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blushweddinggowns · 1 year

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Now with Part 2!

Steve didn’t have the best track-record when it came to relationships. It’s not that he had a problem getting into them, he just had an issue staying in them. Or more accurately, getting someone to want to stay with him.

Nancy was the worst example of that by far, but even before her, there was a trend in Steve’s life. People broke up with him, not the other way around. And he knew why. Steve wasn’t stupid, or at least, not as stupid as people thought he was. He knew he was clingy, he knew he fell in love too fast, got intense too fast, he was painfully aware of the fact.

And he wasn’t going to go through it again. Robin had been the last straw, in both a good and a bad way. The romance aspect was obviously shot to shit immediately, but at the same time, she was the one person in his life, who wasn’t a literal child, that didn’t think he was too much. She was the one person who loved him back unconditionally, all of his clinginess and care one hundred percent accepted.

And Steve would take it. He got lucky enough to get someone to want to be in his life while knowing the real him, why push? A platonic soulmate was probably more than he deserved anyway. So Steve accepted the fact that this was it. Maybe down the line, he’d do what his parents did, get married for convenience instead of love. Have kids, the whole normal life shebang. But for now, he was happy to keep all that crap away from him.

But then came Eddie Munson.

Stupid, reckless, annoying, adorable Eddie Munson. Eddie Munson who almost died protecting Steve’s favorite child, Eddie Munson who had the prettiest eyes in the state of Indiana, Eddie Munson who ended up being the sweetest, funniest person Steve had ever met. Eddie Munson, who latched onto Steve with lightning fast speed, and made him feel like his life had fucking color again.

They became fast friends, half because experiencing hell together was a really great bonding experience, and half because Dustin refused to hang out with them separately now that their weird jealous feud was over. The little shit was obviously trying to play as a friend matchmaker, and it worked to Dustin’s delight.

Despite all their differences, Steve and Eddie just clicked. On the surface, they couldn’t be more different, but underneath it all, they were eerily similar. Both had shitty parents who hated them, both were fucking terrible at academics and would side-eye each other when one of their genius friends went on a smart person rant. They were both snarky shitheads who could make the other laugh like no tomorrow. They both wanted out of this shitty town, but were too afraid to leave their friends behind. And they just…liked each other. A lot.

Steve could, and had, spent hours talking to him on the phone, about anything and nothing. And as embarrassing as it was, falling asleep on there together was not a rare thing for either of them. Soon enough, they were almost attached at the hip. Even at work they couldn’t stay away from each other, either Eddie was loitering on the Family Video floor chatting up Steve, or Steve was impatiently waiting in Eddie’s passenger seat as he did a drug deal. And it was all so fun, just being with him. Steve kind of felt like he was on top of the world.

But then it happened. He didn’t know how it happened, but it happened.

One second, they were on their way to the movie theater, arguing about what they were going to see, and the next Steve realized it. He stared at Eddie, still in the middle of his rant on how The Fly was going to be so much more memorable than Stand by Me.

An uncomfortably familiar feeling was building up inside him. Familiar but different, more intense than anything he could remember. But he still knew what it was. It was that horrible, fluttery feeling he had with Nancy, but worse. Because with Nancy, Steve had been trying, he had worked to impress her, had opened himself up on purpose to get his heart broken.

But with Eddie? It felt like he was taking a piece of Steve without permission. He hadn’t even thought about it when he opened up to him, he just did it. He never pretended with him, he was just his bitchy, overly attached self, and Eddie had never had a problem, if anything he encouraged it.

In hindsight, Steve had never had a chance.

He was in love with him. He was in love with him and he wanted to puke. He had Eddie take him straight home after that, with a half truth about feeling like shit. And then he had to wave him off from trying to take care of him, the ass. Like making Steve fall in love with him wasn’t enough, he had to genuinely care about him too? It just made him feel worse.

He had called Robin immediately, because what else could he do? He told her the whole shitty story, and like the angel she was, she talked him through it, sexuality crisis included. She made the argument that if he could fight demons with his bare hands, than he could more than handle being gay for one dude. Which...maybe wasn’t the most sound reasoning, but it worked.

They developed a system, Steve could whine and cry to Robin about his hopeless infatuation, and hang out with Eddie like nothing was wrong. And when Eddie eventually moved on with a girlfriend, Steve would just lock himself in his room for two weeks and cry like a loser until he got over it. It was a good plan, and he felt like he had everything under control.

Until he didn’t.

It was another Friday night, and Steve was always over at Eddie’s on Fridays. And Saturdays. And Sundays. And occasionally on Wednesday and Thursday. Almost always on Mondays and Tuesdays.

Okay, so he borderline just lived there when he wasn’t working, but so what? Eddie always seemed happy to see him, and Wayne didn’t mind. He was reading a comic on Eddie’s bed, while Eddie was fiddling with his guitar, staring into space.

“Hey Steve?”

“Hm?”

Eddie was quiet for a second, pausing before asking, “Why don’t you date girls anymore?”

Steve was only half-listening, still engrossed in what he was reading, “Don’t really have the time.”

“But you do have the time. Like…now is the time. You can tell me if I’m the one getting in the way of that.”

Steve shrugged, flipping the page, “You’re never in the way. I just like spending time with you more than random girls, y’know?”

He could hear Eddie put down his guitar to join Steve on the bed, his voice a little shaky, “Steve, if I ask you something that’s, uh, kinda out there, will you promise you won’t be mad?”

Steve rolled his eyes, impatient as he re-read the same part over again, "If it’s quick, I’m getting to the good part here dude.”

Eddie took a deep breath, voice soft as he asked, "Are you in love with me?”

Steve could feel his heart stop in his chest, and for a brief second, he couldn’t help but wonder if this is what a heart attack felt like. His head shot up, comic forgotten, eyes wide as he stared at Eddie’s questioning face. His mind was racing too fast to form a coherent thought. How did he figure it out? Was Steve that obvious? Was…was he mad? Would he be mad? Would he hate him? Call him a queer and kick him out of the trailer? By the time he thought of the simple answer to just deny it, he had already been staring at Eddie with his mouth hanging open for a full minute.

The window for believability was definitely closed on that front.

The whole thing felt unfair. He…he had tried this time. Really, really tried to not let his stupid feelings come into play, but here he was again, caught and about to get his heart smashed to a thousand pieces.

Eddie was still waiting for an answer, tense as he searched Steve’s face. Steve licked his lips, opening and closing his mouth like an idiot before managing to squeak out, “I’m sorry.”

Eddie was still staring at him, expression unreadable as he asked again, “So…you are?”

Steve looked away, staring back at his stupid comic book as he nodded, vision blurring. Christ, he was going to cry. Eddie was going to scream at him, or never talk to him again, or god forbid try to be understanding while shutting it down. He’d have to watch their relationship slowly dissolve while Eddie kept a healthy distance away, probably take the time to fall for some pretty girl who wasn’t a clingy and annoying fuck like Steve was.

He froze when he felt Eddie’s hand on his chin, forcing his head up to meet his eyes. This was it, the end of everything. He could barely fucking see with all the tears in his eyes, but then Eddie was wiping them away and he was…smiling at him?

“Thank God,” Eddie breathed, leaning in until their lips touched. They were kissing. Eddie Munson was kissing him. And even through his shock, Steve was damn sure kissing him back.

Eddie was trying to talk to him, pulling away to get a few words out before going right back in to press their mouths together, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

Steve was the one who had to pull away, as reluctant as he was he had to make sure he wasn’t dreaming here, “Y-you’re not mad?”

Eddie seemed to vaguely understand that they still needed to talk, but that wasn’t stopping him from kissing every other part of Steve’s face, “Why would I be mad?”

“Because…” Because I’m a guy? Because you could do better? Because I’m a suffocating freak who already takes up most of your time? “Because I’m me?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, “Oh no, the man I’m in love with is himself. Whatever will I do?”

Steve froze for the second time at that, a smile slowly spreading over his face, “You love me?”

“I love you, you love me, and I would really appreciate it if we could just make-out on my bed now that-”

Eddie didn’t even get the full sentence out before Steve was on him, tackling him on the bed to smash their lips back together.

And sure, Steve was still scared shitless about the possibility that Eddie would wake up one day and realize he could do better, but for now? He’d take it.

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #you'll pry my insanely long posts out of my cold dead hands #Yes Steve #you are that obvious #might do a part two to counter all the negative Steve self thoughts #this one's forever kiddo #but can you blame him?#nancy did a number on the boy

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0x1lovebot · 1 year

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𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧; all of u are useless bitches.

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𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲; me. y/n’s apartment?? TODAY???

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞; y/n what is this😧

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨; tomato tomahtoe let me be delusional🙄

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨; sounds like a date

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gracesimp · 1 year

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Jealousy.

tenth doctor x fem!reader

SUMMARY : the doctor isn't too pleased with his companion's new friend. Donna gets inlvoved in some overdue matchmaking.

The Doctor's list of regrets is endless. He's said things he didn't mean. Treated people in ways he shouldn't have. Taken part is stuff he doesn't even allow himself to think about. But the newest addition to the list, by far, is his most regretful of them all.

He introduced y/n to Jack Harkness.

In his defense, there really wasn't any way of avoiding it. When using the rift to refuel the TARDIS's engines, he spotted the familiar coated figure of the Captain sprinting towards his ship. Following his past actions, he quickly rushed towards the console and started his ship, sending his faithful companions, Donna and y/n, flying across the room; completely unaware of the hijacker clinging onto the outside as they hurtled through the vortex.

When they landed at their next adventure, y/n immediately spotted Jack on his back in an awkward position on the floor.

"Doctor!" she yelled, making him and Donna rush towards them. Donna gasped as The Doctor rolled his eyes.

"Not again." He moaned.

Donna and y/n looked at him in shock.

"You mean to say this has happened before?!" Donna exclaimed. "How many free passengers have done this?"

"Just him," The Doctor said, running his hand through his hair. "I think he's the only one who'd dare. The only one who could survive."

Y/n had been monitoring the muscled man, checking for consciousness and life signs yet not finding any. She looked up solemnly, "Doctor, I'm so sorry. But I can't find a heartb-"

She was inturpted by a strong intake of breath as the man sat up, her and Donna screaming. "I knew I shouldn't have skipped first aid class!"

Jack looked around, eyes catching the kneeling woman beside him and he lifted a finger to her chin, making their eyes lock and a blush take over her cheeks. "Hello." He smirked.

"Stop it!" The Doctor frowned, crossing his arms across his chest.

"I really don't mind." Y/n smiled shyly.

The Doctor was used to this. Jack flirting with every living thing but for some reason it irked him more than ever. Donna nudged his shoulder, a small smirk on her face, causing the timelord to scoff. "You not gonna introduce us?" She said, somewhat smugly.

Begrudgingly, he pointed to members of the group. "Jack, this is my friend, Donna. She travels with me. Donna, this is Jack. He used to travel with me. Now he runs a Torchwood in Cardif." They smiled at each other in greeting before Jack raised his eyebrows and watched the woman who had her arms wrapped around him for support.

"Are you not going to introduce me to this beautiful woman?" Jack asked, fingers brushing the young lady's heated face.

The Doctor sniffed, eyes avoiding the two on the ground and the snickering redhead to his side. "Jack, this is y/n, my...friend."

"Y/n," Jack began, smiling with his bluest eyes. "gorgeous name for a gorgeous lady."

And that's when it began.

Since then, the two had been inseperable. Always close to the other, always laughing or playfully bickering. And quite honestly, the Doctor hated it.

There had been an unfamiliar distance between him and y/n since Jack re-entered his life and stole his friend from him. He was quickly growing resentful.

From a distance, he heard the common occurrence of Jack and his companion's laughter, his frown deepening into a scowl as he hit a button on the console.

