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tojisprettywife · 1 month

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{note: hi hi, this was pretty intimidating to write. To open the blank document, was scary enough. after two years, attempting to write more than 1k words was not easy, so to speak. i'd recommend listening to smth that gets in your feels as you read this, if you can. this was based on this ask. hopefully, whoever wanted me to tag them in this, like it.}

warnings: none. husband! toji x wife! reader. maybe 0.1% of suggestiveness. fluff i guess? i'll let you be the judge of it.

w.c: 2.05k

tags: @jkumiplace @snowprincesa1 @idreamitski @shokosprincess hope you all like it :)

When you feel the world caving in, unknowingly, we push everyone around us away. Self isolation, a very tempting idea, to give into. Or you’re just in your luteal phase? Whatever the reason might be, you’re feeling what you would mostly probably write off as “I don’t know”. You slump down into the couch, staring at the moving pictures on the screen. Your husband works a rather unconventional job, a sorcerer killer. Right, unconventional is an understatement, putting himself in danger, but you too. You’re sitting there blankly, waiting for him to be home, it’s been 10 days since you last saw him.

You jolt and sit up,at the sharp sound of the door bell. It is 11pm on a Tuesday night, who would show up at such a time?Your husband, Toji, of course. You run up to the front door, opening the door. And, there is the man you love, you adore, who you married. “You’re still up?..” He walks past you, entering the apartment. You close the door behind him and turn, “I couldn’t sleep… '' you mumble. “Is there any dinner? I’m famished” he said, placing his duffel bag on the floor beside the couch. Your eyebrows twitch, where is the usual hug he gives you after coming home to you? where is the “i missed you so much?” ‘Why aren’t his eyes meeting mine? what’s with this sudden chang—‘ your thoughts are stopped in the tracks as his low timbre snaps you back into the present “I’m asking… is there dinner or not? Did you cook something for me?..” he sighs, walking into the bedroom that you both share. "What's with this ne— No, these days, he’s been taking more and more from me, it seems like I mean nothing—’ you shake your head, to stop yourself from jumping into conclusions. He comes back into the kitchen after washing up. You hate how, despite how you’re annoyed at his new change in behavior, you still find him attractive. The smell of after shave lotion, filling the air as he walks past you, drying his hair with a small towel. The way his wet raven black hair sticks to his forehead and neck. Maybe absence does make the heart fonder. Is it only for you or— you flinch as he taps on the counter. “Back to earth, hmm?” You sigh softly, placing a plate on the dining table, serving him dinner. He quickly eats, your mind drifting back to “Why isn’t he talking? Where is his usual grumble about work, Where—” you look at him, as the chair’s legs scratch the floor as he gets up after finishing dinner.

Small, unsettling feeling pooling in the pit of your stomach. Almost, two years into this marriage, what’s this new sliver crack in a perfectly nice mirror? That is how it feels, right now. A small crack, a splinter, or is it just miscommunication?

‘Communication is the key to a healthy relationship’ they say, they only say. To actually follow and practice that? Humans are selfish beings at the end of the day. You know, asking and talking it out with him would be right. Yet here you are, grueling all by yourself.

The human mind is a wretched, wretched thing, at times. In the name of protecting you, thousands of scenarios pop into your mind like bubbles, ranging to all extremities. That’s quite laughable, you know, you’re not these thoughts; but intrusive thoughts? on the other hand are quite convincing, aren’t they? Like a creeper vine which holds on to anything for support, thoughts creep in, stifling and clouding your judgment. Unbeknownst to you, or to your conscious mind, the history of Toji’s relationships flood in, adultery? cheating? lost feelings for you? What if he doesn’t love you anymore?. The sound of silence is too loud, you find yourself still in the kitchen mindlessly watching dishes while he peacefully sleeps, scrunching and fitting himself in a couch, which is tiny for him. Your eyes fall upon his face, now that you’re quite some feet away from him, if you weren’t there in his life, would he still fall asleep like this?

Slowly the realization kicks in that, you still haven’t washed the dishes. You scamper around the kitchen, cleaning it up. Finally, walking towards the couch, you press a soft kiss on his forehead. Maybe you assumed too much? But you love him more than that, finally you decide to head to bed.

Next morning, you thought it would be way better, since he’d be well rested. Is that really the case? Toji is up, watching the morning news, lazily skipping through some channels, he sees you come into the living room “Morning~ I’d like some coffee..” his eyes return back to screen, before you could reply to his greeting. This takes a huge toll on you, such indifference wasn’t something you were used to, especially from Toji. Morning becomes Afternoon becomes Evening, still Toji hasn’t given you any sort of attention.

Things are slightly taking a turn, is it for the worse or better? You completely become dismissive to his behavior and start giving him the cold shoulder. Any requests that come your way, from him, are mostly answered by nodding or a mumble of “Okay” “No”. Toji notices this sudden, well not sudden, but gradual decline in your usual enthusiasm, and touchiness. He wanted to ask, but he gave you space since you might be just moody. He shrugs it off. Despite this little coldness and frozen atmosphere in your house, time still goes on, night falls, and bedtime is here. You sit on the edge of the bed. Toji is also in the room now. Four walls, two people, one bed, and a thousand misunderstandings.

“Communication is the key” You know it at heart, but being petty is what you want to do now. Yes, it’s childish, immature, stupid, whatnot. Although, it is necessary now. You’ve given, given, and given, that your own cup is empty. As the saying goes “water is soft, but it cuts through rocks” has never been so true, until now. “Toji.” your tone is so sharp breaking this chilling, uncomfortable silence between you two. He immediately turns his head towards you, in surprise “Hm?..”. You gulp down, gathering up your courage to voice out what you've been feeling, what you’ve been wanting, and most of all, to know whether this relationship still has a chance?

“I- I” your breaths are more deliberate, slow, and steady, to compose yourself. “I’ve been… feeling a little too weird these days..”. He nods, listening to you intently, as he’s never seen you this serious before. “Yes, You seem on the edge these days… especially ever since I came back.”

You grit your teeth slightly at his calm tone, this calmness is what you like about him, but right now, this is what is setting you off, “Can you stop being so nonchalant all the goddamn time?” you lash out, but in times of anger, we don’t even acknowledge how we do things, what we extremely dislike, just as right now. “Toji, you— Do you take me for granted?! I can only give so much, but what am I getting from you? Past month, I’ve been completely, utterly, feeling used by you… Am I just one of the girls… like the ones from the past?..”. Toji’s string of patience breaks at the last line, not even at you calling him out, but comparing yourself to the one-night stands and hookups he had in his distant past. He clenches his jaw, and breathes out, calming down a little. Since you’re more sensitive, he tries to be as gentle as possible “Baby, That’s not true you know. Why would you compare yourself to women like that? You’re way more precious and you’re definitely not like them to me. You’re my wife…. listen—”

“Baby?” you mutter to yourself. “Toji, when.. you went on this mission, actually all missions before this one.. did you miss me? did you even think of me?… OR did you… turn back to your … old ways?…” That was enough, the last line. Toji is taken back, you could see the disbelief on his face. The silence is even more heavy. The words uttered in anger are so vicious, they kill people without actually killing them. “Wh-What did you just say?…” he croaks out, his nonchalance breaking away, being vulnerable as you hit such a wounded part of him. “You heard me clearly.” you knew you were being a bit too much, you knew that all too well, but this is what being petty means right? Once in a while, it is okay. Humans are rational beings? Never, just because we have one sense more than animals, doesn’t mean we aren’t rational than them. We are impulsive too.

Toji stares dead into your eyes, you grit your teeth, not to lack composure. But, that’s not who you are. You love him way too much, get excited each time you see him, way too clingy, your love, your heart, everything says one name, every single day. In a crowd of men, you’d choose him over and over again. Tears slowly roll down your cheeks, in vain attempts to hold them back, they run down in streams. He, no matter how angry, can’t see you cry, see you weep like this. He walks over to you, and you take a step back. “I… I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to get mad.. or push you away.. These days this job is getting to me.. I don’t really feel like doing this anymore. I can’t stay away for weeks, without seeing you. Not only does it put me in danger, which I don't mind, but I’m putting you too. So that’s been on my mind a lot, sorry… I wasn’t being a good husband... I— I have no excuses..”

Your heart sinks, it’s true he wasn't as close as used to be for a month. The way he takes the blame for himself, all that plus his vulnerability about the job, shakes you up a bit. “I know you need space, I’ll be in the living room. I’m so sorry, ba—by”

The door swiftly closed behind him, you sat down on the bed. Taking in what has happened over the past one hour. After some time alone you slowly get up, making your way to the living room. You see Toji, lying down on the couch, legs hanging out, feet swinging slightly. You look down at him, then get on top of him, laying your head on his chest; snuggling into his chest. He wraps his big, warm arms around you, pulling you closer. The way his embrace still feels the same, the whiff of his cologne, mixed with his personal scent is so comforting. You nuzzle further into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry” you softly say. He presses a kiss on top of your head, his warm hand rubbing up and down your back. A few minutes into the hug, you look up into his eyes “Toji.. what’s that I feel on my thigh?..” He looks away from you “It’s been more than a month, you know. And being this close to you… it’s natural..” he mumbles, the tips of his ears turning red. You smile, burying your face back into his chest. “I love you” you whisper. “I know,” he says, smirking. You pinch his bicep “Ow, okay, okay… I love you the most, you know” he chuckles. “By the way… I got my period” you giggle. He pulls you in again, resting his chin on top of your head. He squeezes you gently, basking in this warm embrace, your hearts beating against each other’s chest, slowly syncing up with the other. You both drift off to peaceful slumber, after a long time. Your presence in Toji’s life was akin to the presence of the warmth of sunshine, on a cold winter’s day. You both found each other at the right time, after dating for some time, now married for almost two years. You’re all he could ever ask for. “To love and to be loved in return”, is what he wants, and he has it now. You.

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hauntedhokage · 1 year

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Pollen Count

Kakashi Hatake/F!Reader

Summary: While on a mission to deliver documents, you and Kakashi stop for the night in a place where you probably shouldn’t. Something in the air didn’t feel quite right, despite everything else feeling perfect. Cross posted to AO3

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: sex pollen, dub!con, f!receiving oral, blindfolds, fingering, unprotected sex, outdoor sex

Note: I was struck by Kakashi brain rot during my Naruto re-watch.

It was supposed to be a simple delivery task. There was a chance of enemy ninja, which made it not quite so simple as just delivering a couple pieces of paper. The nature of the documents required that two jounin be sent to take care of it. You didn’t know who the other jounin was, Tsunade said she had to do some reorganization of some squads to get you the backup you’d need since this document was now top priority over a couple reconnaissance and recovery missions.

It wasn’t your job to know what was in it that made it so important, but you were very interested in who your partner would be. Hopefully entertaining but at the very least could keep up conversation. It was a long journey to the Hidden Sand, to spend it in silence felt like a fate worse than death. Team compatibility could be what made the difference between a mission’s success and failure, after all.

“Oh, sorry I’m late.”

Kakashi? Oh this was going to be interesting, indeed.

“Helping an elderly woman with her shopping? At dawn?” you take your guess as his excuse, smile on your face as he rubs the back of his neck.

“Sure, let’s go with that. You have the cargo?”

You only pat your vest where the scroll was contained, and he nods before he suggests that you get going. And so you set out, being sure to act as casual as two shinobi heading out on a mission could. Nobody knew about the scroll, so it was imperative that you not act like you had anything that anybody else would want to see.

