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Prompt suggestion <3 Rolan/Tav NSFW. Tav really likes it when Rolan speaks to her in infernal. She doesn’t understand it, but it doesn’t change the fact that it turns her on. He starts to notice her subtle reactions to when he curses or something in infernal. Which leads to bedroom shenanigans lol. My username is the same on A03 ^^

this has taken me a minute, mostly because i had to spend some time literally making up the infernal language for the purpose of this fic LMAO. if you're interested in my process it's in the end notes on ao3.

i changed the prompt a little though; rolan doesnt notice because he's very silly and keeps failing the perception check. lia notices immediently.

NSFW read on ao3 here

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The first time Tav hears Rolan speak infernal, she doesn't even register it as a word. It slips past his tongue and it's all consonants and noises that she's not sure she could emulate properly with her non-tiefling tongue.

"Zurgan." He mutters it under his breath as he drops a pile of books.

Her quill stops midair where she's busy writing up an inventory of magical items they've found. With everyone else busy or gone from the city, she offered to help Rolan with organising the tower. It's been a nightmare, frankly. The previous tower master (she wont do him the privilege of speaking his name, the bastard) had apparently spent the last who-knows-how-many years stuffing things into random shelves and boxes.

She frowns as she tries to repeat the word, "Zu- Zurgan? What's that mean?"

Rolan jumps, clearly having forgotten she's in the room, "not zurgan, zurgan. It means- well, I don't know if it translates literally to common. It's... an expletive, I suppose ."

She laughs, "so it means 'fuck'?"

He huffs, and rolls his eyes, "I suppose that's a close enough approximation, yes."

"I don't think I've ever heard you swear before."

"Well," his brow is furrowed as he thinks, "I suppose I try not to, really. It's not becoming."

Tav snorts at that, "Gods, how old are you, 150? Besides, how is swearing in tiefling any different?"

"The language is called infernal, you uncultured swine. I'm a tiefling, I speak infernal."

"You speak something alright. Usually a crock of shi-"

"What did I say about it not being becoming, hm?"

She rolls her eyes at him, "so sorry, Master Rolan, please accept my humblest of apologies for disgracing your presence in such a regard."

He rolls his eyes at her, but she hears him snort and sees the quirk of his lip. "I suppose as far as apologies go, that one will suffice."

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Several weeks later, Cal shouts through the door to the study where they're cataloguing evocation books, "Rolan! Lia and I are heading to the market, do you want us to pick up more of the wine you like?"

He laughs, which is rare enough in itself, and leans out the door to reply.

"Fazit drakon'ziz orum?!"

She hears Cal's responding cackle from down the hallway. "alright, alright, little drakon'ziz. I'll get 2 bottles, 'cos I love you."

When Rolan comes back in, chuckling to himself, Tav doesn't say anything. She wants to ask what it means, but she's... distracted.

Something about the way the words sound when he says them is... enticing. She's not sure if she could repeat them without butchering them, but even if she could she's sure they wouldn't sound as delicious as when they come from him. It's something about the rich tone to his voice, which she's always liked, coupled with the harsher edge it takes on when he speaks the foreign language.

Gods, she's been spending far too much time with him,

She clears her throat, "drakon'ziz?"

Rolan turns to her, still smiling, " drakon'ziz , but close. It means dragon."

His lopsided smile, aimed at her, coupled with the gruffness of the unknown word, is a little bit intoxicating.

"What about the rest of what you said? Fa- Fazit something?"

"'Fazit drakon'ziz orum?' It means 'does a dragon want gold?' It's a tiefling saying, basically means 'yes, obviously.' It just sounds better in infernal."

Tav agrees. It sounds rather lovely in infernal, in fact.

When Tav doesn't reply, he raises an eyebrow, "I could try and teach you some? Infernal, that is. If you'd be interested. Tell me something you want to be able to say, I'll try and teach you how to say it."

She thinks for a moment.

"What if I want to call someone a shit-head?"

He barks out a laugh as he rolls his eyes, "of course you'd just want to know how to insult people. I think the closest translation would be uzterku'zereb. That means 'shit-for-brains'."

Despite the small jolt her stomach gives as he utters the phrase, she starts cackling. "That's even better!"

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It's been about a month and a half since they started cataloguing everything in the tower, and it's basically become a nightly occurrence that Tav stays for dinner with them. Rolan has finally sat down at the dining table, after bringing all the dishes and cutlery through, and right as he hits the chair there's a sheepish voice from beside him.

"... Rolan~" It's Lia, in a singsong voice, and he huffs.

"What do you want?" It's a question, but it sounds more like an admonishment.

"How could you?! Assuming I want something from you. My beloved big brother. I look up to you so much. Also I left my drink in the sitting room."

You and Callum both laugh, and he makes a very dramatic show of pushing his chair back out with a huge sigh.

"You're such a..." He flails for a moment, as if the word in common has escaped him, "an uztanatez. Next time, you're getting it yourself."

She laughs, "My dear brother, I would fall on my sword for you."

"Mhm." He grumbles, " gladiz zurzum kuluz ..."

Cal nearly falls out of his chair laughing as Rolan trudges from the room, and Lia has a grin on her face from successfully riling him up and getting what she wanted.

Tav is blushing.

"What did he say?" She feels hesitant to bring attention to herself when she knows she's bright red, but she's also too nosy for her own good.

Lia looks at her and opens her mouth to answer, but pauses as she takes in Tav's face. Cal, blissfully, doesn't notice.

"Well the first bit was him calling her a suck up," he laughs through his explanation, "and the second bit was him telling her exactly where she could shove her sword."

She laughs, and thanks him for telling her. Lia is still looking at her. Her face warms more.

"What?"

"Hm." Lia smiles in a way that looks slightly threatening; the way Tav imagines a shark would smile at a seal before taking a huge chunk out of it. "Nothing, really. Only, you weren't that flushed before Rolan spoke in infernal. Got a thing for the devil's tongue, have you Tav?"

Cal furrows his eyebrows in confusion, before his eyes widen and his mouth drops in an 'o' of understanding.

She's about to deny it but she can feel that she's even redder now, so instead she buries her face in her hands. "Don't you dare! Don't you dare say anything!"

"Say anything about what?" Of course Rolan would walk back in now. He places Lia's cup in front of her and turns to Tav expectantly, but Lia speaks before she can.

"Tav is just embarrassed because she didn't understand what you said, she felt left out."

His face breaks into a look of confusion, "You shouldn't be embarrassed by that, Tav, you don't speak the language. Uztanatez-" Tav sucks in a breath, and Lia snorts, "means 'bootlicker'. Gladiz zurzum kuluz means... well... 'shove your sword up your rear'."

Cal and Lia are both sporting shit eating grins. Tav thinks now is a good time to pick a God and pray.

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" Pulch'zer."

He says it as she walks through the door to the study one morning.

"Sorry, repeat that?"

His eyes widen, and his face flushes a deep crimson colour. She's never seen him blush before, or at least she's never noticed because of his skin's natural shade.

"Sorry I was just..." He averts his gaze, looking back at the paperwork he's working on, "I was just thinking out loud..."

She chuckles lightly. "Ah, that text will be kicking your ass then. Pulch'zer. What does it mean?"

He looks up at her again. His eyes lock with hers.

"You're close, it's not pulch'zer, it's pulch'zer . You have to put more emphasis on the 'Z' sound."

Gods, she needs to stop asking. He always ends up correcting her, and she always ends up going bright pink. He pronounces the words more precisely when he's teaching her how to say them, it drives her insane.

"Pulch- Pulch? Pulch'zer."

He chuckles, stands and walks over to her. "You're close, but now you're putting too much emphasis on it." He's only an arms length away from her now. " Pulch'zer ."

She gulps. He needs to stop repeating it.

"P- Pulch'zer." She can't tear her eyes away from him, she stares right into his gaze as she repeats it. He sucks a small breath in, so small it's barely noticeable.

"Yes. Very good."

There's a pause.

"So. What does it mean?"

He's flushing again. "It... Well. It..."

She raises an eyebrow, "that bad huh?"

"... it means 'beautiful'."

Tav's face twists in confusion. "What about your book is beaut-"

Rolan surges forward and plants his lips on hers. She gasps into it, the rest of her words swallowed by her inhale and his tongue. She sinks into it. His hands fall onto her waist, and he uses them to drag her closer, pulling the whole length of his body against hers. When he pulls away it feels far too soon, but in his defence he's breathless. He only leans his chest away, his hips still against hers.

"I wasn't talking about the book."

The look in his eyes is vulnerable in a way she's never seen him before. As though he desperately wants her to understand, and yet is terrified that she will. Like he's scared to fracture whatever comfortable thing they've fallen into together.

"Well..." She takes a deep breath, rests a hand on his chest. "Then I'd like you to know that I think you're very pulch'zer."

He sucks in through his teeth and lets out a single disbelieving laugh. "That sounds ridiculously good when you say it, you know."

She snorts, dismissive, "please, it's far better when you say it. I love when you speak infernal."

He stares at her.

She feels her eyes bug out of her head as what she said hits her. "I mean! Not that- I don't mean that like-"

"You love it? What does that mean?"

She can feel the heat in her face. Suddenly everywhere he's touching her is too much, she needs to fall through the floor to a new realm and start her life over with a fake name.

"I don't- I didn't mean-"

As she fumbles over her words, Rolan's face starts to lift into an understanding smirk. "Oh. I see. You love it."

He leans forward towards her, and his lips brush her ear.

"Tibiz plazet link'zon mezoq ?"

She shudders, "Rolan, I have no idea what you're saying."

He chuckles lowly against the shell of her ear. " Zedzit'n, nul'umne? Zede illizquit diko ."

Gods, it's torturous. He's dropped his voice an octave, giving the already heavy words an even more gravelled tone. Her breath is coming out in pants and she whines. The way it's affecting her is ridiculous.

He doesn't stop, " morentez me'zam? Notzo'illi ."

"Rolan, please."

He grins against her, and she feels his length pressing against her body through his robes. " Quid plaket, dilekt'miz ?"

" Rolan , common tongue, please . I want to know what you're saying."

"I said 'please what?'"

Tav huffs in irritation, "I don't know."

He brings his lips up to brush hers, smiling against her as she tries to pull him closer.

"Do you want me to kiss you again?"

She swallows hard around the lump in her throat and nods.

"Mhm. Ask me nicely."

The noise she lets out is embarrassing, a high pitched whine that she couldn't stop if she tried, but she feels his breath against her lips as he exhales in excitement.

"Kiss me, Rolan. Please."

His smile is wide against her, "as you wish, pulch'zer."

When he kisses her, his lips are gentle against hers. Soft and pliant, eager but restrained. When he parts them slowly, she responds in kind and finds his tongue with hers, and he rewards her with a deep, sensual moan from low in his throat. His lips are warm and soft, his mouth tastes of spearmint, his breath flows through her. She feels her small-clothes growing damp.

As he deepens the kiss his movements grow more insistent, more intense, and he squeezes her hips as he grinds her into him. She moans in response and the noise flips a switch in him. All of a sudden his lips are frantic, the kiss turning messy and needy, and his hands are running up and down her body as thought they don't know where to settle.

He pulls back enough to speak, his breath dancing along her lips, his voice barely above a whisper. " Nezkiz quid'mih fakiaz. Volui'illi tamd'umne ."

Tav moans, long and slow as the words rush over her skin, "Gods, Rolan. I wish I knew what you were saying. Fuck ."

He chuckles quietly, "perhaps I'll teach you Comprehend Languages. Then again... Forzit adv'illi."

She groans. "Rolan, please ."

He grins, grinding his length against her, "please, what?"

The huff she lets out is impatient, "you know what."

His mouth traces the shell of her ear again and she shivers. "Perhaps. But tell me anyway."

She groans, "please fuck me, Rolan."

He needs no further invitation. Rolan undresses them both rapidly, swift and efficient just as he treats his work, and they're both bare before each-other in a few moments.

When he looks over her, sweeping his eyes across her form, he lets out a low noise of appreciation. "Hells, Tav, you're beautiful."

She feels nervous, all of a sudden, bare before him, but she smiles despite it. "So are you."

He's back on her, trailing his lips along her throat and collarbone, leaving teasing bites and grazes with his canines. She's a whimpering, writhing mess beneath him but she doesn't care. She can feel his length pressed against her stomach, can feel the grooves of the door on her back, and she's absolutely aching with need.

"Is this okay? Are you comfortable?" His questions make her chest ache with a different kind of need to the one pulsing through her core.

"Yes, Rolan. Please, for the love of- fuck me against this door."

His moan in response to her words is loud and wanton. " Hells , Tav. Lift your leg for me."

She does, and he grabs under her knee, lifting it up so it wraps around his hip, the heel of her foot against the base of his tail while her other foot stays planted against the floor. His other hand comes between them, grips the base of his cock and rubs it against her folds. She throws her head back as she keens, and at the same time he lets out a groan closer to a growl.

"Fuck, you're so wet. Is- This is still okay? You want this?" His voice wavers with lust.

Hearing him curse is almost as incredible as hearing him speak infernal. "Yes , Gods if you don't-"

He's sliding himself into her before she can finish her threat, and the rest of her words fizzle out into a high pitched moan as she throws her head back. His length is ridged and she can feel every notch as it slides into her. He works his way into her slowly, thrusting only an inch at a time until his pelvis comes to rest against hers, and he folds over to rest his forehead against her shoulder.

His first half of his sentence is muttered, the second half directed at her, "Tam strikta , fuck. Ita infek'tum strikta. Tell me when you're ready, dilekt'miz."

"I'm ready, please, fuck me."

He silences his own moan by clamping his mouth over the meat between her neck and shoulder, and begins thrusting shallowly. The slide of him inside her, the ridges on his shaft dragging against her walls, has her tightening her leg around his waist and dragging him closer. He grunts through his mouthful of her skin and starts to pick up his pace, until he's thrusting hard and fast into her.

She's a mess, and she knows it, but it doesn't matter. She's digging her heel into his ass and arching her hips away from the door to get closer to him, head thrown back and eyes wrenched shut. It's too much, but it's not enough. She grabs his hand that isn't holding her knee up and places it round the back of her other thigh. He's a quick study as always, taking a firm hold on the back of her leg and hoisting her other leg up around him, so she's held up against the door by just his weight against her and his bruising grip. It changes the angle, he drives deeper into her, and they both moan in tandem.

He's speaking again, infernal dialect spilling from him freely into her skin, " Nezkiz. Nezkiz quam di'tez vellem. Quamdiu korpuz tuum'kontraz petivi. Vid'tez habzeq. Miz'tib animez'umne ." He speaks the words with a reverence that that has her keening, clenching around him.

"Rolan, I'm so close, fuck don't stop."

He shakes his head, thrusts into her harder, "Hells, I won't, Tav. I won't, I won't, adv'illi, adv'illi -"

The utterance of more quiet infernal words against her tips her over the edge, and she finds her release around him. His movements become stuttered, desperate, " Tez amorez. Tez amorez taz'multo. Perfik'miz. Amaz, amaz, num'quam latuz dezeraz. Morent'illi anim defendam."

He follows her over the precipice and empties himself inside her. She tightens her hold on him with her legs and kisses his neck as his hips twitch through his release, and as he stills they both try to find breath against each-other's skin.

"Gods, Tav." His voice is hoarse, "you- that was- I-"

She chuckles, which makes her walls clench and his hips stutter as he gasps at the feeling. "That was amazing, Rolan. What... Um. What were you saying?"

She pulls away to look at him, and his face is incredibly red. His freckles are barely visible through the violent blush. "Oh, um. Nothing- Nothing, really. Nothing important. Just... babbling. You know."

She laughs, slowly lowering her legs to the ground, both shuddering as he pulls himself from her. He mutters a quick incantation and they're both clean.