Donna noticed and slowly stalked towards him, watching as he slumped back into the pilot seat, eyes distanced and distracted.

"Oh, c'mon, Spaceman," She began, red hair cascading her face as her right hand was holding a hairbrush she was previously using. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing." he sulked.

"Oh, come off it. You've been a right miserable git these past few days. And it doesn't take a genius to figure out the reasonings behind your sour mood." She rolled her eyes, walking back to the mirror she had been using to comb her hair prior to starting the conversation.

"How'd you mean?"

"Well, since y/n and Casanova over there met," She pointed into the hallway leading into the kitchen. "You've been sulking all over the shop."

"Donna, I have no idea what you're talking about." He denied, still not meeting her eyes.

"Lay off it. You're jealous."

"I am not-" he began but quickly halted when his voice had unnaturally raised a few octaves. "I am not jealous."

"Yeah, okay." Donna rolled her eyes, setting the brush down while abandoning the mirror.

"I'm not!" He exclaimed.

"I'm agreeing with you!"

"Mhm" He stood up, pressing a few more buttons, ignoring the ginger as she sat in his previously acclaimed seat. "Good."

A silence took over them as Donna stared at her hand, thinking about having y/n give her nails a touch up. "So.." She began, treading on water. "If you're not jealous, I'm sure you'll be happy to know that y/n and Jack are thinking on going on a date."

"What?" He frowned, jaw clenching.

"Yeah, that's what they asked me to come and tell you. Will you take them to a romantic planet. Maybe somewhere with a restaurant? Pretty lights. Jack wants it to be special for her." As she spoke, she hopped from the seat and walked to the exit of the room, allowing her voice to travel with her, leaving a glum doctor standing alone by his console with his thoughts racing.

Later that day, y/n jogged into the kitchen, dressed in pajamas with her hair tied back. She smiled, finding the doctor eating a banana as he leaned on the counter. "Hello, Doc!"

His eyes lit up at the voice he found himself missing. He chucked the remains of his fruit into the bin, smiling at his companion. "Hi."

"Donna told me to ask you about 'the trip.' She's been banging on about it! Says I need to dress fancy. Jack's already picking out his suit."

His mind thought back to the conversation he had with Donna earlier that day and a frown engraved itself onto his face. "Oh, right."

Feeling an uncomfortable atmosphere creep its way into the room, she opened the cupboard and searched for her supply of jaffa cakes the TARDIS had gratefully given her.

The Doctor watched, a small smile growing on the corner of his lips. The TARDIS really liked y/n. It was not often his ship would offer a selection of his guest's favourite delicacies to them.

"Y/n", he said, earning a soft noise of acknowledgement from her. "Are you..Happy..here? With me?"

Y/n dropped her chocolate on the counter, rubbing her hands free of crumbs as she looked up at her Doctor. "Of course I am! What a silly question. I love it here! I love the TARDIS, I love our adventures! I love y-" her words fumbled over the others and she looked down in embarrassment.

"Are you..going to leave?" He asked, insecurities flowing out alongside his words. Y/n stepped close to him and grabbed ahold of his calloused hands.

"Of course I'm not. You're not getting rid of me, TimeBoy." She smiled. "Where's this coming from?"

The Doctor looked down at their joined hands and he squeezed them lightly, not knowing what to say to fill the quietness.

"Doctor?"

"It's just..." He sighed, finally allowing himself to meet the eyes he'd found himself getting lost in so often, he could alonost count them as a second home. "I don't want you to date him." he mumbled.

"Date?" She asked, brows furrowed in confusion. "Who's going on a date?"

The Doctor looked perplexed, mouth opening and closing with no sound escaping them. "Donna said-" His mouth closed again, face hardening. "Donna." He whispered, rolling his eyes at his obliviousness to his sassy friends blatant lies.

Still confused, Y/n searched his eyes for answers. "Donna said what?"

Sighing, he explained, "Donna told me that you and Jack were going on a date."

"A date? With Jack?" Y/n laughed, crinkles forming under her eyes. "I love Jack, obviously, but only as a friend." She said, still laughing until realisation hit. "Wait, but would it be so bad if Jack and I were more than friends?"

"Yes." The timelord answered so quick.

"Oh, thanks." His companion said, dropping his hands while creating some distance between the two.

Understanding his mistake, he reached forwards and took her hands again. "But only because.. because .. I don't think you're suited well."

Y/n frowned but her eyes softened at the vulnerable look on her Doctor's face. It was his turn to stumble through his words and she watched as a pink hue danced upon his freckled cheeks and tinted the tops of his ears. "Doctor, what are you trying to say?" She prodded softly.

"I-" Forcing himself to say the words, he looked nearly pained. "I'm saying.. that you're better suited for someone else.." Penny in the air. "Someone like, well, me." Penny drops. "Y/n I am in love with you. So absoloutely and completely in love with you. I never thought I would find love again, but I did. I found it in you."

Silence filled the room once again. His brown eyes searched his companion's face but found no signs of mutual feelings. Her face had remained unchanged, no words leaving her lips. He searched her eyes, so used to being able to read everything she was feeling just by looking into them, though he again found nothing.

He started rambling, tripping over his words. "I'm so sorry, just forget I said anything, it doesn't matter." His hand tried to slip out of hers so he could exist the room, but she clung on firmer, not allowing him to move. "Really, y/n, I'm so sorry, just for-"

Suddenly he felt her soft lips on his. He let out a noise of startled surprise before it registered that she was kissing him. The dream he had dreamt a million times had became a reality. His mind sprung into action quickly, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in closer and deepening the kiss. His free hand reached up and stroked her cheek as their mouths moulded together perfectly.

She truly was made for him.

Breaking away, the doctor pressed his forhead to hers, lips barely distanced, both of them panting. She reached up and ran a hand through his gelled hair, before bringing it down and stroking his neck.

Both of their lips were plumped from the kiss, and she bit into hers before talking. "Doctor, I am just as equally as in love with you."

A massive smile broke onto his kissed lips and he tugged her closer, bringing her in once again. However, they were interrupted by cheering.

They turned their heads slowly, looking at the door and spotting his redheaded companion and immortal friend cheering and high-fiving, drowning in victory.

AHH, SECOND POST= DONE. hope you enjoyed! Thank you so much for the support on my first fic. I'm really enjoying writing again! I used to love it, but I found myself doubting my abilities and becoming inconsistent with it. So, to have people read my work and like it is just unimaginable. Thank you! <3

#doctor who fanfiction #new who #the doctor x reader #doctor who x reader #david tennant #tenth doctor x you #tenth doctor x y/n #tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor #10th doctor x you #10th doctor #10th doctor x reader #doctor who #donna noble #jack harkness #ten x reader #doctor who x y/n #doctor who x you

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patheticbabie · 9 months

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oh my god, literally on my knees for kindergarten teacher! dick grayson, you genius

he's got the fun class, his class is always up for mischief

all you hear if you walk past his classroom, is little giggles from his students

whenever it's one of his students birthday's, he'll always have a gift ready for them

his kiddos love story time, because as I quote "Mr Grayson does the funniest voices"

now the first time you met him, is when your daughter Lily is a new student (moving to a new city is daunting for a little girl and her single mum)

being the new kid is daunting, let alone when you're in kindergarten, but Dick made sure to make sure she's welcomed into his class

he has a special lolly jar for when the kiddos get rewarded for something good

he figured that's a sure way to get her to be less shy

at the end of the school day, she was all smiles and giggles. Bouncing on the spot near Dick, while seeing you walk towards the two of them

Dick's eyes widen as he first saw you, you literally took his breath away

when you bent down to your daughters level and smothered her in kisses while hugging her, he couldn't help but melt and smile at the scene

"Lily made a lot of friends and just between you and me, I kind of got her to open up with some lollies"

finally looking up, you were greeted with the most dashing smile and ocean blue eyes that gazed at you softly. This man was downright pretty

both of you trying to keep your composure, as you both looked at each other

introducing each other with soft smiles and a handshake, you both swore you felt an electric zap run through you as your fingers touched

from there you always made sure to arrive at least 10mins early for after school pick up time, just to get the chance to talk to him

it starts out with small things, asking how about each others day, funny things that happened in his class, to asking what's happening on the weekend

one day, when you were dropping Lily off to her class, she handed you a small bunch of lilies, slyly saying it's for Mr. Grayson. As you watch her run to her friends and giggle (our little matchmaker)

walking up to Dick, you tapped his shoulder, and once again you're mesmerised by those blue eyes

"...are those for me?"

shyly nodding and handing him the flowers "Lilies, because well I guess you can tell they're my favourite because of Lily"

hearing that laugh instantly made you feel warm, wanting nothing more than to always hear it, every morning and every night

it wasn't until the end of the school week that Dick finally got the courage to ask you out

the classic, dinner, movie and the late night dessert spot

you two sitting across from each other in the booth at the ice cream shop, his eyes are sparkling as he listens to you

leaning across from the table, he reached for the little bit of whipped cream on the corner of your lips

"....there...." he whispered as he licked the whipped cream off his thumb

your breath hitched as you watched him

"Dick....?"

"Yeah sweetheart?"

"Kiss me"

your first kiss was as sweet as the ice cream, soft but delicate

it's 3 months when he asked you to be official, of course with the help of Lily

the moment you two told her, she couldn't help but giggle and say confidently "you're welcome, can I be the flower girl for the wedding?"

you both said I love you during a quiet night where he spent the night at your place, cuddling and talking about whatever came to mind

when you have a day off, you stop by his classroom and have lunch together

a lot of sneaky make out sessions (it's hard when you have a 5 year old in the apartment)

the night when Lily is with her grandma, that's when you and Dick had a romantic dinner, he cooked. With you distracting him with kisses on his neck, a few pecks and hands roaming under his shirt

he was soft and gentle when you two made love for the first time

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #nightwing #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson headcanon #nightwing imagine #nightwing headcanon #dick grayson x you #nightwing x you #kindergarten teacher!dick grayson #candice writes #;babies ask

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v-o-i-d-e-d · 9 months

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May we have a oneshot based on this scene (https://youtube.com/watch?v=BgVJDd5vHfw&feature=share) for Spockxreader?

Omg, I love this scene! Of, course I will do it! I altered some parts just a little bit but the gist is the same. I hope you like it!

Title: Hello Sweetie

Pairing: Spock x fem!reader, implied platonic Jim Kirk x reader, and platonic Bones x reader

Warnings: canon violence, it's implied that Jim meddled for matchmaking purposes, nothing else I think

Word Count: 2924

She really shouldn’t have been here. Pure lunacy had gotten her here in the first place. Doctor (Y/N) (L/N) was never meant for this type of fieldwork and she was willing to bet that her own lack of skill was a huge reason why she was in this particularly dangerous situation. She was stood in the middle of a very ornate room – a sort of banquet hall she surmised – with her hands cuffed in front of her. Her elegant dress was singed at the hem and her hair had fallen out of its elegant updo. She looked around and noticed there were a total of three other people in the room all of whom wore heavy robes with hoods to obscure most of their faces: the alien guard beside her the one behind her and the one standing by the door they just came in through.

“You know when I get invited to parties, normally there’s food,” She said to the guard who stood closely to her right. He did not acknowledge her at all and his large, bug-like eyes stayed focused on the door at the other end of the room. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, “So much for small talk.”

As she shifted her weight from foot to foot with impatience she couldn’t help but place partial blame on the genius who thought this plan up in the first place. Captain James T. Kirk. Just a day earlier he had cornered (Y/N) in her office and asked her to take part in a simple recognizance mission.

“I’m telling you this is an easy mission and it will go off without a hitch! You’re in, you’re out, you’re done,” Kirk pleaded as he followed her out into the main area of the medbay. He had just explained how it would be perfect for her because she was sociable and friendly. Of course, he couldn’t help but add in the added benefit of her good looks. “People will be spilling their guts to you! All you gotta do is bat those eyelashes.”

