO3 if you prefer. each part is around 1.5k words. edit: part 2 here, part 3 here
Zoro has always been a simple man; one of actions over words and of tangible things over what he considers trivial. It’s therefore not surprising that, in a world where certain people are bound by fate, each in their own unique way- some rumoured to share markings on their skin, some with changing eye colours, or even some who feel phantom pains from across the sea- in such a spectacular world, Zoro doesn’t really linger on the red piece of thread tied to his pinky finger.
The red thread hasn’t ever really been a question in his mind, it just was.
As far back as he could remember, it’s just been there, infinitely stretching Northwards, unmoving and unseen by others. Subconsciously, he taught himself to use it as a compass to navigate his home island, Shimotsuki. He never had to remember to take it with him, and it reliably was always stretching in the same direction, which was perfectly convenient with the function he’d ascribed it. His odd way of getting around easily became second nature, a habit so deeply ingrained that he barely gave a second thought to the bright cord on his hand.
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He’s about eight years old when things change.
The first day Zoro gets lost, he thinks he might’ve missed one of the steps he memorised, jaw tight with repressed irritation at being reprimanded for his lateness to practice.
The second time he gets lost he’s in the forest, thick trees towering over him in all directions, and when the sun starts to lower in the sky, frustration bubbles up in his chest, tight and sour, stinging his eyes, threatening to spill out as he struggles to find his way back to the dojo. They must’ve cut down some trees or something, he scoffs to himself.
The third time he gets lost, he’s pretty certain that someone must be playing a prank on him and moved the garden shed from its usual spot. There’s no other reasonable explanation -short of the shed growing legs- seeing as he’s such a natural at getting around.
From then on, Zoro learns to accept that he lives in a world where people mysteriously move landmarks, buildings and roads around all the time. He tries not to take it too personally, being the target of all these pranks, but he does resent the time he wastes when getting around, as its precious time he could’ve been using to be training. Training to finally beat Kuina.
It takes him weeks to realise that maybe the string on his hand isn’t pointing in the same direction anymore.
Once he does notice, he notes that it periodically moves around- sometimes a bit, sometimes a lot, always right when he starts getting used to it damnit and no his sense of direction is just fine thank you. After the first couple of students at the dojo get their asses handed to them for teasing him about it, adults and children alike learn not to poke fun at the glaring, directionally challenged green-haired boy, no matter how often nor absurdly he gets turn around.
The only person that Zoro reveals his little secret to is Kuina.
He’s eleven, still a head or two shorter than her, and they’re taking a little break from sparring, sharing some homemade onigiri her mom made her. They’re sat in a tree’s shade, a pleasant breeze cooling their overheated skin, and she asks him about his infamously atrocious spatial navigation. He denies it at first, ears heating up in embarrassment, but after a couple more bites he decides if anyone were to know, it would have to be her. His friend. His only best friend.
The young Zoro reveals that he’s not really sure why he gets lost in the first place- he's always relied on the thread- not landmarks or maps, as he’s now learned others do- to tell up from down, but one day it just moved. His north star moved, and has kept on moving these past three years, and he still doesn’t know why, just that it’s a real bother.
“Your... thread?”
“Yeah.” he eagerly stuffs his mouth with more onigiri.
Her eyebrow raises quizzically. “I don’t know what you mean by that.”
Zoro gestures to his pinky with a tilt of his chin and a wiggle of his finger. “You know. My red string. On my pinky.”
“Zoro, I really don’t. I don’t see anything...” She furrows her brow, thoughtful. “But mom did give me ‘the talk’ last week- maybe this has to do with your soulmate!” Sensing a certain disinterest from her junior, she goes on. “Based on the examples I’ve heard about; I’d say it’s likely that the piece of string on your finger leads to your other half.”
Zoro shrugs lazily. “Sounds like a drag, couldn’t this just be like, my inner compass or somethin’?”
Her eyes crinkle at that, a grin splitting her face from ear-to-ear. “What inner compass, moron? You always get lost. And aren’t you the least bit interested in the person on the other end?” She pokes him in the chest.
“Not really, no.” Zoro tries to brush off the taunt, lips pursed and palming his neck in a nervous tick.
“Ok, think about it this way,” Kuina calls for his attention, “Somewhere out there, on this wide, wide sea- or a faraway island, I guess, there’s someone meant for you. Your person. Your equal. Isn’t that the least bit exciting?”
The young boy’s scowl shifts into something softer, a pout. “I... guess?” He sighs. “I honestly don’t know- all I care about is becoming the best. Right now, Kuina, you’re my goal, you’re who I’m looking to. I don’t really care about this stranger, or fate, or anything like that. I’m gonna make my own destiny.”
Her shoulders shake as she laughs. “Why am I not surprised- Zoro, all you think about are swords and fighting. You’re hopeless. I kind of worry for whoever’s stuck with you-”
“Hey!” his nostrils flare with indignation. “They’re lucky to have me as a soulmate! I’m gonna be so strong- the strongest- and,” he slows down, realising she’d tricked him into caring, just a tiny bit, “a-and they’ll be the happiest soulmate ever ‘cause I’ll protect them.”
She hums in agreement, amused. “And you’ll cherish them, right?”
“Y-yeah...whatever.” he stands up abruptly, eager to change the topic and get back to training. “But my priority is to be the greatest swordsman- and don’t you forget it! I’ll beat you tomorrow for sure!”
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After Kuina’s death, thoughts of soulmates and red threads rarely ever cross his mind.
At her funeral, he briefly wonders what’ll become of her soulmate, if she even had one, but it just brings bile to his throat. They’d never even met her- why did they even matter. They were the ones mourning her, the ones robbed of their beloved friend, daughter, rival- they were the ones left behind with a Kuina shaped hole in their chests. The bitter burn distracts from the heavy emptiness he can’t shake off, the cold wetness of grief seeping into his skin. He wholeheartedly leans into the fury, grateful for a target, a temporarily outlet for the howling tempest of emotions caused by the loss of his best friend.
Zoro’s world zeroes in on becoming the best. Pushing himself to the limit. Sparring, training. Constant practice and meditation. After Kuina’s death, there’s no student at the dojo for him to look up to, no ever-progressing goalpost he can set as a target. If he stays, he’ll continue being a big fish in a little pond.
Zoro leaves.
He sails the East Blue, seeking stronger and stronger opponents, cashing in bounties to get by. The Demon of the East Blue, they start calling him. But he’s still the same boy who gets lost, the ghost of a red thread distracting his steps and getting him turned around as he travels from island to island. His odd navigating system is as familiar and mechanical as the way his muscles move when he uses his swords, so ingrained he rarely registers that he’s eyeing the thin, tightly corded rope in his peripheral vision.
Arms tied back with a much thicker, tangible rope, body sore, throat parched and delirious from the burning sun, Zoro doesn’t have much to do in Shell Town’s military yard. For the first time in years, he lets himself contemplate the implications of what Kuina had explained to him- the implications of having a person out there meant for him. He wonders if they’ll ever meet- it seems unlikely if he died here. Which he won’t, of course. Because he’s going to be the world’s greatest swordsman, and not even death will keep him away from achieving his dream. Then- only then, will he maybe think of looking for whoever was stuck with him, he decides. It’ll be his decision.
For now, he’ll just keep following whatever path he feels will lead him to greatness.
And what an odd path he stumbles into. Zoro joins a pirate crew. He makes friends. They get into heaps of trouble, fighting the marines, a crazy clown, a creepy butler... Zoro is happy to test his mettle, to feel challenged once again, the rush of battle pulsing through his veins like the sweetest nectar, the comforting weight of his blades grasped in his hands and mouth.
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It’s been a couple of days since they left Syrup village now, and from her spot on Merry’s bridge, Nami has been giving him weird looks.
“Did you hit your head?”
He huffs, miffed at being bothered during his nap. “No. Why’re you asking?”
“You haven’t been getting lost as much lately.” she smirks when she adds, “And I’ve seen you get lost on a smaller ship than this, once.”
His eyes roll. Fucking witch. “Dunno what you mean, my sense of direction is great.”
“And Luffy’s a great swimmer.”
They glare at each other for a moment. Sensing she won’t get any more info from the swordsman, Nami turns away first and sighing, returns her full attention to manning the ship’s helm.
Truth is, the thread had barely moved since they left Usopp’s home island, always pointing in the direction the Merry was sailing- not that Zoro had noticed. This rare situation enabled him to get the hang of the ship’s layout relatively well, and he’d been enjoying how easy it’d become to move around, even though he chalked it up to personal atunement to the Straw hats’ already beloved ship.
A few hours before they get to the Baratie, he thinks it’s a funny coincidence that the thread is pointing in the direction the Merry is going.
#zoro gets lost#zosan soulmate au#zosan#zoro x sanji#one piece zosan#one piece fanfiction#zosan fanfiction#zosan fic idea#red string of fate#part one of three#let me know what you think!#might get impatient and post part two pretty soon haha
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Homecoming - Chapter One
Chapter Two can be found here
(Gif’s not my own.)
Summary: The day has arrived, Captain Syverson is going home. For good, this time. He is going home to a civilian life he can hardly remember and a wife he barely knows, with memories of the war still fresh on his mind. Love might not be able to heal everything on its own, but it’s a good start.
Genres: Romance, drama.
Story warnings: Smut (always fully consensual), mentions of PTSD and nightmares and mental health, angst, hurt and comfort, fluff, mentions of war (minor), mentions of cheating (minor), mentions of pregnancy (very minor), police appearance (very minor), violence (very minor).
Notes:
It’s my first time writing for one of Henry’s characters and I’m unsure I did Sy’s character any justice.
This is a Capt. Syverson x OFC (Ada) story, written in 3rd person POV but OFC’s physical description is very limited so it could also be read as Capt. Syverson x Reader, I think.
English is not my first language, so there might be some mistakes. Proofread, but not beta’ed. We die like men and all that.
Timeline is a little wacky: The movie takes place in 2003 and the U.S. forces were withdrawn from Iraq in 2011, but I never set a precise date because I don’t think it’s essential for this story. However, some elements might not be realistic because if we set this story in 2003: Phone cameras quality was not as good as it’s now, but for the purpose of the chapters, I will need you to imagine you could film great videos with your flip phone haha. Plus, it says Sy is coming back after being deployed for more than three years which makes no sense unless we set this in 2006 or later. I am asking you disregard any time inconsistencies
Also: I am not American. I only lived in the US for six months and it was in the Midwest, not Texas so please bear with me if I write something stupid.
Finally: This is pretty much a Christmas fic and I intend to post the last chapter (there will be seven in total) on or before Christmas. However, religion is never mentioned in this story and the Christmas-sy elements of this story are limited to family gathering, gift giving and tree decorating.
Chapter One starts after the cut. Let me know if you wish to be tagged in the new chapters.
Chapter One
Chapter warnings: Badly written smut (consensual), marriage awkwardness, alcohol consumption. Maybe OOC Sy, I don’t know. We never saw him being casual.
Sy checked his phone again as he waited for his bag by the baggage carousel. The airport was even busier than usual, it was taking ages and he was impatient to get out of there... and maybe even never set foot in an airport again for the rest of his life.
He read her text again, short and sweet. He sometimes called her that, short and sweet, just to tease her. Ada was considerably shorter than him and full of sugar, when she wanted to be, that was.
'I'm waiting by the gate for you, with a warm cinnabon :) So excited to see you again <3.'
Just then a notification popped up from Harper. It was a photo of the soldier at the airport, finally reunited with his wife and his two rugrats. It made Sy all the more excited to see Ada again, and then as if on cue, his camo bag appeared in the carousel and he groaned with relief.
He stood restless amidst the line, it seemed people in front of him were dragging their feet, but when they noticed his green beret uniform, most parted and let him through. Sy tipped his head gratefully.
His wife was there, just outside the gate. Sy spotted her instantly in the crowd of people. She was wearing a red dress under her open coat and her hair looked fresh out of the hairdresser. He caught himself grinning at the sight of her. Then, once she spotted him making his way over to her, she started waving her hand excitedly as if there was any way his eyes hadn't already landed on her. He wished he still had his phone in hand to capture this moment for all of eternity, but his memory would have to do, he decided before casting his arms open for his wife. Fuck, did he love her!
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Ada had been biting her nails nervously for the past two hours. She had arrived at the airport way too early. The parking fee would hurt but she couldn't find it in herself to care at this point.
Three weeks ago, she had received a call informing her that her husband and part of his unit had been ambushed. There had been an explosion in some building they were scouting only God knows where.
Only a full week after that did she receive a call from Sy himself. He was coming home. For good, this time. They were sending him home early, a full eight months earlier than what he had originally negotiated with his superiors. She hadn't been prepared for the news. She had spent the days following the call asking herself whether she had heard him right, making sure her mind wasn't playing tricks on her.
Now he was here, stopping right in front of her, his thick arms inviting her right in for a hug. Ada wouldn't have been able to resist the invitation even if she had wanted to. Within a second, she was enveloped in his embrace, her cheek pressed against his chest. She was overjoyed to feel his heartbeat again. Sy kisses the crown of her head before putting her down, his hands never leaving her lower back, his fingers big enough to reach the swell of her bum from there.
They pulled away a few inches to take each other in. His beard has grown a little long, but it was not enough to hide his apparent dimples as he smiled. He looked a little older too, she hadn't seen in seven months, except through a shitty quality facetime call once or twice. Her careful gaze spotted the new scar by his temple, it was the only visible physical evidence of the explosion he had been caught in. She dreaded what she might under his uniform.
Sy caught her eyes and she found herself blushing under his stare. It was always like that the first few hours when he was back, until she got used to his overwhelming presence again and to the fact that this handsome bear of a man was indeed her husband.
"You're looking good, darlin'," Sy grinned, making her spin for him. "I missed you."
Ada couldn’t resist his smile. "I missed you too, Sy." She confessed, handing him the still warm cinnamon roll in its paper bag.
He accepted the pastry with a smile and started eating it immediately but not before throwing his arm around her shoulders as they began making their way to the parking lot. Sy was eager to get her out of the crowd and have her just to him himself.
"So, what's the plan, darlin'?" Sy inquired with mischief to his voice, balling up the paper bag with his free hand and throwing it inside the trash can. "Did you book that hotel with the jacuzzi in the bedroom again?"
It had become a tradition of some sort between them. They would always spend his first night back at that hotel: they'd order some room service and eat in the jacuzzi. Though, usually, they would first end up on together on the bed.
Ada stopped suddenly in her tracks, making him still behind her. She smiled sheepishly. "Don't be mad," she started, his smile falling at once, "but your family is waiting for us in the parking lot. Your mom insisted that we celebrate your homecoming at the restaurant. Something about you missing Thanksgiving just by a couple days."
Sy groaned, thinking about the evening that now expected him. He'd been flying for God knows how many hours, all he wanted was a warm bath and Ada whichever way she'd let him have her, not a damn dinner party.
"I'm sorry, Sy."
He shook his head and leaned down to kiss her forehead again. "Don't worry, darlin'. I know it ain’t your fault."
