#ANYWAY. this was fun!! I love to yell about my story children
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Chapter 14
Summary: It's the new year! There's a new development in Reader and Wanda's friendship. Jean and Anna have a very important question for reader. And Rachel witnesses something special.
A/n: Hellllloooooo!! I hope y'all are having a good day. Anyone watch Love is Blind? Every season upsets me more than the last. Anyway, comment, like, reblog, and enjoy!
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By the time you stopped staying with Wanda, the pillow wall ceased to exist. The pair of you were comfortable enough to share the space together on the bed and not overthink it. At least that's what you told each other to be able to hold one another at night. On the Sunday that Vision was meant to come for the boys, he called Wanda early in the morning. You were confused and exhausted when you accidentally picked up the phone. Your eyes went wide when you realized that you answered the wrong phone. You quickly put it on mute and woke Wanda up. She had to put on a fake voice to try and match yours. It was a hilarious attempt and she had to hit you to get you to laugh quietly. You just climbed out of bed to use the restroom.
When you came back, Wanda had her face in her hands. You rejoined her on the bed and she leaned against you once you were settled in. “Vision extended his trip. He said he'll pick them up next Sunday. Which, I'm okay with having them longer. Of course. I love them and I mean, they love you and Rachel so I'm sure that a part of them will be okay with it. But,” she shut her eyes and shook her head as you put your arm around her. “They're going to be so disappointed. I don't even know what I can say? What do you say to a kid when their dad would rather spend the holidays with his new family?”
You frowned as you rubbed her arm. Even though you knew the question was rhetorical, you felt inclined to answer because you've been that kid before. “My mom wouldn't tell me. She wouldn't even make an excuse on his behalf. She would just distract me with so much fun that I wouldn't even know how long it was until I finally did see my dad.”
“Do you think that will work?” She rubbed her finger under her nose. You laughed lightly as you shook your head.
“No, definitely not. Those kids are too smart for that. But, I think I do know something that might work,” you began to remind her of the night before when the boys were bummed by the idea that they had to go with their father because they wanted to stay and have fun with Rachel. “Just say that you asked Vision to let you have the boys a little bit longer and he agreed to let them stay until school starts again.”
And she took your advice, while you were in the shower, she went to the boys room and told them exactly what you suggested. They were so happy and they hugged her so tight she almost felt guilty lying to them. One of the hardest lessons she learned about being a parent was accepting that she did in fact have to lie to her children on occasion. She already had to tell them that she asked to have Christmas with them and they accepted that because Rachel was still in the hospital at the time and they knew their dad wouldn't take them to visit her. They were confused when they spent time with their dad's side of the family and he wasn't there but they had so much fun with their uncle Tony that it didn't matter. He chased them around and wrestled with them when Vision would have yelled at them for running and he would have punished them for playing around so much.
The twins loved their dad but they didn't miss him.
Wanda hosted a New Year’s Eve party that included her mom, the Starks, her brother and his family, plus her friends. You got to invite your friends, Steve and his partner Peggy, the new guy on the job site Thor, and Darcy. A girl you met on a dating app one time and the two of you decided to be friends after. It was rare for her to be in town because she is a political science major who is interning for doctor Jane Foster while she worked on getting her own doctorate. The internship had her traveling a lot. She brought Jane with her because she claimed that the woman was a shut-in. But with the way she almost instantly gravitated to Thor, you couldn't tell.
You also invited Bucky, another work friend, and he brought a girl he'd started seeing a couple of months prior. A woman named Natasha. When she entered the house she appeared to be on edge. So did Wanda at first, you figured you'd have to ask her about it when you got the chance. After a bit, they both relaxed.
Of course, Anna and Jean were in attendance as well. They kept wanting to tease you about co-hosting but with so many of your co-workers and your boss being there, they let it slide. You acted as a guest and the kids knew not to mention the living arrangement.
“So, who are you kissing at midnight?” Darcy asks as she joins you outside on the patio. You needed a break from the party and it was a nice night despite the low temperature. “Me or the hostess?” She smirks then takes a sip from her blue disposable cup.
You shake your head as you drink from your cup. “I’m not kissing anyone at midnight.” The kids were all in the boys room and you’d hate for them to run down the stairs and confuse them because you and Wanda kissed. They were already confused because one of the nights, Billy came running in from having a nightmare and caught you in the bed. Up until then, you and Wanda were telling them that you were sleeping on the couch. You got away with telling Billy that you also had a nightmare and he seemed to have bought the excuse as he climbed in and created space between you and Wanda so that he could snuggle with his mom.
“Oh come on, that’s no fun,” Darcy nudges you. “Tell you what, I’ll kiss Agatha so you’ll have to kiss Wanda.”
You narrow your eyes, “You just want to kiss Agatha.”
She made a face as she laughed, “No, I just want you to kiss Wanda.”
“How much money is involved,” you ask, knowing the people that are inside. Darcy tries to deny that there’s a bet circulating around the party and eventually gives up. You look inside of the house through the windows on the doors and watch Wanda laugh as something her sister-in-law says. Things weren’t complicated with her but you were constantly afraid that they would become complicated. “I’m not kissing her so that you and whoever else is involved can win a bet.”
“Pietro was the one who started it so,” she takes another drink, “do you really want your boss to lose.” The look she gives you confirms your unspoken question of which side of the bet Pietro was on. You couldn’t believe that he bet that you would kiss his sister at midnight. You shake your head again and finish what’s left in your cup.
“I need another drink,” you say as you get up from your seat and walk inside. Instead of refilling your cup, you toss it into the trash. Your eyes keep finding Wanda in the small crowd as you move about the gathering talking with the different people there. You liked getting to know Tony Stark but her laugh kept grabbing your attention. One of the times she catches your gaze and mouths a hello with a cute smile. You smile back and mouth, “Hey.”
As it got closer to the countdown to midnight, you walked upstairs to check on the kids. All of them had made themselves comfortable either on a bed or on the floor. Luna and Rachel have taken the beds, the twins and Agatha’s son are on the floor. The tv was left playing a movie and you carefully turn it off since all of them are asleep. You put blankets over the three boys and tuck the girls into the beds a bit more. You don’t realize that Wanda is watching you until you look up to leave the room. You smile as you stand in the room of sleeping children and strategically step around them to avoid waking them up.
You leave the door open a crack once you step out into the hallway, “I can move the girls out of the room in a little bit.” You whisper as you step closer to her. “I’m buzzed right now and would hate to drop any of them,” the truth is, you’d hate to wake any of them right now.
Wanda looks at you with admiration as she continues to smile, “It’s okay. I think they’ll be fine for the night. I um, I actually wanted to warn you about something.”
“There’s a bet on whether or not we’ll kiss tonight?” Wanda nods to confirm that’s what she was going to talk to you about. “What do you think about it?”
She shrugs, “I think if we do, it wouldn’t be a big deal. It’s not like we haven’t before.” You nod.
“But?” You anticipate.
“But, I don’t want my brother to win,” she says mischievously. “Have you heard what side he’s on?” She asks and this might be the only time in your life that you don’t regret lying when you shake your head. The two of you walk down the stairs as you hear everyone counting down.
“How are the kiddos?” Pietro asks as the countdown continues.
“They’re all knocked out,” you inform him. He nods and is pulled in closer by his wife as they get to ten. You look around to find Jane and Thor gazing at one another, nine. Tony and his fiance, Pepper are holding each other close, eight. Agatha and Darcy each have an arm around each other's necks as they both face the television, seven. Mrs. Maximoff is sitting on the sofa with a big grin as she counts down, six. Howard is next to her with his head tilted back as he snores loudly and his wife Maria is next to him counting with a martini glass in her hand, five. Carol is kissing Val each second that is announced, four. Natasha is sitting on Bucky’s lap while he sits on the recliner with her arm around his neck and his around her waist, three. Jean and Anna pull each other closer as they prepare to end the count down, two. That leaves you standing close to Wanda, one.
“Happy New Year!” Everyone cheers as the countdown on the television concludes and they each exchange a kiss with their partners. You keep your hands yourself as you give Wanda an innocent chaste kiss on the lips. It’s quick, you’re not sure if anyone caught it. She smiles as she moves closer to her mom and kisses her on the cheek as she wishes her a happy new year.
“Awe boo!” Darcy says as she digs for cash out of her pockets. The others that bet on you and Wanda sharing a kiss toss their money in the decorative bowl at the center of the coffee table. You wink at Wanda as Pietro shakes his head and puts money in the bowl. Wanda’s eyes widen ever so slightly before she continues to play dumb about the bet. The both of you fake being upset and make it clear that whatever is between the two of you is purely platonic.
From the top of the stairs, Rachel hobbles back to Tommy and Billy’s room to hide the fact that she saw the whole thing.
When Sunday comes back around, you get up early to get packed. School starts again on Monday so that meant you and Rachel didn’t need to stay with Wanda anymore. It sucks because you wish that you could have an excuse to be here longer but seeing as none of the kids will be in the house in the upcoming week, there isn’t a reason for you to stay.
You hug the boys and thank them for being so helpful with Rachel as you say goodbye. They each give you a tight hug before running off to get ready for their dad to pick them up. Wanda called him early to confirm that he will be here for them in the afternoon. He sounded annoyed and convinced her to drop them off at his house since he was recovering from his trip.
Wanda pulls you into a warm embrace to say goodbye for the time being. You’ve had to resist kissing her the entire week. You wished that you hadn’t done it on New Year’s Eve. She didn’t make it easy either. Too many times the two of you ended up too close to each other. Wanda was getting frustrated that you weren’t getting the signals that she wanted something more from you.
When the pair of you pull back from this hug, you and Wanda hold eye contact for a moment. Both of you are considering leaning towards each other. That is, until Tommy and Billy start shouting at each other. Wanda sighs and steps out of your arms. “I’ll text you later,” you say as you grab your bag to take to the car. Rachel and her bags are already in your truck.
You help your daughter out of the truck when you arrive at her mom's house and you only take one of her bags inside since you need to keep the rest at your apartment. Jean and Anna give you weird looks when you're inside and you're curious as to why but you don't question it. “I'll see you guys next Sunday,” you say as you're about to leave.
“Hold on,” Anna says as she grabs your arm to stop you. “Can you um…” her words seem to fail her.
“Do you mind staying for tea,” Jean finishes for her. You look between the two of them and notice that something is up with them. You fear that they're about to tell you that their marriage is over so you nod and allow Jean to drag you over to the living room. “So, we wanted to thank you for giving us some extra time to ourselves.”
“Okay,” you drag out as you eye her carefully. “What's going on?”
Jean gives you a nervous smile, “Just wait for the tea. Okay?” You nod and sit quietly. There's an awkward tension looming in the atmosphere. You were worried about what they're going to tell you and they are nervous to ask you something very important to them.
Anna comes in with a tray of three steaming mugs a few minutes later. “You haven't asked them yet, right?” Jean shakes her head as she waits for her wife to get settled. You accept your cup of tea with a close mouth smile and nod.
“Okay,” Jean starts as she sets her mug down. “Anna and I were wondering if you'd consider making another baby,” you’re about to laugh considering you just went through a break up, “with me?” She concludes. You spit your tea out at the absurd question. “I should have waited for you to swallow,” Jean says as she gets up to grab a dish towel to clean up the mess but Anna pulls her back down.
“Are you crazy?” You ask as you set the tea back onto the tray. “You tell me that you can barely afford Rachel and you want to add a newborn to your expenses?” You shout in a whisper. You don't want Rachel to get curious and walk in and get excited about having another sibling.
“Listen, we talked about that. With the budgets the three of us have come up with-”
“And the GoFundMe!” Anna chimes in.
“Yes, and the GoFundMe that we set-up for the medical bills, I think we'll be able to get that covered. And it takes nine months to make the baby. Anna and I can get to a better place financially in nine months,” Jean explains.
“Can you?” You nearly shout out loud. “Look, it's not just nine months of you growing a person. It's doctors appointments, it's prenatal vitamins, it's baby clothes and toys and furniture. We got rid of all that stuff a long time ago. It's not like you have hand-me-downs.” With your pointer finger, you tap the fingers on your other hand as you list the reasons. “Not to mention how expensive IVF can be.”
Jean and Anna share a look, “We weren't thinking about doing this through IVF. It's safer and more cost efficient to go the more natural route.” Anna is the one to suggest this.
You stick your neck out and slowly blink as you widen your eyes. You cannot believe what you're hearing. “You really just suggested that I fuck your wife?”
“You don't have to be so crude about it,” Anna chides. “I plan on being present and it wouldn't be wrong for you to fornicate with my wife. It's purely for reproductive purposes.” You cringe at the medical terms she uses to describe the act she is asking of you. It makes you want to throw up. “I don't understand what is so difficult about it, you've done it with her before.”
You slowly close your hands into fists, not because you intend to use them but because air was the only thing you could grasp without hurting yourself. “I was in love, we were in love. Rachel was created from love.”
“And this baby would be too,” Jean argues. “We care deeply about each other, Y/n.” She tries to take one of your hands in hers but you recoil, disgusted by the touch you once found comforting.
You shake your head, “That's not the same and you know it.” You take a few breaths to calm down before you get too worked up and as your mind clears from the shock, you are able to come up with a reasonable argument. “You two might be ready to have another kid, but I'm not ready. I can't take that on financially or even emotionally right now. Besides, there is so much that happens during their first few developing years that I wouldn't want to miss when passing them back and forth.” They share another look and you already know they've thought about a crazy solution to that. You're starting to think you should just leave.
“Well, we were thinking that you don't have any parental rights to this one. So that we can have a kid that's ours full time. We really want a baby that we can raise together that's just ours and we chose you to help us with that.” You scowl at this, they're actually asking you to not be present in the life of a child that you're supposed to help bring into this world. You couldn't believe it. “If you think about it, we can't have kids on our own and I really want Rachel to have a sibling that comes from both of us. You've said it yourself, half siblings aren't the sa-”
“Don’t even. I was a kid when I said that! I would never say that now. I love Kate,” you interrupt. “She is my sister.”
“Okay, fine, whatever. You still felt that way at one point,” Jean snaps, annoyed by your lack of support. “You can go off and have as many kids as you want with whoever you want. We only have so much time to do this and we used to talk about having another kid.” Jean tries hard to convince you that this is a good idea but it only sounds more and more bizarre.
“When we were together,” you remind her as if she was an idiot. At this point, you're starting to wonder. “Those plans disappeared the second we signed the divorce papers.” You look between the women that you have tried again and again to support and defend. When Jean introduced Anna to her parents, they weren't accepting of the relationship at all. It took you the better part of a year to get her parents to tolerate the relationship. They still held out hope that you and their daughter would reunite at some point. They knew a few couples that split up only to marry each other again a few years later. Then came the wedding last February, Jean's family didn't want to attend because they didn't want to believe it was happening. You made sure they came.
Now here they are, asking more out of you. With what return? What do you get out of this other than a few traumatic nights and a child you won't be allowed to raise but know is part of you? Then you think about Rachel and how when she would play with her baby dolls, they weren't ever her children. They were her siblings. You've had many talks with her in the past about why she doesn't have any siblings and she has expressed how she doesn't want to be an only child. You put your face in your hands as you realize that she's already ten and she'll be eleven soon enough. You had thought your eight year age gap between you and Kate was pretty big, and when you thought about having kids you always saw yourself having kids with small age gaps. That was until you had Rachel at seventeen.
“We're not expecting an answer now,” Jean finally says. “Just please, consider it before you say no.”
You sigh as you can't believe that you're actually going to think this over. “Okay,” you rise and walk out of the house. You drive to the nearest liquor store, the one you met Wanda at and buy a couple of bottles of the vodka she had suggested. As soon as you got home, you drank until you passed out to forget about the asinine request.
You overworked yourself all week, being the first one on site and the last one to leave. Someone needs to be focused on paying off those medical bills and not trying to rack up more of them. The work keeps you from thinking about what Jean and Anna asked. You couldn't believe that is a real idea they discussed and thought was okay to run by you. When you got home, you had a bottle of vodka with a side of instant noodles.
