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barcaatthemoon · 1 month

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be like water || fridlona rolfo x reader ||

you try to pull away from frido when your feelings become too much to handle.

you didn't think it was possible for you to be so stupid. there had never been a doubt in your mind about following frido and ingrid from wolfsburg to barcelona. they were your best friends, and it made ingrid feel a lot better if she was close enough to really look out for you. what you couldn't believe was how quickly you managed to fall for frido once mapi came into the picture.

in all actuality, you had always had feelings for frido. she was kind, caring, and gorgeous. however, she had always ever spoken about boyfriends. you knew that didn't mean your crush was completely hopeless, but you also had trouble imagining a reality where frido liked you back.

you could think of a million reasons why frido wouldn't have felt the same way about you. there would always be so many things standing in the way of your happy ending. you were fairly certain that frido was straight since she had never shown an interest in any of your other teammates before. if it wasn't that, then the age gap was sure to get you. you had been barely 18 whenever the two of you had met, and it didn't help that ingrid had introduced you as "the baby" of the norweigan team.

'baby norway' was what they had been calling you since your call up to the national team at the tender age of 15. you had been a super sub back then, but it had only taken you a year and a half to become a consistent starter. you'd been blessed with practically no injuries, none that required rehab or surgeries at the very least. however, all of that came crashing down around you at barcelona.

it had started with a little tweak of your ankle during practice. frido cursed herself for not noticing it earlier whenever you went down at the next game. you knew that it wasn't her fault, you had already begun to pull away from her. still, she sat with you in the trainer's room while it got checked out.

"frido, you don't have to stay here," you told her. ingrid was out on the pitch and mapi was sitting in the stands with the rest of the injured players. you had hoped that frido would have stayed on the pitch, but instead, she had been insistent on coming with you. it was hard for you to avoid your feelings whenever frido openly showed how much she cared for you.

"jona has already subbed me off. am i just supposed to leave you here all by yourself?" frido asked you. you opened your mouth to tell her that was exactly what she should do, but she cut you off first. "don't be ridiculous. you and ingrid were there for me whenever i got hurt. i want to be here for you too."

"frido, please. this is the last thing that i need right now. just, go take a shower and calm down," you said. frido couldn't come up with a reason to argue with you, so she reluctantly left you in the trainer's room. once she was gone, you laid back and took a deep breath. it felt like a weight was lifted off of your chest once she was gone, only to be replaced by guilt clawing its way through your throat. frido just wanted to be there for you, but you couldn't get over your stupid feelings for her long enough to let her.

…

"so, tell me again why i'm the one picking you up from the hospital when i know for a fact that frido asked to do this?" ingrid asked you. she had been around countless times when frido offered to take care of you or escort you from appointment to appointment.

"we haven't gotten to spend much time together lately, and i missed you, that's all." it wasn't a complete lie, but ingrid knew that it wasn't the whole truth either. she pulled down a side street and turned her car off. you couldn't get out on your own, so the two of you were trapped there until ingrid got the truth out of you.

"did something happen between the two of you?" ingrid asked. you shook your head as you pulled your good leg up into the seat in front of you. you rested your head against your knee to keep it turned away from ingrid. "you still love her, don't you?"

"of course i love her, she's my best friend. i came all the way from germany for her, ingrid. i just didn't know that i couldn't be around her alone," you confessed. ingrid paused as she took in your words. you had always been adamant that you came for both of your friends, even if ingrid knew otherwise. she knew all about the secret feelings you kept for frido, just like she knew how conflicted frido felt about you.

"mapi is going to kill me for this, but i want you to stay with me for the next week or so, okay? neither frido nor i want you to be alone, but i won't force you to stay with her if you can't handle it," ingrid told you. you thanked her quietly as she started the car up again and drove off towards her apartment.

she didn't tell you about frido already being at your place. ingrid didn't tell you a lot of things, just like she didn't tell frido anything either. she kept both of your secrets until one of you were ready to come out with it. she wanted to help you desperately, but knew that it wasn't her place to put it all out in the open.

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"i don't get it. did i do something?" frido was practically tearing her hair out as she sat on the couch next to ingrid and aitana. your stay with mapi and ingrid had ended over a week ago, but you were still dodging all of frido's texts and calls.

"it's not you, i promise," ingrid reassured the older woman. "the baby just has some things to work out, that's all. this is a difficult time for her, she's going through a lot."

"but why is she pushing me away? i could help her, but she won't let me." tears sprung to frido's eyes. you had always seemed closer with ingrid because of your shared nationality, but it had never been an issue for frido before. "i need a minute."

"frido, wait!" ingrid shouted. frido was standing, but she didn't make a move to leave her place. "let me drive you to (y/n)'s. i think you two realy need to talk."

"she doesn't want anything to do with me. i'm not you, it's okay," frido said. ingrid sighed and pulled frido outside. the drive from your place was pretty short, usually just a ten minute walk.

ingrid felt bad about blindsiding you, but this conversation couldn't wait any longer. both you and frido were tearing yourselves apart trying to navigate feelings and your friendship. ingrid knew how easy it could be for both of you, and that was all she wanted. she just wanted her friends to be happy, even if the thought of making a move terrified the both of them.

you hadn't expected any visitors, so ingrid and frido's arrival had taken you by surprise. ingrid shoving frido through your front door and closing it for you was an even bigger one. ingrid knew practically everything, and yet, here she was forcing you to be alone with the person who had been giving you so much grief for the past few months.

"i think we need to talk, but i don't know what to say to you," you told frido. you hobbled over to your couch and sat down. frido just stood in front of you and paced around your living room. "fridolina, calm down."

"no, i can't. i am sick and tired of being calm about this. you've got me worried sick. i care about you so much, and i want to help you through whatever this is, but you won't let me. i know that i'm not ingrid, and i'm sorry, but fuck! let me help you." frido's voice grew as she spoke, but she never really got close to shouting at you. "talk to me, please. i miss the way things were in germany, it felt so much easier back then."

"trust me, it was never any easier. we just weren't alone back then like we are now," you told her. frido glanced down at you, a look of confusion on her face. "i don't want you to be ingrid, frido. i love you for you, and that's the problem."

"your problem is that you love me?" frido asked you. you nodded, unable to look up and meet her gaze. you kept your eyes down as you felt her approach you. the couch dipped down as frido sat down next to you. you shuddered when her arm wrapped around you, even though you had been craving her affection since you started to distance yourself. "look at me, (y/n), please."

"i can't," you whispered. frido sighed as she pressed a kiss to the side of your forehead. "i can't do this. i have to talk to jona. i have to go back to wolfsburg or just somewhere else."

"don't run away from your feelings. just look at me, please," frido pleaded with you. she was on the verge of getting on her knees and begging you to look at her. you didn't know why, but something in her voice compelled you to go against your instincts.

your eyes met tearful blue ones, and you nearly broke because of it. frido gently caressed your cheek, rubbing her thumb along your cheekbone as she stared at you. there was no disgust or pity in frido's eyes, which caught you by surprise. all you could see was relief. your friendship didn't implode on the spot because of your admission, which filled you with a relief that you couldn't even begin to describe.

"i love you too," frido told you. she leaned forward and pressed her forehead against yours. her eyes flicked down to your lips before coming back up to meet your eyes again. "can i kiss you?"

frido barely managed to finish her sentence before you were lurching forward. she caught your body in her arms, allowing for you to practically lay on top of her as the two of your lips met in a passionate kiss. frido began to push you back a bit to catch her breath. you let out a whine as her lips moved off of yours.

"i've wanted this for so long that i don't ever want to stop," you said quietly. frido smiled as she pressed a quick kiss to your lips. "i thought you'd hate me if i told you how i felt. i had tried for so long to be cool and casual, but i couldn't. the more time we spent here without ingrid, the harder it became."

