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kelin-is-writing · 1 year

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imagine babysitting with boyfriend!dabi

you were supposed to spend the day together but shit got in the way and now you were stuck at your relatives’ place and had to look after their kids for the afternoon. dabi was ready to disappear the second you mentioned it but you practically dragged him there by his collar and now he’s sitting on the couch pouting.

he would never admit it but he was worried that the kids might get scared by his appearance. well turns out they absolutely adore him.

it’s definitely annoying him at first that they won’t leave him alone for even a second and keep demanding that he plays with them. you glare at him after a while and he reluctantly gives in.

it starts with them playing with little race car models and they soon switch to drawing messily in one of their coloring books. dabi turns out to be quite the talented artist which you haven’t known until then.

however he draws the line when the kids want to play dress up. he vehemently refuses… for five minutes at least. when you return from the kitchen with snacks for everyone you have to try your absolute hardest not to burst out laughing when you see the sparkly tiara on his head. (you manage to take a picture without him noticing)

he doesn’t admit it but he’s actually having fun and watching you interact with the kids is putting thoughts into his head that he’s never had before. maybe starting a family of your own isn’t as bad of an idea as he used to think.

now all he can think about for the rest of the day is you underneath him with your legs pressed to your chest and the sound of your heavenly moans when he draws orgasm after orgasm from you until he finally cums inside of you. he rly hopes you won’t mind not using a condom this time...

- 🥛

YOU DID NOT JUST DO THIS TO ME—

the way i actually can picture him letting the kids grab onto his arms and then lift them up to spin the two of them around, once he’s done dabi would be dizzy as hell but then there are the kids who starts screaming “again!” “again!” which has him huff tiredly but still comply to what they want because they were having fun and that surprisingly made our arsonist hold back a smile, all this under your amused but still tender grin.

i can also see dabi play with them the ‘see you, can’t see you’ game, after you teach him, and he adores the laughs and giggles those little dwarfs let out when he exclaims “ah! here you are!”, in the most (semi) monotone voice someone could’ve ever hear, but the kids still loved it so much and that just leave him with a tingling sensation inside his chest from how moved he was, but still managed to keep it low or you wouldn’t let him live it down just like with the tiara moment.

once the kids were gone, you two finally alone, dabi is sitting on the couch with dazed eyes looking in front of him and lips slightly parted; when you sit next to him you’re about to ask him what was that face for, after snorting amused, when in a millisecond the villain has you laying beneath him as he hovers over your figure. you look surprised at him, being meet by a stare of pure desire and love that made your heart skip a beat from the intensity “w-what?”, you blurt out confused while glancing back at your boyfriend unsure on what’s gotten into him, then your eyes fell down and widened at the sight of the bulge inside his pants that was now pressing against your lower abdomen “you–?! wha–?!”

“i...”, dabi interrupted you “want to have kids with you princess.”, he confessed in a low husky gentle tone looking away from you with the back of his hand raising in front of his face and you blinked fervently, no because... was this cruel villain blushing right now?!

god he is so damn gorgeous like that, you can’t wrap your head around the fact that you have the most precious boyfriend out there, he’s truly such a gem honestly.

smiling tenderly at his confession you cup his cheeks, making him flinch slightly because of the sudden move, and pull him towards you meeting him halfway to kiss the raven-haired boy on his lips deeply, with an astonishing amount of love that left dabi speechless but yearning for more which is why a second later he was already ravishing yours back with as much passion as you.

when the two of you parted, panting, your hazy eyes locked and you swallowed down before slowly sliding your legs up his sides then closing them around dabi’s waist in a tight grip that pressed his boner against your clothed heat, a groan and moan leaving both your mouths at the friction. licking your lips under his burning gaze you start talking “what are you waiting for then?”, dabi looks with eyes that you can see ask for permission and “fill me up dabi.”, with that accompanied by a roll of your hips against his, he completely lost it.

after this, skins slapping together, pants, groans and moans are the only things that can be heard inside your living room as your man is cumming for the sixth time inside of you, balls deep into your pussy with the tip of his dick pressing hard against the swollen entrance of your womb as he’s spilling his load in complete ecstacy once again while you squirt all over his shaft and onto his pelvis with a pitiful cry, too overstimulated to even form a single syllable.

dabi has his eyes still rolled back into his skill in pure bliss when he hear you slurr about how much seed there’s inside your cunt, his cerulean irises going back to their place immediately before he raises from his hovering position on you with flushed cheeks as he smirks, totally high on you “of course there’s lots...”, and grabbing onto your waist he starts to rut his hips slowly, fucking all his seed into you with eyes clouded by desire “i gotta make sure my princess is filled up to the brim with our babies, right?”, he ends his sentence with a sharp thrust that made you let out a sob while holding onto his forearms for dear life, moaning continuously as dabi kept pounding into you “you can take more of it, i know it baby, i believe in my pretty girl nhgh–”, dabi kept blurting while throwing his head back with a throaty dragged groan at feeling your walls clench around him, hips picking up pace in no time.

letting out a breathy moan he looks down at you with sweat rolling down his temples long his pretty panting face, then he grabs your forearm to rub kind circles on it “i’m gonna make sure it’ll stick this time, so– ugh— bear with me for a little more ‘kay baby?”, you nod absentmindedly, too fucked out to register well what he’s saying to you, making him let out an amused snort at seeing your expression completely melted from the continuous pleasure and overstimulation “good girl, lemme reward you thenhgh—”, and with that another load of his seed was flowing inside of you and deep into your womb.

the pure bliss dabi feels everytime he cums deep in you, the imagery of his white ropes sticking inside your uterus, makes him rock hard all over again. mind completely lost into the ferverish sensation he’s been feeling for hours now thanks to his precious girl.

#kelin responds #answered #🥛#bnha smut #mha smut #dabi smut #touya todoroki smut #bnha x reader smut #mha x reader smut #dabi x reader smut #touya todoroki x reader smut #MILK— JESUS ON CHRIST MILK— YOU KNOW I'M WEAK FOR BREEDING KINK WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?????#dabi hit by a baby fever after realising that he wouldn't mind becoming a parent if you're the mother of his kids it's just so—#this is genuinely EVERYTHING like– he can't imagine anyone else being the mother of his childs ONLY YOU i'm so...#i need dabi to knock me up so bad guys... in these days this is my only mood fr #ALSO— do not misunderstand my post from yesterday guys i LOVE i ADORE kids seriously. they make my day better with just a smile actually 🤧#my cousins are the ones i'm mad at everytime. cause they don't know how to parenting AT ALL #they look more after their phones than their kids 💀

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imakemywings · 7 months

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So Maeglin apparently was handsome af, popular, charismatic, and a close confidant of Turgon during his time in Gondolin. In fact, he was a lord and was close to Turgon's ear so he was heard more than Idril. I just wanna know why the fandom loves to portray him as this kid who was hated by everyone (he was not), whom Turgon hated (didn't Turgon love that kid so much?), and whose love for Idril was seen in a good light (when in fact, he was willing to kill earendil just to get Idril). I was honestly shocked when it was such a popular narrative that he was being abused and hated pretty much by everyone in Gondolin and he didn't mean to cause the fall of Gondolin because he was a poor mew mew when the real poor mew mew was Turgon for listening to him in the first place. Lmao I was just genuinely shocked when it was the other way around. I like his character, he's interesting and complex but it kinda takes away the complexity of his character when he is being woobify but that's just me. What do you think?