As soon as they reached the open-air parking lot, Sy's nephew and niece start running up to him, having escaped their parents' grasp. His family was waiting for him with cheers and a 'welcome home, soldier' banner. Sy hated that kind of attention and she found it cringy as well, but she had been unable to stop his mother. Ada watched him hug the kids and lift them up into the air, making them laugh as she walked up to the machine to pay the fee.
Her hand trembled as she inserted the ticket into the slot, missing the opening a few times. She was happy - no, scratch that - she was ecstatic to have her husband back. It's just that, could you really say 'back' when there was never truly a 'before', a 'there'?
They had met when he was already deployed, but on a short leave back in Austin. They spent three weeks together, got married and he returned to Iraq. Since then, the longest stretch of time they had been together had been twenty days. Neither of them had ever gotten settled into married life and now he was 'back'. For good. Which was wonderful and foreign and overwhelming all at once.
Ada paid the fee and returned to join them, finding Sy hugging his mother. She smiled at the sight. She walked over to greet her sister-in-law and her husband, confirming that they'd meet up at the restaurant. With that, she went to the car, deciding to give Sy some more time with his family, and herself an occasion to take a few breaths and calm her buzzing heart.
"You didn't tell me my mom had gotten herself a boyfriend." Sy grumbled immediately as he sat down next to her in the car, putting on his seatbelt.
Ada turned on the engine and backed out of the spot. "I knew you wouldn't like it," she defended before casting a side glance at him. "Besides, I figured it wasn't my place to tell you."
Sy hummed noncommittally, removing his cap to rake his hand through his cropped hair.
"Though, as much as I don't exactly like your mother," Ada added quietly, "she's been on her own ever since your dad passed a couple years ago. With your father gone and you away, she must have felt lonely.”
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Sy spent the rest of the drive mulling over her words in his head. The fuck was that supposed to mean? As soon as a woman feels lonely, she takes up a boyfriend?! Was Ada lonely too while he was away and… He wanted to ask if she was implying anything but then one look at her and he decided against it. Breathing out deeply, he forces himself to relax. He was just stressed out and on edge.
It was inevitable that things would have changed while he had been away. That was something he thought about frequently late at night when he got to be alone. Still, he hoped things hadn’t changed all too much. Ada still looked just as she had on their road trip to Vegas, focused on the road but leaning back on her seat, just one hand on the wheel with a grin on her lips. His wife loved driving.
"You got your nails done." Sy commented, already hoping the whole dinner thing would be over quickly so that he could go home with her.
Ada turned to him with a chuckle for a second, wriggling her graceful fingers and red painted nails, her wedding band reflecting the light. "I wanted to look pretty for you."
Sy huffed. "You always look pretty to me, Ada," he said and then watched her scoff.
"Or maybe, I just wanted to make sure I'd be able to scratch you up nicely," she wife winked.
Yeah, this dinner thing couldn't be over fast enough.
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Ada saw him eat so much over dinner, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to be sick later. And, of course, the double serving of smoked ribs had to be accompanied with generous amounts of beer and whisky. She didn0t blame him, though. Out of curiosity, she once researched what they ate while on deployment and it looked anything but tasty. If she had been in his shoes, she'd have been eating her own weight in pizza and brownies right now.
It also didn’t help that his brother-in-law and his mom's new boyfriend, Phil from the hardware store, kept asking him about Baqubah and even touching on the subject of the explosion. It was obvious how uncomfortable the subject made him, his grip tightening around his knife and his jaw tensing up so tightly, she could imagine his teeth grinding.
So, Sy kept asking for refills, raising his glass, and giving them vague answers, but it seemed they didn't get the hint. At least, the subject changed when his sister interrupted the conversation to announce she was expecting again. A little girl.
Ada used the moments of cheer that followed to excuse herself from the table and go to the restroom. She was still somewhat nervous and her face was damp. She would have given anything for a glass of scotch at that moment but she was driving tonight.
Helen, Sy's mom appeared right behind her just as she was washing her hands. She hoped the woman would just disappear inside a stall but she wasn’t that lucky.
"Jack is back." Helen stated, arms crossed. A shiver ran through Ada's spine, damn she hated that woman. "For good."
Ada dried her hands with a paper towel, looking back at her mother-in-law through the mirror. "He is."
"Now's the time to prove yourself to this family and show us that Sy was right in marrying you.”
Before Ada could ask what the hell that was supposed to mean, Helen finally disappeared inside a stall. Rolling her eyes, Ada went to leave the restrooms when Helen decides to add some more venom. "Maybe a good start would be calling him by his first name, as a wife would."
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"When do you start at Camp Mabry?" Ada asked, looking away from the steering wheel to glance at him for a second. Sy looked exhausted, not that she could she blame him after three different flights and a seemingly endless dinner. They had finally called it a night once the kids had started getting fussy.
"January 15th." He replied. "But they want me to stop by before then to have a look around the base and sign the contract."
"You're going to boss the hell out of the new recruits," Ada laughed, getting him to lighten up and even chuckle.
"You'd be surprised to know I'm actually a fair and considerate captain," Sy defended himself.
Next to him, Ada huffed as she tried stiffing the bubble of laughter, trying not miss the right exit off the main road.
"I just value discipline and compliance a lot," he added, his tone growing teasing.
This time, she was unable to stop her laugh. "Believe me, I know you do."
The drive was a short one to their house in the suburbs and she was soon parking her in their driveaway.
Ada fumbled with the key as she tried opening the front door, nervousness setting back in as she felt Sy standing behind her, holding his duffel bag. He followed in quickly after her, once she had finally managed to open the door.
"Welcome home, captain!" Ada cheered in her silliest tone as he discarded his bag on the floor.
Then, before she could even react, Sy was on her. His arms lifted her up, his body caging hers against the wall before capturing her lips in the most ferocious kiss she could imagine.
Out of instinct, her legs locked around his waist and her hands dug into his shoulders, unwilling to let go of him now that he was finally there. Sy grinned against her lips, amused by her fervour, not that he felt any different.
He broke off the kiss as he pulled them away from the wall, freeing a hand to shrug her coat off her shoulders. "You ain't gonna need that, darlin'," he promised, throwing the coat in the direction of the kitchen, not caring where it landed.
Then his mouth latched on to her throat, forcing a delicious moan out of his wife as he carefully manoeuvred them upstairs, still steady on his feet despite the alcohol. Sy was almost surprised when he pushed open the door to their bedroom with his foot and it didn't squeak, but that thought was fleeting as Ada started rolling her hips against his. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. Not the war, not the explosion or his guilt, only the woman in his arms.
Unceremoniously, he let her fall on the bed, the urgency now flowing through his blood keeping him from doing things the gentleman way. Ada didn't mind, giggling as she unzipped her dress and slid the red thing over her head, along with her bra. Apparently, she had decided to forego panties. Sy stood there, almost mesmerised as he watched her, suddenly not certain if he dared tainting her with his touch but Ada quickly made that decision for him as she got up on her knees.
"A little less staring and a little more undressing, captain," she purred with a smirk, her fingers determined as they made quick work of the buttons on his shirt.
"That's it, darlin'. You're in for it now," Sy roared, pulling her in for another furious kiss before pushing her back against the mattress, making her land on her back as he got undressed in record time. Fuck, was he hard.
"Open up for your captain." Sy ordered and Ada complied instantly, her legs falling open for him as she peered up at him, holding herself up on her elbows and worrying her lower lip between her teeth. "That's a good girl," he praised.
Without losing another second, Sy settled in between her legs, wrapping his strong arms around her thighs and parting them to their limits. He wanted to worship her body the way she deserved, show her exactly just how appreciative he was of her, how much he craved her, but it had been months and Sy was a starving man who had just been presented with the perfect meal.
"Fuck Sy!" Ada screamed out, her back arching off the bed the instant he licked her just where she craved him most. He chuckled against her, marvelling at how wet she already was for him.
She tried closing her legs around his head, rejoicing at the feeling of his beard rubbing against her sensitive skin and never wanting him to leave again, but his arms were too strong for her clenching thighs. She was left defenceless against his assault, with no choice but to obscenely moan her pleasure and let herself cum against his tongue as his thumb expertly massaged her clit.
The coil inside her snapped and her body tensed up before letting go just as suddenly, her now damp back falling back on the mattress. "Fuck, Sy." Ada breathed out, her chest heaving as she tried to reopen her eyes only to find her husband playfully gazing up at her, smirking with her arousal glistening on his beard. The sight alone almost made her cum again. "I'll never let you leave again!"
He smiled in response, placing a kiss on her lower stomach before crawling up her body. "I've no intention to, baby," he promised.
Ada caught a glimpse of his hard, flushed erection as his body slid over hers, realizing in her post-orgasmic haze that she was in for an even bigger treat now. She could taste herself in his mouth as they kissed, his hand slithering behind her back to seize her shoulder and hold her closer. Teasingly, he started rolling his hips, his hard clock rubbing against her slick cunt, coating himself with arousal before finally, he found his way inside her, burying his head next to hers in the pillow.
Ada whimpered as he did so, her eyes tearing up as his clock slid inside her. She had evidently grown unaccustomed to his girth and length in his absence. Sy paused immediately, his muscles tense as he looked at her with concern. “You okay?” She nodded in silence, wanting him to start moving but Sy looked unconvinced, using all his strength to keep still despite his desire to fuck her right into the mattress. Without a warning, Ada tightly wrapped her legs around his hips, making him go deeper. Sy let out a reverberating groan. “God, darlin’. I missed you.”
He started thrusting into her with such vigour, such determination it felt as if he was trying to bury himself so deep inside her, no one would ever be able to pry him away from her again. It did hurt, her cervix was getting battered with each of his hard movements but she found herself enjoying the pain because it was him; it was Sy and he was right there with her, back in her arms, and she could feel his heart beat beneath her fingertips as her hand gripped at his chest.
"Fuck, I'm... I’m," Ada gasped incoherently, her nails now scratching the skin of his back. Sy was sure there would be marks there in the morning which made him enjoy the sensation even more.
"I got you," he rasped. If possible, he pulled her even tighter to him, his pubic bone now rubbing against hers in that delicious way only he was able to do. Her slick walls were now contracting around him, her second orgasm impending. "Fuck," he groaned, his breath coming out in a stutter. "Are you...Can I...?"
Sy didn't have to word it, she knew what he meant. "Cum in me, Sy. Please," she almost begged.
Her words did it. His hips stuttered as he pushed in deep just when his orgasm washed over him, exploding inside her. His face contorted with pleasure and that sight alone had her fast tracking her fall over the figurative edge. He had his face buried on the crook of her neck, muffling his groans and moans against her skin as the dam gave way within her.
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Sy grunted against his pillow, slowly waking up the following morning. He was convinced he was just rousing after a very nice dream and he was ready to toss his alarm clock across the room, furious at the object for interrupting his dream, that for once, had been a good one. With a startle, Sy realized that no blasting alarm had woken him up but the sunlight on his face. Opening his eyes, he felt almost as if on foreign ground. He was home.
As quietly as he could manage, Sy turned around in bed, seeking his wife only to find her side empty. Just at that moment, he heard cursing coming up from the kitchen and scoffed. He’d bet his life Ada was cracking eggs, something she hated.
Feeling rested and in a much more relaxed mood than the previous day, Sy got out of bed and started searching for a pair of boxer briefs so he could go join her downstairs when he caught a sniff of himself. Fuck, did he stink. How Ada hadn’t thrown him out of bed, he didn’t know.
Out of habit, Sy hurried to the en-suite bathroom, wanting to shower as fast as possible before realizing that this time around, it was different. He wasn’t going back, he didn’t have to rush, their time together wasn’t counted. With that in mind, Sy forced himself to take his time, enjoying the act of brushing his teeth in a bathroom that smelled nice and showering with warm water. Ada had purchased his usual brands of shower gel and toothpaste, he noticed, even putting a red bow around his brand-new toothbrush by the sink. Even though he initially wanted to take his time to enjoy it, Sy still ended up rushing as he dried himself with a blue fluffy towel he didn’t recognize from his previous stay. He didn’t bother putting on anything more than his boxer briefs before heading downstairs. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t keep them on for long either.
Sy walked into one of the best sights he had even seen, when he entered the kitchen. Ada was standing in front of the stove, rhythmically tapping the black spatula against her naked thigh as she focused on the eggs and bacon she was preparing. The thin negligee - or whatever she called it, he always forgot - barely covered her ass and that outfit alone was one of the reasons he never minded that she always cracked up the heat so high, he felt like he was back under the hot desert sun.
Silent and stealthy like a predator despite his stature, Sy sneaked up on her from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling her startle before relaxing once she noticed it was him. She smelled heavenly, Sy thought, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Watcha got cooking, darlin'?"
"Obviously breakfast," she sassed, making him softly pinch her ass in response. Ada squealed and jumped up. "Good morning to you too, Sy," she said but not before slapping the handle of the spatula against his thigh. He decided to let it slide... for now.
"Morning darlin'," he answered, kissing the crown of her head before darting his fingers into the pan and picking up a piece of bacon. It was sizzling hot, but the taste was worth it. He had missed being home! Speaking of being home... "What do you say we take the food and coffee upstairs and have ourselves breakfast in bed?" His tone failed to hide his true intentions.
Ada scoffed, the back of her head rubbing on his hairy chest and she shook her head. "Nice try but I actually intend to feed you. Your mother will have my head if I let you go hungry."
It was Sy's turn to laugh, his hands now roaming her body as she leaned forward to turn off the stove, pressing her ass against his crotch and eliciting a husky groan from him. "I'm hungry enough to eat both breakfast and you, don't worry."
Ada turned around, a huge grin on her angelic face. "Alright, you win. What do you say, we have breakfast, we do the kinky and then go grocery shopping?"
Sy tried hiding his smile but it was a lost cause. He loved it when she talked like that. He loved her, point. "Yes, ma'am."
#henry cavill smut#syverson smut#henry cavill x ofc#syverson x ofc#henry cavill x reader#syverson x reader
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Mastermind! MC
In this, MC is the one who come up with the idea of the game and influence many people including people from other worlds to help create the game. Mastermind!MC’s goal is gather data from many transients from different to create an exception that can’t destroy all 24 (including their own) to create a giant world for him to ruled. Reason is unknown.
Sorry if it seem out of character, but I’m writing this a bit late since I’m been pretty busy lately and wanted to post something.
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Oniwaka
It finally was time, it was time for the end of the world. Many of your friends have died because of the expection that suddenly appeared. It was strong and was most likely to destroy the place maybe less in a day. Oniwaka was the only friend you have left and was trying to protect you...but you stop.
“It time...it finally here...I finally got rid of all representatives...and anyone that are able to stop me. But now they gone and no one is left to stop me...Haha...HAHAHAHAHAH!
Oniwaka was confused a bit scared even. This isn’t like you at all, the master he swear to protect. What happen?
You told him everything, how you was the true creator of this awful game, the reason why app battle existed, and the reason why their was a wall built in Tokyo.
Oniwaka didn’t know what to say and can you blame him. You telling him all of this while Tokyo was being destroyed. You told him he didn’t have to worried because the world is going to be created and they can live together forever in that one. Where they can be happy forever...