"i wish that you had told me how you felt, but i am not sure that i would have accepted it at first. i think we were both going through something, but that's over now. we have each other, and if you're willing to give me a chance, i'd like to see where this goes." frido's words made your heart swell a little with happiness. it was an odd feeling, finally having your feelings reciprocated. you didn't know what to do with yourself. you didn't know where things were going, but you hoped that they flowed as easily and naturally as your friendship with her had.

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #frido rolfo imagine #frido rolfo x reader #fridolina rolfo imagine #fridolina rolfo x reader

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donatellawritings · 4 months

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Rich to me is always the friends to lovers (everybody sees it but you two) it’s him yelling “behind” at everyone but sliding behind you with a hand on your hip “behind sweetheart” it’s you walking into the group of boys smoking outside & u bypass everyone to grab a smoke straight from his lips “thanks babe” it’s family having no empty chairs at the table so you sit on his lap while Syd & carm just stare. I think you’d bring my wish to life beautifully written. I need all the build up to the smut

can i just say that richie is definitely the type to be a jagoff to everyone, but never to you - everyone else knew how to work his last nerve, but you and your cutesy smile and bright eyes would make him all warm and fuzzy for sure

explicit sexual content ahead

it was no secret to anyone who worked at the restaurant (or had eyes) that you and richie had a ‘special’ kind of relationship. for starters, it wasn’t common for a hotheaded man, like richie jerimovich, to be so touchy and lovey-dovey with anyone. i mean, not even his ex-wife got to see that side of him often, and they shared a child. however there was something about you that just made richie feel as though he needed to be around you, protect you, handle you tenderly.

maybe it was because you were younger than him - fuck if he knew, all richie knew in his heart of hearts was that he had it bad for you.

things between you two started off gradually, “gotta get past you, sweetheart,” the older man rasped, the warm and calloused palm of his hand gently cradling the small of your lower back as he made his way past you, his tall frame easily reaching over you to grab ahold of a pot from the top cabinet.

you’d simply nod wordlessly, keeping your eyes trained forward in an effort to conceal the blush that rose to your cheeks.

after weeks of comfortability that increased between the two of you, you decided you’d test the waters. you’d watched carefully as he made his way out of the back door that led behind the building of the beef. quickly scanning over the not-so-busy environment of the restaurant, you walked away from the cash register, towards the back exit of the beef.

“i’ll be back in ten!” you called out, earning a mumble of approval from carmy and sydney who were entirely too engrossed in a conversation about expanding the menu.

the moment you’d exited the restaurant, the unforgiving cold winter chicago air bit at you, causing you to hiss as you quickly folded your arms tightly over your chest, your fitted ‘the beef’ t-shirt lifting a bit as you turned to find richie leaned against the brick wall.

he was so rugged and laid back, it drove you insane. his hoodie remained open, revealing the matching t-shirt that clung to his slim abdomen, one of his hands shoved in the pocket of his adidas track pants, while the other held a cigarette to his lips. richie didn’t notice your presence yet, too involved in a conversation with sweeps and marcus.

you’d decided it would be the perfect time to push the envelope, walking directly past marcus and sweeps as you approached richie, a flutter now swirling in your stomach as he raised his eyebrows at you, cigarette loosely held between his sharp teeth.

you two held eye contact for a beat, before you gently grabbed the cigarette from his mouth, before raising it to sit sit between the swell of your lips, taking a quick pull from the cigarette, “thanks babe,” you exhaled with a sweet close-mouthed smile.

all richie could do was swallow thickly, nodding to himself before he returned his attention back to the conversation at hand, softly swatting the side of your thigh when he decided that it was time for you to return the cigarette.

it was then, that things started to reach a whole new level of touchiness and couple-like actions between you and richie.

today was family. your second-most favorite day of the week, aside from payday. you were a bit late to the function, courtesy of your hair appointment, walking into the main room of the restaurant, instantly being greeted with a chorus of differing ‘hello’s’.

“hi, m’sorry for being late, my hair girl was late!” you rushed to explain, shrugging off richie’s your zip-up hoodie as you glanced around the room, seeing that all seats were occupied, “oh.”

sydney’s eyes widened as she shared the same realization, “fuck, uh, maybe we can get you an extra seat from the office, i-” she began, taking a bit too long, leaving richie no choice, but to come up with a solution of his own.

“s’nothing syd, she can sit with me,” richie spoke with a careless shrug, his mouth full of pasta as he looked up at you, swallowing his food before continuing, “c’mon, sweetheart.”

you obliged, your lips suddenly running dry as you walked towards richie’s seat, softly grabbing his outstretched hand as he gently guided your hips to sit comfortably against his.

you slightly shifted your hips, sending a shock to your clit as his bulge deliciously sat flush against your ass, “thanks, richie,” you muttered, focusing your gaze on the pasta dish that sat before you.

richie leaned back into his seat, the suddenly awkward silence of the dining room now becoming a bit too apparent to him. shaking his head, richie kept one of his arms loosely hung around you, before clearing his throat.

“yo, i don’t know why the fuck everyone is being fuckin’ quiet,” he huffed, his eyes now landing on carmy and sydney, before he sighed, “cousin, just say what the fuck you’re grateful for already!”

it wasn’t long before everyone returned to their normal conversations, about twenty minutes passing, before richie decided to lean in close to you, bringing his lips to your ear.

“m’ready to get the fuck outta here.”

and that’s how you ended up in the driver’s seat of richie’s car, his seat fully reclined back, one hand gripping the back of your neck, while the other guided your hips to bounce hard against his.

“ah, fuck - y’gonna make me cum in you if you keep fuckin’ me like that, sweetheart,” richie groaned, moving the hand that guided your hips to your back, pushing you further into his chest as he fucked up into you.

your face was in his neck, throaty moans and gasps leaving your lips as you sloppily kissed and sucked at the skin of his neck, the sound of your hips slapping into each other mixed with the squelch and slurp of your wet pussy taking his length leaving you a needy mess.

you were so close to reaching your peak, your pulsing hole clenching around richie’s dick as his thrust remained forceful and rough, “i can fuckin’ feel you around me, baby, y’want me to make you cum, yeah,” he chuckled, leaning his head against the headrest as he brought his hand to your hip, grinding your hips flush against his in circular motions.

“fuck, richie,” was all you could mewl through your gritted teeth, your stomach tight as your clit rubbed against the wet skin of his pelvis.

“keep ridin’ me, sweetheart,” he whispered, pecking your flexed temple as he forced your hips deeps against his, “just keep fuckin’ ridin’ me.”

yeah, your relationship with your coworker was far from orthodox, but neither of you seemed to get enough of it. nor, did you want to.

#dadbodfanatic-x #asks #richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich fanfic #richie jerimovich imagine #richie jerimovich smut

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hannah-banana-lou · 3 months

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Come back to me

So to start off with, i hate a lot of fanfics that include the (y/n) character as a barely legal, fragile, tiny thing that is oblivious to sex because that is just not me! i love alot of fanfics that have a lot of world building, real life issues and are really in depth, mixed in with some smut, steamy romance and fluff. i know this will not be for everyone but for those who do enjoy that, i hope this does it for you!

Husband William afton x Wife female reader - AU.

Planning on making this into a series if people like it!

content warning: marriage issues, smut, verbal abuse, age gap couple - william (early 50's) Reader (mid/late 20's)

UNDER 18'S DNI!!!

Come back to me (pt.1)

A glance. A kiss. Lips crashing down unto yours. he has you pinned against the bedroom door, panting heavily. Hands exploring places they've been so many times before. yours hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt. desperation. his hooking their way into your sweatpants, teasingly close to where you need him, where you're yearning for him. his kisses moving from your lips, slowly trailing along your jaw before reaching your neck. he bites, suckles and licks the skin there, sending tingles throughout your body, reaching to your core. you're lost in the moment, feeling his beard scratch so deliciously against your skin, his lips soft but desperate. You need this. He needs this.