“We should probably think about camping somewhere or finding an inn to stay at for the night,” Kakashi suggests as the sun begins to set, and you nod before stopping to stand on a tree branch. “Which would you prefer?”

“Let’s get back on the road, and if we can’t find an inn by nightfall then we can set up camp.” At this time of year, it’d be dark in about forty-five minutes. Time wasn’t on your side if your hope was to sleep on a surface softer than your bedroll on the grass. Though there might have been an inn nearby, but you weren’t confident that you hadn’t passed it already due to how fast you and Kakashi had been moving.

For all your hoping, you’d been proven correct in your assumption that’d you’d passed the inn you’d been thinking of and that left you only moderately deflated as you turned off the main road with Kakashi to find a suitable campsite. Off the beaten path but flat was the goal, and you look through some tall shrubbery and smile when you see a clearing. It was really quite the scene with healthy grass, some flowers, and the river wasn’t too far away. The trees provided ample coverage, too, so it really did feel quite secluded. There was something in the air, too, something that put you at ease. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you also knew that you needed to stay on your guard while on a mission even if the environment told you otherwise. Something about deception and things being too good to be true.

Kakashi offers to take the first watch, and you tuck yourself into your sleeping bag with hopes of getting some rest. Only it’s too warm, so you remove yourself from within the sleeping bag to instead lay on it in hopes that it’d be more comfortable. Only now it’s your vest that feels too heavy, so you sit up to remove it and take a moment to roll your shoulders. Kakashi was here, you were safe to lose that protective padding to get some sleep if that’s what it took.

“Are you alright?” He asks from his perch in the tree, and you look up to see that he’d been watching you. “You seem uncomfortable down there.”

“Does it feel hot to you, Kakashi?” you ask, almost tempted to pull your shirt off but knowing that wasn’t the wisest move you could make. But it was so hot and starting to rub you the wrong way so it needed to go. Sooner rather than later. “It’s so hot out here.”

“It’s a bit warm, yeah, but I’ve been trying to tune it out.” He’s kneeling in front of you now, pressing his wrist to your forehead. You can’t see the frown, but you hear it when he sighs before he tells you that you’re running a fever. “You’re just hot, though? Not nauseous or anything else?”

“I honestly felt fine until just now when I was trying to lay down.” But you’re acutely aware of the fact that he’s still got his wrist pressed to your forehead, and now there’s his other hand on your shoulder and contributing to the heat you felt. “But now I’m just hot, and my clothes feel wrong.”

“Does it feel heavy?”

“Kinda, just rubbing me the wrong way, y’know?”

“Yeah.” So he was feeling it too, and that both relieves you and horrifies you at the same time. What if your perfect campsite was just a massive trap? That’d be just fantastic if all this was your fault. “It’s not a genjutsu, and there are no chakra signatures anywhere near us either. It’s almost like there’s something in the air.”

Something in the air? That was what you had felt earlier, but that something wasn’t making you hot. Kakashi’s hands on you were not helping, but instead were contributing to a different type of heat in your core that was not easy to ignore either. Where was the light and easy feeling that you’d had previously? Where did that go?

“I have to get out of these clothes, Kakashi.” You hope you sound calm, like you know what you’re doing, but you couldn’t even really think straight.

“We have to get out of here, we’ll deal with our symptoms once we’re out of the hot zone.”

“I am the hot zone right now!”

“And we need to figure that out, but losing your cool is not going to help. We’re not going to go far, there’s another clearing nearby and I think we should be okay there. Let’s gather our things and move.” The instruction is clear and, despite how awful your clothes felt against your skin, you follow them without question. By the time you’ve settled in the new campsite you can’t stop yourself, taking your shirt off with your vest and laying back against the cool grass in hopes that it’ll help you relax - even just a little bit.

The air felt different here, sure, but you still felt too hot. A look to your left tells you that Kakashi was feeling the heat too, since he’d removed his vest and was trying to fan cool air onto his skin. There was another more obvious problem just south of the hem of his shirt, but you avert your gaze from your partner to keep from potentially making him uncomfortable.

“Doing okay?” he asks, and you shake your head since you were still feeling too hot even with your shirt being off and cool air hitting your skin.

“Still too hot, but I’m running out of layers,” you mumble, jumping nearly out of your skin when you feel his hand on your stomach. How he got there that fast was not a question you’d waste time on, since the man did train with Gai. What was more pressing was the physical contact he’d initiated, all he really needed to do was move that hand just a bit further south and you were certain that’d either fix everything and make the problem worse - but such was the shinobi way of life. “That’s not helping.”

“I thought not,” he mumbled, and you chance looking up at him only to feel yourself get so much warmer when you see him looking down at you. There’s something unfamiliar in his eye, and that has you equal parts excited and concerned at what that look could mean. “The air is different here, so we must have inhaled something back there.”

How was he still so functional? You couldn’t give a damn about what could have you feeling this way, there were more pressing matters such as your body feeling like it was on fire and the growing discomfort with how wet your underwear was getting.

“Please stop talking,” you whine, your hand grabbing his wrist. His pulse is racing beneath his skin, his thumb starting to move against your skin until you let out another whine at the contact. “But keep touching me.”

“You’re sure?”

“Only if you want to.”

He shakes his head, and you’re not sure what it is he’s trying to convey but you err on the safe side and release his wrist. You’re ready to sit yourself up, go hide behind a tree so you could rub this out and get it over with, but his hand stays firm on your stomach to keep you in place as he leans in to get close to your ear.

“We shouldn’t do this, but I can’t pull myself away from you when I’m like this and you’re so willing.”

If he wasn’t wearing that mask, you’d kiss him right now. But he is, and that brings you to let him go so you could move the placement of your headband so it’d cover your eyes. Kakashi had to be uncomfortable in the mask, this was how you could ensure that he could be more comfortable while you both were dealing with the side effects of whatever the hell you’d breathed in. You hear him sigh before his hand leaves your stomach, and you pick up on the rustling of his clothes before his mouth is on yours and his hand is pushing at the waistband of your pants. Your hand starts to move, but is quickly pinned into the grass by Kakashi’s other hand as he moves to straddle you.

“Please behave, I’m struggling to contain myself as it is.” The warning has you nodding, but your hips move of their own volition in an attempt to get some friction where you most need it. He pauses above you, then his hands are gone from you only to work at pulling your pants and underwear down.

Your mouth falls open when his fingers push between your folds, the fire burning inside sated by the contact that has you relaxing into the grass. You hadn’t realized just how large Kakashi’s hands were until he had two fingers inside of you working to stretch you open more, and you knew you’d be fixated on those hands long after this situation was over and dealt with. A bridge to be crossed later, if you remembered after all this was over and done with.

A forearm is pressed to your hip, those two fingers part your folds, and you sigh when his tongue slides through to lap at your essence while his thumb circles your already over-sensitive clit. Another orgasm comes and goes before you can process it, your hands moving to his hair to try and pull him away. Instead, his other hand comes to replace his tongue, two fingers pushing into your cunt easily while his thumb continues to play with your clit.

“Are you going to come already?” He sounds amused, but you can’t formulate the words that you need to tell him off or tell him that he was right. “You can come, it’s alright. Let me taste you.”

You’re going to blame your current state on the fact that you were able to come just by him telling you to, that truly had to be it. But he sounds pleased and you’re ready to cry when he continues to lick and suck at your quivering pussy until you’re practically begging him to pull back and fuck you proper. You just needed him to fill you now, fill you and keep you full and fuck the neediness out of you.

“Ask and you shall receive.” There’s more rustling, and you wish you could see what he was doing and how he was looking at you but the headband remains in place to keep your vision obscured.

The blunt tip of his cock coming to rest between your folds has your eyes closing behind the headband, your fingers digging into the soft soil beneath you as he presses forward and stretches you. There’s no time or consideration for adjustments, you’d wager that Kakashi’s patience has worn out given the situation, and you’re not complaining since this is what you needed.

“Just stay put,” he breathes into your ear, his hand taking yours and pressing it into the grass beside your head. He’s still moving his hips against yours even as he speaks, the heat and desperation radiating off of him in waves as he presses a kiss to your cheek before he gently bites at your jawline. “Stay put and let me take care of us, will you do that?”

You nod, your compliance earning you another kiss before he’s pulling out. Before you have the chance to complain, he’s turning you over and pulling your hips up so you’d be propped up on your knees in front of him before he’s pushing back into you. There was no gentleness, no careful consideration of the environment, this was Kakashi on a mission to get you both off and hopefully stop whatever had gotten you both so worked up. His hands grip your hips hard enough that you’re certain there would be ten little bruises decorating your skin later, and he muffles his own sounds of pleasure by biting into your shoulder, it hurts but in the best way possible as he fucks into you at a pace you could only describe as being brutal. There was no rhythm or thought to it, he needed to get off as badly as you did.

“You feel so good, y’know that?” he breathes into your ear, every other word punctuated by a grunt that has you weaker than the one before. There’s a new heat burning inside you, this one you knew how to cope with, and you move your hand so that you could rub at your clit only to hand Kakashi grab your hand and press it back into the ground. “I said stay put and let me take care of you. You need to come?”

You nod, your head falling forward into the grass when his fingers make contact with your clit. At this point you think your body may be too sensitive, and that has you arching back into him at the feeling of the rough pads of his fingers against the nerve bundle.

“Stop running from me.”

“Sensitive,” is all you can gasp out, fingers digging into the grass once again as Kakashi chuckles in your ear. “Please, I’m so close Kakashi.”

This time you stay put when his fingers graze your clit, and you feel all coherent thoughts leave you as your body continues to rock with his as his fingers begin rubbing quick circles while his thrusts increase in pace. All that mattered was him and your approaching orgasm, anything else would have to wait until you could breathe normally again. A thrust punctuated by a pinch to your clit has your body going rigid beneath his, and he’s talking you through the orgasm until his own hips stutter and he also stills.

An arm moves around your waist, bringing you with him when he moves to lay on his side. The headband is moved but you keep your eyes closed even though your back was to him, not wanting to chance seeing his face. Things felt a bit more clear, but now you weren’t sure where the source of the heat was coming from now - the unknown inhalant or the close proximity to Kakashi. The grass was helping, though, which told you it was likely Kakashi making you feel so warm.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, a bit,” you whisper, staying on your side while he lies on his back. “How come you were so functional? We were both exposed for the same amount of time?”

“My mask must have acted as a filter. I had it off to eat, though, which was likely where I got truly exposed.” You’re quiet after that, really trying to think about it but your critical thinking still wasn’t truly there. You’d give yourself a headache if you tried, you were sure, so you choose not to think about it for now. “Well I’m going to keep watch, you need your rest if we’re going to continue the mission.”

“What if it’s not fully out of our systems? Shouldn’t we go back to the village for treatment?” You’re sitting up now, still looking away since you weren’t sure if it was safe to look at him yet, but the cold air on your back does feel nice.

“I think we’ve established that we’re pretty decent at dealing with the side effects, no need to delay by going back to the village if we can handle it ourselves.” That has you looking at him, not at all caring about whether he was masked or not. He didn’t truly mean he’d fuck you all the way to the Sand Village if that was necessary, did he? “I think that’s the fun part, don’t you?”

This man was going to be the death of you, you were certain of that.