Oniwaka didn’t understand, he was asking why over and over. Asking what wrong with what we have now. You was surprised because you thought he might be happy about living a peaceful world.
You look him in the eyes and asked. “Am I’m doing something wrong? I’m creating a world for many species to lived together. Where many people who was harm can finally find peace with each other. Is that really hard to understand? That I’m doing this for others?”
He knew you as a kind master, who is selfless no matter what. But when he heard the sentences that come from you mouth while looking it to your eyes. He knew that not the whole truth. So Oniwaka asked why again.
You was honestly was getting impatient and wanted to speed this up. So you got close toward him and kiss him. Oniwaka wanted to pull away, but before he can...
You stab him though the chest...
“Sorry Oniwaka...I love you, I really do. That why I have to this. So you won’t remember what happen here in Tokyo. When you wake up, you going to live a happy life and hopefully we can finally stay together...”
You pull away and gently lay him down. The expection is almost done, so it time to take control. To welcome a new life for everyone...a paradise for everyone where no one will remember Tokyo or what happen here.
You only hope you’ll see Oniwaka soon...
Zabaniyya
Everything was in ruin, all your friends was gone and Zabaniyya was left that was trying his best to protect you. He notice and ask why you ain’t trying to fight back or why you not even trying to run. So you told him...everything.
Zabaniyya was shocked of course, he never thought the master he swear his loyalty to would do something so...sinful.
You couldn’t bear looking at him and don’t know how he would react. Is he mad? Maybe, but you wanted this. This would help reach your goal you waited so long for. Was you happy what you have to do to achieve it? No, you was anything, but happy.
Suddenly Zabaniyya suddenly hug you. You didn’t know why, didn’t wasn’t what you expecting. He went and said talk about how hard it been for you to do all this, just for the happiness of others. He said that he swear his loyalty to you and that he will do anything for you because he was nothing but a tool.
This upset you...so much that you stab him without thinking.
“Why you keep saying that? You’re a tool? Don’t give me that crap! You’re much more than that, you have emotions too! If you’re mad say it, if you’re sad show it. Stop saying you’re a tool for others to use! But...you don’t have to worried about that...in the new world I’m creating...you won’t have to think like that anymore. You going to wake up and living a life where you can show emotions to others and maybe...I’ll get to see it.
You slowly watch as Zabaniyya died in your arms while tears was coming out of your eyes. You’ll be able to meet him soon...right?
Ophion
Everything was gone in a flash, no one is left alive expect you and Ophion. Ophion was able to keep you safe and now you two was hiding underground.
Ophion notice how upset you were and went to comfort you while of course calling you his darling spouse. While he was close to you he heard you mumbling saying “This is the hardest part”.
He question what you was doing about and after giving him a second of silence you let it all out. You told him everything, including the expection that destroying Tokyo and how you creating a new world.
Ophion was...overjoyed? He get to ceeate a world again with his beloved spouse by his side and with his Sacred Artifact that bring forth anything created in Olympus. This is what he wanted...to create a world again. He was hugging you and kissing you all over...it honestly broke your heart for what you have to do...
You stab him while kissing...
“Ophion...I love you, I really do. But sadly can’t let you be by myself, not right now. You only see him as your past wife that you lost long ago and honestly, it hard to tell you love me for who I am or the soul that stuck in me. But once you wake up you won’t remember anything about this world and you’ll soon woke up into a new world. Maybe you’ll be a ruler there too, but...if we do meet again....”
And so he died right there. Now you’re alone in a world soon to be destroyed.”
“I hope you love me for me.”
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2020 Creator’s Self-Love Extravaganza!!
Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 8 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
Thank you @roninreverie for the tag!
Let’s see... 2020... what am I most proud of from this year???
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1. A Bond That Lasts Centuries
My Douxilly au fanfic inspired by @alovesongshewrote ‘s Almost A Thousand Years, it’s pretty much my first continuous fanfic that I am still working on for the next part (sorry, if I kept any of you waiting for it xD).
I was super inspired by AATY but was incredibly nervous about turning the au ramblings I came up with while reading the fic that I shared with friends into a fanfic, mostly from the fact that I might be accused of copying. But Lovesong and everyone in the Discord server as well as just my friends have been super sweet and supportive and I couldn’t be happier!
Links:
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/636032522517626880/a-bond-that-lasts-centuries-prologue
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/636033273346359296/a-bond-that-lasts-centuries-chapter-1
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/636036602881359873/a-bond-that-lasts-centuries-chapter-2
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/636037062453231616/a-bond-that-lasts-centuries-chapter-3
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/636465861108056064/a-bond-that-lasts-centuries-chapter-4
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2. Douxilly Ship Art
Self explanatory, Douxilly has been my comfort ship from the start and has been my way of getting cute ship art and practicing drawing Douxie.
I am extremely proud of the progress and improvement I made in said art and absolutely adore my wizard dorks, I’m also happy that so many of you seem to like them as well and enjoyed the warm reception!
Links:
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/638253722848378880/i-was-cutting-it-close-but-here-is-my-christmas
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/635634426419822592/just-two-wizard-dorks-being-in-love-and-happy
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/635211321534758912/his-girlfriend-cat-dragon-familiar-and-demigod
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/634646165441445888/is-it-way-past-halloween-and-just-weird-timing
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/634729723188133889/soooo-i-was-writing-a-one-shot-but-then-i-lost
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/634913728891174912/soooo-justhave-my-first-ever-time-drawing-douxie
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3. Shadowmancy (Pre Wizards Douxilly Oneshot)
Ah, my second ever oneshot posted for not only Tumblr but for the ToA fandom in general.
I am super proud of this oneshot because it was my first time delving into trying to write more magic stuff, trying to describe magical and tense scenes, writing Merlin.
But it also gave me a chance to try delving more into writing a frustrated moppet Douxie, who is just determined and impatient, writing a more timid Illy who is....honestly naive when it comes to her affection and loyalty to Douxie. It also let me explore a line from Wizards that always peeked my interest when it came to Douxie’s past, “I never had the gift for Shadowmancy”,
Overall, I’m just really proud of this one.
Links:
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/634812267056283648/shadowmancy-camelot-era
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4. Selena Lucia Rica
Granted, I only made one post about her but I am really proud about how she came out design wise and am working on developing her backstory right at this moment as well as making Zolena art!
I think what I loved most was how many of my friends from the Douxie server were so excited in helping me design our werewolf bab, it was honestly a group effort and it makes her all the more special! Expect more of this bab soon!
Links:
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/638556968441790464/i-almost-forgot-to-post-her-and-that-is-a-crime
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5. Birthday Surprise (Pre Wizards Douxilly Oneshot)
The first oneshot I ever posted here and for the ToA fandom!
In all honesty, I just enjoyed how fluffy it is xD.
This was my first time attempting to write moppet Douxie and also trying to write his and past Illy’s friendship as well as her one sided affection for him. It was also my first time writing Archie, if I am not mistaken and I really wanted to give him and Illy a sibling like relationship.
I’m just proud of how fluffy this came out!
Links:
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/634741321060564992/birthday-surprise-camelot-era
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6. Douxie Discord Server Art
OOOoooOOHHH BOY!!!
Joining the Douxie server on Discord has definitely helped me expand in my art, and by that, I mean, I started drawing cool concepts, cute concepts and just cursed......
Just cursed art.
That being said, it was absolutely fun and has been quite the adventure, you guys are a riot and I love you all xD
Links:
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/635914679486709760/just-something-dumb-and-fun-after-the-stuff-we
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/636493996173197312/i-im-honestly-not-sure-how-to-feel-about-this
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/638004381489496064/did-this-purely-spawn-from-the-fact-that
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/638345362691719168/discord-shenanigans-that-resulted-in-imagining
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/638578308266721280/this-is-what-happens-when-i-get-nostalgic-and
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7. Happy Birthday Douxie! (Art and Oneshot)
Haha, I enjoyed making these,
Now, I won’t say they are my best work but I did immensely enjoy doing special things for my comfort wizard’s birthday! It was also just fun to work on birthday themed stuff so closely to my own birthday.
For the art, I would say it was great to get more practice drawing Nari and Archie, I really loved how they turned out and I can’t wait to draw them more. Oh! also the lighting, I’m still practicing but I was proud of how it turned out!
The oneshot, again, not my best but I loved getting to delve into Illy’s dynamic with Archie and Nari and giving them some special family bonding, trying to make Douxie a birthday cake. Plus, the chaos of it all was super fun!
Links:
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/635211321534758912/his-girlfriend-cat-dragon-familiar-and-demigod
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/635397253786402816/happy-birthday-douxie
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8. Illyria Calypso
And last but certainly not least, Illy!
The very oc that began my journey on Tumblr and into joining this wonderful fandom!
I’d like to give a special thanks to my friend, @legendling for convincing me to create the lovable dork in the first place! Everyone, you can thank Leg!
She is just a special oc to me, like many of my ocs, I enjoyed creating her and inserting her into the world of Tales of Arcadia and exploring her place in this world and in the lives of not only my comfort character, Douxie but also the other characters I adored so much from this series.
And the fact that so many of you loved her and instantly welcomed her existence makes me extremely happy, you guys are amazing and made me and Illy feel so welcomed in this space and I love you all!
Links:
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/634626258919178240/soooooo-this-is-my-bab-xd-illyria-calypso-former
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/634638299911356416/illyria-calypso-backstory-camelot
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/634641323053465600/i-did-say-i-have-a-few-things-i-came-up-with-that
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/634644004924964864/more-character-relationship-stuff-cause-yes-so
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/634649103598534656/illy-in-wizards-episode-1-spellbound
https://prismarts.tumblr.com/post/634654231157227520/illy-in-wizards-episode-2-history-in-the-making
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Seriously, all of you guys, my friends and followers are what made this year amazing! I love you guys!
Tags: @yagirlcheesely , @prezzole , @tales-of-hisirdoux , @alovesongshewrote , @legendling , @blixeon , @soni-dragon , @generalfandomsofthefreak , @bernie-the-nugget , @furblrwurblr , @krelitobxby , @wizardalienhunter , @moppetwithamanbun , @valentimmy , @roninreverie , @pinkflash4627 , @angeliatheturkishdelight
#toa wizards#toa douxie#douxie#hisirdoux#douxie casperan#hisirdoux casperan#douxilly#douxie x oc#toa archie#toa merlin#toa nari#toa zoe#zolena#proudest work in 2020#2020 creator's self love
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A WISH FOR FORGIVENESS- U.R. (1/?)
PARING: Ubbe x Mermaid!reader
Warnings: none
A/N: This imagine is going to be a mutlichapter. So this is just some intro/a prologue... Nothing toooo much to be honest. I think I rewrote this about 4 times and I am still not that happy about it. I will post part 2 soon after this because then the plot actually starts lol... but otherwise it would be too long.
The series itself probably is going to be something small and hopefully nothing too angsty... don’t know.... I kind of want to make something light haha
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As the moon shined brightly high up in the sky and the whole town rested quietly under the stars, one figure walked through the city as quietly as he could. The light of the moon guided him to the small river that run through Kattegat, although he did not need it. After all this time, he could find it blindly. Following the water, he came to a large lake in the middle of the forest. As he took in the familiar sight, he removed his boots. He left them carelessly by a tree and walked around the lake, where the water was deeper. As he found a clean spot, he dropped a small brown bag on the ground, sat down and slowly lowered his feet into the water. With that, he stared impatiently at the water, waiting for a sign.
It had been days since he had last sneaked out of his room. His brother Hvitserk had been keeping a close eye on him ever since Ubbe crossed him when he returned home from the lake. Hvitserk had apparently had a little adventure of his own with one of the thralls. He didn’t find it odd to see his bigger brother walking through the streets of Kattegat in the middle of the night. It had happened before. Ever since Aslaug had expressed her disgust about their way of treating women, the two men decided it was better to meet their lovers at night for a while. But Hvitserk did find it strange that the bottom of Ubbe’s pants was wet. As if he walked through water. After that moment, Hvitserk clearly wanted to find out what his older brother was up to. And he stayed awake a couple of nights, hoping to follow his brother and find out the truth. But Ubbe wasn’t stupid and simply stayed home. At least, until Hvitserk gave up. Luckily for him, it only took Hvitserk 4 days to lose his interest in the whole case.
Ubbe only hoped you could find it in your heart to forgive him.
His worries washed away once he saw your head come up from underneath the water. The look of relief once your eyes met his quickly vanished into a scowl, making Ubbe swallow.
“Look who finally decided to show up again?”
Ubbe smiled guilty at you. “I guess a simple sorry won’t do it?”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “No… But it would be a good start.”
Ubbe grinned before reaching out behind him, to the bag that lay beside him. He rummaged through it for a moment, before taking out a piece of bread. But not just any kind of bread. Your favourite. It was a rather small one, but it was filled with all kinds of goods. You couldn’t describe the flavour even if you tried, but it never failed to cheer you up.
“Now that’s better” You laughed as you pulled yourself out of the water. Supporting yourself on your elbows, you searched for a position that was comfortable to stay in for a while. Once it was, you stretched out your arm towards him to accept his apology gift.
Tearing a piece of the bread, Ubbe held out his hand for you to take it.
“How’s your tail?” he asked softly, pointing towards it.
You turned your head a bit, looking at the purplish mark at the end of your blue and green tail.
“It has healed pretty neatly, I think.” You answered, “All thanks to you.”
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Ubbe was walking through the woods, his mind clouded by rage. Normally, he was always able to hold his cool. But now it had simply become too much. Ivar and Sigurd were behaving as two ignorant, little children. Ubbe loved the two of them dearly, but he was done being the one to always have to tear them apart. He wished he didn’t need to do it anymore. But still, he knew he had to do it. He feared that one day, he would let them go too far in their bickering. That one day, one may hurt the other in a way that would be irreversible. He hated the fact that Björn didn’t even bat an eye at the two. He wasn’t interested in them. Never batting an eye when the two were throwing insults at each other. He never behaved like an older, wiser brother. No. It was Ubbe who needed to do that.
He was the eldest. He had to control them.
Ubbe shook his head angrily, trying to get Björn’s golden advice out of his head. His hand clenched around the axe that hung around his belt. He closed his eyes tightly, stopping in the middle of the forest. Breathing in deeply, he tried to control the anger that slowly took over. It was a lost battle. And before he realised, he threw his axe away while letting out a scream of anger. He breathed deeply in and out as he heard his scream ego through the forest. Before a different sound caught his attention.
It was a ‘splattering sound’. As if somebody had taken a wooden board and slapped it onto the water repeatedly. Ubbe’s head turned towards the direction he thought the sound came from. It seemed to become louder. It clearly sounded as water. But the only source of it was the river. And the current wasn’t strong enough to produce such a sound.
Until it suddenly stopped, and the sound of something cracking followed after it. A loud crash was the last deafening sound that echoed through the woods before a frustrated moan followed after it. And then the silence that one could normally find in the forest returned. Ubbe frowned, concentrating hard. He tried to listen while he wondered what could have made that sound.
His head perked up as he heard a small whine. Followed by another one. It sounded like someone was in distress. Ubbe walked forward, a bit wary, while his eyes scanned the floor. He hoped he could find his axe before he found the source of that sound. He cursed his past self for carelessly throwing away his only defence.