"mommy!" your ears prick up. the sound of one of your twins calling for you. you ignore it, trying to focus on the present scene unfolding in front of you.

"mommy, look at me!" again. calling for you. you can feel a haze slipping over you. mind going grey, unable to feel the kisses being planted.

a snap of your husbands fingers and you jump. you're in the garden, sitting on the patio next to william. the morning sun is beaming, your two children running around the garden, screaming and giggling. you glance over at william, he is staring at you. the silence between you both brooding ... deafening.

"your children are calling for you. just gonna ignore them?" he grunts out. a dig at you, most definitely.

you shake your head in response, taking the cup filled with coffee off the table, moving it up to your lips and taking a sip, you frown. it's gone cold.

the better part of the morning is spent playing with your children, trying to forget that you have a marriage counselling appointment in the early afternoon. not the first and most definitely not the last. no doubt william will find some excuse to not attend, he thinks marriage counselling is a scam, a waste of money. he refused to even acknowledge the idea until you nagged him for weeks. he eventually gave up.

you're now sat in the car, he's driving. the silence is painful. the drive to the appointment, uncomfortable.

your in the appointment. all his responses are grunts or a few word answers, while you're pouring your heart out, begging for him to just talk to you. a usual occurrence during these appointments.

You stop crying, lost in thought. maybe he was having an affair, it would explain a lot... no. yes. wait... would he do that to you? when would he have the time? god. don't be silly, he isn't cheating on you.... right? Before your mind can trail off anymore the therapist throws a question to you both.

"what are the biggest issues within your marriage? we have discussed this before briefly, however i'm curious as to the individual answers. William, why don't you start us off? yes?"

you glance over at william. he is staring directly at the therapist, poor woman, having to endure his death stare. his eye twitches slightly. he's trying to calm himself before answering. you avert your gaze back to the floor.

"Nothing is wrong with my marriage. i dont believe there are issues" your husband spits out.

the older woman nods, accepting his answer before she turns to you and nods again, signalling for you to answer.

"well... for starters i feel like he doesn't want me around anymore. he avoids me like the plague. there is no love, no affection, no.... no intimacy anymore" you begin.

william adjusts himself in his seat. clearly annoyed at the intimacy comment. you keep your gaze focused on the therapist.

"He wont talk more than a few words to me without snapping at me, he's stopped sleeping in our bedroom, he's taken the spare room instead. i never see him anymore. i'm... i... I've just had enough. it's hard living in a space that you have known as home for many years, yet feel so unwelcome at the same time" you finish. you can feel his stare burning into the side of your head.

the older woman nods again. that's all she seems to do, just nod. it can be quite annoying. she looks between you both.

"Y/N why do you feel like William has become this way with you?"

you sigh, not knowing the answer. you could only answer with what your mind has provided as far fetched ideas over the past few months. you shrug. "i'm not sure. i have a lot of ideas, none that could be close to the truth though" you respond, voice soft, deflated. like you've given up.

"One good way to get your marriage on track is open communication. Y/n why dont you share your ideas with William. it's a good place to start"

you sigh again and look over at william. he is staring at the floor. annoyed written all over his features. he looks over at you

"William..." you start with a sigh. "i... uhm... i have begun to think that maybe... you have fallen out of love with me" his gaze softens, almost looking heartbroken that you could ever think that. he shakes his head. he goes to reach out his hand, it lifts ever so slightly but stops immediately, his fists tightened, a small noise escaping his lips. almost like the whimper of a wounded animal as he quickly avoids your gaze, looking back down at the floor.

you take a moment to process what just happened. what was that noise? sound of affirmation? or denial? maybe his reaction is something to be hopeful for?

"any other ideas you have that you would like to share?" she adds quickly.

you nod, taking a deep breath. you knew he wasn't going to like this one but you had to get it out before the thought consumes you.

"William, i have thought for a while that you are having an affair." you blurt out.

his softened gaze quickly turns to a grimace, furrowed eyebrows. followed with a scoff before he stands up, grabbing your hand "session over. thanks for your time doc, see you next month" he mumbles as he pulls you out the door. the doctor looking more so confused than ever as she watches the two of you leave abruptly.

you get back into the car. oh he's pissed. maybe he is embarrassed that you brought that up? self conscious of how he looks in front of the therapist maybe?

he drives in silence before turning into an empty parking lot near a wooded trail path, probably for dog walkers.

he parks up before turning to you, face twisted with anger "An affair? an affair? .... AN AFFAIR?" He snaps. you nod "it just makes s-" he cuts you off "NO Y/N! NO! the falling out of love i can understand but an affair? i have done nothing to make you think that way"

you look at him confused.

"you're not affectionate. you're only happy when you're around the kids, you're only affectionate in public for 'appearances', you wont sleep in the same bed as me, let alone fuck me anymore, so you must be getting it from someone else!" you angrily snap out, you knew being with an older man would have it's problems but not to this extent.

he rolls his eyes. scoffs. "you're ridiculous. i am not having an affair!"

"it makes more sense than 'i'm stressed' " you quickly respond

he scoffs again but doesn't respond. just stares out the windshield of the car into the woods adorning the outskirts of the parking lot. the forest looked peaceful, serene almost. you continue to stare at him waiting for a response. receiving nothing.

you place your hand on his thigh gently "Will... Bear. please just talk to me... let me in again" you whisper. no response from him. he smiles in his mind at the use of the old nickname for him.

he was your bear. Tall, grumpy and hairy as one. Used to have you in fits of laughter when he would groan and snore, you telling him the attributes resembled a bear when you were first dating. hence the nickname.

Something snaps inside of him.

Your argument before, playing through his mind.

He looks over at you, eyes boring into yours. he reaches his hand out, cupping your cheek. it's been too long since he last touched you.

He moves from your cheek and trails his fingers through the mids of your hair before leaning down, hand clamped on the back of your head, moving you up to meet him halfway, lips on yours. slow. tender. A sense of yearning in the kiss. you let out a small surprised noise. not complaining in the slightest. just surprised, shocked even.

he pulls away ever so slightly, lips still touching. a small protesting whine leaving your lips as you desperately try to kiss him again. he stops you. nuzzling his nose against yours. hot breaths caressing each others skin. his lips soft. as you remember them. a free hand intertwined with your left hand, fingers caressing your wedding and engagement rings.

"I've not fallen out of love with you bunny" he breaks the silence, his words barely above a whisper. desperation. yearning. sadness being carried in his voice.

#william afton x reader #william afton #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan #fnaf au #fnaf #fluff #slow burn #william afton x you #steve raglan x you #older guys

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oh-stars · 4 months

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Healthy Secrets

Love is being late to work because you can’t ever say goodbye in a reasonable amount of time

a @steddielovemonth prompt | 1012 words | CW: N/A | Rating: T

Marnie hates him. Steve can’t really blame her. The practice opens at 8:30 am sharp and for the other psychiatrists that’s a non-starter. Well. It’s not a rule, officially, at least, but Marnie’s a stickler. Her schedule may as well be a bible, dictating their lives and holding everyone to the highest standards.

Except Steve. He uses the schedule as… a suggestion, a guide really.

See why Marnie hates him?

He tries to make it up to her. Honest. Steve is diligent about his appointments and doesn’t mind staying later than the others. He makes a point to keep fresh flowers in her vase at the desk (a tradition he’d started on behalf of her late husband) and he takes her out for lunch twice a month.

None of that even softens her glare when Steve walks into the clinic with only five minutes to spare before his first appointment. Every day, like clockwork.

Look. Steve’s a punctual guy. Really! Any other time he’d be sweating his balls off trying to get there on time or going ninety to nothing – always racing the clock. On weekends, he’s the one chomping at the bit to make it to brunch plans or hounding Eddie to get a move on so they can beat holiday traffic when they make plans to visit Wayne.

Mornings are his weakness.

