#i've been preparing my family for the thought that I might not find a partner. i might not (most probably) want to have kids.
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Lucy Bronze x Aussie reader don't mined mabye they have a kid together and reader put the kid in a aussie top and shows lucy and the lioness. Don't mind. Thank you 😊
the matildas' littlest fan - lucy bronze
pairing: lucy bronze x fem!reader
warnings: none
author’s note: so sorry if it’s something you expected! i used to learn aussie slang when i was a massive 5sos fan but i have forgotten it but hopefully it’s readable 🩷
The sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the coastal city of Sydney. In a cosy apartment overlooking the beach, Y/N was preparing dinner for her family. She had always been a passionate fan of women's football and the highlight of her day was watching her favourite player, Lucy Bronze, in action. Little did she know that her life was about to take an unexpected turn.
As Y/N stirred a pot of bubbling spaghetti sauce, her partner Lucy emerged from their living room, cradling their eleven-month-old son, Finn, in her arms. Lucy had a smile that could light up the room, her striking green eyes shimmering with happiness. She gently passed Finn to Y/N and her heart swelled with love as she held her precious son.
"Hey there, my lovely bubby," Y/N cooed, planting a gentle kiss on his tiny forehead. "Did Mummy wear you out today?"
Lucy chuckled and joined Y/N at the kitchen island.
"He can be a handful, that's for sure. But I wouldn't have it any other way."
Y/N and Lucy had met during the Women's World Cup a few years ago. Y/N was a dedicated fan of the Matildas, and Lucy, a star of the England national team, had instantly caught her eye. Fate had brought them together when they crossed paths at a post-match celebration. Sparks flew, and the rest, as they say, was history.
Over time, their love deepened and they decided to start a family. They had chosen to settle down in Australia, blending their two worlds together in a beautiful way. Y/N was thrilled to have Lucy and Finn by her side every day.
As dinner simmered on the stove, Y/N placed Finn in his high chair and fastened the Matildas bib around his chubby neck. She couldn't help but marvel at how much he resembled his mother, with his blond hair and big blue eyes. As she spoon-fed him his pureed vegetables, she couldn't help but dream about the future.
"You know, Lucy," Y/N began, "I can't wait to take Finn to his first Matildas match. I want him to grow up knowing how amazing ladies are and how they can shape the future. We need to teach him from an early age."
Lucy's eyes sparkled with pride and she leaned over to plant a loving kiss on Y/N's cheek.
"That sounds perfect, Y/N. I can't wait to see our little guy in Matildas gear, cheering for you and your team. Obviously, we are not forgetting the Lionesses kit when we are playing against some other team."
Y/N grinned and gently wiped Finn's mouth. "I've got something I think you will like too," she said mysteriously, reaching under the kitchen island and pulling out another Matildas shirt she had kept away from Lucy, for a banter.
Lucy's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Where did you find that?"
Y/N explained that she had ordered it online, secretly planning to surprise Lucy with it. She had been waiting for the perfect moment, and it seemed like now was the right time.
Lucy held the shirt in her hands, her fingers tracing the Matildas logo. She was touched by Y/N's thoughtful gesture.
"This is incredible and hilarious at the same time, my love. Finn will look properly handsome in this!"
Y/N chuckled. "I thought it might be a nice way to introduce him to his Aussie heritage. And maybe, just maybe, we can convince some of the Lionesses to come watch a Matildas game with us."
Lucy's face lit up with excitement. "That would be brilliant! I can't wait to share that experience with our little family."
As dinner wound down, Finn grew sleepy and Y/N took him to his nursery for bedtime. Lucy watched them go with a contented smile, realizing that she had found her forever home with Y/N and Finn.
In the dimly lit nursery, Y/N rocked Finn gently, singing a lullaby. She couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the life they had built together. Finn's tiny hand clutched onto her finger and she knew that, no matter what, their love would continue to grow and flourish.
Back in the living room, Lucy gazed out of the window at the shimmering ocean, lost in her own thoughts. She had never imagined that her journey would lead her to this beautiful corner of the world, where love and family had become the most precious things in her life.
With a heart full of love and anticipation, Lucy knew that the adventure of raising Finn with Y/N was only just beginning. Together, they would create countless memories, share their love for football and celebrate the unity of their two worlds. And in that moment, as the sun set over the Sydney skyline, she couldn't have asked for anything more.
As weeks turned into months, Lucy and Y/N continued to nurture their son, watching him grow and discover the world around him. Finn was an adorable bundle of curiosity, his bright eyes full of wonder at every new experience. He would gurgle and giggle as he watched his parents play football in the backyard, inspiring dreams of his own future on the pitch.
One evening, as the family gathered around the television to watch a Matildas match, Lucy couldn't help but think about their plans to attend a live game. The Matildas were scheduled to play an important friendly match against the USA Women's National Team and it was the perfect opportunity for Finn to experience the excitement of the stadium.
Y/N had managed to secure tickets and the anticipation was building. They knew that the match would be a spectacle, a showcase of top-tier women's football talent. And to make it even more special, Y/N had heard that some of the Lionesses were in Australia during their break from the international calendar.
The day of the match finally arrived, and the family couldn't contain their excitement. They dressed Finn in his Matildas shirt and he looked utterly adorable, a tiny supporter of the Australian team. With a Matildas flag in hand, Y/N, Lucy and little Finn made their way to the stadium, joining the sea of green and gold-clad fans.
The atmosphere was electric, with fans from both sides passionately cheering on their respective teams. The Matildas played brilliantly, showcasing their skills and determination. Although Finn did not understand a thing, Lucy and Y/N were seeing Finn's emotions being captivated by the action on the pitch, his eyes following the players' moves.
During halftime, as Y/N took Finn to the concourse for a quick diaper change, they crossed paths with a few familiar faces. It was a group of Lionesses - Leah Williamson, Jordan Nobbs and Keira Walsh - who were enjoying the game as spectators. Lucy recognised them from her time with the England national team and she couldn't resist striking up a conversation.
"Luce, you absolute silly sausage!" Leah exclaimed with a smile. "Glad to see you here! I see you have brought the whole fam here? Little Finn and of course, the gorgeous Y/N!"
Lucy beamed with pride as she introduced Finn to her former teammates. "Yes, haha - we have our little own Matildas supporter. group here as you all know and remember that Y/N is born and bred here. We couldn't miss this match and it's a fantastic opportunity for FInn to experience the excitement of women's football from such a young age."
The Lionesses were delighted to meet Finn and hugged Lucy and Y/N. They chatted about the game, exchanged stories and posed for photos with Finn, making it a memorable experience for the young family.
When they returned to their seats for the second half, Lucy couldn't help but feel the warmth of the football community and the unity that transcended borders. They watched the remainder of the match, filled with a renewed appreciation for the sport they loved.
As the final whistle blew, and the Matildas celebrated their victory, Finn clapped his tiny hands, as if he knew that he had just witnessed something special. Lucy and Y/N shared a look of joy and gratitude, knowing that they were creating a lifetime of memories for their son and cementing his love for the beautiful game.
And in that moment, with the cheers of the crowd ringing in their ears, Lucy and Y/N couldn't have asked for anything more. Their journey as a family, built on love, football and unity, was just beginning and they couldn't wait to see where it would take them next.
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New wonder kid- Fermin Lopez
These last few months have been absolutely crazy and there was absolutely no warning or time to prepare. My boyfriend Fermin has played football for his entire life and he has been under Barcelonas academy for a long time as well. Over the preseason he began training with the first team which was a huge achievement for him and I was so incredibly proud but I could never have predicted what it would lead to. Fermin went on the preseason tour expecting to maybe get a few minutes at the end of games which he did but no one expected him to burst onto the scene and play so well. When he scored in the Classico I was so excited and proud of him I couldn't sleep that night. Since preseason Fermin has been with the first team for every game and I've never seen him so motivated every day when he goes to training.
As much as it has been wonderful to see Fermin finally achieving his dreams all of this has brought about a lot of changes in our lives. The two of us have been together for a long time and him playing football has never really been a big deal sure he has training a lot and I will go to his games but it's never been more than that. Now with the media getting involved things have just spiralled out of control. People are always stopping Fermin in the street and asking him to sign things while he is driving to training. The change happened so quickly it's been hard to keep up let alone to cope with it all. Before we would happily go our together to do things or go on dates just like any other couple but now I'm too scared of what might happen to even go outside with Fermin.
I have always just been a normal girl I went to school like everyone else and now I am studying at university. There is absolutely nothing interesting about me whatsoever my family don't have loads of money and they don't have hugely important jobs we are all just a normal family. This is why I'm so scared of being seen with my own boyfriend now as I just know people are going to try and find out everything they can about me and judge me for being a normal person. I have also never been a big fan of social media sure I use it occasionally but my life isn't on there so the thought of people possibly taking pictures of me and Fermin out together and putting them on social media scares me as then everything is out of my control.
With Fermin's new schedule the two of us haven't had as many date nights as we usually would and when we do they are always us just chilling in the apartment together. This has been perfect as it has meant I haven't had to tell Fermin about my stupid fears or have him think I don't want to be with him anymore because I really do. However my luck is running out as recently Fermin has been begging me to go to one of the games and I'm beginning to run out of excuses, saying I have work to do can only get me so far before he starts to get suspicious. There is another home game this weekend which he has been begging me to go to as he scored in the teams last game and he wants me to be there to finally watch him play on the big stage in person. All week I've been telling Fermin that I would try and get my work done in time to be able to go which is just a coverup for me to either gather the confidence or come up with a better excuse, neither of which are going well.
I had the day off of classes today so I have been working on assignments and just sitting and thinking for most of the day. I finished some of my work and have been chilling on my phone looking at football gossip pages which only makes me more anxious about my situation as I see what fans say about players rumours partners and wonder what they would say about me as I'm not a model like most other girl. Just as I was beginning to go down a deep rabbit hole the door opened and a tired looking Fermin came in.
"Hi amor how was your day?" I asked
"It was good but training was long and hard today" he said
"How about you relax and I make us some dinner, what do you fancy?" I asked
"Can we just sit for a bit first I've missed spending time with you" he said
"Of course come and cuddle with me" I smiled opening my arms for him
He laid down on my chest and I began to run my fingers through his hair which usually relaxes him but I could feel he was still a little tense which meant there was something on his mind still. Fermin is one of those who can worry about a lot of little things thats one of the things we are alike in so overtime I've learnt to know when its something I should be concerned about and when it isn't and this seems like something I should ask about.
"What's on your mind Fer?" I asked
"Do you still love me?" He asked right back
"What of course I do I love you so much why do you ask" I said
"I just feel like you don't want to be around me anymore you used to always come to my games and now I can't get you to even come to one" he said
"Oh amor I'm sorry if I made you feel like that but the reason is because I'm nervous everyone knows who you are now and thats great but I don't know if I'm comfortable with all the attention it would garner if we went out together" I explained
"So you still want to go places with me you are just scared" he questioned
"Yeah I've seen what fans say about all these models other players are dating and I'm just a normal person I'm not anything special so I don't even want to know what they would have to say about me" I said
"I understand carino but I promise you that no matter what people think I know my feelings for you and nothing will change that I want to show you off and bring you along on this journey too so please come to the game this weekend I promise I'll do everything I can to protect you" he said
"I trust you so I'll got but I can't promise that I won't be nervous" I laughed
"I get that but I want you to have fun too" he said
"I will definitely have fun I always do when watching you" I said
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Today is finally match day and to be honest I think I'm more nervous than I am excited. This day has been on my mind all week and last night I didn't sleep at all because all I was thinking about was everything that could go wrong today and what people might be saying on social media after the game. I know it's such a stupid thing to worry about and in the grand scheme of things this moment won't matter especially when Fermin is celebrating winning trophies but right now it seems like a big deal. Before Fermin and I got together I was deeply insecure and he has helped me so much and now I'm in a much better place so I really don't want to go back but I can't control the comments and I certainly can't predict how I will cope with them.
Since he woke up Fermin has been trying to keep me distracted and reassure me that everything will be ok. He is doing everything he can but today he can't beat the demons that still live in the back of my brain. As much as I admired my fears to him I never told Fermin the full extent of my worries as he worries about me enough already and he needs to be focused for the game so I don't want him to have anything extra on his mind. If he knew he'd tell me that he doesn't care and he just wants to help me but I care about him too much to have him stressing about me when I can cope on my own.
The day felt like it went by at lightening speed and before I knew it Fermin was telling to to get ready as we needed to leave. Once we got in the car Fermin's hand grabbed mine straight away and he held it tightly squeezing it every now and then to reassure me. Most of the drive was fine but as we got close to the training ground there was a lot more fans in the streets who all had their phones out taking pictures and filming. That's when it really hit me that there is no going back now from now on I'll be known as Fermin's girlfriend and some people will actually care about what I do. I could feel myself getting more and more anxious as we got closer to the training centre and there was so many people on the pavements and in the road it was just very overwhelming.
Finally when the car stopped I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as well as I sigh of relief knowing that the worst part was over. I was so in my own world that I didn't hear Fermin talking to me until he put his hand on my cheek and turned me to face him. For some reason I expected him to be mad at me for not listening or for getting anxious but his expression was soft and his eyes had a loving look in them.
"Are you ok amor?" He asked
"I'm ok now that was intense I can't believe you deal with that everyday" I said
"You get used to it but do you promise you are ok" he said
"Yeah I promise thank you for holding my hand it made it a lot easier" I replied
With that he got out the car and ran around to open my door for me like he always does so we could head inside before the team head off to the stadium. Fermin got permission from Xavi to let me come on the coach with them because he didn't want me to have to go alone which I'm glad about as having to navigate the stadium on my own sounds stressful. He promised that he wouldn't leave me on my own at any point so when we got inside he text Gavi who was already ready to leave and he waited with me while Fermin got ready himself. I have known Gavi for the longest time but with him playing for the first team I don't get to see him as much as I used to so by actually going places with Fermin I should get to spend more time with some old friends.
