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marensdaydream · 3 months

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Taylor and Harry bike to and from dinner blurb <3

Taylor and Harry had spent the whole day crept up inside together which wasn’t out of the ordinary considering they were both homebodies. But, when Harry looked in the fridge and found nothing that they could make into a filling meal he suggested to Taylor, “why don’t we go out to eat tonight?”

Taylor thought for a sec and did that cute little pursed lip that Harry loves so much and said “Yeah why not? we haven’t been out to eat in a while, but only if i can pick the restaurant”.

Taylor wasn’t about to be forced to indulge in those chips & pea dinners harry loves so much. She still gets the chills from it.

Harry smiles, “Whatever you want darling” he kissed her cheek. “Go get dressed we’ll leave in a few”.

Once both of them were dressed, and the restaurant was decided, they went outside. Harry breathed in the fresh air and said “this weather is perfect for biking. don’tcha think?”

Taylor pulled up the weather app, “it’s 40°F Harry. Please don’t tell me you want to bike to the restaurant.”

Harry turns to her, “It’s only a few blocks and no one would be on the road”.

He took her gloved hand and said in his deep british accent, “please baby?”

Harry knew that pet name was her weakness because he then heard her fake whine, “fineeee”.

He smiles and kisses her lips and they then begin to walk to find the nearest bikes.

After finding the bikes and getting situated, they began biking to the restaurant. It only took about 5 mins which Taylor was thankful for.

As they walked to the entrance, Harry opens the door for her like the gentleman he is and they wait to get a table. Which wasn’t long considering it was quite late.

They slide in their booth, met their waiter and order their food right away since they’ve been here many times before.

As the both of them starts to take off their coats and hats, Taylor goes “It’s so crazy how fast your hair has grown. I feel like you just cut it!”

Harry scratches his head with a toothy smile, “It really has hasn’t it?”

Taylor nods, “You look really good by the way”.

“Yeah?” Harry says with a smirk.

Taylor shyly smiles, dimple poking out and he grabs her legs from under the table and placed them on his lap “Thank you T” he says.

She loves how affectionate Harry is, always having to touch her at all times. She knows how he values their relationship and doesn’t like to bring attention to them, as does she. But she thinks it’s nice that he feels comfortable doing acts like this in public.

As time passes, their food finally arrives. They thank the waiter and they began to eat. They talk about little things as they eat and share food with each other like they always do until they are both full. Harry then pays for their meal and leaves a large tip.

As they exit the building, Harry pulls out his phone to began paying for the bikes they will ride home.

Taylor then had a sudden realization. “Are we really about to bike home after eating all that food?

Harry smiles and says “Why yes we are”.

Taylor jokingly rolls her eyes which earns a “Heyyyyyyyy” from Harry.

As they get on the bikes, Harry makes sure she’s situated and then they begin to bike home.

Harry, like the child he is, suggests that they race home and begins biking faster.

“Harry, my feet can barely touch the pedals wait for me!!” Taylor says.

Harry looks back at her and sees that she almost swerved into a car. “baby, you okay?” Harry says with concern.

“Yeah I’m okay. Was tryna keep up with you”.

Harry decides racing might not be the best idea. “Ok, we’ll just bike normally. Can’t have you fallin on me”.

They then bike the whole way home, Harry leading the way since he’s more familiar with the roads.

Once they arrive home, Harry then asks Taylor, “Biking to and from the restaurant wasn’t that bad, right?”

Taylor smiles, “Yeah it was actually kind of nice. Besides the almost falling part”.

Harry pouts as he remembers she was almost hurt, but smiles and his dimple pokes out as he remembers she said biking was nice. He loves putting his loved ones onto his biking life.

He then puts his arm over her shoulder and squeezes her close to him, “Perfect! Then we can bike everywhere together!”

Taylor’s eyebrow raises, “Umm I don’t know about that Harry” she says.

But Harry’s so deep into thought about where he wants to bike with her next that he didn’t even hear her.

This is my first time writing something! Hope you like it. <33

#tayrry #Taylor Russell and Harry Styles #harry styles #taylor russell #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb

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fawndlyvenus · 9 months

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heyyyyyyyy

so. im feeling emotional over the kpts brother relationships so. headcanons about porsche and chay postcanon? how do you think their relationship is changed by everything that happened? in the pool scene, chay doesn't put up a fight, but he says "i miss you" (present tense) and that's about all we see of them "reconciling." how do you think they deal with their damaged relationship?

Oh boy! Do I have feelings! Ok, so, I don’t think nor vibe with Chay ever “hating” his brother because of many reasons. But I do feel he feels betrayed and hurt for many reasons.

1) Porsche and him are/were close. It was them against the world and they were each other’s best friends and worlds. And after what goes down, I feel Chay feels his “world” is already crumbling (Kim, the kidnapping, his Mae, etc) so he wants to cling onto his last pieces (Porsche), but he doesn’t even know him anymore, so I feel he does what most people believe, and shuts down and closes up.

2) Which leads to Porsche missing many things with Chay and Chay feeling isolated as ever and alone. Now, he will lash out. I have no doubt a breaking point will be reached, and Porsche will probably drop, “What’s going on with you!? This isn’t like you!” And oh boy, the venom that Chay will spit, but not trying to hurt his hia, but because he’s hurting. He’s hurting, alone, confused, and feeling like everything is changing way too fast.

3) So I feel that’ll be a wake up call for them both. And that’s what’ll change for them. They won’t be just them anymore. It’ll be so many more people, and it’ll be a lot of hurt, healing, and finding balance. Chay will most likely be hurting for a long while and will have repercussions from that, and the forgiveness won’t be swift and sudden. It’ll take time. And Porsche is also hurting and all the things, so similar, yet different pains and experiences here.

But I just, I feel so many forget that fights, misunderstandings, and hurt don’t always mean toxic or the end of things. So their relationship after everything is gonna be jagged, painful, and different, but I believe these two will figure it out. Just because things aren’t exactly as before doesn’t mean they still wouldn’t sacrifice everything for each other and love each other more than life itself. They just have more to love and sacrifice for.

So bottom line? It’ll be messy and painful, and Chay is gonna deal with a lot, and he’ll feel forgotten, betrayed, and like his trust has been broken. But they’ll reach a breaking point, and than after that? Not sure. Maybe Chay moves back home because the main house isn’t a place he can live. Maybe he takes up bodyguard training to distract and make himself feel stronger and more connected to his family. Maybe he moves into his own place like Kim. But once he breaks enough, Porsche will see it, and he will come running. He always does.

#Venus Speaks #kinnporsche the series #porchay pichaya kittisawat #porsche kittisawat #oh no I had feelings again #oops

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rahleeyah · 1 year

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heyyyyyyyy d.c. anon here. Just wanted to say that I appreciate you sm. Like seriously. You take the time to listen and answer not only me but so many others with a rationality that is often needed. With that being said…

I wanted to give myself a couple days before asking anything bc I honestly didn’t know how I felt. I know I needed to give myself time to calm down from how I felt in the moment. I was absolutely heartbroken and gutted with what we got vs what was promo’d.

I feel like I went through the stages of grief lol. Eventually landing on acceptance that maybe that scene was possibly an ending and not a beginning? I can’t shake that feeling. I hope that I’m wrong. Genuinely. What do you think? Any reality where that might be where we’re headed?

But I can’t help but feel that having her say that she wasn’t ready three times and ending the scene with them apart feels like a sign? It would give both shows an out to move on? ::le sigh:: Idkkkkkkkkk lol.

Small disclaimer: I am still in my feels a little and I know that. So my negative thoughts are being fully acknowledged here. as well, I know everything that m has said and everything coming from the sr’s before the season started leans to the positive.

But I just can’t help but feel betrayed and strung along. To have invested decades to just be bamboozled feels… I can’t think of a word atm. I used to watch this show with my grandma on sick days when I was 12. I now have a toddler running around.

another disclaimer: there were positive things in the scene and I am also acknowledging that. I could go in forever but will spare you hahaha. The whole situation just makes me feel blah.

I understand why you feel like this and I appreciate you coming here and being honest (and self-aware!). it's been a few days since you sent this and I hope you're feeling better now. I don't share that particular feeling; I don't think they're ever gonna actually walk away from eo. whether we actually get to see them canon before the final episode of svu I also can't say, but they're not gonna close the door while the possibility is raking in the viewers. whatever it is, however long they intend to string us along, I don't think this was an actual ending. that would be a shitty business move lmao

it feels like tptb decided to step in an stretch it all out a little, but what we saw of the dialogue that was edited out doesn't really put eo in a better spot than where the episode left them. it looks like it was never the intent for this moment to be a real coming together, and we are where we would have been even if we'd gotten the material from the promos; eo were physically close and Elliot is sure but liv's not ready. the hug would've smoothed things out a little, would have been a more hopeful note to end on, but it doesn't really change that liv's not ready.

which makes sense. it hasn't been that long, really, since Elliot came back, and his wife is dead, and for so much of that time eo haven't been communicating at all, and yes the show has been going on for 24 years but it wasn't until Kathy died that eo was ever even possible, and even then it wasn't possible while Elliot was processing, and then undercover. they haven't really been flirting around the edges of this for 24 years; they spent 12 years telling themselves it was never gonna happen and ten years thinking they were never gonna see each other again and for the last two years there's only been a few months when el's head was clear and they seemed possible. this is, despite out impatience, still incredibly new for them.

so have hope, is what I'm saying. maybe not hope that we'll see them kiss before we all retire, but hope that this is not the end.

#anonymous #e.o asks #s.vu #dc anon

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ao3feed-tywin · 2 years

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In Their Nature

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/V4vEK1o

by WinterRose527

*Looks at you sheepishly from behind other WIPs* Heyyyyyyyy, so here's the thing...

A number of people recently have asked me about more Joncella fics, and I've also been down a bit of a canon divergent kick with my current Robbcella one, so here we are. You'll hear more about the exact political landscape through the story, but below is the crux: -Rhaegar married Lyanna but it was a polygamy situation, not an annulment, so Aegon is still the heir -Both Lyanna and Elia are dead, but I like to think they are happy that they no longer have to put up with Rhaegar's bullshit -Rhaegar won the war and the Baratheon's were totally wiped out, however in spite of them siding with the Baratheon's, because of the connection to Lyanna and because of who they are, the Starks were not -Cersei was married to Baelor Hightower and had Joffrey, Myrcella and Tormund -Cersei and Baelor are both dead and Myrcella was raised by Tywin and a bit by Jaime

I repeat that this is mostly anti-Targ. Also if you are new to my writing, I always focus more on the story than I do on the facts, so please don't detail check me or tell me things aren't realistic. I know, but I'm here to have fun so please be kind.