Anon, idk if you looked at my blog and could tell I would be receptive to these takes, or if you just happen to keep landing on things I agree with XD

But yeah, I have thoughts on Maeglin's reception by the fandom and it's mostly in agreement with what you said.

With Maeglin, he is sympathetic in a lot of ways, which makes you want to root for him. He did have a difficult childhood--Eol was a shithead spouse so it's not hard to imagine he was not a great father either. Maeglin grew up almost totally isolated from anyone but his mom and dad, who did not have a good relationship, thanks to his dad's abuse. When he and Aredhel make a run for it, we want them to succeed! We want good things for them (we've been rooting for Aredhel since the beginning of the chapter)! When Maeglin witnesses his father kill his mother in an effort to kill him, we want him to find peace and security in Gondolin.

The thing is--Maeglin grows well past his difficult childhood. As you noted, Maeglin does very well for himself in Gondolin. At the end of the chapter Of Maeglin, it is described how he "grew great among the Gondolindrim" and there are various indications he was generally trusted and well-liked.

"Thus all seemed well with the fortunes of Maeglin, who had risen to be mighty among the princes of the Noldor..." ("Of Maeglin," The Silmarillion)

At this point, this is we want for him! We like the idea that he's shrugged off his past, that he's doing well, and that he's not like his creepy bride-abducting father.

We don't get much in Silm about what Maeglin's relationship with Turgon is like, but I talked here about why I can't buy that Turgon neglected or abused Maeglin.

"Then the King listened with wonder to all that Aredhel had to tell; and he looked with liking upon Maeglin his sister-son, seeing in him one worthy to be accounted among the princes of the Noldor. 'I rejoice indeed that Ar-Feiniel has returned to Gondolin,' he said, 'and now more fair again shall my city seem than in the days when I deemed her lost. And Maeglin shall have the highest honor in my realm.'" ("Of Maeglin," The Silmarillion)

The only fly in that pudding is that he and Idril get off to a bad start which never improves. He's into her, she's not into him, but he can't let it go. He lets it fester and generate anger, jealousy, and hatred, and in this way, he's like so many creepy guys who can't take rejection.

"But as the years passed, still Maeglin watched Idril, and waited, and his love turned to darkness in his heart. And he sought the more to have his will in other matters, shirking no toil or burden, if he might thereby have power." ("Of Maeglin," The Silmarillion)

But even so, Maeglin is trusted by Turgon! He's popular! He has his own craft and people who admire and follow his ideas! In almost every way, Maeglin should be happy. But he cannot stop obsessing over Idril, and he lets that spoil everything else that he's achieved, to the point where he's wiling to betray the entire city to possess her.

I think there's also a disconnect between those who've read The Fall of Gondolin and those who haven't, because TFOG expands on a lot of things only really hinted at in Silm proper. For instance, the attempted murder of Earendil (who, it should be noted, is seven years old during the sack of Gondolin). In Silm, we get this:

"Tuor sought to rescue Idril from the sack of the city, but Maeglin had laid hands on her, and on Earendil; and Tuor fought with Maeglin on the walls, and cast him far out..." ("Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin," The Silmarillion)

In The Fall of Gondolin, we get a much more detailed account:

"Messengers by great stealth he had dispatched to Melko[r] to set a guard about the outer issue of that Way when the assault was made; but he himself thought now to take Earendil and cast him into the fire beneath the walls, and seizing Idril he would constrain her to guide him to the secrets of the passage, that he might win out of this terror of fire and slaughter and drag her withal along with him to the lands of Melko[r]... Now then M[a]eglin had Idril by the hair and sought to drag her to the battlements out of cruelty of heart, that she might see the fall of Earendil to the flames...When M[a]eglin saw [Tuor] he would stab Earendil with a short knife he had...the mail of the small coat turned the blade aside; and thereupon Tuor was upon him and his wrath was terrible to see." ("The Original Tale," The Fall of Gondolin)

In TFOG, Maeglin's malice is even more apparent as we get a blow-by-blow account of his effort to force Idril to watch him kill her child and then drag her to Angband, but even looking exclusively at canon Silm, Maeglin clearly swings into the villain path. I don't like to criticize him too much for caving under Melkor's threats, because being threatened with torture by Melkor would be fucking terrifying and I don't think any of us can say for certain how we would respond in that kind of situation. Tolkien even tells us Maeglin wasn't a coward, but Melkor is Melkor. Not everyone can be Hurin "Noted Badass and Snarkmaster" Thalion. What I am happy to criticize him relentlessly on is that he allows Melkor's plan to move forward.

"But Morgoth sent him [Maeglin] back to Gondolin, lest any should suspect the betrayal, and so that Maeglin should aid the assault from within, when the hour came; and he abode in the halls of the King with smiling face and evil heart..." ("Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin," The Silmarillion)

He never warns the Gondolindrim of what's coming, and in fact he encourages Turgon to refuse Ulmo's advice and stay in the city (where Melkor expects them to be). In TFOG, when Melkor does invade, Maeglin and his house fight on Melkor's side.

Maeglin fucked up by selling the city out, no argument. But it's more than that--he could have tried to fix it. But he doesn't. Because? Because he doesn't want his treachery revealed, and because Melkor promised him possession of Idril if he helped.

"Great indeed was the joy of Morgoth, and to Maeglin he promised the lordship of Gondolin as his vassal, and the possession of Idril Celebrindal, when the city should be taken; and indeed desire for Idril and hatred for Tuor led Maeglin the easier to his treachery, most infamous in all the histories of the Elder Days." ( "Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin," The Silmarillion)

People resist the narrative of Maeglin the villain I think because they are still in phase 1 where we want good things for Maeglin and for him to overcome his past. And he does...but then he chooses his own shitty path and throws away all the things he gained because he can't be content without everything that he wants, which includes Idril. Making all Maeglin's bad choices someone else's fault--Idril's for rejecting his advances, Aredhel or Eol for parenting him wrong, Turgon for not understanding him, Tuor for who knows--means not having to acknowledge Maeglin chose to become the person who betrayed Gondolin and tried to murder his family.

"Then the heart of Idril was turned towards [Tuor], and his to hear; and Maeglin's secret hatred grew ever greater, for he desired above all things to possess her, the only heir to the King of Gondolin." ("Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin," The Silmarillion)

Maeglin's story is a tragedy of someone consumed with their own malcontent, someone who had so much opportunity to be happy but chose to perserverate on the things he couldn't have, who became so obsessed with his own desires that he was willing to hurt everyone around him to get what he wanted. Maeglin's story is of a man who could not handle rejection by a woman he wanted, so he decided to ruin her life and kill her family. Maeglin begins the story as someone we are meant to sympathize with--but he doesn't end it that way.

#asks #anonyous #maeglin #meta

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aphroditelovesu · 1 year

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I hope it’s okay to ask , but what do you think about a baby reader being the surviving twin of baby Baelon? It would probably be another reason for Viserys to remarry as the small council believes the baby needs a mother. It would make the greens and the blacks equally overprotective of baby- for team black it’s the last living piece of Aemma. However Team green would view baby as their child/grandchild , after all , Alicent was the only mother baby have ever known.

I love it when you guys send me concepts, so don't worry, it's always a pleasure to read what you think!! ❤️❤️❤️👏👏

Both Aemma and little Baelon died, but you lived, the surviving twin of Viserys's son and your father would not let anything happen to you. You are the last thing that has left of Viserys's beloved wife and the little baby, so you can be sure nothing will happen to you.