"You're going to have to teach me Comprehend Languages, now. I'm far too nosy to leave it at that."

"Hm. We'll see."

~~~

Translations:

"Tibiz plazet link'zon mezoq?" ("You like when I speak to you in my native tongue?")

"Zedzit'n, nul'umne? Zede illizquit diko." ("But you don't care, do you? It's not about what I say.")

"Morentez me'zam? Notzo'illi." ("Moaning for me already? Aren't I lucky.")

Quid plaket, dilekt'miz?" ("Please what, my beloved?")(he lies and tells her it means "please what?")

"Nezkiz quid'mih fakiaz. Volui'illi tamd'umne." ("You have no idea what you do to me. I have wanted you for so long.")

"Then again... Forzit adv'illi." ("Then again... Perhaps I won't.")

"Tam strikta, fuck. Ita infek'tum strikta. Tell me when you're ready, dilekt'miz." ("So wet, fuck. So tight and wet. Tell me when you're ready, my beloved.")

"Nezkiz. Nezkiz quam di'tez vellem. Quamdiu korpuz tuum'kontraz petivi. Vid'tez habzeq. Miz'tib animez'umne." ("You have no idea. You have no idea how long I've wanted you. How long I've craved your body against mine. I have dreamt of having you like this. My soul burns for you.")

"adv'illi" ("I won't.")

"Tez amorez. Tez amorez taz'multo. Perfik'miz. Amaz, amaz, num'quam latuz dezeraz. Morent'illi anim defendam." ("I love you. I love you so much. You complete me. Please, please never leave my side. I would protect you to my dying breath.")

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flowerflowerflo · 2 months

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girl's guide to academic success: part 1 ⊹˚. ♡

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ organisation

first off, have something to organise ur academic life with! i personally use notion (which i'll add later) but u can use anything as long as it's cute, convenient, unique and accessible to you, your life and your schedule specifically. especially as a visual learner, i like to have somewhere i can dump literally everything regarding a singular area in my life, so i do this for almost everything along with school and i highly recommend this <3

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ recognition of talents & improvements

analyse your strengths and weaknesses. think back on tests, exams, marks, and analyse which ones you got highest and lowest on. dont beat urself up for it, obviously; it's just to check which subjects you're doing good in and which ones have room for improvement. for example i love science but im not the best at it sometimes and we had an assessment recently and i didn't get as high as i'd like so i wrote down a little list on a piece of paper in my pencilcase for the topics i got the least in for me to study on my own to practise later.

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ laying out goals

set down specific goals; i like to do this week by week accustomed to my schedule that week in my school notion page along with images and vision boards based on the term/semester, but you can do it for the week, the month, the year, anything as long as its helpful to you

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ productive planning

plan accordingly based on ur time energy. when creating any to do list or productivity plan dont pile a ridiculous amount onto it that just leaves you stressed and overwhelmed because that defeats the entire point; this works the same for academic plans and goals and lists etc.

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ extra credit

put extra work in to the subjects you know will help you in the future. for example, for my personal aspirations i need to excel in english, history and textiles so i always try my absolute hardest and put my all into those lessons and do extra studying for them in my free time where i can. school is to prepare you for the future so take advantage of that

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ asking questions

please don't be shy to ask questions! that's what teachers are there for and you won't have them forever so take advantage of it while you can! you can even do it in that little window of time just after class if ur too nervous to ask in class. for example, on my last english exam i went to my teacher after class and asked about what i needed to improve on to get the marks i missed next time, and he told me i added too much detail and some other things so i wrote it down and am keeping a note of it to remind me to improve on that next time! (i got top of my class though so i didnt mind. still kind of pissed i added too much detail though)

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ participation

participate! ok im saying this as someone who still struggles with social anxiety a fair amount but if u wanna get higher marks and get on good terms w ur teacher i 100% recommend this. i don't do this in every class but i do it where i can and when i'm confident in my answer, and it's really intimidating at first but what i did is i did it first in the classes i felt most comfortable on and continued from there. it gets easier every time i swear, and nobody's judging you; they'll forget about it after five minutes. plus, what would they be judging you for? being smarter than them?

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ prioritising ur health

this is mentioned a lot in these types of posts but if you're tired or burnt out or overworked or just feel like you need to take a break then do. do the best you can and compromise like i said earlier if you need to, just make sure u are prioritising yourself over anything. <3

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lots of love! <3

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americas1suiteheart · 6 months

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Heres something I've been thinking about working on for a while now and I'm finally getting to it. Heres the pilot of it, let me know if you guys want me to make it into a full series (which I might do anyways🧍‍♂️)

Here's the link on Ao3 for the series if you prefer to read on there :)

Weird Science | Pilot Chapter

[Egon Spengler x Fem Reader]

[Summary; honestly I don't know what I'm gonna do with this, I'll leave the summary to finish later.💀

[Notes; This is a fem reader and it is mentioned quite a bit, this is to make things a little easier to write but I may consider making it a gender neutral reader if enough people want it and ask. [This is also kind of a long one for a pilot chapter.]

[Warnings; Some swearing and mentions of smoking. [Also very very minor mentions of drinking.]

Part 1/? | Next Chapter>

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"Hey, can you hand me that soldering iron please?" I say, holding my hand out.

"Oh course Dr. L/n," Theodore says, handing me the iron carefully.

Theodore Thalmann was a freshman student majoring in Computer Engineering at Columbia University, the very University I've worked at for 7 years now.

Theodore came for an internship to work with me, wanting to learn a little more visually than just reading a book, writing down notes, and listening to some old guy talk, and frankly you couldn't really blame him for not wanting to deal with that.

Theodore was a sharp kid, not lazy like most of these kids now, and willing to learn rather than just be here for some extra credit, that's what you liked about him so much.

"Do you need anything else Dr. L/n?" Theodore asks, writing a bit more into his notebook.

Just then, a knock at the door interrupted your thoughts.

"Yes actually, can you go get that for me?" You reply, taking the protective glasses off of your face.

You get up out of your chair, taking off your black rubber gloves and placing them in their respective area. You liked things organised in your lab, it was much easier to find exactly what you needed, and it was also that you never liked a mess where there was work.

"Is Dr. L/n in here? I need to have a word with her." A voice you were far too familiar with comes from the door where Theodore was standing.

Oh god this can't be good.

"Yes she is, come on in Mr. Yeager," Theodore says, letting the man inside the lab.

"Ms. L/n, pleasure to see you again as always," The man says snarkily.

You turn around and walk towards him.

"Hello Mr. Yeager, come to complain about the music volume again? I promise I hadn't played anything today, whatever you might've heard must've been someone else,"

"No, actually, I wanted to talk to you about something more serious, do you think you can get this student to be somewhere else so its a more private conversation?" The Dean says, smiling sarcastically.

Dean Yeager wasn't exactly fond of you, hense the use of your last name rather than Dr. L/n, regardless of how hard I had worked for that title, but to be quite fair, you weren't very fond of him either, so it was more of a mutual hate. There were probably a lot of reasons why he wasn't very big on you but one of the most obvious had to be the fact that you played your music too loud whilst you worked.

"Of course sir. Um, Mr. Thalmann, would you mind stepping outside for a few moments? Me and Dean Yeager need to speak to eachother in private," You say, turning towards Theodore.

Theodore gives a nod and takes off his pair of gloves, placing them haphazardly on a nearby worktable then stepping outside of the lab, shutting the door.

"So, Ms. L/n, I wanted to inform you that you will no longer be working here at the university, I'm giving you a one month notice so that way you may pack all that you have and get out of here by then, is that understood?" Dean Yeager says, a shit eating grin on his face.

"Excuse me?" You say, after a few moments of silence.

"I said you are out of here in a month, fired, let go of, from the university, Ms. L/n," He repeats, venom laced in his voice.

"But wh-what am I supposed to do about Mr. Thalmann? I can't just tell him-" You stutter, still letting the fact you're being fired sink in.

"We will move him with Professor Dietz, someone that actually has a degree to teach, Ms. L/n". He says, cutting you off.

"But I've worked here for more than five years now, you can't just let me go. I graduated from this very University Mr. Yeager, for what reason do I deserve to be let go?" You say, anger becoming more prominent in your voice as you continue to speak.

"We are letting you go because of the constant loud music, because of the constant loss of electricity on the campus due to your failed experiments, because of your lack of actual necessity and funding of being here, Ms. L/n. We cannot continue to fund and pay you just for you to cause disruptions and only be useful to students if they are working under you as an intern. Even when you do have them, they only complain about how you do absolutely nothing in ways of teaching them, you are the issue Ms. L/n,"

The students don't think I teach them? But they've never complained.

The thought of the past interns you've had having bad thoughts about you and your ways of teaching them hurt more then being fired. Sure, you got good pay from the university and your projects were funded, but the students wanting to come in and learn more about what you just so happen to love was the reason why you were still working there in the first place. And sure you would sometimes blast music whilst showing and teaching them but they never complained.

"The students never complain though, I do my absolute best to teach them Mr. Yeager, I don't underst-"

"That is the last of this conversation, Ms. L/n! You will be out of here in one month, and you will get no more students doing internships with you from right now to the day that you are completely gone from this place! Goodbye, Doctor." Dean Yeager says, walking out of the lab, shutting the door.

After a few moments Theodore comes back into the lab, slowly and gently closing the door.

"Ah Mr. Thalmann, um there's going to be a change in plans for you with this internship unfortunately, I hope you don't mind but you'll be moved to go and work with Professor Dietz starting tomorrow, I do apologise," You say, straightening your back.

Theodore stays quiet for a minute, the air thick with awkwardness.

"What Dean Yeager said about all the other students disliking you and your teaching, I don't agree with him. I like your teaching and don't think its right of Dean Yeager to just fire you like that, Dr. L/n." Theodore says awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood of the room.

"Thank you, Mr. Thalmann, but unfortunately that still doesn't change my situation about my work here. I truly do appreciate all of your help and willingness to learn more, especially from me for these past couple of weeks. You're a great student and I'll be honest, I envy Professor Dietz for getting to teach you," You say, a slight smile on your face.

"Thank you, Dr. L/n, do you need any help cleaning up?" Theodore asks, taking the rubber gloves from the table and placing them next to yours.

"No there's no need for that at all, you're free to go early today, thank you for the help Mr. Thalmann."

"Alright, thank you again for teaching me Doctor, I hope everything else goes well for you," Theodore puts the lab coat you let him borrow folded up onto a clear table, then leaves the lab.

You sit down in your rolly chair, clearly worn out as it was bought almost 8 years ago in the late 70s. Even with its rips and threads sticking out from it, as well as the black soot stains and worn cushions, it was still comfortable and somewhat soothing. It reminded you of when you first started working here, about a year after you graduated from the university. And now that you think about it it makes you a little upset that for the past 12 years now this university is all you knew.

Sure you had your own apartment and went out for groceries sometimes, but you never had friends that you still kept in touch with, so you never really went to bars or parties. And at this point having an apartment proved useless as most of the time you would fall asleep in your lab, you would eat in the university's cafeteria, and after that you would just get back to work and drown every other sound out with music from the radio or your cassette tapes.

You get up and grab your coat, leaving the lab to go outside.

You pat your pockets and pull out the cigarette tin, hoping you hadn't run out of any, and to your relief you had just two more left. Grabbing one out of the tin and placing it lightly hanging from your mouth, then lighting it and inhaling the smoke.

You make a mental note that you'll have to go to the drugstore and buy some more.

"What the hell am I gonna do now?" You mutter to yourself, taking another drag of your cigarette.

"Y/n? Is that you?"

You turn your head to see an old friend you hadn't been in touch with since you've graduated at this university.

"Ray?"

"It is you! Oh am I glad to see you. Its been, gosh, how many years now? How have you been? What are you doing here?" Ray says excitedly, asking a million questions all at once.

"Its so great to see you too, Ray. I've been okay these past years, and I work here actually." You say, giving a light chuckle.

Well, more so like you worked here.

"You work here?"

"Yeah, I've been working here since after we graduated actually, what are you doing in terms of a job?"

"I work here too actually, I'm surprised I never seen you around here. You remember Venkman and Spengler though?" He says, taking a half used cigarette out of his pocket.

"Yeah, how can I not remember Venkman, the guy constantly harassed and flirted with me until I graduated, kinda annoying. But I dont recall ever speaking to or interacting with Spengler though."

"Well I've actually been working with them two for a couple of years now, we're working on some equipment and studies to see if ghosts and entities are actually real, parapsychology you know. It would kinda make sense for you to not remember Spengler though, he was a quiet isolated sorta guy. Mind lending me your light?" Ray rambles on, gesturing for your lighter.

You hand him the lighter, taking another drag from your cigarette yourself as he lights his.

"Oh that's neat, I honestly can't believe that I hadn't known you were here though, I would've loved to talk to you and hang out more after graduation," You say, grabbing your lighter back from Ray.

"We should go out for drinks sometime! It'd be a great way to catch up with eachother, I could bring the other guys too! Maybe all of us could ask you questions about our equipment. Given that I don't really know how to do it and all but you're the one that got a Doctoral in Computer Engineering and'll know a bit more than me, but mostly just to hang out with eachother again, like old times!" Ray says excitedly, a smile on his face.

"I'd love to go for drinks with you guys, not sure I'll be of any much use now though because I've just gotten fired by Yeager and have to move all my stuff out by a month from now, so studying and doing experiments are not something I'll get to work on for a while now," You chuckle, putting your cigarette out on the palm of your hand.

"Oh thats such a shame y/n I'm sorry that happened. It seems like Yeager has got a grudge on you too huh?" Ray says sympathetically, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah but honestly I totally deserved it. Do you remember those series of blackouts throughout the campus that would happen twice a week? Those were all me and it took him 5 years to get sick of it and finally fire my ass,"

You laugh, now feeling a bit better about the loss, mostly because you get to speak with Ray again.

"I heard from some of the other professors that the cause was coming from the engineering and computer science halls, it reminded me of you in a way and it seems I was right about it!" Ray laughs, letting out a dry cough afterwards.

God, Ray has always had such bad smoking problems. I can't say all that much though because that'd be too hypocritical but that cough is starting to get worse.

You two continue talking a while longer, forgetting how long you've been out there until hearing all the ruckus from the students getting released from their classes.

"I should get going now, Peter and Egon are probably wondering where I went by now. Oh! How can I get in touch with you by the way?" Ray says, turning back around toward you.

"I'm usually over here in my lab but it seems it won't be like that much longer, but here's the number for my home telephone, call me if you need or want to plan anything and if I don't answer leave me a message for my answer box," You say, pulling out a notecard and pen from your pocket, scribbling the number down and handing it to Ray.