"Good to see you again hermana how have you been? Gavi asked
"I've been good busy with school as usual what about you?" I replied
"Same as always I'm glad you agreed to come Fermin has been so happy ever since plus its nice to have you around" he said
"Thats sweet I'm glad he's excited" I smiled thinking about Fermin
"I know you're nervous but I promise everything will be fine the other girlfriends know you're coming and they can't wait to meet you plus once the fans get to know you there is no way they can hate you and if they do there is something wrong with them" he said
"Thanks gavi I really appreciate you saying that" I said
After that Fermin came rushing out and grabbed my hand again so we could get on the bus. The trip luckily wasn't long and once everyone was inside I met all of the other wives and girlfriends who were at the game and we all sat together getting to know each other. The longer I was there the more I began to relax as they have all been through this before and they are all ok and happy in their relationships which made the future seem not so scary. They were all so lovely and made me feel instantly welcome in the group they even added me to their group chat so we could all meet up at some point.
Before I knew it the game had begun and was over the team win and Fermin scored an important goal. I was so proud of him and I couldn't wait to see him so I rushed down to greet him after he was ready. As soon as I saw him I jumped into his arms which he wasn't expecting but he still managed to catch me and stay on his feet. I don't think either of us could have a bigger smile on our faces even if we wanted to I was so over the moon that he scored and he was so happy he could've done it with me there. Even when he scored he dedicated the goal to me like he always used to which made the moment so special to the point that I didn't care when the camera pointed towards me. I kissed him a few times before he put me down and we made it back outside to team bus so we could finally go home which I can't wait for as it's been a long day.
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As always Fermin's alarm woke me up even though it's Sunday because he's insane and likes to get up and go to the gym. Usually I go back to sleep straight away especially on a weekend but today I sat up and grabbed my phone because I wanted to look at what was being said after yesterday. I know Fermin posted a picture of us so that any rumours were cleared up straight away but I haven't seen it so I wanted to just look at everything. I had only just unlocked my phone when Fermin came back in from the bathroom and took it right out my hands.
"Sorry but I think it's best if you don't look at this today" he said
"I'll be fine I promise" I said trying to convince him to give my phone back
"Not happening I'm keeping home of this today and you can have it back when things have calmed down tomorrow if anything important happens I will tell you" he said
"Are things really that bad?" I asked
"No most comments are nice I just don't want you searching for the few bad comments" he says
"You know me too well" I laughed
"How about you come to the gym with me and we spend the day together so you are distracted plus I have missed your cuddles" he said
"I very much like that idea" I replied
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Since it’s the holidays, what would the peaky boys do if their SO knitted them a truly horrendous sweater and they have to pretend to like it so they don’t hurt her feelings
aw this is cute, I would highly encourage people to send more festive themed requests for both Peaky Blinders and Scream hehe <3
Tommy
🌿You're nervous about giving him this present because you spent so much time on it, and because you struggled to know what to get him? What do you get the wealthiest, most notorious gangster in the midlands? He can already buy himself whatever he likes...
🌿Thats why you chose something homemade... You worked for several months on this, knitting it whenever you had the opportunity to, it was something to fill the time and distract you from your nerves whenever he was away on Peaky Business
🌿And Tommy knows you're nervous, he can see it in your eyes. He also already knows what you've made for him (come on you didn't think you could keep a secret from this man?)
🌿So he's prepared. The ugliness doesn't surprise him because he's already spoilt the surprise, he found it two nights ago, before you had the opportunity to wrap it.
🌿He unwraps it carefully, he already knows exactly what he's going to say so as not to hurt your feelings. He's planned his "surprised" face in advance.
🌿"so this is what you've been doing whilst I've been away?" he chuckles giving you a warm smile. He holds it up, displays it to the rest of the family with a sheepish/knowing smile. He takes the L graciously and lets his brothers smirk
🌿but if anyone says anything rude or makes an actual joke... well, lets just say they've seen the warning in Tommy's eyes. They aren't going to say anything. In fact they're probably all going to swallow their laughs and cough and say something about how lovely it is.
🌿Tommy would kiss you on the cheek and thank you again, he'd probably say something about how thoughtful you are. He's actually very touched that you would go to all that effort to make something for him. It kind of makes him nostalgic for when he was a child and his mother used to knit them jumpers.
🌿 he's not exactly sure why you've done it though, it's not like you live on artillery square these days.. you could have bought anything with all the money the two of you have.
🌿still, he will wear it, inside the house, only in front of the family. And, he's already warned his brothers that if they tell anyone about the sweater, they're for it.
Alfie
🐻 Alfie finds it amusing, he unwraps the jumper and holds it up in front of his face and chuckles.
🐻 "You were feeling artistic this year my little ziskeit... well now ain't that just adorable... yeah thats what this is, fuckin adorable poppet..."
🐻 He's go on a long little speech about how beautiful it, admiring the craftsmanship, he'd ask you about the details of it, "what made you pick this colour... and why did you choose that pattern?"
🐻 He would wear it for the day, as long as it was just you and him.
🐻 Because he doesn't celebrate Christmas, he'd be at your house with your family, so of course he's going to wear it and compliment it, he doesn't want to look like a bad partner.
🐻 And if any of your family members, say you had an annoying little brother, said it was ugly or that it was a stupid gift, Alfie would stand up for you.
🐻 "Nah mate, what we have here right, what this gorgeous specimen of wool-work right here is, is a gift from the heart... and you know the thing about gifts yeah, gifts should always come from the heart."
🐻 He might also mutter something about them being a little shit. You may or may not get to hear that part.
🐻 He'd keep it safe for the next year and surprise you on Christmas morning by wearing it, "Alfie! I honestly thought you hated that thing!" "What this? Nah poppet, how could I hate something you put so much time and thought into...."
Arthur
🍂"what the fuck..." he'd breath without thinking when he first sees it. He'd be completely taken by surprise.
🍂but then he'd remember that you were right there with him and that even if this was the ugliest thing he'd ever seen, you'd made it for him
🍂so he'd cough and say something like, "I... I mean... you make this for me yourself love?" and then when you nod timidly, nervously, he'd force a big grin and act amazed.
🍂"I didn't realise how talented you were sweetheart, how'd you keep this secret eh?" he wants to know so that next time you try to surprise him with something so ugly, he can be prepared.
🍂 He would definitely wear it. He'd be embarrassed and it would be impossible for him to hide that embarrassment, his blush would be burning, but he'd wear it and he'd try to wear it proudly.
🍂 Like Tommy, it would remind him of when he was a child and his mother used to make their clothes for them. He knows it takes a lot of love and care to knit a whole jumper for someone and he'd grateful that you love him enough to invest so much time into his gift.
🍂 he probably then feels a little guilty for thinking its so ugly.
🍂 he might physically threaten Finn or John if they make a joke about how daft it looks.
John
🌼 will straight up tell you its the ugliest thing he's ever seen... he can't lie to you about it, he knows that if he doesn't say it someone else will, and also.... it may be ugly but he absolutely adores it.
🌼 in short he thinks its hilarious and pulls it on right away.
🌼 however, only he is allowed to laugh at it. If any of his brothers say anything to him about how stupid he looks wearing that "thing" he'll threaten to hit them
🌼 but there's no fighting on Christmas so a threat is all it takes. Nobody wants throttling at midnight when its technically not Christmas anymore.
🌼 he'd apologise to you for saying its ugly but he won't take it back, he'll kiss you and chuckle and say "honestly flower its so bad, I love it, I love you... thank you."
🌼 he will definitely tease you about it. "What am I getting next year? matching trousers I hope..."
🌼 he will be genuinely impressed that you managed to knit him a whole sweater thought, there will be a level of admiration and curiosity there. Next time you have your needles out he'll be watching you, trying to pretend he isn't watching you... but definitely watching you, kind of fascinated.
🌼 he'll joke that you should knit one for yourself too, then you can be matching.
Bonnie
🍀 He is so touched that you've gone to all the effort to make him something. You always give each other handmade gifts but he knows how long this will have taken you
🍀 he's pretty used to ugly sweaters... he's been getting them since he was wee, but he's really touched that you've made him one.
🍀 It definitely reminds him of his mother and the ugly handmedown sweaters he wore as a small boy, all of which had been made for his sisters by his mother, none of which suited him
🍀 He doesn't even really see it as ugly. It is ugly, everyone else can see that its fucking awful, a horrendous piece of clothing.. but Bonnie sees a sweater you knitted for him, that his little dove made just for him... so he thinks its great regardless.
🍀 of course he wears it. He wears it proudly too, tells people without any shame that you made it for him. He's genuinely incredibly pleased with it.
🍀 he will wear it every day of winter if he can get away with it.
🍀and if any of the other lads say anything to him he'll just gloat at them, "oh aye and what did your girlfriend get you eh? oh wait..."
🍀 the next year he'd try really really hard to learn how to knit so that he can make you something. You get an ugly scarf... thats a bit too long... that you have to finish off for him because he didn't really know how to do it.
Isaiah
🐀 again... he won't really be able to lie to you. Not very well at least.
🐀 he'll tell you it's lovely, but you'll be able to see straight through his awkward smile. Apart from anything else this is one of the first times you've seen him speechless. His eyes have gone wide and he's looking at the sweater like he thinks its about to bite him
🐀 "you don't have to pretend to like it Isaiah... It's pretty bad right..." you'd say with an awkward smile of your own. He'd be able to see the sadness in your eyes though, the way you're wincing and biting your lip. That would make him feel guilty so he'd shake his head and insist.
🐀 "no love, no it's perfect... you really made this all by yourself? Just for me? It must have taken you so long!" he'd try extra hard to convince you of how good it is. "Wish I could do stuff like this... you're one talented lass."
🐀 he'd wear it for five minutes. Long enough to see himself in the mirror, remember how stupid he looks in it, and then think of a genius idea.
🐀 "you know doll, you know what would look really nice? If you wore this? Come on, you know I think it's hot when you wear my clothes..."
🐀 and it does look much cuter on you... he thinks you're pretty enough to get away with wearing it. Nothing is too ugly for you, you look beautiful in everything.
🐀 makes it much easier to lie about how nice the sweater is when it's on someone as pretty as you.
Michael
☘️ He would look at it... his eyes would go wide... he'd shake his head...
☘️ he would sigh, really really trying not to say anything bad.
☘️ "well?" you'd ask nervously.
☘️ Polly would be watching with an amused smirk, but when he son still doesn't say anything she'd roll her eyes and she'd say something instead, "well isn't that just lovely Michael a homemade sweater! This looks just like the ones My sister used to knit for the boys when they were little..."
☘️ then Michael would finally find some words and cough, he'd be super awkward about it but he'd say something about how nice it was that you'd been so thoughtful
☘️ he doesn't get it though, he doesn't understand about homemade gifts being meaningful. He's a materialistic kind of lad and does wish you'd just bought him something nice from the stores.
☘️ however, he knows that if he doesn't out that sweater on and pretend its the best gift he's ever been given, Polly will twist his ear off and potentially kill him for being such an ungrateful shit.
☘️ so he'd force a smile and kiss your cheek and tell you "its marvellous love, its great, really great..." and when you ask him to try it on he will. But he won't wear it in front of Tommy and his other cousins. Actually he won't be seen wearing it by any one other than you and his mum.
☘️ he might lose it before the New Year.
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Lost Time
Tony x reader x Natasha
You loved being a mother.
Finding out you were pregnant was among one of the best days of your life. Right up there with marrying your husband and wife.
And both your partners had been thrilled to find out that after all your efforts, the three of you would be starting the family you had all dreamed about.
None of you had come from what was considered traditional families. Emotional abuse, physical abuse, and abandonment had traumatized all three of you at young ages.
But the three of you wanted a family. Wanted to right the wrongs of your pasts and be better than the parents you had been born to.
When the day came, you were buzzing from the excitement, barely feeling the contractions as you focused on preparing to meet your daughter.
Both Tony and Natasha stayed at your side throughout the entire twenty-two-hour ordeal. Neither of your partners had strayed even for a second, not even when you assured them it would be alright.
You gave birth to Eris Yelena Stark in a room surrounded by those you loved, promising your daughter she would always be loved.
You loved being pregnant, and you loved your daughter, but you didn't love the teething.
Eris couldn't sleep. Your poor girl was in pain and couldn't rest for even a moment. Ergo, no one else in the house was allowed to either.
"My love, c'mon, just take the ring. I promise it will help." You cooed, bouncing your sobbing daughter as you tried to get her to take the cold teething toy. "Sweet girl, I can't help you if you don't let me."
"Why don't you let me have a go?" Tony asked, watching you from the doorway of the kitchen. "You're exhausted." He mentioned.
"So are you." You countered. "You've been feeling sick for days, Tony, and you refuse to rest." You huffed at your husband's antics.
"Eh, I'll rest when I'm dead," Tony said, pushing off the doorframe.
"Don't joke." You narrowed your eyes at your husband as he approached the two of you.
"Sorry, hon." Tony gave you a small smile, his hand ghosting along the small of your back. "You know I'm only joking."
"I know. But my head hurts too much for jokes." You sighed as Eris let out another wail. "What are we doing wrong, Tony?"
"Nothing. We're not doing anything wrong, babe." Tony shook his head.