#kakashi hatake/reader #kakashi hatake/you #kakashi hatake/f!reader #kakashi hatake smut #kakashi x reader #kakashi x reader smut #kakashi smut #kakashi x you #kakashi x f!reader #kakashi x y/n

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televised-eyes · 2 months

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It really saddens me to see Aziraphale get the full force of everyone’s contempt over his reaction to the kiss & here's why:

What do we know about Aziraphale's true character? What they we been shown? Well, he’s a silly angel, who cares too much, loves his partner Crowley and truly wants to do what he believes is the right thing!

Don't get me wrong, I can see why a lot of people side and identify with Crowley after the final fifteen, given his trauma and the fact that he was the one making himself vulnerable by initiating the kiss.

But here the thing: it’s not like Aziraphale acted out of character after hearing Crowley’s proposal. We, as the audience, have been shown multiple times when Crowley has begged for them to run away together and every time we’ve seen it, it has been in a situation where Crowley wants to abandon all responsibility. It’s a trauma response and I don’t blame Crowley for being traumatized by Heaven and Hell. Just like I don’t blame him for not wanting to go back to either.

But Aziraphale has never responded positively to this proposition before. The only difference this time was the kiss. A beautiful, desperate, awkward kiss!

Aziraphale has always been wired to take responsibility and direct action even when he shouldn’t. For him, Azi’s personal code is to always do what he believes is the right thing to do, even if it might not end well. He gives the flaming sword to humanity, he saves Job’s children, he discorporates himself to stop the apocalypse, he does the thing with the halo.

I just don’t buy the narrative that he chose Heaven over Crowley. I think Aziraphale chose Heaven *because* of Crowley. He knew as long as he was in charge, he could keep Crowley safe.

Azi clearly loves Crowley despite his cognitive dissonance at all times. He can talk all the livelong day about how they "aren’t friends," but his actions speak the opposite. He cares deeply for Crowley. Azi trusts Crowley, he lets him get “plenty of use” out of the bookshop, he turns a neighborhood association meeting into a cotillion ball so that he can dance with him, he risked an eternity in Hell by wearing Crowley’s face.

He also knows that Crowley always comes back especially his angel needs him. Unless Crowley does a 180 and returns to Hell to actively thwart Heaven out of spite (which ngl that would great television & a theory I’d like to dwell deeper into elsewhere) this was just another disagreement and they will work it out somehow by working together. And hopefully learn how to communicate clearly!

The very root of the argument was misunderstanding and failure of communication on both sides.

The more I think about the “I forgive you” line, the more I think it may have just been Azi’s gut reaction to read the kiss as one of Crowley’s “temptations.” It’s a loaded word, but I think most people read the kiss as a last act of desperation to convince him to run away. In the past, we have seen Azi’s automatic response to what he feels like is a temptation from Crowley has always been to “forgive” him.

Is it irritating? Yes. Is it good communication? No. Is it a trauma response? I think yes.

I think that’s why the ending of season 2 didn’t upset me as much as it has upset others. I feel like I understand both sides—both how and why Crowley and Aziraphale make their decisions—because the writing is so damn good.

*Aziraphale did not reject or abandon Crowley.*

That last look at Crowley before stepping into the elevator was not a “good bye” or a “fuck you.” I truly believe he looked back to remind himself why he’s doing what he’s doing in the first place!!!

Aziraphale is protecting Crowley because he loves Crowley and believes their relationship is not only worth making sacrifices for, but also strong enough to withstand them!

#i’ve been meaning to articulate this for a while #and i’m still hoping any of this makes sense #i just love this story and these characters #good omens #good omens 2 #gomens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #good omens spoilers #good omens meta #meta #fandom #tw abandonment #tw rejection

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gfksn · 9 months

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genre: fluff

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none

author’s note: i’ve had this in my drafts well over a year now and personally, i think it’s about time that i posted something of substance on this blog. happy reading <3

you trudged toward the park; the only place (other than your cramped apartment) where you truly seemed to find solace after a long day’s work. with a drawn-out sigh, you dropped your bag and slumped onto the wooden bench, a dreadful weight being lifted off your shoulders. your eyes fluttered shut as you grew fond of every cool breeze that blew past. no feeling could come near to this. it was just you, the evening sun and-

“meow”

huh? you sat up, eyes trailing downward only to see an orange tabby with a confused expression much like your own. you cooed at the sight, lightly patting the empty space beside you in hopes of catching the small cat’s attention; and it did. the corners of your lips curled into a wide smile as the feline rubbed it’s head against your outstretched hand.

“what’re you doing here buddy?” you mumbled, gently scratching the cat’s chin and earning a soft purr in response. “just enjoying the evening, huh?” you stroked your thumb against the ginger fur, the feline’s eyes forming crescents at the affection.

“i envy you.”

“meow”

you laughed softly, finding your sudden confession to the stray ridiculous, but you had to admit, you felt strangely relieved.

you looked up at the evening sky before pulling the sleeve of your coat back to check your watch. it was getting late. you couldn’t believe that you’d just spent who know how’s long simply petting a stray cat. you slung the strap of your bag over your shoulder before turning to the small ginger, doe eyes staring right back at you. it broke your heart to leave. with a few gentle strokes to its head and a light tug to its ears, you bid the stray goodbye, promising to be back tomorrow.

minho eased himself down onto the park bench, a heavy sigh escaping him; feet finally being given a rest after such a long day. he shut his eyes as the autumn wind brushed past him. at last, peace and quiet.

“meow”

"finally,” you muttered as the clock struck five, signaling your freedom for the rest of the evening. with hurried movements, you packed away your belongings and began booking it toward the exit.

“y/n!” your shoulders immediately slumped at the sound of your supervisor’s voice.

“yes ma’am?” your tone was cheerful despite your bitter, tired expression.

“i need you to stay for an extra twenty minutes tomorrow to get some paperwork done.” she was, without a doubt, the bearer of bad news. as much as you hated the idea, it was your job after all. you swallowed your pride and with a simple “yes ma’am” you left for evening.

without thinking much of it, you found yourself in the park, sitting at the same bench awaiting the arrival of the small feline. you tapped your fingers against the wood, looking around for your much anticipated company.

“where are you?” you mumbled a small pout forming on your lips, “i could really use the company right about now.”

as if on cue, the orange tabby emerged from the bushes, meowing softly once you were in sight. you reached out, allowing the cat to touch your fingertips with its nose.

“almost thought i wouldn’t see you.” the cat hopped onto the bench beside you and rubbed its head against your side causing you to let out a light chuckle. oh, how you wished you could take the feline home with you, only, your work didn’t make it possible with its long hours and occasional overtime, which reminded you;

“i have to stay an extra twenty minutes at work tomorrow, so i’m not sure if you’ll see me.” you didn’t pay much attention to the fact that you were currently filling the stray in on your work schedule, but that didn’t make it any less unusual. nevertheless, you still shared your news with it. you had company after all.

you hummed as you scratched the cat’s chin. “i have to go now, hopefully i’ll get to see you tomorrow.” the cat only looked up at you and meowed in response. adorable

it was currently five o’ clock. any other day you’d be pretty happy about it, but not today.

“it’s only twenty minutes y/n, shouldn’t be too bad.” just as you said that, your supervisor dropped a stack of papers onto your desk.

great

you straightened your back and rolled your shoulders. your nose scrunched as a slight aching in your muscles was now present. “i really need a new job,” you muttered to yourself, “but at least all the paperwork’s done.”

you checked the clock, it’s been well over twenty minutes. if it weren’t for the few employees scattered here and there, the office might as well be empty. but that was none of your concern in that moment, all you wanted was to find yourself in the comforts of your apartment.

that was all you longed for, yet here you were, seated in the park, waiting for the orange tabby you’d grown quite fond of.

you glanced at your watch for the nth time that evening, as if that would make the stray arrive any faster. it’s not like he knew the time and was aware of when your shift would end. but that didn’t stop you from waiting. you waited and waited, but to no avail. soon enough, you decided to take on the task of finding the cat yourself.

after a few ‘pspsps’s and rustling through the park’s shrubs like a maniac, you finally found your orange tabby… seated on a park bench with someone else. admittedly, you felt a tinge of jealousy toward the man it was with. but you still you admired the way he interacted with the feline. the way he gazed at it with nothing but pure affection, a soft smile sitting prettily on his lips; his perfect lips. you slowly emerged from behind the shrub where you were hiding and approached the two.

“sorry to interrupt your moment,” you spoke, slightly startling the pair. “but, i was kind of looking for this little guy here.” you gestured toward the feline.

the man watched as the cat hopped off of his lap and sauntered toward you, rubbing its side along your leg. you laughed softly before bending down and petting it.

“is he your cat?” he asked and you could’ve sworn you heard his heart shatter the moment he did, sadness evident in his expression.

“no no no, i — ” you quickly replied, waving your hands in front of you. you watched the man’s shoulders relax as you spoke. you looked at him, then at the orange tabby. you sighed and made your way over to the bench. “may i?” you asked, gesturing toward the bench. the man nodded and you sat beside him.

“to be honest, this little guy has been keeping me company for the past few days.” you reached your hand out and called the tabby over to you, smiling softly as the feline touched your fingertips with its nose. “and he’s the sweetest thing ever,” you added, now looking over to the man beside you.

“i just wasn’t aware that he was seeing someone behind my back,” you joked. the stray ‘meowed’ in response before hopping onto the bench between you and the stranger. you both reached out to pet him, hands brushing against each other’s. you retracted your hand, letting them fall onto your lap. it was a mere accident but that didn’t stop your heartbeat from quickening.

“seems like life hasn’t exactly been the best for the both of us, huh?” you looked up at the man, watching his expression as he scratched the feline’s chin. he was breathtaking.

“yeah,” you muttered, eyes not leaving the stranger. he finally looked up at you, blinking slowly as the corner of his lips turned up into the faintest of smiles. you felt a chill run up your spine, you weren’t sure what caused it; the chilly autumn breeze or the way this man was looking at you. amidst your thoughts, which were currently filled with how charming this guy’s smile was, you couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit of thankfulness toward your supervisor. if you hadn’t stayed back, you probably would’ve never seen…

“what’s your name?” the man chuckled dryly, a bit taken aback by your abrupt question.

“minho.”

on rare occasions when your supervisor asked you for some extra time spent in the office, you can’t help but reminisce about the day you met minho. sure you see each other almost everyday — given that his work hours are longer than yours — but that doesn’t take away the giddy feeling you get whenever he’s around.

after what felt like ages, minho finally worked up the courage to ask you out. to which you obviously said yes. as for the stray, you both decided to take him in, only this time instead of being called ‘buddy’ or ‘guy’, he was now know as soonie.

you didn’t believe in fate, but there seemed to be no other explanation to you meeting soonie, which further led to you meeting minho. despite what you believed, you were sure of one thing. where the once stray cat roamed, following closely was your one true love.

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spookymystery67 · 3 months

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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Another chapter! This one is kind of filler. A bit of a time skip and also a way for you all to get a feel of how the reader and Ada's relationship has progressed. Still don't have a set in stone plan as to how this will go but hopefully you all enjoy!

Chapter 15:

— 2001 (Three years after Raccoon City)

You staying and working with Ada turned out to be a more permanent situation than you both had expected. You had both grown fond of each other over the years and came to realize that you two working together benefited you both. She would keep you safe and away from people looking to kill you, and you would keep her from being somewhat lonely. It was a win-win.