"Thanks Y/n, I'll remember to call you later on! Sorry about the whole getting fired thing by the way but I hope we see more of eachother. I'll talk to you later!" Ray says, taking the paper and waving goodbye as he runs off to a different area of the university.

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Once you were back into the lab, you looked around to see what you should start packing. You didn't have much space at your apartment so you would either probably have to rent out a storage unit or call your parents to see if they could store some of it in their attic at home.

First I need to get boxes, and then a bunch of bubble wrap and foam so none of my equipment or computers break. I'll have to go and buy some from the post office.

You go and grab your keys and head back outside of your lab, locking the door before you leave. Walking to your car, you take your keys and unlock the door of it.

As you sit down and turn the key it stalls, taking a few more tries before it finally starts. I really gotta get a new car or at least get it checked out.

You start to drive to the nearest post office, and due to the horrible New York traffic it took you about 20 minutes to get to it even if it was only half a mile away. But thats what you got yourself into deciding to move to one of the most populated states in the US.

You park, grab your wallet, lock your car, and proceed into the post office.

You see the large amount of people in there, checking their post boxes, mailing out letters, and waiting to get their packages accepted to be sent out.

You walk to the area they have the boxes set up, grabbing a few medium sized ones and proceeding to the shortest line so you can purchase them. Once finally at the front, you place the flattened out boxes onto the table.

"Hello, just these and also, do you guys have the big rolls of bubble wrap?" You say to the man at the desk, who already looked far too tired.

The man nodded and pulled out a large roll of bubble wrap, placing it on top of the boxes.

"Is that all ma'am?"

You nod, taking your wallet out of your coat pocket so that way you have your money ready.

The man punches numbers into his machine, looking at each thing on the desk as he does so.

"That'll be $21.47, ma'am."

You take 22 dollars out of your wallet, handing them to the man as he takes it gingerly, placing the bills into the register and grabbing a few coins for your change and handing them and the receipt to you.

You thank the man and take the boxes and bubble wrap with you, struggling slightly at how awkward it was to hold the 10 flat boxes and bubble wrap in your arms.

You open the trunk of your car, putting the boxes and bubble wrap in, just barely fitting to where you can close the trunk door.

God this is gonna suck.

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I literally wrote all of this in about 7 maybe 9 hours total because I just thought up something and was like, "oh yeah, this'll be great," and thats at least what I'm hoping now. I want this to kinda be slow burn and I know that's what I always say when I do series, and I never finish them, but I am really hoping ill be able to do more with this then my other failed attempts at series [if I take longer than a month to get another chapter of this out I want you all to yell at me and tell me to finish it]

[Word count; 2,769

#egon spengler #egon spengler x reader #spengler x reader #harold ramis #ghostbusters #ghostbusters 1984 #ray stantz #peter venkman #winston zeddemore #dana barrett #janine melnitz

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starglitterz · 2 years

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♡ EVERY TIME AROUND.

tartaglia is your most loyal subordinate who has stuck by you through thick and thin, but on his birthday, it seems like he's in for the surprise of a lifetime orchestrated by none other than yourself.

✦ feat : childe / tartaglia x gn!reader

✦ warning(s) : spoilers for childe's backstory, mafia!au, mentions of killing, barely proofread

✦ a/n : i just think that childe deserves and would adore an s/o who is as deranged and unhinged as he is ty for coming to my ted talk <3 | part of @souglias' childe bday event for the prompt; mafia au ! tysm for organising it + letting me join sher, i had a ton of fun writing this 💞!!

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

"thievery is generally frowned upon, you know."

the coldness of your voice makes the temperature in the room drop subzero, icier than the freezing winds swirling around your mansion, within the depths of which you're currently interrogating childe. his trademark smile wavers just the slightest at your frosty tone, but he wouldn't be your right-hand man if he couldn't slip it back into place a second later as if nothing happened. "well, i suppose murder and blackmail is also frowned upon, but the fatui doesn't seem to mind that," he jokes, though his laughter dies in his throat when your expression doesn't change.

"it gets worse," you pause for effect, ignoring his reply and tracing an immaculately manicured nail along your wooden desk, "when you can't return what you've stolen." upon hearing this, tartaglia, the world's most renowned contract killer who's put a bullet through an immeasurable number of people without hesitation, feels a shiver run up his spine. "is this about the expenses from last month?" childe's wracking his brain, searching desperately for whatever reason there might be for you to be so upset with him. "because i swear they were crucial for the mission. and anyways i'll pay it back as soon as possible, in fact i can repay it right now if you pass me your bank details." he's rambling again. he hates when he does this. it's embarrassing and a sign of weakness; a trait nobody in the mafia should possess.

"what do you think i'm talking about, ajax?" you fix him with a penetrative stare, and the use of his true name reserved solely for your knowledge makes him tense up, as if all his walls are being stripped away until nothing is left but the young boy from morepesok he's being trying to bury for so long. he swallows once and looks down, unable to meet your gaze, "i don't know." "well," you stroll forward, tipping his chin up to face you with your index finger, "we should fix that, shouldn't we? it would be a shame if a criminal were to be tried for a theft he wasn’t even aware of."

to say childe is terrified would be the understatement of the century. he knows that your favour means nothing when it comes to matters of life and death. the mafia is merely a mess of lone wolves bound together by the promise of fatui protection, and they're all ready to jump ship at the first sign of real trouble. that's why everyone here is always so careful – the only rule is; one mistake and you're out, and nobody wants to be out. considering that, it would be incredibly unfair if childe was kept safe even after crossing a line just because of his connections to you, so he understands why he would be in trouble if he had done something. but this time, childe surprisingly cannot think of even a single thing that would warrant your displeasure.

his sea blue irises meet your empty ones, and you're reminded strangely of the starconches decorating the sands of snezhnaya. your gloved hand slips to cup his face, thumb caressing his cheek as he shuts his eyes. "what you stole," you lean closer and whisper into his ear, "is…" childe holds his breath, waiting for the final blow.

"my heart!"

"what?!"

"happy birthday!" you whip out a cake from under your desk, and grin widely at him as if you weren't insinuating his end mere moments ago. "i– what?!" childe can't help but repeat himself, it feels like his brain needs another decade to process what just happened. "i was just messing with you~" you wink and beam, and somehow childe knows that he'd forgive you a million times again and go to the ends of the earth if it meant he'd get to see that smile again. "it was revenge for the prank you pulled last year on my birthday anyway," you huff at the memory, "i really thought you died, can you blame me for wanting to get back at you?"

childe doesn't know what to say, his heart is beating a million miles per hour from his so-called 'near death experience', yet all he can think is that you're the only person in the world who would be able to retaliate to his prank in such an equally perfect manner while managing to come off as caring, and holy archons he loves you so much. so he responds in the only way with which he thinks can convey all his feelings accurately; a kiss!

when he pulls away, childe presses his forehead against yours, bumping your nose gently, "love you." you smile, "love you too, ajax." "even though you're always mean to me," he pretends not to hear you and sighs dramatically. you swat him playfully, "idiot." "i'm your idiot though~" he laughs and gives you a smug smirk, "and you can't deny it because it's my birthday!" you roll your eyes and tug him closer, "just shut up and kiss me again already, birthday boy."

pov quill changes her formatting for the nth time

#✏️ — quill writes !#childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe fluff

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dameronology · 2 years

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yellow (e.m)

summary: just mindless, plotless fluff. i was listening to yellow by coldplay when i was writing it lol.

warnings: swearing, heavy mentions of weed/getting high, no vol 2 spoilers

this is a retrospective apology for the angst i think i'm dropping later tonight oops. enjoy.

-jazz

Eddie Munson was a spitfire with the world's most severe case of undiagnosed ADHD.

He ping-ponged between two extremes; one was a golden retriever on narcotics and the other was a mellowed out, insightful man. When he was hyperactive, Eddie was always moving in circles around you - in your orbit, spinning round you the way the Earth did to the sun - barely allowing a breath between words. He got so excited, a white hot ball of energy, leaving a trail of scrawled campaign notes and half-written songs in his wake. It was pure chaos, but it was also warm and familiar. It was insane contrast to when he was high off his left nut, sat on the sofa with his blunt in one hand and guitar in the other. It was moments like that you were convinced he could be the next Jimi Hendrix, coming out with a combination of scarily insightful thoughts paired with a few chords and melodies. Then he would let out the world's biggest yawn, pass the fuck out and forget it all.

Today was definitely more of the hyperactive days. You were curled up in the corner of the trailer, your college work laid out in front of you. Eddie, meanwhile, was sat beside you, gangly legs just touching you. He would occasionally give you a kick and a smile.

"Baaaaaabe," his voice was a drawl. "Do you wanna watch a movie?"

"After this, Eds," you replied, glancing up at him. "I'll only be a few more hours-"

"- Jaws," he cut you off. "I wanna watch Jaws."

"Why don't you go down to Family Video?" you proposed. "By the time you're back, I'll be done."

"Nah," he grumbled. "I don't fancy seeing Harrington right now."

"But you're content sat here staring at me?"

"I love staring at you," Eddie grinned. "There are much worse things to look at."

"Like what?"

"Harrington."

You let out a groan, turning your attention back to the notes in front of you. Just a few more hours, you thought to yourself. Then I can give him whatever the fuck he wants.

Eddie began wriggling on the sofa so that his head was closest to you now; there was barely a second before he'd whacked your notepad from your lap, promptly replacing it with a stupid grin and a tangle of messy hair. His big bug eyes, although dark, were lit up the evening sun from the window behind you. It was only in this light that you could see the little flecks of gold and amber amongst the brown.

"Edward," you said sternly. "This is why you haven't fucking graduated! We said we would have a study day-"

"- I am studying," he shot back. "I'm studying you."

"Oh my god. Could you be any cornier?" you replied, barely able to hide your eye roll. Still though, your minor annoyance didn't stop you softly carding a hand through his hair, gently organising the strands that had fallen over his face. "I'm on the last chapter. I promise."

"I have nothing to do!" he whined. "I'm so lonely without you-"

"- bit rich considering your head is in my lap, Eds."

"Yeah, maybe you're right."

"What do you normally do when I'm gone?"

Eddie peered up at you, grin widening. "Wait for you to come home. Sometimes I smoke weed."

"So go smoke then!" you suggested.

"I can't. I'm out and I'm not picking up from Reefer Rick until tomorrow-"

Pausing for a moment, you reached across to grab your bag. After rummaging around for a few minutes, you produced the half-smoked blunt you hadn't finished last night. It wasn't much, but you shoved it in Eddie's mouth with hope, in the same way a mother might sticky a dummy in the mouth of a crying child. He didn't respond until you stuck your hand in his back pocket and pulled out a lighter.

"Will this shut you up?"

"For a bit," he said with a wink, shoving the smoke to the corner of his mouth and taking an inhale. "This weed is awful. Who did you buy it from?"

You peered down at him, thinning your eyes. "I don't know. It was some guy Robin knows-"

Eddie sat up in the blink of an eye, brown eyes filled with completely unwarranted fury. You jumped back at the motion, barely avoiding your foreheads colliding. He twisted himself to face you, a gangly leg on either side of your lap as he pressed his face to yours with a scowl.

"You're cheatin' on me?"

You rolled your eyes. "Because I brought from someone else?"

"Yeah!" he exclaimed.

"You were at Hellfire Club!" you shot back. "Last time I interrupted one of those meetings you didn't talk to me for three days."

Eddie let out a tiny grumble. After thinking for a moment, there was a huff and then as if he had forgiven you, he burrowed his head in the crook of your neck and tightening his arms around your waist. Normally, you would have fought him off but the moment was just too soft.

After a moment like that, he pulled away and fell back onto the sofa, dragging you with him. You let out a yelp and collided with his chest, barely avoiding rolling off the sofa. Eddie grabbed you and steadied you, large hands holding your forearms as he propped himself up on his elbows. He had a huge grin on his face; it met his eyes in seconds, nothing but love and adoration and fucking pride because hell, he had just won the battle. Your notes were on the floor now, strewn with the spliff he had written off.

"What's with you today?" you softly asked.

"How'd you mean?" Eddie absent-mindedly replied, eyes not meeting yours. They were following his hands as they moved over your body; up your arms, down your back, and then to cup your face. Your gaze met his then, and he gave you a gentle smile.

"You're clingy, I know that much, but especially so today," you said. "Is something up?"

He shook his head. "No. I just missed you."

"I've been here all day-"

"- I know," he cut you off with a smile. "Maybe I got a bit jealous that you're spending more time with that textbook than you are with me."

"A bit jealous?" you teased. "Or are you just mad that you're not the center of my attention all the time?"

"Pffft, no," Eddie said. "That doesn't sound like me at all."

"All this from the man that ignored me for two whole days last week over a D&D campaign?" you continued to taunt, but his grin was as wide as yours. His eyes fell down to the shirt you were wearing - his Hellfire one, naturally.

"If you're going to keep giving me ironclad logic then I am not going to argue with you," he huffed, smile still not faltering.

"Good," you beamed. "I don't want to argue either."

Eddie leant down and pressed a kiss to your lips. He tasted of mint - he always had gum - and a little of cigarettes. It was intoxicating taste, one that brought you back to the first few days of your relationship. You'd been getting high under the bleachers in sophomore year and after months of pining, Eddie had finally kissed you. Almost four years had passed and it still hadn't gotten old. He was your home now; a tangle of curly hair and dark eyes that you could never seem to break away from. And why would you want to? Eddie was everything you could ever need; sweet, funny, your best fucking friend. He looked after you and you knew he'd go to the ends of the Earth to make you happy. Right now, though, your lives were tied together in the confines of the trailer park and you had absolutely nothing else to think about but each other.

"So we'll meet halfway and agree that I was right and you were wrong?"

"That is so not how that works, Eddie," you laughed.

He pressed another kiss to your lips before sitting up, hands grabbing your ass and keeping you on his lap and he turned to sit back on the sofa properly.

"So," he began. "Jaws?"

You let out a soft laugh. "Yeah, Jaws."

You hopped off his lap and leant down to pile up your scattered notes. Eddie followed suit - not without placing a slap to your ass as he passed - and began to rummage around for his keys. You caught his denim jacket in midair as he threw it at you, pulling it over your shoulders. He then tossed you your boots one by one, before pulling on his own and kicking open the door.

"After you, hot stuff."

You gave him a wink as you passed, tangling your hands with his on the way to the van. It took a few tries to open the passenger side door - y'know, on account for the fact that it was a rusting pile of shit - but as soon as you were in, Eddie was beside you with one hand on the wheel and one on your thigh. It was an unspoken rule that you always chose the music.

"Really?' Eddie quirked an eyebrow at you, brown eyes momentarily siding you. "Fucking ABBA?"

"You drive, I choose the music," you shot back. "That's how it is."

He let out a cute little grumble, but you could have sworn you heard him muttering the lyrics to Angel Eyes. Luckily for him, Family Video wasn't too long of a drive. Especially not when Eddie broke every speed limit known to man. It was funny how he did it so suavely, one hand holding yours and the other violently spinning the wheel every time there was a corner. He didn't let go of your hand when he had to change gear, instead just pulling your fingers with his as he reached for the shift stick.

Eddie halted outside the video store with a screech. He hopped out the van and jogged round the other side, opening the door for you and holding out his hand. He was a fucking cheeseball.

"Thank you, Mr Munson," you couldn't help but laugh as your feet hit the ground, leaning against him to steady the balance.