“Captain, this is harassment. I told you: missions like that are not in my job training.” (Y/N) turned to face Kirk and used her hand to apply emphasis to her statement. “I. Am. Not. Going. End of story.”

The door opened after what felt like hours but what was only a few minutes. (Y/N) watched as an alien that looked similar to the guard but larger walked confidently into the room accompanied by a few other guards. The big alien was dressed in fine clothes and had an elaborate and heavy-looking headdress on, signaling to (Y/N) that it would be good for her health to not piss him off. She stayed silent until the alien stood so close to her that she could smell him. He smelled of rotten meat and expensive oils.

“You are Doctor (Y/N) (L/N) of the starship Enterprise.” He said. “I have reason to believe you are a cohort of Commander Spock.”

This took (Y/N) by surprise. Her brows furrowed and her lips tugged into a frown. Sure she had worked with Spock plenty of times but surely not enough to be considered a cohort, or associated with him by name.

“I think there’s been some sort of mistake here. I don’t even know Commander Spock that well!”

“Spock suggested you specifically for the mission.”

(Y/N) paused and dropped her hand down to her side. Kirk could very well be lying just to get her to agree but then why else would he want a surgeon doing a spy’s job.

“No, he didn’t. You just want me to give in,” She huffed and gathered some old patient files that needed to be sorted and brushed passed Kirk and into her office. She couldn’t deny the rush of warmth spreading across her face but she could do her best at hiding it.

“I’m serious! He said you were beautiful and that you would be disarming enough to get people to talk to you about anything,” Kirk once again followed (Y/N) into her office but this time stopped to lean on the door frame. He crossed his arms and smirked as he watched the doctor deadpan at him.

“Commander Spock said that? Those exact words?” She didn’t believe Spock even knew how to actually compliment people, even behind their backs.

The alien huffed and one of his henchmen stepped forward. He was very scrawny and his large eyes darted wildly around the room.

“We have reliable intel that you are close to the Enterprise’s second-in-command and we would like you to divulge his whereabouts. We know that he has been trying to infiltrate our databases and that is a crime that can not go unpunished,” his voice was harsh, like a steaming tea kettle and (Y/N) winced.

“Well, I’m sorry but your intel is wrong. I wouldn’t even classify us as friends. Well, I mean it’s not that I don’t want to be his friend. I actually like him a lot but he spends just about every moment with me in silence or critiquing me so-“

“Enough! Quit your useless rambling and tell us where he is!” The boss alien thundered out so loud that the floor seemed to shake. (Y/N) was officially freaked out.

“Look, I’m telling you, I have no idea where he is! I don’t even know if he’s on this planet!” She pleaded with the aliens and hoped they believed her because it was the truth. She hadn’t seen Spock for a while, even before Kirk made her go on this mission.

“Yeah, he didn’t say those exact words but that’s definitely what he meant to say. I could tell.”

“Kirk, get out of my office.”

Kirk sighed and walked up to the desk, “Just please do this mission. We are so close to our goal we just need a little push. (Y/N)-

“Doctor (L/N).”

“(Y/N). Please.”

If there’s one thing that (Y/N) can’t resist, it’s James being sincere. It just happens so rarely that she caves right away. After a moment of glaring into Kirk’s pleading eyes, she rubbed her eyes and sighed, “Fine!”

“Yes!” Kirk pumped his fist in victory.

“But I want to talk to Spock first.”

Kirk paused and side-glanced before looking back at (Y/N), “You can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Cause he’s on the mission.”

“I thought you said he asked for me. How could he have told you that if he’s on mission already?” (Y/N) raised an accusatory eyebrow, she was sure she caught Kirk in his lie but he was quick.

“Because he just left this morning. Now find your hottest dress and meet me in the transport room for your briefing,” Kirk tapped the desk before quickly exiting the room.

“Wait, Now?!”

(Y/N) could honestly say she had not thought of how to get out of a situation like this. All attention was on her – something that she would normally thrive with – but she was at a loss for words for the first time in her life. The big alien grumbled and leaned forward to look closer at her face. She didn’t hide her fear.

“Look, I swear on my life I don’t know what Spock is doing or where he is,” She couldn’t hide the tremble in her voice but she tried to be as firm as possible.

“Humans,” the alien spat, “They lie so blithely.”

“I’m not lying!”

“How can you claim to like someone but know nothing about them? You are lying!”

(Y/N) huffed and rolled her eyes, “Just because I like him does not mean he likes me! The guy does not even think that way! He doesn’t talk to me unless it has something to do with my job!” She had stepped forward during her rant but was immediately seized by the guards that were closest to her. They gripped tightly on her upper arms but the guard on her left quickly loosened his grip and she couldn’t help but think that the sensation was familiar. It reminded her of her first meeting with Commander Spock.

She was in a hurry to get to the medbay as she had been sent a 9-1-1 message by Bones. In her hurry she had been completely disregarding the safety of other people in the halls, bumping into several people while shouting an apology over her shoulder. It was while she was giving one of these hurried apologies that she managed to bump into a solid form that barely stumbled while she went tripping toward the ground. With a yelp, she braced for the ground but was stopped by a strong hand taking hold of her upper arm.

“Doctor (L/N), it’s not safe to be running through the halls. The hazard is amplified when one is not paying attention.”

The monotone voice of Commander Spock caused (Y/N) to snap her eyes open and scramble to stand on her own two feet rather than being suspended by her arm.

“Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry, Commander! You’re totally right, I wasn’t paying attention-“

“Apology accepted, Doctor,” Spock interrupted her rambling and then walked passed her without waiting for a response. (Y/N) huffed and frowned as she too walked away from the scene of the social crime.

“Well, isn’t he a sweetie,” She grumbled before picking up her pace through the halls, this time paying attention to where she was going.

From then on, “sweetie” was (Y/N)’s nickname for Spock. She was careful to never say it to his face since she had worked with him a lot more since the “incident” but in private and amongst friends, the sarcastic endearment rolled easily off the tongue. It got to the point where she even used it with the Captain.

“Why do you call him that, it’s weird,” Kirk questioned one day over drinks in the lounge.

“Because every time I talk to him, he’s an asshole. I think it’s funny.”

Kirk laughed and sipped his whiskey. “Well, I think you might have a crush on our favorite Vulcan.”

“Oh, I definitely do,” (Y/N) was very direct. Kirk choked on his drink in surprise and coughed as (Y/N) continued, “But that’s out of the equation because I don’t even think Spock thinks about anyone unless they’re useful for something he needs doing.”

(Y/N) downed the last of her drink and shook her head to try to rid herself of the floaty state the alcohol put her in. In the morning, she would regret letting James Kirk in on her best-kept secret but she was not worried about that or anything else except for going to bed.

“Well, speak of the devil,” Kirk said with a smirk. Spock walked in with his hands clasped behind his back and his usual blank expression. Upon noticing the state of his friend and his colleague he resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

“Oh, hello, sweetie!” (Y/N) laughed at her own words and Kirk couldn’t help but laugh as well. Spock was stunned into silence. He let his hands drop to his sides and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He didn’t know exactly how to respond, she had never called him anything other than his name and rank before. He decided to ignore the sudden endearment.

“Captain, you’re needed on the bridge,” He managed to finally say what he needed to say before quickly turning and leaving the room.

When Kirk took the liberty of retelling the story to (Y/N) the next morning, she was mortified.

The large alien hisses to one of his henchmen in a language (Y/N) doesn’t understand and then another one of them steps forward. In a tone that seemed to be unsure of the words he was saying, he started,

“Our studies show that typically when one human likes another, the feeling is reciprocated,”

“Spock is not human,” (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh before correcting herself, “Well, not all human.”

“Then you have no reason to protect him.”

“That’s not how feelings even work! Not human ones! I admire him and I will protect him but I do not expect any such action from him. Just as I don't expect a sunset to admire me back or for the stars to gaze back at me! Feelings are not about reciprocity!”

“This does not align with our intel,” The big alien was clearly angry, and (Y/N) had a strong feeling that things would not go well from here but as she said she would do her best to protect Spock.

“Regardless of your intel,” (Y/N) scoffed, “Commander Spock has much more important things to do than worry about me or what I’m doing so. I’m of no use to you. Let me go.”

Why did she never know when to shut up?

The large alien’s face stretched into what (Y/N) had to assume was his version of a grin but looked more like he was preparing to eat her. She wouldn’t doubt it if she was being honest.

“If you are of no use for giving information, you can be put to other uses, Doctor.”

“What? Wait!”

The guard to her right started to lead her back toward the door they came through and (Y/N) began to struggle.

“Take her to the nursery, the larvae must be fed,” The big alien ordered with a loud cracking laugh. Just as (Y/N) yanked harshly away from the guard pulling her, the guard to her left took firm hold of her arm once more but instead of leading her forward, he tugged her back into him. Suddenly, he pulled a phaser and shot the other guard. Crying out in fear, (Y/N) struggled once more to get away from this rogue guard as the henchmen began to make their way over to stop him. The guard removed his hood and revealed his face.

“Commander!” (Y/N) gasped and her cheeks reddened. Everyone paused for a brief moment of shock before the big alien roared for his henchmen and guards to seize the two star fleet officers. Spock shot a few more before looking down at (Y/N) with an almost unnoticeable smirk.

“Hello, Sweetie,” He said before moving his grip from (Y/N)’s arm to her hand and pulling her to a run. (Y/N)’s face was warm and it was not because of the running. She couldn’t help but laugh as they ran through the corridors, dodging phasers and guards. “We have to get to the front entrance. That’s the only place Scotty can beam us up!” Spock shouted over his shoulder.

“Right!”

They ran until they reached the front room. Standing in the middle of the room was not the best option but they were only there for a moment before they both felt the familiar feeling of being beamed up to the transport room. Upon their arrival, Spock immediately ushered (Y/N) toward the awaiting Doctor Bones.

“I’m fine! Just a few cuts and bruises. Nothing I haven’t had before,” (Y/N) tried to wave the grouchy Doctor away but he swatted her hands away and then removed the cuffs.

“I’ll be the judge of that, cupcake. You look like you caught on fire.” He was gesturing to the hem of her dress.

“I think for a moment I did,” (Y/N) laughed while Bones shook his head.

“All right, you’re free to go. You too, Spock.”

Bones finally released the two, though he had told Spock that he could leave about twenty minutes ago. The Vulcan had refused. Spock and (Y/N) walked side by side in silence for a while before Spock broke it.

“You have misread me.”

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows and looked up at her Commander who was still looking straight ahead. “What do you mean, Commander?”

“My feelings about you. You have misread them.”

Her eyes widened. In the chaos of escape, she had forgotten that Spock was standing right next to her when she basically saying she loved him. Okay, slight exaggeration but she still felt embarrassed.

“Oh.” That was all she said. All she could say. Another time of silence passed.

“I apologize if my actions suggested that I do not enjoy your company,” Spock was deliberate with his words as if he didn’t know if what he was saying was the right thing. The tips of his ears were tinged a faint green when he finally paused in his step to look at (Y/N). She noticed the blush on his ears and couldn’t help the small smile that snuck onto her face.

“So, you like to hang out with me?”

“Well, I’ve never accompanied you in a social setting so it would be illogical for me to say that I like something that I have not tried.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“However, I do enjoy working with you. You are very good at your job, Doctor (L/N),” Spock clasped his hands behind his back so that (Y/N) would not see him picking at his cuticles. He was nervous.

“(Y/N).”

“Pardon?”

“Call me (Y/N). Outside of work obviously,” (Y/N) shrugged and looked away from Spock’s intense gaze.

“(Y/N).” She could’ve melted at the way her name sounded coming from his lips. It was experimental and a bit rigid sounding but it was a start. She finally looked back into Spock’s eyes and smiled brightly.