The both of you, surprisingly, made a wonderful team. A very efficient one. Especially after the lessons Ada had given you, teaching you how to be a good spy. Funnily enough, Ada sort of hated being called a spy. But you felt it fit with certain aspects of the job she has. Sneaking around, pretending to be someone high up to get into places you should not be in, the outfits.

Oh god, the outfits.

High heels have become more of a constant in your life than you would like, thanks to Ada. Despite your insistence that you will be perfectly okay, and better off, without them. She still insisted. She would be more lenient about your choice of footwear if it was a normal field mission. One involving more running and physical activity than the heels would allow for you and your weak legs. But if the mission involved, say, a fancy party with fancy attire, then she will physically force the shoes onto your feet if she had to.

It happened once or twice. She has trained in combat way more than you have. Has years of experience.

You never stood a chance.

Honestly, after a couple years of it you were fed up. Your feet hurt. No matter how much you break the shoes in and walk in the damn things, they always hurt. You still don’t know how Ada does it. She walked in heels with the grace of a ballerina and never tripped like you did. At this point, you were convinced she made you wear heels just to make herself look better.

You huffed in annoyance as you stumbled and tripped over your own two feet for the tenth time that night as you attempted to catch up to the long legged woman ahead of you.

"I still don't get it. How can you walk in those so effortlessly? Let alone run around?” You asked her, having to refrain from taking your own shoes off and just run around the property barefoot.

It was tempting. Really tempting. Who cares what the rich people back at the party might think?

"Walk in what?" She turned to look up at you from the device in your hand. You frankly had no idea what it did. She usually handled the more complex tech. You can work a normal computer, not those state of the art spy gadgets.

"The heels. You always wear the most impractical shoes, and yet you act like you're just wearing sneakers. Meanwhile, I’m like Bambi on ice." You huffed. You are not pouting.

Definitely not pouting.

“Wow, you managed to go a whole three years without bringing up my shoes again. I'm impressed.” She joked. You glared at her while she laughed in return.

"Practice. And a lot of natural skill." Ada said. She had a slight smile of amusement, a smile that she tended to have with you more often as of late, as she looked from her high heeled feet to yours.

"I think you're nuts. Walking around in red dresses and high heels in all these dangerous situations. It is not comfortable." You complained.

"I'm used to it. Plus, you can really cause some damage with these bad boys." She jokingly high kicked in your direction, a sharp, high heeled foot a few inches away from your face. You lightly swat her foot away.

"Yeah, by potentially breaking an ankle." You joked back, lightly kicking at her other leg in response. The action nearly caused your ankle to roll and make you fall flat on your ass. She quickly reached out to steady you.

You stumbled and huffed once more. “I get it’s your thing, but why make me suffer with you?”

Ada smirked as she let go of your arms once she knew you were balanced. “Flats are a crime against fashion. I’m doing you a favor. Plus, you need more practice.” She went back to studying the small device in her hand as she looked at her surroundings, searching for something.

You raised a brow with arms crossed and grumbled. “You and your stupid fashion sense.”

"Ha! Like you don't like my style." Ada did a little turn as she teased, smirking as your face flushed in response.

You will forever continue to deny that she makes you blush. No matter how obvious it was to her.

You hummed, acting indifferent. "Oh, I love your style. Very femme fatale. Total badass. And you manage to defy the laws of physics while doing it."

"What do you mean?" She tilted her head in confusion, looking at you from the corner of her eye as she still fiddled with the device.

"For one, you somehow manage to sneak around in those shoes without alerting anyone you don't want to of your presence. That alone should be damn near impossible. Yet you still manage to do so without fail and continue to amaze me every single time." You admitted.

"Hmm, flattery. Do go on." She practically purred, slowly walking into your personal space.

You clear your throat, turning to glance away slightly to avoid eye contact. "And that little grappling hook you have should not physically be able to pull you off the ground, let alone let you swing and flip off from it.”

The grappling hook did confuse you. You used to think grappling hooks only worked in comic books. Yet she somehow still made it work. She had let you try it out once for the hell of it. Let’s just say that you nearly landed yourself, and Ada, in the hospital.

She had actually thought that it was absolutely hilarious.

"Are you calling me fat?" She joked, bringing your attention back to the current conversation.

"Pfft, no. Just that you’re out of this world in more ways than one." You lamely attempted to flirt, before rolling your eyes and slapping your palm to your face in regret.

Smooth. Real smooth.

She laughed as she stuck the small device shaped like a bracelet around her wrist. "That was so bad. Cute. But bad."

"I aim to please." You laughed off, masking your embarrassment. She could see right through you, of course.

"You would think with all the time you spend with me you would be better at flirting, Y/n." She teased.

"Now you're just being rude." You crossed your arms in mock offense.

"Awe, don't pout. Being bad at flirting is part of your charm. It's adorable, and oddly flattering." Ada smirked as you felt your cheeks flush once again at her compliment.

"Thanks." Was all you could think to say. Strangely enough, you were only bad at flirting with her. You could fake flirt like a boss to distract all your targets. She and you both knew this, but never chose to comment on it.

“You’re welcome. Now, the goods should be that way. Let’s get it and get out quickly. I’d rather not stick around here much longer.” Ada told you as she began to guide you in the direction she pointed.

“Here” was some sort of charity event being thrown by some rich guy, that you didn’t bother learning the name of, who was loved by most in the media due to his very generous donations to the unfortunate and the poor. That also included donations to those few who survived the Raccoon City incident. On paper, he sounded like a nice man. But of course, said rich man was corrupted and making deals with and against Umbrella behind closed doors. You weren’t even surprised at this point. Over the three years you and Ada have been working together, you found that pretty much everyone with money and power were involved under Umbrella’s very large, well, umbrella. So to speak.

“What did that thing even do?” You asked her, gesturing to the device around her wrist.

“It’s a tracker. A map, sort of. It helps tell me where the files are.” She explained as plainly as she could. You don’t even know if she could give you a more complex, scientific, explanation on how it works. You wouldn’t be surprised if she could.

Even after three years, you didn’t know much about her past before she had started her mercenary work. She claimed that it didn’t matter when you had asked. In her books, the girl before Ada Wong does not exist any longer. Why bring it up again?

You didn’t push for answers. If she didn’t want to talk about it or remember it, then that was her choice. You have no right to force it out of her. You could only theorize that she didn’t have a great childhood. You could relate to a certain degree. With parents that were overbearing yet somehow neglectful at the same time when it came to your choices and feelings on certain topics. Future career? Their choice. Hobbies? Their choice. Clothes you wear? Their choice. You felt more like a puppet to them than a child with the way they ignored your thoughts and feelings throughout your entire childhood.

But you didn’t want to think about it either. Nor did you want to think about all that you lost when Raccoon City went out with a boom. So you understood Ada to a certain extent. Why bring up painful memories? Just makes it all the more difficult to move on from them.

“Have you decided where you want these files to go?” You questioned. She had taken the job from an employee of Umbrella. Not Wesker, someone else.

Wesker had been MIA for three years now and neither you or Ada had heard from the man. None of you were complaining. Especially you. You were not eager to meet the man that had wanted you dead. But not hearing anything from Wesker in so long made you anxious. You knew he was plotting something. What? You didn’t know. Something evil, no doubt.

“Not yet. We can figure that out after we finish this mission.” Ada said. You nodded in agreement.

You took off your heels to make it easier to sneak as you were led back into the building and down the maze of halls, dodging and avoiding any security cameras that were in sight. As you walked deeper into the large building, you noticed that the halls were becoming more heavily secured. Ada quickly dragged you into an office room to avoid the person walking down the hall you were in.

“Alright, looks like the vents are the best way to go.” Ada said as she quickly got to work on opening the vent. As she did so, you moved the office chair to angle under the door handle to keep anybody from getting in.

Ada got the vent unscrewed and quietly placed the cover on the ground and out of the way. She looked back at you as you kept an ear to the door to hear for any oncoming footsteps.

“Y/n. Come on.” Ada gestured you over. She climbed into the vent and you quickly ran across the room, put your shoes back on and climbed in behind her.

“It’s weirdly fun to climb through vents. I thought I’d hate it because it’s such a tight space, but it’s not as bad as I thought.” You muttered to Ada.

“Hmm, sure it’s not because of the view you always get?” Ada hummed as she briefly looked over her shoulder at you.

You scoffed, blushing slightly at the implication. “Bold of you to assume I’m staring at your ass, Ada.”

Ada hummed innocently. “Never said you were staring at my ass. I thought you were staring at my shoes.” She smirked.

You huffed a short laugh. “Bullshit. I know what you were implying.”

“Are you saying I don’t look good from behind?” Ada questioned in mock offense, continuing to lead you forward.

“You fishing for compliments? I don’t think your ego needs it.” You joked.

“Humor me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, Ada, you have a nice backside.”

“Thank you. See, was that so hard?” Ada purred.

“Extremely.” You drawed sarcastically.

You both eventually made it out of the vents and into another room. You glanced around the room and realized it was another office.

“Is this where the files are?” You asked Ada. You expected the office full of confidential Umbrella files to be more secured.

“Of course it is. You still doubt me after all these years?” Ada asked as she walked to one of the file storages.

“No. Not at all. Just thought this mission would be more difficult.”

“Shh, don’t talk like that. We don’t want this mission to be more difficult.” Ada hushed you as she rifled through the files.

“I thought you hated boring missions?” You asked.

Ada goes to respond when the door flew open and you jumped, reaching for the gun held on your thigh holder. You made eye contact with the intruder and your eyes widened in shock.

“Jill?”

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Is that LILY GLADSTONE ? Oh, no, that’s FREYA COBELL, a FORTY-ONE year old PREVIOUS LAWYER; CURRENT UNEMPLOYED FRIEND ON A TUESDAY who uses THEY/THEM pronouns. They currently live in CASABLANCA, and the character they identify with most is VAN PALMER FROM YELLOWJACKETS. Hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

BASICS:

full name: freya sequoia cobell nickname(s): frey age: forty-one gender: non-binary pronouns: they/them sexuality: lesbian date & place of birth: january 24th in blackfeet nation in browning, montana occupation: previous lawyer. currently between jobs (they are so unemployed) faceclaim: lily gladstone piercings: pierced ears traits: adaptable, laidback, flippant, particular, unyielding similar to: van palmer (yellowjackets), dean winchester (supernatural), janis ian (mean girls), ferris bueller (ferris bueller's day off) aesthetics: clay caked under your nails, flannel jackets, baseball played with your childhood friends at dusk, big dogs that look like they have more bite than bark, and the bitter discomfort that comes with the inevitable passing of time.

* mun is not indigenous & while i'm researching, please let me know if anything is wrong or off and i will correct it !