Words: 2720, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jon Snow, Myrcella Baratheon, Rhaegar Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen (Son of Elia), Tywin Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Arthur Dayne, Other Character Tags to Be Added

Relationships: Myrcella Baratheon/Jon Snow, Jon Snow & Aegon Targaryen (Son of Elia) & Rhaenys Targaryen (Daughter of Elia), Jon Snow & Rhaegar Targaryen, Arthur Dayne & Jon Snow, Myrcella Baratheon & Jaime Lannister, Myrcella Baratheon & Tywin Lannister, Minor or Background Relationship(s), like very very very minor - Relationship, Mostly just mentioned - Relationship, In Passing - Relationship, Robb Stark/Rhaenys Targaryen (Daughter of Elia), Sansa Stark/Willas Tyrell, Daenerys Targaryen/Viserys Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen (Son of Elia)/Daenerys Targaryen, Lyanna Stark/Rhaegar Targaryen, Elia Martell/Rhaegar Targaryen, those are both past though

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Rhaegar Targaryen Lives, Rhaegar Targaryen Bashing, the Targaryens won, but this is not a pro targ fic, and most of them will be depicted as assholes, so please do not read this and then get upset with the way I depict them because I'm warning you, Jon Snow is a Targaryen, officially known as jaehaerys, but he goes by Jon, Fluff, Politics, court conspiring, Mutual Pining, Jon snow is so hot, myrcella is so sweet, Crack Relationships, this will mostly focus on them and their sweet relationship, with politics going on around them, so really only be here if you like a little drama, and fluff, and then obviously prob some smut, but like please don't expect this to be loyal to canon or super specific, because that's just not me, rhaegar married lyanna but didn't annul his marriage to elia

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/V4vEK1o

#ao3feed #fanfic #ao3feed tywin #ao3feed tywin lannister

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thornyboi · 5 months

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I did another one

Kyuusaki wakes up under his tree as usual, his stolen goods inside the black messenger bag next to him. He stands up, gets his stuff and goes to Mondstat. He’s a well know criminal at this point, though he takes any posters of him for himself. He walks up to a restaurant and quickly takes the food. He runs as fast as he can. He bumps into a certain tone-deaf bard. Kyuusaki looks between Venti and the cavalry captain, Kaeya, who’s currently chasing him. He picks up Venti and begins running towards the church.

“Huh?”

“You’re coming with me, tone-deaf bard”

Venti chuckles and decides to go with it. He has nothing better to do after all. Kyuusaki quickly opens the doors of the church and runs inside. He hides himself and Venti inside a music closet under some tarp. Kyuusaki puts his hand over his mouth and the other over Venti’s. The guards look inside but don’t see them since they’re underneath the tarp. Once Kyuusaki is sure they’re gone he takes his hand off Venti’s mouth. Kyuusaki bursts out in laughter.

“Thank Barbatos you didn’t yell for help! I mean, I wouldn’t have done anything bad to you, Venti, but still”

Venti smiles. Barbra hears the laughter coming from the closet and opens it.

“Kyuusaki? I thought I told you to stay out of the church! I don’t mind helping the Knights of Favonius with finding the most wanted criminal in Mondstat…”

“Barbra, both you and I know I would just go to Liyue or Inazuma”

“I suppose that’s true…well, at least help clean up this mess. And it seems that you have a friend with you, they can help too”

Venti sighs. Kyuusaki helps picks him up and brings him out of the closet, placing him onto the floor. Barbra tells them what to do before leaving. After they finish cleaning Kyuusaki wraps his arm around Venti tiredly.

“Wanna grab a drink?”

It’s like he had said the magic words.

“Sounds fun!”

Venti and Kyuusaki walk into Angel’s Share. Diluc was working behind the counter today.

“Heyyyyyyyy, Diluc!”

“Good evening, Kyuusaki and…Venti.” He sighs. “I hope you can both pay for your drinks?”

“I’m paying, Diluc”

“Hmm…okay”

Kyuusaki sits at the counter and stretches.

“Damn Knights…” Diluc turns to him.

“What did you do this time?”

“Heheh, nothing, Diluc” Diluc sighs. Kyuusaki turns to Venti. “Come on Venti! I’ll pay for whatever you want! I am a millionaire after all!”

“Really?!” Venti looks at him surprised.

“Not through the right means” Diluc interjects.

“I-“

“You can’t deny that, Kyuusaki”

“…I suppose that’s true” Kyuusaki sighs. He wraps his arm around Venti. “I’ll pay for you, though. Okay, Diluc. I would like two bottles of Dandelion Wine please!”

“Are you sure, Kyuu?” Kyuusaki scoffs.

“Diluc, you’re on thin ice still. You’re not allowed to call me that”

“And why is that again?”

“You ratted me out!”

“Kyuusaki, I was trying to help you. We both know that you were going to get caught that time! I mean, trying to steal an archon’s-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence” Kyuusaki’s voice is cold, serious.

“…Kyuusaki” Diluc sighs.

“Now, please hand me a bottle of Dandelion wine” Diluc hands him one. He immediately downs the bottle. “Another one!” Venti looks at him, surprised. Could a human actually drink the fast? Once Diluc hands him another bottle, Kyuusaki downs it. After a few more bottles Kyuusaki is tiredly arguing with Diluc about giving him more to drink.

“Kyuusaki, you know how you get when you’re this drunk. You’re gonna do something stupid…I’m not helping you home again” Diluc looks over at Venti, who isn’t as drunk as usual. Mainly just staring at the two as they argue. Diluc sighs and turns around to get some drinks for another patron. Kyuusaki takes this opportunity to gently pull on Dilucs long red hair. Diluc turns to face the very, very drunk Kyuusaki.

“If I’m not aloud to call you Kyuu, you can’t touch my hair” Diluc smiles softly. Kyuusaki sits down. He stretches.

“I should be going home” his words are slurred. Diluc shakes his head.

“Kyuusaki, you’re not going home alone. Venti, are you sober enough to help him home?”

Venti nods. He picks up Kyuusaki.

“Ventiiiiiiiiiiiiii” Kyuusaki yawns. Diluc looks over at them.

“By the way, Venti, once Kyuusaki falls asleep, nothing can wake him up. Don’t even try” Venti nods and leaves. He hums a tune as he walks. Kyuusaki is clinging to Venti’s shirt, trying to warm up. Venti brings Kyuusaki to his favorite tree. He sits down on the trunk and holds Kyuusaki gently in his arms. He hums a small tune as he cuddles Kyuusaki.

Genshin OC

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asfdhgsdkjhgb · 3 years

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universe no longer on its homophobic arc, i finally got to be gay with my friends again today

#its literally been 3 days where we didnt see each other and all of us were just so unreasonably excited to get to hang out lmao #bc like this is probably the longest we've gone w/o seeing each other in a while n one of them brought that up when we were at this #coffee shop and we're joking about how we're all so clingy and i just go i mean we're gay and have attachment issues are we really surprised #and both of them were like we know but heyyyyyyyy #but yeah we hung out for a bit n then went to friemds house n just chilled out n were gay for a while it was very swag #also i love sm... we all are really flirty with each other n kiss a lot but me n friemd do the least probably but what we do the most is #like... have comradery moments so the running joke now is we're literally homies like we're homies *does a bro hug*#like we literally share a brain cell so we decided we're homies #(i kinda adore that thats our thing now lmao i would die for her)#also dear audience im proud to announce that i successfully got pretty boy to gay panic again today and i am so proud #(he has yet to get any sort of large [outward] reaction out of me though he has tried)(dont think i ended up posting about it but the #audacity of this man the other day last week we were at my house and my mom yelled downstairs to like ask me how my day #went n stuff and this bitch leans over n kisses my neck to try to trip me up while im taling to my mom-)(he didnt succeed tho)#(i am simply Built Different bro)#frogs down bad #lmao also just remembered a moment from at the coffee shop #friemd just pulls a penny out of their backback n hands it to me n goes ''compensation'' and i go ''for?'' and she just #goes ''for.'' and nods #i just started dying laughing bc like what

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chaotic-jjk-fiction · 3 years

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Congrats on 900 followers. Your writing is god-tier and you deserve that many followers. For the a/b/o, how about Yandere Alpha Gojo with an omega female reader. With number 1, which is "Ne, you know you're not supposed to wander off without your collar." Thank you!

Heyyyyyyyy..... I’d like to request an omega verse with Geto with the promp “you know you aren’t supposed to wonder off w/o your collar”

I hope you guys don’t mind I combined both of these into on yandere alpha mess.

#1: “Ne~ You know you aren’t supposed to be wandering off without your collar!”

TW: Yandere, Omegaverse, Kidnaping, Loss of consciousness

You couldn’t believe you had finally made it out of the little hell hole they had been keeping you in. It wasn’t necessarily normal for alphas to kidnap omegas they wanted, but it also wasn’t really frowned upon, especially for such high-ranking alphas. So when Gojo and Getou had taken you, no one had really batted an eye. You had tried desperately to escape their clutches many times, but they were always one step ahead of you. Today was special, they had both been called out unexpectedly to defeat some curse, and you had taken advantage of their rushed departure, for you realized that they didn’t arm the door. You were free. You ran as far as you could, not even bothering to take anything with you, you could worry about that later, for now all that mattered was making it as far away as you could. You burst out laughing through your panting, you still couldn’t believe you had made it away from the alphas who had held you. It was worth running the mile or more until you felt like you could transition to walking. You had paused once again to catch your breath at a crosswalk when you felt two very familiar presences behind you, and the scent of Gojo and Getou tickled your nose.

“Ne~ You know you aren’t supposed to be wandering off without your collar!” The voice of Gojo scolding you as if you were a toddler who had wandered off, confirmed your worst fear. They were standing right behind you. “How will other alphas know to keep their hands off you if you don’t have the collar we bought you on?” Gojo continued. You flinched as a hand was set on your shoulder, and reluctantly turned to face them. It was Getou who had placed his hand on your shoulder, and Gojo stood next to him looking oddly giddy.

“You worried us when we got home and didn’t find you where we left you.” Gojo pouted. You knew your smell was betraying the front of indifference you were putting on. Both of the alphas, and really everyone around you, could smell your burned scent. You knew they were going to drag you back to their shared lodgings to once again seal you away. Both of them moved to surround you, Gojo popping up behind you, making your heart jolt. Getou remained in front of you.

“See you in a few hours omega,” Gojo whispered in your ear as his hand came in contact with one of your pressure points, effectively knocking you out. Getou caught you as you fell forward, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you bridal style. He sighed as he watched your sleeping face, one day you would stop being so reckless and accept that they were just two loving alphas, he had confidence in that.

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kyberheart · 3 years

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A Deceitful Creation Part #1 - Wolffe x F!Reader

Part #2

Summary: You’ve been trying for a while now to get pregnant with your lover. Knowing that may never happen, you ask for some outside help from Wolffe on the down-low...

Word Count: 1483

Warnings: 18+, piv sex, infidelity, pregnancy/trying for a baby, cursing, angst

A/N: Heyyyyyyyy.... I’m still here! I had some stuff going on this past week so I missed my Friday fic upload, but hey! It’s Sunday, only missed it by a few days so whatever. I’m still working on part #3 of my little Techy-boy story. Hopefully will be finished by Friday the 3rd! Heh... part #3 on the 3rd... perfect. ANYWAY I hope you like this little blurb I wrote. I wanted maximum sad with lots of OOF. I kept the summary and header as vague as possible to not spoil the end. Good luck in there!

(Ao3 Link if ya want it)

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Wolffe was different with you. All teeth and tongue and nails dug into the plump flesh of your thighs. The look adorning his eyes in this moment is akin to a knife’s edge; he was holding back as not to tear you to shreds.

Your lover on the other hand, well… he was the whisper of a cool breeze in the night. A cascading avalanche of stolen breaths and languid strokes. Completely and utterly tender with you.

“C-close Wolffe, almost…I’m—!”

He nods, stooping to kiss you, but swiftly retracts his head with a tiny scowl. He knew the rules. No marks that can’t be covered up, no pet names, and under no circumstances can he kiss you. This was just a mutually beneficial transaction. Nothing more, nothing less.

“I got you… I got you…”

He’s reaching down, down, down to make contact with your clit. You keen, dropping your head back into the mattress. He fucks you through your orgasm, spilling inside of you as your legs wrap tightly around his waist. You tremble under him as you come down from your high. In a blur of muscle-memory Wolffe is reaching behind you for a pillow. He props your hips upward with it, grinding into you a few more times to make sure his seed is in there nice and deep.