On Friday, your coworkers, Bucky and Thor, ask that you join them on a night out and you accept. You invite Steve as well because Bucky took a liking to him but wasn't sure if he could invite the guy himself. You thought it was funny that he was being weird about it but you didn't catch how flustered he was when you informed him that Steve accepted the invite. Then Thor requested that you invite Darcy and her friend. He tried to play coy but you know that he really liked Jane. He was just the idiot that forgot to call her the next day. He claimed that he waited too long and now he needed your help. You didn't mind extending it, he was a decent guy from what you've gathered.
A couple of hours later and you're drunk enough to start spilling your guts. Starting with how much you miss Daisy before getting into the real problem. Jean and Anna's request. Shocking everyone at the booth. The guys all agree that you shouldn't do it but Darcy plays devil's advocate and says that she knows someone that could help at no cost at all because they owed her a favor. “It's not just the sex that's the problem, Darcy,” you try to explain. “I can't just pretend it's not my kid. If I were someone that didn't mind that kind of thing, sure, I'd do it. But I'm not that person, I would want involvement.”
She puts her hand on your back and rubs soothing circles. It would be comforting if it wasn't her touch. You begin to yearn for Wanda’s touch again. You didn't realize how much you missed it. There is a loud group of people that are being disruptive and it puts you in a bad mood as you start to miss the Hub being your go to. You doubt Phil would let you step into that building ever again.
“Anyone want more? I'll get the next round,” you stand up even though you barely can and Darcy takes notice as she quickly joins you. Buck and Steve have engrossed themselves in a separate conversation. Jane and Thor were practically eating each other's faces. She gave him the cold shoulder when she arrived but he was able to crash through her walls pretty quickly.
While you wait at the bar for the drinks, someone falls against Darcy and she complains about her arm hurting. That triggers something protective in you and you grab the person to try and get them to apologize. They spit in your face and you shove them. Your friends are quick to escort you out of the bar before you get into something you'll regret.
“Give me your phone,” Darcy says as she digs through your pockets.
“Hey, that's my phone,” you try to grab it but you're really out of it. Bucky and Steve are both holding you up, they didn't realize that you had drank so much. They exchanged worried glances as they held onto you. Thor and Jane were busy trying to calm the person you pushed.
Wanda’s week was quite uneventful. She worked quietly on the project she was assigned. With the spare time she has in her day, she worked on her passion project. The dream house she one day hoped to build on a land she's trying to buy now. She doesn't want to continue to be limited by this house. The house that's so full of nightmares. There were good memories here, like the boys learning how to crawl and eventually walk, but it wasn't enough to erase the negative energy that has embedded itself within the walls like black mold.
She was planning on inviting her girls over on Friday but she really only wanted to be hanging out with you. Because of that feeling, she invited someone to sleep with instead. She needed to get you out of her head. You were starting to consume her every thought. Even when she worked on the plans for her dream house. Would Y/n like this much natural light if I add this wall of windows? Wouldn't they like a woodworking space, like my father had? Maybe Rachel needs a room… she dropped her pencil and scrapped the paper. She didn't need to be thinking about that.
Wanda was kicking the girl, Jessica, that she had over when her phone started ringing. Her heart jumped at the goofy picture of you with the caller ID that you had set, covering her screen. “Hey you,” she greets as she shuts the door. “What's up?”
“Wanda, keep it in your pants.” Wanda moves the phone from her face as she doesn't recognize the voice. It was still your contact information. “This is Darcy. We met last week,” she says with an urgency. This gets Wanda’s heart to race with worry.
“What's wrong with Y/n? Why are you calling me from their phone?” She asks as she searches for her keys. Ready to be driving to the hospital.
“They're fine for the most part. I think.” She goes quiet for a second. “Look, they're really wasted and I was wondering if you could pick them up?” Darcy asks nervously. “No stop! Hey! Y/n, don't do that! Steve, Bucky, get them!” Darcy shouts away from the phone but Wanda can hear everything she says. Wanda shakes her head. So far she hadn't known you to be the drunk type. She'd seen you have a few drinks and get a buzz but she hasn't seen you in such a state that your friends have had to parent you.
Wanda sighs, “Text me the location. I'll be there as soon as I can.”
“Okay, thank you,” Darcy sounds distracted. “Damnit, Y/n, why do you have a flask! Stop drinking!” Is the last thing Wanda hears before the call drops. She sits in her car for a few minutes before she receives the text of the location. It was a bar close to her house and she was there in no time at all. She doesn't even have to get out of the car to help you inside because Steve and Bucky shove you into the front seat.
“Wanda!” You say happily as you realize whose car you've been dumped into. Your eyes are closed but you recognize the scent you had been wrapped up in for two weeks. “Where's Wanda? I want to say hi,” you mutter as you start to get sleepy.
“Here's their phone,” Darcy says as she stands at Wanda's side of the car. “Don't let them call or text anyone. They're going through something with the ex and you have to make sure that they don't say something they'll regret.”
Wanda is confused, “What happened between Y/n and Daisy?”
“Oh no, honey,” Darcy smiles, “Not that ex. This is baby momma drama. You'll have to ask Y/n about that one in the morning. It's not my place to go into the details.”
Wanda nods in acknowledgement. “Thank you for calling me. Does anyone else need a ride, I'd be happy to -”
“Nope, we're good. Just focus on Y/n. Maybe try to get some water in them.” Darcy taps the car. “Good luck,” she waves as she rejoins the group on the sidewalk. Wanda drives you back to her house and helps get you inside. She didn't realize how heavy you could be when you're not holding your weight yourself. But she manages.
“I’m sorry I drank too much, Wanda,” you mutter as you lean against her on the sofa. She was trying to get you to drink some water before she attempted to move you up the stairs.
“That's okay, just drink this now,” she says as she puts the plastic cup against your lips. You take a sip and nearly spit it out as you show your disgust.
“Poison,” you exclaim. “Gah, what is that? It's awful,” you say as you lean away from it.
“It's water,” she leans closer to you. “Drink it!” She demands.
You make a face and take the cup and chug the whole thing. “I think my body is rejecting it. I need to chase it down with something. Do you have any vodka?” You complain and Wanda shakes her head.
“What did Jean do to you?” Wanda asks herself and you laugh maniacally when you catch her name.
“She wants my baby,” you answer. And Wanda is concerned that there is going to be some sort of custody battle. She can't think of why there would be. Unless Jean has a better job opportunity somewhere else.
“She can't take Rachel from you,” Wanda says as she gets up to refill the cup.
“Not that baby!” You shout. “My other baby. Er. A new one. She wants a new one and she doesn't want me to have it.” Wanda relaxes a bit, still confused but at least it's not something that will necessarily disrupt Rachel’s life. She walks over and claims the cup of water is vodka. You drink it as if it was the first drink you’d ever had in your life. “That’s the good stuff right there, what’s that brand?”
She is standing in front of you as she waits for you to finish the beverage. “I’ll tell you in the morning so that you don’t forget.” When you’re don’t she reaches for the cup and instead of handing it over, you grab her by the wrist and pull her to land on top of you. She tries to push herself up but you catch her lips in a sloppy kiss. “What are you doing?” She whispers as she pulls away.
“Something I should have done a long time ago,” you reply.
She shakes her head, “You’re drunk.”
“So?” You ask as you try to kiss her again. This time she is able to slip out of your grasp.
“So, this isn’t happening,” Wanda doesn’t go into how she’d be taking advantage of you since you’re so wasted and she hasn’t had a drop of alcohol all week. She doesn’t remind you of why you rejected her before or mention that she refuses to be a rebound for you. “Let's get you to bed,” she says as she lifts you up by your arm. You shake your head, disappointed by the rejection but comply.
You're a little wobbly as you walk up the stairs. Wanda is closely behind you to ensure your safe ascent. You stop in front of her open bedroom door. Uncertain if she wants you to stay with her. But you decide that it's not her decision to make. So you move to the guest room. Wanda doesn't argue as she collects a bottle of painkillers and fills the cup again. She leaves the items on the nightstand beside you. You fell asleep the second your head hit the pillow. You snored softly and Wanda was surprised because you never snored during the time you stayed with her.
“I'll see you in the morning,” she says while she flips the light switch off and shuts the bedroom door. Wanda grabs the pillow that smells like you out of her closet and sets it on her bed before she gets in her pajamas. She crawls into bed and clutches the pillow to her chest as she inhales your scent in order to fall asleep.
Chapter 15
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HIII i was scrolling through ig and i came across this video and i immediately thought of aaron when he's away from a case and then reader and their kids facetime him AAAAAAA IT'S SO CUTE I LOVE DAD!AARON SM🥰🥰💗💗 (also im new to the fandom and this is my first time requesting and i love your stories sm anyways have a nice day/evening ahead!) https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cv-QhCIAx7R/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
Missing You
Warnings: Mentions of cases, a little sad stuff because he can't be home :(, much fluff and happy stuff 🥰, not proofread, let me know if I missed anything<3
Word count: 943
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader
A/n: Hi darling! Thank you so much for coming to me with your first request 🥹🫶. I hope you like it 🥰. That video was so adorable by the way and Aaron would definitely do that 😭 I love our man 🥹.
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Whenever Aaron is away on a case you all miss him dearly just as he misses you. He does his best to keep in contact with you throughout his day and then before the kiddos go to bed he tries to make sure he can facetime you all before they go to sleep.
The little Hotchner bugs are always excited when they get to see their dad even if it's only over a video call. He still manages to make it fun for all of you even if he can't actually be there. It's always a nice way to end his day. It's more than just missing you all but he also needs to make sure his little family is okay. Especially if it's a case involving kids. He always calls more when children are involved.
"Daddy's calling! Answer it answer it!" Your little girl is yelling excitedly when Aaron's contact pops up and you immediately press the answer button. When his face shows on the screen you smile and wave at him before the little Hotchner bugs steal the device from you, not that you mind.
"Daddy! Look look! I made this for you for when you come back home!" Little girl Hotchner holds up a drawing she had made earlier that day. It's the four of you, or at least it's supposed to be. It's really just four colourful blobs. One is you, another is Aaron, and the other two are her and Jack.
"And I made this for you in school!" Jack shows Aaron his own art piece which is definitely easier to make out but both are equally loved by you and Aaron.
"Those are both beautiful! They should be in an art museum." Aaron smiles big and it warms your heart.
You all tell Aaron about how your day went and he listens with that same grin as his little bugs ramble on and on happily. Jack's sister tends to go off topic more often than not but Aaron doesn't mind. Neither of you do. He's just happy to hear their voices and see their faces.
"Daddy what happened! You look like a kitty!" Your little girl exclaims when the face of an animated cat covers Aaron's and moves when he turns his head or talks. You're giggling as he talks to them and pretends not to know what they're talking about. Then it turns to a dog and Jack laughs as your little girl gets a confused, but joyful expression on her face.
"Daddy, can you do a T-rex? Please?" Jack asked as he looks at the screen in front of you all.
"Oh no. What's that sound?" You can hear what you think is Aaron imitating a dinosaur and then the dog face goes away and is replaced by Jack's request.
"Rawr!" All three of you giggle when you see it and you hear Aaron's big laugh come through the speaker and your heart flutters at the sound. You miss him but you understand he can't be there as much as you all wish he could and that's why you always make as much time for things like this as you all can when he's away. It's important to all of you that you spend time together even if it's just a video call. It's still special to all of you.
Eventually you have to end the call because the little loves need to go to sleep, everyone is disappointed and they both bed for five more minutes. Of course you give in. They miss Aaron and you won't deny them that time with him as long as it's not insanely late and as long as he doesn't need to leave so he can work.
After the five minutes is up, Aaron tells them it's time for bed and they both frown but nod in understanding.
"I miss you all and I love you. I want you both to be good for your mother, okay? I should be home in a couple of days and then we can do whatever you want. How does that sound?" He smiles at the end and they both cheer up and nod eagerly.
After you all say goodbye and hang up you don't get them ready to go to sleep right away. Instead you all make a little video telling Aaron you love him and saying good night then send it to him. You know he feels a little down when you have to end the call and you want him to have something to bring his spirits up a little bit.
That's when you finally get the Hotchner babes ready and give them their nightly forehead kiss good night. You always give them both two kisses each when Aaron is away. One from you and one from him. Which they both return to you. One for you and one for their dad.
It's hard to be away from Aaron but you know it's even harder for him. When he's away you still have the little ones. It always makes you sad so you're constantly sending him photos and videos of you and your sweethearts so he still has some of the feeling of being home. It helps him get through those rough cases and he saves every single memory you send him.
When he finally gets home he's been so kept up with everything from the calls and messages that it almost feels like he wasn't even away. You make sure to keep him well informed on all three of you so he doesn't feel like he's missing out as much and he's incredibly grateful to you for it.
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from a cat into a dog
IM SORRY IF THE ENDING SUCKS AUGHHHH
part two of my last story here
c/w: she/her pronouns, implied child experimenting/employee experimenting ig, bigger bodies initiative snatches five kids and two adults (not clickbait), rushed ending
I tired my best to included the kids before they got turned into the smiling critters but AUGHHH
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everyday was the same routine: wake up at six in the morning, freshen up, put on her work uniform, stick a breakfast sandwich in her mouth, kiss her mom goodbye, make her way to work, and get into the parking lot of playtime co. at around 6:45.
she wishes the playcare was more easily accessible, going from the toy train to the cart-ride while listening to the same automated introduction to playcare was starting to become irritating.
she basically had that whole thing memorized by now.
she sits in the trolly seat, looking out the tinted windows to the vast emptiness of the underground around them. why would they built this whole thing underground anyway? she even heard one employee share the same thought as her, she wonders if these kids even know of the outside world anyways.
these past few weeks have been the same, except a lot more children seemed to get adopted more. which is weird because she and the other employees around her never gotten informed when each kid would be picked up.
what’s even more weirder was that the kids never talked about getting adopted either. and these kids could not keep anything a secret.
even when she had to keep up with the rules of not interacting with the children, they just seemed to tell her and the other caretakers nearly everything that happened in their secluded lifestyle.
timothy was one of them. a hyper kid, always seemed to be getting some bumps or bruises (she started keeping a package of bandages after the third time he scrapped his knee), and never knew how to keep a secret.
he would run to of her, stop suddenly and give his one missing tooth smile, and point to some random kid saying, “they have a crush on that kid!” and run off with some other kids chasing after him, yelling incoherent nonsense about how he’s a ‘tattletale’ or something like that.
it was funny to watch, she would give a small smile as she watched the boys play fight, the girls act out some fairytale adventure, or some of the more reclusive kids either draw or play with toys to themselves.
timothy played with this girl, layla, who was just as hyperactive as he was. she was one of the rougher girls, but she loved secretly playing dress up with a few of her dolls she had in her shared room.
she remembered the little freckled girl pointing at her when she told her that ‘tippity top secret’, her cheeks puffed out and saying she better not tell anyone about her ‘soft side’.
kids were funny in many ways.
she remembered timothy sulking a bit when layla was adopted, pouting and sitting on the fake grass.
they hung out almost everyday, it was pretty sad to see him so bummed out over losing his best friend. she managed to sneakily talk to him about it, giving him words of comfort on how he’ll probably see her real soon.
that slightly made him perk up, especially when she slipped a small candy to him and put a finger to her mouth in a shushing motion. he giggled and gave his little grin, “maybe when I get adopted, me and layla can play all day long again!”
she hoped that was the case, as three days later, timothy was gone from the playcare.
she can’t help but feel a jab in her heart when the kids she talks to leave to get adopted. they were all so sweet and fun to watch and talk too.
especially two little girls who took decided they wanted to sit where she was watching the kids play.
delilah was this shy girl who spent most of her time drawing with markers, glitter, crayons and colored pencils. she would sit in the same spot theo sat before he left, silently drawing or politely asking for more colors.