“Do you want to go get dinner with me, Spock? I’m starving,” (Y/N) resumed her walk, this time in the direction of the cafeteria. She heard Spock’s steps fall in line with hers.

“I highly doubt that you are starving. You always attend normal meal times which means you must have eaten this morning,” Spock said in a matter-of-fact tone. (Y/N) laughed and shook her head.

“It’s an expression, Spock.”

#Spock x reader #AOS Spock #Star Trek #Jim Kirk #Enterprise #xreader #SpockxYou #Doctor who reference #Spock Imagine

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piratefalls · 6 months

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i really did not expect the kind of response these lists are getting. i just do these for fun, but thank you for interacting with them! as always, if you want to be tagged in future lists, just let me know!

with that said, it's wednesday. welcome back to the shit show.

list one. list two. list three.

everything's growing in our garden by matherine

That night, in the safety of his hotel room on the outskirts of the Olympic Village, Henry couldn’t catch his breath. He coughed and coughed, feeling like he was choking on nothing, but there was a scratching sensation in his throat that he just couldn’t shake – until a single blue petal flew past his lips, landing in the porcelain bowl of the sink. After an hour of painstaking Googling, he learns that it’s a Texas bluebonnet. He also learns what the fact that he’s coughing up petals means – the beginning stages of Hanahaki Disease. Rare, but not unheard of, according to the NHS website he browses in an incognito tab. Common in royal bloodlines (thank you, inbreeding). "Only curable if the afflicted’s love is requited with a declaration," he reads, and slams his laptop closed with a bitter laugh, wet with tears. "A surgical procedure removing the afflicted’s capacity for love may be performed if the love remains unrequited. Otherwise, the condition is terminal." So, then. He has no chance.

he is exactly the poem i wanted to write by metacrisis

There is no Turkey in Alex's room this year, but there is a prince. AKA, Henry spends thanksgiving with Alex after the election and reflects on all of his dreams coming true.

(Im)patience is a Virtue by clottedcreamfudge

"Why don't you want to fuck me?" Henry just about manages to avoid spluttering Earl Grey all over the coffee table, but it's a close thing. Alex is staring at him, looking kind of annoyed. "Excuse me?" He's never refused Alex a thing in his whole adult life. Also, he very much wants to do that, but Alex hasn't said anything and usually Henry can't shut him up; he'd assumed Alex would bring it up when he was ready. Which appears to be now.

Handprints in wet cement by kiwiana

“I like learning about all the things that make you you. Especially the sexy parts,” he adds with a grin, and Henry couldn’t contain the laugh that escapes him if he tried. “As long as they’re not, like, bad memories for you, I want to hear about them.” Or, five things Henry learned during his Oxford Slut Phase that he shared with Alex, and one thing they learned together.

best laid plans by rizcriz

Henry knows. He knows Alex is planning a big, extravagant proposal. He shouldn’t know, but he does. He also knows that the ring tucked within his own pocket was purchased long before Alex ever even considered a proposal. Long before either of them should have ever feasibly even considered such ideas as proposals. Alexander Claremont-Diaz, genius that he is, is blissfully unaware of all of that. -- Or, Henry just really wants to be the one to propose, okay?

Soft Shock, Put a Spring in My Step by Mags (sparklepocalypse)

“What, you don’t remember every instant of our torrid fuckathon?” Alex asks, pulling an exaggeratedly offended face. “I am hurt. If I can remember all your middle names, you should be able to remember that time we were so horned up on our new relationship that we managed like, seven positions in a night.”

you know i love a london boy by coffeecatsme

“A very special friendship bracelet,” Bea corrects, with such a delight in her voice that Henry is immediately suspicious. He grabs the darn thing and twists it around, glittery beads shining under the lights of the room. A phone number, if Henry is counting them right. Despite himself, his heart skips a beat. “From the one and only Alexander Claremont-Diaz.” She grins, bouncing on the balls of her feet—the day she stops playing matchmaker for her brother will surely be a cold day in hell. The sole excitement of her life since she doesn’t do romance. Henry twists the bracelet in his hands, counting the numbers again, and then looks up. “Who?” Or, 5 times Alex and Henry keep their relationship a secret and 1 time they don't.

Burnin' Through the Sky by cricketnationrise

This whole thing is Nora’s fault, actually, and he will hold this against her for the rest of their natural lives. Possibly into the next. His personal life is fine. It’s possible he was whining about not having dated anyone since his last boyfriend, but this event is so clearly not going to fix that problem. Or: Alex wasn’t expecting to meet anyone at speed dating, let alone anyone like Henry.

it's (not) the end of the world as we know it by viciouslyqueer

BREAKING NEWS: SHOOTING AT NYC’S GAY CLUB ‘Ritz Bar and Lounge’. June is saying something. He can’t hear her – or anything else for that matter. It’s like his brain decided to shut down and not comprehend anything in front of him. The only thing he’s aware of is a thought at the back of his mind, hitting him with such force it’s all he can focus on – no matter how much it makes his knees give out under him, how his heart feels like it’s being ripped out of his chest and stabbed repeatedly with a sharp knife, cut into a thousand pieces with no possible repair. Henry is in New York. — Actors Alex Claremont-Diaz and Henry Fox meet on the set of ‘Roses, Wisteria, and Royal Bluebells’, and stay friends after filming is over. When a catastrophe happens that tips Alex's world off its axis, he realizes just how deep his feelings for Henry run.

General Incivility by cmere

"Okay, kids, settle down, we're all friends here," Nora cuts in. "And we haven't discussed where the night is going yet. I'm of the personal opinion that we should offer our British guests the quintessential American coming-of-age experience." Alex's eyes widen in what can only be sheer delight. "What, like beer pong?" June says, nose wrinkling. "No," Alex interjects. "Truth or dare." "You read my mind, Alexander." Nora turns to open the mini-fridge. "What would everyone like to drink?" "Henry and I will take vodka if you've got it," Pez says. Henry narrows his eyes at Pez, trying to communicate his alarm, but Pez simply grins back, feral, licking his top teeth.

the conclusion literally any normal human being would come to by chaa_kiao

My [21M] flatmate [20M] gives me forehead kisses when he thinks I'm asleep. How do I ask him to do it when I'm awake, too? ____ Henry and Alex are roommates quarantined together. Henry takes to Reddit when Alex's behavior gets too confusing for him to sort out on his own. Surely this will have zero impact on their completely platonic relationship, right?

all's well that ends well to end up with you by karish

“Fuck, thank you, you’re a lifesaver, Hen,” he says as he closes the small distance between them and places a faint kiss on Henry’s lips. His lips are soft and Alex melts into it for a second before pulling away. He bumps their noses together for good measure before stepping back and grabbing his bag from the chair. When he turns back to look at Henry, he’s still standing still, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. Alex can even see a dark flush starting to spread over his face. It looks cute. Alex wishes he could– Oh. Oh shit. Fucking goddamn shit. He just kissed Henry. Fuck.

no sweeter innocence by extasiswings

"Well. Babe. You've been wanting him to dick you down forever, right?" [Or, the one where Alex does, in fact, finally get what he's been waiting for.]

Heartaches and Cupcakes and Sunshine Boys by everwitch

After a public fight involving a little too much cupcake frosting, romance writer Henry Fox must deal with the obsessive speculation that one of his most despicable characters is based on the very successful model turned photographer Alex Claremont-Diaz. Which couldn't be further from the truth. There's a reason for why Henry's love stories are almost always unrequited, immensely emotional yet devoid of any real hope, and that reason is currently vagueing him in a series of scathing tweets that has Henry's publisher calling a crisis meeting. The solution? Henry must rewrite his upcoming sequel in a way that redeems the character in question completely. The problem? Henry's attempt to get away from it all so he can actually write leads to a direct confrontation with Alex himself. After a series of clandestine kitchen encounters, the two of them end up with a very fragile truce. But can you really find friendship, or maybe even more than years of achingly unrequited yearning, when you don't have the courage to let your disguise fall? How do you really tell the difference between fiction, and the truth?

washing machine heart by pissedofsandwich

This time he cannot escape. It's not like the night at the lake, where he can dodge and blame it on mosquitoes, write a stupid note and flee the country. This time Alex keeps him, and he does not let go.

Powerless by floatingaway4

“Do you know what I’ve had to put up with in the last twelve hours?” Henry wants to point out that in that same twelve hours he’s had his body sliced open and an organ removed, but this doesn’t seem to be the time. He also got to sleep through his experience, while Alex was very much awake while dealing with Henry’s family. And Henry got the nice drugs, while Alex looks like he could use a drink.

Someday We'll Know If Love Can Move a Mountain by allmylovesatonce

The emails were never leaked, but the Queen has forced Alex and Henry apart. Alex believes they're biding their time until they can be together for real. One day at work, he's forced to confront how wrong he is when Henry's engagement is announced. With both of them miserable and neither wanting the wedding to happen, they grapple with how or if they could even stop it. Or even if they should.

"Exclusive Top" My Non-Virgin Ass by QueenKatelynTheAristocrat

"It all started when Henry and Alex were guest judges on RuPaul’s Drag Race..." Also known as: a queen on Drag Race made a joke about how Alex Claremont-Diaz is clearly an exclusive top, and now the internet can't stop talking about it, and Alex can't stop thinking about it, and maybe he kind of feels like he has something to prove. In which, Alex bottoms for the first time. And the entire thing is a beautiful emotional roller-coaster, just like we'd expect from these two.

wondering if there's anything to say at all by dearestalez

It was Alex, and not a motorcycle that had managed to grow opposable thumbs and open their front door. He was untying the laces of his shoes while David snuffled up against him, eager for pats. It was noticeable and honestly quite concerning when Alex pointedly didn’t pet him and instead tiredly pushed him away.

Body Count Baby! by orestespdf

“Okay,” Henry says eventually. “What do you want to know?” Alex raises an eyebrow. A small smile plays on his lips. “Can I ask you anything?” “Within reason, you hellion.” Alex flops back down and grins, a new vigor running through him. He rubs his hands together, clearly thinking hard. When he finally looks back at Henry, his smile has turned mischievous. “Am I the best you’ve ever had? Like, has anyone been better than me?” ----- Henry and Alex talk about how many people they've been with.

shake the glitter off your clothes by demigodbeautiies

It was meant to be a short thing, a fun trip, tacked onto the end of a frankly dull conference in Nevada. But getting drunk in Vegas has the potential to go very, very wrong, in some pretty unexpected ways.

Seven Years by LolaLand (Lola_di_Penates)

Seven different places, seven different timelines, seven different meetings, seven different Decembers. And still, Alex and Henry find each other in every universe.

my heart in a house (half a planet away) by annesbonny

“I miss you.” It’s the first thing Alex says when Henry answers the phone. He gets a soft huff of laughter in response. He can picture the quirk of his perfect brow, in the dim light of his Kensington bedroom. Alex wants to be there to straighten it out with his thumb, and kiss the growing concern away. 5 times Alex misses Henry, and 1 time he realises he doesn't have to miss him anymore.

All the Old Showstoppers by chamel

“Dunno, kinda looks like you know what you’re doing. Are those macarons?” Alex asks incredulously after a little while, and a moment later Henry sees him start slowly approaching out of the corner of his eye. “I didn’t know princes could bake.” “I’d wager not many of them can,” Henry replies as he works, letting one corner of his mouth tug upward. (In a universe where Alex didn’t go to the royal wedding, three years later Alex and Henry find themselves both competing on an episode of The Great Celebrity Bake Off. Will old hostilities lead to disaster, or is there something else causing all that tension in the tent?)