“If this isn’t the one, I’m not sure if I can help. Maybe what they say is true, maybe we’re all infertile. I mean, I’ve heard rumors of defectors running off and getting people knocked up, but…” He shrugs, pulling out of you to head into the ‘fresher. You sigh, staring at the grey ceiling above you. That really wasn’t the case. Some were infertile, yes. You knew that all too well…

“I’m headed out. I have a supply run to facilitate. You alright?”

Wolffe grunts as he snaps his scratched armor around himself. He wasn’t much for conversations after the act. Rather, he preferred to be on his merry way as fast as possible. It wasn’t so much to avoid catching feelings as it was to steer clear of talking. He was undoubtedly the most stand-offish of the clones you knew. You were often surprised at how easy it was to lure him into the bedroom with how hostile his demeanor could be. Though on second thought he was just a normal guy. Sex is just as fun for him as it is for others.

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks Wolffe. If this one doesn’t stick I’ll leave you alone.”

He pauses to search your face. You smile at him, wrapping your arms around your chest with a sleepy yawn. A garbled message blips from his forearm, which he answers with a quick acknowledgement before seating his helmet onto his head.

“Understood. I’ll see you around. Say hi to my vod for me when he gets back.”

And with that, he’s silently leaving your apartment into the void beyond. In the silence of the room your mind wanders once more. You think of your lover. Where was he right now? Somewhere far, far away? Somewhere he was safe? Was he warm, fed, and happy?

The cool dribble of Wolffe’s cum down your thigh snaps you from your rumination. You glance at the clock, finding it’s already been twenty minutes since he’d left. More than enough time, you think. With a quick curl of your spine you’re up on your feet and heading to the ‘fresher for a nice long shower. Hopefully when you were out you’d have a comm or a message from your lover.

----------------- He hunches low, lips hovering so close to your ear his hot breaths could have burned a hole through your head.

“That’s it baby, such a good girl. Just a—oh, squeezing me so tight tonight, huh? This’ll be the one, the kriffing ONE. Gonna fuck you full, fill you up to bursting. Make you s-swell with my baby. Can’t wait to see you like that… all mine…”

You cum so hard the world around you dissipates into nothing but him. He growls, pitching you forward with his angled thrusts. His hips crush you into the bed as he cums right along with you. His amber eyes sizzle with freshly tapped desire. Whispered adorations mingle between the two of you, lost to the spinning darkness of the night. When you’ve calmed your heaving breaths, you reach up to grab one of the pillows above you. He helps you position it under your hips before kissing you roughly. Between pecks, he speaks with a heart full of gentle sweetness.

“I’ll keep doing this—you’ll see. We’ll have a little one running around before you know it. Our little adi’ka… yeah…”

His eyes grow distant, lips stilling at the nape of your neck. You huff, smacking his shoulder with your hand.

“I know babe, don’t worry. With how much you’ve been between my legs I think we’ll be having LOTS of them running around.”

You wink at him, leaning up to kiss him again. He chuckles, reciprocating your heavy prodding tongue with his own within your mouth.

“I just… I know we’ve been trying for over a year… what if I...”

You shoot him a frown, tilting your head up to look him straight in the eyes. The fact of the matter was daunting and sat like tepid acid on your tongue. If he knew he wasn’t able to sire children, it would truly break him.

“NO! You are perfectly fine the way you are. I’d know, remember? I’m chief medical officer here dummy. You—WE have nothing to worry about. It’ll happen when the time is right. Trust me.”

He smiles at you, the sight of which could warm even the frostiest planet of Hoth into the dunes of Tatooine. All your love, all your patience and turmoil and sympathy and curiosity and… kriff, you’re everything was him. All him, always was and always will be. Him.

-------------------- The vividness of your dream wakes you with a start. It seemed to be recurring the last few days, a memory of the last time you and your lover were together. You shake your head of the images that haunted you. If only he was home, you wouldn’t worry so much about him.

It had already been a few weeks since Wolffe had occupied your bed. A queasy feeling was beginning to settle low in your stomach. Your lover hadn’t been back in a long while, and you were starting to think something wasn’t right.

You rise to pee, realizing in the dimly lit hush of dawn that this was becoming a frequent occurrence for you. When your shirt brushes a bit too roughly against one of your nipples you yelp. Were they always so sore in the morning? Wait…

Could this be it? A surge of adrenaline hits you like a Hammerhead Corvette as you rush into the ‘fresher. Not long after, you have a small white strip laying on your counter. Your knee bobs with anticipation, head in your hands as you sit on the hard tiled floor. This might just be it!

As the lines swell in the tiny viewport, you force yourself to breathe as deeply as possible. The memory pushes it’s way to the front of your mind once more to taunt you, to make you feel a twinge of guilt at what you’ve done. With a groan you run your fingers soothingly through your hair. You knew you could do this. Joy, passion, and relief would pave over the deceit from which this baby would be born. Your lover would never know the truth, but it was unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Forging a life, a family for the two of you was all that mattered right now.

The time is up. The minutes counted down with bated breaths. A scream tears its way from your throat as you see the result:

Pregnant

Before you can have a full-blown excitement meltdown, a beeping from the other room draws your attention. Your comm sits on your nightstand, signaling you of an incoming message. The words flash on the screen as you wipe tears from your eyes:

Dropping in to save a Jedi Master on Lola Sayu. Don’t worry, should be home before your pretty little head hits the pillow. See you soon my love. My heart is yours, forever.

Oh, you were squealing with delight now. It was finally happening! For REAL! This was a dream come true. A baby… you were going to have a baby! And your lover was going to be home by the end of the day. You wanted to comm him, send him a picture of the test, yell it to the kriffing UNIVERSE that you were fulfilling a long-awaited dream. Both of you were. You calmed yourself, resolving to tell him in person when he got home.

You couldn’t wait until Echo was back!

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newtonsheffield · 3 years

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oh my GOD I love your headcanon with Edwina and drunk Anthony!! Could we maybe get more headcanons with drunk Kate and Anthony (maybe after their stag and hen nights) and them being sloppy and cute?

Oh Heyyyyyyyy

Drunk Anthony is a handsy lil’ Cutie is he not? He just wants everyone to know how much he loves Kate. Drunk Kate is a mess all singing, all dancing, as she tries to tuck random things in her purse. Edwina, Lucy and the Bridgerton gals had their work quite cut out for them as the attempted to herd drunk Kate through London which was about as successful as herding a cat. Benedict, Colin, Gregory, and Simon were no more successful with Anthony who just kept begging to get to go home to Kate. Fortunately for us, both of these nights Coincided. Someone else was also interested in this concept!

Anon asked: Hey given the craziness of Sophie’s hen party I can only imagine how Kate’s and Anthony’s went. Can we get a Drabble for both of them? PS I know your ask box is crazy full so sorry for this lol My inbox is crazy, butttt I have had a sandwich and I am ready to do this!

Let’s give this a Lil’ peep shall we!

“I Think I’m in love with Anthony!” Kate yelled loudly in her sister’s ear over the music in the bar. Edwina laughed loudly. “I should hope so, you’re marrying him in a week.” She said, and Kate shook her head, her glazed eyes, wide as though she had to tell her sister very important. It was all Edwina could do not to keep from laughing.

“Nooooo.” Kate moaned, “You don’t understand!” She said turning to Lucy, who was swaying just slightly, as Kate wrapped her arms around her. “La la la Lucy!” She sung, very loudly, and endearingly, Edwina bit her lip to keep from laughing “That’s what Gregory calls you!” and then she gasped loudly! “Oh my GOSH LUCY! You should marry Gregory! You should marry Gregory and then we’ll be like sisters! I’m a good sister, you can ask Eddie!” Kate said, her words slurring together. Lucy who was only a little less drunk than Kate, seemingly with no idea how she came to be in this position.

Edwina knew it was that Daphne, who was heavily pregnant had decided to have her fun by topping up everyone’s drinks in secret. The results were, Edwina had to admit, impressive. Francesca and Eloise seemed to be taking it in turns photograph themselves with a a potted tree in the corner, Lucy had impressed everyone with an display of gymnastics across the back of the booths, Edwina had heard the bartender, Chris mutter Jesus Fucking christ How did she not break her neck in those heels?!

“She is a good sister Lucy!” She said loudly, her own head feeling more than a little fuzzy “You should marry Gregory!” Lucy blushed, spilling her drink a little as she shook her head “I wanna marry Gregory! He’s sooo pretty! And his glasses are so cute! But he hasn’t asked me! Like, what if he doesn’t wanna marry me?!” Lucy yelled, her words tumbling out, falling over each other. Kate tutted.

“No! NO! You’re so great! Of course he wants to marry you! I’ll call him, and I’ll tell him to marry you. And then I’m gonna ask Anthony if he wants to marry me!” Kate said her drink spilling onto their shoes, pulling her phone out, tapping away at the screen. Edwina laughed “Katie! You’re getting married to Anthony next week.” “I miss Anthony! Eddie, I love him Sooo much every time I’m around him I just want to rip his clothes off and-”

“Ooop.” Daphne cut in, “I think we’ve had enough of that, Kate. Though I appreciate the enthusiasm.” Kate’s eyes widened comically, Lucy had drifted back towards the dancefloor. “Daphne! Oh my god! DAPHNE!” Kate said, wrapping her arms messily around her soon to be sister in law. “I love your brother AND I think I’m gonna MARRY him! And because of that, you should ask the bartender to play ABBA! GIMME! GIMME! GIMME!” Daphne laughed loudly, eyeing Edwina carefully before whispering “At least she hasn’t stolen anything this time.” as she disappeared to the bar. And Edwina had to admit, Daphne had a point. Kate tugged firmly on her arm!

“Eddie! I love this SONG!” She yelled as the opening bars started. “Ugh! I want Anthony! I wish he was here! Eddie, he’s sooo Handsome sometimes in the middle of the night I have to wake him up because I want to-”

“KATE!” It was like she had summoned him, and honestly thank god, because there were few things Edwina wanted less than to hear about her sister’s nighttime exploits with her future husband. Anthony had burst through the door wearing what appeared to be a shirt bearing the words If Lost please return to Kate Sheffield, and promptly had his arms around Kate, whispering (loudly) in her ear. “KATE I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH!” Gregory had found Lucy, and the two of them appeared to be attempting to recreate the dance from Dirty Dancing (Badly) Colin had joined Eloise and was Currently hoisting Francesca onto his shoulders for a photograph. Benedict appeared to be arguing with Daphne “Edwina! Edwina Have you met my Fiancée Kate?! Isn’t she just the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen?!” Anthony was saying desperately, his arms still wrapped around Kate, who had her face buried in his neck. Edwina’s heart clenched. Despite the ridiculousness she had to admit it was very sweet that her sister’s soon to be husband was so enamoured with her. “Yes, Anthony, I’m familiar with Kate. And yes, she’s pretty great!” Edwina said, the corners of her mouth ticking upwards.

“Hey, I LOVE YOU!” Kate yelled at her fiancé grinning, and Anthony’s head spun towards her his eyes wide, “I LOVE YOU TOO!” He yelled back, and then his lips were on Kate’s, his hands wandering a little obscenely. “Okay. Well.” Edwina said to no one in particular, averting her eyes and joining Benedict and Daphne at the bar.

“Honestly, Ben. What are you doing here?! Could you not handle Anthony for one night?” Daphne tutted, Benedict sighed “Honestly, I couldn’t take his Where’s Kate, love Kate, Kate’s so amazing It’s a little exhausting. Besides, look at them,” Benedict said, Gesturing at Gregory who had just caught Lucy in a rather spectacular lift “I’m clearly not in control of the situation.”