the next girl was sophie, and that kid was a hugger. she would come to her everyday, her braids having different colorful clips then before, and give her leg a big hug.
she would babble on and on about how her school day was, seemingly never ending as the kid always had something to talk about. she would pick at the jewelry on the caretakers hands, asking where she had got it from and if she could get her one like that.
sophie would also talk to delilah too, and would join her on drawing whatever their little hearts desired.
the day delilah ran to her with pure excitement, was the same day she was destined to leave the playcare.
she was the only one that told the playcare employee that she was getting adopted. she excitedly talked the whole time she was there, explaining on how lovely the couple sounded when she heard of them. that was probably the most she ever heard her talk.
after delilah left, sophie hung around her a lot more, becoming more clingy when she had to leave.
she had to always reassure her that she was going to come back the next day. even when the kid latched onto her leg like a koala, she couldn’t fight back the smile on her lips.
sophie would always make her pinky swear she was going to come back. children and their ways of reassurance was always so cute.
she would lock pinkies with her, shaking them and giving the same repeated promise. sophie would look at her for a second, before smiling and hugging her tightly, saying how she can’t wait to see her the next day.
was this becoming a pattern?
each kid she interacted with was gone in the same couple of weeks. she was teased a bit by her other employees that she was cursed, but she jabbed back with how they were all in better homes anyway.
she remembers the last one, she never interacted with her as much as the other kids, but the girl was always holding some type of snack in her hands.
little percilla was always eating something, an apple, pb & j, she would always have some type of food on her face.
each of those kids had their own distinct personalities, and each made her heart ache even more when she never sees them in the playcare.
she gives a small sigh, the underground outside the windows no longer fascinating as it was the first three times.
the five minute way there felt like forever, the carts top speed seemed like five miles, so she decided to check her little phone for any new messages.
a few texts from her friends, her mom asking what should they eat for dinner, and exactly none from jean since two weeks ago.
she didn’t know why it hurt when jean stopped messaging her. maybe that new promotion took up all of his time? she didn’t see much of sean either, so she guessed that could be the case.
she didn’t want to bombard him with messages either, so she hadn’t text back since the last text he sent her.
she closed the phone and puts it in her pocket once he heard the end of the automatic announcement that played in the cart, the ride coming to a full stop.
she gets up and stretched her body, stepping out into the playcare as she makes her way to the consolers office to check in. the playcare was empty, except for a few employees here and there. the kids must be asleep still.
she pushes a strand of hair back, fixing any wrinkles in her clothes and pushes forth, hopefully to get some work done before she has to be out to watch the-
“Hello there!” that scream definitely didn’t come from her, that was definitely someone else.
she spun around to see who decided on scaring the ever living life out of her, but she was met with twelve feet of-what is that?
she stumbled back, nearly losing her footing and quickly regaining it, hands gripping her chest to calm herself as she looked up at the face.
the orange dog bent down slightly, a friendly smile on his face, “woah there, friend, I didn’t mean to knock you off your feet,” he spoke, the young women pushing her hair out of her face and sputtering out, “dog…..dogday?” she whispered, blinking in confusion.
she could see out of the corner of her eye his tail wagging, “yeah! that’s me! it’s nice to meet you….?” he drags out the sentence, waiting for her to finish with her name.
she stays silent with a confused look on her face before stuttering out her name.
he repeats it with joy, grabbing her hand and shaking it with excitement, “oh it’s so nice to meet you! I’ve just about said hi to every employee here and I’ve gotta say, you look amazing on this fine day-“ she let the dog ramble on while continuing to shake her hand, still staring at him in amazement.
the main question ringing in her mind: ‘how?’
and the other one: ‘why?’
she wasn’t unaware of elliot ludwigs determined goal to make the best toys, but even then….this seemed out of the realm of possibility for anyone to achieve.
the giant hand that shook hers felt soft, plush, and almost humanly warm. he even spoke so much like a person, making her think this was some guy in a suit.
but why was he so tall? he stands taller then everyone in this place! and the tail wagging behind him just made it so….realistic.
after about a full two minutes of handshaking and rambling, dogday finally let’s go of her hand (which her whole arm is now numb at that point) and waved a hand in front of her face.
“hello? you still in there, friend?” he asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.
she blinked once, before clearing her throat, “uh…..barely.” she spoke, rubbing her arm as she backs away, “I…..gotta clock in.”
the hound tilts his head, before walking with her, “I’ll tag along, I’m not technically supposed to be out here anyway,” he waved his hand around nonchalantly, “but I wanted to say hi to everyone before the kids wake up.” he gave his cartoony smile.
she shook her head, giving him an awkward grin, “oh no, it’s fine, you can do-“
a large, purple tail wrapped around her legs, going softly around before she was face to legs with another 12 foot animal.
catnap, she remembered the name, looked down at her with a silent stare, tilting his head to look at her.
he pressed his face near hers, giving it a sniff before pulling away, and turning towards the orange dog.
“catnap! I’ve seen you met my new friend!” he exclaimed, tail seemingly wagging faster. the purple cat stayed silent for a moment, before nudging his head in a different direction.
a playful groan came from dogday, “come on, I was just trying to walk my friend to the office to get checked in!” he pressed his big hand to his chest, playfully puffing or out, “as the leader, it’s my duty to greet and help anyone I come across.”
catnap just tilts his head, still not saying anything as his tail moves to press him towards the direction he came from.
she watched as he had a one way conversation with the cat, giving them an awkward laugh as she waved her hand, “it’s fine, really, you guys should go, don’t…..want to get in trouble do you?”
they both turned towards her, both in silence before dogday nods, “only if you say so, friend” he smiles and waved at her, “I’ll see you in a bit, then!” he turned to walk away, his tail still wagging happily behind him.
catnap lingered on for a moment, staring at her silently.
she smiled and waved at him, “I’ll see you in a bit too, catnap.”
she turned to walk towards the counselors office, glancing at the time and noticing the kids will be awake in ten minutes. well, the paper work was going to have to wait then.
watching as she walked into the office, catnap stared at the spot she was at for a moment longer.
he then stretched his back, and turned around were his orange friend walked to wait for the kids to wake up.
#dogday poppy playtime#poppy playtime#catnap poppy playtime#dogday#catnap#poppy playtime chapter 3#x reader#x female reader#ppt x reader
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(warning i do not understand how tumblr works i have been on here for like two months and gathered absolutely nothing so i apologize if i did something wrong with like tags and the like? also i think i kind of sound like a youth pastor towards the end of this but it’s okay i do what i want. anyways)
greetings marble hornets fanbase i just have some (long) thoughts to share on tim and alex :) i have some Mental Health Hot Takes that are not worded well because i wrote this at one in the morning but feel free to read anyways. also i know that the marble hornets mental illness allegory conversation has been done to death but please let me throw in my two cents i am just a little guy and i even said please
in all my six long years traversing the Deep Dark Depths of the marble hornets fanbase, i’ve never been all that interested in exploring any kind of close relationship between alex and tim within the story-- i think 2006 alex comes off as a bit desperate and overbearing, and i think that would have made 2006 tim a little too anxious to attempt to get close to him. it’s just interesting to think that they wouldn’t quite fit together at the only point in their lives where they would have had the chance.
their position in the overall story as narrative foils to one another, however........... now that’s a tasty character dynamic if i do say so myself :) although essentially all of season three revolves around the conflicts between people as they react to the mental illness metaphor operator in their own Fun And Unique ways, alex and tim are undoubtedly the poster children of this concept. both of them begin dealing with almost identical issues, and their reactions to these issues shape their individual narratives in completely opposite directions. i was thinking about it while listening to the podcast great, more tapes today (which if you haven’t listened to it i totally recommend it even though it has been dead for a year) and it’s kind of a really great allegory for the ways in which people’s reactions to experiences with mental illness can either make or break our recovery. as someone who has intentionally made my own recovery worse on multiple occasions out of general manic faux edginess, the parallels kind of hit me really hard
i’m gonna highlight the differences between alex and tim’s reactions to the mental illness metaphor operator using a bullet point list because i’m autistic and all of my thoughts occur in bullet point lists actually
during the filming of alex kralie’s marble hornets, as their symptoms are both beginning to set in, we see alex alone incredibly often. tim, on the other hand, is always seen surrounded by other people (this also comes down to the contexts in which they were filming but whatever it’s artistic framing or something idk)
tim seeks medical attention. duh. i think it’s probably pretty safe to assume that alex did not seek any sort of medical attention for his mental health issues leading up to all that murder, otherwise there maybe wouldn’t have been murder
aside from seeking medical help, we also see tim seeking help (or at least visibility) from his peers. entry #66 is just tim yelling at jay about how scared he is. and even if jay isn’t really much help, he can at least see where tim is coming from in the future and has the opportunity to act accordingly (he does not take this opportunity but hey at least it’s there. as alex’s condition worsens, all we see is him lying to his loved ones about what’s going on. which is bad.
alex constantly walks in anger and fear. tim doesn’t stifle his emotions (i.e. him beating the shit out of jay), but he also acts logically and doesn’t dwell on them for too long
by season three alex is just fucking living all alone in the woods (which if you didn’t know is the opposite of seeking help)!! not only is he running around in an echo chamber but he chose to bring a gun into the echo chamber with him which is a really great way to become more mentally ill. tim on the other hand has a job, and a life, and people in his life who at least care enough about him to call him and see if he’ll be at work on time. he keeps busy and he interacts with the world around him and even when he’s having to constantly check in with his doctor to make sure he stays okay he is out and about and being a person
and it’s a weird thing to think about because when i’m at my worst psychologically i tend to bring a (METAPHORICAL) gun into my own echo chamber and sulk around in there until i start to believe some pretty shitty things about the world around me
but on the few occasions where i do manage to reach for help and respect my feelings while still existing outside myself it’s a miraculous feeling. i get better. and then i get worse again, because mental illness is a bitch, but it gets easier and easier to reach out every time.
and i think that’s part of the reason why alex gets eaten up by the idea of the operator while tim doesn’t. tim has experience with getting help, and he’s clearly developed a skill for taking care of himself. he just got lucky that his first time dealing with a mental health crisis wasn’t as fucked up as alex’s.
anways tldr alex kralie is my new example for what not to do in my mental health recovery journey also he’s a bitch
(ps i don’t understand how i got to the end of this rant without mentioning masky a single time but i promise he fits into the mental illness allegory somewhere probably maybe)
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You’re just messing with me (Ian x Reader)
for @thedirtfarmerswife hope you like it
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“Three” you whispered, making the man beside you laugh.
You met Ian in college. You had been trying to be a mathematician for a couple of semesters until you discovered your true calling as an environmentalist and changed careers.
Still, you kept your friendship with the man and it was always a constant competition between you, from who could exempt the most subjects to who could get a doctorate first. It was fun and in the long run, it helped you keep to your goals.
Over time, people learned to think of the two of you as a kind of package deal: you asked for one, you got the other, and even your mutual friends stopped inviting you both, assuming one would invite the other anyway (which was true, but that was another story).
That was the reason you were here: in Jurassic Park. From the moment you'd picked up the phone and heard Ian's voice, you knew there was a promise of adventure, and by the time he finished explaining his purpose on the island, you'd already started packing.
It was a pleasant trip, despite Dr. Grant's obvious dislike for Ian and his sense of humor (although you suspected it was more about his blonde companion than your brunette one).
Ellie was adorable and you quickly struck up a conversation with her, discussing plants and endangered species, you felt like she was someone you could go for a cup of coffee with after a day at the office.
“Four” he said, taking you out of your thoughts
You rolled your eyes in loving exasperation and subtly looked around. Ever since Hammond had started his tour, you started making a mental list of all the things you didn't agree with that could have a negative impact on the planet.
So far, you had counted three, and you had barely been walking for five minutes. You looked some more but didn't find anything that could merit another mark, so you frowned at your friend. He just smiled at you.
"You're just messing with me" you accused
"Isn't that my job?" he said
You playfully slapped his arm and the two of you chuckled softly before walking off with the rest of the group. If anyone noticed the way you clung to his arm, they had the decency not to meddle in other people's business.
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"I hate this island, I hate those overgrown lizards, I hate Hammond and I hate you!" you yelled as you frantically searched for a bottle of alcohol or gauzes.
"I understand the other three, but why me?"
"You brought me here!"
"No, I invited you and you accepted, you could have said no!"
"And then what would you have done? You would be food in the stomach of a T-rex" you said
"No, I'd have both my legs working, because I wouldn't have had to save you" Ian growled "or did you already forget how you ran to that car?"
"I HAD TO HELP THE CHILDREN!" you shouted
"ALAN SAID TO STAY STILL AND NOTHING WOULD HAPPEN!"
"Oh, now we're listening to Alan?!" you said sarcastically "You don't even like him"
"I'll listen to whoever helps me get you out of here alive!"
You stopped dead in your tracks and froze in place at that. You heard Ian sigh behind you and from the way the metal clanged, you knew he had lain back fully before you even turned to him.
For a moment, you didn't say anything, you just watched him. His features were the same ones you knew by heart, the ones you sometimes dreamed of in the middle of the night and that would make you wake up flushed and unable to even call him. But there was something about him that was different.
Maybe it was the obvious tiredness on his face, the defeat in his posture, the fear in his voice...or maybe it was the way the sparkle in his eyes had changed, the way he saw you now as if you were the only thing that mattered.
"I'm really sorry I brought you" he said after a while "I'm so sorry"
"No, I...I'm sorry" you said, sitting carefully on the edge of the table, taking care not to hurt him more "I shouldn't have yelled at you, I shouldn't have taken out my frustration on you, I'm sorry"
"You're scared" Ian said as if that explained and redeemed everything.
"Of course I am" you said "we all are. There are damn dinosaurs out there"
"Yeah, I know that" he rolled his eyes "...but it's not the lizards that scare me" he whispered, more to himself than to you
"Excuse me?" you frowned "Are you worried about being allergic to the flowers on the island?" you said sarcastically
"Well, one of your marks was that there were invasive species here, wasn’t it?" he raised his eyebrow, smiling a little when you snorted and rolled your eyes.
However, he turned serious again when he carefully took your hand. You tried not to flinch too much at the warmth of his palm against yours, but from his slight smile, you knew he had felt it anyway.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to get you out of here" he admitted quietly "that the helicopter won't arrive on time"
"It will arrive" you interrupted "soon you will be on a stretcher and we will get you out of here. We will both leave"
"I don't care if I leave or not" Ian admitted.
"what are you talking about?"
"If something happens to me, at least I'll go knowing that you lived"
"Don't get cheesy now Malcolm" you said, trying to lighten the mood and swallow the lump in your throat "it doesn't fit you"
"Liar, you know everything fits me" he smiled "...but I'm serious. The most important thing for me is knowing that you got out of here safe and sound"
"Why?" you whispered "are you afraid of losing the only person who can kick your ass?"
"I am afraid of losing the only one who makes my life worth living"
You gasped a little and looked into his eyes, searching for any trace of mockery or lies, but found none. Human is like that, sometimes it is necessary that the risk of losing everything is present so that the heart can be heard. And yours was definitely listening to his.
"You're just messing with me" you whispered
"Isn't that my job?" he said
You smiled and rested your forehead on his. You weren't good with words, but they weren't necessary at the time. There were two hearts talking while you and Ian were just witnesses.
#reader insert#x reader#ian malcolm#ian malcolm x reader#ian malcolm imagine#ian malcolm preference#jurassic park imagine#jurassic park x reader#jurassic park#request
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Hi Hannah, I can’t wait for the next chapter of tpfy! You mentioned a couple of next gen tpfy fics you were thinking of writing, are those still in the works?
hi! you sent this message several weeks ago and i didn’t have the heart to answer at the time because i thought it was going to be “i wish but no” type of an answer
and it still *kind of* is a no. or maybe not a no but definitely a not right now, but i figured it’d be fun to share anyway. i do have a story that lives in my head sometimes. i really want it to be about mothers and daughters and sisters and girlhood and growing up. ruby is the main pov character and i imagined the timing to be the summer after her second or third year at hogwarts. it doesn’t really have a plot (and the ones that’s i’ve thrown around feel cliche and/or overdone)
HOWEVER … i do have a prologue. from ginny’s pov and an epilogue too but that’s spoilers
so here, have some mom ginny to soothe the soul (under the cut for length)
Prologue
Parents don’t have favorites.