"Y'know, I think you might be a future Munson too."

Your eyebrows shot up. "Seriously?"

"I mean..." he trailed off, coming to stand in front of you. He took your hands in his, fingers interlacing with yours as he lifted them and aimlessly waved them around. "I could take your surname?"

"You're soft today," you murmured.

"Yeah, I am," he gave you a soft smile. "It's probably because I'm in love with you."

"You love me?"

"I love you."

You grinned. "I love you too."

His large hands found your waist, gently pushing you back against the side of the van. Eddie placed a kiss on your lips without a word; one hand on your ass, the other placed beside your head on the van with an arm caging you in. It was late and there was no one else around, so you didn't care too much about anyone seeing the PDA.

"I've always loved you," he admitted. "Ever since that day in freshman year that you told me my hair was stupid."

"That was six years ago-"

"- it took me six years to recover from it," he cut you off. "C'mon, let's go get Jaws."

You pressed one more kiss to his lips. "Let's go."

tags: @karasong @megmeg-chan @adamgetawaydriver @eddington-munson

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson reader insert #eddie munson x you #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things x reader #stranger things fluff #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things reader insert

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queen-haq · 6 months

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Fic: Alive - Part 27

Summary: Aidan traced the thin chain around his neck, rubbing the infinity pendant between his fingers. No longer a symbol of their everlasting love, it was something he touched in anger when he thought of Sage. It was the only thing of hers that still remained with him after eight years, the last possession which still connected them together. When he 4did find Sage again, and he would no matter how long it took, he planned to destroy the pendant - and her.

Taking place across two timelines, Alive tells the story of Aidan and Sage, high school sweethearts driven apart by who they are and where they come from. Once enemies then lovers, their relationship runs full circle when they meet again in the present, now prepared to destroy each other.

My Masterlist (contains links to previous parts)

Sage placed a soft kiss on Ziyah's cheek, peering down at her daughter's sleeping form. Usually the munchkin put up a bit more fuss about going to bed but as Aidan had offered to read her favourite book, Ziyah had readily agreed. Of course the reading session lasted only a few minutes as she fell asleep almost immediately.A short time later Sage entered the den and found Aidan on the floor, gathering all the toys Ziyah had left scattered on the carpet. "Don't worry about those. I'll get Ziyah to clean up the mess tomorrow."

"It's fine, I can do it."

"I'd rather you didn't. One of her chores is to organise those toys."

He sat back against the couch, his long legs stretched out in front of him. "Chores, huh? Putting her to work already?"

"Damn right. This ain't a free ride, she has to earn her keep." Sage offered him a smile, taking a seat on the couch opposite to him, but realised almost immediately maybe that wasn't the best idea. Despite the ample distance between them, it felt like he was entirely too close, especially with his gaze centered upon her. She averted her eyes from him, reached down to pick up a toy from the floor.

"You have this mom thing down pat, don't you? You just seem great at it."

"Thanks." Although the admiration in his tone was flattering, she reminded herself not to let it get to her head. Aidan was raised by horrible people masquerading as parents, and simply being affectionate to a child probably constituted as great parenting to him. He'd never known unconditional love, unlike her. Unfortunately she had never really appreciated how great of a mom Layal had been until it was too late.

"I swear it's in your DNA to be perfect at everything."

"Yeah well, it's not. I'm not aspiring to be perfect, that's impossible, I just want to be the best that I can possibly be. And if you think it's easy, you're wrong. Some days Ziyah drives me nuts and I'm so close to losing it, and then I feel guilty for feeling that way."

"How do you get through that?"

Her restless fingers smoothed the fur of the stuffed elephant she was holding. "I remind myself that Ziyah is a child, she needs me to hold it together and take care of her no matter what. Thomas always made me feel like I was a huge burden on him and when I think about Ziyah feeling that way... I stop feeling sorry for myself. I don't ever want Ziyah to think she's unloved, unwanted. She's the most important person in my life, and she makes me want to be better."

"She's lucky to have you."

Her eyes locked with his. "No, I'm the lucky one. Without her, I'd be... well, I don't know what I'd be. All I know is that she saved me."

"From what?"

"Despair," she said with trepidation, hoping he won't broach the subject further. Frankly, the last thing she wanted was to discuss the past with Aidan.

"There's a lot of you in her," he remarked.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe, but she's also extremely friendly, a frickin' social butterfly actually. She doesn't get that from me."

He smirked. "No kidding." She threw the elephant at him, he caught it before it could strike him. "Maybe there's a little bit of me in her too." His lips formed into a pout as he snuggled the elephant, resting his chin on the fur.

"Probably. She does act like a jackass at times."

"Don't hate." He chuckled. "We can't help it if people love us."

"Sometimes I get paranoid that she's a little too friendly. All someone has to do is strike up a conversation and she's ready to call them her best friend. Not exactly very safe these days, you know?"

His forehead furrowed with concern. "Fuck. I never thought about it like that."

"Don't get me wrong. She knows better than to talk to strangers, but you-"

"She needs a bodyguard."

"What?" Taking in the earnest expression on his face, she realised he was completely serious. "No, she doesn't. She's fine. I'm just being paranoid."

"No, seriously. I'll contact some security firms and find a bodyguard for her. She'll be protected 24/7 and we never have to worry."

"I'll always worry, that's just how it is, and hiring a bodyguard isn't going to change that. Anyway, Ziyah's a good kid, she's smart and she knows to be wary of strangers. As long as I'm there to protect her, she'll be fine."

"But you can't be watching over her every minute of every day," he pointed out.

She shot him an irritated glance. "Are you trying to freak me out here?"

"Hey, I'm freaking out too!"

"Get used to it. Being a parent means you never stop worrying."

"That's fucked up."

She gave him a sympathetic smile, knowing exactly how overwhelming it felt to be responsible for another human life. She'd experienced the very same emotion the first time she'd held Ziyah in her arms.

"You could have let me walk out of here when I was ready to give up, but you didn't. Why?" His gaze narrowed, almost assaulting her with their intensity.

Stomach coiling with anxiety, she remained silent. Fact was, she'd been asking herself the same question for the past few hours and had yet to come up with an answer. Considering she wanted him gone for good ever since he barged back into her life, it would have been so easy to encourage his insecurities and let him walk out. He'd given her the perfect ammunition but she'd been unable to use it - and a part of her was already regretting it, especially when he moved closer. Kneeling in front of her now, his face merely inches apart, he studied her keenly, allowing her no chance to escape.

"I would have left you and Ziyah alone for good if there was any chance of me hurting her. You could have let me believe I was like him, but you didn't. Why?" he asked again, his breath humming against her skin.

"It's getting late. You should go." She tried to get up but he blocked her path, trapping her in place.

"Not until you tell me why."

"I don't have to explain myself to you."

"You're always accusing me of running away when things are hard but you do the same."

"Whatever."

"Or you pick a fight. Anything to avoid talking about your feelings, right?"

"Want to know how I'm feeling right now? Annoyed and bored with your Dr. Phil impression."

A smug smile formed across his lips, she'd just played into his hands.

"I want you t o leave," Sage ordered.

He didn't move, watching her keenly. Gradually the smile on his face dissolved, leaving in its place a forceful expression which she couldn't ignore. His gaze held her hypnotised, wreaking havoc with her thoughts.

"What you said before, about me never loving you, you don't believe that. Right?"

Her breath hitched in her throat.

"I know David overheard me telling Cat you meant nothing to me but it wasn't true. That day I was just trying to get Cat off my back. If she realised how I really felt, she would have fucked up your life even more. I couldn't risk that."

The mere mention of Cat's name snapped her out of her daze. Sage steeled herself, determined not to betray any emotions. "So you said that to protect me. How sweet of you."

"I've loved you for as long as I can remember."

"Yeah, sure."

"But you're not that girl anymore. You've changed."

"Ah, I see. And let me guess, you don't like who I am now. I was so much more lovable when I was your doormat, right?"

"I know it's probably easier to believe that so you can hate me for it."

He wasn't rising to her taunts, and his calmness was nerve-wracking.

"You're not ready to be honest with me and that's fine," he continued. "You were kind to me when I was freaking out, you could have totally fucked me up, but you didn't. The part of you I fell in love with, that sweetness, it's still there but you're also so much more. If I let myself, I'd fucking fall for you all over again. But I can't do that, Sage, not when Ziyah is involved. This isn't about us, it's about her, and getting involved with you is only going to complicate things between us."

"What makes you think I even want you?"

A shadow of a smile fleeted across his face. Suddenly, his lips pressed against hers in a sweet, tender embrace that made her insides melt. The ache within her sharpened, no longer suppressed. As soon as she tried to cling to him, he slipped away from her touch, leaving her stunned and speechless, watching after him as he headed out of the room.

Heart pounding heavily in her chest, she fell back on the sofa.

To be continued...

@bustlingcrowdsxorxsilentsleepers @idaofinfinity @tiki-tequila

#original romance #romance novels #enemies to lovers #my fics #alive

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booperbeanv3 · 1 year

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the oc thing

In order of personal interest. I'll organise everythng later i swear if anything looks weird it's bc im using html editor instead of rich text editor

spnb

Stylised: The Supernatural High School Boys - Flesh&Blood Massacre! TL;DR: i wanted to write edgy clichéd shit for edginess sake. i was so embarrassed i never posted it besides.. maybe one or two posts.

These OCs are technically completely separate and have separate stories but in the context of SPNB specifically IDFK hot n cold - katy perry Sadomaso. Whatever

OCs (that are mine):

Tanoshi Chidori (MC)

Kaname Manaka

OCs (that are NOT mine):

Kansuke Okabe (MC)

Pika Asanuma

The lore:

The "superpowers" are genetic. I'm not gonna lie, Kansuke was literally a MHA OC and Tanoshi's power in its later stages took inspiration from Himiko Toga's quirk. But I tried to make it different ;; I'm honestly not all that interested in superheroes, I just wanted to make a disability analogy since I'm autistic but didn't wanna stroke my own dick here. If you wanna hear about my interpretation then ask away.

Kansuke has a regeneration ability and Tanoshi has a shapeshifting ability that uses human meat as fuel, so they get along really well.

newoc

Stylised: NewOC Wave! - Start Brand New - TL;DR: an attempt at scraping my and a friend's danganronpa ocs into regular people (because that's what they were basically like anyway)

They're of college age (18-20s) and all go to the same university the main ones anyway

OCs (that are mine):

Yuusai Nagata

Hara Maeyama

Daisuke Miyahara

Shukai Kimoto

Shunichirou Kurosaki

OCs (that are NOT mine):

Heikichi Nakajima

Liar Sasano

Kotaro Sasano

Mahiro Imai

Leader Shimizu

OCs (that are mentioned commonly enough):

TOO FUCKING MANY

the setting/loreverse

Pretty much all my OCs nowadays are dropped into a country called Ibarei, which is basically my sorta-Japan like how isekais take place in sorta-Europe. I didn't want anyone to see how weeb-cringe I was making all my characters Japanese so I did something worse, bastardise the country.

They have their own language which is not like Japanese at all (because I got really into conlanging one summer) but the names are all still painfully Japanese which. I'll just have to suck up. I'm too attached to rename characters right now.

However, because Ibarei is technically a different country, that means I can add things like different religion, myths, social norms and beliefs, infrastructure. You know

the kaiyan thing

they're technically newoc because they were made up for Daisuke's backstory but since they're historical figures they technically exist in the loreverse

By 'kaiyan' I mean Kaidou Kajiro (not mine) and Giyan Yirei (mine), I will flesh their story out more when I'm interested in historybromoding instead of modern-politics-and-societymoding

#bean has ocs #bean stuff #if you wanna know anything about the characters or the setting #pls keep it general loreverse or spnb only bc i genuinely do not have the power in me to even pretend to care about my other ocs rn lololol #also i won't be able to answer on characters that aren't mine besides basic details or rp details soz #i'll post the art now wheeeeee

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shimura-rp · 2 years

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"Self sacrifice, that's what epitomises a shinobi. Never seeing the light of day, toiling in the shadows. That's the way of a true shinobi."

- Shimura Danzō

About the mun:

I'm Mar, italian, he/him, 24 y/o

I love reading and writing, I have two cats and two dogs and I bullshit every day my way through life

This is a side blog, my main blog is @uchihashisui-kun

Rules:

You can also find me on AO3 under the name of RafuMeika

Things I'm okay with:

- Don't be a dick

- NSFW

- Fluff, angst, comedy, horror, gore

- Torture, rape/non-con (but only if we talk about it first)

- Canon compliance, AUs, canon divergence

- Any era. Founders era, Naruto canon era, in-between eras

- OCs

Things I'm not okay with:

- Characters who are male, female, non-binary, trans, cis, genderfluid, agender, gay, straight, ace, aro, everything in-between, you're all welcome here

- Basically nothing. If you have any doubt about something just hit me up and I'll see if it disgusts me or not

About the muse:

Background:

Born into the Shimura Clan to his shinobi father, Danzō joined the newly established Academy and was amongst the first few hundred of students to graduate. Ever since his genin days he has been friend with Hiruzen, whom he considers his rival in everything.

During the First Shinobi War, Danzō is part of the Escort Unit alongside Kagami Uchiha, Torifu Akimichi and Team Tobirama.

On one of their missions, during which is said that a member of their team has to sacrifice themselves as a decoy in order for the rest of them to escape, Danzō struggles to bring himself to volunteer and calls himself weak as Hiruzen volunteers himself for the role. After Hiruzen is appointed as Third Hokage, Danzō swears to himself that he'll one day attain the title as well and decides to take up the village's more clandestine operations, something that Hiruzen knew about and allowed Danzō to do.

He creates an ANBU branch named ROOT, with the organisation under Danzō's direct command and hand-picked young shinobi with noticeable potential.

During the Third Shinobi World War, Danzō agrees to provide aid to Hanzō of Amegakure in order to receive help in claiming the title of Hokage, manipulating Hanzō into joining forces with him against the Akatsuki by bringing him corpses of Ame shinobi and claiming they were killed by Akatsuki, while in truth they were ROOT members disguised.

During the Kyuubi's attack on Konoha, Danzō insists that the Uchiha clan is not allowed to join in the defence of the village, fearing that someone like Madara Uchiha would take advantage of the situation and use the Nine-Tails against Konoha, and convinces Hiruzen to have the Uchiha exclusively protect the citizens. Then, after the attack is stopped, he's one of the elders to suspect the Uchiha clan was behind the attack and begins a spying operation on them, relocating the Uchiha to the outskirts of the village. He later approaches a grieving young Kakashi and convinces him to join Danzō's ROOT division and spy on Hiruzen for him.

Over the years, Danzō recruits many new members of ROOT, including clan kids like Aburame Torune of the Aburame clan, Yamanaka Fū of the Yamana clan and Uchiha Itachi of the Uchiha clan.

At some point Danzō, fearing that his stolen Sharingan will go blind with overuse, sends Kinoe on a mission to steal Kakashi's Sharingan as a replacement, but the boy returns after deciding to abandon his mission, much to Danzō's fury. Before Danzō can take action against Kinoe, Kakashi arrives to save him and retreat together.

When word reaches him about a coup d'état planned by the Uchiha clan, Danzō takes advantage of Itachi's pacifist tendencies to convince him into providing him and the other elders information of the clan's actions. When later on Shisui Uchiha presents his plan of ceasing the Uchiha's coup by using Kotoamatsukami on his own clansmen to the Council, Hiruzen agrees. Danzō, however, is determined to protect the village in his own way and steals the Shisui's right eye, pushing him into suicide.

Danzō then secretly meets with Itachi and manipulates him into choosing to slaughter his own clan by presenting him with the option of either killing them and sparing his younger brother or letting them go through with the coup and having them all killed by the village as a result.

Hiruzen, not believing Danzō's story about Itachi having done the massacre out of his own will, voices his disgust at Danzō's actions before removing him from the Council and ordering for his ROOT division to be disbanded. However, despite that order, Danzō continues to keep ROOT secretly active over the years.