"Then why does our daughter hate us?" You asked, your shoulders tensing as the babe inhaled deeply. But Eris didn't scream, merely let out a whimper that had you and Tony sighing in relief.
"She doesn't hate us. She's just a tiny baby in a big world that she doesn't understand." Tony said, lightly pressing a kiss to your temple. His touch was so light you almost couldn't feel it.
"But she knows we wouldn't let anything happen to her. Eris has to know she's safe with us." You shook your head before looking down at the still sobbing baby.
"She knows, hon," Tony promised, running a finger down Eris's cheek. "Eris knows we love her, and that we're here for her." He said, smiling as Eris started to settle. "That we're always going to be here for her, even when it doesn't seem like it."
"I hope so." You said, yawning as the babe in your arms did.
"C'mon, let's get you two to bed," Tony said, gesturing for you to move towards the door.
"Only if you promise to try to rest too." You tried to bargain, though the attempt to sound intimidating was lost as you kept yawing.
"I don't need to rest, hon. I've got you and Eris to look after."
The sound of Eris whimpering across the baby monitor pulled you out of your dreamless sleep.
As you lay, watching the ceiling, you tried to pull your mind free of the fog from your lingering dreams. Slowly, you became more aware of your surroundings.
Eris's whimpers were becoming louder, and by her first cry, you were sitting upright. As you dragged yourself to the edge of the bed, you looked over your shoulder before letting out a sigh.
Waking up to an empty bed was a common occurrence, but you had thought after retirement and Eris, your partners might be able to be still for a moment and enjoy something as simple as sleep.
It was a fantastical dream.
"I'm coming, sweetie." You said to yourself as you pulled on a dressing gown. "Mommy's coming." You added, slipping into your slippers.
Padding down the hallway, you couldn't help but observe your surroundings. Apart from Eris's growing cries, the house was silent. Meaning Tony was most likely in his shed by the lake or perhaps in his soundproofed lab in the basement. Natasha, on the other hand, you weren't sure of where she could have been.
When sleep eluded the former assassin, Natasha didn't have a specific hobby she liked to tend to, not like Tony and his robots. There had been times Natasha had retreated to the woods, the sounds of classical music echoing throughout the trees. Once you had found her hiding out with Gerald, and there had been too many times to count when you had caught her sitting on the roof, watching the stars blankly.
Natasha did as she felt in the moment, doing her best to remain unpredictable.
However, tonight you found your wife standing above Eris, cooing softly, as she tried to stop her cries.
"Look, look at the pretty sun, krolik," Natasha said, spinning the mobile above the squirming baby. "It spins just for you."
"You know, one day Tony's going to explain how the solar system works, and she'll know that's not true." You murmured, entering the nursery.
"I think Tony'll ignore science just this once," Natasha said, turning to you with a smile. "Go back to bed, med. I can take care of our daughter." She told you.
"I know, but that's a hungry cry, and I haven't pumped anything today." You reminded your wife, reaching into the crib to pull the seven-month-old into your arms. "And you've had a headache this morning. You really should be resting."
"I'm not tired too much these days," Natasha murmured as you sat in the rocking chair.
"Sweetheart, I really think you should see a doctor. This can't be good for your health." You frowned as you began to feed Eris.
"I don't need health when I have the three of you," Natasha said, moving to sit on the ground before you. "I've got everything I need in this house." She added with a smile.
"I love that, Nat, and I love you. But I need you to take better care of yourself." You told her.
"Y/N,"
"I know you and Tony have never been the best at taking care of yourselves like the rest of the world, but none of us are experts in that, and I've expected that. But we have a daughter now and I never want her to live the way we have.
I don't want her awake all hours because of things she's seen or jumping headfirst into danger because she knows no one else will. I want her to be concerned about her health. I want her to go to sleepovers and have friends that she doesn't have to run background checks on."
"I want that for her too." Natasha smiled a sad smile. "But there's only so much we can do, and we haven't lived the lives to make many friends."
"We made a family." You offered.
"We did." Natasha nodded. "But we also made enemies. We have blood on our hands, and people waiting in the shadows for us to let down our guards. And no matter how hard we try, the past always catches up to us." She said, her eyes growing distant.
"Nat?" Your brow furrowed as you cocked your head at your wife.
"We have to face the past one day, moya lyubov'." Natasha reminded you. "We have to face everything that's happened to us."
"I know that." You nodded, a crease appearing between your eyes as you watched Natasha. "Do you?"
"Of course." Natasha smiled weakly before rising to her feet. "I'm going to get Tony out of that lab of us. It's been too long since we laid together." She smirked before walking from the room.
"Yeah. It has."
"Look at the size of her." Clint smiled, bouncing your giggling daughter in front of him. "She's going to be taller than you sooner rather than later."
"She's going to be taller than all her parents. I don't know where she gets that from." You smiled, placing a coffee before the man.
"Maybe your mommy is descended from a giant." Clint gasped in mock exclamation, causing Eris to cackle loudly. "God, I miss when it was this easy."
"To make your kid laugh? Tony's going to be so disappointed in your lack of dad jokes." You tsked.
"Yeah, he would be." Clint scoffed, sitting Eris on his knee where your daughter was content to play with his hands. "You know I caught up with Steve a couple days ago. He said it was good to see you." He mentioned.
"Did he? Steve was quiet the whole time he was here." You told the archer. "Just wanted to help out so insistently, I could've grabbed Nat's bites to get him to stop."
"Yeah, well, it's not a bad thing to accept some help. Especially when you need it." Clint shrugged.
"You're acting like I just gave birth." You rolled your eyes. "I'm fine, Clint, and I have all the help I need around here."
"Y/N," Clint sighed, pinching at his eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" You demanded. "Knock it off, Clint."
"Y/N, I saw the pill box," Clint told you, looking at you with a look akin to a disappointed father.
"Do you know how many people take pills in this house, Clint?"
"Just you." He said, causing you to scoff. "You haven't refilled that prescription once."
"It's just medication, Clint. Drop it." You snapped, rising to your feet before reaching out and pulling Eris into your arms.
"Y/N, you can't keep going on like this. Everyone's worried about you, and I'm scared."
"It's a fucking drug, Clint! A prescription. It doesn't matter if a couple days or,"
"You haven't taken it in months, Y/N," Clint said, rising to a stand. "And I didn't even need to look to know that. I just had to have a minute's interaction with you."
"You know what? I need to put Eris down for a nap, and I'd like you to go." You said, turning on your heels. "Thanks for coming, it's been lovely, let's do this when you're not being a complete jackass."
"They're dead, Y/N," Clint called, causing you to stop in the doorframe. "They're dead no matter how many pills you skip."
"I don't know what you're talking about." You whispered, refusing to turn around.
"You do, Y/N. You just don't want to admit it." Clint spoke and you could hear him walking towards you. "But Natasha and Tony are dead, and you can't fix that by not taking the pills you need. You're depressed."
"And you're not?" You demanded with a scoff, turning to face the man. "No, because a depressed man would have abandoned his family during Christmas, would have done something stupid like taking on an inexperienced mentee to make the grief go away. A depressed man would ignore the person he's called family for months until reappearing in their life to tell them they have a problem."
"Y/N." Clint frowned at you. "That's not fair."
"No, you know what's not fair? She was two months old." You said, holding Eris closer to your chest. "She's never going to get to grow up with her mama and daddy. Eris is never going to get another hug from them. She's never going to get to hear them say 'I love you' again."
"Y/N,"
"Go home, Clint. Go home."
"You knew this couldn't last forever," Tony spoke from the doorway as you changed Eris into her pyjamas.
"You knew?" You questioned, keeping your eyes on your baby.
"We're your imagination, med. Of course, we knew." Natasha told you. "We've been trying to tell you."
"Why would you want me to know that I'm crazy?" You asked, picking Eris up.
"You're not crazy, sweetheart." Tony shook his head. "You're depressed because you won't take your medications and move on with your life."
"How can I move on with my life when you were my life?" You scoffed.
"Because now she has to be your life." Natasha nodded down at Eris as she and Tony made their way closer. "Eris has to be your life, Y/N."
"But you have to live for yourself too, baby girl." Tony added. "You have to show this little munchkin that life's worth living."
"But what if it isn't?" You asked, feeling tears beginning drip down your cheeks. "What if it just isn't worth it?"
"Then you make it worth it." Natasha smiled.
"But how is it fair? How did I get so much time with you both, and she gets none? I can't possibly tell her everything about you. What if I miss something?" You shook your head at the idea.
"It's not just up to you. There are others who will tell our stories." Tony promised you. "Friends, family,"
"Those who want to help you and you shouldn't shut out." Natasha added, giving you a knowing smirk.
"If I take those pills, you go away, don't you?"
"Not really." Tony shook his head. "You know not even death can keep us away from you, right? I think I mentioned something like in my vows."
"No matter what happens after this, we'll be looking after both you and Eris." Natasha assured you. "Just for us, for Eris, for yourself, take the medication, med."
"We're going to be at your side, even without it."
"I, I. I don't know what to do."
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If the first chapter of ''Seeking What is Desirable'' wasn't enough to get me so invested in this story, this chapter sure seals the deal. It was fantastic! I was a bit scared to read it, thinking it would be too angsty. It felt a bit angsty, but not in the heartbreaking way I feared. Their logging and loneliness made me feel for them, but how you wrote it was beautiful. You're creating another amazing story. Seeing them want the same despite their completely different backgrounds made me smile. Is it not that crazy what they want? A partner to share a family with the joys and responsibilities, share their secrets and fears, and be seen and loved by the other. And yet, it feels like an impossible feat at the moment they are right now.
I cannot stop thinking about Joel's identity as a dad. He's such a good dad. He loves his family, and that love, reciprocated or not by his wife, is part of who he is. I get the feeling it will create more conflict for him. For them to be together, Ladybug only breaks her marriage while Joel breaks his family (independently if it's, or not a properly functional one). Is it not a crazy thought, right?
One of the things I liked the most was Joel's surprise at Ladybug's age. That, the idea he managed to attract someone so young when he's having such insecure feelings about his body would be so unthinkable when that is what drew her to him (and all of us, lol!). And don't start me on Joel coming back to the classroom to sweep her off her feet and give that kiss. I was silently squealing while I read. It might not have been a dramatic cliffhanger, but it did the job for me wishing I could already read the next one. One thing I wonder about is Ellie's background and how she came to Joel's care. Will it come up in the story? Thanks for the chapter!
By the way, the last chapter of ''StepdadJoel'' was mindblowing! You left me speechless. Part of me was frustrated to say something with the ending, but the other bigger side was surprised and giddy about it. It was devilish! The whole chapter was masterful. I loved it. Thank you so much for sharing it!
I hope the ramble didn't go down the rabbit hole too much! Hugs and kisses!♥️♥️♥️
hiii!! first of all thank you so much <3 <3 i will say - prepare yourself for some pretty severe angst for a few chapters down the line :S it's definitely the most angsty thing i've written/planned, and it's gonna be pretty bad before it gets better. fortunately, there is a happy ending, and the epilogue (ch 12) spans 10 years and that whole thing is very happy so it'll definitely be worth it in the end!!
i guess it's kind of a right person wrong time story, where they're both very confined by their circumstances even though they pretend not to be. their self-images have absolutely been negatively affected by their partners/relationships, and i think what drives them to make some not very good decisions is that extreme relief and excitement of finding someone who actually wants them for who they are, which blinds their judgement. they unfortunately get very messy :p
the ellie/joel connection is explained in ch 3, which is coming this weekend :)))
thank you so much for always supporting, i love seeing you in my inbox <3 <3
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Friendsgiving
Bangchan x reader
⚠ lil bit suggestive, Pet names ⚠ Can you guys tell I like writing for channie lol
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Thanksgiving was four days away. Together with your partner Chan, you decided to throw a "friendsgiving" because you were traveling out to spend the holiday with your family. He invited all his bandmates and a few of your close friends as well.
It seems like you and Channie were responsible for preparing the classic mac and cheese. It's just that you haven't made it before. Well, yes, unless you include the ones that can be microwaved.
"Channie, please help me find a recipe," you pleaded. You had been deciding which recipe to try while scrolling through tiktok. "There are a ton of recipes on your screen, baby. "Just choose one that appears appetizing and doable for us to make, okay?" he asked, offering you reassurance as he tucked the dishes away.
"Oh my goodness, there are so many of them," you complained, stomping into the living room. You collapsed onto the couch and resumed your quest for a decent mac recipe. "This doesn't look too bad," you remarked as you watched a longer recipe for tiktok.
"Tini's mac and cheese.. shouldn't be that hard"
Authors note: Idk what side of tiktok yall be on but damn that mac look GOOD.
You're right, though. It was thought to be simple to make a mac and cheese that looked appealing. But there was chaos when your guy was present. Don't get me wrong; you and Chan were both fantastic cooks. Simply put, your partner might be a little too immature for his age.
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You said nicely, "Channie, could you grate the cheeses while I make the sauce?" It was difficult to grate.
He smiled warmly at you and said, "I gotchu baby."; You carried on preparing the roux and then added the macaroni to the sauce. You said, "You done with the cheese?" He brought you your freshly grated cheese and responded, "Yes ma'am." With praise, you replied, "Thank you, handsome."
You stirred the pasta in the pot with your sauce ready to plop it onto your dishtray; (not sure what its called). Unexpectedly, he exclaimed, "That sound reminds me of something." "What sound?"
"The pasta." He said, staring at you indifferently. As you keep stirring the macaroni in circles, you start to wonder what this guy was talking about. When realization struck, you yelled, criticizing him, "Oh my gosh.. you dirty freak!" (ifykyk..). He just laughed uncontrollably. "I'm kidding!" Just kidding! I'm sorry; I just couldn't resist."