He wakes up, twisted in sheets with his leg between Eddie’s and their arms splayed over one another. Eddie’s face is almost always close to his, either sharing the same pillows or nuzzling up to Steve’s collarbones. Their comforter is a delightfully heavy weight, although it creates a furnace beneath its shelter – one Steve never wants to leave. Can you blame him? He wakes up to his own dash of heaven every morning, just himself and the love of his life in the sanctuary they built together.

His alarm goes off at six, then again thirty minutes later. He’s awake at the first trill, mind already racing as his itinerary for the day speeds through his mind. Steve spends these thirty minutes peacefully holding Eddie in his arms as they brace for the day. Or well, he does because Eddie never wakes to the first alarm, his heavy snores blocking out everything but Steve’s touch and his dreams.

A bleary eye will peel open at the second blasting. Eddie’s glare lightened by the pile of curls on his head and the way he wiggles closer to Steve. “Five more minutes?” he says, syllables barely distinguishable.

And Steve agrees.

Eddie could ask Steve to fall off the edge of the world and Steve would do it, would sacrifice his own body if it meant Eddie would be happy, alive, and safe.

So he sets a timer for five minutes, then another five that Eddie deems necessary and is exclusively dedicated to their good morning kiss.

It’s arguably the best ten minutes of his day.

“We have to get up,” Steve says, heavy limbs pulling away with the stubbornness of an elephant.

Eddie whines, but pulls away to grab his pajama pants off the floor. “Why must you have a grown-up job?”

Steve shrugs and quickly heads to his dresser for his gym clothes.

They go through the motions – Steve goes for a quick run while Eddie smokes on the porch and takes languid sips of his coffee. He’ll slip inside as Steve turns back onto the street so the shower will be nice and warm by the time Stve makes it to the bathroom. Gentle hands scrub through thick hair, dragging washcloths over sud-lathered skin, all followed by sweet kisses. Okay, Steve may have lied; this is the best ten minutes of his day.

While Steve finishes getting ready, Eddie makes a quick breakfast (usually just toasting bagels with whatever spread strikes his fancy that day and cutting up whatever fruit they have). They share their plans between bites as their free hands map out one another. Eddie doesn’t work for another few hours, so he’ll go back to sleep (even though he claims to be up for the day) but this means his fingers are still bare except for the matching band they both wear. Steve never misses a chance to feel those fingers against his.

And then it's time for him to leave and Steve realizes it’s not Eddie’s fault. It’s his own. Because as he stands there, bag in hand and his shoes on, Steve wants to throw a tantrum and crawl back into bed with Eddie. He wants to be unreasonable and never leave their bed, ever, for any reason.

“I love you,” Steve says against Eddie’s lips, between kisses.

Eddie hums as he kisses him. “I love you. You’ve got to go,” he whispers.

“I don’t want to.”

“You’ll be home quicker if you go,” Eddie says.

“But that means leaving now.”

Eddie laughs softly as he kisses along Steve’s jaw. “I have to leave in a few hours, too. You wouldn’t want to be by yourself, would you, baby?”

Steve sighs, but relents as he kisses Eddie one more time.

All in all, Steve walks out of the door at 8:29am. One minute to spare.

Steve drives the twenty minutes to work knowing he’ll barely beat his first client and Marnie is sure to give him hell for it. He doesn’t let it bother him, instead blaring the mixtape he made with Robin a few summers ago. It’s hard to care about appointments and being on time when his lips still tingle from Eddie’s kiss and Eddie’s aftershave and cologne still lingers in his nose.

He’s floating on a cloud as he makes his way to work.

And when someone asks them what time Steve starts in the morning, no matter the reason, Eddie will confidently say 9:00 am.

Who is Steve to correct him?

He walks through the lobby of the practice to Marnie’s icy glare. Steve just smiles and wishes her good morning. She’ll like him again come lunch, he’s sure of it. And if not? Oh well.

Ao3 Link

Thank you @lady-lostmind

#ohstars fic #steddie #steve harrington #steddie fic #stranger things #eddie munson #steddielovemonth #ohstars posting challenge

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onboardsorasora · 2 months

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for the new neighbor AU: daniel accidentally takes max’s optimal parking spot the day he moves in, meaning max has to park all the way across the parking lot and he watches seething in anger as the really hot new neighbor w lots of tattoos moves in box after box through his window. at some point max has to leave again and as he’s walking past daniel’s car, daniel asks him for help carrying something (not because he can’t lift it but bc he’s wants an excuse to talk to the cute neighbor) and max just brushes him off, muttering something about parking spot thieves. thus begins their petty beef

Scream of COURSE Max would be the beef starter.

Daniel has no clue where to park his truck but there's an open spot close to the building and it would make his life a whole lot easier to get all his shit up to his new flat.

Max claimed that parking spot early on. The building didn't have assigned parking but Max worked from home so his car was always there. His neighbors Lando always complained that he 'scored prime parking'. When he comes home from dropping his sister off at an appointment he sees an unfamiliar truck in his space.

The only other open spots are way in the back near guest parking and Max doesn't enjoy the sunny walk to the building. The guys unpacking were cute, there was specifically one with a lovely grin and beautiful face and strong arms and tattoos.

He was cute but Max was still annoyed.

Daniel grinned at Blake as they raced to the elevator. Daniel had a backpack and a box and Blake saddled himself with three duffles. They made it up to Daniel's new floor and chucked their quarry inside before chasing down again. They passed someone in the lobby and Daniel bit his lip to stop from doing a double take. He was hot. Strong jaw, blue eyes and pink pouty lips.

"hey uh. I'm Daniel, Im just moving in today. If you're not uh busy, could you maybe lend a hand?" Daniel smiled his most charming smile. Max smile back before frowning immediately.

"actually no, I've got things to do and I'm late because I had to park all the way at the back of the lot. Bye" Max gets into the lift and Daniel watches him go with confusion. Blake laughs and pats his back.

"that was weird. That was weird right?" Daniel asked Blake's back while they walked back outside into the sun

#answered #anonymous #neighbor au

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backmaskcd · 5 months

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closed starter for @callofthxvoid (karma) location: minnie's dance hall

Jovi never minded having to show new people the ropes - most days she still felt new herself. She always liked helping out with coordinating the events, but now that it was just her, she often found any excuse to do something - anything - else.

"How're you adjusting to things so far?" She spotted Karma as she walked in, and quite frankly Jovi wasn't even sure if she was working today, but now she was appointed as someone to help keep her company. "Workwise, I mean. I know the town is a lot."

#jovi dicamillo ; threads #jovi and karma 1

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aemond-one-eyed · 14 days

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I Can Fix Him (No Really, I Can)

(Closed starter for @rhaenaspearls)

The first morning waking up in his old chambers made Aemond feel uncomfortable and strange to say the least the circumstances as to why he was back in the Red Keep only made it stranger. It was no secret that Viserys would be dead soon, the latest report he'd heard insinuated the King was functioning no better than an infant by now. His older sister would soon be the Realm's first Queen, and he and his siblings would no doubt be shunted back to Dragonstone shortly thereafter. He hoped he would ultimately be successful in his attempts to convince Rhaenyra to appoint him to her small Council, potentially as Master of Wars if she did as everyone said she would and elevated Daemon to be her new Hand.

If he was being honest, though, he would accept any position she was willing to offer him; Anything to get him off their gods' forsaken family island. To say Aemond was bored there would be a monumental understatement, he spent most of his time reading whatever he could get his hands on, or flying around on Vhagar, but fuck he wanted something to do. He couldn't even participate in tourneys like most second son's did to occupy their time since he'd never been able to stay on a horse after the accident that cost him his eye. He had heard people around Court refer to him as "The Spare's Spare" and as much as it infuriated him, he couldn't mount an argument against it's validity to his own feelings.