One Number Away by smc_27

“Hello?” a confused sounding voice on the other end of the line says. It is not Pez. Pez doesn’t answer like that. With the fanfare of “my dearest Hazza” or “my sweet prince” or “you absolutely unforgivable scoundrel.” Only the first of these has any root in truth or accuracy. Also, Pez is not American. “I’m sorry. You’re not…Not Pez. Right. I’m sorry.” OR: Henry dials a wrong number. Alex answers.

Screw Your Courage to the Sticking Place (and forget macbeth is a fucking tragedy) by Celaestis

"You don't owe me anything." "Of course I do. If you have time now...there are things I'd like to say." Alex hesitates. "I know I don't have any right to ask you to listen," Henry adds. He sounds so hopeful though. A little closure doesn't sound like a terrible thing. Agreeing to go with Henry, alone, to Kensington Palace sounds like returning to the scene of a crime. It's been over a decade since their breakup - Alex is now a single dad forging his career as a lawyer, and Henry's finally getting the courage to stand up to his grandmother. In finding themselves, can they also find their way back to each other?

A Goddamn Fairytale by toffrox

Henry wants to be angry. He does. He wants to feel it simmering in his chest, wants to be sitting there like Alex is next to him with his eyes smouldering. He wants to be like Bea, pacing the room with her fists clenched, absolutely livid. "You can't let her do this!" Bea cries. "It's just one tiny part of the day," Henry says with a sigh. "Everything else will be exactly as planned. I'm just not sure it's worth having a big fight over." Bea glares and looks like she's going to rant when Alex cuts in- "Fuck. That." - The Queen makes some uninvited changes to the upcoming Royal Wedding plans, but Alex is determined to give Henry the fairytale wedding he deserves.

the key that unlocked me by railmedaddy

Something sharp presses against his collarbone – the key that Alex wears around his neck – before he rolls his hips and Henry moans. Alex lifts his head and grins. “You like that, sweetheart?” he asks knowingly, rolling his hips again. He’s got his arms braced on either side of Henry’s head, looking down at Henry with dark, sparkling eyes and his mouth curved into a lopsided smile before raking his lower lip through his teeth. Alex’s curls have fallen forward into his face and at this angle, so close, he’s devastating. Instead of answering him, Henry tugs at the chain around Alex’s neck with one hand, pulling him down for a kiss. He gives in, sliding one hand into Henry’s hair as he kisses him deeply, letting Henry take what he needs. or, Berlin, from Henry’s POV

go the distance by indomitablelove

His legs are like jello. He’s not entirely sure how he’s still upright. He’s running on fumes and the energy gel he’d been handed about forty minutes ago by one of the secret service as he’d passed by. Fumes, energy gel pouches, the roar of the crowd against New York streets, and pure adrenaline because he can see the finish line. He knows what’s there: June and Nora and Henry. Henry. The reason Alex is doing this whole damn thing in the first place. --- Alex decides to run a marathon. It's all Henry's fault, really.

making the headlines by stardisnight (athousandrooms), villageidiot

For no other reason than sheer boredom, Alex decides to set up a Google alert for the exact phrase "HRH Prince Henry." When Henry asks why, he quite literally cannot come up with a reason for the decision. He just… wants to. Also: five times Alex overreacted to a Google alert (and one time Henry did)

Captious (calculated to confuse, entrap or entangle in argument by lucky (revolutionbarbie)

“I’m so sorry I’m late.” Alex hadn't intended to be 45-minutes late to his blind date, he really hadn't. Thankfully Henry - broad-shouldered, blond, British and downright beautiful - didn't seem to mind.

and you would be there too by smc_27

It’s mostly dark out here, just the lamp poles in the parking lot casting a warm yellow glow across the packed snow. “We’re closed.” Henry spins around, heart racing, and sees the beautiful man from the café and from earlier at the shops. He cuts a stunning image, swinging one leg over the wooden fence rail and stepping into the parking lot as he pulls a red and black plaid shirt over his shoulders, his tan pants tight enough across his thighs to make Henry blush for noticing.

until next time!

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juyeonszn · 8 months

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WHAT IS LOVE? — TWENTY

PAIRING ₊˚⊹ lee juyeon x f!reader

SUMMARY ₊˚⊹ all is well in the business of matchmaking. except it’s actually not, because lee juyeon, the school’s star baseball player, has just come to you for help in obtaining the girl of his dreams. oh yeah! and he happens to be the guy you’ve had a crush on since your first year of university.

MORE ₊˚⊹ um. i apologize in advance 🧍‍♀️

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TWENTY — A Hole In The Shape Of You (2.17k)

The rest of the week moved faster than you anticipated. Even breakfast with Juyeon felt like it wasn’t nearly long enough.

As you sat across from him at a two person table in that cute cafe, you couldn’t help but feel your heart stutter every time he smiled. He laughed genuinely at any of the jokes you made and he looked like he really wanted to hear what you were saying, all his attention on you whenever you spoke.

You learned that his crush on Tzuyu started around the same time as yours on him. It humanized him in a way, it made you see him as an actual person with feelings rather than the guy you put on a pedestal for so long. When you told him about sharing College Algebra first year, he laughed at the fact that you had such a vivid memory.

Just as you suspected, he didn’t remember. You didn’t really expect him to, considering he didn’t have a good memory, but also because you never did anything memorable. It was probably better for everyone involved if you got over this crush and moved on with your life. You didn’t stand a chance anyway, since you were literally helping him get with the girl he was actually interested in.

By the time Saturday rolled around, you felt like you were going insane. Despite coming to the conclusion that you would give up with Juyeon, you were still freaking out over picking an outfit for the party. Yuqi watches in amusement as you hold different bathing suits and dresses up to your body in front of your mirror.

“This is a disaster! I have nothing to wear.” You sigh, flipping backwards onto your bed.

“You’re being dramatic,” Yuqi snorts, flicking your forehead. “Wear the pink halter with the white sundress. Have a little Barbie moment.”

“Oh my god, you're a genius!” You shake her by the shoulders. “Should I wear heels too?”

“Yeah, maybe some wedges? You can always ask Sakura for her opinion too when she gets here.” The blonde says as she gets up to stretch. Her orange bikini looked cute paired with the tube top and shorts she was wearing, her long legs accentuated with the strappy heels on her feet.

You and your two girl friends were going to the party together, meeting Kevin, Eric, and Haknyeon when you got there. Seonghwa and Minho decided to opt out of this one— both not too keen on attending. You figured Seonghwa just didn’t feel like dealing with a drunk Eric because that was his least favorite Eric, but you weren’t too sure why Minho didn’t want to go.

Sakura arrived at your apartment just after you’d finished your makeup and the three of you set on your way to the Tau Psi Zeta house. You were more nervous than you initially thought you’d be about seeing Juyeon in a public setting. The closer you got to Greek Row, the quicker your pulse began to race.

Though it went against all of your morals, you half hoped he would see you and fall in love instantly, forgetting his crush on Tzuyu ever existed.

“We’re here!” Sakura sing-songs, parking with the other cars along the block. As if he had perfect timing, your phone buzzes while you make your way to the backyard.

[8:13 pm] juyeon: hyunjae, jacob, and i just got here

[8:13 pm] juyeon: are u here yet?

[8:14 pm] y/n: we just got into the backyard!!

[8:14 pm] y/n: looking for kevin and the boys rn then grabbing drinks :P

You shove your phone inside your purse and follow behind Yuqi, who seems to know exactly where your other friends are. Kevin and Eric are in a shotgunning contest when you find them, Haknyeon standing between them with the stopwatch running on his phone. Surprisingly, Eric finishes first, the foam from his beer can spraying at the crowd when he pulls away. Kevin isn’t far behind, crushing his own can in defeat.

The younger boy looks pleased with himself, fist bumping the air and then running around the circle to high five everyone. It had only been an hour since the party started and you could tell he wasn’t going to last the whole night. Kevin shuffles over to you dejectedly, a pout on his lips.

“I can’t believe I lost to fuckass Eric,” he groans. “I need another beer.”

You laugh and then your little group is scampering off to the drink area. Yuqi puts herself in charge of concocting something for you as you glance around the full backyard for two people. First, you spot Tzuyu in the pool, giggling with what you assume is some of her sorority sisters. Then you squint your eyes and scan the yard some more, but ultimately fall short.

That is, until you feel a light tap on your shoulder. You spin around to see the culprit with his stupidly cute grin, his buddies behind him. You bring up a hand to give him a small wave.

“I figured I should just come straight here instead of trying to find you out there.” Juyeon says, scratching the back of his neck.

“That was smart,” you nod, thanking Yuqi when she hands you your drink. “Um, this is my best friend Yuqi.”

The pair exchange introductions and then you formally meet Jacob and Hyunjae. You’d heard about the former through Kevin mostly, but the latter through Eric, who’s interesting baseball stories seemed to always involve the older boy. They’re both polite, even thanking you for your services in regard to their friend.

Juyeon’s cheeks redden and he looks away from you before something catches his attention. You’re almost too busy joking around with Haknyeon to notice that he’s completely enamored by the view of Tzuyu, like nothing else in the world mattered to him.

Key word: almost.

You’re about to include him in the conversation when you see him staring off into the distance. You direct your gaze in his line of sight, a frown slowly replacing the smile on your face. Juyeon wasn’t here for you, you have to remind yourself. He didn’t even know you. You were just his matchmaker, destined to bring him and the girl he truly wanted together.

“Leave me here to drown.”

Sakura sighs heavily, turning to Yuqi for help. The blonde shrugs like this is something completely out of her jurisdiction. With another grunt of exertion, she tries to get you out of the pool again.

“I don’t wanna stay here any longer if you’re just gonna mope around and suck the fun out of everything.” Sakura deadpans, holding the heel of her palm to her forehead.

You don’t make any move to get up, floating on your back and staring up at the sky. Your eyes cast a backward glance at an upside down visual of Tzuyu and Juyeon at the other end of the pool. She’s sitting on the edge, her feet in the water while he’s fully submerged— his arms resting on the concrete surrounding. The two are immersed in a conversation about something you can’t hear. He worked up the courage to talk to her earlier in the night and you’d effectively lost his attention since.

The drink Yuqi had just brought you was downed in an instant and you found yourself asking for another. She raised an eyebrow at the insistence, but made it anyway. There was no way you could make it through the night sober. Not at this rate.

“Do you think now’s a good time to make my impression?” Juyeon turns to you when his friends have gone off to mingle.

You flicker your gaze to him, his focus still on Tzuyu. She looked gorgeous in the bright blue strapless one piece she was wearing, a section of the side cut out. You’d always thought Chou Tzuyu was a pretty girl. She had long, shiny hair and a sparkling smile that reached her eyes, anyone who could see had the potential to fall in love with her upon first sight.

The way Juyeon watches her, like she was the reason the sun was in the sky, made this growing ache inside of you expand. Getting your heart broken intentionally was one kind of pain. But unrequited love was another. It was one that you’d never wish on your worst enemy— no matter if they made your life a living hell.

You weren’t here to be a Debbie-Downer. You had a job to do and because it was for him, you were going to try to do your best.

With the biggest fake smile you can muster, you nod. “I think so. I can send someone to distract her friends so you can get her alone?”

“That would be great, Y/N,” he turns to you with that special grin of his. “Thank you.”

You don’t trust your voice, so you give him another faux smile and a thumbs up, shoo-ing him off to her. Heavy feet drag you over to Kevin (who knows everyone) and you convince him to do your bidding. When you tell him why, he immediately agrees— most likely out of pity.

“You know, Juyeon’s never really been the type to express actual feelings for a girl,” Jacob speaks up when he sees you standing alone, crossing his arms over his chest. “This whole Tzuyu thing is actually the first time I’ve seen him show that side of himself. I guess it must be more than a silly crush.”

You’re not sure what you should make of this revelation. You’re not even sure why Jacob is telling you this as you overlook Juyeon sitting himself beside her. He sticks his hand out and you assume it’s to introduce himself. The conversation only continues from there.