BULLET POINTS:

– born to a loving family on the blackfeet indian reservation in browning, montana. was never particularly wealthy but what their family did have was a lot of love and devotion, and they were always raised to know that they had the full support of their parents – this meant that they're decently well-adjusted. never really one to stress, freya's got a true 'type b' personality. – they discovered their love for art young, and had been sculpting pretty much since their fine motor skills kicked in. art of any kind attracted them, but sculpting especially – eventually decided they wanted to see the world and got a one way ticket to london for college. with their family's support (and sadness), they left the reservation for art school – met their spouse (rania <3) in college after a few flings and fell in love immediately – what was initially a fling turned into a whirlwind romance and of course freya was down Bad – as soon as they started taking the relationship seriously they knew they had to get their shit into gear because sculpting wasn't going to pay the bills – put their big thirl panties on and got into law; was wicked good at what they did, but their heart was never in it. still, they knew they didn't want to go back to the states (as much as they missed their family), so they got a job in chile instead, still wanting to see the world – unforchie law burned them out despite the fact that they were good at it and they quit, hoping to pursue their craft full time – currently is going through a bit of a rough patch with rania since quitting their job </3 they had a lot in savings and rania supported them after seeing how miserable they were, but it's ... rough. they're trying – kind of having a midlife crisis ? in a way ? – still loves their children and their wife don't get it twisted. their family is their lifeline n main priority always

HEADCANONS:

— really chill. used to be kind of a stoner, now takes edible gummies to sleep ( i love you old people <3 ). still really go with the flow – gives fucking awesome advice – neurodivergent as hell ... chill unless their very specific ways of living are disrupted and they're like woah? – played softball as a kid – very much the yin to rania's yang – still calls with their family daily, facetimes often – has a pretty good amount of tattoos, including two for their kids – likes to birdwatch and play chess in the park – will add more here as i think :D

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

— children they are adopting ( or ones that realize they give good advice and are like hi :p )

– does anyone want to birdwatch with them

– someone get them a job omfg please

– fellow artists!

– erm check back soon

#valpohqintro #babythirl incoming

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abbatoirablaze · 4 months

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Everything, Sebastian Stan

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Sebastian stared angrily at his co-star, his jaw ticking as he watched him with her. Rage coursed through his veins as he put his hand on her lower back.

While he wanted to get up from his spot at the bar and walk over to the man, only to punch him in the face, he tried to keep his cool, instead taking a long drag from his beer.

He winced at the warmth of it.

He’d been sitting there watching her for far too long.

Was waiting like some weirdo in the shadows while she mingled.

“And you’re sure you want this one?” his manager asked, half paying attention to the star. Sebastian nodded, looking at the glamor shot. You were tastefully dressed, yes, but it was a boudoir photo, one that was driving him wild. His manager nodded, returning to the phone call, and shuffled the photos together, placing the chosen one on top, “give me one minute, Max. I got a client in here, and he’s picking a girl from the agency. Yeah, yeah. I know.”

Sebastian tried to keep a poker face as he fought the annoyance at his manager.

Why did he have to take the call during his appointment?

“Sebastian…when do you want her?”

“As soon as possible.” The manager nodded and wrote something down on a notepad, before tucking the photos away into an envelope, “I’ll make the call after I get off the phone with Max, yeah?”

Sebastian sucked in his cheeks and nodded, getting up from his spot, “alright. I have an audition to get to across town, so give me a call when you get the confirmation. I have a Christmas party with NBC and I want her at my side.”

“She will be, don’t worry.”

“Sebastian…”

He felt his heart skip a beat as he looked up from his drink at the bar. You were smiling sweetly at him as you wrapped your arm around his waist and leaned into him, “you okay honey?”

How long had he zoned out?

“Yeah,” he nodded, offering you a simple smile as he turned to envelope you in his arms, “didn’t want to bug you while you were making friends.”

You could hear the tinge of jealousy in his voice and your brow rose, “Sebastian…”

“You know me too well, honey,” he chuckled, “why you back over here with me, huh? You looked like you were having fun!”

“Yeah? Well maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you,” you whispered into his side. He noticed you inhaling deeply and he smiled at the thought that his scent was calming you down. He knew that despite your job, you hated to be around too many people for too long, so he found himself loving the fact that he was becoming your security blanket. He lived for how you nuzzled your way into his side, snuggling up to him, “you’ve been hiding out by the bar for a while now…

“You’ve been hiding out at the bar all night, Stan.”

“Yeah, well Ed got me the wrong girl,” he grumbled angrily, watching as his date was giggling and flirting with his other co-stars, rubbing shoulders so to speak to sleep her way up the ladder, “remind me to fire that useless ass in the morning.”

“Your manager or the girl?” his friend teased.

Sebastian scowled, “Who do you think, Chace?”

“Will do,” Chace chuckled, clapping his friend on the shoulder, “so which one did you want?”

“Number twenty-seven,” he said simply. A smile lit up his face as he dreamily thought of that shot. Everything about the photo of you set off fireworks in his mind, “I’m telling you…she’s not just any girl either. That woman is my future wife.”

“Whatever you say, brother,” he laughed, “so you have her number memorized? Does this mean I shouldn’t pick her when I look at the photos tomorrow? My manager is hooking me up with the company for another date to a Gossip Girl party I have going on and they couldn’t squeeze me in on time for this one.”

“You pick her and you’re no longer my brother!” Sebastian joked.

“Yeah…that so?”

Sebastian smirked, “it’s a fact. I’m hoping that I can get ahold of the agency in the morning and explain Ed’s mistake…hopefully they can send her over for tomorrow. I’ve got a ‘party’ for Marvel…”

“You’re not cast in anything for them, are you?”

“Not yet,” he shrugged, “a few agents called…said that they’re looking for a bunch of guys for a few long-term projects. I guess I made the cut for their first round short lists.”

“Lucky,” Chace chuckled, “I can’t even get them to look at me for a superhero role. All they see is Gossip Girl.”

“Baby?” His eyes snapped to yours as he drifted back from another memory, “you okay? You’re zoning out a lot, tonight.”

“Just thinking…” he admitted softly.

“Ohh, anything in particular,” You teased as your fingers drifted up his toned chest, “what’s on your mind?”

“Thinking about how we ended up together.” He replied thoughtfully, lifting your hand to his lips only to kiss each individual knuckle, “just thinking about how that almost didn’t happen…how I almost missed out on you!”

“You mean, how you stole me away from Evans?”

“This is my girlfriend, (Y/N).”

“Pleased to meet you!” you smiled sweetly, shaking hands with a few other perspective superheroes as you indulged the mixer.

Sebastian was pissed.

He’d gotten ahold of the agency.

But when he’d asked for you, he’d been told that you had already entered into a contract with another star. When he tried to press them for a name, stating that he’d been the first one to turn in his paperwork, they reminded him that he’d chosen a different girl, chalking his comments up to no chemistry, and not the manager’s error.

But when he saw you walk in on Chris Evans’ arm, he felt his heart plummet.

Chris was fresh off of two Marvel movies, playing Johnny Storm in the Fantastic Four. He knew that Evans had more star power than he did, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to get you even if he tried.

But then he saw the glimmer in your eye as Chris introduced everyone to you. And he felt the emotions. It was like some cheesy romantic comedy where everything slowed down, and it was like the two of you were the only ones in the room.

No one else mattered.

He shook your hand, just like everyone else, but both you and himself held some secret smile as the sparks flew between you.

“Sebastian…”

You felt your throat go dry as you merely nodded along, hoping that the star wouldn’t see through your charade.

“Nice to meet you!”

“You’re Chris’ girlfriend?” he asked, hinting subtly that he knew of something. But you gave him a polite smile and nodded. Sebastian’s gaze never wavered from you, “how long have the two of you been together?”

“Few months, right?” Evans lied.

You gave another sweet, albeit fake nod, but agreed with him, “feels like just yesterday we stumbled across each other while jogging.”

Another thing he knew that you hated.

“I remember you saying you two ran into each other, jogging.”

You frowned, remembering the night, “we didn’t really have a lot of time to dig into a backstory…and we didn’t think that someone would ask so many questions about our ‘relationship.’ Little did I know you were interested in me before he was.”

Sebastian smiled as he leaned down and kissed you softly.

He had seen right through you that night.

In an instant.

“You’re from the agency.”

You spun around so quickly, you nearly stumbled. But Sebastian was quick to catch you in his arms.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, and his arms wrapped low around your waist.

“S-Sebastian…” you whimpered softly, surprised at the man sneaking up on you in the powder room, “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“I tried calling again after that Marvel first round mixer,” he answered honestly, “said I knew Evans had you…I’ve been trying to see you again since then.”

“Sebastian-“

“Tell me that the kiss meant nothing that night,” he said quickly, his eyes searching yours, “tell me that when we snuck away from everyone and danced under the stars that it meant nothing…tell me that the kiss meant nothing and I’ll ju-“

“It meant everything…”

“It meant everything,” you whispered softly, knowing those three words would affect him even years after the first meeting, “you still mean everything to me…”

“Me,” he replied gently, his hand pulling away from your waist to rest lightly on your stomach, “and the baby?”

“Of course…and Noel will be here soon enough,” you reminded him, giving him a sweet look, “our little girl is due any day now…”

“And I couldn’t be happier!”

“I love you, Sebastian!”

“I love you too, (Y/N!)”

#25 days of christmas #everything #sebastian stan #one shot #1 shot

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Okay but that jj fix had me crying(the one with cancer)

My mascara smudged

Anyways

Am I allowed to request a Jonathan Byers x fiance/wife reader🥹

I only see gf/bf ones out there and I just love him sm

Where reader gets nightmares(never had had a good dream before) and she can't wake up from them so in the morning when she does wake up she wakes up in a cold sweat?

This is literally me and I never see shit like this on Tumblr or Wattpad so it's be nice to have me some comfort🥹

Jonathan like comforts her and calls all the kids and like Steve, and Nancy to come over and they all have this huge sleepover. They make a huge tent inside their house with blankets(reader and Jonathan live alone)

And they all sleep in there (ofc Jonathan and reader sleep next to each other)

And she wakes up super late and when she wakes up, Jonathan is still by her side and the kids have gone home by then and they just cuddle away because she finally had a good dream

She just talks about it all day and he's just so happy and he's smiling the entire time

IS IT TOO MUCH? you honestly done have to write this because of how long it is. I just write a little then more comes to my head and I write more🥹

I am so sorry the JJ fic made you cry. It really was an emotional thing to write. This request is literally the cutest thing ever though so hopefully, it can make you feel better. <3

Peaceful - Jonathan Byers

"I won't forget the feeling of staying up with you, despite the space between us. I've never felt this close to someone, what if you're my weakness?" - Gracie Abrams

You were Jonathan Byers' pride and joy, and the day he asked you to marry him, he was so worried you would turn him down. The thought of it raged around his head and left him scared beyond measure, but when he finally got around to asking, you'd said yes. You said yes, with tears streaming down your cheeks as joy consumed you both, and all seemed well between you. And it was, but even then, with everything going right in your life, you still had the nightmares. They plagued you, an inescapable thing that chased you at all hours of the night, and no matter how hard Jonathan would try, he could never wake you. They scared him half to death sometimes, when you would cry out or call his name in such a desperate tone whilst trapped within sleep. You were frightened by them more so, and every morning, you would wake with the memory of just how horrible your night had been. Jonathan would always be beside you when you awoke, even if it made him late for work to do so. He loved you far more than he loved his job and didn't care for keeping it if it meant he had to leave you alone in some of your most vulnerable moments.

But it was one night's bad dream in particular that left you shaking when you the morning came. It was horrible and recalling it when you shot upright, a cold sweat dampening the sheets beneath you, almost made you cry. Your breathing was shallow as you sat up in your bed and when Jonathan pulled you into his arms you didn't protest. You knew it was him without a doubt, the feeling of him near you unmatched by anything else, and as he embraced you, you found it just that bit harder not to break down. You'd dreamt that Jonathan had been taken, a Demogorgon dragging him into the upside down whilst you were left to scream after him, unable to move. You were stuck in one place, paralyzed and watching the scene unfold, and it was by far one of the worst night terrors you'd ever had. And with Jonathan holding you now, the thought of losing him became all the more terrifying than it was before.