He reached over to his side table and grabbed one of his vials of milk of the poppy, downing it before he got on with his day. He knew he should probably be trying to be less dependent on the drug, but he would buckets of it if he was going to get through the upcoming weeks. He finally managed to get himself out of bed and dressed, pulling his eyepatch on last, before leaving to go scrounge around the kitchens for some food. As he was walking down the hall, about to descend the main stairs, he tripped and fell over something. One of the servants must've left left supplies at the base of the stairs in their hurry to prepare for so many guests.

"Who the fuck left something out in the fucking hall?!" He yelled. Then, the supply crate started to cry. Shit...definitely wasn't a supply crate then. He pushed himself up and looked down towards his feet to find one of his sister's many spawn in a sad heap on the floor. Before he got the chance to say anything, though, Rhaena was whirling down the hall towards him, anger written all over her face. She picked the child up, who was apparently named Aemma, and consoled her in her arms for a moment before demanding why he would kick a child.

Aemond only stared at her, astonished, and blinked his one eye a few times, "I'm sorry, you think I kicked the kid?! It's not my fault she was running around unsupervised, if you didn't notice I have one fucking eye! I couldn't see the little one, maybe you shouldn't ne letting her run off so much, we could've both tumbled down all those stairs just from you being a bad nanny." He sneered, then grabbed another vial from his pocket and sucked down a few drops as his foul mood grew even worse.

#aemond targaryen #rhaena targaryen #aemond and rhaena #rp #rp blog #threads #asongofgoldenfireandblackblood #asongofgf&bb #asongofgf&bbstarter

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yersina · 1 year

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[part 1]

[tag list: @whalesharksart @sleepyboosstuff]

Steve starts out on his Pokemon journey at the ripe old age of ten, toddling into the Hawkins Laboratory empty-handed and coming out with Piplup’s Pokeball. Just like every other kid in his class. Unlike every other kid in his class, he also has the weight of his dad’s words hanging over his head.

Make me proud, son, his dad had said that morning, and every other morning between his tenth birthday and his appointment at the Lab to get his starter. I don’t want you back here until you’re Champion. His mom had smiled at that, like this was meant to be encouragement. Steve had smiled back, like fear hadn’t trickled down his spine like a particularly malevolent Muk.

So he sets out that day, zero experience under his belt and a sickening churning in his stomach. He discovers that he’s bad at battling pretty quickly—he hates seeing Piplup get hurt, and he doesn’t have the money yet to heal him after every battle. Piplup, to his chagrin, picks up on this right away, and takes to reassuring him after every battle, running over to Steve as soon as the other Pokemon has fainted and raising his flippers pointedly until Steve picks him up and hugs him close.

Steve loves his Piplup so, so much.

(The first time that Piplup doesn’t win a battle, Steve… freaks out, to put it lightly. He scoops him up and rushes him to the nearest Pokemon Center, completely forgetting to pay the other trainer, and anxiously waits the ten minutes that it takes for him to reach the front of the line and for Nurse Joy to put Piplup’s Pokeball in the machine.

Later, he finds the trainer and apologizes, only to be waved off with an understanding smile. “Hey, I get it,” she says lightly. “You might want to re-think the trainer career, though, if you can’t deal with your Pokemon getting hurt.”

Steve thinks on this and thinks and thinks. He’s still thinking.)

It takes him six years to beat all the gyms in the region, in the end. The last two take him a year each. By the end of those six years, Steve is tired. He hates battling, probably. It never feels natural no matter how many battles he goes through, but he likes the joy that it seems to give his Pokemon. Empoleon, ever in-tune with Steve, refuses to battle if it’s not for an official gym match. Steve both loves and hates him for it.

He makes a trip back to Hawkins after he beats the last gym, eight badges clutched tightly in their case. He’s not sure what to expect when he gets there, but before he even really has a chance to start wondering, he runs into Ms. Henderson as she’s outside watering her garden.

“Oh, dear,” she says. Steve can’t decipher if it’s a greeting or an exclamation of worry. “What are you doing back here?”

“Visiting my parents?” It comes out like a question. Steve shifts nervously. “Are they… not in town?”

“Oh, dear,” Ms. Henderson repeats, and this time it’s definitely worry. “Sweetie, they moved away a couple of years ago. Sold the house and everything. Didn’t they tell you?”

Steve hasn’t talked with his parents in over two years, not since his obligatory fourteenth birthday phone call that really only amounted to a status report on how far he’d made it through the gym challenge. Never once have they mentioned moving away from Hawkins. “Oh.” All he can think about is how this frees up his weekend.

Somehow, he gets invited into the Henderson’s house and talked into staying for lunch. He learns about how Dustin Henderson left on his Pokemon journey just a year ago, together with his group of friends. They’re interested in attempting the gym challenge, but they want to explore the region first. Dustin’s starter was a Turtwig. Turtwig is much more rambunctious than Dustin and is always getting into trouble before Dustin can rein him in. Dustin caught a Scatterbug and it just evolved into a Spewpa a few days ago. Ms. Henderson is excited to see what pattern the Vivillon will have when it evolves.

Over the course of two hours, Steve learns more about Dustin than he ever knew about Tommy or Carol when they were still friends.

“Oh, but I’m hoping Dusty will come back soon so he can take Growlithe with him,” Ms. Henderson frets. As if to prove her point, a Growlithe bounds into the living room and over to Steve, tail wagging a mile a minute.

Steve reaches out with both hands, digging his fingers into the thick fur of Growlithe’s scruff, and scratches furiously. Growlithe practically melts into his hands. “Who’s a good boy,” he coos. He’s always loved Growlithes, but his parents never let him keep one when growing up. Too much fur in the house. “Has he been giving you a lot of trouble?”

“He doesn’t really get along with my Skitty, which was fine when he was out all the time with Dustin, but my hip can’t keep up with him anymore.” Ms. Henderson also reaches over to pet Growlithe a few times. “He just has too much energy for this little town.”

Steve hesitates, chewing over his next words carefully. “I don’t want to overstep, but I can take him for now, if you want?”

Ms. Henderson gasps. “Would you? Oh, but I don’t want to burden you.”

“It’s no problem, really.” Steve shrugs. “I’ll leave my contact info with you. Whenever Dustin gets back, or if he’s in my area, he can give me a call and I’ll trade him Growlithe back.”

“It would make things a lot easier for me in the house,” Ms. Henderson says reluctantly.

“It’s settled, then.”

Steve walks out of the house with three boxes of leftovers and a Growlithe at his side. This is the warmest he’s ever felt leaving Hawkins, and it’s not just because Growlithe puts off heat like a furnace.

It takes another two years until he feels confident enough to challenge the first member of the Elite Four and only half an hour to prove himself right. Jim Hopper—also from Hawkins, funnily enough—takes the loss with grace, but he does look up at the ceiling and groan when he comes over to shake Steve’s hand. “The next generation’s starting to come for us,” he says wryly. Steve’s not quite sure what to say to that, not when he’s still shaking from adrenaline and thinking about the three fainted Pokemon on his belt.

He finds out afterward, after he’s healed all his Pokemon and checked them over personally and given them all celebratory meals, that he has two options: 1) since he’s of age, he can accept responsibility for the Elite Four gym and run it himself, which means that he becomes a member of the Elite Four and forfeits the right to challenge the other members of the Elite Four for a minimum of a year and the Champion for three years, or 2) he can continue onward with the Elite Four challenge and eventually make his way to the Champion.

He almost goes for option 2 on automatic, because that’s been his default for eight long years, but then he stops. And he thinks.

He hasn’t talked to his parents in four years. He doesn’t know where they are, and he can’t really be bothered to care either. He knows for sure that he managed to disappoint them somehow a long time ago already. Maybe it was the fact that it took him so many years to finish the gym challenge. Maybe it was the way he battled, long and drawn out and clumsy, with none of the brutal efficiency of his dad that Steve vaguely remembers from the recordings he used to watch. Maybe he just never had a chance to begin with.