As he passed a rather old looking tree, Ubbe’s eyes fell on a large lake in front of him. Ubbe stopped in astonishment. Never before had he come across it. It made him wonder what kind of secrets Kattegat kept hidden from them.
A painful whine made Ubbe snap out of his daze. His eyes scanned the area before he finally found the source. At the edge of the water, he saw a you leaning against a big rock. He couldn’t see you properly. This all thanks to the fallen tree branch that covered almost your entire body. One that you were trying to push away with all your might.
Ubbe stepped forwards, clearing his throat to announce his presence. The sound made you look up alarmed. Your hands went down, clawing at the sand beneath you in hope to crawl your way out of the mess you got yourself into. As Ubbe saw your distressed state, he lifted his hands in a gesture to show you that he meant no harm.
“Are you stuck?” He asked softly.
You stopped your movements for a moment, contemplating of answering him. But you quickly reminded yourself that it was safer for you to just get away as soon as possible. Oh, if only you didn’t go exploring… then you wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place!
“You are stuck…” Ubbe muttered to himself. “Don’t panic. I am not going to hurt you.”
Your movements only got more aggressive as you now trashed underneath the tree, desperately trying to get away from him. As you clawed at the sand and tried to get away from him, Ubbe saw you suddenly tense up before letting out a painful scream.
“Stop trashing! You’re hurting yourself!”
You looked at him through your lashes, still not answering him.
“You don’t understand a word I say…” Ubbe said to himself. Shaking his head, he stepped closer towards you, examining the tree branch. To be honest… It looked more as if the whole tree came down and caught you underneath it. As if someone didn’t want you to leave this place.
“I am now going to try and lift it…” He trailed off, wondering why he was even bothering to try and explain it all. Until he got an idea. “I am going to move the tree” he said slowly, pointing at himself and the tree. “You must crawl away.”
He probably looked like some crazy fool right now, pointing and mimicking his words to hopefully explain his idea to you.
Ubbe bent down and took the branch in both of his hands. With his head he nodded to the area behind him.
“Get from underneath this as soon as you can.”
He breathed in deeply before lifting it as high as he could. But once the tree was lifted, you thankfully didn’t waste any second, crawling away from underneath the branch. Ubbe almost groaned in frustration as he saw you crawl towards the water and not in the way he mentioned you to go to. But then he was what the tree hid from him and why you were crawling in the first place. There where your legs should have been, a blue and green tail was. Ubbe looked in wonder as he saw how the blue and green scales of your tail softly blended into your skin. Once you were safe, you let yourself fall down on the sand exhausted from your struggle under the tree. You breathed out deeply and pushed yourself up again, wanting to crawl your way to the water. Ubbe winced as he saw your arms tremble under your weight. Without thinking about it, he kneeled down beside you. Carefully he placed his hands on your side, rolling you on your back. He looked worriedly at your tail, where a large cut was due to your trashing under the tree.
As you lay there and saw the worry in his eyes, you thought he may be you only chance to survive. You pointed at the water, trying to tell him that the water would make you feel better. Ubbe nodded and he carefully picked you up, walking towards the water. As he carried you, you starred up at him, silently wondering why he was being so kind to you. Not caring about his shoes or his clothes, Ubbe walked into the lake. Once he thought he was deep enough for you, he slowly lowered you into the water. You let out a relieved sign as your tale touched the water. Once you were completely under, Ubbe let go of you and watched how you quickly swam away from him towards the river that ended in the lake.
Ubbe sighed as he saw you leave; he had hoped you would’ve stayed. He turned around and walked out of the water again. In a swift movement he removed his shirt which had become wet when he helped you back into the lake. He rolled it up in his hands, trying to squeeze out as much water as he could until a voice made him halt.
“I must thank you for what you did.”
He turned around, seeing you push yourself up on the edge of the lake. It must have been how you climbed out of it.
“You saved my life there…” You looked down; your hand clutched around a neckless on your neck. “How can I repay you for that?”
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Thank you for reading xxx
#vikings#vikings imagines#ubbe lothbrok#ubbe ragnarsson#ubbe the wolf#ubbe ragnarsson imagine#ubbe x reader#a wish for forgiveness
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Hello, my sweet loves! A few quick things! The most important; how are you all? I feel like it’s been so long since I've properly checked in and I am so sorry! I hope you're all doing well!
This next bit is just kind of updating you all on stuff going on here on my end like usual. Nothing crazy, but worth sharing, at least to me. :)
Okay, so this week's update of Ghost of You might be late. It'll be written for the most part, if not entirely, I'm not quite sure yet, but once I get further, we'll see how it turns out. I really hope you guys are liking the rewrite, I'm proud of it so far.
I'm super duper excited for an upcoming project I have. I'm hoping to have a chapter or two ready soon, though I ron’t know when it'll be posted. I want to post it for the blog's anniversary (which is in a little under two months), but we'll see, haha. I tend to get pretty impatient with stuff like that, the excitement just gets to me, haha.
I'm also hoping to be able to buckle down and finish cleaning up all of my masterlists. If you look at the first two, they look so much nicer, but there's still work that needs to be done. I feel like I always mess with things as soon as I think I like how they look, haha. Hopefully, this will be the last time for awhile.
(Side note!
For the person who sent me the Sugino request! The amount of details were so heavily appreciated, I hope I can do it justice, however, I have a question or two! I can tell it's supposed to be angsty to some degree, but I was wondering whether or not you wanted there to be a happy ending? You don't have to comment on this or message if you don't want to, but if you could send another ask or something in to clarify, that would be super helpful. Thank you, lovely!)
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Matchup for @basilisa-scorpii
Hello Coop, you precious ray of sunshine, congrats once again on well-deserved 1000 followers <3 I’ll take the risk and ask for the naughty matchup, haha. Basilisa (short: Bas) here, female, 24, ISTJ, sun Capricorn rising Cancer moon Aries, bisexual with preference for men. Appearance: tall (180cm/5’11), on the chubby side of body type (esp. when it comes to boobs), Greek type of beauty (dark hair and eyes, olivish skin), rather tomboyish with huge love for punk style. Personality: shy and reserved at first, but I easily get attached to people, I have huge tendency to be gloomy, can come across as rude and insensitive for people who don’t know me well, since I don’t really care about social boundaries and I’m very hot headed (but I do my best to restrain myself, so I rarely explode – but when I do, well, things are flying); my personality tends to turn softer when I’m around people who I like or care for tho; I care a lot for my friends, can be overprotective and I’m extremely loyal; I love sarcastic and morbid humor, around the right people I can be goofy and chaotic. And I’m clumsy. Very stupid level of clumsy. The kinky part: I’m the bratty type of sub – the one who likes to be dominated in bed (bondage, restraints, control training, sensory deprivation, spanking, dirty, slight degrading talk etc.) but hates control taking part outside of the bedroom; besides that: anal sex, wax and slight blood play, teasing (both receiving and giving), biting and other forms of slight sexual pain – generally idea of rough sex and fight for control, followed by aftercare is a huge turn on for me. I’m not a switch per se, but I don’t mind switching roles with my partner, especially as a part of fight for domination and teasing. I hope I haven’t written too much info, lmao. Good luck with the event and continue being awesome <3
Basssssss so very honored to do a matchup for you!! Honestly, I had a really hard time choosing between your main match and your first potential suitor…….but I think your main match is just a bit better! Also, since you requested a naughty matchup, that is what I will be primarily focusing on. Hope ya like these!! 😉💕
Your match is…
Zoro (Scorpio, ISTP)
Zoro meets most of your kinks and then some. He likes to feel in control during sex and definitely has a repressed dom side hidden underneath all that dorkiness. He didn’t expect you to be such a sub when he took you to bed considering how hot-headed you can be, but it all made sense once he realized you are in fact a bratty sub. And lemme just say he loves it and is constantly turned on by it. Zoro likes a challenge so he utterly enjoys trying to get you to behave and it makes your sex so so exciting as you two fight for dominance. He wants nothing more than to roll around with you, marking you up, roughing you up a bit, and reminding you who you belong to and who is in charge. Only in the bedroom of course! Zoro would never try to control you outside of the bedroom and that’s what makes the sex so fulfilling. As soon as you two get into bed (or wherever you’ve decided to fuck…) it’s like entering into a whole other dimension, one where you both can embrace your desires. Zoro respects you and cares for you outside of the bedroom, but once you two get down and dirty, he doesn’t hold back on dominating you and roughing you up.
Zoro has impeccable stamina and can keep you up all night with multiple rounds. On the opposite end, Zoro can be pretty lazy and impatient when it comes to sex sometimes. This usually only shows when you two try to incorporate bondage, he doesn’t want to waste his time with intricate binding that’s gonna prove difficult to tie and untie. The most he’ll use is his bandanna, his sash, or maybe a pair of handcuffs if you happen to own any. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy tying you up because he definitely does, but he’s just a bit impatient and wants to go the easiest route. Just enough to keep you secured! He’ll use the bandanna or sash as a form of sensory deprivation for you as well, blindfolding you while he has his way with you, heightening your senses and bringing you to mind-blowing orgasms time and time again!
He’s utterly obsessed with your body, unable to keep his hands to himself both inside and outside of the bedroom. He can’t decide if he’s a boob or ass guy because frankly, he loves all of you! Whatever he can get his hands on, he’s going to do so. The way you jiggle and squirm underneath him (or on top), he can’t get enough of it. He can’t help but praise you and your sexy figure, proving over and over again that only you turn him on this much and can make him cum so hard. When it comes to your tits, he can’t fight the urge of wanting to fuck them. Mouth, teeth, tongue, hands, dick, he wants all of him all over them. Zoro also loves your ass so spanking is definitely incorporated during sexy times. He gets insanely turned on seeing his large hand prints painted a striking red along your soft, gorgeous ass. It makes him feel oddly proud to see how he marks you up, especially if your ass is still bruised well after sex. Continuing on with the ass love, he was incredibly excited when you offered the idea of anal sex to him. He’s always been a bit curious on the idea of fucking your tight little asshole, so when you gave permission, he was in pure bliss. It’s definitely one of his top kinks now thanks to you.
Zoro wasn’t the best at dirty talk, especially degradation, at first, so you had to be the one to encourage that from him. It proved very fruitful cause Zoro has quite the dirty mouth on him now. Wax play is not something he ever considered before, but he’s grown to actually enjoy it. He’s realized he has a bit of a temperature play kink, especially when he incorporates knife play, which leads to your shared kink of slight blood play. Zoro isn’t much of a tease outside of the bedroom but he can be a bit relentless when he gets you alone. Thankfully, it doesn’t ever last that long because Zoro is a bit impatient and wants to get to pleasuring you asap. But, having you beg for him is something he doesn’t mind entertaining for a while. He finds your teasing incredibly sexy and thinks you’re the best at it in the relationship. When you decide to top him and take control, my oh my is he a sucker for it. Seeing your gorgeous body atop his, riding him and using him for your pleasure, he could lay back and watch that tantalizing sight all day. Unfortunately, he usually gets too excited and doesn’t last long when you do this lol he always blames you of course - you’re just too good at taking him! Basically you two are pretty kinky motherfuckers and you both enjoy exploring your interests together! There’s been some things you didn’t particularly enjoy and some things you’ll never get tired of, the point is that you two have fun and love exploring different kinks with each other. Your sex is plenty rough and playful, leaving you utterly sore, exhausted, and satisfied every single time! Zoro puts his all into fucking you, no matter if you’re being rough or sensual, so unfortunately he doesn’t last long enough for intensive aftercare before he passes out beside you. But, he’ll usually aid in cleaning up and will make sure to fall asleep with you tight in his embrace! Rough Zoro disappears the moment he cuddles up into bed with you, in comes clingy post-sex Zoro. Make sure you go pee before he passes out on you because it is impossible to get him off otherwise!
Other potential suitors:
Kid (Capricorn, ESTP) - Two hot-headed Capricorns? You might not be able to survive each other outside of the bedroom, but he brings you everything you could desire and then some when in the bedroom. He’s a total dom so he never minds taking control of you and he fully embraces your bratty sub behavior. Like Zoro, he appreciates a challenge and loves to put you in your place. He also loves your curvy body and knows how to give it the love it deserves. You share a lot of similar kinks so there’s no need for any excessive exploring during sex. He’s definitely the best at being rough with you but the aftercare is nothing special honestly lmao he doesn’t put much effort into it unless you catch him in a good mood and even then the most he’ll do is throw you a towel and call it a night. He keeps you oh so satisfied and hungry for more during sex, afterwards...don’t get your hopes up. You might need to nag him a bit to make him more considerate during after care and who knows? Maybe you’ll come to find Kid is a total cuddle bear when he wants to be.
Shanks (Pisces, ENFJ) - Very similar to Zoro and Kid in all of the best ways. You share some of the same kinks and Shanks is very intrigued and turned on by your bratty sub tendencies. He is a relentless tease both inside and outside the bedroom leaving you absolutely weak for him 24/7. He’d of course never try to control you outside of the bedroom, as with Zoro when you two have sex, you’re transported to another world. Shanks doesn’t mind taking over and domming you and he’s hella good at it. He can be rough when he wants, especially if you beg for it, and he’s insanely skilled at dirty talk. He loves your body and loves to mark it up even more. Post-sex cuddles are also a must with this man, especially with you because he is a sucker for you, and he knows you enjoy it. Shanks has all the experience to offer you in order to keep you utterly satisfied and coming back for more!
O-Kiku (ISFP) - Okay hear me out, she’s a total softie but it’s always the innocent ones that have the kinkiest sides right?? We’ve seen her more “sadistic” sides come out a few times. Not to mention O-Kiku is more than twice your size so domming you is easy peasy to her. She might not always be the roughest, but she knows how to tease you and leave you begging for her. You share enough similar kinks to get along well in the bedroom. If she is ever particularly rough with you, you know you’re gonna be getting the best aftercare you’ve ever experienced in your life. She loves you and she never really intends to hurt you (even if you beg for it) so she will always make up for all the markings on you and any “harsh” words she’s said. Literally the best after care comes from her!
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Sense and Sensibility Readthrough Part 22
Chapter 25, Pages 131-137
Oooh new text editor - oh dear lord it’s broken right now. I can’t paste everything in and it just ate my the rest of my post when I tried to delete the readmore. Needs more time in the oven. Anyway.
Previously, Elinor and Lucy have A Polite Talk. About Edward. Sort of more like a standoff really, no real shots were fired but somehow I still feel like blood was drawn. Actually no, the more I think about it, shots were fired and Elinor has been gravely wounded.
Summary of Elinor and Lucy's pianoside pistols-at-dusk: Elinor is the faster shot, and clips Lucy early, but Oh! 'Tis but a flesh wound! But Elinor needs to reload, she's now wide open! Lucy takes aim and fires back! Oh! Straight through the HEART! Elinor can't recover from this! Lucy Steele emerges victorious, and her prize is conviction of Elinor's intent to surrender of Edward Ferrars.