Viserys didn't want to marry again, that was very obvious to everyone, he loved Aemma deeply and couldn't imagine marrying again, but he was a King and he had obligations to fulfill whether he liked it or not. He also understood that you needed a mother, but he couldn't imagine you having a mother other than Aemma. Your older sister, Rhaenyra, was the one who helped take care of you the most. At first she was concerned of the idea, but she grew to love her younger sibiling very much and she felt more and more possessive of you. Why would you need a mother, no, a stepmother when you already had her and Viserys in your life?

Everyone thought that the chosen one would be Laena, but it was Alicent instead. Rhaenyra felt betrayed by her father and her best friend, but she still had you and would make sure not to let anyone turn you against her. Alicent felt distressed at first, she helped take care of you, she genuinely liked you a lot, maybe a little too much, but she didn't want to ruin her friendship with Rhaenyra but couldn't help but feel happy at the idea of being your mother. She would love you so much. I can see her and the Greens, especially Otto, trying to convince you that she really is your mother, not Aemma as others say. Alicent was the only mother you've ever known, so if it weren't for Rhaenyra and Viserys, you'd really think she was your real mother.

Otto sees you as his grandchild, his beloved and precious grandchild, and depending on the extent of your bond, I can see him supporting your claim to the Iron Throne, regardless of your gender, he can override Rhaenyra and Aegon to place you on the Throne. You may not be of his blood, but you were raised by his family, you share the same values, and you would be a perfect ruler with him by your side. Don't get him wrong, he loves you more than anything and would do anything for you, but he's still an ambitious man and always will be, but maybe, just this time, he'll be willing to back you up to become the next King/Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

For The Blacks, you must be cared for and protected at all costs. You're the only thing left of Aemma and they won't let anything happen to you. Rhaenyra loves you very much, although at first she was worried and apprehensive about the idea of having a sibling, she has grown to love you so much that she would do anything to ensure your happiness. Viserys is your father and he favors you above everyone and everything, he loves you very much and is always worrying about you and is totally against the idea of you leaving his side. He can't risk losing you, not the way he lost your twin brother and mother.

Both sides will fight over you a lot. Alicent wants you with her, because she's your mother, and mothers should never be separated from their children, right? Viserys will agree to this, as he agrees that you must remain with him in King's Landing, where he knows you will be safe. Rhaenyra wants to get your attention and maybe take you to Dragonstone with her, which will cause a lot of conflict between her, Alicent, Otto and Viserys.

Nothing else will matter than you. Once you survived the deaths of your mother and brother, you became a source of possessiveness, overprotection, and unhealthy love. Everything will be put to the test for you and your yan!family is never willing to let you go.

You belong to them and will always have.

~ Lady L

#ask #yandere house of the dragon #yandere hotd #house of the dragon #hotd #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #yandere viserys i targaryen #yandere rhaenyra targaryen #yandere alicent hightower #yandere otto hightower #concept #yandere concept

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willowser · 8 months

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I wrote this on my blog but I was wondering how you feel about it, Bakugo and on only child. Do you think it would be intentional or due to circumstance how would he respond to others saying something about it, what kind of things does he do with his kid ect. I want to write more about this but never really see anyone else talking about it. 🥺

hello dear !! you know — i have never really...pictured him as having more than one actually !! that's not to say that i couldn't imagine him having a few little kiddos, but, typically, when i imagine dad bakugou in my head, it's just with one 😌 i don't really have a reason for it, i think, but if i had to guess why i usually go with that thought is because i do see him as being a little older by the time he's having a baby bean, and i do typically headcanon him as — struggling with being a father LOL so in my head, maybe i just see him as feeling like one is enough for him !

as far as him being asked about it, hmm 🤔 tbh, i — feel like a lot of his friends would be unsure if he's going to have kids at all, so if he were to have one, i can't imagine anyone really saying anything about it ?? anyone that is close to him at least; being asked about it in, like, the media or by the public or whatever, i don't think he'd even give them an answer LOL but if he was asked about it by someone — like maybe his mother, or something — i think his answer would be very: *shrug* "'s'wrong with what i got?" LOL i genuinely think he could be totally content with just one, so he sees no reason to alter that reality for himself because — he's happy !!

and with him having just one, i think he'd do everything with them ! put them in all the sports and encourage them to try all the things ! i don't think he's the kind to spoil his kid too much but — i think he also grew up fairly well off, so they're doted on in a way that he's taking them on trips for the summer and no expenses are really being spared for the things he thinks they need, because that's just what he's used to ! what his parents did for him !

that's his little pal 🥺 his bud 🥺 and i always think of bakugou as the kind of person that feels lucky to have whatever he has when it comes to romance and love and you and family and friends, that he wouldn't think to ask for more 🥺

#i hope this helped at all !!!!#but yeah this made me realize i've never imagined him with more than one lol #i think. it's emotionally enough for him LOL #as in — he doesnt know if he could handle more than that #not to say that he actually COULDN'T #like i'm sure if i thought about it then i could come up with a reason why i think he might want more than one #but i think he's nervous enough about fatherhood that that anxiety spikes at the thought of another round LOL #it's like. if he manages to do it right once he's not sure he'll get lucky enough to do it right a second time #if that makes any sense idk !!!!!#waaahh i love dad bakugou 🥺#cw children #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: dad bakugou

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cafeseoulmate · 1 year

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princess diaries-inspired modern royalty au, enemies to lovers au; wc: 1.9k; warnings for cursing

Funny enough, the first time you met Choi Yeonjun was also at a ball. Two weeks ago, actually. It was your 21st birthday and your parents made you dance with all of the eligible bachelors in attendance as per tradition, including the boy with the mischievous glint in his eyes and the cocky smirk.

You flirted. He flirted. You're quite sure he almost leaned in to ask you to sneak out too had Kang Taehyun not approached the two of you for his turn at the dance.

But you weren't aware of who he was that time, much less of the fact that he's the heir to the dukedom of Gyeonggi-do and the eldest of the Gyeonggi-do Choi clan which descended from the royal family your ancestors overthrew centuries ago. You can't admit it to anyone now, especially in light of recent revelations, but you may or may not have been too distracted by his looks even at the end of that night to ask your personal assistant about him.

So having to dance with him again, in another ball strategically organized as a PR stunt to ease the public’s opinion on the current succession crisis, only one thing keeps running through your head: fuck Choi Yeonjun and his ridiculously attractive features.

"Stop frowning." Said demon spawn whispers dangerously close to your ear, following his words with a pinch of your waist that almost has you yelping loudly. "They're still taking photos."

You can only imagine how it looks like from the guests' point of view, especially your own mother, Yeonjun’s mother the Duchess of Gyeonggi-do, and the palace's head publicist, Director Kim, who've been sipping wine in a corner together like vultures since Yeonjun invited you out to the dance floor.

As the current faces of your respective families, you have to act like you’re on amicable terms with each other, like it was still last weekend when the press mistook the two of you as being flirtatious with each other.

So your first instinct is to feign the most sickeningly sweet smile as you tilt your face away and look up at him, chuckling genuinely when he visibly fights the urge to cringe.

"Sorry, I just can't help it." You shrug, taking it upon yourself to lead the waltz while he's momentarily caught off-guard. "This isn't really the best of times, isn't it? Not like last Saturday, when you could've clued me in on some things so we wouldn't have to be in this situation."

You move the two of you in a circle so that your back is now turned away from the three women watching your every move, Yeonjun retaliating by then waltzing the two of you to the other side of the hall.