“Luckily for him, I’m the best in the business. I’ll do whatever I can to get him a happy ending.” You force yourself to stare at the drink in your hands instead. Jacob hums in acknowledgement.

You know you should be overjoyed that he was finally able to go up to her. You should be jumping for the moon. But you don’t have it in you to even be slightly interested. It hurts you way too much to see him laughing and smiling with someone else.

Granted, you never spoke to him yourself until he came to you for your expertise. You only recently started to get to know each other and it was exciting, though the reasoning behind it was less than. How were you supposed to put your whole heart into helping him get with the girl of his dreams if he was the boy of yours?

The water splashes around you as you switch to a standing position. You ignore Yuqi and Sakura’s questioning, scrambling out of the pool. All of your stuff was left with the guys, who were sitting on some lounge chairs nearby and drinking. You grab your stuff without a word and throw on your dress. Before you know it, you’re sitting on the front porch, dialing the only number you know by memory.

Sakura was right. You were sucking the fun out of everything. But you couldn’t just ask them to leave, especially not when they hardly enjoyed themselves.

“Hello?”

“Minho? Are you awake?” You chew on your bottom lip, kicking a pebble with your haphazardly put on wedge.

“Yeah? It’s only like 11PM, what’s up?” He asks into the receiver. You hear some shuffling on the other side, which was probably him moving around in his bed. The sound of something playing on the TV is muffled in the background.

“Do you think you could get me from the Tau Psi Zeta house? I wanna leave, but I don’t wanna make everyone else leave too.”

“Oh. Yeah, of course. Just send me your location. I’ll be there as fast as I can.” Minho says and you hear more shuffling.

“Thank you, Min,” you bite your cheek. “Thank you so much.”

“It’s no problem, I promise. I’ll see you soon.”

‘Soon’ is 10 minutes later when you recognize his car rolling to a stop in front of the sorority house. The moment your seatbelt is buckled, the tears start flowing. You wanted to hold them back the entire night and even during the phone call, but something about the comforting scent of Minho’s car broke you. Your eyes felt like a flood gate reaching its limit, letting it all burst through.

Lee Minho never knew what to do when it came to seeing his friends cry. Especially not you, the most headstrong girl he’s ever known. But seeing you so distraught tugged at his heartstrings and he instinctively went to rub at your back. He didn’t care if he had to sit here for 2 minutes or 20, as long as you got to let it all out.

Once your sobbing has simmered to sniffles, you wipe your nose and lean into your seat with a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“Of course.”

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mediocre-daydreams · 2 years

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(ch.3) i don’t do love

sirius despises the amortentia trope

pairing: sirius black x female! potter! slytherin! reader

summary: slughorn has a little too much fun playing matchmaker with his amortentia lesson, james’ bias confirmation is so so bad when it comes to lily, and sirius determines that oranges are objectively the worst fruit

warnings: stupid dialogue, the amortentia trope, NO (Y/N), she/her pronouns, mentions of internalized homophobia (like 4 words)

W/C: 1.7k

A/N: i feel like as my adhd meds wear off, the writing devolves into utter chaos and clownery and i wok e up and went into a writing haze and this was the result

Sirius was having the worst day of his life. He contemplated leaping out the dungeon window to allow himself to be eaten by the giant squid, but with his luck, the squid would befriend him instead and then drag him around like its little pet until he was doomed to be the cephalopod’s wet dog forever.

He figured his odds looked better if he just stayed in Potions class.

“Ms. McKinnon, since you’ve got a good understanding of Amortentia, why don’t you come up front and let us know what you see?” Marlene’s eyes flickered across the dungeon, catching the eyes of sly, smirking students as well as students confused by all the buzz in the room. She approached the cauldron cautiously.

“Well, the mother-of-pearl sheen… it’s definitely sheening! And as you can see, there is steam which is curling!” Marlene tucked her hands in the sleeves of her robes to hide their growing clamminess.

Slughorn guffawed. “You’re not the first nervous student I’ve had, Ms. McKinnon. It seems like most of you already know what today’s activity will be. Care to explain, McKinnon?”

“Right… I forgot to mention earlier, but one of Amortentia’s most unique qualities is that it smells different to every person. Usually, the scent depends on what, or who—” she faltered, refusing to make eye contact with her seatmate, “someone’s attracted to. I think.”

“Thank you again, Ms. McKinnon! Five points to Gryffindor for your explanation and another five as my apology for forcing you into the spotlight. You may take a seat unless you’d like to be first to take a whiff?” Marlene darkened, shuffling her way back to Dorcas with uncharacteristic timidness. Slughorn gathered the students around the cauldron, close enough so they could catch a glimpse of the liquid inside but far enough so that they wouldn’t be able to smell anything, thus ensuring the livelihood of the dramatic flair of Slughorn’s matchmaking scheme.

Sirius’ mind returned back to the great squid.

It wasn’t that there was anything bad about Amortentia. There wasn’t anyone he was expecting to smell. It was just that Sirius Black didn’t do love. He had enough experience with it—or more accurately, enough experience of the lack of it—to know that it was complete and utter bullshit. His parents’ marriage? A mutually beneficial economic affair. A way to preserve their stupid bloodline. The way James felt about Lily? More stupid, immature daydreams. Lily made James weak. Lily had wormed her way into his best mate’s heart and turned him into a lovesick fool. What was love good for anyway, other than making your friends embarrass themselves so you could get a laugh out of it?

“Padfoot, mate, what’s going on up there?” James waved his hand furiously in front of Sirius’ face. It didn’t take a genius to know what was going on “up there” with James—he couldn’t stop stealing glances at Lily, who tried her best to look disinterested in his pursuits as she talked with Marlene and Dorcas, slowly inching away so the two would move closer.

“Nothing, I just-”

“He’s either gonna smell everything or nothing. How many people have you hooked up with this year alone, Padfoot? It’s gotta be at least six, not including the people you’ve snogged.” Peter chucked, who was in a perfectly healthy relationship with a lovely Hufflepuff and couldn’t help but be amused by his friends’ dreary romantic prospects.

“What do you mean by nothing, Wormtail?” Remus shifted with his hands in his pockets, already fed up with the direction of the conversation. (He was not particularly keen on rehashing the details of his and Sirius’ on-and-off affair from last summer.)

“Well, Pads here is a serial non-committer. Is there anything he’s actually attracted to or is he just willing to shag anything with two legs?” James found his comment very funny. Sirius did not find his comment very funny.

Shit, is that really what people think of me? I know I got with that Ravenclaw a few days ago, but it wasn’t like it meant anything… oh fuck, that’s the reason why they’re saying that, isn’t it?

“Aw, Pads, we don’t mean it like that.” James shook Sirius by the shoulder cheerfully. “You’re just too devilishly handsome to be tied down by any one suitor. Am I right, or am I right?” Sirius’ mouth quirked up at that. For James, cocky, self obsessed James, to admit to Sirius’ otherworldly beauty? The day seemed to be looking up after all.

“Ah, Ms. Evans! My favorite Potions student, why don’t you come up and give us a whiff, hm?” Slughorn practically shoved Lily in front of the cauldron; the enthusiasm which he didn’t even bother to hide that permeated throughout the entire ordeal had made it quite obvious to the class that this lesson was no more than a poorly disguised matchmaking opportunity masquerading as academic time. “Don’t be shy now, tell us what you smell.”

Lily was blushing furiously, her cheeks nearly as firey as her hair, as she adamantly refused to look anywhere in James’ direction. James couldn’t help the goofy smile from forming on his face, his posture softening as he let out a content sigh at the sight of all of his affection.

“Sorry, Professor. I’m just- excuse me, the steam is just making me a bit pink.” Lily hesitated, nervous to bring herself any closer to the cauldron. Slughorn did not buy any of it.

“It’s alright, dear. Amortentia doesn’t bite. It will, however, be a very important part of your N.E.W.T.s, so I think it’s best if you’re able to observe closely in class today.” The Potions professor rubbed his hands together with a flourish.

“Right. Okay, I understand, Professor.” Lily eyed the swirling ambrosia-like liquid warily. She took a delicate, nonchalant sniff. “I smell… the sweet rolls at mealtimes,” she let out a nervous giggle, much to James’ delight. “It smells like the air after it rains, really earthy and rich. A little woody.” James looked at Sirius, pointing to himself with raised eyebrows.

“Oi, do I smell like the air after it rains?” James looked hopelessly lovestruck.

“Nah, mate. You smell like the mud.” James’ face immediately fell.

Lily, beginning to move away from the cauldron, suddenly coughed, her face scrunching in surprise. Marlene and Dorcas snickered, having their own suspicions about what might’ve thrown Lily off. “Is that… I think that’s quidditch equipment? And broom polish. God, I hate that stuff. It’s so potent and horrid and-” she coughed again. “Gah, why is the broom polish smell so strong?” She scurried away, mortified, throwing herself into Marlene and Dorcas’ arms as they soothed her obvious distress.

“Moony, I play quidditch! I smell like broom polish, right?” James’s face lit up once more.

“Prongs, I hate to break it to you, but there are quite literally dozens of quidditch players at this school. And besides, Lily seems to abhor the smell of broom polish. Hey, maybe that explains why she seems to hate you so much!” Remus punched James’ arm lightly as the latter settled back into a scowl.

“Mr. Black! You’re up next!” Remus and James give Sirius a small shove forwards as he stumbled towards Slughorn, accompanied by a small whoop! from Peter. Slughorn motioned toward the cauldron, and Sirius tried his best to emulate his normal swagger as he stepped forward. Lily was right. He thought. It really is hot up here…

“I smell… parchment?” Sirius glanced around the classroom to see if there was any parchment nearby that could be interfering with the potion’s properties. There wasn’t; not even Slughorn’s prized lesson plans. He could feel the class’ eyes on him; everyone wondered what Hogwarts’ notorious playboy would smell. Everyone wondered if it would be them. “Um, it smells kind of windy, you know? Like when you’re outside and there’s wind?” James choked down a laugh. Remus looked mildly entertained. Sirius shot them a glare. His mind brought him back to last weekend, sitting in the shade of a courtyard tree as James didn’t did his Charms work, and there was some presence he couldn’t quite forget. It clung to him, like the dirt that refused to wash out of his jeans from that day.

Sirius’ eyebrows furrowed; it looked as if he was deeply concentrated. Lupin, similarly to Marlene and Dorcas, had his own suspicions. He found Sirius’ obliviousness humorous, if he was honest. “I think that’s coffee?” He tried to think of who drank coffee. Not me, I hate that stuff. Father always liked—eugh, don’t think about him right now. Prongs likes his pumpkin juice, Wormtail takes Earl Grey, and Moony likes his tea green… but I swear I saw him drinking coffee that time he was doing his Divination essay! Could it be-?

“It’s strong.” No, it can’t be Moony. He drowns his coffee in cream and sugar; how charicatistically Remus Lupin. It could never be Lily; plus, she’s never picked up a cup of coffee in her life. I’m almost completely sure Marlene and Dorcas are gay…

“It’s almost a little sweet… no, not sweet; it’s acidic. It’s like citrus… Merlin, it smells like oranges.” Sirius looked queasy and a little dazed.

“M’boy, are you alright?” Slughorn rubbed his back. Absolutely not! I am not okay. In fact, I would very much like to step out into the loo and purge my olfactory glands of this experience.

“Yes, Professor. I think, well, I just… I think I just don’t like the smell of oranges?” Sirius’ voice cracked. Holy shit, oranges? Who smells like oranges? Whoever it is, I hate them. Pshh, I’m not attracted to damn oranges. Oranges, of all fruits. They’ve got to be the worst fruit.