Lucy Steele: Silk hiding Steele - Okay I should stop that thought before I let TvTropes devour my soul - though a casual scan says that page doesn't list any direct Austen entries - there is a Mr. and Mrs. Darcy Mysteries though - actually this is fascinating - but there's no mention of my girl Anne Elliot here - aaaaand TvTropes is devouring my soul again even as I update what I'm doing as I type.
I'm going to assume this extra level of meta-awareness did prevent me from going even further down the rabbit hole.
Anyway!
Readthrough below.
Chapter 25
We're entering an entirely new segment of the story. Last chapter seemed to have wrapped up the Edward saga with a sort of two paragraph conclusion glossing over the aftermath. This chapter we're starting over fresh talking about Mrs. Jennings' personal life.
She insists on inviting the older Miss Dashwoods to her actual home near Portman Square. The Miss Dashwoods of course refuse, but I'm pretty sure this is where the next stage of the story will be set so something is almost certainly going to send them.
"I have had such good luck getting my own children off my hands [...] if I don't get one of you at least well married before I have done with you, it shall not be my fault."
Oh, I think that's the chief motivator of Mrs. Jennings' invitation. And she's very confident too. :'D
"I thought it would be more comfortable for them to be together; because, if they got tired of me, they might talk to one another, and laugh at my old ways behind my back."
Aww, is this chapter going to be a "Mrs. Jennings is a just a sweet lady really" showcase? ... I still wouldn't want to live with her though, I dunno if she'd let me have my social cooldown time.
"Lord bless me! how do you think I can live poking by myself, I who have been always used till this winter to have Charlotte with me."
... oh... she's just going to be lonely... :(
Also, my does she get along well with her son-in-law. She really ribs with Sir John like he is her own son.
Oh! It's London that Mrs. Jennings is taking them too. I was wondering what physical locale "near Portman Square" actually meant. Well, this is the most convenient location for having run-ins with the lads then. Willoughby and Brandon were both called to town on mysterious business weren't they? And Edward might be here too, that February visit with the Steeles that Lucy was so excited for.
Elinor was half-heartedly appealing to the cause of keeping their mother company as reason to turn down the invitation. Mama Dashwood ain't having it though, so they have no reason not to go. Peace and quiet to educate Margaret with everyone gone, and ample time to renovate rooms without disrupting people. Also, Marianne seemed like she kinda wanted to see town, possibly for Willoughby-related reasons. Yep, the Miss Dashwoods aren't getting outta this one.
Oh actually, Marianne really wants to go. Her countenance sunk as soon as Elinor tried to voice one last objection. My mind has immediately drifted to sudden onset of sad puppy look.
Marianne would like to go alone if Elinor won't go; Elinor is... not going to let that happen because as much as Marianne claims to be able to endure Mrs. Jennings' personality right now, in Mrs. Jennings' company it will probably be a bad time for all parties without Elinor also there reigning her in. Well, it doesn't matter anyway because Mama has made up her mind and they are both going.
Mama brings up Edward in a semi-romantic context again, which Elinor has been trying to wean her from for Reasons. Yeah, I get that. Elinor comments that she's perfectly indifferent to everyone else in Eddie's family besides himself. Apparently that's cause for astonishment in the other two? Not sure what that's about. Is she supposed to like the rest of Edward's family such that being indifferent to them is some kind of admittance? Or is it just a very impolite, un-Elinor statement to make?
With any luck, she won't run into Eddie because the trip will be over before February. Haha, this is narrative, there's no chance of that.
Oh no the Miss Steeles are still around. Welp.
Marianne's joy was almost a degree beyond happiness, so great was the perturbation of her spirits and her impatience to be gone.
Oh wow, I seriously underestimated how excited Marianne was to be on this trip. I think the narration was downplaying it earlier in the chapter, so I guess she was really bottling it in while Elinor was still disapproving of the idea. But now that Mama has commanded them to Go Have Fun, the stopper is unstopped. Pure unadulterated Marianne is out to play again! :D
It'll be good to have excited Marianne back! As much as I tend to disapprove of her general thoughts and attitudes, Elinor-style, I do enjoy her silly rom-antics. See what I did there? Haha, actually that simple dumb thought-slash-joke has put me in a more chipper mood than when I started.
Also, sorry this took a while again. I wish I could say that I've been busy, but it's more like I've had trouble managing myself/motivation for the past week. Also, I keep skipping out medication because I get up too late. Isn't it crazy how I get more things I want to do done when I take it, like today. ;>.>
Semester starts again on Monday, so I may start to get actually busier, but provided I don't manage to "lock" myself again the added routine will probably be a positive change.
#grumpy because i had to re-edit post#happy because i read book#1100 words#Jane Austen#Sense and Sensibility#readthrough#novels
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Move Like This
✨summary: Jongin was an incredible dancer and you always asked him to teach you choreography. But more so than not, you ended up doing more than just dancing.
✨warning: NSFW, sexual intercourse, slight dirty talk.
✨A/N: this is based on a true story with a little less smut haha. I changed it up a bit to make it more into a story but enjoy one of my favorite memories in the studio. I’ll make a post to tell the story and what’s different about it after this is posted and link it here if you’re interested.
Jongin is one of the best dancers you know. You’ve been dancing for 15 years and he’s been dancing just as long, even longer. You love watching him and learning the choreography and letting him teach you. But he happens to really get distracted by you when he’s supposed to be teaching you. Especially the more sexy routines. You’d know once the teaching started, and his pace slowed down, he was getting distracted.
“Nini, come on. Please I want to learn all the chorus choreo by lunch time.” you whine as he is stood behind you with his hands on your hips. You looked at him in the reflection in the mirror and saw him smiling at you. You took his hands off your body and held them in your hands giving him pleading eyes before he smiled and nodded at you.
“Stretch a bit more. That might be why you can’t get the right movements. Make sure to stretch your hamstrings a lot.” he said taking a step back and watching you. You knew what he was doing. He wanted to watch you bend over. Which made no sense because the part you messed up on was your hips, not your hamstrings. Nonetheless, you bent over and stretched really good. Giving him the amazing view of your ass that he loved so much. You felt him come up behind you and massage your ass with one hand while pushing your back down with the other.
“Nini...” you said still bent over.
“I’m only helping you really get those hamstrings loose. Wouldn’t want you cramping up or anything. Your ass looks great in these tights by the way.” he said slapping your ass as you got up. You rolled your eyes at him and stood in position.
“Why don’t we skip the first part and go into the partner dance? I mean, we could use the practice together.” he asked. He wasn’t the greatest at making you do what he wanted.
“Nini we both know we don’t need anymore help in the partner dance. You lead the dance perfectly even if I’m slacking. I need to get this solo done. Now can you please just watch me and help me instead of being a little horny monster?” you pout and bat your eyes. He was making this way more difficult than it needed to be.
“Ok ok. Continue from the top.” he said backing away. You turned back to face the mirror and started the routine. You were doing great but the part that you always mess up on was coming up next. It was a rather sensual hip roll and you just couldn’t manage to get it right. As soon as the part came up Jongin came up behind you and grinded on you rather hard. You naturally rolled your hips against him and felt his impressively hard cock on your ass.
“Nini it’s not happening.” you say as you turn around and kiss him. You pat him on his bulge and smirk walking towards the mirror. He follows you and once you’re there he wraps his arms around your waist kissing your neck. He looks at you in the mirror and smirks when you don’t say anything.
“I think you’ll be perfect at that hip roll once you’ve been fucked by me. Don’t you think?” he whispered in your ear as his hand slid inside your tights and panties. You let out a moan and closed your eyes as his fingers rubbed your clit. He had a magic body but even better fingers. He pushed his fingers down over your folds a couple times before pushing one in and curving it.
“You’re pretty wet to be focused on the dance. I must have been distracting you a lot. This will help. You’ll get the good fuck out of your system and clear your mind.” he said playing with your wet cunt. You were growing impatient. If he wanted to fuck you so bad, he was definitely taking his sweet time.
“Nini just fuck me already.” you breath out. He smirks and pulls his finger out before sucking on it. He looked back at the door to make sure it was locked and turned back to you. He pulled your tights and panties down in one go before pushing you forward so your hands were on the mirror. He pulled his sweatpants down and what a surprise; he wasn’t wearing any underwear. You bite your lip as he slowly strokes his cock and looks at you in the mirror.
“Maybe I can help you work those hips like you do when you’re riding me? How does that sound?” he asks pushing his tip into your hole. You nod and close your eyes as he slowly pushes his length into you. He’s slow and careful at first but then he speeds up and loses that delicate touch. He’s gripping your hips and pushing in and out of you fast. The empty studio room is full of your moans and the slapping of skin.
“Nini slow down. I’m gonna cum!” you whimper out. He just smirks at you in the mirror and completely stops. You whine at the loss of motion and look at him.
“Roll your hips baby girl. Fuck yourself back on to me. Good practice.” he said slapping your ass. You slowly started rolling your hips while pushing back into him. He stood completely still and let you fuck him instead. He placed his hands on your hips and started guiding you.
“Follow my hands baby. You’re doing good just let my hands guide you.” he said between groans. You listened and followed the way his hands moved your hips. Which also gave you more control on his cock hitting a certain spot deep in you. You find your right pace and gain that tightening feeling in your stomach again. You’re about to cum and from the sounds he’s making, he is too.
“Come on baby. Cum on my cock. You’re rolling your hips so good baby. Fuck back onto me like a pro.” he said. You started to get sloppy once your orgasm was fast approaching and neither of you could afford edging right now. So Jongin grabbed your hips and started fucking you. But as soon as he started, he stopped as you both came. Your bodies stilled as his cum filled your hole and you tightened around him. He pulled out slowly and watched his cum leak from you. You watched as he grabbed a napkin, closest thing to you, and cleaned you up as best he could. You laughed and he look at you in the mirror from between your legs.
“What?” he asked completely confused.
“This is the third time this week we’ve had sex in here. For one, you tend to always make my dancing disabilities a way for you to get between my legs. And two, you’d think by now you’d have something better to clean me up with than napkins.” you tease. He somehow always knew how to get you to this point even when you say it won’t happen.
“What can I say, I’m the best in the dance studio....at everything. Including making you cum. And now you can roll your hips like no other. You’re welcome babe.” he said kissing your head. Yes, thank you teacher Nini.
#exo#exo fanfic#exo smut#pcygoldenchild#jongin smut#kai smut#jongin x reader#joungin x you#exo scenario#exo fanfic rec
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Getting Over You - Part 2
Part 1 Part 3
(idea recap: How about reader x James: how he realized he isn't nursing a crush on lily anymore but on you)
A/N lel sorry friends there’s going to be a part 3!! so this one is angsty angsty fun times, but Part 3 will be up tomorrow cause I’ve already written most of it it just felt waaaayy too long to post all in one go haha Hope you enjoy!
It had seemed, to Y/N and anyone else watching that James had finally gotten his way. Lily seemed to be everywhere he went, from discussing things in a hushed whisper over breakfast to passing notes in class with moving images and hushed giggles when teachers’ backs were turned.
Y/N muttered darkly, scribbling an image of a large crossbow and arrow flinging itself to-
“Miss Y/L/N, could you please repeat back to me what I just told you?” Professor Flitwick squeaked loudly, glaring down at her from his stack of books.
“Oh, I -uh” Y/N stumbled, crumpling her scribbles into a paper ball under her table and grimacing loudly. As much as she loved the Marauders antics, her stomach always tightened into a knot when she let down a teacher, especially one such as Flitwick.
“Precisely what I thought, please pay attention, I will not be repeating this content, and it may very well be on your exams” He stared expectantly at them, “and I will not take kindly to this content being poorly practiced!”
“Sorry Professor, won’t happen again” Y/N mumbled, flushing bright red and ducking her head. Flitwick tutted but continued his lecture as Y/N felt something slowly unfurling her hand and-
“Hey!” Y/N hissed at Sirius who was sitting beside her and desperate to get a look at her crumpled bit of parchment, “that’s private”
“Private my ass” He winked, pulling it out of her reach and flattening it out. He struggled not to burst into laughter, watching a little arrow fly its way into a very familiar looking redhead.
“So not pining are we?” Sirius grinned, passing back the note and Y/N snatched it off him, huffing.
“Go away, Black” Y/N refused to look at him, tearing the parchment into small bits to put in a bin later.
“Oooo on last name basis again, woe is me” Sirius pretended to have a large knife pierce is heart and fainted backwards into Remus, who caught him, without looking up from his notes. Y/N ignored him for the rest of class as he tried to pull her attention by pretending to shoot Lily with various pretend crossbows, much to the confusion of James who sat across from us and next to Lily.
“Oi, lads, what was all that about?” James caught up to us after class, watching us suspiciously. Y/N opened her mouth to speak but Sirius got there first.
“We are just deeeeevasted that you’ve been stolen away by Miss Evans” Sirius pouted, “We’ve finally lost him, boys, he’s gone to the dark side” Sirius placed one hand over his chest and shook his head at Peter who looked solemnly back at him.
“He’s become” Peter leaned in, ignoring James’ attempts to interrupt them, “a loooover”
“A part of two instead of five” Remus chimed in, shaking his head, sadly.
“We will miss him”
“The dearly departed”
“Alright alright, stop giving him a hard time” Y/N grinned, not being able to watch James sulk behind them for much longer, “He’s just caught up in getting what he’s always wanted”
“Well I-“
“No need to go into details, Prongs” Sirius jumped in front, giving Y/N a glance, “just don’t go forgetting us, alright?”
“No, but I just –“
“Oh shoot, I think I left my parchment in Flitwick’s classroom, I’ll catch up with you guys at Potions later” Y/N lied, relatively badly by the looks the boys gave her as she left, walking quickly away before James could say anything more about his new budding romance with Lily. She sped past Flitwick’s classroom, her chest beginning to heave as images of them sitting together, touching, talking, kissing-
“Ahhhh!” Y/N had bumped right into someone, making them drop all of their belongings across the ground. Y/N looked up and stared into bright green eyes, surrounded by long, red hair. Lily.
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“What the fuck Sirius” James gave him a whack as Y/N left, glaring angrily, “Why did you keep bloody interrupting me?”
“Well you know, sensitive ears around here Padfoot” Sirius nodded to Peter, covering his ears as he battered them off him.
“Don’t be a prick, I was trying to say Lily and I aren’t dating”
“Wait, what?” Remus stopped, turning quickly around to face him, “Why are you around her all the time?”
“She said…” James looked suddenly embarrassed.
“Spit it out” Sirius replied, impatiently, facing him as well.
“Well, she said she’d help me get another… girl, I guess, help me get her attention in a different way – but now she won’t leave me alone! God it’s like the moment I tell her I’m not interested she’s jumping all over me” James groaned, running his hands through his hair, “Last year me would have loved this, but now… I” He stopped talking, unsure of what to say next.
“You know, the best way to get her attention is to, you know, talk to her” Remus looked at him like he was an idiot, shaking his head.
“Yeah! Make her feel important” Peter grinned, winking at him and James frowned.
“Wait I haven’t said-“
“Yeah, yeah, you’re head over heels for Y/N, right?” Sirius waved him off, as he looked a little starstruck, “Great! Now, all we need is a little plan…”
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“Oh shoot, I’m so sorry!” Y/N muttered, picking up Lily’s things with her as they splayed across the hallway.