"Well, I'm sorry. I'm not really the type to show my family tree on the first meeting." He replies dryly, rolling his eyes in annoyance as he twirls you. "And we're in this ball because you stomped on my foot and had my seat secretly removed at the East Asian Summit on Wednesday.“

"Because you didn't tell me that you're from the family who's trying to take the crown." You roll your eyes without care, scoffing when Yeonjun reprimands you under his breath. "But you were shameless enough to follow me to Tokyo and pretend like you're also representing the Crown. You kind of deserved it."

Yeonjun sighs in exasperation, hands unconsciously squeezing your own harder. "I already told you, that was Parliament sending me there last minute because of th—God, why am I even explaining myself to you?" He then stops the waltz as the live string quartet also ends their piece, staring you down instead of turning to the stage and clapping for the performers like everyone else. "Look, believe me or not, I really don't give that much of a shit for the throne, at least not in the same way as my parents. Everything up until now—my family's claim, the Summit incident, the ball—has been because of our families' centuries-long feud over the throne and Parliament members being a bunch of disorganized assholes."

He then moves you away from the dance floor as another song begins to play, gentler this time with his hands almost feather-light on your upper arms. "If it were up to me, I'd just inherit the dukedom from my father quietly and go back to the U.S. come Spring to resume my Master's. The throne has you as a living immediate heir, anyway, so why should I try to insert myself in that?" He continues, eyes softening while your glare hardens. "But my parents have sticks up their asses and want to push me into this while Parliament's pushing you to marry in a month as per old succession laws so until then, whether we like it or not, you're stuck with me at public events."

You hear another faint click of a camera in the distance and his first instinct is to cover you by moving to the direction of the camera.

And then, the stupidest, craziest idea comes to mind—one that will definitely make the King and Queen of South Korea order your head on a silver platter tomorrow at the latest but at least Director Kim would be a bit impressed with.

"What if you marry me?"

Yeonjun furrows his brows, expressing what seems to be genuine concern and maybe even alarm for the first time since you’ve met. "Excuse my language, Your Highness, but what in the actual fuck now?"

You also want to ask yourself the very same question as you observe his reaction turn worse as the question lingers but you eventually swallow your pride anyway and continue, pointing to yourself. "I need to get married in a month so Parliament and the rest of the country would approve of my succession because of old boomer laws." You then point to him after. "Your family wants you to be King because you’re descended from the King my ancestor overthrew. It’s two birds with one stone.”

“Technically, I’ll be King consort, then—“

“The first thing we’ll do is change that if your parents really insist.” You retort immediately, feeling your mouth moving quicker than your brain is processing any of your own words. You don’t even notice Yeonjun’s ears turning pink when you refer to yourselves as a collective ‘we,’ as if you noticed the usage yourself as you speak quickly and in hushed tones. “Well, I mean, I’ll abolish the marriage law first but it’s—okay, your title’s the second thing I’ll handle!”

Yeonjun gathers his composure again and squints his eyes suspiciously at you, crossing his arms in thought as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “But you made it apparent to me the whole week that you hate me and, I quote, would make it legal for yourself to hang me by my toes in the courtyard with your head of security.” He points out. “Why should I agree to this?”

“Well clearly, I’ve changed my mind and we don’t really have that much of a choice in this situation.” You scoff, mirroring his crossed arms stubbornly. “If you really were being sincere just now in that you don’t want any part in our families’ drama as much as I’m pretty much over all the hoops I have to go through to take the Crown, we’ll have to be smarter in going about this. That’s just how it is in this court.

“Now, it’s not the most ideal proposition but it’s probably our best option right now, given I’m the only one who’s doing the thinking so far. The worst case scenario of this whole fiasco is that a long and legal court battle between our families would happen which could be bad PR for the Crown and very unproductive of South Korea.

“You can walk away from my offer and continue being a pawn in your parents’ schemes without any insider ally, I don’t really care. Or, we can make this work: we’ll get married at the end of the month, change the laws on the throne and succession via marriage, and go off on our separate ways as a married couple. I can rule on my own and you can leave whenever you want, just have staff ready to carry your work when you do and occasionally arrange for public appearances as King.”

He thinks it through for a moment, gaze darting down to his dress shoes with his lips pursed and his right hand tapping on his left bicep rhythmically.

So in the same silence, you also contemplate on your own offer. To be fair, outside all of the succesion drama, the Gyeonggi-do Choi family isn’t all that bad: they rule over their province exceptionally well your parents mostly are friendly and civil with each other outside the discussions on the history of the South Korean throne post-World War II. You would know, you majored majored in Diplomacy and International Relations like most noble children and took a minor in History specifically for this very situation.

Yeonjun, on the other hand, though you’ve only known him for a week at this point (debatably even shorter than that since he did keep his title and family background a secret until just this Wednesday) seems like a decent guy. From your first dance, you’ve gathered that he’s taking a Master’s in Political Science at Harvard, dances pretty well, and seems to genuinely care about making a difference as a ruler like you.

And, fine, he’s also attractive as hell and a true gentleman whenever you’re not bickering or stomping his foot in front of other Asian state leaders.

What could go wrong?

“If it’s too complicated, then forget i—“

“I’ll do it.”

At the same time, a trio of female guests pass by, the tallest one in the pink ballgown accidentally bumping shoulders with you and almost causing you to topple over.

Yeonjun catches you by the arm just in time, steadying you with another hand to your own. “Are you okay?”

“Are you serious?” You ask back, unconsciously holding onto his arm as you stand straight once more. “You’ll do it?”

“We’ll have to discuss my role as King first since you mentioned that you’ll change the laws on consorts. We’ll have to ensure that my parents are satisfied with it and that my responsibilities are laid out clear for me to follow well.” He answers, belatedly letting go of you with an awkward cough. “And we’ll have to discuss how we’ll navigate the marriage, too, since it’s more out of convenience than choice. That, and a bunch of other marriage and business contingencies.”

You nod in agreement, already feeling an unfamiliar weight on your shoulders as your offer slowly sets itself in motion. “We’ll have to learn to trust each other first too, more than right now. I’ll need to know that you won’t overthrow me the second your title and power are changed from consort to King.” You add with a raised brow, extending your hand out for a handshake that should seal the deal. “Personally, even with the stunt you pulled off this week, I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt as early as now if you’d give me the same. So do we have a deal?”

Instead of shaking your hand as you expected, however, he takes your hand in his to pull you closer until you’re chest to chest with him before planting a kiss directly on your lips.

“Deal.” He smirks against your wide eyes and slacked jaw, immediately taking the opportunity to plant another kiss to your parted mouth. “How about we sneak away and discuss this more in the garden? This is also the perfect time to disappear and leave everyone hanging.”

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how do you think elijah would be if he have a Witch daughter, Who also Is esther's favorite granddaughter?

I'm loving all of the questions about Elijah as a father.

Anytime I picture Elijah with a child, it is always a little girl. I think he would be a great father to both, but I love the idea of him having a little girl who gets her attitude from her mother. Because we know she's going to have an attitude.

I like the idea of his daughter being a witch. But if he had a daughter while they were human, it obviously would have caused issues with Dahlia. For the sake of this answer, I'm going to pretend that's not an issue here.

Elijah's daughter likely would have been the first in her generation, therefore she would have been powerful and likely attracted Esther's attention. Elijah and Esther had a very strained relationship, almost nonexistent. He would have resented the doting attention Esther paid to his daughter and would have feared what the attention meant. Elijah would have tried to keep his daughter away from her as much as acceptable. I imagine he would have built a house away from his family, inviting his siblings to visit or even stay with him, but not his parents.