Slughorn laughed heartily. “Looks like we’ve got two students with a bit of a conundrum here! Okay, Mr. Black, you’re free to go.” Sirius clambered down to his friends on unsteady legs.

“Y’good there Padfoot?” James really did look concerned.

“Yeah, all good Prongs. Thanks.” James’ grin returned.

“Well, I guess that knocks out the no smell theory!” Sirius whacked him upside the head.

#sirius x you #sirius black #sirius black series #sirius x reader #sirius orion black #james & peter & remus & sirius #the mauraders #the marauders imagine #maurauders era #maurauders series #self interest #reader insert #slytherin x gryffindor #best friend's sister

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So I just read enamored and I NEED all the girls from both garden of secrets and enamored to be besties they would be unstoppable! Like, CeCe would be the brains of the operation, Cherie would be the chaotic one but would always remind them all of their worth and to never settle for less, Clover would be the stoic bodyguard type so no one would mess with them, and Charlotte would be the optimistic one but who has the most emotional intelligence and is able to read emotions very well. And omg I just realized all of their names start with C! It's meant to be!

And I know it wouldn't be possible cause both Cherie and Charlotte are both Anthony's love interest, but I have a solution to that. Charlotte and Hugh (this breaks my Lothany heart, but hear me out) fall in love with each other. She would so just surprise him and one day it would just hit him that he's in love with Charlotte. And I know he said he doesn't want a marriage but if anyone can break him of that vow it would be sunshine personified! (Am I projecting my own love of Hugh onto him and Charlotte, yes. Am I gonna apologize for it, absolutely not!) And she would be such a great addition to their family like I can totally see her bonding with his sisters and just being such a great listener and influence on them! And because Hugh was so protective of his family, he falls more for her when he sees that she treats them with nothing but kindness!

And we know he would treat her right! (Anthony's a hot mess in Enamored and Charlotte deserves better than that lol) Also, I just realized that both Hugh and Clover came from abusive households, Charlotte is just a breath of fresh air and positivity who gives them all the love they missed out on growing up and I think that's beautiful. She's like a magnet for finding abandoned puppies and giving them a loving home❤️.

ok idk why I did that to myself, now I'm shipping Hugh and Charlotte help!

DARLING HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE A GENIUS, HOW!? 😱😍

I have so many ideas about this omg thank you so much! ❤️ This is amazing! ❤️

First of all, they would be such good friends and an unstoppable friend group for sure 😍

Secondly, Charlotte and Hugh?! YES! YES PLEASE! 😍

Okay so my instant headcanon (yes I already have headcanons for them) is that Clover introduced them but Cherie instantly saw the potential love between them, and the next time she threw a ball, she made sure both Charlotte and Hugh were there and kind of made sure to mention some unpleasant lord was planning on asking Charlotte for a dance which made Hugh ask her before that guy could 😂 So Anthony would totally notice the gleam in her eyes and follow her line of sight and go like,

"Darling?"

"Yes mon amour?"

"Please tell me you didn't throw an actual ball just so that you could matchmake those two."

"Of course I threw a ball to do that, Anthony!"

"Jesus-"

"Look at them! Look!"

"I am looking."

"They belong together!"

"They're just dancing."

"That's how it starts, I know they are meant to be. I told you the same about Cece and Elias and you didn't believe me, and look where we are."

"Alright but-"

"I also told you Benedict met the love of his love when those two first met, and you said and I quote, 'that's impossible darling', and what happened? They're so in love now."

"I still have no idea how that happened to be honest."

"You know how much I hate I told you so-"

"Do you? I think you love it."

"Maybe. But I told you so and I am telling you so now."

"Fine but we have a deal, you said three couples only this season."

"They're my third couple!"

"You're finished then? This early on?"

"...Well, if two people are meant to fall in love and be together, I cannot possibly stand in the way of fate, can I?"

Also also, Hugh would adore Charlotte for sure! 😍 Like, he would so play it cool but Cece would see right through it, and eventually Hugh would go like,

"So your friend, Miss Harlowe."

"Yes?"

"She's uh...she's lovely."

"That she is."

"What is it with Benedict and her? Is she heartbroken like people say?"

"She and Benedict have been friends forever, that is all."

"So she's not-she's not in love with him?"

"Not at all."

"Oh. Good."

"Why?"

"Hm?"

"Why is it good?"

"Uh...no reason at all. She's cute and deserves better than a broken heart, that's why."

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Can you pretty please upload the full description of what that guy wrote on twitter about the girl 🥹

Salaam!

Sure, I got you.

Falling in love should feel like an irrefutable proof of the existence of God and like a testament to His benevolent genius. Nothing about it is ambivalent or half-hearted, I am not 'of two minds' about her, I am unequivocally hers, forever, until my life is over. Period.

Just before we met I had quietly reached the conclusion that I'd probably never marry. I thought about becoming a Franciscan friar. I knew that the intersection between religious traditionalists and third-world-style off-grid hippies was tiny.

I started to accept it.

Mere weeks after I began to accept this, Keturah and I had our first telephone call. Cautiously, I considered that there might not be a "catch" to what seemed like the greatest relationship prospect of my life.

I was nonetheless hesitant. Too many heartbreaks. I was wary.

Both of us were tired and wary. We'd felt the sting of prolonged, anguished heartbreak already; we each had our own reasons to be skeptical.

Our mutual friend and matchmaker kept prodding and encouraging, until as if by magnetism, I found myself 2,100mi west, at her doorstep.

How could I fall so completely in love?

I was frank with her; I said I was a luddite -- that I hated clocks and cars and 9-to-5's, that I seldom remain in one place for very long. I said I was an incorrigible Catholic with a dark past.

She listened, smiling, nodding eagerly.

She wrote novels and published stories and poems, she knit whole sweaters and sewed countless dresses, she baked and cooked and kept a gorgeous little household, and was hungry to see the world.

"When I love someone, it's irrevocable," I told her.

She agreed completely.

And she is stunning. Her emotions are complete; she is a whole human being, never halfhearted. Clad in wools, beaming her earnest smile, guffawing heartily, shapely in her linen, unable to contain the bright soul she possessed; her face and figure are its perfect fruit.

At a parking area in Idaho, we sat on a log to look at the sun over the river. I helped her up, taking her hand for the first time, and she didn't let go.

We talked all the way to Missoula, talking for hours and days and weeks and now months. I never wish to be away from her.

I put a ring on her finger in Oklahoma under a big oak tree. We kissed at the train station in Arkansas, went up to Saint Louis, then north and out to the Plains. And finally I took her home to Upstate NY on the long train east.

Tomorrow I'll see her again - I am nearly giddy.

Ours is a story I'll tell again and again because such perfect love tells one story of a God who loves us completely. He knows us intimately, watches us, nourishes us, strengthens us; he has made us for love.

If life were random and meaningless, we wouldn't have met.

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gay-otlc · 1 year

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Say Goodbye Like You Mean It

I barely had time to be online today but I used that time to write a Bianuca angst fic. They've taken over my brain your honor.

Content warning for homophobia and skin picking.

@xanadaus @an-ungraceful-swan @solreefs @aphelea @gaslight-gaetkeep-gayboss @synonymroll648

Biana has a problem.

Her problem has curly hair dyed blue, laughter like sunlight, and lips that Biana tries very hard not to think about. Her problem also happens to be her best friend, which makes her difficult to avoid.

Biana's problem is that, against her better judgement, she has fallen in love with Maruca.

She's been a Vacker long enough to know that marrying a bad match would be unthinkable, and there was no way for a relationship with Maruca to not be a bad match. She's eavesdropped on her mom and Livvy enough times to know that it doesn't go well when a girl makes the mistake of falling in love with another girl, especially when that girl is a Vacker.

It's painfully obvious that her crush on Maruca could make things very ugly for both of them.

And Biana loves being around Maruca, she does. She could talk to her for hours and not get bored of it. But spending time with her is also terrifying, dangerous, and an incredibly stupid idea.

She tries her best to hide how she feels, but she's never hidden anything from Maruca before. She's not very good at hiding yet. Maruca can read her better than anyone, and Biana thinks that the way she smiles at her says all the feelings she's trying to hide. It doesn't help that everything about Maruca is very distracting, and it's hard to think logically when she's just there, being the most beautiful person imaginable.

The audacity.

Every day, it gets harder to pretend she's not in love with Maruca. Biana can't quite stop staring wistfully at her any time she talks, because there's nothing more captivating than the sound of her voice. And sometimes she reaches out to take Maruca's hand without even realizing. Thoughts are harder to push away, and they threaten to slip past her lips.

Stop asking me what boys I like, I've never wanted to date any boy half as much as I want to date you.

I don't want to go back to Everglen. I want to stay here with you as long as possible. Maybe forever.

Foxfire is stupid. We should follow Fitz to the human world and run away together.

I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.

She's not sure how much longer she can go without betraying her secret.

She can't be around Maruca anymore.

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"So. I hear you're working with the Black Swan now?"

There are a million things Maruca has dreamed of saying to Biana, but all that comes out now is "Um."

"Um. Biana looks about as eloquent as she feels. "I've missed you. It's been a while."

Finally, words form in her mouth, and Maurca spits them out like fire. "And whose fault is that?"

"Mine. I know. I'm sorry."

"It's a little late for an apology. It was years ago that you decided you hated me, without so much as an explanation."

Biana peels a bit of skin off of her thumb. Maruca remembers when she used to do that, and she would take her hand to stop her from hurting herself. Part of her wishes they'd never stopped being so affectionate. They've changed too much for that now, though, so she stuffs her hands in her pockets as Biana says "I never hated you."

"You acted like you did."

"I know. I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I just..."

It doesn't seem like she knows exactly what to say, and Maruca doesn't want to hear it. "Don't bother. You made it pretty obvious why you didn't want to hang out with me anymore."

Fear flashes across her face, and it gives Maruca more satisfaction than it should. "Did I?"

"Yeah, it doesn't take a genius. I decided I didn't want to hide around my best friend. I stopped gushing about boys with you, I started mentioning how I didn't really care about crush cuffs or matchmaking, I pointed it out when I thought girls were pretty. And then you left, because you were too good for me. A Vacker has better people to be friends with than the weird lesbian."

Biana falls into stunned silence, looking as shocked and hurt as if Maruca had slapped her. She opens and closes her mouth, like she wants to say something but has no idea what. Eventually, she squeaks out "Is that why you thought we stopped talking? Because I found out you were a lesbian and I didn't like that?"

"I thought that because it's true," Maruca says, though she's less sure of that than she has been for a very long time.

"That's not- no. I didn't even know you were gay until you started dating Stina. I was too dumb to pick up on your hints."

Maruca's head scrambles to make sense of this. She was so convinced of her version of events, she doesn't even know how to fit this new information into it. "Then why?"

Biana tears off more skin, then flicks it away. "I had a crush on you."

"I-" Whatever she had been expecting, it was not that. "You what?"

"I was in love with you, okay? You were my best friend and then my feelings stopped being totally platonic, except I knew it would be really bad if anyone found out, so I..." She pauses and shakes her head. "I wanted to be around you, but I was also so scared, all the time. I didn't want anyone to know, and I knew that I liked you too much to keep it a secret forever. So if I stopped being around you, I stopped risking that I would say or do something stupid to give myself away. I hated it, but it was just- it was safer. I didn't know what else to do."

It's unclear what one is supposed to feel as a reaction to this, so Maruca makes the executive decision to process this information later. "Being honest with me might have been a good first step. I wouldn't have told anyone, you know."

"I know. And I thought about that. But if I talked to you out loud, I was worried someone might overhear, and writing it down was risky because it left a record. I knew you wouldn't out me on purpose, but I was really scared that you might let something slip accidentally. I didn't want anyone to know, Maruca. It wasn't that I didn't trust you, it was... no one could know. I couldn't stand the thought of anyone knowing my worst secret. I should have told you. It was wrong of me to not say goodbye, or anything. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too," Maruca says, which she definitely never thought she would say to Biana Vacker, of all people. "You were pretty awful to me, but you were also struggling a lot. Which doesn't excuse it. But I am sorry you had to go through that."