At least, that’s what her mum always said, even though Ginny never quite believed her. Molly Weasley had seven children, surely she had to prefer one or two over the others. It was only reasonable.
Ginny had asked, of course. Dozens of times. Always as some sort of joke, but still… she’d asked.
It’s Percy isn’t it? Wait, that’s absurd. It’s got to be Bill.
Her mother would sigh and give Ginny her most exasperated expression, then follow it up always with the same statement.
Parents don’t have favorites.
It wasn’t until Ginny was fourteen that she realized she’d asked so many times because she’d always suspected it might be her. And she couldn’t bear the thought of maybe, possibly, once being the favorite and somehow letting her mother down enough that she would lose that designation.
Then, when she was sixteen, she stopped asking altogether.
Because parents don’t have favorites, except maybe when a child gets taken from them forever.
It took until she had her own children to understand the lunacy behind such an idea.
Turns out, it’s true. Parents don’t have favorites. Ginny loves her three children fiercely, without question, without hesitation, and absolutely equally.
However, one caveat to this fact is that her children, however much she loves them all the same, are vastly different from one another. And therefore her relationship with each is distinct and unique, and completely individual to them.
Lily, their first, turned the we into three, and Ginny couldn’t define or quantify the emotion that she felt when Harry held his daughter for the first time. Lily looked just like him, just like Ginny said she would. With jet black hair that stuck up all over the place; bright green eyes that were always observing; and a thin, angular face that never quite filled out, even as a baby. Ginny often joked that she did all the work and Harry got all the credit, but deep down she knew she wouldn’t've had it any other way. Lily gave Harry something he’d never had in his entire life. Someone that was wholly and completely his.
She made them a family.
And if Lily kickstarted the whole thing, James, their baby, completed it. Mostly because Ginny was terrified of following in her mother’s footsteps and somehow birthing twins, but also because James was an impossible act to follow. He never settled as a baby, always kicking and flailing and babbling to his sisters’ delight. As a toddler, he never did things in the right order. One day he couldn’t be bothered to pull up on the ottoman, perfectly content to crawl places at fifteen months old, then the next, he simply stood up and started running. Once he was finally up and going, he never sat still. As a child he was constantly wandering and exploring and yelling “Mum! Look!” right before revealing a toad, or an anthill, or, one time, a very disgruntled opossum.
And that was James: happy, determined, and someone who didn’t even know the concepts of fear or failure existed.
Lily was the overture, James the finale, and Ruby — their sweet, darling Ruby — was the glue that held it all together.
She came pretty soon after Lily. Not Molly Weasley soon, but still, soon. And it’s an understatement to say Ginny was overwhelmed by day to day life with a newborn and a two year old. Thankfully, Lily was pliable enough to get carted between uncles and godparents and the Burrow for little spurts of time when Harry was traveling for work or when Ginny desperately needed a bath. And somewhere along the way, as Lily grew and flourished into independence, Ruby became Ginny’s constant companion. Ruby was her snuggle bug, her little shadow, her mini-me as she was the only one of the three who’d inherited the Weasley copper hair. She’d been strapped to Ginny’s chest in a wrap for the first eight or so weeks of her life, and subsequently got extremely used to Mum’s presence. She wanted held to sleep, not just rocked to sleepy. She wanted “Mummy, hold you?” and “Mummy, cuddles?” anytime, day or night. Even when it was middle of July and they had every window thrown open to coax in some hint of a breeze, Ruby was snuggled into Ginny’s side, sweaty and hot and fast asleep, but never quite close enough to her Mum.
She was hardly ever needy, or dramatic in her attachment, just resolute. Ruby knew what she wanted, and usually, what she wanted was Ginny. However as she got older, her timidity developed into quiet confidence, and then into staunch beliefs of right and wrong. She didn't have to learn what was good or what was bad, Ruby just knew. Inherently. Intrinsically.
She got that from Harry.
Because heavens knew Ginny had her struggles with knowing what was right and what was easy. What she didn’t know, was that it was possible, as a fully grown woman, to look up to an eight year old; but as Ruby stared down a girl twice her size and told her to stop tormenting the birds at the observatory, Ginny knew in that moment that her daughter was quite possibly her hero.
Ruby was also Ginny's to protect. Hers to grow and nurture and advocate for. The other two were just different. Lily had Harry, God-forbid James ever need anyone, but Ruby? Ruby was hers. Ginny would burn the world three times over for any of her children, but she was quite confident in Lily and James’ own potential for conflagration, and Ruby was the only one who would need her to.
Because Ruby wasn't a fire, she was an ocean. Thoughtful and deep, sometimes tumultuous, but steady as the tides.
It took Ginny a long time to understand that her protectiveness was largely unnecessary. Because when it came to fire versus ocean, ocean won. Every time.
But again, just to reiterate, parents don’t have favorites.
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I need a second opinion. So I’m writing a book, right? In the book, two young children are sent to live with their aunt and her wife after their own parents were deemed abusive and sent to jail for drug use. The children do not fully understand that their parents were abusive, nor do they understand their parents did drugs. I thought it would be a good running joke/essential part of the story that these children suspect that their aunt and her wife are fae. This originally started when their mother (who was homophobic) bitterly said that their aunt and her “roommate” (aka her wife) were fairies (in the derogatory term). The children, not understanding the concept of homophobia or the fact that their mother was using a slur, thought she was calling them fairies in the fairytale book kind of way. The older sibling, the boy, is skeptical of this and says that fairies don’t exist, while his sister has the opposite perspective. The children throughout the story seem to suspect their aunts are fairies and debate over this constantly. The aunts’ behaviors and lifestyle in this story also seems to reinforce their belief, because the children don’t quite understand that normal parents don’t abuse their kids. The aunts live in a beautiful cottage with a lovely garden (it has a sign planted near the mailbox that says “Welcome to the Fairy Cottage”) and it’s in a beautiful small town (one of those small towns where everyone knows everyone) with beautiful and unique people who are kind. The children are pushed to believe their aunts are magical fairies on accident.
Things their aunts do that are apparently “magical”:
One of them has a prosthetic leg
They are both good cooks (their parents only ever used microwave meals) and use herbs in their cooking to help the children’s health.
When the little girl wet herself one of the aunts ran her a bath at the temperature she wanted and put a “potion” in the bath that calmed her down (it was lavender soap) without yelling at her.
One of the aunts is an amazing singer. The other plays piano. They both love to dance. At one point the piano plays itself while they dance. (Its one of those pianos with a self-playing mode)
They understand when the little girl references her synesthesia.
They have a “witch shed” in the back yard. At one point when the little girl is sick, one makes her some tea that helps her feel a little better.
Their house has a bit of a Howls Moving Castle vibe.
They are patient with the children and don’t scream.
One has ADHD and shows symptoms
Upon realizing that the little girl has autism, they took her to a doctor/psychiatrist and got her diagnosed and medicated for it, which helped her. She thinks the pills are magic because they help her function better and she didn’t have too much access to medicine with her parents.
They sewed the leg back on a stuffed animal the older one ripped.
Anyway, last year when I said what the running joke is one of my friends got upset and said that it wasn’t something to joke about (even though this is not meant to be disrespectful or hurtful or offensive, but rather a piece of commentary on the world in the eyes of children) I of course, defended this because I myself am bisexual and thought it would be interesting and a little humorous. Keep in mind, the word fairy is only referenced to have been used as a slur once. The rest of the time it is used, it references the mythical creature with wings. I love the book I am writing so much and this piece of the story is a big part of why I started writing it in the first place, and I would hate for this storyline to have a negative effect on the readers. Should I change it? Is it considered offensive if it’s displayed like this? I’m not trying to make fun, or say that using slurs is funny and okay at all. I just think fairies are neat and children have wild imaginations and lesbians are cool.
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You talk about Dami like Yuri and this makes me think in Jon like those novels where the protagonist falls in love with the villain and finds out the villain is not a bloodthirsty demon with cold heart, just someone who needs to work with communication skill and no comun sense who also come from a fucked up family (I think I already read a Yuri novel with this plot)
Jon is just "I know I'm not the target audience for these types of stories, but these are so fun"
and Kathy: you want to feel validated in knowing that you're not the only one who can love a known demon who isn't that demonic, just very misunderstood and comes from a terrible family
Jon: ...
Kathy: you want validation to love Damian
Jon: ahahhaa i'm not in love with... omg I IN LOVE WITH DAMI!
"Kathy, what do I do?!" Jon yells, shooting upwards into the air. His hands find his way into his hair and his fingers get tangled in the curls. "What if he knows! His family is full of super smart detectives and I read that they can tell if you like someone!!"
Kathy gives him a dry look. "Jon. This is Damian we're talking about. He doesn't know a thing when it comes to emotional intelligence. He doesn't know."
"Oh, good, I was really worried there for a second." Jon says, touching down.
"Everyone else does, though. Well, except Bruce and your father."
Jon groans. "Aw, why me? There are so many other normal kids in the world and I'm--"
"Shut. Up. You weren't normal anyways. We're both aliens. And being gay isn't weird, it's natural, over 3,000 species on this planet practice homosexuality. Your aunt Kara once told me that bisexuality was the norm on krypton."
"Really?"
"No, I made that krypton bit up. But it could be true! You should ask her."
"Well I guess you're right either way. I'm never going to be normal. Might as well commit to it."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm gonna ask him out."
"No."
"What do you mean? You don't think he likes me?"
"That dunderhead is head over heels for you. But he can't see that because he's obsessed with bloodlines and shit. He won't see you as an option unless you show him you can offer babies, or convince him that he should adopt."
"But... I can't make babies with him... I don't have a uterus." Jon looks at her with big sad, wet cat eyes. "What do I do Kathy?" He pouts.
She breaks into a laugh "You're adorable! Okay I'll help. Let me call up my friend Maya."
"I know Maya you don't have to specify that she's your friend."
"But she's my best friend! Other than you... I guess... eheh... anyway, it makes me super happy to know we're friends so I wanna say it!" Kathy says while pulling up her contacts on her phone. She presses call. It rings a few times and is answered.
"Kathy? Are you okay? Usually you text me before you call!" Maya says through the phone.
"Sorry. I'm hanging out with Jon right now. Jon just realized he has a big crush on Damian." Kathy replies.
"Seriously?! Sweet! Hi Jon, how's the gay panic?"
"It's not so bad once you get used to it..." Jon replies.
"So, the reason I called;" Kathy breaks in. "Jon wants to date Damian but Damian wants biological children so we need to convince him that he can still have that and date Jon."
"Oh. I'm way ahead of you. I've got a plan all layed out."
"are we going to take a tour of an IVF facility?" Kathy asks.
"That's boring. No. We're taking him to the fortress of solitude." Maya responds.
"What's there?" Jon asks.
"Last time I visited your fortress I looked into any information on cloning, since y'know, Damian's a clone, I want to know if he's gonna glitch out or something. Your dad has a cloning machine. It's a kryptonian thing, Kelex built it in his free time. It can be used to combine the genes of different alien species to make babies. Apparently, Kryptonians used to meet a lot of other aliens, and they wanted a way to have children that wouldn't be sick and die young.
"Your dad didn't need it because humans are surprisingly compatible with a lot of alien species naturally. But here's the kicker! It can combine two male donors into a baby as well! I guess that's why they kept it after they went isolationist."
"See Jon! Being gay was normal on krypton!" Kathy says.
Jon smiles. "Wow. I have got to read more. That's amazing."
"So? Great plan, right? We sneak in, or your dad lets us in or whatever, and we show him the machine! Then all you have to do is be yourself and he'll have a gay awakening! Kathy, bring tissues. If he doesn't cry I will."
Later, Jon is at the dinner table with his parents. "Dad, can me and my friends use the fortress for a science project?"
"it's not like that time with dinosaur island, is it?"
"nope, I'm following the scientific method and everything."
"It's your superhero friends, right?"
"Yeah dad, c'mon I'm not gonna reveal our identities just to get a good grade."
"Just making sure. It's fine with me."
"Yes!" Jon hisses in excitement.
Damian arrives at the fortress of solitude from the batplane. He's bundled up in orange insulation. He looks adorable.
Damian notices that they're all looking at him weirdly but ignores it because he can't figure out why. "Nobody. You said you had something important to show me?"
Jon waves awkwardly.
"J." He acknowledges. "Beacon." He returns his attention to Maya, though he's bodily aware of where Jon is in the room, he always is when they're together.
"So after the fortress of attitude was built," Maya starts.
"stupid name..." Damian mutters.
"Kelex built this handy dandy birthing matrix." She speaks up, leading them to the machine. It's tall and complex, with two pods for a person to stand in, needles on robot arms to take the DNA sample, all connected to the central casing and an advanced terminal for calculating and adjusting genome sequences.
Damian steps closer to the machine, resting his hand against the artificial womb of the machine. "How does it work?" He says in awe.
"Looks... painful." Jon winces. Kathy elbows him. "But I guess birthing humans involves some pain anyway!" He hastily amends.
"Damian, the really interesting thing is, this isn't made just for kryptonians, or just for male and female pairs. It can create compatible gametes from DNA regardless of species or sex." Damian breaks his gaze away from the machine to look at her in surprise.
"...Huh. That's... Good. I need to sit down."
Damian sits on the floor in a meditation pose but doesn't start meditating. "I just realized I was banking all my hopes and dreams on having a kid. But I'm just a kid myself. I don't know what I would want in the future! I sure as hell don't want a kid now! But I was so sure that I needed to continue the bloodline I didn't even consider being with a man as an option!" Maya sits down on the floor with him.
"I heard about it, of course, but I didn't really think about it much. It's a cheap playground insult. Until it's not... until it's who you are." Damian continues. Jon sits next to Damian, and Kathy sits next to Maya, passing her tissues.
"I'm so proud of you, brother. It's hard to realize you're not what people expected you to be. You push it down until you just can't anymore." She takes his hand and holds it. "You're gonna be just fine. I love you."
Damian squeezes her hand and tries to ignore the salty tears dripping from his mask. "Maya... you're always there for me. Even when you do sneaky shit like this you do it to help me. I'm just embarrassed you had to help me at all, I thought I was past all that!"
"it's fine. Healing takes time. It'll come for us."
Jon grabs Damian's other hand and holds it. "Lean on me. I'll help you carry on." Jon sings briefly, encouraging Damian to lean against him, which he does. They sit in silence until they're emotionally ready to get up. Jon can tell him another day, right now Damian needs his best friend.
--- epilogue
Damian opens his locker and a stuffed envelop falls out. Curiously and cautiously he opens it, used to threats from Ra's. It's a typed note asking him to meet the sender in the courtyard after school. Damian stuffs the note back into his locker and continues on with his day, but when the day ends he decides to follow the note's direction.
When he gets there, Jon is waiting for him, his shoes freshly shined, holding a bouquet of a flower he mentioned he liked one time. "Jon? Did you write that letter?"
Jon smiles. "Yeah! I wanted to do something nice for you when I ask you out. I want it to be a nice moment."
Damian blushes. "Oh. Yeah?"
Jon smiles and steps closer. "Yeah. Damian, I like you, a lot. I thought maybe we could try dating? If you want."
"You like me?"
"Yeah. Have for a while."
"I didn't expect that." Jon's heart sank. "I've thought of this moment so many times and I never imagined that I'd feel so surprised." Jon regained hope.
"How did it go in your imagination?"
"Well, I intended to be the one sweeping you off your feet. You'd smile so bright and wrap me up in a hug, and I'd hug you back. Or you'd smile awkwardly and let me down gently. Even in my nightmares I can't imagine you saying all the things I'm afraid you'd say."