The bartender tapped Edwina on the shoulder. “Eddie, I know we know each other, but I have to draw the line at public indecency.” He said gesturing to something over her shoulder. Edwina turned her head and immediately wished she was Anywhere else “No! Kate! Put Anthony’s shirt back on!” Edwina yelled a little startled. Thinking to herself that this was truly the last time she was ever going out with the Bridgertons

It wasn’t.

#bridgerton and sons au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #edwina sheffield #daphne bridgerton #lucy abernathy #drunk kate is a mess #drunk anthony is a dork #bachelor/ette parties #molly's asks and answers

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bitters-enthusiast · 3 years

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birthday fic but belated

@timmys-and-scribbles i love you and i am sorry in advance if this is long and cheesy but

1. that’s julian and

2. that’s just showbiz babey

happy belated birthday bestie i hope you enjoy

“No, you don’t understand! Please, I’ll-- I’ll beg on my knees if I have to!”

Julian could be seen, and probably heard, from a block away pleading a poor man operating a gondola on the canal, and it didn’t look much like the man was giving in to him either.

The man shook his head, planting his hands on his hips. “You-- you don’t have to get on your knees. But I still can’t do it, I’m sorry. It’s too short notice.”

The sob that came from the redhead next was anything but subtle, and he shoved his face in his hands. “Please. Please, sir, everyone else has cancelled on me. Don’t you want to be the minority?? Wouldn’t that be a more interesting story for you?? Please, I’ll pay double, I just need this ride tonight. It doesn’t have to be all night, even just an hour if I could--”

The gondola rower rolled his eyes. The dramatics were a bit much, but Julian had good selling points. “Fine! Fine, if it means you’ll leave me alone and I can get back to work, I’ll do it for double.”

Julian almost screamed in excitement, and grabbed the man by his shoulders. He gave him a little shake, beaming a smile from ear to ear. “Thank you! Thank you, you’ve saved me. Thank you. I’ll see you in a few hours!”

After having shaken this man nearly to death, Julian decided it was time to start grocery shopping. If he was going to plan the perfect dinner for his perfect partner in crime, he wanted to have the perfect ingredients. After all, a pirate couldn’t ask someone to court him if he didn’t at least offer food and drink. . . right?

He didn’t want to stress about it. This day was already a long time coming, but every time he thought he’d worked up the courage, he found it all lost again when Julianne teased him, or plotted with him another sneaky escapade. This woman definitely, without realizing, always kept him on his toes. And he wanted to return the favor, at least for tonight. Besides, a fun date never hurt anybody, even if he didn’t wind up asking her to be his girlfriend.

The doctor spent about an hour or so shopping around for a dinner worth remembering. It took some time thinking of recipes he knew from the top of his head, but he settled on something fond from his childhood. Something Mazelinka almost always made, and almost everyone always liked it: soup. You couldn’t go wrong with a perfect soup dish paired with bread. Plus, looking for fresh ingredients and bartering with the merchants kept his mind off of the pent up anxiety he was feeling about everything. At least a dinner he was making by himself couldn’t be cancelled last minute.

He’d finally settled on everything he needed, and was beginning to head back to the ship. He was carelessly swinging his bags back and forth, whistling a merry little tune to keep him in high spirits.

The high spirits lasted all of five minutes to keep his mind off his worries.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Julianne, speaking to a familiar baker about eating some lunch. She was ordering some food when she caught him out of the corner of her eye, and excitedly called him over.

Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

She wouldn’t notice the bags, right? Of course she’d notice the bags. But he could just pass it off as stuff for the crew! Or maybe he could just pretend as if he didn’t see her--

Of course he couldn’t do that.

Awkwardly, he put his arms behind his back, the bags hanging over them. He gave a strange smile and headed toward Juli, giving a head nod of acknowledgement.

“Heyyyyyyyy... how are, uh-- whatcha up to?”

The woman raised a brow, a smile on her lips as she had just finished joking with the baker. “I’m........ ordering food. Why are you being weird?”

Uh oh.

Julian gave a dismissive ‘psh”, his face turning into an expression of confusion. “I’m not being weird. You’re weird for asking that, Juli. Anyway, what’s on the menu? What’s, uh, what’s for lunch?”

Julianne immediately knew something was up, but she wouldn’t press him about it until later. For now, she’d give him a bit of a hard time about it to see if he’d spill. “Food. Looks like,” she leaned over a bit, just a small part of his groceries in view, “you also have food on the menu.”

He leaned the opposite way, trying to make the bags less noticeable from her angle. “Oh. Oh! These, right. Yeah, Cap sent me out for errands today. You know those men, uh, always hungry! Yeah, can’t go forever without snacking, even if there’s only four of them on ship!”

A small laugh came from Juli. Yeah, she’d have to find out later. “Right. Well, I have to go eat before I go back to my own errands. Would you like to join?”

Why’d she have to be so sweet?? It made him all the more nervous, and he wasn’t being a very convincing actor at the moment. “Oh, I wish I could, darling! But Cap has been on my ass this morning about staying on task! We all know how, um, fleeting time is! I’ve gotta go, don’t worry about me, I’ll see you later on board, right?”

Her eyebrow still raised, she adjusted her own bag and nodded. “Ri--”

“Okay! Perfect! Amazing, and even perfect, you could say. Oh. Wait, I said perfect twice. Anyway, farewell! See you tonight.”

Juli watched as Julian walked away backward, still trying to hide his groceries. As he finally got further away, he tried turning away quickly to take off running, but accidentally bumped into a busy woman passing by. He apologized promptly and profusely, making sure she was at least okay before taking off again.

Yeah, he was up to something.

It finally had gotten darker outside, the sun setting as Julian strode back toward the boat. After a few hours, he had prepared dinner, finalized the gondola plans, and had even set up an nice surprise afterward to make sure everything was picture perfect. As if he hadn’t used the word ‘perfect’ to describe what he was going for all day. With his hands in his pockets, he’d finally settled down on his way back toward the ship, fairly confident in how the night would go.. at least for now.

As he got closer to his familiar home of sorts, excited to meet Julianne and to get the night started after all this planning he’d done, Julian stops aboard the ramp of the ship, watching as Juli was mid-conversation with his crewmate and co-captain, Gerard.

Damn it. Here we go.

Forcing a smile, he stepped closer to hear their conversation.

A hearty laugh came from the crewmate, one that sounded incredibly devious to Julian’s desperate ears. “He really lied to your face like that, Miss Juli? Ah, you know I’d never treat you that way~”

Shut up. Shut up, Gerry. Not tonight.

Julianne would have been seen to smirk, rolling her eyes. “It’s not that he lied maliciously. I’ll still get him back for lying. But I know he’s doing something behind my back. I’m just confused as to what it is.”

Gerard leaned back against the rail of the ship, giving a nonchalant shrug. “Still. You know, it’s taken him far too long to commit to you. Maybe it’s time you give the ol’ captain a try. I,” a puff of his chest, and he placed his hand upon his heart, “wouldn’t have made you wait this long for me to meet up after lying to you, maiden.”

It was taking everything in Julian to not barge into their conversation immediately. The confidence he’d built on the way back was slowly diminishing, but he’d wait a few more seconds to see where this conversation went.

“Co-captain, Gerard.” Julianne shook her head in amusement, also taking a seat on a nearby barrel. Might as well make herself comfortable as she waited. “How would Zora feel if she heard you giving yourself all the credit?”

“Hopefully very, very awfully.” Gerard chuckled as he ran his fingers through his hair. “But my point remains. See how he still isn’t here? That just proves my--”

If Julian wasn’t known for dramatic entrances, then the sky wasn’t known to be blue. As if on cue, interrupting Gerard as he tried to make his “point” was easy as pie for Julian, and he climbed aboard with the biggest, most confident grin he could muster to save face. “Julianne, my love!” He greeted as if she were the biggest and most important guest he could ever serve, stepping between the two to swoop her into a hug. “I’m terribly sorry it took me so long to get back! I got caught in a scuffle between two men arguing, and you know I can’t resist a good fight.” The last lines were said between almost-gritted teeth, and Julianne pulled away from his hug reluctantly.

Like her expression was before at the marketplace, she had her eyebrow raised in suspicion. “Is that so? They didn’t happen to also be the ones to eat your snacks, were they?”

Gerard chuckled from behind, making himself comfortable both physically and in conversation. “I’d say Ilyushka has a bit of a hole to dig himself out of here, hmm?”

Begrudgingly, Julian turned to look at Gerard with the same forced smile.

“Don’t you have a hole to dig yourself into, co-captain? Go find some buried treasure.”

A laugh from the man, as well as a clever reply, “Ah, but why would I go search for one when there’s one perfectly right before my eyes?” He flashed a smile in Julianne’s direction, and then gave an innocent, seemingly curious head tilt to Julian. “Oh, unless you couldn’t see that for yourself. It seems that eyepatch gets in the way of you looking past yourself and seeing what’s in front of you.”

The smirk began to fall from the redhead’s face, and he tried not to ball up a fist onto his friend right about now. In the end, he knew Gerry was teasing, but it didn’t make the blow less hard on his ego.

Julianne wasn’t naive to the tension; she started to make off-topic conversation. “I think Gerard is talking about the wine that Zora brought back after making a deal with the bartender down the street. Something about bringing back some of that Salty Bitters stuff from Vesuvia that you like so much. He wanted to advertise something new.”

“Right. The wine is the treasure I was talking about.” A final chuckle from Gerard and he stood, clapping a hand against Julian’s shoulder. “Save me some dessert, Ilya. You know where my room is. Send her my way.”

“Bye, Gerry. Have a good night.” Julian pulled away slightly, looking his friend up and down.

Gerard gave a hum of triumph, and pulled his hand away. On his way toward the steps downstairs, he gave a final “You know I will.” in reply.

Once he was finally out of view, Julian deemed it safe to turn back to Juli for conversation. “I am.... so, so sorry, Juli. I know you’ve been waiting for a while.”

“I know you heard the conversation with Gerard.” She replied, placing her hands upon his shoulders. “I’ve been here for a whole of ten minutes. You know how he is. Dramatic.”

He gave a soft scoff in return, rolling his eyes. “More than I am sometimes.”

With a laugh, Julianne pulled her hands away, but not before giving him a gentle pat to the face. “Not quite.” Getting up from the seat she’d made herself, she patted down the dirt that’d gotten on her dress from doing so. “Anyway, are you finally done acting weird, or are you going to keep me on my toes.”

“Well.......” Julian gave a shrug, “Hopefully the latter. But not in a bad way, I swear. I do.”

The woman only gave him a pointed glare in response. In defense, he gently took hold of her hand, and began to lead her off the ship.

“Here. Just follow me.”

The doctor had finally gotten Juli all to himself. After all the shenanigans of the day, he could finally wind down and listen to her talk about her day. Her errands, odd customers, the odds and ends of magic that he enjoyed listening to her go on and on about. It was what gave him some sense of normalcy among the absurdity that he endured on the regular. The gondola ride had gone smoothly, and he had definitely given the rower far more than he was worth. If not just for the theatrics and the experience, he hoped that Juli enjoyed it. Maybe she’d grown suspicious of him throughout the day, but he wanted to make it up to her.

They talked about a woman who’d called Julianne in to help cleanse her home, not knowing the “cleanse” wasn’t anything spiritual -- it was because the woman had attempted far too many cleaning spells and caused an overgrowth in weeds in her garden and magic cobwebs in her corners. Julianne had to explain that “cleansing” a house didn’t actually mean to clean it.