Even if Esther had a genuine love for his daughter, Elijah wouldn't trust it. He would worry that Esther was using his daughter for her magic and attempt to protect her. This would cause a rift in the family. Rebekah would grow angry at Elijah because she was always close to Esther, although they would reconcile. Finn would hate the girl for taking away Esther's attention and resent her for having magic when he didn't. Kol would teach the little girl all of the magic Esther refused to. This would actually bring Kol and Elijah together as Kol would understand Elijah's resistance to leaving his daughter alone with Esther. And Klaus would be Elijah's daughter's biggest bodyguard. He would be the one to understand it the most and understand the need to protect her in a way no one protected them. I also imagine Henrik being closer in age to the little girl than his older siblings, so he would bond with her and have a close relationship.

Elijah's daughter would be well-behaved with an attitude that she got from her mother. They would gang up on Elijah all of the time and he would pretend to be annoyed but he secretly loved watching them work together. He would love to watch her grow as a witch but feel helpless that he couldn't help her in that aspect. If it was during their human life, he would lean on Kol. If it was during their vampire life (somehow) he would lean on Freya. But he would struggle to delegate his parenting.

He would also clash with his siblings and anyone else who tried to step in on his parenting, but would ultimately need it with a teenager. He was a mildly behaved teenager and wouldn't know how to deal with the rebellious and impertinent daughter that he would inevitably have. I like to imagine if they were living in the 'Viking' time, she would make Elijah tell her all about the Valkyries. She would have learned to wield a sword, but Elijah wouldn't have wanted her to go off to battle for fear that she would be injured or die.

They would fight about everything, but his daughter would teach him to grow. He would at first be scared of her magic. He had never seen a first generation witch of their line. But he would be mesmerized by her power and proud of her for how she wields it. He would learn to trust her to take care of herself but always fret over her no matter how old she got.

I can't see Elijah only having one child, but I do think the bond he had with his first child would be special. He would love all of his children, dote on them, and he wouldn't play favorites like his parents did. But he and his first child would just understand each other better.

He would have been a great father, understanding and compassionate but also set boundaries and expectations. I would have loved to see it play out.

#elijah mikealson #elijah mikaelson as a father #tvdu #the originals #tvd #the vampire diaries #the mikaelsons

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7, 19, 21, and 25

Did your Dark Urge recall any childhood memories? If yes, how do they feel about the revelations? If no, was it by choice or lack of options?

Ithaca does get memories of her childhood back, including her time in the Feywild. Infact those are some of the easiest memories she recalls. They feel like a dream almost --- a time and person that's so different. But she holds those memories dear. The ones involving the Feywild makes her want to return there; she misses the plane and all it's absurdity and how everything there just made more sense (in the same way serving Bhaal made sense).

Has your Dark Urge become particularly close to anyone romantically and/or platonically in their journey? If so, who, and what is the relationship like? If no, why not?

So Ithaca can be personable, civil and even friendly in some way to everyone in camp even if they disagree with her. It's just part of being a bardic cult leader. For the most part she genuinely likes the main OG party. Beyond surface level, simple friendship then it gets muddier. I would say typically for sure Minthara and/or Astarion are always in her party because out of all the companions they are the ones she's most comfortable with especially if she's in a situation in regards to moral choices. She feels a bit more on eggshells with others.

What are 2-3 songs that your Dark Urge would relate to?

The Past (Be Me Again) by Precious Child Rotting child Corrupted inside

Fineshrine by Purity Ring You make a fine shrine in me You build a fine shrine to me

Pixie Hollow and Purgatory by Alexis Monroe You try, but can't fix me I'll take you away To where I was made You won't last a day inside of my mind I'm lost, you can't find me So don't try to save me

How does your Dark Urge feel about Sceleritas Fel?

Honestly? Pre-tadpole she didn't mind him; dare I even say liked having him around to encourage her and do her bidding. His nagging could be a little annoying but honestly, she likes the attention and the ego boost she gets from his doting. I mean, he's her lil murder hypeman and she appreciates it. When she's tadpoled, he grates a bit more on her nerves but at the same time, he's familiar even if she doesn't fully remember. And like a lot of things, that bit of nostalgic familiarity is comforting. I imagine as a child in the Feywild, she always got excited to see him. Because sadly, I do think even then Bhaal gave her more attention than her mother even did. Can you imagine the number of blood filled tea parties a tiny Ithaca made Sceleritas particepate in? He's her most beloved nanny if anything. But like people she's close to in general, he's hers. And she would absolutely lose it if he was something else Orin took from her.

#;;ooc #;;headcanons #/ thank you!!!#/ Ithaca may be vicious and cruel but she can make a genuine effort to be personable with people she even has a shred of care for #/ that can be easily revoked; like when people keep bears or tigers for pets #/ she is the tiger or bear in such a situation

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For Marian: 9, 12, and 15

9. If asked, would your character say they were happy as a child?

I think she'd be bewildered by the question... Of course, she was happy when she was with Carver and Bethany. She has good memories of her parents.

But she also remembers having to be isolated from everyone else because of her magic, and having to parent her younger siblings, and having to live with the expectations of being the eldest, and the constant, stern glare of her father because she couldn't live up to his expectations, and being compared to Bethany by her mother and literally everyone else who ever knew them both, and slowly becoming estranged from Carver as his resentment due to their father's "favoritism" towards his mage children, and...

Yeah. She was fine. Leave her alone.

12. Who had the most negative impact on your character’s life?

It feels uncharitable to say Malcolm, because he didn't mean to, but his philosophy re: familial duty really did a number on her. I imagine him as a stoic, cold sort of man who did genuinely love his family, but his desire to protect them from the kind of life he had growing up... meant he didn't really get to know them. Or at least Marian.

Marian never felt like she was good enough in his eyes. She didn't care about mages like he did, she was rude and combative, she was never that good a student, they constantly argued... And yet his values stuck with her, whether she liked it or not.

Do everything for the sake of the family. You can't rest until the family is safe. You can't put yourself before the family.

Which of course led to a lot of the issues Marian has later in life. :P

15. Who does your character look up to and who do they despise?

I... really don't think she has anyone she looks up to. She looks up to Sebastian for his pure optimism and kindness, if that counts. A part of her maybe respects Meredith for being a HBIC, but that's where the respect ends.

And she despises a lot of people. The Arishok is probably the most prominent one. She doesn't get the Qun at all and thinks he's just a whiny, conniving little bastard.

#ask #breadedsinner #oc asks #marian hawke #i'm leaning whole hog into this daddy issues thing so i've decided marian wouldn't name her child after malcolm #i'll have to come up with another name for davinia's twin :P #like my version of malcolm would've liked a*ders and tried to push for marian to go out with him #despite how much she fuuuuucking hates him

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Wholesome asks #3, 6, 9, & 12 for any of your SWTOR ocs!

Let's go with the Sith son, since everybody loves Tragen 😁

3. What is something they really like about themselves and what is something you really like about them?

Tragen really likes that he's a fast learner/good at thinking on his feet, as it's a big part of what lets him survive Sith training and his apprenticeship under Baras.

I really like his sense of self. This boy has a rock-solid grip on who he is and what he wants, and that's a big part of why his principles survive Sith training and his apprenticeship under Baras and allows him to come out the other side Light rank IV despite being the literal Emperor's Wrath. He's not swayed by peer pressure, or by authority pressure, he is who he is and stays true to that through everything. (Honestly, I think that certainty is part of what draws Jaesa to him, too.)