“No, no, don’t stress about it” She smiled widely, stacking her books and quills and bits of parchment neatly back into her satchel and stood up, giving a hand out for Y/N to grab. Y/N thanked her, grabbing her hand and standing up also, brushing off her skirt which was now covered in dust.
“Guess I’ll be seeing a lot more of you now” Lily kept smiling, but Y/N fought the urge to grimace, instead nodding nonchalantly.
“Yeah, I guess, with… James and everything”
“He’s surprisingly great to be around, you know? I’m almost a bit sad I waited so long to really get to know him”
“Yeah… he’s pretty great”
“It’s a pity he’s going to be off the market soon” Lily winked, giggling like they were close girlfriends talking about boys together. Y/N felt a twist at the pit of her stomach, she did not want anything to do with this conversation.
“Ha – yeah, poor womankind… and all that”
“I bet he’s a greaaaat-“
“I have to go, sorry, late for class!” Y/N felt like she might throw up. As much as she’d always been pining after James, there was just something, something about Lily standing there, beautiful and smart, talking about what he might be good at… with her… together…
Y/N found a bathroom stall and sat down, breathing fast and shallow, tears beginning to fall down her face. She’d never, before now, really had to face the facts. She’d lost him, for good.
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A little fresa wedding II
Hello hello I am leaving this here so @miris-xo is too busy to murder my duck :D Though I also have to thank her, for bearing with me during my “I hate everything about this part” phase, my endless messages of possible wedding dresses and all the other things I put you through. Without you, this wedding truly wouldn’t happen! And I could still look at Rugge in a bathrobe...
Special Thanks go out to @lightwoods5ever for being the exact beta reader that I needed in that moment, I love you more than I love koalas ♥
And surprise, surprise, the same procedure as every year post: @ac-ars and @sky-girls used the name Rory first. I used my own brain to end up with this name (also because of my roommate who is obsessed with Gilmore Girls and keeps trying to talk me into watching it), which is why I didn’t give them any credit.
Word count: 2.7k
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Pt. III - Getting ready
Since she woke up from her nap after breakfast, Aurora loves to play with the buttons of Matteo’s shirt. Her baby fingers constantly reach out for them, tossing on them, while he holds her in his lap.
Opposite to them, Gastón leans against the window frame, where he checks the view and throws a glance at his watch every few seconds. “The photographer is late,” he states, clearly annoyed.
“Will you relax?” Matteo asks, bouncing his daughter on one leg now, laughing along with her. “It’s been five minutes, there’s still plenty of time.”
“I should relax, that’s priceless,” he mutters under his breath. It’s been going on like this all morning – given his behavior, it’d be easy to think Gastón was the one who got married today, not Matteo. “I am relaxed,” his best friend continues, “but shouldn’t you be nervous? Just a little? Or did you spend all of that on your proposal?”
“Haha, had a clown for breakfast again?”
Gastón has a point though. Back when Matteo planned to ask Luna the big question, he had no chill whatsoever. Zero chill, really. It was a miracle to him how his best friend endured all the second-guessing and doubting and overthinking over every single tiny little detail. While Gastón listened to all his whining, he never complained. Too much.
“No, I mean it,” his best man now says. “Aren’t you afraid she changes her mind and dumps you at the altar?”
Matteo chuckles, then shrugs. “Nope, not really. She loves me too much,” he explains, copying the grimace Rory pulls at him before he snickers at her frown. “The only thing I’m afraid of is this little one here. Hm, Lily Aurora, don’t cause daddy any trouble today.” Lifting her so she can gawk back into his eyes, he puts on his most serious expression. “Will you promise?”
Her answer is to spit all over his shirt.
“Nice,” Gastón comments, although his laugh cuts off half the word.
A sigh hushes over Matteo’s lips while he gets up to clean what’s left to save in the bathroom. “At least it’s not the shirt Luna has to see me in.”
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Of course, his daughter holds her own opinions on acting well-behaved even after ruining his favorite sleeping shirt.
He’s not done yet scrubbing her spit out of his shirt when her high-pitched voice cuts through the silence, abruptly ending it. With curses muttered under his breath, Matteo runs back into the room, where he finds Gastón cooing over his goddaughter.
“Don’t bother,” Matteo tries to tell him over the screams and cries while he strokes the back of his little girl. “When she screams like this, she’s hungry, so the only thing we can do is get her to…”
Knock knock.
“Matteo? Gastón? Can I come in?”
“Luna,” he finishes. By then, Gastón already jumps at him and covers his eyes with his hands, effectively taking his vision. “What the…”
“You can come in!”
The door opens. Frantic breaths panted into the air. The sound of a long skirt brushing over the floor. Little footsteps, as if Luna wore no shoes.
Just the possibility of her wearing her dress already makes his heart skip a beat. Not a single hint at how it looks has passed her lips in the last months, not that he doubts it will be anything but breathtaking. Maybe she’ll go with a glamorous look close to the ones she pulls off for the red carpet every single time, or maybe she’ll look like the princesa from his songs – either way, Matteo isn’t sure how he will be able to keep the tears away when he finally sees her.
“Let me get her,” he hears Luna saying, and perhaps it’s a good thing Gastón sticks his sweaty palms on his face. In her arms, their daughter already calms down, or at least enough for his best friend to scold the bride. “You could’ve ruined the whole surprise, moon girl! Why didn’t you send Nina over? Or one of the bridesmaids?”
“She’s getting her hair done right now, I thought it’d be faster this way.”
During the short silence that ensues, Matteo wonders if his best friend is shaking his head in disapproval. He feels stupid, too impatient to sneak a glance at his soon-to-be wife, but unable to see anything except darkness.
And he didn’t even get a chance to put his shirt back on.
“You do look beautiful, though.”
Matteo groans. “Just shut up, Gastón.”
Before he can reply, a small hand suddenly rests on his shoulder for support, and soft lips press a kiss on his cheek. “See you later, chico fresa.” Then, the door closes, and Rory’s whines fade and fade.
Sighing, Gastón releases Matteo out of his grip and lets himself fall on the bed. “You two will make me lose my sanity today.”
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She wrote the note for him early in the morning.
When she woke up and Nina left to pick up breakfast, the sun still stood low enough to hit her directly through the window, dancing over her face. Her maid of honor told her to get ready for plates of croissants and scrambled eggs and whatever else she desired, but Luna already knew she’d only nibble on some toast.
Grabbing a piece of heavy paper from the drawer of the hotel desk, she sat down on the antiqued chair, thoughts lost in memories of last night. Sneaking outside with him, hand in hand. Watching the stars, too happy to find a single thing to ask them for. Soaking in his warmth, hearing his every breath in the quiet night…
She’d write a whole essay based on these moments alone, but she had to keep it short and sweet in order to slip it under his door in time.
What Luna didn’t expect was to receive a gift in return.
The photographer just walked in as she hands her a little box, almost like the one from his proposal. “The groom asked me to give this to you,” she explains in a whisper. The smile sticks to her face before Luna even opens it.
There’s no ring inside.
Instead, it reveals a strawberry USB stick and a note telling her to play it. She can’t get to the radio station fast enough.
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The first song surprises her.
He isn't singing. Nothing but a piano tune fills the air, a melody she never heard before. Warm and light, she's sure it's a love song for his next album. It's not even the first demo of him that she listens to, but it messes with her heartbeat too much and brings tears to her eyes. For the first time today, she’s grateful for the waterproof make-up. Her bridesmaids watch her wipe back the teardrops, and Baby Aurora pats her hands completely out of rhythm, smiling. When Luna presses swift kisses on her daughter’s cheek, it turns into a happy giggle.
She plays the demo a second time, still unsure whether to smile or sob.
While the song starts again, Luna closes her eyes. Feels. Feels her chest tighten, and goosebumps running all over her body, down her arms, even to her legs.
Matteo hasn’t been much in the studio lately.
More than once did he mutter in helpless frustration how he much he missed those hours between microphones, guitars and scrambled notebooks, more than once did he convince her he had absolutely no time to fit a studio session in between preparing the wedding and spending time with his chica fresa.
She wonders how he managed to record just a sample like this, or when he composed it.
On second thought, however, it doesn’t matter much. What matters is his gift, the effort he put into making her smile, into soothing her jittery nerves on this day.
When the song fades out, familiar tracks follow it. Half of them are from her favorite relaxing playlist – they help her to take a deep breath and enjoy being treated like a princess. The other half, however… He made a chronology of their relationship, told by songs he wrote for her throughout their lives, from the very first one to the one from his last album that she played for two weeks straight.
Those help a little less with calming down.
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She gasps when she sees herself in the mirror for the first time.
Simple as it may be, her wedding dress fits her perfectly. The lace top clings softly to her body, while the skirt flows towards the ground like a waterfall, swaying when she whirls around. Her hair falls in curves down her back, the veil held in place by her braid crown. She told her make-up artist to go for something light, but when she sees the carefully placed shimmer highlighting her eyes, Luna can’t help but to feel like a princess. A fairy princess.
If she ever worried her look might not be stunning enough for Matteo, there’s not a single doubt lingering in the back of her mind anymore.
Turning around to her daughter, Luna smiles. “Do you think mommy looks pretty for your daddy?” Aurora sits on the floor, fingers wrapped around an old make-up brush, a focused frown on her face. So far, her little one followed her every movement instead of paying attention to the toys around her, even when the brush left a lasting impression, apparently. Luna hopes Rory will feel exhausted enough from the morning to sleep through the whole ceremony.
In this moment, however, her daughter stares back at her out of those intense brown eyes, taking everything in.
“Do you think daddy might cry?” Luna caresses her little cheeks, before she gently tickles her belly. Rory giggles.
There might be a happy tear in the corner of Luna’s eyes.
“I think Gastón made a bet with Ramiro over his reaction to the dress,” Nina chimes in from the chair by the window. The hairdresser is pinning the last strands of her hair into their designated space, and Luna’s bridesmaids snap some pictures of the process.
“Do you know what they bet for?”
Nina shakes her head, then quickly apologizes to the young woman finishing her hairstyle. “No, I thought it’d be better if I didn’t ask. If he loses we’ll find out soon enough.”
The photographer asks Luna to stand in front of the door for a few photos. She smiles for the camera and tries to keep her hands from shaking. “We’ll know anyway, one is too much of a sore loser and the other one too happy over being right about Matteo”, Luna jokes. But her laugh sounds nervous suddenly.
Her gaze hurries to the clock on her bedside table. There’s plenty of time left, contrary to all the haunting stories of hectic mornings and messed-up schedules she heard before. For all the anxiety and stress Luna expected, the hours before her wedding went surprisingly smooth.
Maybe too smooth?
Luna shakes her head. No, she won’t fret over a problem that isn’t one, she won’t freak out. Not everything had been perfect, anyway. Her chica fresa almost terrorized the whole house until she picked her up, the complaint from Gastón included. (Seeing Matteo shirtless made it worth it, though.) The photographer hadn’t been here quite on time. Shoes got mixed up, one even going missing, until Yam found it had been kicked underneath the bed.
No, it hadn’t been picture-perfect, but everything is still okay. Those incidents are meaningless, and Miranda is there to handle everything else. Luna will probably have forgotten about this moment of second-guessing by the evening and it won’t matter the same way it doesn’t matter right now. What matters is Rosecliff, is walking down the aisle to Matteo. Matteo.
Thinking of the promise she’ll make to him, of the beautiful unity they’ll build makes her feel like an over-excited teenager again.
And she loves it. (Him.)
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Pt. IV - First look
The moment the wedding march begins to play, Matteo thinks there’s a real chance of him fainting. A smile covers his face, he can sense it tugging on his lips until his cheeks hurt, but the anxiety still bites into his bones, takes over his whole body.
His heart races in his chest, speeding up, faster and faster.
His legs feel weaker by the second.
His head is empty. Completely blank, a haunted house in a body full of emotions.
There’s so much happening inside him in every moment, he doesn’t know how to focus on anything happening around him.
Except when Luna appears in his vision, walking down the aisle.
Towards him.
Tears. They drown his eyes before he even fully sees her.
She’s beautiful, of course she is. His princesa, his moon, his sun. His everything. Endless dresses have graced her body, but this masterpiece becomes Matteo’s favorite one in an instant. It wears her name in the delicate movements of the skirt, in the simple yet elegant top, in the way it makes her look like she’s floating above the ground.
Every step towards him takes an eternity. Every second in which she smiles at him without being by his side makes him want to hurry to her. The only reason why he doesn’t is because his body is frozen on his feet.
Tears, and a hundred more in line, and he lets them.
Matteo imagined this moment often. Laying eyes on her in a gorgeous dress, thinking how she’ll soon be his wife. Thinking of the life they spent together already, the life they’d build from now on. He imagined it when he was barely 20 years old, struggling to fall asleep in the darkness of his room without her by his side. He imagined it with a bitter taste on his lips when they took a break and tried to figure out their careers instead of their relationship. And he imagined it while he planned his proposal, when it was the only picture in his head able to calm him down and tear his thinned nerves at the same time.
With so many scenarios for this unique moment of his life, he’s surprised that none of them live up to reality.
Nothing comes to his mind. No memories, no words, no pictures of their future, nothing but a hurricane of emotions crashing down on him.
He wouldn’t want it any other way.
Luna reaches him. In his peripheral vision, her dad holds her hand and offers it to him, although Matteo is too charmed, hexed, starstruck by his bride to divert his attention from her. Her eyes brighten up at his touch, green and warm and filled with a love that burns every doubt or insecurity he ever had about their relationship.
“You are the most beautiful woman in this whole universe,” he whispers. With a chuckle, she presses a kiss on his hand. “So, you’re saying our daughter isn’t the most beautiful?” He follows her gaze towards their little chica fresa, sleeping in her stroller as if this wasn’t one of the most important days in the life of her parents.
Matteo grins. “Of course not.”
The officiant clears his throat. Matteo’s hand intertwines with Luna’s, and with one last smile to each other, they face the man about to marry them. “Dear friends and family, today we have gathered to celebrate the union off…”
A strange noise cuts through his voice. Loud, and rattling. The officiant falls silent, frowns. In the following seconds, Matteo can hear his own heartbeat. Nothing was supposed to go wrong today, absolutely nothing and yet they didn’t even make it past the formal opening of the ceremony. Shit.
The noise comes back. From behind him, familiar, like the taste of a missing word on the tip of his tongue. But he heard it before, he knows that much.
Luna did, too.
A third time. A snore. And another one.
Slowly, they take another glance at their daughter. Resting her head on the side, with eyes closed and relaxed, she looks too innocent to produce this kind of eruption. But she snores again, and there’s no doubt, their little one is the sound hazard for their own wedding.
Gastón bursts into laughter. Waves and waves of hysterical giggles break out of him, and every attempt to calm down fails before it even begins. Soon, Luna grins sheepishly as well, along with the rest of the wedding party.
In the end, the ceremony starts ten minutes later than planned. Rory notices none of that.