How cute. How cute, how cute.

An hour or so had gone by, and after their ride, they both thanked the rower tremendously. They’d even gotten a complimentary bottle of wine and a basket of fruit -- or maybe the rower was being kind since Julian had paid him so handsomely.

Then, he took Julianne back toward the shore.

He had taken hold of her hand and not let go, leading her down the beach close to the docks their ship had stopped on. He was sure she probably thought something odd was going to happen by the end of the night, but he wanted to make sure she enjoyed her time nonetheless.

As they walked, he made soft conversation.

“You know, the ocean is a view I could never get sick of. It’s so beautiful. And when the moonlight hits it just right--” he gave a chef’s kiss of sorts with his free hand.

“I guess that’s a good thing, considering you’re on a ship the majority of your time.” Juli teased, giving him a gentle nudge. “But I think so too. It’s very captivating. Calming, even.”

“Like you, hmm?” Turning his gaze from the ocean to Juli, he gave a wink.

With a fond roll of her eyes, she laughed a little. “You’re still being weird.”

“What? No. This is just regular ol’ Ilya.”

“Yeah. Weird.”

He grinned in turn, a grin full of absolute adoration. It was getting easier to rebuild that confidence from earlier.

They continued their playful banter, all the way up until hey reached a hidden little cove, a tucked away cave of sorts, with a light shining from within. They were far away enough now that the lamps in town seemed like blur now, and Julian preferred it that way for what he had been planning.

Julianne stopped, looking up at her partner with a confused expression. “What’s this?”

He let go of her hand, make sure he didn’t seem as if he were coming off maliciously. They had met, after all, under the guise that he was a murderer on the run. Julian offered one of his grins, the sweet kind, the kind that made you want to follow him into the unknown on an adventure you wouldn’t want to return from.

“Just dinner. You trust me, right? You don’t still think I’m a weirdo?”

“Well. I definitely do.”

A laugh came from Julian, and he just shook his head. He continued forward into the cave, giving her a nod to follow.

She did, and as they entered, a small table Julian had stolen off the ship was sitting in the middle of the cave, lit candles surrounding it in the sand below to keep light inside. On the table sat dinner: two bowls covered to stay warm, bread on either side of them, a great big glass of wine in the center of the table, and two glasses for one each.

With a great big swoop of his arm, he gestured toward the set up with a smile.

“Well, here’s the thing I was acting strange about. I just wanted... to set up something nice for the both of us.”

After her jaw had dropped at the initial shock, Juli turned to the man with a growing smile, and she genuinely looked impressed. “I’m surprised you could keep a secret this long.” Although she teased, she found his dinner setup rather charming. Nothing short of the extravagance he made for himself since the day she met him.

He continued forward once more, pulling one of the chairs out for her to sit. Once she was seated, he also took a seat, and began to pour them each a glass of wine to drink.

“Also, I stole this wine. This is the one Zora brought back, and Gerard is probably looking for now. Serves him right trying to steal my thunder.”

The woman laughs, reaching for her glass once it’s filled. “They’re going to kill you.”

He shrugged yet again, his signature smirk puling at his lips. “Worth it, if not just for the thrill of the escape.”

As Julian reached to uncover the bowls, a warm, earthy and flavorful aroma takes over the cave, and he explains his escapade to gather ingredients. Making the food proved to be a pain, having to bribe the ship’s cook to let him take over the kitchen to prepare their food, and to help him set everything up while he was out on the gondola ride with Julianne. He talked about how he now owed the cook kitchen duty for a week, and had to scrub the inside of the old hearth to make up for it. But it was worth it for him, to see how much she enjoyed his childhood favorite food. All the more memories to create, even if it was just soup.

Throughout dinner, it seemed as though Julian had about finished off the bottle of wine by himself. He was getting a little tipsy, and a bit more nervous toward the end of them eating. If only he had more liquid courage to help him out.

Julianne noticed how awkward he’d begun to get as dinner went on. When they finally cleared their bowls, he started going on about the importance of the correct shoes in acting. Something was up.

She reached for his hands, which were getting ready to pour the last few drops of alcohol into his glass.

“Ilya, tell me what’s the matter.” Her voice was soft compared to his big, velvety tone. He couldn’t help himself, not in this state of mind.

“I- no, nothing’s the matter! I’m just saying, how can you frolic about in a tunic and boots? Sure they look great for the aesthetic and for the costume, but you need the smaller and more rounded shoes to move around the stage more fleetly.”

“You’re talking about shoes, Julian, after we just had a nice dinner in a fancy set up in a remote cave.” She laughed a little at the situation, and gave his hands a little squeeze. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

She was right. And he knew that she was. He hadn’t spent all day preparing for this moment to talk about how quick your movements need to be on stage. He had put all of this off long enough. Hell, for months. He was surprised she’d even stuck around that long, unless she thought this was all totally platonic.

“Yeah. Yes. Yes, there-- there is something I have on my mind.” He let out a slow sigh, mentally preparing himself for his little speech. He knew that she would listen to every word, even if he slurred and stuttered his way through it. Her touch gave him a bit of sobering up, and in turn, he moved his hands to grab hers instead, leaning in closer to her presence.

“I.. hm. I’ve known you for quite a while now. And, for some reason, it feels like I’ve known you far longer than the several months we’ve been adventuring together. I don’t even know if that’s what you’d call it-- never mind. Regardless, darling, it feels like I’ve known you longer than a lifetime. Like I’ve known you since a life too distant to remember. And you... Julianne, you just seem so familiar. You met me thinking that I was a murderer. A fugitive. And even then, even after you thought I was using you, you stuck. You stuck with me. Up until then, I struggled so hard to find something like home. You gave me a chance, and I can tell you haven’t regretted it thus far. I just... don’t ever want to have to just remember you again. I want you to stick around. You’re perfect to be around. My perfect adventuring find. My... my perfect partner. We’ve never made any official call for what this is, and... I know this is all so ridiculous and grandiose and seems like some sort of proposal. In... in a way, it is. I just--” he lets his head fall, and he takes a pause, before he looked back up into Julianne’s face. “Please, little dove, would you give a pirate a chance and just call yourself mine already?”

...

Julianne, flustered, and unsure of how to respond in the immediate moment, searched Julian’s eyes for his genuine feelings. It was a long search -- after all, he’d just poured his onto the table, practically. This wasn’t at all a surprise, they had in fact been in some rut of infatuation without ever having admitted it to one another. It was always just implied. But here they were now, Julian basking in all of his monologuing glory...

Before she could respond, he was quick to make a joke, giving her hands a squeeze as she did his before he had come clean. “Plus, now I’m less likely to get in trouble for starting a fight with Gerard, seeing as how we’d be an official couple rather than just flirting, fleeting friends.”

Julianne shook her head, letting it fall as she let out a laugh. “You... are quite simply the most unbearable person I’ve ever met. In the best way possible.” Looking back up, he simply gave a friendly and teasing shrug in response, and she leaned in to seal the space between them with a kiss.

It wasn’t long before it grew passionate, one full of longing and hope from both of them. It would be hard for Julian to pull away, had he not been wait for a response. Before he let the kiss get carried away, he pulled back, a hand pressed to Juli’s face.

“So?”

She looked him in the eyes, lifted a hand toward his face, and promptly gave him a flick to the nose.

“Ow!?” His brow furrowed, “What was that for??”

“For lying to my face earlier. I just needed you to know I didn’t forget.”

A huffy laugh came from the redhead as he reached to rub at his nose, now stinging slightly in pain. “Alright. Noted.”

She offered a final, soft smile, reaching to gently swipe her thumb over his nose in comfort. The woman then reached in for a soft peck. “I’ll be your girlfriend, Ilya. Or rather, your co-captain.”

Julian beamed taking her face into both of his hands. “Oh, I’m so glad. As co-captain, can your first duty be to teach me an adjective other than ‘perfect’? I’m a doctor, not a novelist.”

“Sure. But only if you teach me one rather than ‘weird’,” Juli offered in reply.

“Good, good. But uh, can we wait until after dessert?”

“Didn’t Gerard ask you to save him some?”

“Oh, no. Gerry can starve. I’m sneaking dessert back into my room.”

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foodcourtdetective · 3 years

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Sleeping with Other People AU: Chapter One: First Time

summary: Dr. Spencer Reid runs into his first time Y/N after a car chase gone bad. They decide not to complicate their friendship by not sleeping together, but it proves to be harder than they think as they slowly fall terribly in love with each other.

tags: sleeping with other people au, first time, virgin!spencer reid, slow burn, college!spencer reid but only in chapter 1, friends to lovers, TENSION, sexual themes, commitment issues, brief mention of cannibalism but it’s praying mantises calm down armie hammer

A/N: I have 12 parts planned out so please don’t let this flop girlies and non-binary buddies

word count 1.8k

AO3 x

May 13, 1999. Spencer Reid would not attempt to remember a day as unremarkable as this one. Sure, Mozart's first opera premiered, and the Bezalel Art School opened on the other May 13ths of history. But this particular date was in the midst of his finals. He was trying to work through a particularly difficult physics calculation when suddenly—

"HEYYYYYYYY!!! SOBEVICH??? YOU HERE, BUD???" The banging on his door, paired with an intoxicated feminine screeching, was incessant. Reid scoffed, maintaining focus on the task at hand. If you divide x by—

"MATTTTTHEEWWWW??!! COME GET Y'ALL'S JUICE!!" In response, he slammed the pencil down. A little shouting and banging wouldn't typically break his concentration that quickly. However, certain variables (a lack of sleep, other commotion in the dorms prior, not to mention a certain someone not responding to his AOL messages for over 48 hours) had brought him to the edge faster than a cliff diver. Rolling up the sleeves of his sweater and pushing up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, Reid stormed up to his door and yanked it open.

"Heyyyyy wait a second... youuuuuu aren't Matty boyyyyy!" The nuisance in question wasn't his type at all. Her hair was too black and choppy, her eyes too dark with liner smudged everywhere, and her skirt was basically a napkin over her lap that highlighted her purple panties that were visible to anyone with eyes. Her painted lips twisted into a pout as she looked him up in down with interest. Before he could speak, RA Gideon turned the corner of the hallway and, spotting his target, picked up his pace.

"YOU! Young lady, you're not supposed to enter a dorm without getting signed in!" The girl snapped her gaze away from Reid to roll her eyes and drunkenly face the RA.

"I'm heeere! Can't someone else sign in for me?? I'm waiting for a friennnnd!" Gideon's face darkened with barely veiled annoyance, looking over to Reid.

"Is this girl bothering you? I can call campus police to escort her—"

"N-no! It's fine! She's here to see my roommate Matthew." Reid grabbed the clipboard out and scribbled down the details, looking frantically at the girl for her name.

"Y/N L/N aaaand NERDDD BOY are besties!!" She slurred in response. Gideon huffed as he scanned Reid's face carefully.

"Are you sure, Reid? She's your responsibility if anything happens." The student nodded once in reply, muttering thanks as he handed over the clipboard. Taking Y/N by the wrist, Reid pulled her into his room. He shut the door behind them with urgency but was careful not to slam it. Y/N scratched her bare knee lethargically, accidentally flashing him further.

"Alllrighty, here you look a little cold," he squeaked, awkwardly averting his eyes and turning his attention to his dresser to grab her a Cal Tech sweater his mom made him before she had to leave home. Y/N stumbled, leaning on the bed for stability as she took her heels off. As she did so, she took notice of the two beds pushed together.