6. What is their favourite music genre? If they don’t have one, what’s their favourite song?

I've mentioned before somewhere that he likes the gffa-equivalent of Imagine Dragons, and while that's still true, I think his overall favorite genre would actually be something like Spanish guitar(I know there's a gffa-equivalent to the guitar, but I can't remember what it's called and Wookieepedia is not helping xD)

9. How would they react if a person they love (friends and family included) gave them a flower bouquet unexpectedly?

Well, Jaesa's getting a big fervent kiss, then probably an arms-around-waist, lifting-off-the-ground spin-around hug, followed by a very quietly murmured "thank you" before he kisses her again. 🥰

Vette, his mother, or his sister and any potential future kids would get the hug part of that and a big smile with his thank you.

Anyone else would get a warm, genuine smile and heartfelt "Thank you", followed by him putting the flower in a vase on display until they wilt.

12. What is their safe place? And what does “safe place” mean to them?

I mean, if you ask him, his knee-jerk answer is gonna be "in Jaesa's arms" bc that's where everything feels right(followed by Jaesa blushing furiously), but far as actual physical locations:

His cabin on the Celestial Dawn has always felt safer than most places, and I gave him the Manaan stronghold, which is shaping into a nice getaway to ignore the rest of the galaxy. And there's this one meadow on Odessen with an absolutely amazing view of the stars that he always seems to retreat to when he needs time alone.

Wholesome OC Asks

#wholesome oc asks #tragen xo'ric #this just in: local ex-sith crazy in love with his gf #not even sorry #nor should he be

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My mother was right

she was right. of course she was. I told her to trust me, that I will make the right decisions. I am an adult now, right?

My boyfriend lived five hours away. We got a chance to see each other in person, but it meant we would have to share a room at a mutual friend's house. my family is religious, and my mom didn't want me to share a room with him. But it was the only real option available.

I was sure I was going to be fine. I've had sleepovers with friends and it didn't need to be any different. We're both committed church kids. We wouldn't get into any trouble. I don't want it to turn anything and I'm sure we have enough self-control to be fine. We'd spent time alone before and it never turned into anything. Eventually, my mom gave her seal of approval.

She shouldn't have. Her fears were well-founded. we didn't do everything. not by a longshot. but it was more than I ever planned. I didn't want to want it. I thought I was stronger than this. But given the first opportunity, I threw that all away. I wanted him to touch me and I wanted to touch him in return.

But I also wanted to be the good christian girl I was raised to be. I disappointed myself and would disappoint my mother if she ever found out. But more importantly, I disappointed God.

But it would be okay. It was a one time mistake. As long as we repent and turn around, God will forgive us. But we couldn't turn around. My boyfriend moved, and now had an empty apartment ten minutes from mine. Pandora's box was opened. Each day I would claim that it was the last time. I would turn my life around, I would do better. And then two days later we would do it again. I would repent and turn around, just to fold the next time he kissed my neck. Clearly my repentance wasn't genuine. Faith without works is dead right?

Did I even want to repent? I am not hurting anyone. How can this be the line that God cares about? Ruth and Boaz were freaky before marriage (uncovering his feet? In Hebrew that is a euphemism for other things). And song of songs was about an unmarried couple. Who even decides what laws are for the modern day and which are for the past anyway? We don't have the same risk of pregnancy and other consequences today than in the past. Because those rules were to protect us from those things, we don't need them anymore.

This reasoning didn't work though. I still felt dirty. I betrayed myself. I missed the person I used to be. But I also didn't want to go back. This was something special that I didn't want to lose. I loved my boyfriend, and I loved being close to him in a way I never could have imagined before. I didn't want to lose God but I also didn't want to lose what I had found.

I needed to talk to someone. But the only person I could tell was boyfriend. No one else could know what we were doing. But crying to my boyfriend about going to hell one minute and taking his clothes off the next, wasn't fair to him. It dragged him into my guilt. This was my problem, there was no point in making him ride the rollercoaster too.

So I didn't. After the first couple cycles of us fucking and then me crying, I just stopped talking to him about it. He didn't need to know that I cried. And eventually it did slow down. I started to feel less guilt over time. But I'm not over it. I still feel like I lost something that I can't get back. I will never be the person I was before, and I'm not sure if I was ready for that when I made that decision. I love my boyfriend and I wouldn't trade him for the world. But sometimes I wish I could take it all back and start again. Or maybe I don't. maybe it was worth it. I don't know.

My mother was right. The sleepover was a bad idea.

#diary entry #religious trauma

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S3 Ep 66-67

Sooo just like I thought, Sam doesn't only fear the others would leave him if he tells them about checks notes Molly. Gods am I bad with names… He also decided that since he was the one who pushed her through the veil, he should be the one to bring her back as well, and he has to do this alone. And without telling anyone because Ren would just lock him up in the labs, and others could shy away even further?.. I actually don't think they would have, they are apprehensive mostly because he keeps everything inside and they have next to nothing to work with. At least I think so. They may be on guard with him because of how unknown everything is, but they won't leave him. I can't imagine Kate doing this. Bill seems hesitant but he's too good of a person to actually go through with such a decision. And Maria didn't even think anything was weird with Sam, she's just worried for him. Molly's disappearance is… huge, and bad, but they would have coped. And try to help, maybe. But I get why Sam didn't think so. It's way harder to see such things when you're the one involved, not just an outside observer. He already had the guilt driven him to the point when he considered his mission a possible suicide but still went on with it. That isn't a great place to see clearly.

I like how the show conveyed his decision to cope alone without actually telling this, or, rather, before telling this. I picked it up in the end of 66 and it got confirmed in 67. What I didn't pick up though was that when he was talking about Ren's sleep deprivation experiment on Anna and that in dire times people should be able to put their lives on the line, he was actually talking about himself. Anna knew what she agreed to. Or… she thought she knew. It turned out much worse than she could expect. Sam's idea didn't turn out good either - he would have died if he could. Sam's a better person than me though. He at least meant himself - like a parallel to Anna, although no one knew it, so they ended up telling him he was talking like Morrison, which I consider a MAJOR insult.

But I just thought he was right. Yes it turned into a nightmare, and Anna probably regretted she agreed to the experiment for some time after it. But Ren said they couldn't tell her the details because it wouldn't have worked as it should have then, and it was Anna who came to them for answers. So yes, it was shitty to do to a friend, but… Ren is the kind of person who can forget everything if it means they can learn something new, move further in their research. Don't tell me Anna didn't know that. And she COULD call it quits any time, they had the connection open, Ren was observing her. But she didn't. So… what's so horrible? Morrison was threatening people who did nothing wrong, dragging others to his dungeon against their will and torturing them for his agenda. And while the team considers Anna's sleep deprivation experiment a form of torture, too, no one dragged her there or made her do it. It was her own will. And Sam isn't dragging anyone anywhere either. Quite the opposite, actually - he tries to get away from people every chance he has to get a better grip on his abilities EXACTLY not to hurt anyone else. He had enough of that. So… I don't think Bill was right with his comment. Kate was though, with telling everyone not to talk about it for some time until they calm down. She's like the carer, the mother figure of the group. She genuinely cares about each and every one of them. I think she has the strongest bond with Bill, but the way she sounded when she found Sam who just fell out of his own experiment… she was so terrified for him. And the fact that she heard him calling for help in her dream? Wow.