"I wouldn't hurt you. We vowed to protect eachother, remember? Sure you're cantankerous and crabby--"
"Hey!"
"but you're so much cooler than that alone implies. You're a good person, and I know that in my heart."
"If we're gonna date--"
"so it's 'if' now?"
"You have to be patient with me. I hate PDA and I'm not very accustomed to physical affection. I'm not going to suddenly climb in your lap or make out in the student lounge."
"I wouldn't expect you to, Dami. I just like you. I like being around you. Cuddling is great, too... but your comfort is more important. We'll take it slow."
"What if I never get used to it?"
"I'm not going to do something if you hate it that much."
"People have needs in relationships that I am not adequately prepared to provide."
"I don't care. I'm not going to leave you because you don't hold my hand. You show you care."
"I accept your proposal."
"I didn't say we should get married!"
"Nevermind. I can't date someone so stupid." Damian teased. "I meant your proposal that we should try dating."
"Yes!" Jon stomped his feet in excitement. "Can you take these flowers? My hand is getting sweaty from where I'm holding the plastic."
Damian took the bouquet. "I'm suprised you remembered these."
"I try to remember everything about you."
"My act of love is graciously forgetting your mistakes and spending time with you regardless."
Jon smiled. "Different strokes for different folks."
"Tt."
~end~
#damian wayne#jonathan samuel kent#damian al ghul wayne#jondami#jon kent#supersons#super sons#damijon#headcanons#fanfic#my fanfic#ask answered#anon ask#I'm still working on refining the last one and remember I'm sick so I'm sorry if this is too cheesy!#minific#oneshot#dc comics
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I've recently started working on a Pikmin AU story. Not quite done with the first chapter but I figured it would be fun to post what I've got so far.
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There’s something funny about how different characters will start the same story. No matter how far apart they live, no matter how they were raised, no matter what they’re doing at the start, eventually they will all spin into the same yarn.
For Olimar, the story begins with an unexpected banging against the hull of the S.S. Dolphin as it flies through deep space.
For Louie, the story begins when he’s called to the President’s office for an “imperative” mission.
A little over a month has passed since his coworker’s disappearance. At first he doesn’t realize anything’s wrong. Anyone who’s spent any time with Olimar knows how much the man loves his family; and while he loves his job, he often laments how it keeps him away from his wife and children. When he doesn’t come back from vacation on time, Louie just assumes the man had quit and moved on to better things. He wouldn’t have blamed him. The assumption explains why the President becomes more and more nervous in the following days. What it doesn’t explain is why Olimar’s wife keeps showing up at Hocotate Freight’s headquarters to yell at Louie’s boss.
His first thought is that maybe she was just that salty over how much her husband had been overworked these last few months.
Then he realizes the S.S. Dolphin isn’t where it’s usually stored. Olimar loved that ship, but he definitely wasn’t making enough money to buy it off of the company.
There’s whispers of a lawsuit.
Or worse, an internal investigation.
The company must have hooked her up with some really good insurance though, because she stops coming around after a few weeks. Everyone who didn’t quit during the chaos breathes a sigh of relief. It’s pretty easy to move on after that, they just have to work a little harder while the company hires new workers to replace what they’ve lost.
Not long after that, people start receiving The Transmission.
Yeah, capital “The,” capital “T.” It’s necessary.
Most people hear about it from, well, the news. Louie doesn’t watch the news, though. Instead, he gets called up to the President’s office.
“Louie, my boy, you remember Olimar, don’t you?” Louie nods. He’s never been the best at remembering faces, but he imagines he could pick Olimar out in a photo (as long as he was surrounded by people who looked nothing like Olimar. It had been almost two months since he’d last seen his coworker, after all). “I’m sure you’ve been worried sick ever since he disappeared, I know I have!” the President wipes a nonexistent tear from his eye. Louie tries to keep from rolling his.
“Anyway, some great news has just come in. Have you seen Space Broadcast Inc.’s latest report?” Louie shakes his head. The President picks up a remote and turns, switching on a large TV on the other side of the room. It flickers on to a news report narrated by a woman with a swoop of pink hair covering her face. “Looks like they’re showing it again,” the President chortles.
“Earlier today, several parties received a mysterious transmission from a previously undiscovered planet,” the pink haired woman reports from a spaceship launch site. “This transmission shook the stars when it was discovered that it was sent by a missing captain from Hocotate Freight.”
Louie’s stomach turns. It hasn’t escaped his notice that he’s the only person the President called. He doesn’t like where this is going.
The video of the pink haired woman changes to a split screen. One side shows Olimar’s work ID photo while the other side shows captions as the transmission plays.
“My name is Captain Olimar. I am a delivery pilot with Hocotate Freight. While traveling, I crash landed on an undetected planet. I have limited life support remaining and am unable to repair my ship. Please send help as soon as possible.”
This time, Louie can’t help but shiver at the voice that plays while his coworker’s face is on screen. The audio is crunchy, but he can tell that the speaker’s voice is a smooth baritone, like honey dripping off a spoon. It’s oddly calm given the situation that had been described.
There’s one thing he knows for certain.
That wasn’t Olimar’s voice.
The two of them hadn’t spent much time together in the month after Louie started working at Hocotate Freight, but what time they had worked together had often been filled with Olimar’s anecdotes or analyses. The man filled the silence wherever he went. At the time, Louie hadn’t minded. Olimar never expected him to respond verbally like most other people did. He wouldn’t have minded working with Olimar longer, really. But either way, Louie had heard enough of Olimar’s voice to recognize it even after all this time. The voice in the video was similar, sure, but it wasn’t nearly as expressive as the Captain’s. And there was something about the tone, something he couldn’t place, that didn’t settle right in his stomach.
Louie opens his mouth to say something, but the President has been talking this whole time and doesn’t notice Louie’s poor attempt to interrupt.
“-anyway I read the data logs he sent with the message and it looks like this mysterious planet is full of treasure! Enough to pull us out of debt and keep us out of the red for decades! So as soon as I heard other crews were heading to that planet I decided that I’d send you, one of my best workers, to find Olimar and track down that treasure!”
Louie leaves the office with a mission and a newfound sense of dread. He doesn’t have long before he’s expected to leave, and there’s no telling when he’ll be back. He needs to pack. He needs to call his grandmother.
What are you supposed to say to someone when you don’t know if you’ll come home alive?
(Update: second part has been posted)
#pikmin#pikmin au#pikmin fanfic#basically this au takes inspiration from all five pikmin games and squishes them together in one story#the first question i asked myself was 'what if louie acts the way he does because he believes he's in a horror game. what if he was right.'#and the result is going to be sooooo self indulgent and so so so much fun. at least to me.#please feel free to send me asks about this I have so many thoughts and no idea when the full introduction chapter will be done#four riders au
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it IS tng update time. saturday we watched "relics" and "schisms" and last night* we did "true q" and "rascals."
*times altered bc as usual im typing this up late at night
relics:
oh boy. ohhh my god
so like, i'd like to preface this with: i am not a scotty stan or anything. don't get me wrong i love the guy and i'm fascinated by the way he tricked me into thinking he had all ten fingers. like he's v fun and all. but im not like Extremely Emotionally Invested In Scotty. all right. that said
I CRIED. LIKE A BABY. no one was more shocked than i was. actually i'm sure catherine was not shocked at all
i didn't cry when he first showed up which is what i suaully do when i see spock. no, no, no, no. it was when he went to the holodeck and created the fucking BRIDGE OF THE ENTERPRISE. and they played the main theme!!! the sound effects were even the same!!!!!!! and like all his friends are dead now except spock and bones and bones frankly has one foot in the grave and another on a banana peel!!!!!!!! I'VE NEVER BEEN SO UPSET IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.
chronologically, this is also the last time we'll ever see a tos cast member coming back to reprise their role except for aos spock and um. an appearance which i do not wish to discuss now or ever. anyway it's definitely the last time in tng proper. and like yeah we have aos and snw and everything but those guys arent the OGs. AUGH.
also wah him saying the doctors are prettier on this enterprise. thats SO MEAN TO BONES………………….i miss him so bad and he's WAY prettier than beverly sorry beverly
i definitely wanted to kill geordi for yelling at scotty when he tried to tell his old man stories. im glad they hung out for the rest of the episode and that geordi treated him really niceys but it still felt a teensy bit patronizing of him at first like he was just doing it because picard told him to make scotty feel useful
THAT SAID. for once, i am pro picard, because picard is a giant nerd and he wanted to listen to scotty's old man stories as much as i did. not that i got to enjoy them while being blinded by tears. i'm actually genuinely tearing up right now while typing this just thinking about it. i think it was genuinely compassionate for picard to want to give scotty something he could genuinely help with in a way that WASN'T patronizing. like old people are just regular people you know. we all get old one day if we're lucky
spotted scotty's missing finger twice, which is two more times than i spotted it in my original watch of tos.
he remembered how to hide the missing finger (mostly) but forgot how to do his fake scottish accent. in his defense it's been ages and he was old but it was still funny
synthehol is wack. it's just another way in which there's no work-life boundary in tng. you're always on call, so you can never get drunk. you will NEVER have personal time aboard this ship. they can call you in your son's parent-teacher meeting. they can call you during birthday parties. you cannot raise your children here. but they do. anyway.
IT'S GREEN!!! i remember seeing a gifset of data floating around saying that to somebody, and then later i saw a gifset of scotty saying it in tos, but i didn't realize data was talking TO SOCTTY i thought it was just a reference!!!!!!! there were actually sooo many tos references in this episode, i was so pleased to hav caught them all <3
looooooved the dyson sphere. that was genuinely so fucking fascinating and it was the b plot!!!!! why can't it be the a plot!!!! it was so cool looking
i thot for a sec they were gonna kill scotty at the end and got REALLY worried but they didn't and he decided not to retire after all and good for him <3
anyway. that cry felt like a full-body workout. horrific.
schisms:
OFF GOES RIKER TO THE COFFEE SHOP
i waited so long to see the episode that gifset is from and it did NOT disappoint
my one sour note re: this ep was the beginning with data's poetry. can we please be nice to him and not loudly fall asleep in the front row. i know the circumstances are highly extenuating. i of all people understand sleep deprivation, which i am currently experiencing even as i type. but that was just rude!!! could he not have simply explained he was unwell and unable to attend!!!!!!! the crowd being restless was terrible. if you simply tell him that he has to have a limit on his poems he would understand. i'm glad geordi was an honest critic when data asked later but i would have liked to see data's results after incorporating his feedback. ok anyway
firstly, i loved when a little guy is sleep deprived. it was great when sam winchester did it and also great when riker does it
SECONDLY, that whole sequence with the table was fucking insane. everything getting darker and darker both literally and metaphorically and deanna starting to look uneasy near the end and riker's eyes being ABSOLUTELY HAUNTED and that table was basically like a chair, anyway
when they were like "yeah the aliens cut off your arm and reattached it" READER I HOLLERED. you can't just put a guy on a chair and tear his arm off and then make him forget stuff. please. it's been nearly 10 years.
when he's like theyre gonna take me again whether i want them to or not. yeah man they sure are. this isn't quite riker roulette but it is definitely adjacent
i think the best cure for insomnia is to be absolutely terrified of going to bed because you're still in uniform and have a tracking device on you because you are about to get abducted by fucking aliens. who could resist sleep after that.
i did wonder why he laid on the table so long before attempting his escape when time was precious but i doubt i could have done any better in his shoes. i sure did love the way that knife thing hung right above his neck though. i'm pretty sure we spent that entire scene hollering DISMEMBER HIM. TRAUMATIZE HIM!! and then they didn't <3 but i'm not even mad about it
anyway. 10/10 episode they need more space horror in star trek bc it's always fun. i remember reading that tos was originally meant to be space horror-y, but i found the pacing of those earliest episodes waaaay too slow. i want a star trek show with more dismemberment though.
true q:
mistakenly thot this episode was named qpid (got it mixed up) and was hoping for more of q wanting to fuck picard to so bad it makes him look stupid but all we got was one little arm around his shoulder. which was REALLLY funny because picard instantly made a face like he'd eaten sour lemon but we deserved more. to reiterate i do NOT want them to fuck i think the dynamic of q wanting to fuck and picard preferring to die first is the funniest possible set of circumstances
instead, q constantly displays predatory body language towards this EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL. he leans really close to her and whispers in her ear and all that stuff and i did Not like it
i kept waiting for this girl to secretly be his child, or for her parents to have once been friends with him, but they literally were just randos to each other. disappointing, especially after he vanished while she was having her emotional moment on seeing their faces
where do the puppies go when she vanishes them? do they cease to exist?? did she just kill 12 puppies on screen???? too horrible to contemplate. i wish i could make kittens out of thin air though. actually that would be a terrible power the world is overpopulated with kittens as it is but STILL.
i want to know more about the weather altering net. we could have an entire episode about that alone. you just...got rid of tornadoes? and forest fires? did you fix climate change??
riker almost being killed by an empty barrel sent me into fits. they didn't strap them down after what happened to worf? this spaceship gets jostled horrifically EVERY EPISODE. what are they thinking!!!!!!!!!
RIKER ROULETTE STRIKES AGAIN. her bringing him to the alternate dimension and trying to lay on the moves was bad enough but using her powers to MAKE HIM START KISSING HER? HELLO???? i'm still mad they wrote an episode about rape and just used it for deanna fetish fuel instead of actually discussing what this poor guy goes through. why is it somehow ok/not noteworthy when it's men. come on now
it was kind of silly to have this girl go "no way im a human forever" and then immediately solve climate change on this other planet because her lil crush (/VICTIM???) was down there. like that was so rushed and weird
ultimately not a very good episode. i only like one thing about q and they did NOT deliver. he was also a misogynist to beverly once...like, die
rascals:
this got a 1 on letswatchstartrek.com and i simply disagree. i would have given it a 2 or mmmaybe 3. well no probably a 2 but STILL. first of all, tng's children are ALWAYS charming, and these guys were no exception, save possibly the kid who was playing picard, who was fine until the tantrum scene/riker's son bit, at which point i wanted to die
i never want to hear riker say daddy again.
i HAAAATE the ferengi theyre racist theyre misogynist i HATE THEM.
i felt like there was a missed opportunity with obrien and keiko to have him be cool about it, instead of awkward like everyone else. like i obviously dont think they should be canoodling or anything, gross, but there's nothing wrong with a little platonic compassion. he got there in the end ig but idk it would've made a nice contrast
how old is their fucking baby??? i just looked it up and she was born at the beginning of season 5...her ass is NOT old enough to be talking yet let alone full complete clear sentences??????
anyway speaking of compassion............GUINAN AND RO
i actually unironically loved ro's little arc here. anyone who had a shitty childhood will tell you they'd cut off their arm before going back, but she had to go back anyway, and guinan neither pitied her nor minimized anything she'd gone through. instead she got to occupy that space in a totally harmless way and receive a little closure. while the rest of this episode was okay-ish to maybe less than okayish (i NEVER want to hear riker say daddy EVER again) ro's little bit was so so so good.
re: ro...i love that we don't constantly bring her past and situation up as if it's the only thing about her but nor do we shy away from it and how it's shaped her and the narrative has never once suggested she's too harsh or too angry or whatever. of course with a season and a half left there's still time to ruin it but so far her whole thing has been one of the very few instances where tng is doing everything wonderfully.
NEXT TIME: "a fistful of datas" (noooo it's a holodeck episode) and "the quality of life."
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Could you do a Mischa Bachinski x Gn reader having to do with them picking out Halloween costumes????
Of course! Halloween might be over, but I will still write this since it sounds cute! The fanfic didn't come out really amazing, so sorry about that. I also wrote from the perspective of (Y/N), because why not.
Anyways, hope you're having a wonderful day/night anon!