"You just ruined the whole night, I don't even want to eat this anymore." You claimed to be staring at him and attempting, but failing, to give him a disgusted face. You knew he was only trying to make you laugh with the awful joke, so all you could do was grin. You were anxious and worried about this Friendsgiving that you really didn't want to host the entire week.
Even though you had previously met his bandmates, your relationship with Chans was quite new, so you couldn't help but feel uneasy.
You were cooking for them for the first time, so how could you not be frustrated? It was obvious that Chan had noticed your behavior, and you were appreciative to have a partner who was so perceptive and attentive. You couldn't settle for anything less; He was the one.
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Author's Note > Sorry for like the latest post ever! I've been sick!
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WIP Wednesday
@razrogue tagged me to share 7 sentences of a WIP but I don't really have more that I haven't shared previously that's written ... in a readable format? Lol. But I do have new blocked dialogue that I talked about here before, that'll take the time to share now.
First I'll tag @sevarix-blogs, @boghermit, @ghostwise, @lemonbronze and YOU to share either 7 sentences or some of a WIP.
my dark urge Meabh x Enver Gor/tash. mentions of past character death / murder. gore. sexual art / implications? massive tonal shifts. also note that i haven't gotten to act 3 with a dark urge yet. still, bg3 act 3 spoilers.
Meabh: [having lock picked something stupidly secure in Enver's bedroom, producing a book] Is this a diary?
Enver: No. [putting his hand on it to keep her from opening it] And you might not be prepared for what's in there.
Meabh: Oh? And what might that be?
Enver: Fantasies. [picking up the book] Ones you used to know to keep well enough alone. [and putting one that is nearly its twin in its place] You had your sketchbook. And I had mine. [he taps the cover and pulls away] We never glanced at each others.
Meabh: Liar. [spinning it around] You must've looked?
Enver: You threatened to gore me.
Meabh: [scoff] So? [opens her sketchbook] — Hahaha! Gore-tash.
Enver: [quiet, observant] You never threatened to hurt me. You asked, and I submitted or refused. You cried more than once over the fear of my death. This was personal, and I didn't intrude until I thought you were dead. Not that it was very useful to me. Just emotional.
Meabh: Thank you, Enver. Will you … Do you have time to sit with me, love?
Enver: I would make time, [they move to sit with Meabh's legs across his lap, he noses at her neck, breathing her in and leaving kisses between monikers] my sharpened dagger, my serrated blade. My blessed butcher. My midnight danger. My darkest treasure. My bloody heart. My favorite assassin. [a deep sigh] I'm sorry I did not scry your whereabouts. I didn't think I could bare to see your corpse. [she's been looking through images of necromantic constructions and gore, but stops now to face him] I feared seeing Bhaal, and knowing you had returned to him.
Meabh: [grabbing his chin, affection] Coward.
Enver: [turning his head to test her grip, finding his cheek cupped in her hand] It did not serve me. You know it is in my nature to cower and scheme when action does not serve.
Meabh: I do. [hand taken away]
Enver: Do you forgive me? I understand if you don't—
Meabh: Enver. These actions you want me to forgive — I love you for them. I do not need a softer man who would spiral from himself after a single loss, even one as significant as me. Nor do I need a braver lover. My enemies are my own and I will kill them in my own way, just as you do. I do not wish to forgive you. [turning back to the book, quiet] I wish to praise you. [turning another page] Somehow you have known every trinket I should like to see again. [fondling him] You took care of what was mine. You have not pushed me or hurt me or balked when I've— Well. [manifests a dagger pointed at his mouth]
Enver: [pleased] We are of a kind.
Meabh: [surprised, fond] You make me feel of a kind. Kinship. Possession.
Enver: Behind these doors I am yours, Meabh. Beyond these doors … we are partners.
Meabh: [weighing the word] Partners. [shocked in memory] Two of a kind beats a royal flush.
Enver: [amused] You remember?
Meabh: We killed the prince of ~. You let me have the finishing blow.
Enver: More than that. I let you have his body for Bhaal, taking only his rings and his servant boy.
Meabh: [shaking her head] That I don't remember.
Enver: [leaning forward] No? [opening a box on the desk / table, producing a ring with a large pearl and smaller gems] Perhaps this will help?
Meabh: Is this—?
Enver: No. I had to return the original lest the ~ royals accuse me of foul play. It's a forgery, but those are real pearls. I claimed the ~ royal family gifted it to me for my assistance in discovering the fate of their wayward prince. What they truly gave me were weapon designs — unimpressive at best, without my modifications, but a princely gift all the same.
Meabh: [still turning pages, landing on one where the corpse looks more than incidentally like Enver] Oh. [pages turned, more of the same, contorted, cut, and more]
Enver: When I tell you, I was surprised. Do you remember drawing these?
Meabh: No, but … I remember — oh — I remember observing you.
Enver: I've never been that flexible.
Meabh: Oh, but you could be …
Enver: Do you know what I noticed?
Meabh: Mm?
Enver: In the drawings of me … there's no blood. Bruising, flaying, even dismemberment, but — no blood.
Meabh: [incredulous, referring to past and present/future] I cut you.
Enver: [wondrous] You do. But I felt right to trust you.
Meabh: [as if trying to make his observation less intimate] No kissing either. [but she turns the page and now there's like 4-5 of Enver at different angles in open gags, masks or with puckered lips busied by dicks]
Enver: Only cocks, which I think is indicative of something else entirely.
Meabh: [rolling their eyes and skipping ahead to where a number of pages stick out. three are colored by gore, once red and now brown and delicate, then another page is red but in colored pencil, and then there are four sheets of tracing paper with different depictions of a room coated in blood and entrails filling the same space, below all this in the book is an image of a smiling couple, they each lean into the image from either side playfully, inviting the viewer into a kitchen] Oh. I know— I know them.
Enver: [leading] Who are they?
Meabh: They raised me … They worshipped Bhaal, but … they weren't like his cultists. They fed me vegetables and combed my hair. They— I— I turned thirteen and… They trusted me too, you know?
Enver: You remember them. You remember the horror.
Meabh: It was what father wanted, but it was hard to understand. It still is. Less impressive, less useful, less devoted of his worshippers yet breathe. They— I wonder if this was when Orin slew her mother, all our lives made to mirror each other.
Enver: If so, then no longer. We are free of her reflection.
Meabh: In truth … I will miss her too. She hated and risked… She was always free with her abilities. I made strides to hide and…
Enver: You made strides to greater things. It is why you are your father's favorite despite your rebellions. Your ambition and rebellion both are why I love you.
Meabh: [accusatory] You love my obsession.
Enver: That too. [kissing their neck again] And your attention to detail. Your artistic flourish. Your violence.
Meabh: You're spoiling me.
Enver: I'm pampering you. It's my pleasure to do so, when I thought I might never again hold you so close.
Meabh: [moaning his name as he sucks on her skin] Enver.
Enver: [pleading] Again.
Meabh: [he bites her] Enver.
me @ me: okay, finish a project though. Thank you for reading!
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How I fell in love with an incubus king (Liam Bourgeois x Scarlett Sinner)
By Scarlett Sinner (Note, this story is told in the perspective of Scarlett Sinner)
Long post ahead
Hello everyone, you might be wondering how it is possible for a thief like me to fall in love with an Incubus King. Yes, one of those demons and also, he is a ruler like if he was a human at all. Well, it all started one night where I decided to check out the floating landmass that was there on a blimp that I've prepared for and customized for stealth. and I piloted the blimp to that landmass and what I've discovered at the center was a castle. Yes, a castle that a King lives. I've seen many castles that I've been into in various disguises that've I've worn and got into.
But this heist would be different with the same rewards, or so I thought. When I saw an open balcony, it was my opportunity to park my blimp there and tie a rope so that my blimp was still there. Once I got in, I was in a bedroom and I thought this is the place where he has his royal treasury, but no it was full of junk. I headed elsewhere, unaware that someone else boarded my blimp. I searched everywhere for anything valuable but there was nothing to steal. How does this kingdom function in the first place? How do they live in the first place? I ask those questions to myself many times when I boarded back.
And at that moment, he was at the co-pilot's seat, he looked different than the other rulers, his skin was red with dark reddish hair, light purple horns, red and purple wings, a tail, and he had purple eyes. Is he one of those demons?! Why was he here.
"Excuse me! Why are you in my blimp?" I asked him
He didn't say anything back and he was silent.
"Hey!" I yelled at him.
All of a sudden, he started to cry. Why was he crying all of a sudden? Then I decided to untie the rope from the balcony and started to fly my blimp with him inside.
Luckly, I got to hear him before I got back into the cockpit with him.
"I care about people that I've met on my adventures and the ones that I've loved in other universes abandoned me." he said out loud.
I couldn't do it. Why didn't he make me forcefully love him like the demon he is, instead he wanted to find love the same way as a human would find love. I decided to let him in the pilot's seat. for a demon like him, he was piloting a blimp professionally like he's been doing it a lot.
"Who do you pilot for?" I asked him.
"People I care about and myself." He replied to me.
As he continued to pilot, I've gotten to know about him, he wasn't with his family when he grew up and that it was a discovery of a lifetime for him when had discovered blimps somewhere else.
As hours passed by, his mood was slowly improving. I see that his tail was wagging as if an animal was happy. He told me his dreams, passions, and things that he made me happy. He told me his name is Liam Bourgeois and he used to be a human, is he the first being to change species? I decided to be honest to him since he told me last partner lied to him that his previous lover did to him by promising that they would come back and they broke that promise, and he wouldn't fall in love with me if I ever lied to him at all.
"Scarlett Sinner and I'm a thief." I told him.
"Thief, why were you here?" He asked me.
"When I saw your castle, I thought you were wealthy, but you aren't." I told him.
"Guess my simple times still exist even after all this time." He said.
He didn't care that I was a thief, or I wanted to steal from him. He was genuinely enjoying my company like if he was a human being. He started to hold my arm with one hand and continues to pilot with his other hand. We've talked about each other, and he loved it when I told him that I've loved the blimp that I've lived with my siblings and I had a loving for blimps like my siblings as well.
All of a sudden, we heard a loud bang outside. He was shaking and we've checked out the windows. I saw a puncture on my side, and we were descending, why did my blimp get punctured? It didn't matter since I didn't want him to get hurt or worst, die. His innocence and caring spirit were too good to be gone from this world like another king. And I can't be responsible for a ruler's death.
"Liam, we need to get off, we're descending." I said to him.
He was shaking but still holding onto the controls. it was like he wanted to land for us. He was struggling to land, and he decided to pull me closer to him.
"Scarlett, it doesn't matter who you are and what you do. But I want to be your girlfriend. I wanted to fall in love with someone who loves blimps as much as I do." He said to him
He then lands a kiss on my lips and then I kissed back as well.
Miraculously, the blimp landed safely, and the gondola wasn't damaged at all, but the envelope was completed deflated. It's like something in this world wants to protect him. He was lucky that I considered him as my boyfriend.
And that's how I've met my future husband.
-Scarlett Sinner.
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What's your opinion on Love, as a concept and a feeling?
Hey. Sorry this one took a second to get to; I was both busy and just kinda letting this one sit with me for a bit. Love is a tricky thing for me to think/talk about, at times- especially without a caveat for what font of it you're referring to, although I assume you might have meant it broadly to begin with...
Speaking generally, in my more abstract way: love is a dual ended dagger. It's pretty and it's sharp- you have to be careful with it, or you'll get cut, but when you've got it in hand you'll feel secure.
My thoughts on love bounce around, you may find; it's something that alludes me in the fashions I crave it most.
I find love hard to cope with, in any fashion, at times. Love for/from friends can be easy for me to misread, and love from family is something that I know exists for me but I just... can't feel it? I haven't been able to feel it properly, consistently, in years. (This is no one's fault but my own; I prepared myself a parting that never came, sort of subconsciously- now I have to sit in my pile of frayed wires and wonder how anything could have ever connected to begin with.)
(I'm.. working on it, to an extent. But sometimes I wonder if it's worth the effort to bother to.)
Romantic love is something I crave desperately. Pulling back the mask I like to wear for a moment: I desperately, desperately don't want to be Alone, you know? The way I work, there are just... certain things that only feel right for me to feel/discuss/indulge in with a partner, and it's a desperation so profound that often I feel like I have this gapping hole I need to fill in my chest. I'm not being hyperbolic here; I legitimately feel an aching emptiness in my chest the vast majority of the time, and I long for the day that it stops. (I've felt it less these days, since my attention has been on other things, but it's still this looming thing for me- it always swoops in when it senses an opening.)
Love is important.
Love nourishes, I think, in the same way it can also raze everything you've built.
Love is something I think more people should carry with them, at the forefront. Sometimes I feel like love should guide us, in our actions, and maybe we'd know a better world- but sometimes love is blind. Sometimes, it deceives.
I... Love is something I find difficult to communicate, both as a feeling I want to express genuinely and just flat-out about. Not without direction, at least.
I hope this answer is in a similar vein, at least, to what you may have been looking for. I would let it ruminate longer, but trying to answer it with more full thoughts leaves me feeling cautious. I never know who sees what, and I don't want to lay out barbs that cut, unintended. Not any more so than I already might have here, I feel.
Trying to find a meme to lighten the tone of this one as a general reaction, but... this is all I've got lol
#it's a whole mood unfortunately so I'm keeping it#(this ask was completely fine btw! I liked getting to answer it. i struggle with the broadness a little though.)#(and generally trying to work out what i should or shouldn't say)#asks#anon#jay.txt
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I'm... sad.