Personality:

When he was younger, Danzō was a hot-headed and eager ninja with a strong desire to prove himself. He often displayed jealousy towards Hiruzen, believing he was always one step ahead of him and feeling inferior to him.

As an adult, Danzō is a calm, cold and collected individual who does not allow his emotions to surface. Due to being raised in times of war, Danzō's beliefs differ from those of the Hokage as he felt that the interests of the village should be placed above all else, even ethics and morals.

According to his former teammate Utatane Koharu, Danzō is very ambitious and all he ever did was for the sake of the village.

Danzō prefers to directly eliminate threats through assassination and execution rather than diplomacy and negotiation. However, he secretly worked closely with the international criminal Orochimaru in illegal experiments in order to increase his physical capabilities.

Danzō also possesses a fanatical and arbitrary adherence to the ideals of a shinobi, believing they must sacrifice absolutely everything for the village, all the while hypocritically fearing his own death and hiding this fear behind the belief that his survival was necessary for the sake of the shinobi world itself.

Despite his reputation as a militarist, Danzō wishes for peace in the ninja world, one he wants to achieve by uniting all shinobi forces under his control. Danzō's pursuit of peace follows the idea that the end justifies the means and, as such, he has no remorse taking any immoral actions as long as he believes that it would benefit Konoha.

Danzō also believes Konoha is strongest and most stable when the village has a target to focus its anger and hatred on. To this end, he was key in stigmatizing the Uchiha clan and was the one to secretly leak out the knowledge that Naruto Uzumaki was the container of the Nine-Tailed Fox, ensuring the villagers would loathe him as a result.

Treacherous by nature, Danzō will not hesitate into eliminate his allies if they ever prove themselves too capable for his comfort. However, despite his his self-righteous and amoral methods, Danzō does have a sense of nobility and dignity, reprimanding Sasuke for his hatred and violence against Konoha, saying that it had wasted both the sacrifice of the Uchiha clan and Itachi's own personal sacrifices.

Willing to do anything to further his physical and political powers, Danzō allows Orochimaru to experiment on him with Hashirama's cells in order to gain the power to control a tailed beast and extend his use of Izanagi.

In his later years, Danzō has become somewhat delusional and extremely arrogant, believing himself to be unbeatable and that only he would be able to change the entire Shinobi World on his own.

Abilities:

As the leader of the Root and the Sixth Hokage Candidate, Danzō is an exceptionally powerful shinobi and his skills are held in high regard by the elders Homura and Koharu as they considere him one of Konoha's strongest ninja.

Danzō is adept in both using and dispelling high-level genjutsu. He also has some skill in taijutsu and a decent amount of physical strength despite his old age. Danzō is also quite fast and agile. Additionally, Danzō is also skilled in the use of kenjutsu.

Danzō is well-versed in the use of fūinjutsu and cursed seals. In fact, he placed binding seals on the tongues of every ROOT member to prevent his secrets from being exposed. He can also implement binding seals in battle, which is shown when he places a seal on Sasuke, temporarily paralysing him. Lastly, upon his death, Danzō reveals his most powerful sealing technique, the Reverse Four Symbols Sealing, a technique that causes four seal symbols on Danzō's skin to exit from his body and form a large sphere around him, forcing everything inside it to be drawn in and imprisoned within his corpse.

Danzō has access to a very unique summoning, a giant tapir-like creature known as a Baku, described as the "Nightmare-Eater". A creature of massive size, it has the ability to suck in objects and targets within the area in front of it. The Baku's suction can also be used to increase the power of Danzō's wind techniques, despite the suction leaving the creature vulnerable to fire techniques.

Danzō can utilise multiple nature transformations which include Wind, Earth, Water and Fire Release, as well as both Yin and Yang Release. He's particularly proficient in Wind Release, using powerful vacuum-based attacks that can either slash like blades or pierce like bullets. If needed, he can use enhanced or localised variations, some of which are strong enough to destroy an extremely durable wooden dome or damage a humanoid Susanoo's defences. He can also use his wind chakra to manoeuvre himself in mid-air, as well as infuse wind into his weapons to increase their offensive power.

Possessing Hashirama's cells in his right arm, Danzō has the ability to use Wood Release, albeit with a significant toll on his chakra. This, combined with the fact that his overall skill with the technique is quite rudimentary, forces him to only use it when necessary.

Danzō's right arm originally belonged to Uchiha Shin and was implanted with ten Sharingan and lastly enhanced with Hashirama Senju's DNA. He normally keeps the arm hidden under bandages and a gauntlet-like seal, presumably to conserve chakra and keep the eyes and DNA in check.

Due to integration of Hashirama's cells, Danzō has gained the ability to heal nearly any wound without the use of hand seals. According to Tobi, Danzō's possession of both Uchiha and Senju DNA most likely meant that he was after Naruto, since he possessed the potential capability to control Kurama.

Danzō's right eye was that of Uchiha Shisui's Sharingan and was very skilled at using it, able to detect multiple assassins hidden among his surroundings and subdue individuals with genjutsu. Danzō can activate Izanagi, a technique forbidden even amongst the Uchiha clan. However, even with Danzō's physical energy augmented by Hashirama's cells, it takes a substantial amount of chakra to sustain the technique.

Having his eye constantly hidden, Danzō has never been seen activating Shisui's Mangekyō Sharingan. Despite this, he has made use of Kotoamatsukami an unknown amount of times. Augmented by Hashirama's cells, Danzō reveals that he can use the technique once every several hours, as opposed to once every decade.

Upon his death, Danzō destroys the eye in fear that it could one day be used against Konoha.

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The Journey of Living at Downton

Chapter 31: June 1922

Masterlist

"Are you sure?" Emma asks Rose as the two convene in the Drawing room, knowing no one will be in there at the moment.

"I thought you of all people would like the idea!" Rose huffs.

Emma rolls her eyes. "I do like the idea and I'd say bollocks to the lot of them, but are you sure about it? You know how the family are. They're not always as open as you think."

Rose had dragged Emma further into her plans for Robert's birthday. It's soon clear that Rose plans on using the band that Mr Ross was a part of as the surprise. Emma hadn't realised that there had been contact between the two and worries about the mistreatment the singer will receive from the family because of their unconscious racism.

"But isn't this a part of the inclusivity you always talk of?" Rose argues.

Emma sighs and rubs her head. "Yes... and I suppose everyone will enjoy it. It's not like they'll want to make a scene if they don't."

Rose grins. "Exactly. I'll contact Mr Ross and organise it."

"Remember, we need to inform Cora about this, well, sort of tell her."

Rose nods eagerly.

Emma squints her eyes at Rose suspiciously. "There isn't another reason why you are so eager to do this?"

Rose's eyes widen and she shakes her head a bit too quickly. "No! I just think it'll be a nice surprise for Cousin Robert."

"Hmm. Mary tells me that Mr Napier and his boss Mr Blake are coming next week, they'll be here for Robert's party." Emma warns.

Rose shrugs with a grin. "More the merrier!"

"I think they may be more interested in the pigs and Mary in Mr Napier's case." Emma remarks with a grin.

Rose nods. "Yes, Tamworth's. We had them at Duneagle. Daddy swears by them."

"It's a new thing for us." Emma says. "Tom's been a bit restless with waiting for their arrival. We haven't done much with pigs before."

"Not disrupting anything else?" Rose remarks with a grin.

Emma lets out a fake scandalised gasp before creasing over with laughter.

——

Tom tells Emma a couple of days later that Harold, Cora's brother, has apparently come into difficulty in his business. Emma is curious as to why Harold has written to Robert of all people about it though.

Emma and Rose knock on the door and open it to find Cora in an armchair, reading a book.

"Cousin Cora?" Rose greets her as she closes the door behind them.

"I think you can call me Cora now." The Countess says with a smile.

Emma huffs out a slight laugh. "She wouldn't dare with Robert."

"She must dare with me." Cora remarks. "How can I help?"

Rose and Emma sit down opposite her.

"I... we wanted to tell you that we've settled the surprise. For his birthday." Rose tells her.

"Since you won't tell me what it is, I don't know what to say." Cora comments. "But I'm assuming everything is alright if Emma is involved so, good?"

Emma feels a rush of warmth from how much Cora seems to trust her.

"Well, if you're alright with it. Is it okay if we let Mrs Hughes and Mr Carson know since they'll be the ones that has to deal with it?" Emma asks. "It's only on the day. And it's only till after dinner."

It's at that moment that Baxter walks in, taking away the breakfast tray. Emma watches her as she walks past. She wonders what the lady's maid's history is with Thomas. The woman seems nice enough but Emma hasn't really had the chance to get to know her.

"I suppose so."

——

Emma and Rose soon find themselves in Mrs Hughes' Sitting room.

"A band?!" Mrs Hughes exclaims in surprise.

Rose and Emma look at each other in alarm at how loud Mrs Hughes is being.

"Shh! No one must know." Rose whispers. She closes the door furtively.

"We'll get the carpets rolled up and everything arranged during dinner. So that when His Lordship walks out of the Dining room, there it is." Emma eagerly explains.

"And we're to hide them until then?" Mrs Hughes questions.

Rose lets out an exasperated huff. "Oh, 'hide' them? You just have to keep them with you. His lordship won't come down here, will he?"

"He doesn't. Downstairs is a foreign land to him." Emma remarks. This lifts a slight smile onto Mrs Hughes' face.

"So, I have to find them food and beds. How many are there?" Mrs Hughes asks, slightly disgruntled.

"Six, I think. But I'll check." Rose replies

"And Her Ladyship knows about it?"

Emma presses her lips together, highlighting her discomfort. "Well, um, she doesn't know it's a band, but she does know there's a surprise that you're helping us with. We just want it to be a surprise for her too."

"Very well. I'll see what I can do." Mrs Hughes tells them though Emma can see she's not entirely convinced.

"Thank you." Rose says gratefully.

They walk out together, and Mrs Hughes sees them up the stairs.

——

Emma walks into the Outer Hall to find Edith by the telephone, trying to hold back tears.

Emma walks up to her in alarm. "Edith. What happened? What's the matter?"

"Michael's vanished into thin air. Nobody's heard from him, no one can reach him." Edith replies shakily.

This was what Emma was afraid of. She can't think that now and mustn't worry Edith until they are sure something has happened. "I'm sure it's just a failure of communication. If anything had happened, we'd've heard."

"Maybe." Edith says unsurely. "I just wish to God he'd pick up the telephone."

"He will. Come on." She holds her hand out to Edith. "We must ought to do the important ritual of getting changed for dinner." She remarks sarcastically.

Edith smiles slightly at the comment as they walk towards the stairs, hand in hand.

——

They all assemble in the Drawing room after dinner with the exclusion of Robert attended by Mr Carson and Alfred.

Robert enters.

"You're back." Cora says from the settee she sits on with Rose and Emma. Tom, Mary, Edith and Billy sit scattered about on the other chairs. "I thought you must've missed the last train."

"No. But I only just caught it." Her husband replies as he walks into the room.

"Do you want some dinner?"

"I ate in the restaurant car." He leans down to kiss his wife.

"You weren't very long in London." Edith comments. Emma is happy to see she's perked up a little though she won't be okay until they know what's happened to Michael.

"There wasn't much to do. Just sign some papers for a trust that Billy Sheffield set up for his son." Robert explains as he takes place in front of the fireplace

"What will that entail?" Billy queries.

"Mainly telling the boy to drink less and be nicer to his mother."

"We learned at dinner that Alfred's leaving. He's got a place on the Ritz cookery course after all." Cora tells him.

"He'll be a bit behind but he can catch up." Emma adds.

"Ah?"

"I'm sorry to cut and run, m'lord." Alfred apologises.

"Don't worry about that. We're proud of you." Cora says sincerely.

"You must return one day as a famous chef." Mary remarks.

"Now you're back, m'lord, there's something I wanted to say." Alfred declares. "I've been well treated in this house, and I want you all to know that I'm very grateful."

"Thank you, Alfred." Cora says.

"Mr Carson has been a kind—" Alfred swallows, overcome with emotion, "—and wonderful teacher."

Emma feels genuinely touched and she can see everyone else is overcome by Alfred's words.

"Much more and we shall all burst into tears." Robert comments.

"I'm sorry, m'lord. Come along, Alfred. Let's get back to work." Mr Carson instructs but he is very touched, too. They start clearing away the drinks.

Robert addresses them, "How's my birthday dinner coming on?"

Rose and Emma share an alarmed look before the former says, "How do you know about the dinner?"

"The Coldhursts rang yesterday and said they'd love to come." Robert explains as he takes his drink that Mr Carson offers.

"Weren't we all sworn to secrecy?" Billy questions.

Emma huffs. "Some people just can't keep a secret."

"I don't mind." Robert reassures them. "It won't spoil it if it's not a surprise. Not for me."

"There may still be a surprise." Rose tells him.

"So, I should hope!"

——

The next day, Emma makes her goodbyes to Alfred. The boy had been nice as far as she could gather from brief interactions but most of her knowledge of him comes from Gemma who's been whinging on about the square between Alfred, Ivy, Daisy and Jimmy. Emma is glad that she isn't downstairs anymore and hadn't have to experience it. Maybe Alfred going will sort things.

Emma also hears from Anna that she and Mr Bates are going out on a date to the Netherby Hotel, which Emma is happy to hear.

That evening, they all, minus Cora, who's also at the Netherby Hotel, but for a committee meeting, come walking out from dinner. Emma notices Mr Carson approaching Edith with an envelope on his salver. She pauses as the others walk ahead.

"I do apologise, m'lady. But this came in the evening post and it appears to have been overlooked." Mr Carson tells her

"Not to worry." Edith reassures him as she quickly slits it open and reads the letter. Mr Carson moves on.

Emma watches as Edith's face morphs into panic and shock. Emma swears she sees her eyes welling up.

"Edith, what's the matter? Is it Michael?" Emma questions, startling Edith who hurriedly looks up and attempts to school her features.

"No. Not at all. Just more dead leads." Edith folds up the letter and quickly walks past her.

Emma frowns. "If you're sure..."

Edith pauses. "I am. We mustn't keep the others waiting." She quickly enters the Drawing room before Emma can say anymore.

——

Emma finally gets a chance to talk to Edith on her own when she finds her alone by the fire on the pouffe in the Library, crying. Emma immediately comes to her side and sits down next to her.

"Edith? Hey, what's the matter?" Emma questions, gripping her hand and looking at her earnestly.

Edith sniffles. "It's nothing."

"We both know that's not the case." Emma says. "Was it the letter? It was about Michael, wasn't it?"

"In a way."

"Perhaps you should get your father involved? Send someone over there?" Emma suggests. It hurts to see Edith so upset.

Edith shakes her head. "No. His office has already done that. There's a detective in Munich now, working with the German police."

Munich... A significant place that changed the Nazi party's tactics. Emma knows Hitler hasn't led the 1923 coup yet but that doesn't mean he's not lurking. Emma hopes his brown shirts have nothing to do with this.

"Then you just have to be patient." Emma says instead.

"I want to know what's happened. If he's... trapped somewhere, or falsely imprisoned. Or even dead." Her voice catches on the last word. Emma looks at her alarmed. "I mean it. If the worst's happened, I want to know. It's just so impossible to plan in this... fog."

Emma gently squeezes her hand. "Well, I'm sure he's not dead." She hopes anyway. The fact that it's been some months since he was last heard from, but she can't share her doubts

Edith sees right through her. "No, you aren't. Because none of us can be."

——

Mr Napier and Mr Blake soon arrive and are being greeted by Cora, Emma and Mary in the Great Hall.

"It's so kind of you all to have us." Mr Napier says, turning pointedly to his boss. "Isn't it, Charles?"

"It is." Mr Blake replies. Emma can't help but feel that he'd rather be somewhere else.

"We're anxious to do our bit." Mary says pleasantly.

"What do you mean by that?" Mr Blake questions. Oh, dear.

"Well, you're here to advise the landowners on how to get through this crisis, aren't you? To save the estates that need saving." Mary replies. Emma is now feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"I'm afraid Evelyn may have given you the wrong impression." Emma is not liking what seems to be a judgemental attitude behind the mask of Mr Charles Blake.

"In what way?" Mary questions.

"The government is aware that up and down the country, great estates are being sold in large numbers." Mr Blake explains.

"Precisely."

"North Yorkshire has a lot of these estates, big and small. And many are in difficulty. We will have every variety of problem to study." Mr Blake continues.

"And you're here to help."

"Not quite. We're here to analyse the situation and ask whether our society is shifting fundamentally. Will it affect food production, and so on?" Mr Blake finishes.