(TW: none!)
word count: 1088 words
Spooky month! (MISCHA BACHINSKI X READER HALLOWEEN ONESHOT)
(𝓨/𝓝)'𝓢 𝓟𝓞𝓥
It was Halloween, one of my favorite holidays of all time. The time of year when you see people carving jack-o'-lanterns, kids trick-or-treating for candy, and most obviously, making or choosing a costume to wear.
I am no longer a child, so I can't go trick or treating without getting weird glares from those snobby old people, so what better thing to do than dressing up as either a monster or a movie character, and scaring random children walking by!
That sounds like a fun idea! I should invite someone to also dress up as something, and then we can scare little kids! My genius is sometimes terrifying, I have to admit.
I got out of bed and walked around my room, trying to think of who I should call. My phone began ringing its annoying tune, and so I picked it up, to see who was calling me. I smiled as I saw that the person who was calling me was none other than my boyfriend, Mischa.
We first started dating a few months ago, when he revealed his feelings for me on a youtube comment section. Many people probably saw it, but I don't mind.
Surprisingly, he lived in the same town as me, which made it a hundred times better, and I even transferred to the same school as him and joined the choir, so that I can talk to him more.
I answered and I got so overjoyed when I heard his voice. "Wassup babycakes! I know there's this holiday that you Americans and Canadians celebrate called Halloween, and I wanted to spend this Halloween with you if you don't mind!" I can imagine him blushing from the other side of the screen, and I began smiling.
"Of course, my mishka! I would love to spend my Halloween with you!" I responded in excitement. "We should totally dress up as characters from horror movies!"
"OH HELL YEAH!" He yelled loudly, and I heard a door opening and a voice saying lowly "Quiet!" to Mischa. Mischa muttered a small "Sorry", before the other voice slammed the door.
I felt sorry for Mischa. He told me the story about how he had to leave his mother and move here to Uranium, only to be shunned by his new parents. If only I could help him move out of that hellhole, I would.
"Ignore that. Let's go meet at the thrift store so that we can get some costumes for really cheap." Mischa said. I tried smiling, but I was still upset at how his parents treated him.
"Okay then, Mischa. Let's meet later outside the thrift store, K?"
"Okay, babe! See you later!"
I finally arrived at the Thrift store. I was waiting nervously for my boyfriend to arrive. He finally arrived, and we both hugged each other.
"Yoooooo babycakes, how are you!" He asked as we did the secret handshake that we invented.
"I'm good, now that I'm with you. How 'bout you?" I asked. "I'm 'ight." He responded back
"Let's enter the thrift store so that we can find a costume," I said, and we both entered the thrift store.
Here we were met with a lot of clothes, antique objects, old toys, and many more. What caught our attention was the Halloween section of the thrift store. We basically ran to that section and began looking for costumes for us to wear.
"Oooh, Zombie student! What if one of the members of the choir turned into a zombie, they would surely wear something like this!" I said as I showed Mischa the costume, which was basically a ripped-up St. Cassian uniform with fake blood on it. It sure looked cheap and was probably made by someone from our school who tried to rebel against the school rules.
"Nah, it looks fake." He responded before he took out another costume, which was a flannel shirt and a wolf head. "Look, werewolf," Mischa said before he put the costume back and took out a ghost face costume, which he seemed to like.
"You would look great dressed up as Ghostface." He said. I blushed and smiled really goofily before I turned back to look for costumes.
"Oh my god! You should dress as Jigsaw!" I said as I took out a Jigsaw mask and outfit and showed it to Mischa. "I know that you really love Saw V, so I think this outfit would suit you!" I said as I gave him the outfit.
"You're a genius, (Y/N)!" He gave me a wide smile, and I smiled back. "Now we should find a costume for you." He said as he began looking for a costume for me.
"Do you wanna dress as Michael Myers?" He asked as he took out a Michael Myers costume.
"Hmm...I'm not really feeling it." I said as I began looking for a costume.
"Freddie Kruger...Nah...Chucky....Not feeling it...Ghost face...Probably...Samara Morgan...Probably not..." I kept looking for a costume, but couldn't find anything I wanted to dress up as.
"Hey, how about Jason?" Asked Mischa. I turned my head toward him and saw a Jason Voorhees costume, completed with the mask.
"Mischa, you really have good taste in everything" I responded as I took the outfit, and hugged him. "We should go dress up now!"
After buying the costumes, and going to my house so that we can dress up, we spent most of the night scaring children who were going trick-or-treating, buying candy, going to Taco Bell to scare Noel (which actually worked), and eating tacos outside the mall together with Noel who took a break from work to hang out with us, while watching final destination on a portable DVD player.
"You know Mischa, this Halloween was the most amazing day of my life. But you know what else is amazing?" I smirked at Mischa.
"What else is amazing?" He asked.
"You are, silly!" I laughed, almost choking on my taco, but noel smacked my back so that I could stop choking, which surprisingly worked. Mischa was blushing a lot, and I was laughing at how much he was blushing
"I might be the most romantic boy in town, but your relationship is too syrupy for me," Noel declared.
And that's how I spent my Halloween with my boyfriend.
THE END
𝑅𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 >> 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 (𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈)
#Randommoonchild#x reader#ride the cyclone#ride the cyclone x reader#ride the cyclone mischa#mischa rtc#mischa bachinski#mischa x reader#mischa bachinski x reader#rtc x reader
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spineless in my tomb of silence | stede x izzy
read it here, or read it on ao3 <3
so… i don’t really know what this is. originally it was just supposed to be about izzy slaying at music but then my obsession with stizzy kicked in and here you go LMFAO. i love love LOVE their dynamic, and i love dipping into izzy’s character because he’s so complex and interesting to write.
thank you, as well, to everyone who’s been reading and liking my work so far! it means a lot.
title is from “the great war” by taylor swift x
2.2k words — hurt-comfort, izzy having self worth issues, post canon (technically)
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The raid was Stede’s idea to begin with.
Izzy for the life of him couldn’t understand why he wanted to. Sure, he had been helping the Captain — the completely useless Captain, mind you — grow his piracy skills for a good few weeks now, and whilst he had grown decent at swordplay and okay-ish at hand-to-hand combat — Izzy had to force Stede to even attempt to hit him — he didn’t see why the raid was important.
The crew were all weary. The last raid they had been on as a product of Stede’s eagerness had ended in them all thinking his new coat was cursed.
Izzy didn’t believe in curses, of course. It was folklore, stories made up to scare children into behaving.
But if curses did exist — not that he believed it, but if they did — he would assume that the only cursed thing on The Revenge was himself.
It had just been one bad thing after another. Being invisible to Blackbeard- Ed, getting completely overtaken by Stede, losing his dignity, losing his leg. He supposed that it was all his fault, really. He shouldn’t have fed Edward’s darkness like that, he should have been… better. For him.
But Izzy didn’t care. Of course he didn’t. He just swallowed through the lump in his throat — the one he could never completely swallow down, nor get rid of — and carried on.
He certainly didn’t care about Stede and his fucking antics.
This fucking raid.
“Izzy!” He heard Stede yell from wherever he had ran off to on the ship they were boarding. “Come help me grab some of this loot- ooh, a vase!”
Why hadn’t he killed that twat when he had the chance?
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There hadn’t been much of value on the ship to begin with. Their crew had been passive, surrendering before anybody had a chance to even draw their swords, and whilst it wasn’t quite the thrill that Stede had been searching for, he’d been happy enough to nick whatever he wanted from the vessel.
Which, it turned out, wasn’t even a lot anyways. After Izzy had forbidden him from taking their books — “Why not?” “Because The Revenge is not a fucking library, Bonnet.” — all he had taken was some silverware, any money that had been left lying around, and a guitar.
Izzy had insisted that they didn’t need it, there were plenty of instruments — albeit mostly in shambles — in the rec room, but he refused to let go of it as he boarded back onto The Revenge.
“It’s just taking up unnecessary space,” Izzy had rolled his eyes as he followed Stede onto the ship, his pace unable to match Stede’s with his fucking prosthetic. “Bonnet-”
“Izzy, hey,” Edward had caught his shoulder, holding him in place. Where Izzy would’ve naturally bit out at anybody who touched him to let go, he kept his mouth shut. It was Ed. “Let him have his fun, man.”
So Izzy had done just that. Let Stede have his fucking fun. Sod it that he was the one who was supposed to be showing Stede the ropes, now he was supposed to just let him do whatever he wanted? Keep a useless fucking guitar?
God, sometimes he wanted to retire.
Stede couldn’t even play. Izzy knew this, because the next time he had found himself in the Captain’s quarters, the guitar had been stood next to one of the many display cases in the room, just to be admired.
The body of the Baroque was painted black, with intricate little details chipped into the wood that he hadn’t noticed until then. Izzy didn’t know why the thing irritated him so much, but it did.
He wanted to throw it overboard.
“She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” Stede commented, having caught Izzy staring. “I was right to keep her. Not many men can appreciate the fine things in life, especially one like this bor- oh what’s the word-”
“Baroque.” Izzy murmured without thinking, and then Stede’s eyes were on him, wide and shocked. Like he hadn’t expected Izzy to have any knowledge of one of the fine things in life. Of course, Izzy had almost forgotten that he knew. It had been a few lifetimes ago, now, that he could picture himself sat on the porch of his family’s crooked little house. His fingers pressing into the strings of the Baroque as his mother showed him-
He could practically feel the ring against his throat burning. He wanted to break the guitar. He wanted to throw up.
“Yes, baroque,” Stede nodded slowly, his scrutinizing look fading slowly as his thoughts appeared to clear up, remembering what was more important at hand. “Anyways, what did you need me for, Izzy?”
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The guitar had sat untouched for four days, and Izzy felt like his skin was crawling.
It was stupid, so incredibly so, that an object held so much over his head — Maybe, he thought, I’m not the only cursed thing on the ship anymore — but it was all he could think about when he had no more work for the day. When the rest of the crew was sat eating dinner, chatting away, Izzy’s mind wandered to that fucking guitar. Well, more specifically the memories he was associating with it — the memories that he had buried so deep down that he had forgotten they had even been there in the first place.
It didn’t help that Stede kept bragging about it. Even Edward had mentioned how nice the guitar looked, and what the fuck did he know?
It shouldn’t have been stressing him out so much. The fact that it was left him even more stressed.
And by the fourth day, he couldn’t fucking take it anymore.
He had waited until both Stede and Ed were on deck, and before either of them could see him he slipped away beneath deck as gracefully as he could with a wooden prosthetic attached to his leg. The door was unlocked, and Izzy reminded himself to add security to the list of things that he was teaching Stede. Even if the door had been locked, though, Izzy had picked enough locks in his time that he could do it blindfolded. It was just lucky for him that Stede was so useless sometimes.
What Ed saw in him sometimes he didn’t know… or that was what he told himself. Because he did know. He tried very very hard not to, but he did.
He pushed the door closed behind him and crossed the room, over towards it. Izzy hated the way his hand trembled slightly as he reached for it, lifting the guitar by the neck, and the ring around his neck — his mother’s ring — felt like it was burning again as he shuffled backwards to sit on the edge of the sofa. The curve of the guitar sat perfectly against his thigh, the fretboard easily resting against his hand.
Izzy’s throat felt thick, the ghost of his mother’s hands gliding over his, guiding him where to go, just like she had done when he was a child.
It took some minutes of fumbling before he fell into the groove of it. He hadn’t touched a guitar in years, hadn’t played in even longer. He used to know more, he used to be better, but as his fingers slid up the fretboard, his other hand plucking at the strings, it felt almost… natural. It felt good.
He felt good.
There had been a handful of songs that his mother had taught him, back then. Back when he was still pure, when he wasn’t cursed. As the cave inside of him opened more and more, light seeping into the depths and allowing him to see further, he could remember that his mother was a beautiful singer. That she would show him songs and sing them, and how he had ever forgotten those moments was a curse within itself.
Of course, it had been so long, and he hadn’t thought about it in so long, that he couldn’t really remember those songs. But he did start singing. Softly, under his breath, as his fingers strummed at the strings. It was just an old sea shanty, one that Ed was particularly fond of. His usually gruff voice felt soft. Words that usually had so much venom beneath them when they were spat out held gentleness, instead. It was a foreign feeling, after being cold for so long. After not letting himself have it. But warmth was nice.
He deserved it, didn’t he? Even after all that he had done?
Boots were knocking against the wooden floor, and the moment was shattered so quickly Izzy could question if it had ever even been there in the first place.
In the moment between the noise and looking up to see who had walked into the room, in that fraction of a moment, Izzy found himself wishing it was Ed. Maybe Ed would recognise the song, maybe he’d be, well, impressed.
He could only hope.
But Izzy looked up, and of course it wasn’t Ed. Why would the universe be that kind to him?
“Izzy,” Stede breathed out, and he grit his teeth, preparing for the lecture about touching his guitar. But the lecture never came. Instead, he just continued to stare. “I didn’t know you could play, and your voice. Of course, I thought on Calypso’s birthday you’d just gotten a little, y’know, wasted. But that was great.”
Izzy’s skin was itching again. Stede was staring at him so… so fiercely that it actually felt like he was seeing him. It felt odd, it felt different, and he didn’t like it.
Where did he go from here? There was no point in lying about what he had been doing. Of course, he could just be cold and blow Stede off, but… Izzy had never let anybody see that side of himself. Not even Ed, and he had known him for decades. What Stede had seen was personal.
…of fucking course it was Stede.
Izzy clenched his jaw, and although his body was screaming at him to accept the warmth, to step into it instead of away from it for once, he stood and walked to put the guitar back where it belonged. “You need to start locking your door, Bonnet.”
When Izzy turned back to see Stede he looked almost disappointed. “Izzy-”
“What?” He spat, face screwing into a glare. A defence.
Undeserving. Unworthy. Not meant for him.
“That really was beautiful,” Stede edged closer, and whilst Izzy stiffened, he stayed where he was. “Why did you never mention that you could play? Frenchie plays all the time!”
“It’s not f-” his voice shook and he quickly inhaled, fingers screwing into fists at his sides. “It’s not fucking important.”
“Of course it’s important! It’s art! One of the f-”
“One of the finer things in life, I know,” Izzy bit out, and although his tone was cold, Stede smiled. “It doesn’t matter, Stede.”
Stede was edging closer again, and although everything in Izzy was screaming to not accept the kindness, he froze when Stede reached forwards to wrap his fingers around his wrist. They were so warm and so gentle that Izzy, for a brief moment, wanted to feel more. The warmth — the warmth he never allowed himself to have — felt so nice. Stede was holding his wrist and smiling at him and he liked his playing and- fuck, Izzy thought he might just drop dead there and then.
“I think it matters.” Stede urged, his voice softer within their lessened proximity, but still just as genuine.
Maybe he really did mean it.
Izzy swallowed, thickly, trying to shove the lump down again.
It wasn’t going anywhere.
“…fuck off, Bonnet.” His words were whispered, the venom behind them dissipating into nothing, and Stede just smiled again.
How had he managed to make him so helpless? What did that mean?
“You’re welcome to use it any time you’d like,” Stede finally let go of his wrist, and Izzy could breathe a little easier. “The guitar. I certainly won’t use it, so somebody should.”
Izzy opened his mouth to protest, to tell Stede where he could shove his guitar and where he could go, but no sound came out. His mouth closed, and he simply nodded.
“Was there anything else you wanted me for this evening, Israel?”
That certainly was a loaded question after everything that had just happened, and on top of everything else if he let himself spiral over his thoughts for Stede he might just die, so Izzy shook his head, still unable to find his voice again.
“Alright, then. Goodnight Izzy.” If the fingers around his wrist had been bad, then Stede leaning in to kiss his cheek caused hell to freeze over. Izzy stiffened, face flaming, and after a moment of staring at Stede he choked out his own goodnight before he made a beeline for the door, slammed it shut behind him.
His breathing was quick and deep as he pressed his back to the door, and with his cheek still burning with the memory of Stede’s lips, Izzy knew deep down that it had been nice.
But even if it was nice, did he deserve it?