#soy luna#lutteo#my sl fanfiction#a little fresa story#there are so many references in this one#one to a German New Year's Eve tradition#one to another au idea of mine#one scene was straight up a silly joke I came up with but Miri insisted on it#kinda#anyway wow things are getting real here
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Padfoot
Tom Holland x reader
Summary : While being on a walk, Tom and Harrison find a dog that doesn't seem abandoned. They decide to look for its owner.
Wanings : none
Words : 2k
A/N : This is inspired by the Insta story of Tom in which he found a dog ! Also, part of the 12 days of Christmas writing challenge.
You couldn't sleep last night. Knowing that your dog was outside, all by himself, was killing you.
You lived in little apartment in Kingston and you had moved heaven and earth to find Padfoot but he was nowhere to be found. And you were desperate.
He went missing last afternoon and since, you hadn't stopped looking for him. It was very unlike of him to escape and it made you even more anxious.
The night had been the worst part. You had to stop searching him but you couldn't stop imagine that something might have happened to your sweet friend.
The next day you took back your the searches.
You knocked on your neighbors door and to pretty much everyone's door in the village.
But it was hopeless.
Padfoot was definitely disappeared.
"Hey Tom, what do you say about going on a walk ?", Harrison asked.
The guys were chilling at Tom's for more than an hour now and they needed some fresh air. Or not...
"Huuum", was the answer Harrison received.
Tom was laying on a couch, half asleep, and definitely not willing to go out.
"Come on dude ! We've been here all day ! A walk would be great !", Harrison tried to convince him.
He pushed Tom, that fell on the ground.
"Hey !", he exclaimed, standing up. "Alright you got it, we're going out...", he muttered.
They grabbed a coat and left.
Outside, the air was really fresh and they were happy to be wearing a scarf, a beanie and gloves.
They walked for a while, talking and laughing until they arrived to an almost empty park. There was only an old man sitting on a bench, reading his journal and a girl playing with a dog.
"Look, this dog is just like Tessa !", Harrison exclaimed as he pointed it.
Tom shrugged.
"Tessa's more beautiful..."
But Harrison was already approaching the girl and he started to talk with her. Tom was about to get close too when he saw another dog running in the park.
At first he thought that his owner must have let him loose and was close behind, but there was no one with him.
He called the dog that immediately ran to him.
It was a beautiful Australian shepherd with a brown spot on his right eye.
"Hey ! Who are you ?", he asked the dog as he was trying to lick his face.
"Do you have a name or something ?"
He looked for a collar but the dog wasn't wearing any. He wasn't for sure a stray dog, because he was healthy and he didn't seem abandoned.
"What did you find here ?", Harrison asked as he posed a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"He doesn't have any collar. He probably escaped."
Harrison nodded.
"Can you try to keep him Haz ? I'm going to post an Instagram story about it."
Harrison occupied the dog with a tree branch that he threw to him while Tom was recording a video.
"We should bring him to the closest animal shelter, his owner will probably go there to look for him."
Suddenly the dog turned around and ran through the park.
"Oh shit. We have to chase him !"
The boys followed him, trying to see where he was going.
A girl was running in the dog's direction screaming "Padfoot ! Padfoot !".
The dog that they now knew to be Padfoot jumped in her arms and they both fell in the dead leaves on the grass.
You were laughing and crying at the same time.
"Oh Padfoot, you're so cold. Where have you spent the night ? I'm so happy to see you !", you sobbed.
The two boys finally got to the spot where you were standing.
As you noticed that you weren't alone, you wiped your tears.
"So Padfoot it is huh !", Tom said with a happy smile.
You rose your head and gasped. What was Tom Holland doing here ? Well, you knew that he lived here but you have never actually met him before.
"Did you find him thanks to my Instagram story ?", Tom asked, not noticing your shocked look or at least not paying attention to it.
"Yes, I mean no ! I didn't see that you posted a story, which is weird since I watch them all the time, I'm a bit of a stalker...No I'm not, haha... What I mean is thank you for finding my dog", you stuttered.
You wanted to slap yourself.
Tom kneeled and gave you his hand to help you get up.
"I'm y/n", you said, with a smile.
"Well, I think you must know I'm Tom and this is Haz !", he replied with a chuckle.
"Hey !", the latter greeted.
You weren't wearing your warm clothes and you shivered.
Tom noticed, took off his coat and put it on your shoulders.
"Here, you must be freezing !"
You wanted to protest but he added : "Would you like to take a coffee ?"
You were heading to the coffee shop, Tom and Harrison constantly asking you questions about yourself. You answered to them a little embarrassed. Talking with them was unreal. They were just as you imagined : kind and funny.
You reached the coffee shop and once inside you noticed your friend Delilah.
"Lila !", you exclaimed.
She turned around and saw Harrison and Tom with you but didn't seem surprised.
"Hey !", she greeted and stared at Harrison.
"Hi again", he replied.
Again ?
You frowned, your eyes navigating from one to the other.
"We met sooner at the park...", Lila explained with a sweet smile.
You nodded, surprised.
"Well, they found Padfoot !"
She kneeled and petted the dog.
You took a table and an order.
You were talking calmly and when your drinks arrived, Tom leaned toward you.
"We should leave them together don't you think ?", he whispered in your ear, as he pointed with a gesture of his chin your friends.
His sigh on your neck made you shiver. You nodded.
"I have to take Tessa out, y/n will come with me, maybe Tessa and Padfoot could meet. We leave you both here !", he added with a knowing smile.
You elbowed him and he laughed as you were leaving.
"So, what are you studying ?", Tom asked after a few seconds of silence.
"I'm in a drama school in London", you replied with a smile.
"Wow, that's amazing ! I didn't know. I mean, of course I didn't but...what a coincidence !"
You giggled and answered :
"That's why I look up at you. That...and other things."
He flushed and cleared his throat.
"I wish I could dance like you ! I love musicals, and there is one that is casting some new actors. I feel like I lack of practice in dancing", you added smiling.
"Well, dance is not that difficult. Practice is indeed the key...I could teach you some moves !"
You turned and stared at him.
"Really ? That's- wow, awesome !"
You were arrived to his apartment. A dog bark echoed behind the door.
As soon as Tom opened it, Tessa jumped on him.
"Oooh you're a good girl Tessa, aren't you ? Yes, you're a good girl !", he exclaimed caressing her.
Her tail was waving crazily.
You looked at them and Padfoot pulled you in as he sniffed his fellow friend.
Tom rose his head and passed a hand through his hair, embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, Tessa is the woman of my life."
"Oh come on, who never acted stupidly with his animal ?"
You laughed.
"I'm just going up, grab another coat and I'll be back", he declared, climbing the stairs.
The TV was on, displaying a music channel. You got closer and Come and get your love played. You started to move a bit then got carried away by the music, the dogs excitedly jumping around you and barking.
You sang and danced, forgetting that you were at Tom's.
You turned around and saw him staring at you on the stairs. You stopped immediately, embarrassed.
"How long have you been there ?", you asked, not watching him in the eyes.
"Long enough to know that you're not a bad dancer", he replied with a smirk. "Come on, the dogs are getting impatient !"
They were waiting in front of the door, their tails waving excitedly.
Tom opened the door and kept it opened for you.
"After you, milady", he offered.
You bowed and exited.
You spoke for a while and didn't stop when arrived at the park. You had a lot of questions about him and his work. You wanted to know some anecdotes about the cast, with who he was the closest, if you could meet such or such actor.
Tom eagerly answered to all of them, laughing about the most absurd ones.
"What ? Of course Evans and Hemsworth are not secretly dating ! Did you seriously think that ?", he laughed.
"I don't know ! I thought that it was possible ! In my defense, they said so themselves in an interview !", you declared slapping his chest and pouting.
"Jake Gyllenhaal also said in an interview that Ryan Gosling was Ryan Reynold's twin brother, that he tried to eat him in his mother belly but they both survived and that's why they are actors... Did you believe that too ?", he mocked.
You stuck your tongue out.
After some minutes, you sat on a bench side by side and Tom asked with a grin :
"Do you think Haz and Delilah are already making out or not ?"
You laughed, surprised by the question.
"Knowing Lila, they might be already !"
"Thought so too...", he declared, with a big smile.
"Or, they could be asking the same question about us !"
You gasped and widened your eyes, putting a hand on your mouth realizing what you just said.
What the fuck y/n ?
Tom turned and faced you.
"Do you think we should make out ?", he asked intrigued with a mysterious smile.
Your heart skipped a beat.
You were trying to say something but you just couldn't think of what to answer to such a question.
"Too bold for a first time, right ? I'm sorry I embarrassed you..."
"It's not that, I just suck at these things...", you replied sorry.
There was a moment of silence then :
"Sooo, does this mean that you wouldn't be against us..."
He didn't finish his sentence and pointed his finger from you to him.
You giggled.
"No...I-actually would love that."
He leaned forward and posed his lips delicately on yours. You grabbed his hand and deepened the kiss. He cupped your face with his other hand.
You got back and took a breath, smiling at each other dumbly.
"I should head back home", you declared.
"I'll escort you there"
You walked back and once in front of your entry door, you stopped.
"Well-", Tom started.
You interrupted him with a soft kiss.
"I'm happy Padfoot went missing...", he said, joking.
"Sorry Padfoot, but me too !", you laughed.
"I have your number soooo..."
"We'll keep in touch", you finished for him. "And since I know where you live I can properly stalk you if you don't text me !"
You chuckled and stared at each other silently.
"You're great y/n"
This started to sound too much as goodbyes.
"Don't forget me, in your popular life, alright ?"
He smiled sweetly.
"I won't, that I swear."
He kissed you a last time and went away, Tessa's by his side.
You entered and jumped on your couch.
Maybe he didn't want to forget you, but since he had such a hectic and unpredictable life, you might never saw each other again.
As you were brooding, your phone rung. You rushed to it.
There was a text.
Tom>> Dear y/n, today was amazing and I really appreciate you. You are sweet, kind and beautiful and I know we will see each other again.
In fact, I have to meet with the cast of Marvel in a few weeks, and I was thinking that you might want to come ? What do you say ?
You tipped your answer frantically.
You>> Might want to come ? Tom, I would rip off heads to come if I had to. Not because I could see you, don't get me wrong, but to meet the whole cast 😘
Tom>> 😂 You're the worst ! Consider it sealed then !
You>> I'm eager to meet them...but mostly to see you again ❤
You sighed. Hopefully he wouldn't forget you.
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hello my sweet sticky maples ! it me ... emmy ... i’m horrible n you either already worked that out or you’ll find out soon enough so let’s not waste time here n get straight to my first of two muses, u already know what it is ! she’s pretty bang on canon ( imo anyways ) so very little about who she is as a person has changed, but you can cop a poorly written summary on her character and info on what the heck she’s been up to these last few years under the cut ! pls like this post if you’re interested in plottin’ w us and i’ll im u ! or if ur impatient just im me :P kiss kiss ilysm xx
* camila mendes, cisfemale, she/her, canon ━━ riverdale’s very own VERONICA CECILIA LODGE is now twenty-one years old. she hasn’t lived in town for three years, but pop never forgot her regular ━ a dark chocolate malted milkshake. you’ll likely find the pre-law student hanging around the speakeasy, probably planning some extravagant event. her friends in new york city would tell you all about how she is charismatic, cultivated and scintillating, but others might describe her as beguiling or grandiose. oh well, no matter how you feel about v, you can’t deny that she looks good in a pearl necklace. ━━ written by emmy, she/her, twenty-one, aest ! STATISTICS HERE.
at the end of season two we know veronica “gave up her place” in the lodge family n business to purchase pop’s for her n her friends and open the speakeasy. this is still a pretty major part of her storyline but let’s say that after a year she gifted the chock’lit shoppe back to the tate family but kept the basement for herself bc i don’t n i know she wouldn’t feel good abt her owning all of pop’s
she stayed pretty true to the values she developed and never went runnin’ back to her father, though she has wanted to many times and even tho she put on a brave face, the fact that everything didn’t fix itself n her dad was never like “haha jk i still love you !” really fckn hurt this binch ( fortunately her grandparents still love n support her where they can bc someone needs to fund that shoe collection )
she’s very proud of herself for her involvement with the southside and doing her bit to protect them as sodale developed, and she loves riverdale bc bitch !! that’s where she met her angelic bff betty !! n archie n cheryl n OKAY jughead too
but the fact that her estranged father now owned a good part of it was just gettin’ a bit painful so like she took the opportunity to run away from her demon persona in new york all those yrs ago, she was gettin’ ready to run away from that pain following her high school graduation
stanford was her first choice ( knowing she wanted to go on to law school ) but she just couldn’t maintain the grades to get in without her father’s connections so real disappointed in herself she turned back to new york to study at nyu
so that’s where she’s at now ! being studious in manhattan and posting aesthetically pleasing pics of her apartment on instagram !
whenever she visits riverdale, she tends to only hang around the northside in betty’s company or she makes herself busy at the speakeasy. she rlly likes checking in n throwing big events for all her new friends ( lbr most of them probably still hate her ... i would ) to enjoy there. she hates sodale with a passion and tries not to let it bother her that people enjoy it bc they might not know but she does n avoids it with all of her might
um pop tate definitely became a close father figure for her for a while there so this is the worst trip back yet ... rip truly
so veronica is ... yk ... the rich, reformed mean girl. she lost a lot of her privilege when she left her parents, but a lot of it still lingers around her. like sometimes she’ll have very interesting or impassioned reactions to mundane things bc she was previously protected from such things in her old penthouse, other times she’ll react in a very underwhelming way to things that should really seem major bc she does come from a crime family and while she’s now trying to stay clean ... she’s witnessed n played a part in darker schemes before. anyways, she’s v charismatic n charming, mostly disgustingly friendly as long as u don’t embarrass her, she still struggles with her close relationships as a result of her family and she’s taken a few steps back on all that progress she made in season two ... but ... she’ll get there
she definitely got up to some shit before she left riverdale so i could come up with a zillion different plots just let me fckn know if ur interested ! also if ur character spends any time at all in new york ? we got so much to work with !
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I am extremely patient and trust you completely!!! ;D Happy togetherness for everybody please! :) Love these YoungRa cuties! <3 Yes, YD is making it difficult for the other noblemen, all because he and R are so madly in love with each other! If they were not a love match, expectations in the palace would not have changed much, although I would have hoped that YD would have still treated his wife differently than his father does, even if it were not a love match.
Although the king’s abuse is known inside the palace, will any of the fathers take that into consideration for their daughters in possible power plays (ie. trying to attach them to either prince)? Also, really appreciate your insight into Kyung-Ran’s intentions! Sheds light on motives and issues I haven’t thought about. Hope she succeeds in getting the girls on Rachel’s side! :)
He definitely would have treated her respectfully! Young-Do wanted to fall in love. He wants love more than anything. Even if Rachel hadn’t been such a good match for him, he would’ve struggled to do the best he could.
Which also would’ve set a higher standard. Having a king who is abusive to his family and subjects just allows other men to exercise their power that way with very little fear of repercussion. So many of the noblemen are a little lax in how they treat their wives, daughters, and female servants. The king doesn’t care, so why should they?
There are good men who care about whether or not their daughters find good husbands. The princes have pretty good reputations and so there will be some attempts to use them to further minister’s ambitions.