"Does Matty even live here?? The beds are holding hands?" Reid managed a pitiful laugh as he tossed her the sweater. Pulling a face, she pulled it on. He gulped, noticing the hem barely skimmed her thighs. At least the purple is put away. Realizing he had caused a long pause in the terrible attempt at conversation, Reid quickly looked away from Y/N again.

"N-no, he lives with his boyfriend at Baker." Y/N's eyes widened, her lip trembling a little bit in shock as she hugged herself with the too-big sleeves.

"Dammmn, I shoulda known a brainiac like that was a bisexual. Didn't peg him for playing so hard to get otherwise."

"Did he try to flirt with you? Because he's basically married to Adam and not to mention the stereotype of bisexuals cheating-"

"is inaccurate and offensive blah blah blah I know, I am one... Nah, I was just hoping that being more forward would seal the deal! But I would never purposefully try to hook up with someone taken... and you're no longer listening to me," Y/N cut off her rambling as he had gravitated helplessly towards his brick of a computer with a glowing screen. He chewed on his lip thoughtlessly, only looking up when he felt Y/N's exasperated gaze on him.

"Sorry, I-I've been waiting for a message..." Y/N scuffled over beside him, her bare feet sticking slightly to the wood floor. Reid winced as she leaned across him to rest her hands beside the keyboard. He tried to move out of her way, but she ended up with her back pressed against him. Don't be embarrassing. Digits of Pi GO! 3.1415926—

"Oh, I know Jennifer! We went to East Allegheny. Fucking smoke show, but she has this praying mantis vibe," she said matter of factly. Reid's mouth gaped open and closed.

"A-what vibe?"

"You know... how they fuck! With the—"

"Female praying mantis engaging in cannibalistic mating behavior, biting off the head or legs of her mate and eating them. I've heard of it, but you should know that that behavior occurs in less than 30 percent of all mating sessions in the wild." As Reid rattled on, he slowly became aware of her piercing eyes on him and the warmth of her back. He sucked in a breath, cutting himself off from going further.

"Wow! Guess you weren't really studying! I'm sorry I interrupted your terrible Thursday evening," she quipped, gesturing to the now-abandoned physics equation. He hurried to close the notebook, tucking it away in his desk as he began to sweat.

"Oh, that! That wasn't studying! I was calculating to calm down." Reid somehow didn't expect the not-unfriendly laugh to erupt in front of him. She bent down to brace herself on her upper thighs as she guffawed, unintentionally pulling the sweater up from the back. Without thinking, he pulled it down for her dignity, but she grabbed his wrist tightly as he completed the action and locked eyes with him.

"What are you, a physicist?" She asked playfully. He gulped again as Y/N watched the movement of his prominent Adam's apple.

"N-not really. I'm working on my chemistry and mathematics masters right now, but I finished my physics MA last semester." She whistled in response, impressed.

"They LET you have that many?? Wait..." Her heated eye contact wavered, flicking up and down his body.

"There's no way! You're only like sixteen!"

"I'm EIGHT-teen! And yeah, I signed a waiver saying that MIT is not responsible for any poor grades or drops in my mental state," he winced as his voice cracked on his age.

"Guess what they say about MIT being smarted than BU kids is right! My med-track major could never be as flexible as yours, virgin," Y/N quipped, cheekily checking out the dark flush of crimson on his cheeks as he pulled away from her grip, facing the wall in frustration of two different types.

"WH-WHY! Why would you-"

"Spence, you're waiting by the computer for a direct message!" Reid sputtered in response, the nickname he had signed off as in her mouth sounded both so wrong and so right as he adjusted his stance to hide an unfortunate situation going on downstairs. Y/N rolled her eyes again as Reid suddenly realized that he loved the color of her eyes more than any color he had ever seen in his life, including Jennifer's. After a long, not uncomfortable, silence, Y/N made a step toward him, suddenly hesitant.

"Don't get your sweater all wrinkled! I'm a virgin too. That's why I came— you better fix that expression on your face, kid!" Reid realized that his shock had painted his face too clearly, flapping his hands frantically as he watched her face drop. The visible vulnerability struck a nerve within him; he didn't know if it was good or bad. As she turned back to the computer, he touched her shoulder in an attempt to get her to look at him.

"NO! No! Not in a bad way! Just individuals who are sexually confident in their self-image with a certain presentation tend to have already completed the act!" Y/N scoffed, rolling her shoulder to get away as if it burned her.

"PLEASE! Now who's engaging in the stereotypes, genius?"

"I'm sorry! You're just too beaut-attract-hot..." Reid kept cutting himself off in an attempt to quantify her looks properly. Y/N chuckled to herself, charmed as she finally looked to watch him fluster himself to try to rectify the insult.

"It's okay... You don't have to say anything. I mean, I couldn't even get Matthew fucking Sobevich to fuck me. As the guest TA, he managed to make four of my classmates pass out within the hour." She cast her eyes downward, fiddling with the loose string on the sweater near the sleeve. Reid swallowed, stepping closer to her. He bent his knees, basically in a squat, to try to get eye contact.

"You deserve better than Matt. I mean, look at you!" He gestured awkwardly at her whole body before framing her face with his fingertips. Y/N finally looked at him, the inner workings of her thoughts almost visible in her eyes as she straightened her gaze to bring him standing up. She cautiously brought her hand up to his chest, right over his heart.

"Well, if you want to date someone like JJ... you might want some experience... We could-- let's get it out of the way!" Y/N carefully explained her idea, her fingers walking up to brush against his Adam's apple. Reid shivered, pulling away to retreat toward his bed, almost involuntarily giving in to her plan.

"I-this was all supposed to be very romantic!! And-and now you've gone and just fucked it up!!" He squealed, watching as Y/N crossed her arms to take off his sweater from the bottom. She came over to sit on the bed, thoughtfully taking a second to let him gather himself before curling her index finger under his chin to get him to look at her.

"You are going to drive some girl crazy someday. With your long, Kurt Cobain hair and that infuriating mouth of yours," Y/N whispered sincerely, moving her finger to trace up his jaw and to hook under his glasses. Reid's breathing hitched, but he kept his gaze on her as she pulled his glasses off and gently put them on the nightstand.

"Say the word, and I'll stop. Say you don't want this, and we won't," Y/N continued, her other hand shaking on his knee as she inched closer to him. As she closed her eyes, Reid closed the gap between them, the hiss of heavy breathing from his nose the only noise in the room. She responded immediately, wrapping her fingers in his hair as they fell against the bed. Suddenly, May 13, 1999, wasn't so unremarkable after all.

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authenticcadence18 · 3 years

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2 and 15 for the fanfic day meme :D (give us the snippetssss!!!!!)

HEYYYYYYYY sorry this reply is late but better late than never, right?

2. Favorite snippet of dialogue:

GOSH this one is HARD😭. Honestly, one of my favorite uses of dialogue in anything I’ve written is in Chapter 5 of “Can’t Help Falling in Love.” I am so proud of Phineas’s “I’m still seeing stars, though....” line and Ferb’s “...I suppose you didn’t need a skylight to see stars earlier, right, Phineas?” line!!! I think they both balance humor and fluff really well, and they end up influencing the story pretty significantly!!!! And also the dialogue at the end of that chapter is so soft, it always makes me soft when i re-read it🥺. (I also love, like, all the dialogue in the latter half of chapter 9. It took months to get right and I’m really pleased with how it turned out!!)

15. Give us a snippet of something from your WIPs!!!

You know what. You get two—nay, THREE—snippets for the price of one✌️

...

Dancing with Phineas was like dancing on eggshells. It was a breath of frigid air in the middle of winter, or the warmth of a scarf around her neck, warmth that could evaporate at any moment in a rogue gust of wind. It didn’t matter if the music they were dancing to was loud or soft, didn’t matter if they were giggling as they bounced in time to an upbeat tune or holding one another and gently rocking back and forth to a slow one: she’d always get butterflies in her stomach when they danced together. Just being near Phineas was exhilarating and terrifying and lovely and exhausting all at once.

...

See below the cut for additional snippets and context!!!!

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“.....Ferb just says he liked the fireworks.”

Isabella giggled again, a hint of fondness present in the sound. “I sort of doubt he enjoyed them as much as I did.”

It took Phineas a second to understand what she meant.

“OH. Because we kissed while they were going off?”

“Well, yes, the kissing definitely factored into my enjoyment,” Isabella replied with a grin. “But I also really enjoyed them because you made them, and because you made them for me. That’s pretty special.”

“YOU’RE pretty special,” Phineas whispered warmly, and Isabella giggled before nestling her head in the crook of his neck and closing her eyes.

...

A soft lilt of classical music lulled Adrien out of slumber. He groaned, blearily grasping for his phone to shut the alarm off.

He caught sight of the date and his eyes widened, a shot of adrenaline surging through his body.

“I have to call Marinette!!!!”

Adrien’s fingers flew across the screen, clicking Marinette’s contact and pressing call without thinking.

Only once the phone was up to his ear did his common sense catch up to his instincts. His eyes narrowed.

“.....wait….what am I doing?”

“I thought you were calling Marinette,” Plagg replied from the other side of the bed, a smirk etched on his face.

“Well, yes I am, but…” Adrien’s confusion was growing larger and larger by the second. “...but why?? When I saw the date, I knew I just had to call her...but now I’m confused. Why would I need to call Marinette?”

“To wish her a happy Valentine’s Day?” Plagg teased.

Adrien’s cheeks went red, the possible implications Marinette might discern from this phone call making the whole situation even more awkward. “Uh—maybe, but I can just tell her that at school! Why did I call her??”

“I don’t know, but you better think of a reason fast. You’re almost to her voicemail.”

...

Snippet #1 is from a continuation of the fic Ice Cream and Dances, which was written by FrsdGirl! I’m trying to focus primarily on CHFIL right now, but I intend to finish it soon!

Snippet #2 is from chapter 10 of CHFIL! That one was probably obvious🤣

Aaaaand snippet #3 is from an angsty Valentine’s Day Miraculous fic I started awhile ago! I still like the concept so I’d like to finish it eventually....maybe when the show comes back and I have more motivation, lol!

THANKS FOR THE ASK @inkjackets!!

#ask game #omg i have an ask!!#inkjackets #cadence rambles #cadence writes

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cherry-ber · 4 years

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Too drunk to fuck pt.9

Previous | Part one

Whatever that text was supposed to mean, you didn't care. You purposely ignored and avoided Mark the whole week, and after a few ignored messages, he gave up, and seemed to understand what you were probably thinking, every day Jaemin walked you home -because then you'd spend more time together than if he drove, he said- after a day in school with your new friends, and every day promised to be better than the last one. Friday came sooner than expected, and you got up earlier to dress extra special, tonight's dinner with Jaemin and your parents, although excited, made you incredibly anxious. So many things could go wrong.

When the classes were over, Jaemin was waiting for you outside of your classroom, holding your hand and giving you a sweet kiss as soon as he saw you. He carried your bag as you walked to his car, before you were home for dinner, he figured it would be nice to have a real first date, not a risky late night trip or an awkward meeting with your parents. He'd never done that, dating had never been important for him, he was too busy, and too invested with his deals and his friends, no time for girls and feelings at all, but he did a great job at planning, though. He took you to a museum, fair enough, you had to go as an assignment from Art class, but when you asked him to be your museum date, he was absolutely into it, then he took you to an ice cream parlor, a cute one, with the prettiest walls and decorations, and the best ice cream you've ever had. He took you flower picking, and to a park with lots of dogs being walked, and finally back home, just in time for you to be earlier than your parents. He greeted them politely, and your father was happy to see him again. Jaemin looked as handsome as he always did, but putting on his good boy persona, he looked softer and nicer than he usually did. His hair was pushed back, and he was wearing a light, baby blue sweater, that matched your baby blue, princess dress, your mom wasted no time mentioning how cute it was that you wore matching outfits, although it was actually a big casualty you did.