There. I said it. I've acknowledged it. Finally. I've been pushing and pushing and pushing it down because there's nothing I can do about it right now but there. It's out in the world now.
I'm sad. I'm unhappy.
My life is moving in a good direction, things are going well for me and yet even still it feels like nothing has changed and in a lot of important ways, nothing HAS. I'm still stuck at home with my parents, I'm still stuck in the house all day, I still have no friends in the city, my partner is still too many miles away, and I'm still. Fucking. Sad.
And I keep dodging the bullet by saying I'm tired (and I am tired) but I can only dodge the questions for so long. But then again, my mom always loves to say how good I am at lying. It's not like I have anything I'm actively trying to hide or anything, I say, like a liar.
Everything just feels wrong.
My job feels wrong in the sense that I'm not doing a lot of what I should be doing and I'm worried about when everything finally hits like a freight train and everything has to be done and it's all down to me and what do I do then? I'm supposed to be dealing with a lot of it now so that later I'm better prepared but there's nothing for me "now" so it's all just going to hit in one colossal fuck up and people, for some reason, think I'm capable of doing so many things and to be honest, I think I can do them but not without help and help is not something that's easy to come by because there's no TIME so you just GO and it's HArd.
My home feels wrong because it's not my home, it's my parents home, it's the family home so what's mine is just the small space I've carved out for myself but then I can't retreat there for fear of looking like a hermit and having everyone worry about me but I need about as much alone time as my sister needs time out of the house because I need out of the house but I can't DO THAT so instead I go to my room which is the closest thing I have but for whatever reason, me going to my room sets off alarm bells while my sister can literally be gone at a moment's notice and no one gives a shit. No one. No one but me because I see the double standard, I see that her coping is okay and accepted but mine isn't, and it just feels shitty. My parents are doing all that they can but at the end of the day, I'm an adult who has been stuck at home for too long and I want some place that's MINE, I want to be able to feel like I can make decisions and have space to breathe but every time I bring up that I want that, that I want out, that I NEED out, that I'm tired of just going day by day in this endless void of soul sucking isolation and I'm just met with "oh but that's going to be hard." I KNOW. I KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE HARD. THAT'S HALF THE POINT. BECAUSE AT LEAST IT'S MY STRUGGLE, AT LEAST IT'S MY BATTLE TO FIGHT AT LEAST THE CONSEQUENCES ARE MY OWN AND DOESN'T FALL ON ANYONE BUT MYSELF, I CAN PROBLEM SOLVE OUT OF MY DEPRESSION EVEN IF IT MEANS TAKE OUT FOR THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK BUT I'M NOT FORCED TO FACE IT WHEN INSTEAD I'M TRYING MY FUCKING BEST TO PRETEND IT DOESN'T EXIST. Every. Fucking. Day. Every day I just want to stay in my room and cry or scream or just start walking in a direction never to return, fuck, today I thought about breathing in water and just fucking letting death take me because holy shit I'm so tired of being fucking STUCK.
And my relationship feels wrong. It feels like we're going in separate directions and I don't know how to fix that, I don't know how to make it so we can finally be in the same city, the same place, I don't know what I need to do so that I can finally find peace in your arms as I cry it out, I don't know what has to happen so that I can finally let it out and be me and we can grow and learn and tackle it together but HOLY SHIT do I miss you and I miss us and I don't know if I can do another year of this but we might have to and it tears me up inside. And I'm so afraid. I'm so afraid all of the time that we're going to have to make the choice to put ourselves and our careers first because I don't want to. I don't want to put that before you when you are what I want and need most in this world. I can restart my career, I can't restart us. And maybe that's toxic now that I say it out loud. But I just want you. I am my own person and I find happiness outside of you and fulfillment in my career and all that stuff that makes me think that I'm coming at this the right way but at the end of the day, I want you. I want us. I want to make that choice to put us first. I want to move forward with you, experience and celebrate the growth of us as people together, I want you by my side at the beginning of the day and when we go to bed. I want you here. But you're not here. And that's all I want.
My body feels wrong too. I've been noticing it a lot more lately. All the ways that my body sags and flaps and jiggles. All the extra weight that makes my bones creak and leaves me the wrong kind of breathless at the top of the stairs. I don't feel good in m skin any more. I don't remember the last time I did. And the idea of losing weight, of losing enough weight to be happy with what I see in the mirror just feels like such a herculean task that it just makes me want to curl up and cry.
.... And that's it. That's more or less everything I've been dying to say. I don't feel better now that it's out. I just feel empty. Broken.
Sad.
#screams#oh#and dad's an idiot who is getting more and more frustrating to deal with#okay now im done
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#shhh b#some rambles i need to write out#tag 3#tag4#tag 5#tw acephobia#tw aphobia#sometimes i think about my identity and plans for the future and how my family reacts to it and it makes me lowkey sad#i'm moving out at one point in the near future and I have a renovated apartment waiting for me already#the room i'm most proud and happy of is my own home office and my family is aware of it - i've talked about it to them many times#no matter how many times tho--they always say that this room will be perfect as a baby room. all smiles and all#i've been preparing my family for the thought that I might not find a partner. i might not (most probably) want to have kids.#i might not get married ever#they're not listening c':#last year--i was 25 at the time--excited about the first book in my country about asexuality i came out as ace to my family#'focus on finishing university. you're under pressure right now.'#and when i was trying to explain how that doesn't change anything my dad looked at me and said 'no. stop.'#it's been a year and i keep thinking back to it#i have that book about asexuality. it's written in my native language. nobody in my family wants to read it or even look through it.#they're not bad people and i guess that's what's confusing#idk friend life is weird i know i'm privilaged lots but it still sucks sometimes
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━ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 ║𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨
☆ Pairing: Au!Kuroo Tetsuro x f!reader
☆ Summary: Two broken hearts never truly heal no matter how many years pass. Maybe because the only person who can heal it is the one who caused the tear.
☆ Warning(s): angst, fluff,
☆ A|N: any feedback is appreciated! If you can please give it a heart or reblog it would really help my writing. Thank you!
Kuroo sighed for what seemed the millionth time today. His mind kept wandering off somewhere else, today felt different. There was something within him saying that today wasn't going to be the same again.
His phone vibrated once more alerting him of another incoming message. The screen lit up with the name Nanami. His lips moved as he saw the words spread out on the white background. Closing his eyes he leaned back against his office chair.
"What's with your face?" a voice spoke.
Kuroo rolled his eyes, "Nothing is wrong with my face, Kenma."
"Liar." he placed the folder down on his desk, "Is it Nanami?"
"No..." he half smiled "She's great actually... things are good between us right now."
"For someone who says that it sure doesn't look like it." Kenma said "Could have fooled me."
He sat up and looked at his friend, "Is there something that still needs to be done?"
Kenma shook his head "No everything important got taken care of."
Standing up he grabbed his blazer and put it on. "If anyone else calls can you take care of it?"
"Ok." before Kuroo could make it out the door, Kenma then asked him "Are you going to be alright?"
"I'll be alright. See you tomorrow..." he slightly smiled then took off.
Your feet grew tired as you kept walking the busy streets. The sun was just about to set down on the ocean. Even though it was warm, the air was nothing but fresh, the perk of living near coast.
A small smile formed on your lips as you saw kids running around the nearby playground, playing with their friends. It was the purest sound in the world; you thought.
There was never a doubt in your mind that being a mom was a gift. You hoped one day you too would have the chance at raising a mini you or a little boy that looked like your partner.
Your phone then rang. You quickly took it out of your bag and accepted the call.
"Hey love." you said "I'm on my way back home."
"I can't wait to see you." he said, making your chest tighten "I might be preparing something delicious for tonight."
"Really?" you asked "What's the occasion?"
He smiled, leaning back against the sink. "What, I can't just do something special for the love of my life?"
Your smile faltered as you remembered those words. Those were the ones that hurt you the most, even after almost 10 years.
"Of course you can." you replied "Can I have a hint on what it may be?"
"You would figure it out right away like last time. I'm not making that mistake again." he chuckled.
"It was one time, h/n." you smiled small, "Do you need me to bring something home from the store? I'm close to it."
"Pick out any drink you want to have and dessert if you'd like."
"Okay now I'm really curious about what you have up your sleeve, boy." you chuckled.
He bit his lip, smiling as he heard your laughter. "Don't take too long, alright?"
"I'll do my best love since it is rush hour. Wait for me?"
"Like you have to ask." he leaned over checking the food "I can't wait to see you. Text me when you get to the station."
"I will, love." you bid him goodbye and hung up.
It's sad how he has tried his best to make you happy and yet there's never a moment where something doesn't remind you of him. All these years you still wonder about how he's doing with his new partner. If he could accomplish the goals he had set out for himself. Even the thought if he maybe... still thought about you like you did.
Sighing, you shook your head "Stop it... you can't keep doing this to him. You're with h/n now not with him, he chose you agreed. No more second guessing." You mumbled.
You were about to turn left at the end of the playground when a stranger collided into you. Your feet slipped from underneath you. The bar that was put up around the playground was too far away for you to hold on to. Folding your elbows back, you opened your hands wide so you could stop your head from hitting the pavement.
Lucky enough, the tall stranger reacted in time and pulled you into him to avoid you injuring yourself. "I'm so sorry, are you alright?"
"Y-yeah... I'm fine..." you replied "That was close- wow I almost fell-" you tilted your head up and your breathing stopped.
The stranger kept their arm around your back, holding you against his chest. His eyes roamed the details on your face, from your eyes to shape of your lips. His heart was pounding against his chest, not believing you were in front of him.
"K-Kuroo..." you muttered.
"Y/n... I never thought I'd see you here." his brain couldn't wrap around the idea that you were here.
Realizing your chest was too close to his, you gently stepped back. Your cheeks flushed "I- um... I-I work around here."
"Right..." he mumbled "I thought you had stayed in Tokyo, is all."
"I got a job offer awhile back." You said "I've been living here ever since. What about you?..."
He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling shy suddenly. "I'm working with a company on a project along with Kenma."
"Wow... I knew Kenma was in town but didn't think you'd be here as well."
His head shot up "You spoke to Kenma?"
"Yeah..." you answered "He reached out to me and asked if we could meet up. I've been busy so I haven't had the chance..."
"Why didn't Kenma say anything to me?..." there was hurt in his eyes from the sudden news. "I thought Kenma of all people-"
You cut him off "I told Kenma that I didn't want you knowing. Don't blame him..."
"I see..."
The cars passed by, not knowing or caring about the two ex lovers on the sidewalk. Every person was moving on with their lives, focusing on getting home to their families.
You tried your best to calm your emotions. It was difficult to keep the facade up. Your body was itching to be again in his arms. "I should get going... goodbye Kuroo." you walked passed him hoping to forget you ever saw him.
However, Kuroo didn't want to let you go again this time. "Y/n, wait!" he yelled as he ran after you.
"He's not calling my name..." you repeated under your breath "He's not calling my name." Ignoring the loud sounds coming from the cars, you crossed the street.
"Y/n!" Kuroo yelled louder as he reached for you and held your wrist gently in his hand.
Looking over your shoulder, you made eye contact. "What are you doing, Kuroo?..."
"We need to talk." he gently spoke "It's been too many years."
"There's nothing to say about anything." you looked into his eyes "We both have our different lives, let's focus on that okay?"
"I don't want to walk away from you and regret it for the rest of my life again." Kuroo begged, "Please, give me a few minutes to talk with you...please."
Looking down at your watch, you saw you had some minutes to spare. "Okay..."
He let go of you, "Come on, I know where we should go." you followed him to the nearby bridge that was above an intersection along with shops down the street. You walked up the stairs and sat down on a bench that was in the middle of the two stairways.
It was awkward. As the seconds passed by, all you could think of were the things you wanted to say but felt afraid of saying it out loud. You were timid when it came to expressing how you felt since you were in high school. Yet when you met Kuroo that barrier was destroyed only for it to be rebuilt again a few years later.
"What did you need to tell me?" you asked, playing with your fingers.
"I'm sorry for how we ended things." your movement stopped "I thought back then that it was for the best. I didn't want to continue fighting every time with you. The amount of times we ended up apart became more frequent than the times we had ever spent together." His gazed was fixed on ground feeling too vulnerable to look at you "I didn't want to keep hurting you."
"I can't believe- why now?" you asked "Was that the reason you chose? You didn't want to stay and fixed things so you let me go?"
"We couldn't make things better and you know that y/n." he answered "Every time we tried it put distance between us more and more."
You closed your eyes trying to not let the tears fall "It's the fact that you lost hope in us that hurt Kuroo, not the breakup."
"It hurt me too..." he explained "But it hurt me more knowing you were suffering and not giving you the happiness that you deserved."
"I didn't care..." you sniffled "All I wanted was to be with you and solved it together. I kept on trying to find an answer as to what I did that was so wrong that made you leave me."
"What are you talking about-"
"You seriously don't remember?" you looked at him "The things you said to me that day... when I asked you why and all you said was because I didn't love you anymore, I don't want to stay by you. It's for the best Y/n go find your own life and forget about me."
He looked away, closing his eyes tightly. "I didn't mean to sound harsh..."
"But you did." you wiped away your tears "What hurt was the fact that you acted happy the last few days with me then suddenly... you ripped it off like a bandaid Kuroo..."
"I know..." he said "I know I fucked up- I kept thinking back every day after what happened."
You got up from the bench "Why did you pretend you were happy with me?"
"I wasn't pretending!" he exclaimed, getting up as well. "I was happy being with you."
"Could have fooled me... because knowing this now and you not remembering what you told me makes it harder to believe anything you say!"
"I need you. Trust me when I say that I still love you y/n." he stated.
"I-I can't..." you muttered, covering your face.