Either way, Steve doesn’t have to give a single thought to what they want out of him anymore. And he doesn’t want to be Champion.

Option 1 it is.

“Hey, you can always call me if you need anything, kid,” Hopper says gruffly when he’s handing Steve the keys to his gym. “No one expects you to know the ropes right off the bat.”

“Thanks.”

Even after Hopper leaves, Steve doesn’t walk into the building. He just stands there, looking blankly at the giant metal structure, and trying to convince himself that it’s his now. “Steve Harrington, Elite Four,” he murmurs to himself under his breath. He wonders if he’ll ever get used to the sound of it.

(It’s not until a year later—a terrifying, whirlwind of a year—that Steve realizes there’s actually a third option: stop being a Pokemon trainer and actually do something that he likes for once.)

The year that Steve is on the Elite Four, several things happen:

1. He meets his soulmate, twin from another mother, in the form of a trainer employed at the gym, Robin Buckley. She’s one of the only reasons that Steve manages to survive the ensuing chaos with his sanity even remotely intact.

2. Steve finds out that he has absolutely no talent whatsoever for running a gym, but he does like helping the other trainers with their Pokemon and running training exercises when he can. It’s sort of like being a babysitter, if the babies were covered in metal plates and absolutely capable of giving him a concussion.

3. Dustin Henderson, with absolutely no attention whatsoever to gym protocol, bursts in and demands to speak to him.

4. Steve finds out that the Hawkins Lab has been conducting awful-gross-abhorrent experiments with the aim of giving humans Pokemon abilities, and Dustin needs help taking it down. Steve is apparently the most powerful trainer from Hawkins that he knows, which is the only reason why he trekked all the way out here to find him.

5. Dustin knows about this because one of his friends, Will Byers, was kidnapped to be a subject. Steve remembers Will, faintly. A quiet kid, sweet, liked to draw. The whole thing makes Steve sick to his stomach.

6. Steve drags Dustin, Hopper, and Robin (who is, shockingly, also from Hawkins) with him back to his hometown, where they confront Professor Brenner.

7. In the ensuing battle, Steve works on freeing as many of the captives as possible, which takes the form of asking his Lucario to fire a Hyper Beam at the wall and making sure that no one trips over the rubble as they flee. A Tinkatink, too terrified to move, and a little girl with hair buzzed close to her head, are the last ones left. Steve, not wanting to waste time with figuring out if the Pokemon already has a Pokeball, tucks them each under an arm and gets the fuck out of there.

8. He’s not sure how everything after that happens, really, but Dustin and Hopper meet Steve and Robin at the Pokemon Center when the dust has settled, Will and Joyce Byers in tow. The Tinkatink and the girl—Eleven, apparently, which had broken Steve’s heart—have refused to leave his side.

9. Steve eventually manages to convince El (not Eleven) to go with Hopper. Hopper promises to stay behind and keep everything running smoothly in the town, or as smoothly as things can go when it’s been revealed that the town’s Professor has been running a human experimentation scheme under their noses this whole time. The Tinkatink is a lost cause. Steve adds her to his roster.

10. Steve and Robin troop back to his gym, where Steve promptly has an existential crisis and wonders if he should just quit being a trainer altogether. “Yeah, why not, dingus?” Robin asks him quietly as they look up at the stars together one night. “I don’t think I’ve ever really seen you be happy here.”

And then, a few weeks later, Steve’s contract expires. It takes embarrassingly little thought to pack his things, write Robin a quick note (‘Hey, headed back to Hawkins. Elite Four thing’s not for me. See ya.’), and hop on his Corviknight.

When he arrives in Hawkins, he finds Hopper losing his mind trying to keep all of the kids and Pokemon in order. “Please tell me you’re here to relieve me,” he says, half-jokingly, but Steve can hear the desperation hidden under there. Steve relishes his shock when he tells him that yeah, actually, he is.

In the time it takes Hopper to sort everything out with Joyce Byers (Steve’s not going to question that relationship too much) and move back to his gym, Robin has stormed her way over to Hawkins and back into Steve’s life.

“I can’t believe you thought this was enough of a goodbye, you asshole,” she yells as Steve stacks boxes of Pokeballs to move out of the Lab. “Steve! Are you even listening, dingus?”

“Robin,” he says, catching her flailing arms before she manages to hurt herself. “It wasn’t gonna ever be a goodbye, dingus. I wrote ‘see ya,’ didn’t I?”

Robin’s lower lip wobbles, and Steve realizes that he might’ve miscalculated when he penned the note. “God, I hate you so much,” she says, and wraps him in a hug like a particularly bony Octillery. Steve figures he’s forgiven.

Over the next few weeks, Steve gradually moves everything out from the Lab and converts an unused storefront in town into a Nursery. It feels like a natural choice—most of the Pokemon from the Lab were only babies. He comes to be known as That Person Who Takes Care of Baby Pokemon, and eventually, That Person Who Takes Care of Pokemon in General. It’s the convenient option for most people, especially when no one wants to go to the Pokemon Center two towns away for a checkup.

Ms. Henderson stops by with a casserole. Joyce Byers stops by with stock from the PokeMart. Will Byers stops by with a Sliggoo, which he apparently picked up at the Lab. It has a hard shell and doesn’t look like any Sliggoo Steve’s ever seen. He tentatively stamps it with a clean bill of health and tells him to contact him immediately if it ever shows signs of wanting world domination or anything like that. Will laughs, but Steve’s being mostly serious.

He’s busy pretty much from the second he wakes until the second he collapses into bed, or whenever Robin decides that he needs a break and forcibly closes the Nursery for a day. It’s the most busy he’s ever been, even if he includes when he first started running the gym, and it’s also the happiest he’s ever been.

“I don’t regret this at all,” he tells Robin one night, looking up at the same stars as they always do. It’s a particularly clear night, and the stars glimmer brightly. He wonders if Jirachi had been listening that day, had heard his unspoken wish and granted it for him.

“Yeah, I know,” she says softly. “Me neither.”

In a moment, they’re both going to trudge inside and curl up in bed after a long day, and tomorrow they’re going to wake up and do it again. But for now, they sit together quietly under the light of the stars.

#sina writes #fanfiction #stranger things #steve harrington #pokemon au #Steve’s a steel type trainer if that wasn’t clear!#but I imagine that you’re really only required to specialize after you have an official league position #I do NOT know what the canon protocol is for adding ppl to the elite four #idk if there’s official Pokemon lore on this. if there is I’m disregarding it

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miasma-of-fear · 2 years

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@deciphertheriddler | Semi Plotted Starter

It's a well known fact- in all circles of Gotham, to one degree or another- that Jonathan Crane does not work well with others. Research, testing, something as simple as laundry duty in Arkham- anyone that gets even close to in the way is bound to receive a cruel dissection of their subconscious at least. He's certainly towards the bottom of the list for likely teamups and collaborations.

So when someone began picking off his ideal test subjects, and the other rogue inevitably runs into him on an acquisition run, it's of no surprise that he's more than mad. Heightened hearing alerting him to heavy breathing below his shadowed broken window perch, his target still in a meeting within the condemned building, Jonathan curses under his breath. That and three seconds more to listen, and he's twisting himself around in midair to land atop the interloper, quicky retrieving a sickle from his belt and holding the curved blade just above the other masked face.

The sound of wind through an old, angry willow tree, he hisses, "what do you want?"