…that being said about Sam, he does retort to manipulation. I've already noted that before, and I don't like it. But understand. It's only one kind - he doesn't tell people stuff he thinks will turn them away from him right away and for good when he needs their help, so he just hides what will prevent him from getting it. He did it twice: with Jerry and with Molly's disappearance. I think… he doesn't trust people at all. To some extent, yes, but never completely, not even when it's really necessary. This just HAS to rebound, doesn't it. It could be fine - I totally understand not being willing to open up about everything. But it puts others' lives on the line, and that's the thing he kind of tries his best to prevent? I think Sam needs to realize this contradiction.

#the sheridan tapes #the sheridan tapes spoilers #Sam Bailey

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Tokyo rev react characters with a darling whom look like can't hurt a fly and a cute timid nerd but suddenly witness his darling is not just a cute kitten but a mother fucking tigress when some gang tried to gang them up they discovered his darling is a black belter martial artist and woop their ask

❀ PUNCH ME ONCE (AND I’LL RUN) | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 mitsuya takashi, kawata nahoya, matsuno chifuyu 💿 female reader, second pov (you/your), fluff, humor, tw: violence, established relationship, au - canon divergence, imagine 📅 august 23, 2021 🔗 masterlist

even the sweetest people know how to kick ass (kind of), the boys find out.

. . . MITSUYA TAKASHI

Everyone knew you as sweet, sweet Y/n, from Mitsuya’s Home Economics Club, also his lover. The Y/n who baked the cookies for all of them when Toman first met her. The Y/n. who looked so excited to show off the dress Mitsuya made for her. The Y/n who quickly reverted back into a blushing mess after realizing what she had just done.

Mitsuya loved you so much, always coddling on you and having this soft smile on his face whenever he saw you. The perfect couple. And Toman sure as hell is going to make sure that it’s going to stay that way.

So you were constantly watched over. It was nothing too serious, the boys just keep an eye on you whenever they see you out by chance. It wasn’t that they followed you everywhere, they only tagged along if you invited them… Both because of your safety and also because they genuinely like being in your company.

To everyone’s surprise, that day, Mitsuya was the one beside you when it happened.

In the silent part in between the busy parts of the city and the quieter neighborhood, in the very middle of the transition. That was where the two of you found yourselves surrounded by a group of delinquents.

By the riverside, you place down your shopping bags as Mitsuya frowns, trying to negotiate to whoever seemed like the leader of the group; insisting that they should take this somewhere else or perhaps in another time, while sneaking worried glances at you.

You keep your head down, already knowing that they were to disagree. Kids these days are so rude.

It was quite obvious that Mitsuya would be beating these kids up in no time, it was just that he was worried about you. (You smile to yourself, it’s as if everything he does nowadays is so sweet to you. He truly is the best boyfriend one can ever ask for.)

Squeezing his arm, you smile up at him despite the situation: a group of fifteen kids surrounding both of you, possible weapons hidden if they really are that cowardly.

“I’m fine…” You whisper to him as the kids smirk, inching forward.

Mitsuya still has the furrow in his brows, but before he could either open his mouth or punch the kid closest to him, you were letting go.

And knocking the fuck out of the blond yankee.

It was just pure silence.

Then you looked up with a small smile, mischief glimmering in your eyes as the group shuddered at the sudden change. “Who’s next?”

Mitsuya watches in almost fascination as you run around, scaring the kids who were trying to bolt away screaming.

Maybe he could use this as a reason so everyone will stay away from you and he can finally have you for himself without at least one person disturbing or crashing their date.

. . . KAWATA NAHOYA

It’s a nice lineup, if Souya could say so himself.

His brother, happy-go-lucky and also too enthusiastic to use violence on anyone, Nahoya and a girlfriend like you, soft and shy with the smallest of hands.

The two of you were an adorable couple that Souya almost finds himself puking whatever is in his stomach every time he sees the both of you. How can his brother be so sweet? Is this even his brother??

This time, the three of you were hanging out together, like usual at the convenience store, just having some noodles because everyone else was too lazy to cook their own at home. “I’ll go and get some more,” Nahoya announces with his usual smile. “Y/n, take care of my brother for me, will you?”

“Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?” Souya complains, frowning deeper but you only giggle at him. Nahoya doesn’t do anything more but give a quick grin before bounding off inside the konbini.

Souya grumbles under his breath.

At least he didn’t have to see you and Nahoya doing something incredibly cute together, even if it’s just a few more minutes. Being single and being twins with someone who has a girlfriend really leaves an effect on you.

The two of you quietly continued on with your meals with you precariously blowing on the cup of noodles like a little kid.

Until there was a finger tapping on his shoulder, and Souya turned around to be greeted with a punch to his face.

The next thing he knew, before he could even retort, the scalding cup of noodles went flying over his head and straight onto the face of the stranger with a group of boys behind him. Souya was being pulled backwards, hip hitting the plastic table as he blinked dazedly to see you rush past him, foot meeting another person’s head.

“Are you okay, Souya-kun?” You asked worried, looking at him with a frown as the person who initiated the attack was on the ground, wailing from both the heat and the dizzying impact he just received while his idiots cower around him.

“The fuck?”

“Oh no, this is going to bruise, and Nahoya told me to take care of you as well,” you fret, lightly grazing the red mark on his face that was definitely going to bruise.

I don’t think he meant it that way, he wanted to say but he could only try to compose his head on what had just happened.

Right, right, he was punched. You threw noodles, you also threw a kick. A hard one.

Nahoya exits to see five highschoolers on the ground, bruised, as you yell at them while standing in front of Souya who was more confused than mad.

Souya looks at him, wide eyes in both fear and confusion. “Your girlfriend is actually quite scary.”

He could only smile, unsure.

. . . MATSUNO CHIFUYU

The two of you were just hanging out, staying outside a cafe for more than a few hours despite only ordering a drink.

Chifuyu was grimacing over his notes as you tried to teach him everything you could before the upcoming exam that Monday. Your laptop was turned on, a song playing to the earphones you shared with your boyfriend, the internet connection from the cafe well-used.

Your glass was almost empty and you considered purchasing a new drink to at least feel less bad for staying this long. Chifuyu moaned in frustration, placing his forehead down on the cool table.

You rest your cheek on your propped up palm, your other hand slowly ruffling his hair, playing with the strands as he leans onto your touch. You can only helplessly smile as he glances up at you from behind his fringes.

A light wind and the easy sunlights rests upon you, the pretty mix of warm and cold, with the company of your favorite person.

The day was perfect.

Then, you spy a group of seven wearing loose clothes with their hair styled into those you can see on gangsters nowadays, two even smoking a cigarette. They were walking towards your way, gazing at Chifuyu longingly. With anger, that is.

A quick glance told you that Chifuyu was slowly dozing off, tired from the endless studying he did earlier and yesterday. He was trying too hard to reach up to your parent’s standards, and honestly it was almost flattering.

You lean down to press a kiss on his forehead as he hums before you stand up, letting go of his hair. “Y/n,” he murmurs sleepily, still with his head on the table, right above the notebook.

Stopping a few meters away from the table, you face the group who raised their brows at you. “Stop bothering Fuyu already, he’s busy with classes and with Toman.”

The guy scoffs, grinning sinisterly, mocking you as he shares glances with his friends. “Move out of the way and I’ll think about letting you go.”

“Y/n?” Chifuyu calls again, a little louder this time as he raises his head and sees you then the group of boys. “Y/n!”