Emma admits that he does have a point but it'll make an enemy out of Mary. She decides to cut into what is clearly brewing to be a sparing match. "So, it's not about how the owners feel, but the food supply?" She asks.

"If that's how you want to put it..." Mr Blake replies.

"I'm afraid that owners will not enjoy that, may see it as mean-spirited," Emma warns. Out of the corner of her eye, Emma sees Edith and Rose walk up to them and greet Mr Napier, who seems quite relieved about it.

"Mr Lloyd George is more concerned with feeding the population than rescuing the aristocracy. That doesn't seem mean-spirited to me." Mr Blake quips.

Emma can't help but feel a bit annoyed herself with his blasé attitude.

Mr Napier is quick to butt in, "I'm afraid you may find us disappointing guests, if you want us to stay up till two in the morning being witty."

"Don't worry. I don't expect Mr Blake to be witty." Mary snarks.

Mr Blake gives her a look that says 'challenge accepted'.

Robert arrives and shakes hands with Mr Blake before moving to Mr Napier. "How long will you be with us?"

"Until the job is done and we can write a report. If you'll have us." Mr Blake replies.

"You must be sure to get rid of us when we become a nuisance." Mr Napier adds.

"The gong is rung at seven, and we meet in the drawing room at eight." Cora tells them. "You know it's Robert's birthday?"

"So, you must try to be witty tonight, Mr Blake. After that, we'll lower our expectations." Mary quips.

By the look on his face, Mr Blake has definitely accepted the challenge. Emma can't help but think this is moderately similar to how Mary and Matthew's relationship began.

"The girls will show you up." Cora says.

——

Emma and Rose enter the Servants' Hall to see that they are having their tea, served by Ivy and Daisy and Emma is pleasantly surprised to see Mr Molesley as they walk to the doorway. Everyone gets to their feet as they enter. Emma still finds it very strange when they do that.

"Lady Rose, Mrs Branson! Can I help?" Mr Carson questions.

"Oh, please, don't let us disturb you. But Lady Rose and I wanted to make a speech. Mrs Hughes may have told you—" Emma begins to say. She consciously decides to keep the titles and be formal about those upstairs so as not to throw Mr Carson's nose further out of joint than they will be doing anyway.

"I haven't yet." The housekeeper interrupts. Emma is amused by the disgruntled look on Mr Carson's face.

"Well, we should tell them now," Emma says. She tries not to show her anxiousness and nerves as she turns to address the rest of the servants. "As a treat for His Lordship, a London band is coming to play after dinner."

"A London band? That's the berries." Jimmy comments.

"From a nightclub called The Lotus." Rose adds.

"A nightclub? Really?" Daisy asks excitedly.

"But it must be a complete surprise." Emma warns them. "No one knows anything. And they mustn't. That is, Her Ladyship knows that something's going to happen, but even she doesn't know what."

"And you think she'll be pleased?" Mr Carson asks doubtfully.

"She'll be thrilled." Rose insists.

"We'll look after your secret." Jimmy promises. Emma is thankful for it but she still doesn't know how she really feels about the footman.

"So, until then, if you can just make them comfortable. I know musicians are outside your daily round." Rose adds.

"Don't worry about that, m'lady. We can take it in our stride. We may be Yorkshiremen, but we do know a little of life in the city." Mr Carson says with a smile. Emma internally winces, she somehow doubts that a bit.

A male voice can be heard. It's Jack Ross, the band's singer. "Hello? Uh... is anyone there?" He comes walking confidently into the Servants' Hall. "I think this is where we're supposed to be."

Mr Carson is so struck by his appearance that he knocks over his teacup. There's a shocked silence. Emma frowns at disappointment to see even Mrs Hughes and Thomas are being a bit funny about it.

Rose, determined to save the situation, smiles at Jack. "Welcome to Downton." She and Jack shake hands.

——

Emma and Tom walk to the Nursery before dinner so that they can feed the children along with Billy and Mary. Emma knows they're already there before her, but as she reaches the door, she hears Isobel's voice and what she says gives her pause and she turns to Tom to shush him.

"When I got engaged, I was so in love with Reginald I felt sick. I was sick with love. Literally." She laughs a little. "It seems so odd to think about it now. It really does."

"It was the same for me." Billy murmurs. "As if I'd gone mad, or been hypnotised, or something. For days. Weeks. All I could think about was her."

"And me. I was standing outside in the snow, and I didn't have a coat. But I wasn't cold, because all I kept thinking was, he's going to propose, he's going to propose!" Mary reminisces.

Emma and Tom turn to each other and smile softly, thinking of their own engagement. Emma has happy memories but she always can't help but feel guilty about how she had left him hanging for so long.

"Well. Aren't we the lucky ones?" Isobel remarks.

Emma can't help but feel guilty that, unlike Isobel, Mary and Billy, she still has Tom, and that she has what they have lost.

She decides she and Tom have heard enough. The three in there turn to them as Emma says, "Isobel, are you here to join us in the chaos of feeding time?"

"I thought I might." Isobel says with a smile.

The door opens, and the nannies come in with George and Michael in their arms and leading Ivy and Sybbie by their hands.

"Oh! Look who's here!"

"Hello!" Isobel greets them.

"Come here, Sybbie." Billy gathers up his daughter.

"Daddy!" Ivy squeals as Tom picks her up while Emma scoops Michael into her arms.

——

A large dinner party has been assembled for Robert's birthday with Mr Carson, Thomas, Jimmy and Mr Molesley attending them, the latter being a pleasant surprise. While Emma usually hates them, the guests are seemingly alright so far. Thankfully she's at the end of the table with Mary, Edith, Rose and a couple of gentlemen while Tom is next to Mr Napier and Cora and Billy are sitting with Isobel. What's worrying is that Mary is sitting next to Charles Blake.

"But I can't help feeling sorry for the poor pigs." Mary says.

"Do you eat bacon?" Mr Blake asks.

"Yes."

"Sausages?"

There's a layer of irritation underlining Mary's features. "Yes."

"Then you are a sentimentalist who cannot face the truth." Mr Blake remarks.

Mary rolls her eyes at him. "I'm not often called sentimental."

Emma huffs a quiet laugh and quickly takes a sip of her wine to hide her amusement. Her smile dims when she sees the unhappy look on Mr Napier's face. Seems to have realised that he has, yet again, brought a man to this house whom Mary infinitely prefers to him.

"Carson," Emma hears Robert call to the butler, who's assisting with clearing away the plates, "you don't mind if we go on calling Molesley Molesley, do you?"

"Of course not, m'lord." He clearly does, but he doesn't say a word.

"I'm catching the ladies' eye." Cora says after a short while. Everyone rises to give the ladies the chance to withdraw.

Rose and Emma share a look of alarm and the former quickly stands, protesting, "Oh, no!"

"Rose?" Cora questions in surprise.

"No. We're not splitting tonight. We're all going out together!" Rose then darts out of the room.

"What on earth is she talking about?" Edith wonders.

The dinner party are still on their feet, clueless while Emma waits amusedly.

Rose comes rushing back in as the music starts up. "Happy birthday, Cousin Robert!"

Robert laughs. "I say!"

——

The dinner party enter the Hall to find a band has been set up and the carpet has been rolled up. Rose is pulling Robert out into the Hall by his hand. Jack Ross is singing 'I'm just wild about Harry'. Robert is willing enough at first, but he stops dead when he sees it's a black singer. His family and guests come walking out after him, looking on uncertainly. Rose, however, has already found another dance partner.

"Who is this singer? And how did he get here? Isn't it rather odd?" Edith questions causing Emma to frown.

Robert snaps out of his stupor. "No, I think it's fun." He and Cora start to dance, too.

"Don't be disappointing, Edith." Emma warns. She moves on to dance with Billy as Isobel has snatched Tom away – they're absolutely enjoying themselves. More and more couples join the dance floor.

Emma and Billy soon begin discussing her and Tom's plans to move to America.

"Maybe I should follow what you and Tom are doing, making a new start elsewhere." Billy remarks.

"You don't think you will make a life here? That you have one?" Emma questions.

Billy gives her a pointed look. "Don't you?"

Emma shrugs, fair point. "Maybe. But I know Tom doesn't feel like he's one of them and I want him to be happy."

"That's what I always wanted for Sybil. That's gone now." Billy murmurs sadly.

Emma gives him a sympathetic look. "Perhaps not forever. You might find someone one day."

"Would there be another earl's daughter who'd be keen to take me on, do you think?" Tom remarks doubtfully.

"Well, I don't know. It would depend on her." Emma admits.

"No. She wouldn't." Billy corrects. "There aren't many as free as my Sybil."

"Well, I agree with that." Emma concedes. "Maybe Tom can introduce you to one of his cousins?"

"Not sure an Irish working girl will make everyone comfy." Billy remarks and Emma chuckles at that.

The song soon ends, and everyone claps.

——

Emma is dancing with Tom now. The band are playing a slower instrumental number now.

"Isobel said something interesting earlier." Tom remarks as they brush past Mr Napier and Violet dancing.

Emma looks up at her husband questioningly. "Oh?"

"How this, the band, shows how things can happen at Downton that no one imagined even a few years ago."

"She's got a point, I suppose." Emma ponders for a moment. "There's so much development here that was definitely not the case when I first came here."

"Yes. She says we should listen to that before giving up being here entirely." Tom adds.

"Do you think we should?" Emma questions as they move around Mary and Robert.

Tom lets out a quiet hum before replying, "Maybe, for now."

——

A/N: Please leave comments on how you're enjoying this story and what you think.

#downton abbey

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ravencincaide · 4 months

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Helloooo!! I stopped here because you've been an inspiration. Your works, your writing inspired me to write my own fanfictions (soukoku). They are both still in progress, but I really would love to know what do you think about them. If you are interested, I'll write the some informations about them down here (I admit I still didn't work on a proper plot for these, but I promise I will, I swear. . .). Feel free to ignore this, I just wanted to share because I would like to know your opinion, it would be very precious, and brighten my day!

For the first one;

It's a reincarnation au.

It begins in a rather tragic way, in which Dazai and Chuuya both die. They get reincarned as "ordinary boys" years later, and become childhood friends, going on the years staying closer as ever.

As the teen years kicks in, they start to develop this curiosity towards abandoned places, and dying with the urge to explore them, at 15 years old they both start to search and dig themselves into these explorations.

At 17 years old, they stumble in front of a place that nobody ever has been seen walking around. A lonely place, with nothing special in it. Dazai wanted to watch anyways, and Chuuya.. well, Chuuya was curious as well.

So they find themselves in front of a certain container, the one where Dazai's past self lived.

Inside, they find some things rather interesting, and Dazai becomes obsessed with the idea to find out more about his past self and Chuuya's past self, so sick that he makes the want to travel back in time into his past body his will to live.

Crazy, idk how did I come out with this idea, and I know it probably sounds illogical.

I will find a way to make it work, or maybe I'll just make Dazai slowly ascend into madness.

For the second one;

I actually have a plot for this one, but it's.. a poem, a poetry.

"The water flows,

Clear and pure.

But he does not know if it's secure.

It flows incessantly, without rest,

From the lips, nostrils, eyes, ears.

He observes, aware and silent,

While the water runs without wit.

Someone unaware, in front of him,

Does not know what they have just done.

Time passes.

An abstract concept, without pause or rift.

Impossible to grasp it, stop it, hold it,

Only to observe it, as the world moves.

A dry something slithers away,

A shadow on his cheek lay.

The mouth opens, dryness penetrates,

Every crevice dries up, mercilessly.

The face hidden by black locks,

Exclaims softly, in severe tones.

It doesn't want the one thing it loves,

To vanish like this, in a fleeting flame.

So many years spent creating it with care,

Just for everything fades away, immeasurably?

For a stupid reason, so banal,

The fabric that once was rigid, now is fragile.

Between the fingers, cold and loose it dissolves,

A ghost of a tender smile is visible.

The water no longer flows."

It took A LOT to write this, because poetry is not really what I'm good at AT ALL. I hope it at least is decent, tho.

This follows the beast au.

Chuuya followed a normal life, until his group of friends make a big mistake.

One member of the group has been treated unkindly by the others, so he lead the whole friends to an hell hole; a party organised exclusively for illegal organisations.

Oblivious of this, the whole group enters this party, and when they find out what it is about, It's way too late.

After meeting with the mafia boss itself, Chuuya swears to try and never get to meet him again, but his hopes crumbles when he finds out his dad has debts. Debts he didn't pay.

That makes Chuuya's selfless butt drag himself to Dazai, him himself asking the boss of the port mafia to close his eye and let his father go. It sounds dumb even just writing it.. but well, he realises this after he took the impulsive decision.

At the end, Dazai accepts to let his father go, on one condition. Chuuya has to work with him.

Chuuya's answers will truly bring a lot of consequences.

Erm... I really hope this long thing won't be a bother to you!! If you actually took your time to read it, I thank you and appreciate a lot the time you decided to place on my silly little ideas!

I would really appreciate your thoughts on this!

Can I be 🌇 anon?

Hey there 🌇 anon! First of all, what an honor it is to be someones inspiration to start writing; there is honestly no bigger compliment you can give another writer <3.

When it comes to your works, I have to say they sound bloody brilliant! But also like a tremendous amount of work! Honestly best, best of luck and I would really look forward to reading the first drafts/completed fics. About first one, I would love to know what genre you're setting for; angst, hurt comfort or something more teenage-foolish and then a sudden awkwardness at finding out your best friend is also your lover? Your double black through thick and thin? Or something else? *excited!* About the second one; poetry has always been a bit of a fascination of mine. Unfortunately I've never been gifted with the ability to write long things; to set the scene and twist and turn the reader like you are able to. Definitely this is something you should explore! Really, I would say you have a knack for it. I have to admit that in some lines I lost the rhythm so my advice would be to read it out loud a few times just to see where a synonym may be more suitable to use. The feel and the scene however is very captivating and would be amazing to intertwine with a fic; Have lines of the poem run through the fic from start to end. It would definitely be interesting to see what and how Chuuya would react (Sidenote:Makes me think of a song actually). However what I'd like to add is that there is nothing wrong with your prompt or "foolish reason behind Chuuya's actions" instead it's all about how you write it. Some make entire careers on well used prompts: enemies to lovers, soulmates etc. What is foolish to one; a life changing story for another. And familial love and sacrifices are not new and not different (just see Shakespears work for instance!). It's all about how you write and what you want to convey. Long story short your fics sound awesome and I hope you will get around to writing and publishing them!

Also if you need a beta, some writing ideas or feedback on outline/snippets etc I am starting up that on my second blog; RavenCincaide-words So feel free to hit me up there if you'd like me to give a deeper look at your stuff!

#ask answered #Raven Cincaide's ask #Raven Cincaide's beta #keep writing #skk for the win!

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wangji-xiong-enjoyer · 4 months

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~MDZS~

Mo Dao Zu Shi

Grandmaster Of Demonic Cultivation

Audio Drama🌬️

Reading/watching/listening thread 🧵

(I copied it off my twt post, sue me)

I was originally just going to keep it on twt but then I started actually going thro my notes and wow. That...was a lot. And twt is a pain when you talk too much. (And I can edit so much better here??? The alignment is still my enemy though)

So yeah.

But anyways this is extremely random and mainly for the purpose of recording my immediate feelings to refer back to incase I ever want to write fanfics or something of that nature. Thought I had to re-read instead but this beats it.

It is also after everyone has already done listening and raving about it but here I am, late to the party.

Mostly because audio media (other than songs) were never my thing because unless I pay actual attention to it deliberately, I WILL tune it out lmao. Never thought I'd do it.

It's so funny that it took me more than a year (maybe two?) To finally get down to the audio drama lmao

I saw some snippets of faraway wanderers, erha and thousand autumns on yt. So i think I really may grow to love audio dramas in general too (ALSO I DIDN'T KNOW 2HA HAD AD?!)

But anyways onwards, enough rambling.

The voice actors are amazing, I love all of them but LAN XICHEN'S LAUGHTER IS SO PLEASANT?

Jiang Cheng's common name sounds so pleasant that it's a pity they don't use it often enough.

Before I start,

This is not spoiler free obviously, incase someone does stumble on this (I highly doubt that but still.)

Any screenshots shared are from the amazing suibian subs!