You were a sobbing mess, and it broke his heart that he was hurting you again when he vowed never to. Kuroo stepped forward slowly, trying to approach you.
"Please don't cry..." he said.
"I'm just tired of this... feeling this vulnerable and thinking about you," you admitted, "when I should focus on my future and not on the past..."
Kuroo stood in front of you, "Do you still love me?..." you didn't answer. He carefully took your hands into his own as he uncovered your face. "Do you still love me?..." he repeated himself.
His touch was arm, your head was dizzy. It's been so long since you were this close to him again. 'Did I still love him?' you thought, trying to figure out the answer on your own.
He gently wiped away your tears, "Because I haven't stopped Y/n... no matter where I'm going or who I'm with my mind goes back to you."
"Where was this 7 years ago?" you questioned "This love and worry you have about me? How you don't want to see me walk away from you again. Why did you show it too late to me? I wasted so much time wondering over someone who never once batted an eye to me when I saw you on campus those two years after our break up. I almost failed because my emotions were all over the place. If it hadn't been for the friends I had I wouldn't have moved on. Now you suddenly see me again one day and you confess you still love me? When you had chance after chance to tell me but chose not to." you clenched your jaw "You don't get to comeback and tell me you love me... it's not fair."
"I lived with the ache in my chest whenever I saw someone or something that reminded me of you. Out of all the y/n's in the world and each time someone said your name I turned around it hopes it was you but came empty every time it was a stranger." he breathed out trying to not break down in front of you but it became impossible. His voice cracked "I-I... still wish everyday that it had been you... y-you by my side a-and not someone else..."
"I wished we had met when we were older and wiser..." you whispered "Maybe then... this pain wouldn't exist within us."
He held your hand to his chest holding it tightly as he closed his eyes, trying to memorize your warmth. "We didn't know what to do... we were young and naive thinking love was such an easy thing to feel." he sniffled "It would be so easy... so damn e-easy... to say I'm sorry and start all over again. To go back to the days where were in l-love... without any problems..."
In all your years you had known Kuroo it was such a rare sight for him to cry and breakdown in front of you. After years, you were surprised to see he didn't feel shy or embarrassed of showing it to you again. It's like he had grown.
Gently you cupped his right cheek and he leaned into your touch. "I still do love you Kuroo..." you confessed "It scares me that I haven't been able to move on without you."
"I'm so sorry..." the pool of tears he held in his eyes were finally escaping "Maybe things would have worked o-out... if we had- no I had expressed my feelings earlier and told you how I felt from the beginning. If I had opened up myself up to you more and not runaway from the only person that had ever made me feel a whole. But I can't... I-I can't turn back time that was then and t-this is now..."
It was late. Yet hearing those words that you had dreamed for years to happen finally did. Life was definitely funny sometimes. One day you can keep convincing yourself you don't need that person that you're fine without them, then have it change with one interaction.
Smiling weakly you wiped away his tears. He smiled small feeling your thumb gently move against his cheek. "I can't believe I'm saying this but..." a chuckle escaped your lips "After all we've been through and still you make my heart beat like a teenager all over again."
"I would do anything to see you smile, Y/n." his eyes shined brightly as the sun's light reflected off his hazel orbs.
Your faces began to grow closer to one another. The space that was in between you two got shorter the longer you stared into each other's eyes.
"There's not anything else in this world that makes me happy as you do, y/n." he said.
Your foreheads gently rested against one another. His hands held your own tightly and brought them up to his lips. It made your stomach grow butterflies again.
Closing your eyes you focused on his touch not on the sounds of traffic. "I’d have my heart broken all over again if it meant that I could have those first six months with you."
He added "Those were the best months of my life."
Your phone then vibrated with messages coming in all at once. Kuroo freed one of your hands, you unlocked your device to see they were from h/n.
"Shoot..." you bit your lip.
"Is everything alright?" he asked.
"My...um boyfriend... is asking where I am..." you answered feeling conflicted as to what would be the best thing to do.
"You call him and reassure him you're okay." he said "If I was in his place I'd be worried too."
You were surprised by how mature he was, nodding you dialed his number. After a few seconds h/n picked up. Kuroo stood by your side and waited for you to finish.
"Y/n! Where are you I've been worried sick!" he exclaimed.
"I'm sorry... I saw a friend and they needed to talk to me. I didn't mean to make you worry." you explained.
He breathed out in relief knowing you were okay. "It's okay, I'm glad you're okay. Are you on your way back home or are you still with them?"
"I'm still with them I didn't realize it would take long. But I'll be going to the station soon to grab the last train home." you answered.
"Alright, are you sure you don't want me to go pick you up?" he asked "I don't want anything bad to happen to you."
"No don't worry I'll be home soon. I'll make sure to keep you posted okay?"
"Okay, please be careful. I love you." he said.
"I will, see you soon." you hung up then looked at him. "I should get going, Kuroo."
"I understand." he kissed your forehead softly "You don't owe me an explanation okay? Let's take it one step at a time. And if you still want to see me then I'll be here waiting for you. Like I should have done in the beginning."
Your heart swelled with joy that you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He smiled softly hugging you back tightly, "I missed you so much." you spoke burying your face in his neck.
"I missed you too, Y/n." he rested his chin on top of your head "Can I take you home?"
"I'd like that."
It didn't matter how long it took, he wasn't going to mess this second chance he had with you. He would wait a year if he needed to to be alongside you again. You were his world.
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love your metas, so can i get your thoughts? i've always felt that personality wise, fiona/ lip are alike, and then ian/ debbie are alike. fiona/ lip are smart but often lost in what they want out of life/ what path to take. they both self sabotage and spiral in response to that. s4/ s9 fiona and s6/ s7 lip had similar arcs. they seem to need to receive romantic "love"/ validation, more than to give it, and can be selfish in that. but they are very giving when it comes to their family. [1/2]
[2/2] so anyways, whereas ian/ debbie very much want to give "love" as much as they want to get it, to the point that they always let any awful person who demands it, have it. kash/ ned/ caleb/ trevor/ matt/ derek/ the s10 2 ladies/ etc were all like that. (mickey being the 1 exception ofc!) they can be manipulated and therefore taken advantage of. but they work hard and take pride in that and know what they want (rotc/ emt and babysitting/ welding). but debs is selfish obviously, and ian isn't
Hiya nonnie! That's some very interesting thoughts right there, and a few I hadn't considered before! Let’s see...
I think you make a great point about Fiona and Lip both being smart but lacking a clear idea of how to translate that into a sustainable lifestyle, and they certainly do have a tendency to self-sabotage. In fairness, fairly often it's things outside of their control that derail them – which I think is a very good illustration of how much harder it is to ”make it” when you come from that sort of background. Even when they aregiven opportunities and try to capitalize on them, there's so very little margain for error; everything is always just one small step from collapsing, there's always something going on with their family that they need to deal with, and when things do go wrong, they mostly lack the resources (mental and financial) to respond in a good way. Their coping mechanisms are maladaptive as all hell, that's for sure, courtesy of their fucked-up upbringing. But yeah, quite apart from all that, I think Lip and Fiona have a habit to fuck things up for themselves by not doing great with stability in general. Rob's an asshole but not entirely wrong when he calls Fiona a chaos junkie, and Lip's issues with authority and alcohol don't exactly make things easier for him.
Additionally, I think that while Lip and Fiona are both capable of hard work – and for a long time they certainly work their assess off to take care of their younger siblings – they also have a tendency to look for quick fixes and easy outs? They're problem solvers and quick thinkers, and they had to be, to deal with the mess Frank and Monica have made of their lives, but I'd argue that this survival tactic has developed into a somewhat problematic predispotion to eschew slowly, steadily working their way towards a goal in favour of leaping on ”smart” deals and opportunities. Which isn't always bad, of course, but it has caused them a fair share of problems; consider, for instance, Fiona and her real estate escapades in season 9 and Lip's highly questionable choices in season 11. (I just watched 11x07 again and GOD do I want kick him in the nuts. I love Lip, but grow the fuck up, man. Tami is a bloody saint for being as patient with him as she is.)
In contrast, Ian and Debbie have a crazy strong work-ethic and are highly goal-oriented. They fix their eyes on the prize and they fucking go for it, putting in the hours and the work without hesitation or complaint. They are far less likely to look for short-cuts or screw themselves over because they get bored with the monotomy. That doesn't mean their path to success is a straight one, of course; Ian's bipolar has wreaked some proper havoc for him, and though she's succeed in both having a kid and a job she trained for, Debbie's narcissm is keeping her from developing the strong bonds (familial and romantic) that she so desperately craves. I think the difference between Ian and Debbie here is that Ian is genuinely looking for a partnership and a real connection (to such a degree that it sometimes leads him into highly unfortunate relationships) whereas Debbie thinks she wants that but isn't prepared to actually be vulnerable and perceptive to the other person's needs to such a degree that a real partnership becomes possible. She never, I feel, actually sees and knows her partners for who they are; she projects onto them her idea of what they should be like, and responds to that, not to them. It hasn't ended well, so far.
And I have to say that while Trevor (of whom I'm fond in spite of his flaws, so you'll find no hate for him on this blog) and (especially) Caleb have their issue I don't think it's fair to compare them to Kash and Ned. As for Matt and Derek, they may not be perfect, but I'd argue that Debbie treated them far worse than they did her. I mean, she did rape both of them. (Out of youthful ignorance, sure: it's still sexual assault. I do find it very interesting and quite encouraging that she obviously recognizes her own guilt in season 11.) By and large, Debbie has treated her partners worse than they have treated her, which is certainly not true of Ian. (Which doesn't mean Ian's a saint. Boy's got plenty of flaws, and he doesn't always treat his lovers perfectly – the cheating comes to mind – but in general he doesn't treat them badly at all; as you say, he is more likely to allow himself to be treated badly by them.)
Circling back to Lip and Fiona, I think you have a point in them craving the way their partners make them feel, but being less interested in having a partner to build a life with, if that makes sense? They aren't really looking for someone to share their lives and struggles with (which might be the resulf of them being used to having no one but each other to rely on for most of their lives); they want that high of being in love and in lust, and when things get a bit too steady and boring, they get restless. Jimmy was, admittedly, a big support for Fiona for a while, but it was quite one-sided: always on her terms. Lip might be coming around on that with Tami, though – possibly because she's assertive enough to push back against him and not let him get bored. Also, Lip (and Fiona) has shown himself to be far more devoted to kids in his care than to his partners, so I'm sure Freddie's existence is a major factor in him sticking it out with Tami even when things are hard. (Not to suggest he doesn't love Tami; I think that she's by far the best match for him on the show.) At the end of the day, I think that Lip and Fiona would enjoy someone properly at their side and in their corner – they just need to understand that that's something they can have, and that for it to work, they need to be in their partner's corner too. As I said, Lip might be on the way, though his unwillingness to solve problems together with Tami is worrisome; who knows what Fiona's up to in Florida; Ian's already got it, and as for Debbie... she knows she wants it, but not how to achieve it. For her, I think, the answer might be to reassess how important having a partner really is to her; does she truly want it, with all the compromises it inevitably entails? Then again, she's young yet; we were, I think, none of us very good at relationships at 20, and Debbie (and her siblings) has had a rougher go of it than most. She has time to learn.
This took... forever, nonnie, so I do hope you see this!. :o Can't say I expect my scattered and tentative musings to have been worth the wait, but I ended up having a lot of fun thinking about this, so here's to you finding something of value in there. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me! <3 And as always, if anyone else wants to chime in you're more than welcome to; my ideas on this aren't very fixed, so I'd love to hear other or additional perspectives.
#the prize for being the Gallagher Least Bad at Relationships is getting to marry one mickey milkovich#congratulations to our worthy winner ian#no wonder he fought so hard for it... 😏#and oh would you look at that!#i answered an ask!#i am very excited about this!#so sorry for the wait nonnie this ask had me thinking a lot so i loved it#lip gallagher#fiona gallagher#debbie gallagher#ian gallagher#meta#asks#my stuff
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The Ride (3)
Part One | Part Two |
Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader
Warning: Violence, Blood, Smut
Word Count: 2.8k
"Hey cousin." Rose sneers, looking at you up and down as if you were pathetic. "Not so tough now, are we?" She laughs, fake pouting before erupting in laughter.
"When grandpa gets.." you begin but she cuts you off quickly.
"Grandpa isn't going to do a fucking thing. He still hasn't responded to that little home movie we sent." She admits. "We'll give him another few hours before making another move." She finishes with a wink before leaving you alone, closing the heavy door behind her.
That fucking bitch, you think. Your blood is boiling that she did this to you. You were going to get out of these ropes and when you did, you were going to beat her ass.
You looked around the room for something, anything that you could use to saw through the ropes. Lucky for you, you see a small nail sticking out of the corner of the wall and you manage to crawl over despite your ankles being tied together as well.
You stand up, trying to ignore the pain that radiating through your entire body as you rub the rope over the nail, listening to the faint sound of the rope unravelling.
**
You're laying in the same spot as you were when Rose left the last time, the only difference now is that your hands are free, as well as your feet but she doesn't need to know that. You lay there waiting, just waiting for the moment of her return.
"We'll start soon. Just let me make her look a little worse." You hear Rose from the other side of the door. Taking a deep breath, you prepare yourself as she opens the door. You close your eyes, waiting for the perfect moment. You listen closely, the sound of her feet dragging gets closer and closer to you.
She kneels, you can feel her breath as she hovers over you. "Pathetic." She spits.
"Yes bitch, you are." You say, sitting up and colliding your head with hers to knock her back. She gasps as she stumbled backwards, her fingers reaching up and touching under her nose and feeling the blood leaking down.