That was what made you cry. You did it silently, tears falling from your eyes as your breath caught in your throat, and Jonathan kept you close, holding you throughout it all and whispering sweet words, anything he could, to calm you down. It worked eventually, and when you parted from him, you could see the concern in his eyes. He loved you too much to watch you suffer like this, and with every bad dream you had, his heart ached further. But today was Jonathan's day off, and he'd be damned if he wouldn't create a masterful plan to make you feel better.

And that is how Jonathan ended up calling his little brother Will, planning out something that just might make your nightmares go away. Will was all in with the idea and grouped the rest of the party together whilst Jonathan got into contact with the others around your age. He called Steve, Nancy, and Robin one at a time, and broached the idea to each of them, and when they heard what had been going on, they were more than happy to help.

You'd gone shopping for the afternoon, gathering up some essential items for your near-empty new house that you shared with Jonathan, and when you got back, you were beyond surprised to see what was behind the door. Inside your home were a bunch of smiling faces, all with their own pillows and blankets ready to spend the night. It startled you, but when Jonathan approached, planting a sweet kiss on your cheek, everything felt that much better.

"They're all spending the night, I figured a little fun and some company might take your mind off things." He wraps an arm around you, pulling you into a hug as the others set up their things, and you nod into his chest, so grateful for the setting before you.

It's more fun than you ever thought it could be, and Jonathan pulled out all the stops when it came to the extraordinary sleepover. It was almost possible to believe that he'd stolen every blanket and pillow from the town of Hawkins, your house full of them as everyone participated in making the biggest blanket fort known to man. Dustin insists that he be the head architect, instructing everyone on how to correctly place the pillows for the best structural integrity, all the while Max and Lucas bully him for taking such a thing so seriously. Nancy puts herself in charge of making snacks, disappearing off into the kitchen without a second thought despite your protests for her company, and when she returns, she has two batches of chocolate chip cookies ready and warm for everyone to eat. That's the snack break everyone takes before heading back into the intense building process of the fort, where Robin decides that fairy lights are nessacary to complete the masterpiece. She's right about it, too, because when you've strung them up all around, it truly is perfect.

"You know, if you'd all listened to my instructions, we could have made the pillow chimney work." It's Dustin, still critiquing the blanket house despite its beauty. His comment makes you laugh, even more so when Max replies, the girl curled up between the legs of her boyfriend, Lucas.

"I swear to god Dustin if you ruin our fort unveiling with your stupid comments, I will cut you." The redhead looks deadly serious, though you think she's too comfortable with Lucas to actually move. It shuts Dustin up anyway, and you get comfortable beside Jonathan, curling up in the blankets that are left over from the fort as the night draws nearer. The fairy lights glow brighter as the sky outside darkens and it is something so beautiful that you aren't afraid to close your eyes. So, as the others gather around, prepping for sleep in the giant fort themselves, you let your eyelids slip shut, head on Jonathan's chest as you listen to his gentle breaths. It's peaceful for the first time in months, and as you drift off you think that nothing can feel better.

When you wake up, though, you realize there is something that can be. That night, the night of the great sleepover, pillow fort fiasco, you had a dream. A good one that had you opening your eyes in the morning without the fear of the previous night's events. It was so startling to you that once you fully gathered your bearings, you shot upright as though you had, in fact, had one of your common nightmares. Jonathan sits up as soon as you do, grasping your shoulders in concern, only for you to turn to him with one of the widest smiles he's ever seen grace your lips.

"You okay, baby?" he gives your shoulders a squeeze, but seeing you happy warms him deep inside. He smiles too, the expression slowly growing when you speak.

"I had a dream, a good one." It seems so impossible, but there you are awake after a good night's sleep. A really good night's sleep. It amazes you but you're beyond happy, and the pleasant emotions that run through your veins as you recall what you can about the dream are such a foreign feeling, but you love the way it does feel, and you never want it to stop.

"That's so great," Jonathan pulls you into him, and you hug him just like you have a thousand times before on mornings like this, except this time everything is perfect, you're happy, and you're comfortable.

"Wait, where are the others?" Your eyes drift to the wide empty space of the fort you're in, free of all your other friends. There's a breathy laugh released from Jonathan as he holds you close, mumbling against your hair.

"You slept for a while, honey. They all went home."

"Oh," The word leaves you softly before you realize what a good night you had, and your mood picks up once more. You shuffle around in Jonathan's embrace, kneeling in front of him as you hold his hands in yours. "My dream was so sweet, you were there and so were the kids and your mom too—" and just like that you're off, rambling on about the first good dream you've had in far too long. You think about it for the rest of the day too, and when you and Jonathan go to get lunch, you bring it up again. You just can't believe it happened, and Jonathan can't either, his cheeks aching from the smile he's held for the remainder of the day. He's never seen you this happy and content with the night you'd had, and it brings him a sense of peace that there's a chance you could have many more nights like it in the future.

He's in awe of the smile you carry and the way you cling to him with such joy as you walk through the streets of Hawkins. He loves the way you're so excited to sleep again, in the hopes you'll have another dream with him in it, and can't help but stop in the street just to kiss you. Because he needs to show you in some way just how happy he is that you are happy too, and kissing you is the best way he knows how. You don't object to the affection, and it's no surprise that this is one of the best days you've ever had. You hope for many more like it.

GENERAL TAGLIST: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreadss @hiya-itsamber @s00buwu

STRANGER THINGS TAGLIST: @buckys2thicc @browneyes528

JONATHAN BYERS TAGLIST:

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Weekly Roundup: 21st April - 28th April

Did we all have a good week? Mine was much better, so hopefully yours was too. You alll deserve the best of weeks ever <3

I only worte 10,844 words this week, but with that I have 3 fics written and posted. and one has the biggest treat possible. Check out this art by @hobbityalse for the TSF fest and give them all the love they (And Thorin, Bilob, FIli, Kili and Frodo deserve)

So, on to recs:

Makes the Whole World Blind - Chrononautical - The Hobbit (Bagignshield, I love when they are feral for one another)

Summary: Bilbo Baggins has been kidnapped. Thorin Oakenshield considers a proportional response.

Nori Needs a Burglar - SunnyRose - The Hobbit @sunnyrosewritesstuff (Bagginshield, this is so clever and Bilbo getting caught in shennanigans accidently is *chef'f kiss*)

Summary: In charge of distracting Bilbo from their party plans, Nori tells the hobbit about a problem they've been having in the treasury. Of course, Bilbo being Bilbo, he managed to stumble upon a conspiracy against the Crown.

Unbreakable - Fantasyinallforms - The Hobbit @fantasyinallforms (Bagginshield, ngl, im not usually fond of the sex pollen trope as a personal prefrence, but this one is done so well and its all about the feels, its wonderfuly written)

Summary: Bilbo and Thorin are captured coming back from a diplomatic mission to the elf king's halls. Their captures have no intention of killing the great Thorin Oakenshield outright; instead, they seek to break him and attempt to use Bilbo to do it.

Bruises on the Heart - thehufflepuffhobbit - The Hobbit (Bagginshield, oblivious idiots, i'm looking at you Thorin, is always such a delicious plotline)

Summary: 5 times Thorin noticed his soulmate’s bruises and 1 time he gave them one.

With a tie not easy to break - MiraHerondale - The Hobbit (Bagginshied woth alternate first meeting, this amount of sweetness isnt good for my heart)

Summary:

“Finally”, said the hobbit, frowning despite his rushing heart. “I was worried.”

The smial was deadly silent behind him, which was surprising, considering how loud the dwarfs had been moments prior. Yet he refused to turn around and check.

“Worried? I thought we were angry.”

Fic for Thauc with the prompts "Bilbo and Thorin met before the Quest, fell in love and got married (in secret or not). How does that affect the Quest?" and "Thorin and Bilbo having an awkward and terrible hookup in Bree several months before the quest and then meeting at the quest."

Clue-finder - TheGrayKnight - The Hobbit (Bagginshield, Bilob being accidently BAMF is brillaint)

Summary: Bilbo originally asked to meet with Balin to discuss what he could do to help restore Erebor. He had no idea Balin would turn it around and talk about dwarven courting customs.

Huh, it ended up being all Bagignshield this week. Not that thats a bad thign of course, hopefully at least one person finds something to read <3

Fili and Kili are the highlight of Thorin's life. Everyhting he does is so they and the other Ereborians can have a better life.

Now on to mine.

Everything I need is in this Armchair (Bagginshield, but Thorin-centric, I was honoured to be able to work with HobbityAlse and please check out their stunning artwork above)

Summary:

Dis is confused. Thorin should be happy, he is back in Erebor, his heirs are well. He has everything he ever wanted, right?

His whole life is shaken when they are stolen by slaver.

Sincerely, the Broken Hearted (Past Bagginshield, mind the tags, sad, MCD)

Summary:

So why is Dis' brother sad? As a younger sister it is her job to find out and help him if she can.

Back to the start, but this time together (Wolfstar, prompt #250 of @flashfictionfridayofficial, feel free to search the other writers works, its always amazing to see what direction and fandom people go in with the same prompt imo)

Summary: The occupents of Grimmauld Place are rushing to catch the Hogwarts Express. Its time to take a new trip on the train that hearlded so many changes in all their lives. This time they are going to catch it together.

#weekly roundup #my fics #fic recs #Share the fics #Bagginshield #The Hobit #sirius/remus #harry potter

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Trek prompt: Scotty vs. the kittens! Somehow they wound up in Engineering and no one is claiming responsibility.

How very dare you. (Responsibility is claimed, but there is a kitten involved.)

Anyway, this takes place in early 2256, so well after where the series is on AO3. A note for anyone else reading: AotW was plotted long, long before Discovery or Strange New Worlds came out, so it doesn't fit the new stuff. But it does fit the old stuff!

It figured that the first real challenge to his new posting as Chief Engineer of the Enterprise had absolutely nothing to do with engineering.

Scotty was only beginning to get used to his promotion and appointment; it was just a week old now, and he still occasionally had to huff a breath out that fell somewhere between wondering laughter and actual anxiety.

But despite the fact he felt a wee bit like someone had lobbed a brick at his head and he was reeling around dazed in the aftermath, he knew he at least looked mostly like he was handling the huge shift his life had undergone when Captain Pike had handed him his letters and the astronomical responsibility that came with them. And it helped that he could go home -- Earth-home -- every night and find refuge with his family and the slower, more gentle pace of life in Midcoast Maine; it was awkward, yet, learning how to leave work at work, but having a niece and nephew to dote on went a long way towards it.

Any which way, he thought he was doing a fair job of seeming to be properly put together, at least until one of his temporary techs meowed at him.

The tech froze, back to him; Scotty's head went over to the side slowly, as he tried to figure out how he was supposed to react to that. Except maybe to tell the lad that he was a fine mimic, anyway; he did sound just like a kitten.

He went to open his mouth to say something -- hoping the words would leap into existence when he didn't actually know what they would be -- when the tech turned around with a resigned look and slumping shoulders. "Uh-- I can explain, Chief, I swear, I just--"

"Collins, is that a cat?" There was an orange fluffball in the lad's collar, against his neck; either it was a cat, if a very small one, or he had the kind of growth that would have Xenobiology quarantining the whole lot of them.