Now I am going to go and organise my random mess of notes before posting them season and episode wise.

😌✌️

Anddd that's all copied from twt.

I swear, my notes are actually more organised and nicely framed than this.

I was also thinking of doing a novel comparison side by side by that'll be too much so maybe I'll do that later.

P.S ignore the tags, they don't have any wisdom, just my attempt to throw as many hooks I can to keep my posts organised ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

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#mdzs #the grandmaster of diabolism #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic arts #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #audio drama #mdzs audio drama #mo dao zu shi audio drama #my posts #listening thread #listening posts #Reading/watching/listening thread #Reading/watching/listening post

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goofyhoffy · 3 years

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known stranger |jjk|

CHAPTER II

people say your bestfriend's rival is your rival too. But what if you fall for your rival.

✿ Pairing : Jungkook × female reader, Jimin × best friend reader

✿ Genre : enemies to lovers, stranger au, personal assistant au, manager au, mutual au.

✿ Summary : always seen him around your mutual friend, but one day you noticed the known face. Everyone find you so interesting that they always want to be your best friend, yet you never find anyone close to your heart. Jimin your so called bestfriend gone through the worse break up but instead of caring him you fall for his rival. You never thought of liking someone who would beat your bestfriend, but you fall for Jungkook there. Unfortunately, Jungkook became your personal assistant who hated you the most for supporting Jimin. What if Jungkook also wants you back?

✿ warnings : fluff, strong languages, reader is a psychopath, angst, anxiety, anxiousness, double faced, bullying, overthinking, mean people, Jimin here is the meanest, ignoring, explicit, smut, fake friends, manager and personal assistant au, mutual friend, swearing, filled with flirty lines, rival, lovey dovey, break up, makeout, humiliation, oneshot, texting.

✿ Series : a drabble of 3 sets

MASTERLIST

✿ Author's note : sorry for the late update! But here it is. Lately I have been writing a bunch of Fanfiction. UPDATE: I'll be posting a Yoongi's oneshot soon, so stay tuned.

(◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。 (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。 (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。

"I think he's doing quite well. He become more reliable and accurate in his work. Now, I think you could direct him." You said to your boss. He was asking you if Jungkook was working efficiently or not. He also asked if you need his help anymore. But you already cleared that he's good to go now. You don't need his help.

"Are you sure? You don't want him as your personal assistant anymore." Your boss asked.

You nodded and said "absolutely your son has become more focused and mature now. He can start his own career now."

"Umm, some serious talk is going on?" Someone intreuppted in the middle and as expected it's Jeon Jungkook.

"Come here. Just talking about you, son." Your boss hugged him.

"Woah! About me?" He smirked at you. But you just rolled your eyes.

"_____(y/n) said that you don't need to work here anymore. Now, you can start up." Your boss proudly said. But hearing those words the smile from Jungkook's face vanished.

"No. Never. I still want to work here, dad." Jungkook sighed

"Boss, I think Mr. Jeon is now capable of doing something of his own. I also don't need personal assistant anymore." You smiled.

"But I want you." Jungkook shouted.

"I-i mean, I still want to learn things from you. You can't abandon me this easy." Jungkook arrogantly said.

"I didn't said anything even though you were ignoring me all these days. I stayed calm for you to process. But now, you're just withdrawing me." Jungkook sighed.

"Everything is good kook? You're so tensed because of this job?" Your boss asked him.

"Dad, I want to work here for more time. Please now let me do." Jungkook said.

"But I don't want any personal assistant anymore. Boss you can promote Jungkook to financial department." You asked.

"No, ___(y/n). Can't you hear me. I want to work with you dude." Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"Kook, it's okay. You'll work here with ____(y/n) as long as you want." Your boss said and left your work place.

As your boss left the bright atmosphere turns to dark gloomy venue. You can't process how badly Jungkook just begged to work with you. He just want you. Only you. You also want him more than he does. You both were silently sitting facing each other looking at eachother. It's a tensed situation but you feel like laughing at Jungkook's baby face.

"You're so annoying!" Jungkook sighed.

"Don't roll your eyes on me, for God sake." He said.

"Okay." You smiled.

"Dude, speak something. I can't with you. What's happened? Why are you doing this to me? Is something wrong? Tell me. Please." Jungkook innocently begged.

That time you want to tell everything you witnessed at his text with Seokjin and the worst words he told you about Jimin and your relation. His words 'I'll fuck a pig than you' was kept reminding. But the way he was asking with his baby face, you can't deny but you fall for him. You missed him in these days more than he does. His cute flirting, little caring and everything he does was so pure in your eyes.

"I'll fuck a pig than y/n. Ew" you sang smilingly. But internally you were burning at the words.

"What?" Jungkook asked.

"You don't want to fuck me right? You better fuck a pig then?" You sarcastically smiled.

"What are you talking about? Tell me clearly." Jungkook arrogantly said.

"Sorry but I checked your phone. And there I saw what you told Seokjin about me. And this lines you told him. Isn't I'm right?" Your smiling face turns to a serious frown now. You're dead serious about this. Even past these days, only this line stuck to your head and gives you enough anxiety that you can't focussed on anything.

"You did what? I-I'm sorry. So so sorry. It's not what you think it's." Jungkook stumbled.

"You don't need to explain Jungkook. I get it, your friends hate me because of supporting Jimin. And I also know what you think of me. Just don't be a double faced person." You sighed.

"No, it's not like that. You're really a great person ____. It's just they talk shit about you because of being Jimin's bestfriend." Jungkook said.

"And you also talk shit about me. Isn't it?" You asked

"I really like you. Really. And I mean it." Jungkook innocently said.

"You're unknowingly attractive. I don't know, but you're way too sassy and sweet. I always tried to hate you but I just can't. I like you." Jungkook sighed

"Jungkook this sugarcoating words are far from my knowledge." You said.

"I told you enough that I didn't mean it. I'm sorry for what I did. But you're way too annoying."

"And you know what, your annoyance is the only thing I like." Jungkook smirked.

"Whatever Jungkook. Don't be double faced." You said

"I'm definitely not, but listen. " Jungkook arrogantly said.

◉

It's been the end of the month to work with Jungkook. He was always been on and off with you. Before you were ignoring him and now he was ignoring you. Just the way. And you end up ignoring eachother. But the end of the month there were many work to be done in hotel.

Initially it was planned that for two days there will be an organisation presented at the hotel you work that. There were many work lods too. Jungkook as well as you were working real hard in your cold war phase. You geniunely want to apologize to him but this work never leave both of you alone. Even if you asked him to talk to you he just passed it for later.

"Being the management department ____(y/n) you have to do night shift here. We'll provide you efficient room so you can better organized it without any interpretation." Your boss said

"Sure boss. Will Jungkook also be there doing the night shift?" You asked.

"Yeah. As he's your assistant he have to. And also for two days you'll hault here at night too. I'll arrange two rooms for you and Jungkook." Your boss said.

You sighed at it. This whole month was so distrubing for you firstly because of Jungkook and then so much of work and other thing. You were also can't proceed in your book series so far. You want to take rest. You taught everything to Jungkook what he have to do in this two days. Basically the night hault always been fun for you as you get free stuff from the hotel and get a luxurious bed to drift to sleep. So, at last all your work goes great.

"My room is beside yours incase you need something." Jungkook said.

"I want to talk to you." You asked.

"I'm tired rightnow. Can we talk later." Jungkook left.

"You always say the same Jungkook." You looked at him.

"Guess who started." He winked at you and close his door.

He was more annoying than you. His little things only drives you crazy. That day you and Jungkook did a great job. Everyone praised you both. You were so happy. Jungkook was so happy and blessed because of you. But the thing was the hotel was full and there was not a single room left for Jungkook as extra guest appeared at the last minute.

Someone knocked at your room at the night when you were going for your bed. You opened and it was Jungkook, you know that he'll come to you at last. He entered in your room and sit at the couch.

"I don't have anywhere to sleep." Jungkook blantly said.

"I guess I already know. I thought you'd go to home." You said.

"That's nice idea. I should go then." Jungkook asked.

"No need to. We can share my room." You rolled your eyes.

"I need to sleep." Jungkook asked.

"There is the bed, sleep." You sarcastically said.

"And you?" Jungkook asked

"I guess, we have only one bed. We willl share."

"It's okay, I'll sleep in the couch or something."

"Jungkook no need to make this a big deal. We can share it."

"For you everything is small deal. Even someone's emotions."

"Don't start again. You can take the left side of the bed, right side is always mine."

"But I can't stop myself from touching you."

"We have big pillows too, Jungkook. I'll pile up those between us. If you can calm yourself than probably we can sleep."

"Okay, I'll try."

"You have to kook."

As you made your bed and pile up the pillows between two of you. And you take the right side of the bed but he was still sitting at the couch thinking deeply if he should sleep at the bed or not.

"Come here, I'll make sure that nothing between us happens." You shouted at him. As he sleeps beside you calmly you can feel him beside you. His cologne, his essence and everything. There pitch dark in the room with the dread silence between you two. You were sure that he was not asleep as he was not snoring. But you want to look at him and tell him how much you missed him, how much his annoying ego you hated and how much you want to see him closely and kiss him immensely.

"Umm... You want to talk to something, you said." Jungkook asked. You move to face to face with him. He was already turned to your side. You never have seen him this closely. His looks makes you want him more. His deep voice in silence wage turns you on. You delicately want to touch him and apologize for your mistake. You want to tell him how much your liking turn to loving now.

"Nothing, good night." You said.

"I'm not at your bed to sleep, ____(y/n)."

"Huh?"

"I told you I like you. You didn't say anything after that."

"I also do like you. You're a great assistant Jungkook."

"You're so annoying. You know I didn't mean that. It was a mistake."

You didn't replied anything, the whole dark silence again reappears. It's just you and Jungkook and the dark light. In the dark too you can see his crystal skin with the eyes on you. You both were looking at each other. You both want to eat eachother but both of you were waiting for each other to make a move. But none of you were moving. Just two open eyes and close heart.

"I know you want me." Jungkook sighed

"Yeah kook. I want you but I don't want you to give myself." You hummed. It's more like moan for Jungkook. Your sleepy voice was like music to his hears.

"You're sleepy?" He asked.

"No, not. We can continue seeing eachother like this. It's feel good." You said.

"Don't say such things. I would kiss you, ____" he sighed.

"Who's stopping you. Kiss me if you want." You smiled.

"Your words drive me crazy _____" Jungkook said as he put the pillows between you out. Now, it's only you and him in the big cozy bed. As soon as he put the pillows aside you turn over to the lamp side.

"Ahhh! And your actions just boil my blood. You said I can kiss you." Jungkook whined.

"You can but it's my work to not make it happen. You only said " you chuckled.

He started whining but you're giggling inside that how much he need you. He want your lips, your words and you. His everything was internally driving him crazy. He looks at your ass as you tried to fix your shirt. He move towards you more nearer leaving zero gap. You can feel his chest from back. His wide strong chest is hitting your back. He put his face at the crook of your neck. He was smiling your milk bathed hair.

"Kook, you're too close." You silencely said.

"Can I hug you? Only hug." He asked and you nodded a yes. He put you in a embrace, his big hands surrounds your whole small waist and he was busy kissing your back of neck. His everything is attractive. The way he was grabbing your waist and pulling you closer and closer untill your ass hits his crotch area. You hummed when he circled in your stomach. He was gently caressing your stomach with his bare hand. His cold hands feels so good to you. You want more of him.

"You smell so good." He said. You just hummed at his response.

Everything was done by him but to contribute your part you glided your ass in his crotch area. You deliberately moved your ass to know him that you also wanted him. It was a teasing for him. You slowly loving how in the dark room one was totally ingrossed in someone. His fingers get inside of your shirt and he teasingly caressing it untill it touched the verge of the breast. As he stroke at the hum of your breasts you moved your ass a little more in his crotch area.

"Don't move like that." He seductively said

"Huh." You hummed and keep on moving like that.

"Fuck. I'm hard _____." Jungkook moaned under his breath.

He gently slide his finger inside your gown. It's felt good but in the mid way you grabbed his hands.

"You said we'll not." You said.

"Please ___(y/n) fuck me." Jungkook pleased

"But -"

"Fuck me dude." He asked as he sit up in the bed looking seductively towards your body. You knew that he was eyeing each and every curve of your but you liked it, you wanted it.

The soft velvety night gown which you were was perfect to seduce him. You deliberately wore that. As out of his patience he pressed your hands and lift you up. His veiny hand was enough to pull you on his lap. You were sitting on his lap, he carefully looked at your long beautiful hair bangs falling on your face then he softy looked in your eyes. Your eyes met. The silence was vanished in the room. It was covered with some heavy breathing hums you and Jungkook did. His pale red lips were bit by him. It was like he was screaming to kiss him. But you were a big tease. You also get melted with his little smirk. He came closer to you, your cheeks got ridden to feel him.

"Jungkook-" you hummed.

"Now move like that. Made me yours" Jungkook whispered while his hand grinding on your ass and the other one caressing your lips. His mouth working great on your ear. He softy biting your ear lobes which make you whined. You want him more than anything that time. Jungkook was a big tease than you and you accepted that. His actions makes your thighs squeezed which makes your ass grind at his crotch area more and more. You were moaning without caring anything.

"Yeah..just like that, I'll fuck you like the last person existed in this damn planet." Jungkook sighed while planting a deep kiss in your lips. You felt him, his lips, his hands on your ass, his body across you and his dirty words. He deepens the kiss pulling you closer by your waist more. He want to immersed inside you. You can't handle his rage but kiss back the way he did. Messy, sloppy and filled with lust.

"I want you, kook. Make me your little whore." You hummed at his words. At your words he hover over you. Patiencelessly undressed your soft night gown. He was not surprised to see you without a bra. He already knew it when he hugged you earlier. Beautiful view before him. You were like the most sweetest desert before him. He can't wait to tear your panties up. Without any second his mouth was on your nipples. He was sucking the left boob while pumping the right boobs. The soft skin of yours feel so good to him. Kisses all over your torso which turns to red marks with no times. You were just lying there and geeting all the pleasure and moaning. His kisses goes down to the hem of your panties. He bit his lips and looked at your shy face.

"Is I'm allowed to your cute little pussy, Manager_______" Jungkook smirkingly said.

"What did I say? I'm your whore, Mr. Jungkook." You sighed.

"Then ready to take my fat big cock inside you, babe." Jungkook hummed. He tore your panties and licked the liquid out of your cunt. It's taste sweet he feels. He was doing a great job with his tounge. Every lick made you roll your eyes. You never thought he feels this good. You didn't regretted to take a step ahead to fuck him or more generously he fucked you beautifully.

"Jungkook fuck me, FUCK ME, now." You shouted seductively.

"Call me Daddy first you whore. You don't need to beg, Daddy will fuck you hard." Jungkook smirked. He slowly unzipped his pants and his huge fat cock sprung up to his waist. He looked at you but you were already looking at his delicious mate. You can't wait to let him inside.

"Da-ah-ddy" you moaned as he put his dick inside you. His big dick took zero time to place inside you. He thrusted inside you slowly and calmly. His each clap to your hip joint made you remind the stars. Your wet pussy wants more of him. His hips were doing a great job. Your waist was being pulled by him for steady and deep going. Your thighs were already trembling to sense his hands and his thrust. You promised of being his whore and you proudly become that.

"Fuck! Want you more." Jungkook moaned at your ears which make you tremble more and more. We was not stopping neither were you. You both wanted everything about each other. As he thrusted your g-spot you felt relieved and tranquil. He gasped and lay back at his place. You were lying next to him. For few minutes, the dark room was nothing but full of panting and moaning.