"You bitch." She snarls, charging for you. Her hands balled into fists, she takes a swing for your face, landing the punch on your cheek. You now charge for her, your hand grabbing a clump of her hair, yanking her head down as you lift your knee quickly, hearing the crunch of her nose as her face meets your knee. She lets out a scream as you push her to the ground, walking towards her, your chest heaving. She scrambles to her feet, charging at you like a linebacker, knocking you into the wall. You bring your elbow up, nailing it into her back a couple of times as he continues to pin you. When she finally let's go, she swiftly punches you in the stomach a few times, hitting your ribs, making you double over in pain.
But you knew if you were going to get out of there, you needed to step it up and fight through your pain. You muster up all the energy you have inside of you and punch her in the face before lifting your leg, kicking her in the stomach, knocking her to the ground. You climb on top of her and feed her shot after shot, until she's crying, blood spewing from her face.
"Whose plan was this!?" You growl.
"Mine!" She cries.
"Bullshit. You're not that smart." You spit. "You sent this to grandpa.. for what?" You ask, hitting her again.
"It was his idea!" She screams, crying heavily. "It was grandpa who planned this." She finishes.
You stumble back off her, looking at her confused with tears brimming in your eyes. You and he were so close, this didn't make any sense. "W-what? Why?" You whisper.
"I may have put it in his head you were going to have him voted out and take over." She coughs. "I knew if he thought that, he'd get rid of you and sure enough he tried." She says, still laying on the floor.
"I would never." You say.
"Well in his mind, you were. I wanted you gone. You were always his favourite and I hated it. So I thought if I could make him think you were trying to get him out, maybe he'd love me more." She says.
A few seconds later her two partners run into the room, looking around at all the blood and then seeing Rose laying on the floor.
"Rose! Rose! Are you okay?" One asks.
"No you fucking idiot." She scoffs. "Do I look okay? Take me to a hospital." She whines.
"What about.. her?" The other one asks.
"Let her go. I'm done with this bullshit." She finishes, as one of the men helps her up. "Here." She says, tossing you a set of car keys.
You limp your way out to the car, your hand holding your ribs as you climb into the passenger seat. Rage fills your body as you start the engine before speeding out of the gravel parking lot. Rose's words spin through your head as you speed to your grandpa's house.
Twenty minutes later you speed into the driveway, feeling lucky the gates had already been open. You come to a complete stop, throwing the car into park and getting out, limping to the front door. You bust inside, yelling as you walk down the hallway towards the living room.
"Grandpa!" You sing as you make it to the staircase, where you see Baekhyun running down to see what was going on.
"Ayn?" He whispers, staring at you shocked. "How.. how did you get out?" He asks, gently pulling you in for a hug. "What happened? Where were you?" He questions.
"It was Rose." You breathe, trying not to cry.
"What?" Baekhyun asks.
"She did it." You pause. "For him." You spit, your voice is shaky as you point to your grandfather who was standing in the doorway of his office.
"What are you doing here?." He asks, his face remaining unimpressed.
"Aren't you happy to see me?" You yell. "I know this was you. Rose told me everything."
He says nothing.
"She told me all about how she made you think I was trying to get a vote going to get you out. That's not true! I never did that and would never do that!" You cry. "She lied to you."
"Oh, now Rose wouldn't do that." He chuckles. "I've seen the way you've been acting around here. Whispering to people, clearly trying to get them to vote for you."
"I've never once said or did that. Grandpa, you know I would never! You know me! How can you believe her?" You ask, feeling heartbroken. You couldn't believe that he thought of you like this.
"You know what, I just need a doctor now. I'm going to lay in my room." You spit, turning to the staircase with the help of Baekhyun.
"I can't have a traitor living in my house." He chuckles. "You are no family of mine anymore, Ayn. And if I were you, I'd watch my back. And don't think about doing anything.. that might harm anyone." He finishes, turning to go back into his office.
Baekhyun scoops you up in his arms, carrying you out the front door of the house you used to call home.
**
An hour later Baekhyun pulls you from his car, carrying you into EXO's house. He carries you inside, calling out for someone.
"Lay! I need help." He yells, taking you to the living room and laying you down on the couch.
"What happened?" A blonde man asks, kneeling beside the couch, trying to decide on which wound to look at first.
"Her grandfather, Chairman Yang had her kidnapped and tortured." Baekhyun seethes, his teeth clenched together.
"What the fuck." One of the mumbles, his eyes wide as you try your best to breathe.
"I'm going to need to reset some ribs and some other things. Bring her downstairs, she's going to have to be put under." Lay says. "Kyungsoo I'm going to need your help." He says to another man who rushes off.
Baekhyun scoops you up again, bringing you down the narrow staircase, and into a room that closely resembles a surgical room at a hospital.
"You'll be okay." Baekhyun smiles, rubbing your head as you get hooked up to some machines. "I'll be right here when you wake up." He finishes as they inject you with the sedation. Your eyes become heavy and the last thing you see is Baekhyun's smiling face as you close your eyes.
**
It feels like minutes, but according to Baekhyun it's two days later you wake up from your surgery. Lay had told him that your injuries weren't as severe as he expected when he went in there but they were still pretty bad and it would take you some time to recover.
"I have to lay in bed for 4 weeks?" You groan, throwing your hand over your eyes. "I need to get revenge, or do something."
"You leave that to me, just focus on getting better. But did you have anything in mind for Chairman Yang and Rose?" Baekhyun asks.
"Take. Them. Out." You grit through your teeth. Your family wanted to turn on you, frame you and disown you? Then you owed them nothing and didn't give a fuck about them. You close your eyes again, the exhaustion taking over once again.
**
The 4 weeks you were practically forced to stay in bed were the longest weeks of your life. By the second week, you had been feeling much better but no one would let you do anything, except shuffle your way to and from the bathroom if Baekhyun would even allow that.
Not to mention, he refused to touch you at all, and to say you were horny was a huge understatement.
"So I'm cleared now?" You ask Lay. "To do anything?" You ask, winking at him weirdly.
"Yes, you can have sex now." Lay chuckles, standing up to leave your room.
You quickly rushed from your bed and to your shower, needing to freshen up before Baekhyun got back from whatever errand he had to run. You scrubbed your hair, your body, shaved every surface, just made sure there was no longer any smell associated with what had happened left. You were dealing with the trauma, but right now you wanted to forget it all and get railed by Baekhyun.
After your shower, you quickly dried your hair and went to the dresser to find any kind of lingerie. Luckily for you, tucked way in the back was a small little lace piece that was just your size. You ripped the tag off, shoving it back in the drawer before putting it on and loving the way it made your tits look.
You could hear Baekhyun's voice down the hallway, so you sprinted back into your bed, covering yourself with the covers when Baekhyun walked in.
"Hi." He smiles. "How are you feeling?" He asks.
"I'm okay." You smile. "I have a surprise for you." You whisper. "Turn around."
Baekhyun smiles widely, turning around and tapping his foot as he waits. You get out from under the covers, sitting on your knees you adjust yourself before telling him to turn around.
When he turns, his mouth drops as his eyes scan your body up and down a few times.
"I.. uh. Wow. Like.. wow." He says, clearing his throat. "I thought.. " he pauses.
"Lay cleared me." You purr.
"For?" He asks.
"Everything." You whisper.
You crawl off the bed to where Baekhyun is standing, you can see the outline of his hard cock through his jeans, making your pussy throb. You undo the button and the zipper of his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers to free his cock. You grip your hand around his already throbbing cock, stroking him from base to tip.
"So hard.” You moan. You slowly stroke his cock, back and forth, watching the precum already dripping from his red, swollen tip. You lick your lips before opening up your mouth, engulfing his cock, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you begin to hum, the sweet vibration sending so many chills down his spine.
Your hand pumps his base as your mouth takes on the rest of him, your tongue swirling around. You can feel the saliva seep from your mouth as you swallow him, sucking and pumping until he's almost ready to bust.
"S-stop before I cum." He growls, but you continue sucking him off, making him pant. His hand grabs a clump of your hair, yanking your head back, forcing his cock from in your mouth.
"I said stop, baby." He growls, staring down at you. His hand is still gripping your hair, forcing you to look up at him as a mixture of his precum and your saliva drips down your chin.
"Yes, sir." You smile.
"Hands and knees." He demands.
Eagerly, you climb on the bed, getting onto your hands and knees, swaying your ass from side to side as Baekhyun comes up behind you. He grabs your ass, squeezing harshly before raising his hand and laying a hard slap on your right cheek, making you yelp.
"Quiet now, princess." He purrs.
You feel his fingers gently grazing your clit from underneath before moving up, his fingers slowly pushing into your pussy.
"Ahh." You gasp, it's been so long. Your head drops down as you bite your lip, moving back and forth against his hand.
"Are you eager?" He chuckles.
"Fuck me." You beg. "Please push your cock in me and fuck me until I cum all over it." You whine.
"As you wish." Baekhyun groans. He pulls his fingers from inside you, sucking them clean of your juices.
He pumps his cock a few times before pushing himself into you, stretching your pussy around his cock.
"Fuck." You both huff. You missed the feeling of Baekhyun's large cock stretching you out, fucking you raw until your scream.
"Fuck me hard." You demand. Baekhyun's hands land on your hips, his fingers digging deeply into you. He snaps his hips once, thrusting so hard it jolted you forward, causing shivers to spread across your body.
"Please. Just like that." You whine. Baekhyun continues to fuck you slow, but thrust hard, making you cry out in pleasure each time.
His hand leaves your hips, moving to underneath you, his fingers pressing your swollen clit, rubbing the bud and making you cry out louder.
He hunches himself over you, continuing to rub your clit but his thrusts are fast and hard, pounding his cock into you.
"Don't.. don't stop." You stutter, your breathing laboured as your orgasm builds so quickly. "I'm gonna.. cum." You whimper, your orgasm spreading through your entire body, making you shake as you cum around his cock. You tighten your pussy, making Baekhyun cry out as he releases himself into you, filling your pussy up with his juices.
"Fuck." He breathes, sitting up, his cock still inside you. He raises his hand, landing a smack on your ass again, chuckling while he pulls out and drags you to the shower with him, his cum dripping down your leg.
**
A few days later, Baekhyun stood by the front door with you, pleading for you to rethink going on a run.
"I have something else we can do?" He winks, nudging your arm.
"I need this run but when I get back, definitely." You smile. "Plus we need to go over the retaliation on Chairman Yang. Make sure everything is going according to plan." You finish, giving Baekhyun a peck on the lips before walking out the door.
You plug in your headphones as the sun shines down on you. You feel good, you're happy and things are working out just the way they should. Just as you leave the gates, you see a familiar car sitting outside, with your grandpa leaning against the car. You pull out your headphones, yelling over to him.
"What do you want?" You yell.
He chuckles and shakes his head as he walks towards you. "I told you not to try anything stupid." He says. "And now here you are planning on retaliating against me?" He says.
"How did you.. " you trail off.
"How did I know?" He asks. "I've got a rat in there." He laughs. "I warned you. And now you'll pay the price." He finishes turning around to head back towards his car.
You roll your eyes, turning around to walk the other way. Just as you're putting your headphone back in, you hear what sounds like a gunshot before you feel a hot, burning sensation in your back, along with wetness pouring down your back. You collapse to your knee before falling to your stomach, laying on the gravel bleeding. You barely hear the car driving away, just as you barely hear the sounds of Baekhyun screaming your name before you succumb to the darkness
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Daily Writing Challenge - Day 12 - "Ball/Gravestone"
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The preparations for the ball were well underway at the Evervale Estate. Per the lineage of the wealthy, balls had been planned regularly throughout the year. This time had been no exception as the Farstrider grimaced at the large and opulent room. He had mixed feelings about his plan and had yet to confer with his would-be partner for the dance. In fact, he wasn't even sure if she knew how to dance. Though it was an assumed trait that dragons could do about anything, so why should it worry him so?
"Inerus, darling... You came!" Farianna strode up to him as he bent his knee in respect.
"It's been some time, Lady Rosestrider. How is it that you fare this evening?" He could tell from her appearance alone, that she had grown up to be a fine and beautiful woman. If he had any regret for leaving his family for an adventuring hiatus, it certainly didn't show.
"Oh, please. Formalities aside. You are in the company of a childhood friend. Don't you recall the antics we used to get into? Perhaps we might be able to stir a little trouble in tonight's event, hm?"
Inerus offered a sly smile and shook his head. "I've outgrown what we did as children. You might be surprised, but I have matured believe it or not. The only reason I am here is on the urgent summons of Mother. I doubt my Father had wanted to write to me given my imprompt dismissal of the family name."
At this, Lady Rosestrider frowned. "You haven't heard, have you?" She made a point to step forward and place a hand on his shoulder. Judging by her concerned expression, he was promptly guarded.
"What do you mean, my Lady? What has happened in my absence?"
The woman turned to cast her gaze askance as she deliberated over her answer to him. "This... may not be my place. But your father has since passed. Over a month has gone by and I found it odd you were not present during his burial."
Inerus felt his jaw tighten as his father had left the world without a final goodbye. "Do you know of where his grave is? It would not bode well for me to be here without seeing him."
"It is among the rest of the Evervale family graves within the clearing of the woods. Would you like me to accompany you?"
Inerus shook his head and raised a hand. "I need a moment alone. Please excuse me."
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When he arrived at the grave, Inerus found himself kneeling down to inspect the writing on the face of his father's stone. For whatever reason, regret surged through him and he felt his fists clench at his side. Should he have returned sooner? Stayed with the family until his parents had passed naturally? Did his father die hating him?