What a fun chapter with so many things to see! <3 R’s orphanage off the ground! Love that she puts all the nobles to actual work! Love watching our couple work together! Why was YD so nervous? The girls at court do scare him? Somehow the old fear related to his father? Still not fully comfortable with not having a mask and allowing himself to show his true feelings for R. Although he is probably glad he does not have to keep up the pretense of going to the pavilion.
Men and women have been kept incredibly separate under Dong-Wook so Young-Do doesn’t have a lot of experience with women outside of the pavilion. He also is still in that giddy new love stage with Rachel where he wants to be around her but gets shy. He also has a lot on his mind and public displays are uncomfortable for him even though, when he forgets to be nervous, they become more natural.
And girls are scary >.>
Young-Do surprising me with his progressive ideas! Not have separate courts? Queens have given him good training, but more along the lines of not using his power to hurt others like his father. Rachel is taking his views further, by actually showing him how to consider others as human beings with feelings.
Hee! It is mostly all of this but it is also the fact that Young-Do just wants to spend more time with Rachel so he might has well just bring all the men with him.
Only 18 days left (love that Young-Do is keeping such close track!)!!! Love watching the two of them together! Love watching Rachel blushing! Love that Young-Do is having so much fun making her blush! They are just so in love! <3 Yes, good for our couple to get all expectations out there in the beginning! ;) Sounds like Young-Do has been planning for their time together as newlyweds! Although, it might be Rachel who will want to keep Young-Do with her all day and night!
Aren’t they just so cute? >.>
I couldn’t find anything that specifically designates a honeymoon but Young-Do is going to make one anyway. At least for the first few days, they are not going to be coming up much for air >.>
And then the few days after that, Rachel might actually let Young-Do go >.>
Can totally see that everyone is sneaking peeks at our cute couple whenever they are together! <3 At least the beginning part of the plan, spreading their love match story, is going well! :) Hopeful the king will leave them along for now, until he gets impatient for a grandson, or unless he wants to use Young-Do as leverage in a more advantageous power play.
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Can’t really expect that HS and ES can keep their relationship a secret? How much of a worry is it though? Wouldn’t his father just expect him to marry whomever he says, and just keep sleeping with ES? I guess we don’t know enough about HS’s relationship with his father yet to know. So unfair that ES would be blamed for taking HS’s attentions from more ‘worthy’ girls! Reason HS going to the pavilion more like Myung-Soo or like Young-Do?
They are being discreet, the rumors haven’t reached his father yet, but people have noticed there is something intimate going on with them. When his father does find out, there will be some eye rolling and a reminder of his duty to their family. The big issue with Chan-Hyuk is that he wants bloodline purity and Eun-Sang cannot provide that the way Yoo-Ra or Ji-Sun can.
And Hyo-Shin’s reasons for going to the pavilion aren’t nearly as complicated at Young-Do and Myung-Soo’s. It’s a normal behavior for a nobleman, it’s expected of him, and Eun-Sang isn’t available all the time. When it comes to this, Hyo-Shin is very average.
Bo-Ah is just spouting nonsense that’s been repeated to her over the years--good wives don’t complain about the other woman, men have to be virile or something is wrong with them, and if you are accommodating towards your husband with sex, there will be no reason for him to leave the house at night.
Glad to see R being careful with ES’s situation also. Sending Yoo-Ra to give a message to HS does not give away R’s feelings towards HS and ES’s relationship. Worried for ES, that being R’s personal friend won’t be enough to protect her, specifically now that everyone knows she is holding HS’s interest. Does make me nervous that they are having sex so much! With the protections they had back then, chances of pregnancy are high, and are higher the more they do have sex!
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Do have sympathy for Yoo-Ra, and all the noblewomen in their situation. The center of their lives is who they marry and how soon they have a boy. These girls have mostly examples of women be used for sex or as bargaining chips. Without real examples of what respect and love looks like, can see how the assumption would be made that if Yoo-Ra were to become Hyo-Shin’s wife, she, with all her qualifications, would surely eclipse Eun-Sang and there would be no need for her.
Yep! All of this!
Haha (almost!) ears as handles again! Love Go Nam-Il adopting a baby girl! Impressed he knows the football hold for colicky babies! Aw, I hope we get to see this baby girl grow up! About what is the age range of these orphans? How many is this orphanage equipped to take? With the orphans, now see more of the war, which has shaped so many of the characters and circumstances in this story so far. Have a feeling it will become more front and center as our story progresses!
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So far, Rachel’s age requirement is about ages three to fourteen. She set it up to take in almost a hundred orphans and when it starts to reach capacity, she’ll build another one. She’s going to make them a necessary part of the city, by turning those that can’t get apprenticeships into messengers and spies. She’s teaching the girls how to be more than just maids so they can get accepted into large merchant or noble houses. She wants to avoid sending any of the girls into the gisaeng pavilion, which is where they might end up if they end up caught for stealing too many times.
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Day 04 - Hollywood Studios
TLDR: Hollywood Studios today. Absolutely non stop for the first five hours, attraction highlights include Frozen Sing Along, Star Tours, & Indy. Oh and some awesome guy won Toy Story Mania :P We missed Tower of Terror due to a late family lunch at a Drive In style Diner. Awesome lunch. Heavy Rain. Rain jackets on. Home. Mall. Purchased a new laptop. Missed dinner with the rest of the group, due to the aforementioned late family lunch. No appetite for dinner. Wrote today's entry on the new laptop - so. much. fastness! Good decision. End.
Hoo-ray for Hollywood!
We had to hit Hollywood Studios early for Jedi Academy registration as you can't book it in advance, which meant skipping breakfast (I really shouldn't even expect anything else, should I?). Kids managed to grab a banana but Ann and myself were good to wait, though we did receive our regular morning coffees courtesy of my parents (or their hotel rather).
Patrick loves learning about everything and has been churning out little tidbits of impressive yet totally useless facts at random intervals since we got here. So I'm introducing a new segment for the blog, Patrick's Fun Fact of the Day. So Patrick's Fun Fact of the Day for today is this:
Water is the only substance which is heavier in its liquid form than when its a solid. Hence why ice floats on water.
(Some research into this does reveal that there are a handful of other unusual substances which exhibit the same property, but I'm gonna give him this one - he's still only 10). Look out for future installments soon!
Once we reached Hollywood Studios, we made a bee-line for the Jedi Academy to register. I remember from last time that the queues and wait were massive, but this time it was much more efficient, which is no bad thing. Had a return time for late afternoon, after lunch, which meant that our morning plan (which was pretty jam-packed), was untouched.
A little light one to start us off, the Path Of the Jedi - a 10 minute video which was a compilation of some of the best bits from all the Star Wars movies. For over a thousand generations, the Jedi Knights were the guardians of peace and justice in the Old Republic. Before the dark times, before the Empire. I've seen the movies hundreds of time but hearing these opening lines from Alec Guinness, sent shivers down my spine. Then seeing Carrie Fisher as the feisty Princess Leia, only added to it. One thing I forgot to mention on the first day was Robin Williams being the sole reason for me choosing The Genie for my Magic Band. There are certain people who absence on this earth you still struggle to get your head around and reminders of them bring are always laced with a little sadness. Williams is one and Carrie Fisher is another. Seeing Princess Leia on screen is amazing and heartbreaking in equal measure. The Last Jedi is going to be a sore one for many people I think. Anyway I digress. Even my brother Michael, who has never really seen the movies (yeah I know), said they looked good and wouldn't mind watching them.
Next up, was For A First Time In Forever, a Frozen Sing Along Celebration. I might have said this before but this was the funniest thing I've seen in a long time (except those funny Buzz-feed posts about people completely misspelling words - that shit is funny, man). The two main characters, some random unknown characters, though not as unknown as the Arendelle baby (family in-joke, sorry), but their patter and puns were just brilliant, I couldn't stop laughing! The show essentially was a karaoke for (most of) the songs from Frozen and the girls, who were singing away without missing a word, loved it. Side note, this scene in the movie is my most favorite-est part ever, and its not because I fancy Elsa (though it kind of is).
And here’s a few more, including Grace & Emily singing along to the finale, which covered the whole audience in a blanket of snow :)
More Star Wars-y goodness in Star Tours, our first Fast Pass, was up next. We were all placed in the first two rows so had great seats! Prior to lifting off in our little spacecraft piloted by the Galaxy's favourite robotic duo, Threepio and R2, they select a random in the audience, who has been identified as the Rebel Spy. And Emily was selected as the Rebel Spy!!! :D Great simulator ride through Kashyyyk, Naboo & the Gungan City and wee BB8 even made an appearance. The kids were howling and screaming every time we dodged a Star Destroyer or Tie Fighter - fantastic ride. Gracie then wanted to buy a Chewie and Lightsaber in the wee shop after the ride, but as we were returning though it best to do it then, instead of carrying it about all day, she wasn't too pleased (kids can be so impatient, haha).
Indy next, and this was the Epic Stunt Spectacular lived up to its name. Not really changed in the last few decades but still a must-see. Even wee Isabella was going really excited by all the explosions and acrobatics. Pictures speak louder than words as they say, so here’s a few from today.
Stopped for a breather as it was pretty non stop since getting to the park, so the guys got some lunch while we just opted for some desserts as we had lunch booked for later in the day at Sci-fi Dine In Theater.
Reach For The Sky!
After everyone was re=energized it was time for a bit of friendly competition in our next Fast Pass: Toy Story Mania, a 3-D shooting game where points mean... well just points, so the highest one wins. I’ve been unbeaten at this for the last two trips so I was psyching myself up beforehand as there were a few new contenders on the block.
The Official Toy Story Mania Leader-board 2017
Gerry: 175400
Corrie: 144200
Michael: 137300
Ann: 128300
Kevin: 121600
Patrick: 90400 (?)
Robert: 78200
Pauline: 73600
Mum: 53600
Wullie: 53400
Alessio: 30200
Gracie: 20400
Emily: 16500
Oh looks who's top... I retain my Toy Story Crown for another year and absolutely smashed last visits score of 143,000. BOOM! Now to find somewhere to get this printed and laminated! :P Just need to continue my streak on Men In Black and Buzz Lightyear’s Space Ranger Spin and Ill have won the Treble!
We just made Beauty and the Beast Musical last show after that, and had pretty poor seats way at the back. It didn’t help that there was a big guy sitting right in front of me, blocking my or rather my camera's, vision. Great show which mirrored the animated classic (just like the live action movie, like seriously, no change or twist at all???).
Although we were right next to The Twilight Zone Tower Of Terror after existing Beauty, we had lunch booked, so unfortunately had to skip out on our last Fast Pass. Emily talked non stop about the Tower Of Terror before the holiday so she was more than excited at this point and she absolutely loved it. She was joined with Kevin, Michael, Sarah Jane and Corrie.
Attack Of The 50ft Woman!
I think the first time I seen the iconic poster for this movie was in McFly's - a bar in Coatbridge Main St, which was my first real pub growing up. Some fond memories in there, and many hazy ones. Sci-Fi Dine In Theater - this place was the real deal, Cadillacs for booths, a huge screen showing clips of 50s classics. 50's style waiters and waitresses, milkshakes, retro decor all in the style of a 50's drive in (think Jack Rabbit Slims in Pulp Fiction with a big screen). It was phenomenal and really glad we booked it, 180 days or so ago now. I went for a Reuben sandwich (awesome), Patrick, a Caprese sandwich (possibly slightly better than mine, possibly), Robert settled on a classic cheeseburger and Ann & Gracie split a rack of ribs and a stack of onion rings. Root beer all round save for me who went with a classic Cherry Coke which came topped with a cherry on top (which that wee sneak-thief Gracie snaffled while I was watching the big screen). All served by the lovely Flora. Bonus Fun Fact Of The Day from Patrick: There were 48 cars in total in the restaurant, each representing one of the 48 states in 1955 :D Our car was from California. Highly recommend this one for anyone visiting, if you like that sort of thing.
You are no Jedi.
When we exited it started raining, HARD. We all had rain jackets, including my camera bag (thank you Manfrotto, you wonderful, thoughtful camera bag maker, you). This was similar to the other night, but I supposed we were better prepared for it this time. We found out where the rest of the party was, and caught up with them. They had just came out of The Great Movie Ride, and after a quick discussion, we agreed that heading home would be the best option. We had covered most of the main rides, with only a few smaller ones remaining, so not really missing anything. Leaving meant no Jedi Training, but they call off the Academy in the event of heavy rain anyway, so we may want to catch it again on our return (you could even call it, Return Of The Jedi! Ok, Ill shut up).
We said our goodbyes (quickly) to the other party and set off from the park in a nice warm car (which is usually a bad thing, most days). We were comparing it to the day we visited Typhoon Lagoon two years ago, when it absolutely poured and it was such a vivid memory as the traffic was horrendously bad and took forever to get home. Then we ended up on Same road as typhoon lagoon, dun dun DUN! No delays this time around though, which was good.
Now Tuesday is Kids Eat Free at Miller's Alehouse and we had pre-arranged to all go there tonight, well except that I forgot that our lunch was so late at Hollywood, which meant we had not long eaten. So we dropped my mum and dad off at their hotel and said that we'd see how we felt about dinner later on.
For the past few days Id been scouring the internet look for a laptop to replace the absolute dinosaur of a machine that I brought with me. The prices in general were pretty terrific, so I'd narrowed down a few from Best Buy and we made a plan to go pick one up. We got to the shop, where we were instantly set upon by a server asking what I was looking for, I explained the particular model, and she showed them to me. She then asked what it was for and I explained it was for internet and some photo editing. She then directed me towards some laptops at double the price, saying that these ones had touchscreen and had a better processor (it actually had the same processor, but I let it go). I mean don’t get me wrong she was pleasant enough, but don’t try and sell people Office by calling it 'Microsoft' - you either don’t know your stuff or that’s just a sales tactic to trip anyone up who doesn't know any better. I got the feeling it was the later after the hard sell on everything else, which is just plain wrong.
The thing is I wasn't planning to buy a laptop over here but after seeing the prices thought it would be good idea, but I really didn't want to spend a lot on it. To put it in perspective, the one I was looking at was $449 - the same spec machine in PC World back home was 500 quid! I don’t think the assistant really knew what she was talking about in all fairness, though it didn't help with Ann calling Lightroom, LIGHTNING ROOM! Haha, it was like that sketch from The Interns where Vince Vaughn kept saying 'On The Line' instead of Online. Wee soul :P
Going out to the Mall we got stuck in traffic, which meant that going for dinner was definitely out for us. Werent particularly hunger still, so just picked up some snacks, on the way home. When I unpacked and set up the laptop (it took a while to download and install Lightning Room ;) but I was more than impressed. Example - on the first night it took over 4hrs to download around 500 images from a 16Gb memory card. This laptop took less than 10 minutes to do the same. It actually seems to run faster than my Mac at home, so might need to look into a wee upgrade in the near future. On a complete unrelated note, Ann is the most beautiful-est, prettiest girl in all the seven kingdoms... ;)
To round off today, here’s our first wee family pic from Memory Maker taken this afternoon (when it was still sunny :)
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