Collins winced. "Sir, I know we're not supposed to bring animals aboard, but I thought-- we're in the Fleet Yards, so it's not like we're out in open space, and she was out in the rain and her mother wasn't anywhere, so I thought maybe I would bring her just long enough to wait for my lunch break and then call somebody about taking her in, I mean, I have my PADD set to scan for any lost pet advisories from Chicago, and--"

Scotty was waiting for the kid to faint; Collins didn't take a single breath as he dumped that whole bucket of words out. But when it became clear that poor Collins was just going to keep going, he spoke up, holding a hand up to hopefully stall any more, "Calm down. I'm not about to go bringin' ye up on charges over a kitten, Collins." Especially given his own record. "Just--" Well, just what? he asked himself. "D'ye have a plan for if she doesn't have anyone lookin' for her?"

Collins cleared his throat, looking thoroughly abashed. "--no, sir. My roommate would probably kill me if I brought her home. And my parents already have dogs, and my grandmother has birds-- and-- well, maybe there's some kind of organization--?"

Scotty somehow managed not to start rubbing the bridge of his nose; he wasn't sure whether he was more exasperated or more amused yet. "All right. All right, stop what ye're doin', and look into it. And we'll see if we can't solve this before the end o' the day, aye?"

"Oh." Collins breathed out in clear relief. "Yessir. Uh-- d'you wanna hold her maybe?" he asked, extricating the fuzz from his collar -- which gave a tiny protesting meow -- before holding her out.

"That-- would be a very bad idea," Scotty said, except by the time he had those words out of his mouth, he also had the kitten in hand. Oh no, he thought, shaking his head to himself as Collins ran to get his PADD.

"Well, now what?" he asked the fluffball.

The kitten made to climb up his shirt in answer.

"Chief--" Captain Pike's eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed, and he leaned forward a little from where he was clearly behind his desk, expression openly baffled. "--where did you...?"

Scotty bit down a sigh, knowing full well he was blushing and unable to do a single damn thing about it. "One o' my techs found her on the way to work, Captain. I'm not quite sure how he got her past the transporter operator in Chicago, though. But I swear, she'll be off the ship by the end o' the dayshift."

The fact that the kitten was perched on his shoulder probably made for a surreal image. Pike certainly seemed amused by it, anyway. "I see. Well, I was going to ask if you had time to go over the phase three schedule, but-- clearly you have enough on your shoulders right now. I'll leave you to it."

There was the distinctive snap of a screen capture being taken, but by the time Scotty opened his mouth to protest about it and that really awful joke -- which would have been bold, aye, but necessary -- Pike had already cut the connection, though not before the first note of laughter sounded through the comm.

The kitten was purring up a storm in his ear, even as he rubbed over his face with a groan.

Thankfully, the little thing slept through most of the rest of the shift, curled up in a nest he made out of his civilian coat.

Unfortunately, they hadn't actually come up with any real plan for what to do with her.

And also unfortunately, he had to field eight different calls or notes from other senior staff members, which was especially difficult because he was still wrapping his brain around the fact he was one of them now.

And all of whom now had a picture of him playing cat-perch, no less.

"I can't just take her and put her back, Chief," Collins said, all but wringing his hands as he paced back and forth in front of Scotty's desk.

"No, that ye can't." And they were running out of both time and options.

Animal welfare laws and and strict control of the companion animal population meant that the need for rescue organizations was nearly non-existent; strays were almost completely unheard of, and on the incredibly rare occasion there was a stray that wasn't chipped and registered, it usually was rehomed quickly.

But-- no one was missing a kitten in Chicago, and no one was looking for her, and somehow she had come into existence despite all of the laws in place that would otherwise normally prevent such a thing.

Which meant that she needed somewhere to go.

"What do we do?" Collins asked, stopping his pacing -- thank everything, his pacing nearly had Scotty getting up to do the same -- and looking somehow both exhausted and pleading.

Well, it was an engineer's job to solve problems. Even, apparently, problems like these.

Scotty looked at the orange fluffball as she stretched, then yawned, then peered at them with eyes that hadn't even changed color from blue yet, and finally gave into that several-hours-old urge to rub at the bridge of his nose as he answered, "Well, ye're gonna go clean up her temporary litter box and get squared away, and I'm gonna call around and see about findin' her a home. At least until or unless someone in Chicago puts out a notice."

Collins practically melted to the floor in relief. "Thank you, sir," he said, and then he was out the door in a blur of gray boiler suit, probably so he could disappear before Scotty could change his mind.

"Corrigan here."

"So, I have this dilemma--" Scotty started, without any preamble, at least until the dilemma decided to meow, a little on the shrill side, no doubt hungry, especially now that the galley was shut down for the day and no more fish paste could be, uh-- repurposed into kitten food.

Corry's voice was both awed and rushed. "--oh my god, where did you get a cat? Is it a kitten. Tell me it's a kitten?"

Well, that didn't sound like a bad response. Scotty knew Cor had a couple cats when he was younger, but at least for the past fourteen years, the family hadn't had any pets. "Aye, it's a kitten. One o' my techs found her, felt bad for her and then brought her aboard. I know Allie and Aaron aren't old enough for pets, but d'ye think Mom and Dad--?" he asked, wincing despite the fact that it couldn't be seen.

"We'll figure something out, just bring her home. I'll stop and grab some stuff, and I'll have Mom and Dad meet us in Augusta, and we can take her back home and see, and oh man, it's been a long time since we've had cats, our last one was twenty-one when he died and then I shipped off to Basic and we just never really had a chance to have another one--"

"--right," Scotty said quietly, pretty much entirely to himself, sinking deeper into his chair in relief as his brother kept on chattering about the Corrigan cats of yore, with a headshake and a grin.

Problem solved, then.

Ten minutes -- and three stories about cat antics -- later, he picked up the kitten and held her against his chest as he headed out the door.

"Don't worry," he told her, "they're really good at takin' in strays."

(She may not have understood, but she had a home by the end of the night, one former stray brought there by another.)

#scotty #arc of the wolf #actual fluff

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January 16, 2022

All weekend Leo and I spent time chatting with each other. Whether it was text or over the phone, we’re just getting super close. Currently I am very content with being friends, although the irrational part of my brain wants it be more. I dont know what to do! It’s weird.

I guess some important backstory on my own life: I broke up with my ex-boyfriend of almost a year in September and the breakup went terribly. My boundaries were pushed beyond reparation and I am quite frankly scared to date again. This ex and I had been friends for about 5 years before the relationship and I didn’t really recognize that our friendship was so one sided until he confessed to me. And I thought I’d give being in a relationship with him a try - he was moderately attractive and we had good chemistry, why not? But it became incredibly clear to me once we started dating that our platonic chemistry, no matter how strong, did not translate well into romantic chemistry. We bickered constantly over school and work: we worked at the same retail job, myself at a slightly higher level, and I was attending university while he was working full time.

My academic ambitions are great, and my work ethic is stellar. I work part time on the weekends and I attend university full time. I am an incredibly artistic person and a hard worker (majority of the time). This clashed with his laid-back personality and relaxed work ethic, and his lack of clarity on what he wants to do in life. It wasn’t so much the lack of clarity that was bothering me, but more so the lack of motivation to do anything about it. Personally, I would find some fun in not knowing exactly what to do. I could take a first year course in everything that interests me and I could figure it out from there! That would be so fun. But he didn’t want to do that, he didn’t really want to go to uni in the first place.

I bring up all of that backstory because Leo also doesn’t have stellar academic ethic. Despite my best attempts, he does not show up to class often (although its only the second week back… hopefully he’ll get better), and he really does the bare minimum to pass. With Leo I think there’s something else holding him back - I know for a fact his ADHD doesn’t help - that he perhaps has not revealed to me. That I understand. What gives me some hope for him is that he’s incredibly motivated to be great at his instrument. He’s an incredible bass player. More skilled than I will ever be, mostly because that is where I am not motivated. If we were to combine our brains, we would be such a force to be reckoned with (that or depressed with no motivation).

My brain is at war with itself. On one hand, he’s a wonderful person: he’s kind, intelligent, thoughtful, artistic and very handsome, but on the other, his tardiness or lack of effort entirely to show up to class is such a turn off. Maybe it will change once we’re out of the pressure cooker that it university? Maybe he’s the right person at the wrong time? I don’t know. But what I DO know is that he’s ‘willing to see what happens once we’re in better places in our lives’ in terms of becoming partners… So I guess the feeling is mutual?

Ah. I will probably have more feelings about this soon. Let it be known, this tumblr will be hearing about it.

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yandere-plague · 2 years

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if you do decide to write for the wolf among us 📮 how about bigby crushing on a low level criminal in the area? like maybe hes determined to make them change for the good, or keep them in line 👀👀

GET OUT OF MY HEAD GET OUT OF MY HEAD amogus

Apologies for the wait, hopefully this is good :)

(Yandere Bigby)

(General headcannons + Oneshot)

You're a fucking what?

Oh come on! Thievery? Honestly he doesn't even know why he's attracted to you in the first place.

All that he knows is that he wants you safe.

He'll try and 'fix' you, making you be some sort of his assistant. Forcing you to be with him most of the time to 'do your job' and to be with him, such a coincidence huh.

(Basically you are with him so long that you literally have no time to steal)

Sorry this is bad I had ideas that I forgor-

Bonus oneshot hell yeah!

This place is a real shit-show. Prostitution, thievery, garbage (literally), murder and so much more I could go on and on...

Anyone who isn't a 'famous' Fables character is considered an outsider who lives in the shadows of Fabletown.

Not as if we have a choice really. The famous just keep on living the riches while us just carry on living the fairytale life, so to speak.

It gets to the point that any mistake, even the rich, can make you instantly drop to the bottom.

Like for example, The Little Mermaid. She's a stripper now.

But one guy is definitely hanging by a thread, or should I say... claw.

The Trip Trap bar, one of the last places not totally corrupt. Sure the people in there are dodgy as shit but who hasn't committed a fair share of crimes.

We have a deputy sherif. Calls himself Bigby or whatever. The asshole only seems to care about the 'rich' like himself rather than literally anyone else not matter how long you report it for.

The clacking of boots snapped me out of my daze, I turned towards the door.

Oh. How fucking cliché, its the Big Bad Wolf himself.

I rolled my eyes and stared back at my drink.

What the hell is he doing here, shouldn't he be solving "important" crimes?

He walked up to the counter as Holly glared holes into him.

"Just give me a (whatever the fuck drink) please, I'm not looking for any trouble." He sat next to me, I mean, the bar is small. But there are plenty seats anywhere else...

"You drink that shit too?" I muffled a laugh, looking at him as I downed the rest of it. Normally I'd stay silent or make a witty comment. But im either wasted or tired.

He chucked, looking towards me.

"I don't, but I needed to get your attention somehow." He grinned, his human teeth despite being hidden behind the Glamor, still looks peculiar.

The smile on my face faded as nervous-ness clouded in, why does he want to see me? I could have sworn I kept a low profile, only stealing during the day while people were at work ect ect.

"For what?" I reach into my pocket and feel my Glamor, It was a habit.

I'm surprised how he didn't move an inch even after I shoved my hand in my pocket.

"You know exactly why I'm here." He took a sip of his drink, grimacing.

"Maybe, that depends on what's going to happen. Sherif." I decided to be cocky, why not.

"You wanna bother my customers? Then get the hell out." Holly finally spoke up, thank god.

"We're just having a talk, arn't we?" He glanced at me and did a forced smile.