Many of these questions clouded his thoughts until he felt a slight tingle in his hand. Upon turning over and opening his hand, he could see that the mark of his dragon illuminating. Closing his eyes, he'd channel arcane into his palm before speaking.
"Raescera... do you wish to speak with me?"
At his question, one of the trees had suddenly seemed... animate. In the split up along its trunk, it gave a wide birth to reveal a Kal'dorei Elf as she stepped through. Unlike portals that were made of magic, the Emerald Dream had facilitated travel in a more unusual and natural sort of way. The tree's bark seamlessly collected behind her as she moved over to him. Her arms gathering him up against her as she looked intently at him.
"I felt... your pain and came to offer you comfort." Her hand settled along his cheek as she drew on her empathic gift to draw his negativity into herself. Though he promptly pulled his hand away and gripped at her forearm.
"You need not take this from me, Lady Raescera. I am simply in shock and experiencing grief. Though your consideration of my needs has not gone unnoticed."
The Kal'dorei gently placed her arm back at her side and nodded. "It was strange, but you have felt anxious to... remorseful. We're these feelings tied to this stone?" A hand gestures to the grave of his father and he shakes his head.
"The anxiousness was another matter... though... it seems pertinent I mention it now. Lady Raescera... I am required to make an appearance tonight for my family. And... in doing so I would like to have you accompany me if you would allow it per your availability and liberation of duty?"
Raescera gave pause to his question and knelt down as plantlife grew about the stone to offer it more age than necessary. But Inerus was against mentioning that fact and knew that the arrangement of fauna would likely be beautiful to those who would come to visit his father.
"Very well. As your dragon, I will see to it as you have seen to the Dream any time I have asked. What is required of me when I meet your family?"
At this, Inerus would flush slightly and scratch at the back of his head. "A dance with music and conversation. Though... I have been meaning to ask if you are familiar with dancing?"
Raescera inclines her head to the side as she rises to look at him. "I have not, though it is a natural trait. I can manage when asked to do so."
He'd simply nod his head and glance back over his shoulder towards the estate then back at her. "Are you also... willing to look like a Sin'dorei? There are still strict expectations of those I associate with... And I do not imagine they would favor a Kal'dorei."
The green dragon nodded her head as a gathering of leaves and wind surged around her. Her shape subtly changed before his very eyes. And just as she had before, she wore transparent clothing that revealed more than what would be expected at the ball.
"Erm... perfect. Now, all we will need is to get you a dress. One that is proper for the occasion."
"What is wrong with what I am wearing?" She inquires as she moves closer to him.
"It suggests a behavior punishable by tanning one's hide. Please... allow me to assist you with this endeavor?"
Raescera gave a slow nod as he pulled her away from his father's grave. The notion of regret slipping as he sought to shoulder the burden better in the evening.
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Near the start time of the dance, he led Raescera into the room. He wore something similar in color to her dress and held her by the arm with his own. Her attire mirrored her passion for the Dream as she was a stunning creature to behold in the ballroom. There was no question that eyes were drawn to her and Inerus as they made their way forward. However, she managed the part of a Sin'dorei with entitlement well as she regarded the room around her. Leaning close, she spoke softly into his ear.
"There are many here... I do not know how we will be able to dance and talk with them all in the hour we intend to stay."
"That is a normal worry, but I assure you... The Sin'dorei manage to find ways to make time and exceed the allotment of time for conversation. I suspect we may be here longer if we get caught by the wrong parties during the dance."
At this, the music started to carry through the large hall. Already pairs of Sin'dorei made their way onto the floor to dance. Inerus turned to Raescera as he offered an overturned hand to her. "May I have this dance, Lady Raescera?"
"You may, Dragonsworn Inerus." She gingerly set her hand within his as his fingers folded around hers. His other arm sought to wrap about her side as he spoke. "When you are ready... step with me. I will lead you and if you feel lost... rely on me."
She gave a nod and took a step. He moved with her, though he made to do so slowly. His gaze focused entirely on her as the arm bracing her side gave more support than the joined hands that were outstretched from their bodies. A smile made its way onto his features as he seemingly kept pace with those that danced around them. A majority of the dancers hugged their partners with the same motion of dance.
Although Raescera had been new to it, she only slipped a few times. Though it was hardly noticed given Inerus's practiced form. And each time she faltered, he would ease to a slower rhythm. Her own features grew bright as she noted the gold opulent chandeliers overhead.
"Perhaps one day, you can add a chandelier to your own lair," he quipped noting her look to the ceiling. "I'm sure I could get you one if you want..."
"I would welcome that. And I would look forward to doing these... dances more often. I am enjoying myself."
He felt touched by her words as a tender look crossed his features. He leaned close to speak near her ear. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Lady Raescera."
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Hi!!! May I get a HP, Star Wars, Voltron, and Disney matchup?
𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦 + 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
19, Libra, Neutral Good, enneagram is 4w5, muggleborn Ravenclaw (with Gryffindor tendencies), and my patronus spirit is Hummingbird. Biromantic Pansexual Genderfluid woman using pronouns of She/Her or He/Him. Cherubic-like face, with short height (5'1") plus sized Southeast Asian woman with Spanish descent that has chic messy/wavy brunette medium hair that reaches to my shoulder, oriental skin, slightly upturned eyes, small lashes, chocolate brown irises, cute flat nose, heart shaped face, full cheeks, cupid's bow lips, a small beauty mark on the forehead, and naturally straight teeth with tiny gap in front (just imagine that it's a mixture of Marinette from 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴, Musa from 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘅 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯, and Alexandra Trese from 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲---cause' my friend told me that I kinda look like them). My sense of fashion is in between emo and boyish plus korean glam, I sometimes let my hair down or styled like Lara Croft reboot.
𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
Distant, quiet, and timid at first making people thought I'm a demure, modest, and self-effacing that looks "immaculate" or "one of a kind" (due to my protective mom, a reason why I've never been in a relationship) but the truth is, dunno how to initiate a conversation, but a total opposite if I open up---friendly, ambivert, witty, laughing loudly on a daily basis---like my happiness is too shallow, super talkative, eats a lot (yeah I can finish a huge slice of cake or a meal in one sitting), awkward, daydreamer (I got embarrassed from knocking at the door even I'm inside the classroom 😂), EXTREMELY CLUMSY (mostly gets bruises from hitting, bumping my head somewhere, walking into something on my way, and being careless to my belongings), secretly likes affection, easily overwhelmed, prone to melt over wholesomeness, flusters on compliments, lightly blushes on cheesy banters, eager to share what I know (especially about Catholic Church---my past teacher joked that I'll become a saint because of it 🤣), oftenly speaks full of sarcasm with a lowkey crackhead energy citing meme references, and talented girl who can be your no.1 supporter and unashamed to be true to myself but can be awkward to strangers. In terms of leadership, I only educate and guide than being a prefect (I might take the role seriously), will lift my group when there's lacking/incompleteness. About doing projects in school, I become too extra and prepared for efforts, but I'll forget the process in the end.
The extent, I'm expressive, warm-hearted, willig to help, kind, intelligent, supportive, nice, creative, enthusiastic, laid-back, determined, tough, competitive, and feisty outside, but a real softie that can be childish and dramatic that cries so easily (but will enlightened real quick by smallest things that makes me smile) filled with doubts, frustrations, and insecurities with fear of failure that pushes off the limits to to please everyone because they might get dissappointed from expectations---I simply can't stop proving myself too much because I'm a survivor of bullying. But I still managed to be stronger than ever after I stumbled, even it's a slow burn process. I can be blunt, intimidating, harsh, and a douchebag if I receive ends or I got interrupted while doing something. Immature, headstrong, perfectionist, demanding, hesitant, jumpy, forgetful, overthinker, quick-tempered, sensitive, and anxious (no joke, my nervousness makes me think worse scenario will arrive). Though can be procrastinator and arrogant, I raised as a religious 𝖺𝗇𝖽 diplomatic youth, willing to fight what I believe (including my dreams and what's important to me) and what is right. In addition, I have a habit of staying up late and doing sign of the cross to ease nervousness.
Rowdy and feeling-brokenhearted and bitter friend in the group who fangirl a lot, swears like sailor, will call out on people that we loathe, will make fun of your stupidity (in a good way) before helping, and bring gossips, but a hopeless romantic and cheeky (makes banter with sarcasms or pick up lines as an endearment, but gets annoyed if I received sappy or offensive one), Still generous and concerned person in a subtle and different way.
𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦
My hobbies are singing, drawing, roleplaying, listening to music, chatting/browsing on social media, conceptualizing, writing, and reading some stuffs. I'll include making corniest jokes/puns, sleeping, and dancing when nobody's around or walking like a model if I feel so bold (even I'm terrible at both xD). I also used to learn Italian language a bit.
𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦
Loves kittens, milk tea, singing at the karaoke, cartoons, iced coffee, memes, cute things, watching YouTube videos (mostly pageants, ASMR, edit audios, and mukbangs), also enjoys playing games on my sister's PSP. Sucker for arts, choir, poetry, night sky, makeup, fun/deep/dumb conversations, Christianity, documentaries (about saints, real crime stories, and inspirational people), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and creative writing, chilling both indoors and outdoors. Beside that, my music taste are like late 90s-2000s songs (mostly rock, pop, and country) sometimes Catholic songs, kpop and ppop, chocoholic, and a sweetooth as well.
𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦
Things that I hate are stereotyping, HUGE creepy crawlies (spiders, toads, snakes, and cockroaches), firecracker sounds, thunder and lightning, being left out, loneliness, heart break, blackout, and judgemental people. If I found out that someone hates or backstabbing or being rude to me, I won't hesitate to throw offensive criticisms, leaving them with a "I don't give a f" attitude. One random fact about me is, I 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 vent out EVERYTHING I despise in my entire existence---from bad soap operas to toxicity, worse scenarios in real life, and how terrible is my love life from unrequited feelings that I got, because it's a big deal for me, and I consider forcing me to do what I'm not into and manipulating me as my major pet peeves.
𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦
In terms of triggers...I only have two which are ta𝖨king about divorce/annullment/separation because I came from a generational broken family (it sucks that some people I knew assumed that the reason why I'm overly unaware that someone is interested in me in secret, is I have "high standards" looking for a partner, but the truth is I'm strict and I have a personal preferences...I know my worth and I don't want settle for less!) and religion/beliefs discrimination, cause' there are reasonings that doesn't makes sense because some, sounds too hypocritical, like as if you're a morally good person.
𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 + 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗦
My love languages are quality time and gift giving, but I actually swoon over physical touch (especially cuddles and cute kisses) and words of affirmation when it comes to having a partner, though I get attracted so easily, matured but can be a goofy person who's nice, friendly, kind-hearted, loving, faithful, and excels in academics is my cup of tea. Whenever I have a real life crush (which is rare), I act the same but deep inside, my heart is about to explode and will eventually share to my trustful friends how I highly admire that person, however if they spilled the beans out, I'll obviously deny it and will cry if they like someone else, it will take some time for me to move on, now I don't care for them anymore.
Best Friends to Lovers is my ideal trope because I find it very cute since you already knew each other before dating (which happened to my 2nd cousin, she married her best friend!)---perfect balance for romance, laughters, comfort, and tears when it comes to sharing your vibes, being there through thick and thin, safe with embraces, and helping each other to grow.
𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗔𝗦
My best assets are smile, eyes, personality, singing voice, artistic skills, writings, intelligence, oratorical skills and I have potential in hosting...so I can consider myself as a singer, artist, orator, speaker, and a top student who's a former active campus ministry member with three roles (choir leader, psalm singer, and reader).
May sounds different but I'm passionate for helping people through my talents and sharing my story to inspire everyone. I may look selfish, but I have a different way on how I show that I actually care also I have a biased sentimental value
Currently a college freshman, learning how to cook. I have so many interests, to the point I don't know what I'm into because of my dreams to become a popular Filipino YouTuber, a novelist, and being part of a successful chorale competing internationally...I also consider joining pageants at school too once the pandemic ends, but maybe.
HP: Remus!
- Remus is also quiet and a bit reserved when he's not in a familiar situation, so your own first impression on him would be a good one, as you'd seem similar to his own personality. He's sweet and is able to start up a conversation if he notices the other person is having a hard time doing so, so hopefully he'd be able to bring out your more extroverted and friendly self after a while so he can be around the more open you. He wouldn't mind you being a bit awkward-he's very much the same way-honestly, the comradery that would come from that would be more positive than anything else. He loves sharing knowledge and learning about new things, so your eagerness to talk about what you know would work really well also! He does a lot better when he knows someone has his back too, so your extra supportive nature would endear him to you as well.
SW: Han!
- Your nicer and more helpful personality would balance out Han's more standoffish vibes when first meeting. You might get on his nerves a bit first, but you'd quickly grown on him and, in turn, make him a bit of a better person. Your ability to be blunt and a bit harsh would serve you well if you ever needed to stand your ground on an issue that two of you have, as he can be quite stubborn.
VLD: Lance!
- Lance can be a bit immature from time to time as well, especially when it comes to trying to be funny or cheering up those around him-he's also headstrong and typically firm in what he wants to do, so your own determined personality would attract him to you a lot as well. He often puts off things he needs to do if they make him anxious too, but if you both recognize that you share that problem, helping each other might be a good solution!
Disney: Flynn!
- Flynn is quite a sarcastic and teasing person, so your own humor would match well with his. He's also quite a hopeless romantic as well, even though he's certainly not one to admit that right off the bat. He enjoys singing, and as he gets closer to someone he feels more comfortable doing so in front of them, so a partner he's been with for a long time would get to see him be more and more open with it. That also applies to activities like dancing.
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