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comments would mean the world <3 requests are open!
#our flag means death#our flag means death fanfic#our flag means fanfic#ofmd#ofmd fanfic#ofmd izzy#ofmd stede#stizzy#stede bonnet x izzy hands#stede bonnet#izzy hands
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𝐨𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐝𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝
my #1 fear is that duke becomes the babygirl of tni!, because trust me guys, save it for logan and tommy. anyways, i both love and hate duke? he's super fun to write... and he's the worst. but he has his moments... but he sucks. the duality of blond men. i'm very curious to see what you guys will think of him! let's go!
despite duke's vicious presence on stage, his name has been synonymous with charisma from the moment he first walked in front of a crowd and dedicated overconsumption's hit song "red hot lovergirl" to his girlfriend, nona. fierce, charismatic, confident: that's duke strickland. or, at least, duke strickland as the world knows him. those around him know a much different story.
duke's devil-may-care attitude is, by and large, a mask meant to cover his insecurity. nobody really knows the cause of it—by all accounts, duke's wealthy, rock 'n' roll life is as easy of a ride as it possibly can be—but nevertheless, it's obvious to anyone who considers themselves close to him. it's no big deal; most people are insecure in some way. and, as everyone knows, duke is a nice guy. harmless.
isn't he?
𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⋆｡°✩
full name: duke alexander strickland
age: 22 (1985)–tbd
birthday: february 18th
pronouns: he/him
sexuality: heterosexual
ethnicity: white american
occupation: lead singer and guitarist for overconsumption
love interest(s): none
likes: nona, performing, attention, cheeseburgers with fries (with mustard, no ketchup), gaslighting may
dislikes: may, his siblings, open-toe shoes, being ignored, cats
height: 6'1
build: muscular, broad-shouldered
hair: long, wild, blond
skin: light, suntanned, with soft freckles
eyes: bright turquoise
noticeable features: a faint scar running vertically down his right cheek
𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋆｡°✩
⋆ you could be mine - guns n' roses
⋆ i wanna be your man - l.a. guns
⋆ love gun - kiss
⋆ too fast for love - mötley crüe
⋆ kickstart my heart - mötley crüe
⋆ all in the name of - mötley crüe
⋆ detroit rock city - kiss
⋆ live wire - mötley crüe
⋆ it's so easy - guns n' roses
⋆ any way you slice it - kiss
⋆ wild side - mötley crüe
⋆ locomotive (complicity) - guns n' roses
⋆ bitch is back - l.a. guns
⋆ king of the mountain - kiss
𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 ⋆｡°✩
he's one of the middle children out of six and he routinely pretends that all five of his siblings do not exist, especially his oldest sister, barbi
he had red hair in my initial design for him before I decided on may having red hair instead
he hates being cold but he's cold 90% of every day
his nickname in my brain has been "duke dickhead" for as long as he's been a character
he was originally way more of a one-dimensional mustache-twirling "look at me, i'm so bad, let me evil laugh now" antagonist, but i think he's much more fun and interesting to write the way he is now
his arc is probably the one I'm the most excited to write
yeah, that's duke! he's such a problem :D my favorite thing about this post is that now that it's done, i can work on the posts for tommy my love <3 also, feel free to yell at me in the comments to actually work on plotting this, because my brain hasn't been braining recently and i need it LMAO
#oc : duke strickland#wip : the nona incident!#my wips#my ocs#writeblr#creative writing#oc intro#oc introduction#meet the oc#meet my ocs#wipsbymor
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Need a helping hand? - After Dark Event
just realized ive never posted this here!! (OG on ao3 =w=b)
A very much 18+ story about Belphegor and Asmo meeting some slimy friends, based on the 'Three-Legged Crow Leisure Land' event from February 2022
its about 1500 words, ft. Voyeurism, Male Lactation, Spitroasting, Coming Untouched, Slut Shaming, Dacryphilia, Bottom Belphegor & Bottom Asmodeus
This is definitely an iffy situation and shouldnt be done irl (that being siblings having ‘good time’ like right next to eachother, its gross.)
Fully consensual, with safeword in place :3
every kink above is just mentioned once, but still present
enjoy <3
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Arriving at the theme park was fun, but there was something that you were looking forward to the most. Its likely that only Satan, Lucifer, Barbatos and Simeon had read the brochure, because they gave you some weird look when you asked them to join. The others all had something better to do apparently, running off to whatever rollercoaster or aquarium there was, leaving you with Asmo and Belphie. Apparently Belphie didn't want to be dragged along with Beel for once, and Asmo had heard about this being a special pool, so they both joined you. Everything was going swimmingly, until they both noticed something slightly slimy touching their hands. Confused eyes looked at you, and oh were you in for some fun times.
Ofcourse, you knew. Unlike some people, you had read the brochure. After dark, the pool held a special event, no children allowed. Belphie and Asmo were the only ones to join you, but they were enough to have plenty of fun. It was to your surprise that there were no other guests in the pool, but that would have probably made the situation more difficult anyway.
Looking patiently at the two men undergoing this strange situation, you noticed Asmo’s eyes meet yours, now undoubtedly filled with recognition, anticipation and just general lust. Belphie seemed to not have caught on yet, swatting at the invading tentacles.
“Belphie, now why would you want to do that? Don't you understand what's happening?” Asmo asked. Confusion was visible in Belphegor's eyes, and you looked at him fondly.
“I suppose I should explain and not just lead you into this blindly. See, if you were to read the brochure, you would know about this special, after-dark event.” Slowly approaching Belphegor, you placed your arms around his neck. “I'm sure Asmo has caught on, but you're a little late, as usual”. He scoffed, and averted his eyes from yours. “Just explain this, dickhead. What is all this?”
“As you wish” you say, sending him a smirk. Removing yourself from his warm skin, you make a grand gesture. “This, is the special, adult-only, nighttime event called ‘Need a helping hand?’. Down below you are a couple of handy dandy ‘friends’ who will help you truly relax. No moving on your side necessary”
“Oh, isn't it amazing!!” Asmo yelled, while swiftly making his way over to you. “Darling, I do love you oh so much! You knew this was on my list didn't you, sneaky bastard” Asmo said while he clung around your neck and peppered kisses all over your face.
While you were receiving all of Asmos generous affection, you glanced over to Belphie. Seeing him with a questioning look, you began to doubt yourself. “Of course, if you don't want to, you're completely free to step out! No ‘friends’ will touch you outside the pool’s border, and if you want to stop in the middle of things, yelling ‘STOP’ will force-quit all activities.” Your reassuring words seem to calm down Belphie, now nodding with a confident smile on his face. “I think I'm good like this, actually. It's new, but exciting, I guess..”
“That's my Belphie!!” Asmo yelled, clearly proud of his younger brother. “Now babes, let's get this started shall we!” You can't remember ever seeing Asmo more ecstatic than right now, your expression surely matching his. With a snip of your fingers, they can feel the tentacles getting a bit more hands on, slowly and sensually moving up their arms.
“Oh yeah, forgot to tell you guys, these tentacles wont work on me, me being human and all. Oh well” you shrug, stepping back and settling down to enjoy the show. “Oh you bastard!!” Belphie says, before grunting, the tentacle apparently having reached his nipples.
Asmo already has a couple on him, the tentacles no doubt attracted to his raging pheromones. One tentacle was groping his behind, with two different ones playing with his nipples while another approached his face. It was to no surprise that Asmo wasn't wearing his pants anymore, which were probably already gone before the ‘friends’ showed up anyway.
Belphie has apparently also met his second tentacle now, earning a loud gasp from him. One had slithered through his shorts, and began prodding at his hole. The slimy texture and them already being underwater, made it no challenge for the tentacle to enter Belphie, earning a loud, slow moan from him. His eyes were hidden behind his lids, no doubt hiding his raging desire.
While Belphie was already getting started, Asmo was still experiencing the foreplay. A grunt was heard from him, but not from pleasure. While pouting, he says “Hey, darling. Why the FUCK is Belphie getting the good stuff while I’m still getting soft touches. That just isn't fair!! Do something about it.” God, was he adorable when angry and turned on.
Rolling your eyes, you respond to him “well, darling , I don't controle these things, now do I?” A sinister smile creeped upon your face. “I suppose you should just shut up , and be patient, now why don't you?” Whatever was controlling these things, clearly understood your plan, and the tentacle cradling Asmos face began to move more aggressively. Asmo managed to get out a “Now that's more like mhp–” before the tentacle entered his mouth, not even caring about Asmo and going straight down.
Over on your left, Belphie was also still having a good time. No tentacle had reached his face yet, allowing you to hear all of his pretty noises. Plenty of other tentacles had gotten to him however, holding him up just above the water surface, in all his, now naked and slimy, glory. A couple tentacles had bound his arms together, and some others kept his legs spread nicely, displaying a beautiful sight. Between those beautiful, soft thighs of his were two tentacles playing with him. One thick one enters his hole, pulsing and moving within his tight walls, and a more slender one slowly wraps itself around his dick, moving up and down while simultaneously playing with his head. A couple beads of precum had already spilled, causing the already slimy tentacle to move even smoother and quicker.
With everything that Belphie had going on downstairs, his chest was also getting plenty of attention. Two separate tentacles with some sort of suction cup had attached themselves onto Belphies nipples, stimulating him to near the point of lactation. They must've been playing with his nipples for some time, because Belphies breathing had become rapid, and tiny beads had already started to form on his buds. Suddenly, a loud moan erupted from his mouth, and the sucking cups removed themselves, being replaced with others to keep the stimulation going. Belphegor’s moaning continued, a slow stream of milk coating his stomach and chest, while he’s also trying to chase his high by thrusting his hips up. The tentacles kept him bound however, leaving him to shudder through the continuing stimulation.
While it was hard to revert your eyes from the beautiful Belphegor, entirely blessed out, Asmo was making tons of noises that deserved your attention as well. On your right, Asmo was being held up by a giant tentacle, while having both his holes deliciously filled. Even though his mouth was stuffed, he couldn't help but moan and grunt from the situation he’s in. Aside from both tentacles pounding into his holes, he also had plenty of tentacles roaming his body, feeling up every square inch of space, yet leaving his cock untouched. Asmo must like being treated like the whore he is, left to serve only for others pleasure, because slow beads of precum were making their way down his cock, which has never felt this good, yet completely untouched. You make sure to remember this and bring it up for some later ‘fun times’, but now the current Asmo needed your attention, with his eyes basically begging you to keep looking at him.
Like the tentacles could also feel your eyes upon them, they began to pound harder and harder, causing tiny tears of pleasure to appear in Asmos eyes. The tentacles penetrating Asmo were working together, one entering as the other retreated, leaving Asmo with constant stimulation. Ever since you started looking at the beautiful fifth born, you noticed a definite increase of precum leaking out. Just when Asmo thought it couldn't get any better, both tentacles entering him started a synchronised pulsation, pulling him over the edge. Beautiful thick ropes spurted out of him, and his noises grew even louder, yet still being stifled by the tentacle.
Glancing over to Belphegor, you could tell from the added liquids on his stomach that he had another orgasm. You were disappointed you had missed it, but were well aware that this would continue for some time more, and were determined to not miss one again, from neither Asmo nor Belphie. This would be a fun couple hours.
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Scrapped Himekawa Maki's parts in the dropped Hinode project.
So you know... I've said it before, with Kizuna showing the 02 group going well and being happy, I decided to drop this entire project because I was satisfied with what they had done there.
Though, I liked some parts of it and especially Himekawa Maki's "redemption" arc parts. Well, she wasn't totally "redeemed" -- Think about Ex-Aid's Dan Kuroto in this case. The idea was that she could help Daisuke and co. to solve this strange mystery connected to the parallel world from Lady of the Castle counterparts -- with them discovering that their world also had a counterpart for Pandora (the main villain of that series) and that those new villains were after said person.
Maki would just help with technical and analysis stuff -- but hey, why can't they just ask Koushiro? Well, this was ▽ compliant and the biggest traumatic experience from 2005 made Daisuke feel a little... out of himself. So he believed he was the culprit for all of the mess caused by the ▽ villains and forced himself to isolate from the others -- he would only keep contact with Ken, Miyako and Iori for some reason. No, he wasn't... angry with the other eight, but more with himself.
Anyway, here's the Maki's parts! I'll put the context for better understanding.
Ch 6 - Energetic Waves, Fauermon
It hadn’t been her end.
She was pretty alive, but far away from her duties. Her partner, and by that meant her human partner, had been missing and possibly considered dead. Insanity had kept Himekawa Maki out of her job.
“You… You’re not dead right?”
She was glancing at a photo, her hands shaking but holding tight the portrait.
“Tell me… You’re NOT dead…”
She couldn’t believe in what they said to her. Not three years ago, not now. Maki was feeling an emptiness in her heart, the people she loved had left and she was alive.
The Chosen Children had found her lost, after the events. Daisuke had yelled at her and had accused to tricking them. She had felt guilty… But learning that her partner had died… No, she hadn’t believed in those kids.
All she had done caused that mess.
It had been her fault. Once she had returned to the human world, her boss had forced her to retire. Maki hadn’t complained, and had left. Without Bakumon she had no power. BUT without Nishijima Daigo she felt incomplete.
Now she was looking at that old photo of them, taken by the sweetest girl in the Chosen Children group, Kitabayashi Hitomi.
“Call me.”
Her eyes were fixated on the boy’s smile.
“CALL ME…!!”
If the price she had to pay for having Bakumon back meant Daigo’s death…
… She shouldn’t have made a deal with Yggdrasil.
“Himechan…!” - a voice called her, a feminine voice. The person opening the door was…
“Daigo??”
No, it was Hitomi. Visiting her from her day off. A woman -- with neck length black red hair and moon shaped glasses, wearing a black suit similar to the one Maki used to wear -- entered the room and frowned.
“No, it’s just me.”
Maki turned her head back to the photo.
Context: This was Maki's debut in the story, as well for Hitomi, who is the girl pictured in pt4 flashbacks. The one with Orochimon/Xuawumon as partner. You might remember her from this post here. Hitomi is a headcanon name for this girl.
Ch 7 - You never saw it coming
Ken was returning home when he received a message. Curiously, the Chosen of Kindness stopped nearby a store and checked his phone to see who sent him a text.
He widened his eyes in shock about the sender. He didn’t expect THAT name to appear in a while, not when all of his troubles had started with her.
But their exchange…
What do you want? - Ichijouji
I’ve been contacted by your friend, asking for my services - Himekawa
I thought you had fun enough with us - Ichijouji
My crimes had been paid with his death. I do not beg your pardon - Himekawa
Which friend are you talking about? - Ichijouji
Motomiya Daisuke, why do you ask? - Himekawa
He would be the least person in this world to make a deal with you again - Ichijouji
She got on Ken’s nerves. From all he had gathered about her, he couldn’t accept her help at all. Like, why would Daisuke contact her?
My phone got a message from him, unless it’s a scammer - Himekawa
Why did you contact me, then? - Ichijouji
I need your digivice once again, to re-analyze it - Himekawa
“What?!” - Ken almost broke his phone thanks to all the anger he felt - “Why would Daisuke want HER help??! Is he sane?! She was the one who tricked us in the first place!”
You stole it from me to analyze it once, don’t you have the data with you? - Ichijouji
The data is stored in the Bureau, and I was forced to be retired for a while - Himekawa
… “Retired”? - Ichijouji
You don’t need further details of my life, I’m asking for your cooperation this time - Himekawa
How can I be sure you’re not going to fool us again? - Ichijouji
I give you my word I won’t do anything against you or your friends - Himekawa
Can he believe her?
Context: This is a follow up to the previous scene where Daisuke, Miyako, Hikari and Takeru discuss how to discover more about the digimon trying to murder Daisuke and how they can "freeze" the place during those attacks, blocking the digivice signal. Daisuke says "I can't believe I'm doing this, but we need her help this time."