"Thanks."

"I'm glad we talked," she tells Biana, and she's surprised to discover that she means it. If the Maruca of the past found out she got to talk to Biana like this, she would have flipped a table. And yet, now, no tables have been flipped.

Biana gives her a small smile. "Me too. I'll leave you to get back to your... additional training with Stina and Marella and Linh."

Maruca watches her walk away, and it doesn't hurt like she expected it to.

#s's writing #bianuca #THEM YOUR HONOR #title is bleachers lyric btw

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desmondkane-of-ao3-fame · 2 years

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I’m in a big Skara appreciation mood today, so-! Story prompt! Skara using her kickass strategist skills to matchmake :3

A delightful idea I never actually thought about. Let’s see.

Skara isn’t just a strategist; she’s also a romantic. A romantic soul will always try to aim for the biggest, most romantic way of getting people to fall in love with each other, including her friends! And one day, while discussing strategies with her team, a tired Hunter accidentally reveals his crush on a certain green haired boy. When Skara says she can help him, he merely shakes his head, knowing nothing will work for him. But Skara’s a smart cookie, and with her own completely platonic fantasies about asking Willow out as a basis, Skara knows how to pull this off!

She starts by setting up an elixir vial and filling it with a potion she tells Hunter will make him super confident, along with a small makeover. When Hunter goes to school the next day and see’s Edric sitting in his seat, Hunter downs the elixir and sits next to him, attempting to be suave and cool, leaning back in his chair until he literally falls out onto the floor. Edric helps Hunter up, grabbing his hand, and they both feel a shock of sensations rush through them. Hunter’s confused, but Edric realizes Hunter was using a potion to help see if two people like each other, at which case they’ll feel a shock upon contact. Hunter realized that Skara intended him to do something to get Edric to save him, given his terrible suaveness, and realizes this means Ed does like him back. Score one for Skara.

Learning about her success with Hunter, Viney comes up next, asking Skara for help with her own crush on another Blight. Skara ponders this one a bit, but this one is actually a lot easier to do given it was actually something someone did for her: a fake medical emergency! This time, she convinces Viney to fake an injury during Flyer Derby practice, and Skara ‘rushes’ her to the Healing wing, ‘coincidentally’ just as Em is doing her healing internship. When some of the adult Healers can’t figure out what’s going on, Emira tries to figure it out, and out comes Viney coughing up ‘her’ heart, landing in her lap, with the words ‘EM; DATE?’ written on it. Em’s so stunned, yet so impressed by the gaul, that she says yes. Skara’s plans are two for two now!

Finally, Gus decides to ask Skara for help with his own crush; Matt! Skara’s not really familiar with him at all, but when Gus says he’s in Construction and Illusions, Skara decides on her biggest project yet; she helps Gus set up a big tower, using illusion magic to spice it up. When the tower gets rolled up to Hexside, Skara states only a true genius can rescue Gus from the top. Matt, totally to prove he’s a genius and not because he likes Gus, tries to climb it, but fails, eventually deciding to use his illusion and construction magic to safely bring the tower down to ground level. When he does, a nervous Gus admits it was an idea to admit to Matt he liked him based on some old human fairytale Luz told Skara once. Matt, blushing, calls Gus ridiculous for not just admitting to Matt he likes him, since Matt does too and all. Gus is ecstatic, and Skara feels accomplished at getting three for three! Gus even offers to help Skara with her own crush! But uh, Skara doesn’t have a crush, no sir-e! Especially not on Willow, nope!

Ok so maybe Skara has a bit of a crush on Willow. And maybe she wants to confess to Willow, like, really badly. But someone as awesome and smart and funny and strong and pretty as Willow can’t actually like her, can she? So she’s just resigned herself to asking if Willow even has a crush and helping her with that. The trouble is, Willow doesn’t have a crush, she says. But she can’t look at Skara whenever she says it for some reason. Skara just frowns and accepts that she can’t really help Willow if she doesn’t have a crush.

Except, obviously, she does. On Skara! So when everyone Skara helped realizes Skara AND Willow like each other, they decide to help Willow confess. She’s nervous, cause she still isn’t sure why someone as awesome and funny and smart and pretty as Skara would like her, but Willow goes along with it, asking Skara to meet up with her behind the school at lunch. She tells Skara she likes her, and she wanted to tell her sooner but didn’t think Skara would feel the same. Skara, stunned, collapses to the ground for a moment, before Willow leans over her, begging if she’s ok, not realizing she’s in kissing distance for a few seconds before both girls blush madly. Skara, however, works up the courage, even in this position, to admit she’s liked Willow for a bit herself. The two smile to each other, and, holding hands even after Willow helps pick Skara up, decide to make a date for after Friday.

When Skara later learns of her Entrails friends role in Willow’s confession, she makes a mental note to get them all the best seats at Skara and Willow’s wedding.

#the owl house #skarlow #willow park #toh skara #willow park toh #headcannon #toh #cute #skara #emerald entrails

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Ship Bias for Brienne, Jonathan, Mina, Asha, and Bane // anonymous

BRIENNE.

Brienne/Margaery: I think they can be butch/femme solidarity the likes of which Westeros is not prepared for. I think Marg should have married Renly for unrestricted access to his hot lady knight. I think Magaaery has the social smarts where Brienne has the common sense and they should both be Podrick's moms since Magaery loves kids and Brienne is forced into looking after the kid.

Brienne/Sansa: She's going to be Sansa's sworn shield do not @ me. I think Mama Cat accidentally playing matchmaker and sending the love of Sansa's life to her would be both the most bittersweet thing and potentially the most hilarious given 'and then my goodmother tried to murder me in cold blood.' Sansa has always wanted a knight as good as those in the songs, and Brienne is most certainly that.

Brienne/Daenarys: Brienne serving a royal redemption arc. Not holding Dany up to the same pedestal she did Renly, but now seeing the world for what it is, as well as this girl. Men have disappointed Dany at every critical juncture, let her see what a Maid-Knight can do for her campaign and love life. I think their overlapping narratives as outsiders would just mesh beautifully.

Brienne/Cersei: I have no excuse. I saw some fanart. they're both Bi and have Mental Problems. Jaime is the wrong twin.

JONATHAN CRANE.

Jon/Eddie, aka Scriddler/Riddlecrow: My first my last my everything. Largely as a result of roleplaying with Ax's top shelf Eddie, but I have literal in universe decades of lore for them. I cannot be normal about a cold, logical creature and a whimsical, brilliant rogue-turned-private eye. My Jon's (even temporary) redemption arc starts with him crawling into Eddie's penthouse once Arkham gives him the boot. There is nothing I do not love about these two.

Jon/Bane, aka Banecrow: The physical contrast! The mutual horrific backstories! The loneliness of genius! I think they are the kind of dynamic that would either clash at every moment, or become the rogue equivalent of sickening sweethearts. They'd help each other fight their battles, and give each other a space to be human rather than reputation or chemical-fueled villains.

Jon/Jervis, I don't know the cute portmanteau for this: I think Jon would help Jervis stay on top of his care and Jervis would manage to get the grim old professor to smile. I think they would be very good to each other whether as friends or partners or some other definition. I think regardless of dynamic they should get a place together and never stop balancing each other out for maybe forever. It would be so choice.

Jon/Corinthian, I just made this one up: Do not look at me. Both are pretty brutal killers who occupy the ever growing liminal space of fear. They are both gay. Jon would want to put the Corinthian under a microscope and discover how to synthesize whatever anti-rizz he has going on. Jon would be bold enough to mace Dream with Fear Toxin if he even thought of interrupting this bullshit. Corinthian can be thoroughly fetishized as he deserves. I live in shame.

MINA WAKEFIELD.

Mina/Harley: Chainsmokes. Ed got me hard w them. Med school pals who despite being in different departments drifted together and then refused to drift apart for years. Until, of course, as Mina puts it, 'my ex left me for a clown.' Despite her strong efforts to appear otherwise, Mina has never gotten over that, and has stayed Harley's friend in a subtly masochistic tango that is 'still in love with you' meets 'would be invited into the polycule if she could use her words to express thes feelings.'

Mina/Oswald: What began as a sort of pair the spares in a plot w Ax has become one of my fav ships for her. Mina's mature, professional, and a real classy type, and has been a personal ally of the Rogues gallery for years. Throw in a mutual goal and a mutual friend and, well, she was going to be recognized eventually. Mina is a judgment free zone and despite their appearances otherwise, they do have a graveyard in their closets. I think they have more in common than they actively realize, and there is fuel for romantic interpretation there. Also, it's been established that Mina's type in men is 'Big Boys' and while she might have five inches on him, well...

Mina/Waylon: Ax bounces this by me one day and I realize yeah, why not? Mina doesn't judge, Mina is used to working to people who look 'different,' and Waylon has been a personal friend of hers for years. They both came from some shitty upbringings so I think they can both appreciate having someone they don't have to 'front' with. I endorse their annual pizza nights instead becoming date nights. That, and they don't get much bigger than Waylon in this city.

Mina/Bruce: Points directly at Penny. Listen man is self-sabotaging and falling for dangerous brunette villainesses in this city like it's a professional sport. But I think the real potential here is Bruce being a sentimental, cyclical sort who sees himself as the open-pocketbook altruist of the city and Mina as the professional and well-loved surgeon and thinks 'I've seen this before it worked out fine.' Mina in turn sees a rich idiot with no day job, but one who cares for the city as much as she does. The real tragedy is, of course, neither is what they appear to be on the surface, and it's never going to last without some serious deception that throws the entire dynamic into question.

ASHA GREYJOY.

Asha/Qarl: Good dynamic, good dynamic. I like they're both clearly fucking around and not intending to find out, unlike other dynamics pursuant of Asha. I don't know that it will last, but I certainly think their closeness will. It's easily the least offensive canonical Asha romance.

Asha/Arianne: I am here for two queens who are going to flip the board and make their own way. I so want Arianne to end up on Asha's ship and the two to have a fierce battle of wills that ends with pillowtalk. I think they would be the de facto power couple of Westeros if they were given a chance. That and my Asha is obsessed w Dornish gowns and the mere glance of cleavage. Plus I also think as the rebellious/holdout factions of Westeros historically, they should make their own alliance against the mainland/the rest of Westeros. I think it would be funny. Five kingdoms and the Ironborn-Dornish Pride Parade circling the continent in fancy boats a la Nymeria.

Asha/Ravenna (OC): Oh my GOD Ed keeps getting me tell me to stop -- But no, seriously, the idea of them finding each other in the carnage of taking back Winterfell and Rav successfully appealing to Asha for safe passage. And how can Asha say no, Rav is not only beautiful, but as best Asha can tell, an innocent in her father and half-brother's crimes. The unsteady early days knowing what their brothers were a part of, giving way to an all too easy attraction. I cannot wait for them to survive and sail away to have endless adventures and present a new dawn for their respective houses.

BANE.

Bane/Talia: I want to repeat from a post I made about this. yes i ship b*ne/t*lia but not in a nolan or comics way, but in a secret third way (there is something wrong with you. there is something wrong with you that is also wrong with me. / I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else… and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more… and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned. / i don’t know what brings broken people together. maybe damage seeks out damage the way stains on a mattress halo into one another. the way stains on a mattress bleed into each other.)

Bane/Jonathan, aka Banecrow: See its entry under Jonathan :D

#briennetbt #banetbt #it's a thankless job but somebody's got to do it. [ mina wakefield ; ask ]#ashatbt #there is no cure for fear. [ jonathan crane ; ask ]

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