#Do You Have an Appointment? : closed starters #deciphertheriddler #[ bastard to bastard communication ]

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fadingreveries · 17 days

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Bridgerton S1E4: "An Affair of Honour" | Thoughts

❝ Daphne receives a stunning gift from Prince Friedrich but soon courts scandal at a ball. Eloise searches for clues to Lady Whistledown's identity. ❞

After nearly an eternity of procrastinating between school and work... I finally get the chance to watch Bridgerton. I’m so looking forward to watching the new season and keep seeing spoilers all over the internet. When will it be my turn to be fangirling over Kanthony and Polin? 😩 It might be a while at the rate I’m watching these episodes…

Find my reactions to other episodes of Bridgerton here and to episodes from other TV shows here! 🐝

LMAO Violet Bridgerton is me when I’m hungry and don’t want to make it obvious

Oh, to be a girl having a prince tell me I'm perfection... can't relate

Dang, someone seems to be taking out his anger too much on the punching bag… 👀

Me remembering that we will have to wait at least a year before season 4:

Me when the dentist and hygienists pressure me to get braces or invisalign every single time I have an appointment knowing dang I do not have $8000 just sitting in my pocket that I would rather use to pay student loans:

Side note: some of these gif reactions are more relatable to me than everyone else, but a girl's gotta rant one way or another and why not have it here on Tumblr with Bridgerton gifs 😪

I live for stolen glances across the room, especially in slow-burn romance but I get the feeling Simon and Daphne's story doesn't necessarily follow this

Daphne, your thirstiness is showing 🤔 The second the sleeves get pushed up and the arm veins pop out, miss ma'am's jaw hits the ground like she isn't right beside the prince of Prussia

Not Simon jealously staring at Daphne and the prince thinking "tHaT sHoUlD bE mE, hOlDiNg YoUr HaNd"

Another side note, can we talk about how shy and smiley Benedict is? The fact that he scrunches up his face and closes his eyes just cringing about the critique he gave is actually kind of adorable

I like that Violet and Lady Danbury are basically the ones pushing Simon and Daphne to realize their feelings for each other... mothers know best in their case

I've recently started reading The Duke and I and I think I can start to see the differences between the show and the book. For starters, I don't remember Simon breaking off the agreement between him and Daphne making them fight? I thought it was something they continued in the book, even letting Anthony know the whole thing was a ruse for their own benefits. Second, I don't remember there being a prince in the book? Were these just added to the show to add more tension?

PLEASE not Mama Bridgerton downing her entire champagne flute just begging Simon to pop his head into the ballroom to save Daphne

HAHAHA omg I'm so sleep-deprived that I seriously thought Violet was the opera singer beside Anthony's side chick

Excuse me Polin, I saw that lingering gaze... 👀

"I aM mArRyInG tHe PrInCe" oh is that why you twirled away from him every single chance he tried to propose or is that playing hard to get? 🤔

Okay unpopular opinion, but am I the only one who would accept Prince Friedrich's proposal? Like sweet, kind, wants to start a family, showers you with compliments. I feel like he would not be hard to love and you wouldn't have to constantly second-guess yourself, your values and what you want out of life with him

I don't remember them fighting like this with their kiss in the gardens?

Now Anthony bursting into the scene and landing a nice right-hook on Simon... that I remember very well. Hehe.

Simon is so hot-cold?? 😠 that kind of drives me nuts! you tell her you're not friends, the next you're taking it back. you apologize for kissing her, the next you're making out alone with her and groping her bum. you make her fall in love with you, then you tell her you can't ever marry knowing dang well she's ruined if people saw them kissing alone with no chaperone?? it just irritates me when people don't know what they want and at the expense of toying with others' feelings

I don't blame Anthony for being so overprotective and challenging Simon to a duel. I feel like if I were an older sibling in that era and someone refused to take responsibility for what they and my sibling engaged in, I'd be seething too

I've been spoiled already about the big reveal with Penelope in season 2, but I honestly can't help but feel for her? like imagine seeing the very real possibility that your childhood love gets married off to someone distant in your family and you have to pretend that you're okay the entire time just because you feel you're not good enough? but I will say the way she spat out that she isn't a pretty bridgerton was a little harsh

Anthony I love you, but I don't like how you coddle Daphne like she isn't her own woman

"Good God. Did someone die?" oh Colin, thank you for breaking the tension with your comic relief

These two rakes are so laughable, like please... reduce the context to a simple sentence... they are willing to die over a make-out session

The thing that annoys me is that Simon was willing to kiss Daphne and be seen privately with her in the garden while groping her everywhere, yet he still won't take responsibility for that after finding out that someone's seen them and Daphne's reputation will be ruined? like if he's saying he couldn't marry her, then don't kiss her in the first place?? I just don't get it

Um... what was that ending? I literally have no words. didn't realize you could put a stop to two rakes' pride by just announcing you'll marry one rake? confused

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magicmonstersandmischief · 7 months

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@paleobird liked for a starter!

Steph found herself in the plaetology department of the university. She arrived intentionally, but as she was looking around at the various closed office doors and bustling scientists, she realized she really should have made an appointment with someone.

But as long as she was here, she might as well try, despite the little hot flash of embarsment that grew on her cheeks.

She caught sight of a shock of blue and quickly decided to approach its source.

"Uh. Hi," she leaned forward, getting a little bit in the way to get her attention, "Do you know anyone who'd be willing to sit down and discuss the required anatomy of a medium sized robot brontosaurus?"

#steph #paleobird #ava

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ofmermaidstories · 1 year

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hello, darling mermsy!! i’m back, yet again, with another brainrot proposal for you — but this time for our blasty boy!

we’ve heard of dekules, but are we ready for bakushang? shangkugo? (basically just katsuki as li shang, i’m realising only now that there’s no easy way to merge their names together <//3) they’re both tall, dark, brooding, but are soft and caring if you get through to them deep enough. our courageous, troublemaking Y/N and the newly appointed captain of the emperor’s army, bakugo katsuki! what a perfect match!!

i believe this isn’t by any means an original idea!! i know andy has a fic about this (it’s absolutely incredible, melted my brain just three chapters in) if u haven’t already read it!!! just wanted to get your take on this if u haven’t already done one yet, bc i recently rewatched the 1998 mulan and had the lightbulb to word vomit about this to you!!!

hansy!!! my love!!! i’m sorry, i meant to slip into your inbox to wish you well/ask how your exams went—are you free from the perils of schoolwork, yet??? you’re so clever, i bet you did well. 🥺🍀

but okay let’s play, LOL. War Paint was one of the very first BNHA x Reader fics I ever read so I will always be fiercely loyal to it!!! Saying that, and I mean this with nothing but absolute love Andy, DONT @ ME, but reading War Paint gave me less Mulan vibes and more Song of the Lionness ones.

(Simplifying it—really simplifying it—a girl pretends to be her twin brother so she can train as a knight! There’s lots of magic and even some romance and Tamora Pierce has been one of my favourite authors since I was a kid!)

I think it has to do with the fact that War Paint is focused on barrack/training/castle life and the subplot with the thief—whereas when I think of Mulan, I think of war.

Mulan is one of my favourite 🅱️isney movies!!! I first saw it when my primary school had a fundraiser—they set up a projector and screened Mulan and I very distinctly remember being overwhelmingly excited as the opening credits started (I nearly choked on my red twists/twizzlers) and my Dad telling me I had to be quiet LOL. If I had to make a graphic showcasing all the fundamental pieces of media to both my personality and who I became as a person, Mulan would be centre of it. 🥹

(PSA: true to your heart is a bop and has been in my liked songs on spotty ever since i’ve had an account!)