Note that he could've asked Koushiro, but he's still trying to not bother any of the older six and is still recovering from his own paranoiac episode. He will get better later, I promise!! But Ken is not very happy with that idea...
Not totally Maki-related, but here's the follow up of this scene with Hitomi:
A teacher had been observing Iori talking with a couple of kids and then left to talk on the phone. She, Kitabayashi Hitomi, was interested in whatever he was talking with… So she approached with caution to at least hear what he was saying.
“I know, I need to pick Upamon and I can do it for you. No? Are you saying Daisuke-san contacted that woman?! Why didn’t he ask Ken-san for that information? Ah… I forgot about it… Ken-san suffered a memory loss once the Dark Seed stopped working.”
He sighed, but proceeded:
“No, I have nothing against her but… Is he sure we can trust her after all the things she has done to us? Is it even okay, because I do not want to remind him that she’s the one who sent us to the battlefield and probably encapsulated us once we were unconscious.”
“The Chosen Children are trying to contact Himechan?” - Hitomi thought, but she decided to not call her boss. To be honest, she wanted to know more details… Perhaps asking Himechan by herself?
“I see… He has some plan in mind” - Iori blinked in surprise - “I’m going to pick Upamon now, if you have more news please contact me immediately. See you there.”
And he left the school. Not realizing Hitomi was around.
“What would the children want with Himechan? Should I ask them?” - she wondered - “Maybe I should ask Himechan? I will keep my eyes on Hida-kun.”
In which you learn she's also an undercover teacher, but at Odaiba Jr. High School (aka Middle School) instead, as a Science teacher.
Ch 8 - Deals
If Daisuke said so, we can trust her… Not. That was what Ken thought, he was against that idea of asking Himekawa for help. But he had to, his memories about the Kaiser’s tricks and gimmicks never had returned. And knowing the Data Bureau wouldn’t let touch the analysis she did in the prior three years gave him no choices.
The young kids met her after school, in her residence. There, the kids saw a few photos of Daigo, and some peculiar ones with them as children with a group formed by five kids and… five digimons?! But when…
“Himekawa-san was one of the original Chosen Child” - Miyako explained to Takeru and Hikari - “That’s how she gained Daisuke’s trust.”
“Why didn’t she tell us before?” - Hikari was in shock - “Does it mean Nishijima-san was one too?”
“Yeah, he too” - Daisuke answered her - “I guess we know by the photos who were their digimon partners.”
Most of them had Bakumon, some of them had the other digimon and their partners: A Muchomon with a chubby boy, a Guilmon for a sporty boy and a Kamemon for a girl with glasses. Daigo’s partner was a Bearmon and they were present in the group’s photo.
Iori realized the girl with glasses looked like a teacher from Odaiba Junior High. Daisuke, Miyako, Hikari and Takeru too, since they had seen her when they attended the school three years ago.
“Kitabayashi-sensei was a Chosen Child too?” - they said in unison.
“Ah, you’re here” - Maki received them, and they glanced at her - “Oh…” - she realized they were looking at the photos - “I apologize for not telling you kids before, it was confidential information.”
“Confidential?” - they repeated.
“In the time we all were recruited, we were forced to not contact the new Chosen Children. Actually, the Data Bureau was only created after the incidents of August 1999 and we became the bridge connecting the human world and the Digital World. In other words, all our work was to represent the Bureau in front of Gennai-san and the Digital World’s deities. I also was the vessel for Homeostasis in the past, which means I got a higher position for being able to bring her to the human world for beforehand reunions.”
“You were a vessel like Hikari-chan?!” - Takeru gasped.
“I didn’t like it, because Homeostasis had betrayed me as a child. But that’s not storytelling time, Motomiya-kun said you kids needed my help.”
“Ah yes, we were almost forgetting it!” - Daisuke then glanced at Ken - “Ken, please?”
Ken wasn’t okay with that idea.
“I don’t understand what you want to search on my digivice, Daisuke” - he answered - “Actually we’re trying to search for some way to discover what’s blocking our power when we’re… Dragged in a distorted reality.”
“Hm…” - she was thoughtful.
“That’s why we need to check your digivice, Ken!” - Daisuke insisted - “Because you had this power once… Because your digivice is the Digivice of Darkness, right?”
“Yes, I agree” - the other nodded - “But it sounds like it’s my fault you’re unable to evolve your partners and I… I do not like to feel that I’m the issue.”
“It’s not you, we know that! We want to know about the source of the dark powers. They must have something similar from your digivice…!”
“I see…” - he hesitated, then he glared at Maki - “I will let you do your analysis, but I demand to keep an eye on you. Takeru-kun and Daisuke will stay at the door, Miyako-san and I will be with you. Hikari-san and Iori-kun will stay at the front door.”
“Even if I wanted to do something harmful, I could’ve done once you all were here” - Maki replied calmly - “But if it would make you comfortable, then feel free to lock the front door and the windows so I can’t escape from them.”
“She’s sassy like Ken-kun” - Miyako whispered to the others.
Context: You can clearly notice this is old because I used my own assumptions for the partners of the kids, that before ReArise game (suspiciously) released the playable Holy Beasts evoline in game, which also used the same digimon depicted in pt4. I had this funny idea of the leader of them all being not Daigo, but Qinglongmon's tamer -- So I made him be a Guilmon here.
Also this is the part I miss the most -- Because the funny clash of sass masters Ken and Maki lol. And yeah, this would be the part Maki just spills the beans about her, Daigo and Hitomi's connections with the digimon.
Ch 9 - Fire 'n' Ice
“I have the results, Please contact Motomiya-kun as soon as possible.”
Why was she calling Ken? Why was she talking to him and telling him to give the news if she could do that by herself? Ken had no patience with her anymore, but he had to cooperate and be polite. She was older than him, more older than Osamu. But oh he hated her.
Hated her voice and her mind.
“I will, but could you tell me what you found in my digivice?”
“Well, that’s supposed to be discussed with your group in the next meeting. I’m sure you would wait until then.”
“I’m very curious about the results” - he was pretty irritated with her, but didn’t let it be noticed in his voice. He kept speaking calmly - “If you could give me some information by phone, I’d be thankful.”
“I found an interesting mechanism in your device. Unique, different from the digivice of your friend Inoue. It’s able to generate Dark energy and Light energy, it seems it’s related to the World of Darkness, or as you kids call it, Dark Ocean.”
“That we know already, it was how we sealed Daemon six years ago. I opened the gate to the Dark Ocean and sent him there.”
“I found that plan stupid when I learned about the events.”
“What did you expect us to have done?! Let him catch me?!”
“You could’ve gathered your friends’ digimon and finished him. If you had Omegamon’s All Delete on your side--”
“We couldn’t! Their digimon was out of energy to help us! We had no choice, so please avoid criticizing our decisions and give me details.”
“Your digivice has some kind of shard, like a sand pebble, from the Dark Ocean. It’s not literal, there’s data from that world installed in your D-3.”
“A program?”
“Yes, what did you expect? It’s a program. If you could bring me some samples of this distorted reality, I could discover more about its functions.”
“Um… I will tell Daisuke and the others about it, I’m sorry but I have to go.”
“Anytime.”
Context: Still part of the sub-plot she was involved, by analyzing stuff and telling the children. Ken and her had this not-so-friendly relationship as well, because of the events of ▽ lol. Anyway, this was the last thing I wrote before dropping the entire story.
You can read a few redux version drabbles of the main part of the story (the ones related to Wallace, Dai-Lightnimon, the Digimental Weapons, and the evil guys of this dropped plot) on my AO3.
Hope you enjoyed it ( •̀ ω •́ )✧
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Kim Sunoo – Seashells
Genre: Childhood Best Friends To Lovers
Summary: You and Sunoo have been best friends ever since you were neighbours in childhood. As you grew older together you slowly developed feelings for him, not knowing how he feels about you. Now that you are spending the day at the beach with his family, will you finally gain some hints about his feelings?
word count: 1.7k
a/n: Hello! This is my first work I have written about Enhypen! I deeply apologise if it is too cliche or badly written. I really tried my best to write it well!
I love the childhood best friends to lovers trope so much and I think Sunoo really suits this romance trope, so I thought of this fanfic for him! I do have an idea for a second part but I’ll see how this one goes first. Actually the picture of Sunoo holding up the seashell to his ear inspired me to write this fic and inspired one of the scenes in it, along with the title haha.
Anyways, I hope you will like and enjoy it! I am not sure if it is good, so please tell me what you think of it in the comments! Thank you so much! I appreciate you reading my first story! I hope you have a wonderful day or night!
It was a nice and clear day and you and your best friend Sunoo’s family decided to go to the beach. It has been like this for years with your families. It started ever since you two were little children and you lived next to each other as neighbours. You could say you knew Sunoo for as long as you have lived, and you loved it that way. Days like these as you spend your time with him were your favourite, you didn’t tell him yet but you were in love with your best friend.
As you arrive at the beach and step out of the car the refreshing smell of the salty ocean tickles your nose as you take a deep breath of the cold air in.
The Kim family hasn’t made it to the beach car park yet so your family starts to unpack their things from the back of the car and make their way down to the beach to find a nice spot on the sand.
“Are you coming y/n?” Your mother asked you from the beach’s stairway with the lunch she made for the day in her hand.
“Oh, I think I am going to wait for Sunoo, he texted me saying he will come soon, his sister just wanted to stop at the shops to buy some sunscreen.” You responded.
“Okay, that’s fine, we will be down here if you need us.” Your mother happily replied with a small grin on her face. She knew that you just didn’t want to do anything without Sunoo with you first, you have always been like this since you were little.
While you wait for him to come you decide to sit down at a bench in the shade while admiring the beach, you pan your eyes across the horizon of the waves and take a good view of the beautiful scenery. It was a very beautiful day and you are so excited to spend it with Sunoo.
After a few minutes Sunoo’s family finally came and parked in the parking spot next to your car.
You recognised it was them straight away and stood up from the bench starting to make your way over to Sunoo’s car, as you did you could see Sunoo already running over to you excitedly.
“Y/n!” He called out. As he finally made it over you could see he was out of breath from running so fast making you chuckle.
“Sorry we took so long, y/n! My sister is always so forgetful and of course she had to tell us only at the last minute that she forgot her sunscreen and we needed to go to the shops.” Sunoo said apologetically, feeling bad for making you wait for so long.
“It’s fine Sunoo! I am just glad you are here now.” You assured him with a happy smile.
“I swear I’m really going to get mad at her one day! She stole the time I could’ve been spending with you here.” Sunoo pouted, making you blush a little knowing that he was just as happy as you were to spend the day with him.
“Hey! I heard that Sunoo!” Sunoo’s sister yells from the car, causing you to laugh.
“What? It's true!!” Sunoo argued back.
“Anyways! Enough wasting time talking! Let’s go and have some fun!” Sunoo joyfully shouted while grabbing you by the hand leading you down the stairway.
“This day was going to be amazing” you thought to yourself.
When you and Sunoo arrive at the bottom of the stairs, you both make your way to the now set up picnic that your family had arranged.
“Hi Mrs (mother’s last name)!” Sunoo greeted your mother respectfully while bowing.
“Hello Sunoo! It’s so great to see you again, as your usual cheerful self I see!” Your mother responded to him with a soft smile forming on her lips when she sees you two holding hands.
“Of course! I am always happy when I am able to be with y/n.” Sunoo replied while smiling brightly, making you even more flustered. Why is he saying all these sweet things today?
After Sunoo’s family members make it down to the beach, your Father asks you to walk back to the carpark to the Kim family’s car to grab the umbrellas which will provide shade for the picnic.
You unlock your hands from Sunoo’s and you obediently accept your task. Sunoo’s eyes follow you as you start to walk away.
“Is it okay if I help y/n Mr (father’s last name)?” Sunoo asked your father. “My mother brought a lot of umbrellas so there might be too many for y/n to carry alone.”
“That’s thoughtful of you Sunoo, yes you can go up with her, we will all wait for you down here.” your father said.
As you make your way to your car and open the trunk to unpack the umbrellas you suddenly feel a larger hand on top of yours grabbing the umbrellas too. You quickly withdraw your hand in surprise and turn behind you to see Sunoo…?
“S-sunoo?” you stuttered, confused.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you y/n. I just wanted to help you out with the umbrellas since the larger ones might be heavy and there is a lot to carry.” Sunoo said while scratching the back of his head bashfully.
“O-oh okay, it’s fine! I know you didn’t mean to scare me, I was just startled since I didn’t realise you were behind me.” you responded laughing a little at yourself.
“Yes my bad.” Sunoo heartily laughs with you while smiling at you with that warm signature smile of his that you adore so much. You're sure you could feel your cheeks heat up whenever he smiles at you like that.
You and Sunoo finally make it back to the beach where everyone else was and you both start to open the umbrellas, sticking them into the sand.
“There you both are, I was starting to get worried about what was taking so long.” your father said.
“Sorry Dad, Sunoo and I just got a bit distracted by laughing.” you mumbled with a grin on your face while you looked over to Sunoo who was also smirking at you.
“It’s okay, now let's get the food out, everyone must be starving by now.” your father replied.
The next few hours were peaceful. Both of your families gathered together and happily chatted with each other while they ate their food they brought for the picnic. You got to sit in front of Sunoo at the table which made you feel a little shy since he would be able to directly look at you while you ate. Which he did, Sunoo’s eyes couldn’t stop staring at you the whole time during lunch and you couldn’t either. You have always loved Sunoo’s eyes, even though they were sharp and seemed cold, behind them he was truly warm and sweet. While he was looking at you it's like he was trying to tell you something by his stare, you could tell because whenever he had an idea you could see it through the playful look in his eyes.
“Hey y/n.” he leaned forward and whispered to you with a smile on his face. In curiosity with what he is going to say you answered “Yes?”
“After we eat I want to show you a fun place we can hang at together on the beach.” he told you.
“Sure! Let’s do it.” you happily said.
After everyone finished eating Sunoo quickly grabbed your hand once again and led you to this rocky outskirt on the beach. It was a nice and quiet secluded place with a pretty view of the ocean waves.
“Remember when we would play around big rocks like these when we were little and try to climb on them?” Sunoo said while sweetly looking at you.
“Yes, it was so fun.” you chuckled thinking of your childhood memories with him.
“Y/n look!!.” Sunoo excitedly shouted.
You turn your head and see Sunoo running towards some seashells that he found on the sand, collecting a couple in his hands.
You walk over to him and see him starting to hold some seashells up to his ear trying all the different ones he found. You decide to join him and try to see if you could hear anything out of them too.
“Did you know it's true that you can hear the ocean inside seashells?” Sunoo excitedly said.
“I used to think that as a child but now I know that it’s not true.” You responded chuckling.
“Well I think you would change your mind after putting your ear up to this seashell! I swear I could hear the sound of the waves really clear in this one!” Sunoo protested.
You already knew that the seashell’s noise would be the same as all the other ones you have tried but you couldn’t help but giggle at Sunoo’s cuteness.
You sit down shuffling closer to Sunoo on the sand and lean toward him to put your ear up to the seashell that he was holding in-front of you. Being so close to him made your heartbeat much faster than usual, you could now easily see his delicate features as he faced toward you. You blushed hardly from the proximity of your faces and you hoped Sunoo won’t see how red your face was getting.
“Are you okay y/n?” Sunoo asked innocently without realising how close he was to you.
“U-uh yes I’m fine.” You quickly replied, as you continued to stare into his eyes while he held up the seashell.
“Y/n…” Sunoo softly says while leaning even closer to your face. “Do you…” and before he could continue a loud voice yelling from the other side of the beach interrupts him.
“Sunoo, Y/n!!!” your father’s voice echoes the beach. “Where are you two? We are going to start playing beach volleyball now.”
At the sound of your father’s voice you swiftly stand up and tell Sunoo that you two should head back while trying to cover your now very flustered face. Sunoo still remains sitting on the sand with the same feeling in his chest that he has felt for years already when he’s around you.
“How will I ask her?” Sunoo thought to himself.
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