They had many, too many, questions for him. How you two met, how long you'd been friends, what classes you had together, what did the rest of your friends do, what did he want to do for a leaving, what were his plans after school. Jaemin handled every single question and gave an answer to every question that astonished your parents.

Jaemin's phone received a bunch of calls, he never picked up, arguing that if it were truly important, no one would really call him, but when your parents stood up the table for a couple minutes, and he finally had time to check his phone, all the calls were Mark's, but he left no message, and your date assumed it was, probably, not important at all. Usually, at least some months ago, on Fridays they'd be going to the abandoned warehouse, get drunk and have a race, or maybe they'd be shoplifting, attending their clients and playing dumb when they got caught, and although Jaemin, and the rest of his friends, knew it was bad, a tiny particle in his mind is telling him that he should be doing that right know. There's a part of them that has accepted the path they started walking so long ago, and it's a shame that they did, since the could be doing so much better.

After the food, and the awkward, intrusive, questions were out of the table, Jaemin suggested you went to Jeno's place again, and because you had no interest in staying home, you agreed, asked your parents permission to be home, and reluctantly they said yes, although you knew they agreed basically because Jaemin is too convincing, and too likeable.

He drove with the windows down, which made the chilly air play with his hair, giving him this absolutely attractive, messy hairstyle, and then all you wanted to do was to make him stop and kiss him while you ran your fingers through his hair. The annoying ringtone of your phone got your mind back to where you were sitting, and looking at the notification bar, you notice how many texts from Mark you got all day long, last one being received in thus exact moment.

“Friday, 7:15 a.m, Mark ♡:

hey”

“can we meet today?”

“Friday, 8:30 a.m, Mark ♡:

are you free after this period?”

“Friday, 9:48 a.m, Mark♡:

are you okay?”

“Y/N”

“???”

“Friday, 2:45 p.m, Mark♡:

are you at home”

“did I do something wrong?”

“Friday, 4:04 p.m, Mark ♡:

I think you hate me?”

“wait”

“you're with jaemin right?”

“Friday, 6:36 p.m, Mark ♡:

So i saw jaemin driving”

“And i was about to get close”

“and then i see you on the passenger side”

“you couldve replied, yk”

“Friday, 7:19 p.m, Mark ♡:

Ans know im fucking drunkk”

“fuck yOu”

“actually no”

“Friday, 8:58 p.m, Mark ♡:

hu sorry im liken really rly drunk”

“im at jenooossssss'”

“ypu should comeb too”

By the time you finished reading, it was too late, Jaemin had already parked, and when the men inside noticed, all of them, except Mark, came out to greet him, and when they saw you, they couldn't look happier. They urged you inside, but before you could get to the living room with them, Jeno stopped you and Jaemin.

“So, look, Mark is... Kinda sensitive right now” he looks into his direction, Mark sitting on the floor, with his head head resting on Renjun's lap, he's laughing and smiling and rubbing his hands on the carpet “I don't know what he had, he's drunk but, I think he might be high too”

Jaemin makes an effort to keep his annoyance unseen, remembering that every time Mark drinks, it's a mistake, a mistake that he's gonna have to solve.

“Just” Jeno knows, Jeno can read Jaemin like a book, and although he agrees that they shouldn't be the ones caring after his oldest friend, he can't let him alone whenever he needs them “don't mind him, he's saying weird shit, he's harmless”

Jeno sits in the couch next to Renjun, trying to block Mark's view of you, but when you walk in, holding Jaemin's hand, he loses it. His laugh is insanely loud, and it's almost scary, making Jaemin squeeze your hand harder between his, and he grabs someone's drink and takes it in a single sip, you can tell it was strong, because of the face he's making. Suddenly, everyone in the room is uncomfortable, waiting for someone to make the next move.

After minutes of staring at the wall in front of him, Mark stands up, tumbling when he does, and walks closer to you, stopping when you are just a few centimeters away from him. Jaemin reacts immediately, pushing Mark away from you, and putting himself between you two. Mark giggles, he looks innocent, and when you're about to apologize to him, that sweet look disappears.

“Are you really gonna let her get between us?” he asks jaemin, arrogance in his tone, and absolutely spiteful when he looks at you.

“You're drunk, go home” all eyes are on them both, but no one really dares to interfere.

“Is that all you're going to say?” he walks closer to Jaemin, and although he wishes that Mark doesn't do anything else, he's ready for whatever he tries “is that it, huh? I give you a home when you need it, a job, money, my time” he grabs Jaemin by the collar of his shirt “I let you into my life” Renjun rushes to you, dragging you out of the room, meanwhile Jeno and Donghyuck try to get Mark and Jaemin away from each other.

Everything happened too fast, and you can't even complain when Renjun walks you upstairs to Jeno's room and locks the door. You can hear the screaming from downstairs and there's nothing you can do to help. Your mom couldn't have possibly chosen a worst time to call, lying, you tell her that as soon as the movie you're watching is over, Jaemin will drive you back home.

Jisung and Chenle are leaving, after Renjun insisted that they shouldn't be there, although they are worried, they know there's not much they can do, and promise to be ready if something else happens, they say you goodbye from the porch, and offer to walk you home, but you know you can't leave just yet.

Jeno was successful in calming Jaemin down, but Mark wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted, Donghyuck and Renjun getting tired of dealing with him, but doing it anyway because the idea of what could come next was too scary. Jaemin unlocks the door, and brings you back down, with Jeno and himself protecting you from whatever Mark could try, going outside and into his car. Jeno apologizes to the both of you, and runs back inside.

Jaemin doesn't speak in the whole way back home, when he stops, he opens the door for you, walks you to the door, and says sorry when you open the door. You can only shake your head and give him a kind smile, hoping that he understands what you are trying to say. He drives away, but instead of going home, as you wished he did, he takes the way back to the mess, you watch him drive off, and you can only hope that things don't end up too bad.

“Saturday, 1:26 a.m, unknown number:

Don't panic, but Mark's in the hospital”

next♡

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A.N: well that escalated quickly 😳

HeyyYYYyYy I'm finally bringing this back, after, well, i got notes from the whole series again. I hope you're having a good time guys, be healthy, be safe.

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morizukorn · 3 years

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Aspiring Heroes Chapter 4 is out!

So just like what I said on my previous post, I will update Chapter 4 in 2 weeks which is right now, it’s my way of making up to you guys, I will probably start updating every 2 weeks but I’m still not sure cause it depends on what my schedule will be but I’ll make sure to update this fic. Enjoy Chapter 4!

Rating - T

Title - Aspiring Heroes

Genre - Action, Fantasy

Summary - A girl born with a powerful quirk sets foot in the most prestigious school for hero training to be a hero.

Preview Chapter 4: The Trial Begins

Ikoaru Akamine's POV

The Quirk Apprehension Test finally came to a close and now the ranking results that Nezu-sensei mentioned earlier are gonna be shown to us, everyone's very nervous.

"I'm sure you've all been waiting for this..." Sensei said, he then clicked a button from the remote device he was holding and a hologram chart appeared.

I'm not expecting very high... But. I hope I'll be at an average number...

And one by one our names appeared by number, revealing the ranking results. My eyes were so focused on finding my name, hoping to at least rank at the average number, the confidence I have was high until I saw my name...

Quirk Apprehension Test Ranking:

1st. Daichi Haru

2nd. Shizue Suzu

3rd. Daenyria Reiko

4th. Oka Doryoku

5th. Niikura Eizo

6th. Hirano Meishu

7th. Furuse Chishi

8th. Azelia Eire

9th. Ryu Arashi

10th. Kumei Chou

11th. Tobe Masutano

12th. Laurel Yoshe

13th. Murvin Yureru

14th. Aries Seka

15th. Fukuda Takeo

16th. Noya Tetsuo

17th. Ikoaru Akamine

18th. Yuki Aoyama

19th. Uozumi Shiryoku

20th. Yano Rezan

"17th..." I-I was expecting a bit higher but I understand, I only did great on the softball test, I'm sure that's the only reason why I didn't get the last place.

17th place is not that bad, the important thing is that I finally know how to use my quirk...

*cries internally*

Suddenly a lot of steam appear before my eyes. "W-what the..." I coughed. I looked to where it came from and it's just beside me. It's Eizo and the steam are coming out from his nostrils and right ear.

"F-fifth... How disappointing, I should've done better!" Eizo yelled as he used his finger as a vacuum to suck the steam he created.

"Disappointed? You're at 5th place!" I said, very confused.

"I know, I should've done better to be at the first spot!"

"Eizo, you're 12 numbers ahead from what I got, you did great."

He paused into a realization. "You're right, I appreciate that Ikoa-chan. But. I have to do better!" he yelled once more.

"Oh, Eizo..."

Looking around, everyone had mixed reactions from their rankings, some were boastful, others were just calmed and some are just happy from what they got. Sensei was looking at us joyfully before he walked into the middle of the stage, capturing our attention.

"Everyone! I just want to say that you all have done very well, be proud of yourselves," Sensei said.

"Thank you Sensei!" we shouted. We felt the deep appreciation he has for us.

Daichi said that this is a competition, for me it's not, we all are thriving for the same goal cause we all want to improve.

And as everyone's calming down, the bell rang. Finally, it's lunchtime!

"Make sure you all will take this time to eat and rest, fill up your energies cause we will get busier at the hero training. Class dismissed!" Sensei announced before leaving the room.

After this will be the hero training, I already feel tired...

I shoved my head down on the table.

"Heyyyyyyyy!" Mei bubbled while waving her head left and right. She appeared out of nowhere, very energetic cause she got 10th place in the rankings.

"I'm so tired Mei..." I grumbled.

"Same here," Eizo added as he slammed his metalhead on the table.

"That's why it's lunchtime! So stand all your ass up, we're going to the cafeteria!"

"Wait. We?" I asked.

"Yeah," Mei replied.

I felt something different in her response which made me smile. My body doesn't want to move, but yeah, it's lunchtime, I'm hungry! I slapped my face and stood from my seat. "Alright let's go!" I said.

"Finally Ikoaru's ready, Eizo your turn! Raise those vibranium asses of yours already!"

Eizo's eye glowed in red again, this time Mei's forehead is where it's aiming at.

"Vibranium huh..." Eizo muttered.

"Hehehe, he hates being teased at..." Mei whispered.

Mei's desperate attempt to make us go with her was successful, we reached the cafeteria and to our disappointment, there are many people in line.

"No... I'm so hungry..." I cried.

"I told you we should've gone earlier," Mei said.

"We'll just have to wait then..." Eizo said.

I've gone to a separate line from the two, where my desired food is being sold.

It feels just like yesterday, I was here, waiting... WAIT!

I looked around the cafeteria in a full alert on my surroundings, the whole place is remodeled, no traces of damages from yesterday and no sign of any possible accident, Shizue is also not here.

Everything's going fine now, I should not worry anymore...

"Good Afternoon! What will you eat today!?" Lunch Rush suddenly asked.

"Oh sorry! Pork stew please!" I immediately answered.

I was so lost in my thoughts...

"Alright! One pork stew for the powerful girl from yesterday, coming up!" the pro hero announced.

Powerful girl?

As I received my meal, I quickly headed out in embarrassment and went straight to where Eizo and Mei are seated.

"You okay?" Eizo asked as he took a bite from his chicken.

"Yeah, I just can't help but remember what happened here yesterday," I answered, taking a small bite on my pork stew.

"I guess you were traumatized from Shizue," Mei commented.