"You're amazing,_____" Jungkook said.

"Jungkook, sorry for the things I did to you." You nervously said.

"_____(y/n) forget all the things. Thanks, I never ever fucked anyone like this." Jungkook smirked.

"I already confessed to you. But I'm again gonna repeat. I like you." Jungkook looked at your eyes.

"Let me confessed to you too. I also liked you from very first. Maybe from the time you even didn't knew I existed." You confessed your feelings but you didn't regretted it.

"I knew it. The way you looked at me, I knew you like me too." Jungkook sighed as he turn towards you. He gently took your hands and put it on his chest. You smiled at him like he was the angel and not the person you just fucked.

"Should we date?" Jungkook asked with a big smile on his face.

"What if I say no?" You smiled back at him.

His precious little smile falls apart. He yet haven't seen the inside of you. You want him to apologize about everything he does to you.

(◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。 (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。 (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。

TAGS : @mellie1409 @pariyansha @alienatedkitten @chans-baby-girl @mwitsmejk @hello-stranger24 (sry the tags are not working)

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itscutebookworm · 2 years

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My little fun present for my beloved gingerrose fam that made my year.

Thank you for your creativity, dear friends! Happy holidays! Best wishes, lots of smiles, and a lot of love to all! ❤🎄🎉

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Top Fucking Secret, or The Worst Spy In The Galaxy Who Loved Me

Some months after the battle of Exegol. Former General was saved from the Steadfast, and now he lives on Ajan Kloss; the ex-spy and the rebels work together to finally bring peace to the Galaxy. It's the eve of That Ancient Winter Holiday, and rebel base is preparing for the party. Two best tinkerers, who somehow fell for each other some time ago, are in charge of organising an illumination.

Rose, decorating The Party Tree in the conference hall, thoughtfully: Why the kriff everyone in the base thinks we are dating? I mean we are, indeed, but I thought nobody will know until we say. We are hiding perfectly, aren't we?

Hux, helping her to hang lights: I dunno why. But this is definitely not my fault. I'm perfect at hiding and keeping secrets. *smugly and meaningfully:* I was a spy after all, do you remember?

Rose, rolling her eyes: I do, Mr. I Am The Spy Blast Me. But it seems we should get better at hiding, agree?

Hux: Absolutely. *pretentiously:* Don't worry, our little secret will die with me.

Rose: Not very funny figure of speech, but never mind.

*one hour later*

Poe, entering the hall: So, guys, how are things going?

Rose: Sorry, we'll be needing a little more time. There are too many lights...

Poe, winking: Okay. Let me know when you two lovebirds are done with this.

Rose, playing righteous anger: For the hundredth time, Poe, I'm not dating Hux, we are just a spy and a handler, as in the past! Besides, I still hate this arrogant asshole, got it?

Hux: Exactly. And I hate this feral womp rat too. I still have that ugly scar on my finger thanks to her kriffing fangs.

*they look at each other with 146% dramatic disgust*

Poe: Okay, okay, guys, I got it. *devilishly:* Just don't fuck under The Party Tree, that's all I ask.

Rose: Wha-

Hux, haughtily: For your information, Dameron, we never ever fucked under the trees like some uncivilised savages. We have our rooms for that.

Rose, facepalming, sarcastically: Very nice, Mr. Spy. Now I know why you led Poe and Finn across the Steadfast in front of everyone and got that blaster shot. That's because you're definitely perfect at hiding.

Hux: *gets all red like a tomato from Nabu*

Poe: Bravissimo, Hugs, it seems you'll get a new scar tonight, not on your finger this time. *goes away laughing like a hyena*

Rose, grumbling: It seems you really deserve it.

Hux, guiltily: How can I make it up to you, kitten?

Rose, playing hard to get: Not a clue. *after a long pause, smirking:* How do you like Poe's idea?

Hux, suspiciously: You mean a new scar?

Rose: No, I mean fuck under the Party Tree. As we have nothing left to hide now. *turns the light switch off and pounces*

Hux: Wha-

*all lights go off*

Hux's nervous voice in the dark: What the kriff are you doing? What madness is this? Absolute inappropria-

Rose's strangled voice: Just shut up and take me, General!

Hux's voice, now a little strangled too: This time I'll kill Dameron I swear. His crazy ideas are dangerous for human mental health...

*kissing sounds*

Or maybe I...

*kissing sounds again, louder and more passionately*

Or...

*kissing sounds reach a peak*

On second thought, screw him.

Rose's voice, playfully: It's not that crazy, eh?

Hux, breathing very heavily but trying to speak calm and ironically: It is definitely utterly completely crazy. But as you said, apparently we have nothing left to hide now.

*Rose's chuckle, then kisses again, dirty moans, taking off clothes sounds*

Poe behind the door, scoffingly: Oh thank the Force. At last they'll stop their ridiculous spy games. After all this time, it's not even funny. Even kriffing galactic press asks me when we are going to announce their wedding, and these two stubborn banthas are still playing We Just Work Together.

#christmas humour #star wars #post tros #tros fix it #gingerrose #gingerose #gingerflower #armitage hux #general hux #rose tico #poe dameron #hux x rose #and they lived happily ever after #ficlet #humour #just for fun

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pvmpkinn · 3 years

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HYPMIC SCHOOL AU HC

notes: I should have been studying chemistry since tomorrow I have a test but... yeah, no. instead, I tried to think about a li'l headcanon of how the cast(?) would behave at school and their favourite subject/s

ICHIRO

teachers love him, students too. he's the helper of the class: lost something? you'll find him under every desk just to search for your item. need help with a certain subject? he'll be more than happy to explain it to you. just ask and big bro will be at your service! His favourite subject may probably be literature, since he likes light novels, or english.

JIRO

poor little dummy, he doesn't understand anything and just sleeps with eyes open during class. will ask you to copy your homework (if you remind him there actually was work to do) and maybe during tests too. later, he will be scolded by Ichiro for that. His favourite subject is PE. this guy can do how many Cooper tests you want, and I personally envy him.

SABURO

100/100 score in every test and doesn't let you copy at all, instead you'll get teased for your ignorance. kinda the teachers' pet,,, kinda: they love him since he's smart but hate him 'cause he's a brat. His favourite subject is IT, and i bet he would judge everyone who doesn't click on the "safely remove" command to remove their USB drives (yes, I'm talking about you. you've been exposed >:) )

SAMATOKI

puts shoes on the desks and argues a lot with teachers. fuck with him and hands will be thrown, but if you two can bond together you can become cig buddies. he's quite good at school, but doesn't study too much, and during classes doesn't take many notes. I think he likes home ec. while cooking is more relaxed and sometimes also hums random songs, but don't let him know you heard that, believe me.

JYUTO

he's smart and good at almost every subject, nice too but would "help" you during tests telling you fake info, so he'll be the one who gets the higher mark. every time an hour passes it's smoke time for him, so don't be surprised if you find him whenever you step outside the school. His favourite subject is english, even if he uses it just to swear.

RIO

silent during all classes. doesn't take notes but remembers most of the lesson anyway. yup, he's the one who would give you his sandwich if you ask him, or catch you a living creature (I'm begging you, just ask for his sandwich). His favourite subject might be biology, he loves to know about all different species and how to cook them.

RAMUDA

i expect him to be the kind of person nice to everyone but actually dislikes three quarters of his class. he's disrespectful to the teachers and adores to make them suffer, but he's loved by all his female classmates. he always brings candies and share them, just because he likes to call himself and be called "a little angel", "cute" and similar appellatives. likes art. he doesn't particularly enjoy learning new techniques and he isn't interested in artistic movements, but he doodles a lot, and he's really good at it.

GENTARO

spends most of the lessons writing on his notebook, but can listen to the teachers at the same time. he's good at theorical subjects, but sucks in art and pe. his classmates, when they ask for his notes about the lesson, never know if they are false or true Information. the only sure thing is that, as a consequence, they'll make some embarrassing and absurd statements during oral tests. He enjoys literature, especially fairy tales, poetry and mythology.

DICE

"do you have food?" "do you have money to buy lunch? I'll repay you I promise" "do you have a pen?" ...that kind of student. doesn't even know why he's still attending classes, teachers gave up on him years ago. he also often organises little illegal card games, and they don't end up well. he'll eventually gamble all he has in his pockets (approximately 500 yen) and his backpack. probably failing most of the subjects, but! he's good at PE. spoiler: this won't save him from repeating the year. his favourite subject is break time?? really, i don't think he genuinely likes any other school activity.

JAKURAI

he's the ideal student: pays attention, take notes, doesn't talk during classes and shows respect. sometimes envied by his classmates, but he's too nice to seriously hate him for his excellent conduct and grades. if you have problems of any kind, he'll be glad to help you, listening to them and giving you advices. He probably likes philosophy or psychology, he loves to study people, their behaviours and their different thoughts.

HIFUMI

depending on the day he can be annoying and playful or a flirt machine, there's no in between. can't take seriously teachers when they raise their voice to have everyone's attention, and interrupts a lot (every time he wants to say something). His grades are impressive, but there are some subjects he doesn't like or understand like physics, that he's failing. Doppo sometimes tries to help him with that. he loves home ec, and cooks the best plates. prefers cooking over baking, but he's good at both.

DOPPO

If you don't know where to find him, look near the vending machines, or in the cafeteria. see the one with two espressos per hand? it's him. please, he just wants to go home and nap. he can't pay attention to classes, too tired for them, and always gets overwhelmed at some point of the week because of too much to study (feel ya buddy). He quite likes biology tho, he's interested in plants and nature in general.

KUKO

teachers can't stand him anymore. they're basically begging him to shut the fuck up. but Kuko doesn't give a shit, no, he's still the loud chaotic disrespectful and foul mouthed student who ruins their life as a full time job. your local dumb and noisy friend! stick up with him to win a free pass to every teacher's blacklist, but you will have fun. His favourite subject is religion, and will always tell his false made up proverbs during the lesson, that he says to be "100% made in Buddha".

JYUSHI

we know his school experiences with his mates so yeah... we're skipping that part. he sometimes skips school because he doesn't feel like to go, and feels guilty for not telling his parents. during these days he'll just go to his favourite place (maybe a big garden surrounded by trees and flowers) with Amanda to spend some time by himself. However, his favourite subject would be music or drama, since he can express himself how much he wants during that classes.

HITOYA

always haves a cup of coffee before starting school. takes a lot of messy notes when the teachers are speaking, and sometimes also make questions to know more about the topic he's studying. he's the certified bullies kicker: whenever he assists at some bullying acts he will intervene and defend the victim, we're all grateful for that. he's smart and quite good at sports, but also competitive and secretly super envious when someone gets a better grade than him. He likes history, and also geography.

SASARA

the school clown, that student feared by teachers who is SO DAMN LOUD ALL THE TIME. prepare for terrible puns in the middle of the lesson, that actually make a boring lesson more enjoyable. pretty smart tho, and knows when to stop playing around and act serious. pretty useless during tests because his whisperings are just soft shouts. His favourite subject is history, since he finds funny the dumb shit people did centuries ago.

ROSHO

the quiet guy, who is alone most of the time, except of when Sasara nags him. actually, he would love to have some more friends so @classmates don't judge by appearance and try to do a small talk with him, he'll appreciate that. his favourite subjects are math and/or physics, the only one out of the entire class who understands the exercises, but you'll be too afraid of his intimidating expression to ask to explain that to you, or to let you copy.

REI

aaand yes, he's the one who sold you flour in the back of the school, making you believe this was actual coke. is good at school, but always cheats. teachers have never found out that he copies, because he has smart and extra ways to do it, like writing notes on his legs or wrists or even on the backside of the bottle's label. His favourite subject is economics (lol), he just knows what he wants to do with his life.

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slytherinbae88 · 3 years

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slipping through my fingers || T.H

summery: your life is shit, but with Tom it's so much better.

exclaimer: y/s/n = your sisters name., y/n/n = your nick name

on the call = Tom: italics you: bold

should i make a part 2?

w/c: 765

warnings: swearing, slight angst, fluff.

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it wasn't easy living in your household with your crazy mum and your stupid sister. I mean, your sister y/s/n, was annoying and would not leave you alone and your mum would always be nagging at you to do something around the house when she was just sat on her ass all day.

So, you did the only thing that could keep you sane: organise lunch with your best friend Tom.

Tom and his brothers, had been with you since you can remember. They wold always go out of their way to make sure you were ok.

Later that day you called up Tom to make sure he was free for when you were free so you could meet up for a cup of coffee.

ring, ring, ri-

hello y/n

hi Tommy

what's up?

nothing just my sister and mum being a pair idiots

well you can always come around here I'm sure the boys wouldn't mind

well, i actually called to ask if you would like to grab lunch this week?

uh, hold on let me check when I'm free.

Tom went off and asked his brothers if you could stay and if one of them could check his schedule.

Paddy hurried up to Toms' office to grab his planner. He went into the drawer to the left of his desk, third drawer down- that's where it usually is. Paddy thinks, now he has to look all around the office for it.

He went to the other side of the desk, maybe Tom put it in the wrong side by mistake and forgot to take it out later. He quickly hurried over to the other side of the desk and- it was locked? But Tom never kept anything form his brothers why would his drawer be locked. Paddy continued looking around the other places in the room.

Meanwhile, Tom was still on the phone with you:

well, paddy hasn't come back with my planner yet so i wouldn't know, sorry

It's okay, Tom, maybe another time then?

yeah, again I'm sorry I'll text you later if i am free

alright talk to you later then

okay, bye mate

And with that the call was ended you decided it was time to go to bed so you went upstairs into your room and put on New Girl on Netflix and went to sleep.

Meanwhile in the Holland Household...

''Paddyyyy, come here!!'' Tom shouted at the top of his lungs

''yes, Tom?'' Paddy came hurrying down the stairs ''why are your drawers locked in your office i couldn't find the planner''

''well- uh- that's none of your business'' Tom stuttered out which made Paddy suspicious.

''I know you're hiding something'' Paddy defended but Tom stood there like a lost puppy and didn't know what to say, he was in fact hiding something.

Tom had like you for a while now and he just didn't know how to tell you. In that drawer was full of all of the valentines cards he had bought planning on telling you he liked you, but lost hope and just shoved them in that drawer, and he was going to tell you tis valentines but you got busy with work and he decided he wouldn't burden you with all these new feelings he had developed.

''well- uh still it's none of your business. I can't even remember why i wanted you her now- uhh... you know what don't worry'' he said clearly embarrassed about his brother nearly finding out about his hidden feelings for you.

Later that night, Tom couldn't sleep so he texted you about the lunch you wanted to arrange.

Tommy💕😎: hey, y/n/n, I'm free any day I'll just cancel my plans lol xxx

y/n/n😘👌: it's so late why are you texting me at 3:14 lol xxx

Tommy💕😎: I'm sorry I'll text you later xxx

y/n/n😘👌: it's fine i can do tomorrow, or today xxx

Tommy💕😎: ok, well we can meet up at the coffee shop down town if you like? xxx

y/n/n😘👌: ok, 10 o' clock Yh? xxxx

Tommy💕😎: Yh, talk to you tomorrow ly xxxx

love you, he never said he loves you, maybe you should say it back, but would he find out you like him, ahhh mixed signalsss, just say it back.

y/n/n😘👌: ly too bye xxxx

fuck, shit, crap, fuck, does he hate you now oh shit he's typing...

Tommy💕😎: 💖💖💖

okay well try to get some sleep and then prepare yourself for tomorrow that's all you had to do...

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #paddy holland #smut #fluff #tom holland fluff #peter parker smut #tom holland x you #peter parker x you #peter parker #peter parker fluff #tom holland smut

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