Tbh, I’d never seriously tackle a Mulan-inspired fic just out of respect for Andie Trousers Multipled by Several, but if I did, I would absolutely play hard into the war angle LOL. Maybe even indulge in some war crimes!!! You know that scene where they finally make it to the village in the pass and it’s been burnt to the ground? Yeah. Yeah. 😌 I think we can ramp that up. Have our Reader and Captain Bakugou & Co engage in some Revenge War Crimes. People are bastards in wars already, without feeling justified about it. I was literally just watching a documentary the other week about some Aussie soldier who’s facing trial (has faced trial?) for being an absolute cunt—one of his lighter cruelties involved him shooting a family’s tied-up dog as he searched their home, so take that, take the power people feel like they have when you give them a weapon and a uniform, and then put them in front of a massacred village and see what happens next. 🔪

And idk id guess there’d be a romance in there somewhere too. 💀💀💀💀 tbh im more interested in the war tho LOL. (BECAUSE!!!! LISTEN!!! i like a challenge!!!!!!!! And I think trying to fic-ify an AU that dovetails closely to the (🅱️isney) Mulan tale brings up a lot of interesting questions when it comes to world-building, and like what you need to avoid/honour, especially if you’re borrowing from an actual, real world culture for it. The Mulan legend is Chinese, for starters—and My Hero has a Japanese cast written by a Japanese man. So, okay, maybe to simplify things for ourselves we Fantasy-AU it—but then do we eurocentric the world around them, to play it safe? Is that less playing it safe and more whitewashing? My Hero being Japanese informs the canon characters, which are traits that spill over into our fanon. Traits that we love! So is it a disservice to them to strip them of it, just so we can play War? Does this stripping make it worse when we bring in atrocities like slain villagers, and revenge acts? Do we honour canon by letting them keep their Quirks? How badly does that ramp up things then???? Like, idk, I could literally bang on about this for hours (and have, in the group chat LMAO im sorry besties 😭))

This is literally too much overthinking for your ask, Hansy, I’m sorry. 😭 ITS IMPORTANT THO. Because the world around them informs our characters!!!! So pretending we sort all that out, now we have our upstart, hot-as-shit Captain Bakugou, who has idolised General Toshinori for years now—and he’s out to prove he can train the best of them!!! Except he’s working with like, farm boys! Gutter-rats, given the choice of this or execution! Maybe there’s a cohort of like, genuine scrappers, but Captain Baku here has deliberately been given the bottom of the conscript list: this is a test. And I!! Personally!!! Think that should make him an utter bastard when dealing with our Reader!!! I think in canon, Bakugou is like, learning that people need more than to be told “u suck, do better” so I like to believe Captain Bakugou would try—maybe he and his lil friends learnt hard in a trial by fire when they were kids, during the First War—so he’s earnt this leadership role. But he’s used to fighting with peers! Peers that knew what they were doing! And now he has to oversee the training of like, the most inept civilians he’s ever witnessed! I think we could justify him losing his cool—specifically with our Reader. 😌

A Reader who doesn’t take it!!! I’ve always liked that in 🅱️isney’s Mulan, she does it for her father. So I’d give that same motivation to our Reader—a tomboy who’s always been better at giving the village boys a run for their money in their little games, who’s always wanted to go and play with them when they roughhouse. Maybe to make things more interesting, we introduce a fiancé—one of those same village boys! They grow up together, have an arranged match. Maybe he’s genuinely kind, in love with Reader whereas Reader’s just kinda like, ho-hum—but then the War pt. 2 rolls in, and he’s swept off in the first round of conscription (so that there’s no one left to volunteer in Reader’s place for her dad, in the next round!).

Oh. You know what? We could ramp up that massacred village scene by making his platoon or whatever they’re called the ones that were stationed there—so Reader finds fiancé’s helmet!!!!! And then she’s all like, omg, 😧. And then she could tie it to her saddlebags and eventually bring it home to his folks. 🥺

(Reader and Bakugou could prop themselves up in their grief, maybe? Because I know in the film the stationed army is overseen by Li Shang’s father, right? So maybe in this version it’s like, idk, Jeanist or Edgeshot or something. Maybe Endeavour? Less because I think Bakugou would be cut up about it, and more because that means we could throw Todoroki in there as well, like, presumed dead (and then he’s NOT because I know Andy would have my head if I killed off her Special Angel Man in a fic!!!), but then that means in the meantime that Bakugou can mourn one of his besties (and they are besties!!!)).

I don’t want a dumbass Bakugou, either, so I think we’d have to follow Andy’s lead and have our Captain clue in early-on that Reader has been lying about their identity. And Bakugou just admires tenacity so he’s less like omg my gendernorms are being called into question and more like FUCK why won’t this useless extra get better at FIGHTING??? That could also maybe make any romantic moments kinda interesting—Reader could have this whole internal thing of, oh my God, he doesn’t know the truth, I’m terrible, is he going to be embarrassed when he finds out??? And then you have the actual reveal—someone else making the discovery, and wanting Reader executed for it, and then Bakugou’s refusal to do so is less a begrudging “you saved my life, and now my debt is paid” and more a silent confession of his feelings!!!!

I just—there’s so much you could do!! There’s so much you could do with all of that!!! Urk!!!! I wanna rip into it with my TEETH. I just—aJFDLKSFJLKSDFJLdmfhfskdmhj.

#ofmermaidstories-asks #hansluv: one last hope (and it’s you) 🏺🌷✨#tw: animal cruelty #tw: war #tw: death #mermaids drag people underwater: dark content

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quartzdawn · 22 days

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Do to misfortunate events I have been in a financial mess for a hot minute. Ive been holding off for a while do to school money, money from work, and so on, but now to much is happening at once for me to be able to hold off any longer. Especially because Im not only close to finished school but my job just isn’t paying me enough to be able to do what I am doing now.

So my goal for these emergency (cheap) commissions are not only to pay off some credit card debts, but also provide food for myself and have extra cash in the bank in case of emergency (ex: last year I had to have an emergency dentist appointment resulting in me taking out $3,000usd out of pocket).

Hopefully ill at least knock one of these issues out of the way so that I can worry about less in the future and continue to be able to live off of my work money alone.

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deathfavor · 5 months

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@kisumshi said: 💍dorahan ehehee

tension rp starters 💍 : our muses are mistaken for a couple by someone else .

Hanma has never been someone who cares what the world or its people think of him. He lived without concern of how he was perceived and never spared a second thought to what anyone might think when they saw him. He’s always unapologetically himself, and people could like or hate him, but it wouldn't make a difference to him. So he naturally doesn’t think about what anyone might think when he catches Draken’s hand and yanks him back with a laugh before Draken can successfully storm away after something or another that he’s said. ( He doubts Draken would have gone far anyways despite his proclamation. ) Despite his slender frame he has no problem in holding Draken's weight when he falls back at his pull and laughs against his ear.

” You two are so cute! How nice it is to see a happy couple out and about, enjoying the snow! “

An elderly woman's voice close to them manages to catch Hanma’s attention, though he has to fight from rolling his eyes. Ugh, it was probably some couple being horribly cliché. When Hanma turns his attention from Draken to see who the woman was speaking about though, he’s stunned to see her staring at them.

“ Looks like even you boys can have a soft spot. “ The woman prattles on without apparently noticing Hanma’s deer in the headlights look. It’s one thing when Hanma decides to purposefully flirt or make teases around the topic of dating as a joke. It’s another to have a complete stranger seeming to mistake this ( what even is this? It's left unnamed. ) as a couple dating. Hanma seems rather lost on what to do while she talks about how good it is seeing youth in love and that this was a great spot for a young couple to take photos if they wanted to. ( The fact he’s still holding onto Draken’s hand seems to have entirely slipped his mind. )

Fortunately, or unfortunately, it seems the woman is happy to chat even without his input. Something about here, you boys look like you’d enjoy these two tickets more. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Hanma’s left abnormally silent, staring down at the tickets that have been shoved into his free hand as she hurries off after remembering she had an appointment, and then turns towards Draken. " Damn, we could have been getting free shit this whole time? " He half-heartedly jokes because he's not sure what else to do in the wake of such an occurrence. Belatedly he drops Draken's hand, glancing away.

He's never once pondered how he looks like to others, much less his interactions with others ( unless he's trying to intentionally evoke reactions ). Is that what hey looked like to people? He wants to ask - but he decides to not say a word. The whole point of whatever it was they had was that it was left unnamed.

#kisumshi #hanma.exe has encountered an error #draken do something hanma doesn't know what #hes never had this hAPPEN #᛭ — [IC] death follows in the wake of the reaper [SHUJI HANMA]

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