"No, well not really. What happened yesterday was just unexpected that's why..."

"Hmmm, well Ikoaru, you should get used to it cause that won't be the only day you'll experience something like that... Like today. Later on, is our Hero Training period and from what I heard, there will be battles involved."

"Battles!? Already!?" I surprisingly asked.

"That's true, Ikoa-chan, I mean from what we heard. But we're sure that's how it will go," Eizo acknowledged.

"But I don't know how to fight nor I haven't even mastered my quirk yet!"

"Oh! You don't have to worry. Why did you ask? Because your senpai is here to give you a piece of very helpful combat advice!" Mei proudly said.

"Really Mei...?" I said in pure admiration.

"Yes! But during this time don't just call me Mei. It's MEI-SENPAI!"

"Hai! MEI-SENPAI!"

Eizo is looking at us in such disappointment. "Oh boy..." he commented.

"Shut up Eizo!" Mei quickly shouted.

She then took a very deep breath and stood from her seat and continued, "Okay, 1st tip: always remember to be alert on your surroundings and if you ever felt the enemies presence near you..."

Mei is pointing at Eizo, pretending he's the enemy. She immediately readies her hands, doing so many weird fighting stances.

"You have to hit them with a damaging blow! Like this one, I call this... the BUTTERFLY CHOP!" Mei shouted with such dedication.

"You're really gonna do that...?" Eizo said.

Mei gave him a challenging stare, she raised her hand on a karate chop pose then... "HIYYYAAAAAAA!!!" Mei shouted with full force from her hands as she's about to hit Eizo.

Eizo's right eye instantly glowed in full red, he made a quick smirk, quickly moving his metal arm to where Mei's butterfly chop is about to hit.

"THANNNNGGGGGG!!!" And at that moment, Mei hit a vibranium...*HIGH PITCHED BUTTERFLY SCREECHING!!!*

Mei's screeching caused everyone at the cafeteria to look at us. "WAHAHAHAHA!" Eizo laughed sadistically as Mei trembles on the floor.

These two... And Eizo, I never knew he has this side...

I looked at Mei who's basically on the floor like a dead mosquito, with her hand glowing in red.

This is so embarrassing... And the fact that I'm involved in this really damages my reputation in this cafeteria.

Mei already has teary eyes as we help her get up, Eizo's still giggling. We finished our meal then head straight to the clinic, and thankfully Mei's hand was treated.

"This was Eizo's fault!" Mei said as bandages are being applied to her hand.

"You're the one who planned on hitting me!" Eizo said.

I just stood there, not knowing what to do with these two meanwhile, Recovery Girl's face tells me that she's done with both of them. "Nothing changed from both of you ever since the entrance exam," Recovery girl commented.

And the two finally calmed down. The treatment was done and successful, we exited the clinic and the bell rang just in time. Mei kept on revenging at Eizo with her butterfly chop but very weakly whom Eizo just ignore as we walked back to the classroom.

We finally got inside the classroom. Everybody is already settled, quietly seated while waiting for the hero training teacher to come, all our thoughts can't help but imagine who the perfect pro hero teacher to enter the front door.

"I wonder who'll be our teacher???" a classmate wondered.

"There are actually pro heroes from before that studied here then also becomes a teacher here," another classmate commented.

"Who knows? Maybe our teacher will be one of the alumni heroes like Best Jeanist or even... ALL MIGHT!"

All Might, the no. 1 Pro hero, who holds the title of Symbol of Peace, everyone would want him to become their teacher, and if he ever is our teacher then I might even learn to be a great pro hero like he is...

Suddenly a loud knocking sound was heard from the door.

"Who could that be?!"

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Heyyyyyyyy quin, im gonna rant at you for a bit, because im fucking done with this bullshit!!! So, as of right now, my father's plan is to force me to redo freshman year, wether i want to or not(surprise surprise! i don't) He concluded this after taking one look at my grades from this year(four ds, one two as, two bs. not what i would consider good but thats not the poINT HERE) His exact words were "you are redoing your 9th grade year. its just a question of when." 1/idontfuckingknow

(Gonna paste the rest of your asks here. Tw: suicide mention)

Now, i, having already had a slightly toned-down version of this bloody conversation with my mother, did not have the patience for this shit. The following argument goes aproxxamately as follows,(this is a paraphrased version) beginning with me: "No. No, i already had this fucking conversation, im not redoing a year." "What POSSIBLE ARGUMENT COULD YOU HAVE for me to think so??" silence. "Do you ASPIRE to be a waitress?? Maybe a hairdresser" nothing. It only gets worse frome here. 2/??

"How much EFFORT DID YOU PUT INTO FUCKING THIS UP??" Now, lets stop here for a moment. What the fuck is my father, the man who's jizz became me, trying to pull? Anyway, my response was bewildered at best and full on APPALLED AND ENRAGED at worst: "you think i fucking- what makes you- I PUT EFFOR- THATS THESTUPIDESTSHITVIE EVERFUCKINGHEARD!??!!!! WHAT makes you think i DID IT ON PURPOSE??????" "THIS- *waves my report card in my face, wildly* MAKES ME THINK YOU DID IT ON PURPOSE." 3/4maybe5or6idk

Now, ive been trying, oh have i been trying, to get it through this man's head FOR YEARS, that i would never get bad grades on purpose. That should be a given right??? Anyway, he waves the paper in my face, and i (justly) had tears in my eyes. This is the angriest ive seen my father, which is saying a fucking lot, and hes about 8 inches from me, looking me DEAD IN THE FACE. And I have tears in my eyes. I was terrified, and im pretty sure i looked terrified. But did he care? mmmnotreally! 4/???

Ok, im not sure what else exactly he said(other than, sprinkled in there, that I manipulated my mother[no,] and that i 'couldve not shown up to class and still wouldntve done this bad') but either way, he walked away, saying "You WILL NOt be a sophomore at [my school] next year. we arent doing this again." *john mulaney voice* now, we don't have time to unpack all of that, If my father didn't give a shit about me before, he definitely doesn't now. This just fucking confirms it for me. 5/6

Actually, let me rephrase. He, no, BOTH of my parents don't give a shit about my mental health. They care about my grades because, if they turn out good, this tells them theyve done something right. They only give a shit about me if it benefits them, in that way or otherwise. This is what I've figured out. Honestly, i think im gonna have to tell him that ill fucking kill myself if im forced to redo freshman year. At this point, its the only way to get it through his head. 6/fuckigottadoonemore

And, at this point, im not even sure that if i said that, I'd be lying. In fuCKING conclusion, my parents do not give a shit. They don't give A SHIT, about how much BEING HELD BACK, is gonna FUCKING AFFECT ME, THEY JUST WANT MY GRADES TO BE BETTER SO THEY CAN FEEL BETTER ABOUT THEM-FUCKING-SELVES. I'm done now.

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Wow, that sounds stressful as all hell... also your parents sound like mine. I can’t stand parents who put blame on their kid for their mental health or struggles. They don’t need the burden of thinking it’s their fault ON TOP OF the burden of actually dealing with that shit! Is it possible to talk to a counselor at school about not wanting to repeat the year? Those grades qualify you to move on, don’t they? I’d be as pissed as you if my dad tried to do that. It’s your education. My parents have screamed at me about grades many a time, and I FEEL your pain. The way they’re acting is unhealthy for you, and I’m so so sorry you have to go through it. Telling you your future has no potential unless you do what they say is manipulative bullshit.

"How much EFFORT DID YOU PUT INTO FUCKING THIS UP??" OH MY GOD if I had an ant for every time my parents said this to me I could make an ant colony strong enough to take over the world. It is NOT okay. Suggesting that your work is a failure in the first place is awful, but adding in that you did it on purpose is a terrible parenting excuse because they think it reflects on them. That shit will mess you up. I still struggle to remember that me having trouble with something doesn’t make it my fault. I used to believe them and blame myself for every break I took. Playing a video game? Could’ve been studying. Reading a book? Should have asked for extra credit. All of that is ridiculous and harmful to any kid or adult. Let’s get one thing clear: it is NOT. YOUR. FAULT. And another: grades are not a measurement of effort, intelligence, or worth. They’re structured poorly and the entire school system desperately needs revamping. Your future is not doomed regardless of your grades.

Your dad saying you “'couldve not shown up to class and still wouldntve done this bad'” is ABHORRENT. Telling you that you not trying at all is better than any efforts you make is just so profoundly fucked up, pardon my French. Also, completely wrong.

“BOTH of my parents don't give a shit about my mental health. They care about my grades because, if they turn out good, this tells them theyve done something right. They only give a shit about me if it benefits them, in that way or otherwise.“ My parents are the same way. They only care about whether something makes them look good or bad. You are NOT their trophy to show off as though your achievements are their own, and you are NOT some shameful thing for them to treat poorly. You are, always have been, and always will be, your own person.

I’m gonna use a quote from a show that hits me really hard and I feel that every child of awful parents needs to hear. “I’m... sorry. I’m sorry your parents don’t care enough. You have every right to be angry. But you deserve to be happy.” You have been through so much, and your anger is absolutely justified. And yet, that doesn’t mean you can’t or won’t be happy. You deserve better than anger. You deserve to be happy. “And I hope you can find that... even if it’s not today.”

“Honestly, i think im gonna have to tell him that ill fucking kill myself if im forced to redo freshman year. At this point, its the only way to get it through his head. And, at this point, im not even sure that if i said that, I'd be lying.” I have been there, so I’ll be 100% honest with you. If your parents are anything like mine -- and it sounds like they are -- telling them you’ll kill yourself still won’t get through to them. In fact, it might make them take you even less seriously if they see you using it as leverage. Kids of parents that don’t take mental health seriously often drive themselves further into depression as a cry for help (not by their own fault) that’s perpetuated by never being heard. I got worse and worse (tw suicide ment) and I told my parents I was having suicidal thoughts. They just saw it as lazy and selfish and overreacting. I spiraled deeper. Then, when I made an attempt, my mom was furious, screaming at me and threatening me because I could’ve messed up her gun. “If you really want to be dead, ask me and I’ll gladly do it for you. At least I know how to use a fucking gun right.”

I could go on with the rest of that story, but I’ll sum it up by saying: I got help. I got better. I realized that if they wouldn’t care about me, I would. I knew what I was feeling was real. I knew I needed help if I wanted to survive. And now, I’ve found real happiness and more stability. Mental health issues don’t go away easily, and I know it’s not the same for everyone, but working on them is so worth it. I promise it can get better. People like to think of happiness as a long-term thing, but life will always have its ups and downs... I still have down days. I won’t pretend I don’t still have a lot to work through. But I am, finally, okay. I never knew “okay” could be the default, or how okay life could be. And it’s amazing. Happy happens a lot more now, and depression is smaller and manageable. I know you’re stuck where you are for now, and may not have access to professional help. But please... Please care about yourself, even if your parents don’t. I care about you. You deserve to, too.

I’ve had so many moments that I felt were the last straw, that I couldn’t handle any more, that I was broken or ruined or doomed, but even then I somehow managed to survive. And I can honestly say I am so, so glad that I did. Please don’t let your parents ruin that for you. It’s not your fault for where you are. And it’s not where you’ll be forever. No matter what happens in this situation, whether it’s repeating the grade or moving on to the next, I believe that you can make it through. You are so fucking strong for making it this far. I know you might not believe me, but try to trust me. You. Deserve. Better. And even if it sucks right now, you absolutely can get there.

#I believe in you danny #tw suicide #tw suicide mention #tw suicidal ideation #tw abuse #tw emotional manipulation #tw emotional abuse #swearing

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