"Lets talk. Outside." I gritted my teeth, I wanted to kill him, but I didn't want to start drama all over again.

"Alright." We stood up, I walked towards the door, glaring back and noticing him folding out invisible wrinkles in his clothes.

I raised an eyebrow "what the hell are you doing? Delaying this is going to piss me off more Bigby."

He walked passed me, not saying a word and opening the door, gesturing me to go first.

"Like a proper gentleman!" I mocked rolling my eyes, the humor making the situation a bit lighter than it is.

We got outside, the sky bright orange which was surprising. What time is it?

"So..."

I leaned against the wall, glaring at him.

"Why do this?" He shrugged, being honest.

Isn't it obvious? Dickhead.

"Fuck, Bigby! It was either stealing or being sent to the Farm! You have no idea how hard it is to afford a glamor-"

He pushed me to the floor, digging his 'fingers' into me.

"Listen here, thievery is for low lives, cowards. You got a Glamor now. You can STOP."

"Oh? So stealing to get a Glamor is okay?"

"Ugh, you know what I mean."

"No, I really don't."

His claws wrapped around my neck, my Glamor thankfully hitting the floor. Breaking instantly.

My body glowed a bright green, feeling my body morph instantly.

I strained and scratched at his hands, I felt alot stronger.

I feel lightheaded, no no no! This can't be happening! Its impossible!

My eyes fell heavy, keeping them up is getting hard, this can't be it! I can't die like this!

His claws now holding me up, he suddenly let go, a glint of something shiny appeared in his hand.

I dropped to the floor gasping for breath, my heart beating like it was a single line.

I felt myself being dragged up, my vision clearing a little to view the thing in his hand. Handcuffs! my right hand being handcuffed, the other side being locked somewhere else, probably to him?

He suddenly let go of me, I stumbled to stand up.

He sighed, picking up my now broken Glamor on the floor.

"Stealing for the Glamor was wrong I know, I'm willing to turn a blind eye for that. But I am arresting you for stealing possessions afterwards."

He fumbled with the Glamor, is he trying to fix it?

I stayed silent, not wanting to even look at him.

He was not making sense today...

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Hiii 💓 i just read the latest update of watercolor and i was going to leave some of my comments under the update but since i had so much to say i thought i should send you an ask again lol 🥲

but wow okay!!! first of all this update was too much fun to read as always! I am still so happy that you decided to write this part of the story out because it gave us so much more detail not only about what happened during that night but also about how hyunjin + yn are feeling 😗

while i read through this i was thinking of how you do such an amazing job at portraying the confusion that hyunjin is really feeling. we don’t fully know what’s going on in his heart or his mind but that’s the whole point because he doesn’t understand it himself! he doesn’t know how he feels and that’s why he acts so irrationally… and i think you’re doing a great job at bringing those feelings of confusion to life. Hyunjin is all over the place rn and while he may be frustrating to some i find him to be soo fun to read haha. through his actions you can still get the idea of how he’s feeling though and i can’t wait for him to start coming to terms with his feelings.

i am so glad yn is letting herself have fun once in a while despite her feelings for hyunjin! my girl deserves it and it’s so cute how sweet changbin is with her 😩 also the part where hyunjin said he wished it was him causing yn to make those pretty sounds HELLO??? when i tell you i screamed jdndkcnd i wasn’t expecting that at all.

hyunjin and yn at end of this update were so cute i loved the little back and forth teasing they had going on and how effortlessly they seem to speak to one another now despite some tension still being there. i’ll always be team hyunjin even when he’s being a little dumb lol 🤧🤧 but i kinda appreciate how hyunjin seeks more opportunities to be alone with her now when at the beginning of this series hyunjin practically avoided that at all costs. i hope he doesn’t confuse yn and her feelings in the future so hopefully he figures it all out soon 🤗

thank you again for going out of your way to give us a written update this time! it made a difference and it was a great choice :) i always get so excited about this story as you know and i end up writing long ass messages in your inbox ssjkfsbfm although you said you love long messages so i’m hoping it’s okay 💖 im sorry if some of the things i said don’t make total sense hahaha i’m still a little excited rn and i hope you understand everything i’m trying to say!

PS i hope you’re doing great omg! keep taking care of yourself and stay healthy. thank you for all of your hard work and i can’t wait for future updates :D❣️

omg helloooo!! this kind of asks make me so happy, it's okay 🥺💕

ahhh, i'm happy it was fun to read! and yeah, it was supposed to be a fake texts part but as i planned it out i realised there were feelings (especially hyunjin's lol) that i wanted to portray and could only do so through a drabble... and i am so happy to read that you think i was able to actually portray that 😭 yup, he truly does not know what he's feeling and he is all over the place so let's cut him some slack although hopefully he'll come to terms with it soon 🤧

yesss, she deserves to have her own fun and it's good that she's finally realised that and throwing herself out there. LMAO trust me, not even hyunjin was expecting to have that kind of thoughts regarding y/n 😹 but he did think that and there is no turning back 👀

they're cute when hyunjin is not trying to push her away :( i'm happy to be able to show those little moments of theirs from time to time, i make myself soft lmao

yeah, there has been some kind of development when it comes to hyunjin wanting to spend some time with her... i wonder why that is 🙄 kdñajd but it's good to see him no longer trying to avoid her at all costs so far

thank you SO MUCH for reading and going out of your way to leave this kind of review!! it really means the world to me 💖 i understood everything you tried to say perfectly so don't worry about that!

honestly all i can say is thank you over and over 😭😭😭 i hope you're doing great! stay safe 🥰

#ask #yerimselgi #au: watercolor

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ladyloveroll · 4 months

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lately the hate has been coming back. probably over the past few months. maybe its the holidays. maybe its my growing impatience.

but i had to do something to distract me back in october. and to see that it only got me three months is hard to take. i start my grad program next month and i am HANGING onto the hope that itll distract me long enough to stop feeling so much rage.

i hate it here. i truly fucking do. every quarter, this goddamn state government does something that pisses me off so bad that it validates my decision to move. except that— i also won’t go through the struggle again. im not going to move to chicago and feel the squeeze of not being able to afford to live there. coming from such a “low cost of living” state is hard for me to imagine i could have enough to even survive in chicago (and i have a good job!).

i push it all down. i increase the dosage of my antidepressants. i bury my mind in fandom. i stop looking at TWT because i cannot stand to see dead Palestinian children or their people be lined up in front of a firing squad. i can’t deal with it. i feel so much guilt for being able to block it. i feel like “well I SHOULD witness these atrocities and DO SOMETHING about them” and then fucking lankford puts out a letter with deep deep sympathies for israel. and i feel so hopeless and angry and one time i got the courage to call his desk even though his aid was probably just going to roll their eyes and then that same day i ran over something in the road because THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING ON I-40! and then lost the drive. (i did email all the offices, but i know emails are weaker than phone calls)

i try to look to luffy. it sounds so idiotic but i do. the whole point of OP is doing something that seems impossible and despite the haters and the obstacles /you still try/. you try so very fucking hard with all your heart.

but i am so tired of trying and i haven’t even called the fucking representatives. it feels cowardly. i know it is hopeless.

i apply it to getting myself through grad school and moving the fuck away from this place instead. selfish, i know, but the other route just is. not. working. so perhaps i need to change gears.

i hope i dont fall back into drinking heavily again. instead I just take edibles ALL DAY LONG to numb. To numb. how is that any better other than the obvious health consequences. shouldn’t I be in misery too alongside the people who cannot just “turn twitter off”? survivors guilt is STRONG. hopefully my distractions are stronger.

#microblog #except this is a long one lol

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lgcsoyoun · 2 years

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Still My No.1

LGC UNIVERSITY: PERFORMING ARTS MIN SOYOUN AUDITION: JANUARY 2017 - No.1 by BoA

As much as Soyoun was known in the DBSD fandom as a Bae Siwoo fan artist, Soyoun never imagined herself as a celebrity. She had her life partially planned... at least she planned what was within her control. She was currently a fashion design student at Ewha Women’s University with a part-time job at a cafe near campus. After graduation, she was going to apprentice with a designer and hopefully strike out on her own. If not, she was willing to work with a celebrity’s styling team.

What she didn’t anticipate was the harassment she was going to get for her face of all things. Sure, she was aware that she passed some of the country’s insane beauty standards, but she wasn’t expecting boys in relationships to confess their attraction to her. Furthermore, she didn’t expect them to take it badly when she said she wasn’t ready to date. Besides, she didn’t want to upset their girlfriends who she likely knew. Clearly, her consideration did no one any favors, since she found herself harassed at the cafe by both jilted boys and their angry girlfriends/admirers. For fuck’s sake, this wasn’t high school anymore.

However, all that lead to one of the weirdest moments of her life. In a story that involved her jilted suitors, all but accidentally destroying a customer’s coffee and cake order, and having said cake almost fly into the customer’s face; the customer somehow ended up personally handing Soyoun a card inviting her to Legacy’s January 2017 auditions. Honestly, being an idol trainee was something she never considered. But if it means getting away from her tormentors for the rest of her college life, then she’ll give it a shot.

This is how Soyoun finds herself lining up to audition for Legacy Entertainment on her free day from both classes and work. She barely had time to prepare for her audition because of her commitments to school, and even as she waits for her turn, she still does her school work as she listens to choice of audition song. But even then, Soyoun had devoted whatever free time she had to preparing for this. It was only right that she did her best for anyone who made time for her. She doubts that she’ll be a star, but she has to do her very best.

When they call her number, the nerves that Soyoun hadn’t felt before suddenly came crashing in. It’s not like they’d accept her. Not when there are others who seemed to have prepared for this moment their whole lives. However, Soyoun is committed and determined to do her best. She suddenly thanks her mother for all those lessons she made her take as a kid. Now, she finally has some use for them.

“Good morning,” Soyoun says as she bows to the judges. “My name is Min Soyoun, and I will perform for you today!” She throws in her best smile as she gets into place. As much as Soyoun is a fan of Legacy’s artists, she felt it was wiser not to do a song their artists performed. Instead she went with BoA’s “No. 1″, a song and dance she had committed to memory since she was five years old. It was one of the first K-Pop songs she had listened to and loved. That way, she had room to play around with arrangements and choreography rather than try learning something from scratch. Besides, she also had to keep this audition a secret from her roommates in the dorm, so she only got to practice at the campus studios when most of the other students had left.

Now that she thinks about it, this could be Soyoun’s chance to escape her harassers and actually live quietly away from them all. It can only happen if she does well despite all her shortcomings. Not even the sudden glitching of the music is going to stop her from trying. As much as concern is probably evident on her face, she still smiles and sings a capella while performing BoA’s choreography. Just when she thinks everything is going well, despite having to sing her own music, her voice has to crack when she does the song’s high note. And it doesn’t help that singing and dancing at the same time takes her out of breath. Even then, Soyoun still smiles and performs like she’s having the time of her life. She’s only likely to do this once, so she might as well make it count.

“You’re still my number one.”

As she does her ending pose, it is only then that her music finally comes back. Soyoun and the judges stare at each other. Her in disbelief; them in... she isn’t sure what. Regardless, Soyoun smiles again and catches up to the part where the music is. At this point, it is all out of her hands now. She can only wait and see what happens. If Legacy gets her, wonderful. If they don’t, then it’s back to her regular programming. Although she has to admit, it was fun while it lasted.

#lgc:university #[ thank you to nam jess k and everyone who helped me in any shape or form before i came to a decision ]

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