“Matsuno Chifuyu-”

You only punched him, shutting him up effectively.

Chifuyu’s gasp was heard throughout the vicinity, as the guy stumbles back, his members clumsily catch him.

“I said, back off.”

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morgansunflower · 2 years

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The Things I Miss

Jason Todd X al Ghul/Wayne! Reader

Bruce Wayne X Talia al Ghul.

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Warnings:heavy angst, suggestive content, deaf character.

Jason can't hear....

Arthur's notes! Jason is deaf, so I wrote the characters doing sign language.. I hope I did good! Let me know your thoughts! I enjoyed it enough I may do more deaf! Characters of you all think so. BTW Reader is pregnant with Damian.

Jason's P. O. V

My other senses have intensified as I only rely on my sight. I learned sign language and am able to read lips. I'd wear a hearing aid but I can't afford that shit and I don't even want to think about asking Bruce and Talia. I really miss music.. Being able to just hear the small things like birds chirping, being able to hear if everything is OK. I'm not going to miss the sound of gunshots. Though most of all I miss hearing Y/N's voice more than anything else. She's the only one who knows I can't hear a thing. She has surprised me learning sigh language so we could better communicate... I didn't cry..

Y/N's P. O. V

Jason and I lock arm's walking up the steps to the Manor. He stops by the door. I kiss his cheek and walk to open the door. I stop in the middle of my tracks as I noticed Jason's hands moving. I turn to look at him.

He signed 'don't tell anyone'

I sadly smiled. 'our family loves you they need to know'

He scoffed and signed 'bullshit'

I step back to him and hug him. I feel by his pause he did not expect it. He wraps his strong arms around me. We both went inside. After being greeted by the family I noticed Jason no where to be seen.

Jason's P. O. V

I walk into my old bedroom and see my guitar. I pick it up, I am so close to breaking it. I feel a soft touch on my shoulder.

I focus on how my throat moves and say "Talia"

She turns me around and takes the guitar out of my hand. She places it on the bed. She looks at me with a genuinely hurt expression. She moves her arms and begins to use sign language.

'I am your mother you should have informed me'

I take a deep breath, I should have known she would have figured it out 'I know don't tell B'

'why? You know he loves you'

I shrug my shoulders. I take a deep breath. The last few months have been.. Hard. I can't imagine how much worse I'd be without Y/N.

Y/N's P. O. V

... I feel a gentle touch on my shoulder. I open my eyes and see my father with a glass of water with some f/f.

"oh thanks, I must've fell asleep" I said delighted and take the glass.

"you are ill, what are your symptoms?" he asked sitting beside me.

I swallow hard. Shit. "oh nothing dad I'm ok, honest"

"you lie just like your mother" he said with a soft chuckle.

"ok so I'm not exactly feeling my best, but I am OK.."

"Y/N" he said with a genuine worried tone. "you've been absent from patrol, and have not been home for weeks.. Why?"

I take a deep breath "I'm 14 weeks pregnant" I mumbled. "I know you're probably not--" I stammer as he takes my hand.

"I'm grateful nothing is wrong. Does Jason know?" he asked

"no, he's been going through a lot right now" I softly sighed.

"nightmares?" he asked

"yeah, but.." I stammer as I hear Alfred announcing that dinner is ready.

I sit on my chair next to my husband. I see my food with a glass of wine... Dammit. I hear my phone ring. I look a text from my dad.

-I poured your wine out and replaced it with grape juice. As well as, I ask you to please tell your mother soon-

-thanks dad. Why she smell your fear?-

He did not reply to me. I softly smile to myself. That night I desperately need some sleep. I lay on the couch and allow myself some sleep.

Jason's P. O. V

I lean down and kiss my sleeping wife's lips. I then cup her very small bump. A baby, a little baby was right there. It was our baby. I noticed weeks ago when her body started to change, in the best ways. I could smell her vomit from a mile away. I can see how drained she is, but still beautifully glows. The way her boobs were definitely larger and her abdomen was getting a little bigger by each week as our baby grew. I want to give her time to decide when she wants to talk or use sign language I guess. The only thing that hurt me more was knowing I'd never hear the baby's Heartbeat, never hear the baby laugh or cry. I feel a gentle rub on my back. I look seeing her with her face full of adoration. She cups my cheeks and kisses me. She's the only reason I don't feel broken. I changed for her, only her. We part for a moment. I can't believe I'm going to be a dad.

She moved her arms 'you are going to be a amazing dad'

'I love you both' I signed my emotions threatening to get the better of me.

'we love you' Y/N signed as, her tears started to fall.

'I miss your voice' I kissed her lips and then part.

Talia's P. O. V

Bruce and I laid in bed without a single word between us. Should I tell him? Jason asked me not to but I hate secrets.

"I did not see much of our daughter, how did she seem to you?" I asked

He cleared his throat "she was.. Good.. Jason?"

"he's had better days" I sighed "Bruce has Jason.. Acted different on patrol?"

"only that he is ignoring me immensely" he replied. "why? Is something wrong? Is he OK?" he asked with a genuine tone.

"he asked me not to tell you, but.. When the explosion happened 6 months ago.. He.. He can't hear Bruce" I said my voice breaking, I can't imagine how scared he is.

"what?!!" Bruce asked completely appalled. He placed his palm on his forehead in a defeated manner.

"Beloved there is no way you could have possibly known"

"I should have seen it, I should have--" Bruce sighed heavily

I gently rub his back "enough, I won't have you doubting yourself Beloved" I demanded.

He rest his head on my own "they need to come home, they're going through too much to be alone"

Jason's P. O. V

3 weeks later. Bruce and Talia called in a family emergency, for what I have no fucking idea. Y/N and I step inside, I see my whole family.

Tim moved his arms 'I already have known about your struggles for a long time brother'

Stephanie smiled widely 'I may make sense or probably not but try hard'

Cass gently smiled 'you don't have to worry about me making sense'

I look at Duke as he signed 'we love you man'

Dick grinned 'hey Little-Wing, don't forget that you are still able to lean on your big brother'

Barbara softly smiled 'we care about you don't ever need to keep secret from us'

Alfred smiled at me 'do not forget where, your family is my boy'

Bruce had a genuine smile on his face, I'm not going to fucking cry! 'son don't neglect to remember that I care'

Bruce, and Talia walk to me with my gift in there hands. I knew exactly what it was. I take a shaky breath. I give it to Y/N.

I can't believe in doing this, I feel my eyes shake 'family'

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rynnaaurelius · 2 years

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Goddammit im so hapoy to have found you, a Luke apologist. I jaut got sucked back into the whole fandom bc of the upcoming series and... i read the original books when i was really young, right, 11,12,13. And yea, Luke was the bad guy!!

But now im actually Luke age. And i know how young everyone actually is. If you put me in charge of a bunch of 12-15 year olds and made me watch them die one after the other; i'd probably side with the side that's AGAINST those making this happen too???

Idk his stance is just so so so understandable. I'm studying to become a teacher rn and being responsible for big groups of young kids - it feels a certain way. It's like... motherly instincts, but not really, but kinda, but definetly extreme protectiveness.

Now did he make some bad choices along the way blablabla, sure yea. But holy hell his position is understandable.

ESPECIALLY! Knowing about New Rome and that alternatives are a possibility, actually, the greeks just aren't getting them??? Nah i'd definetly try and murder all the gods. Viciously.

I don't really know where i'm going with this except that i was scrolling through the Luke tag and one of your posts was like a breath of fresh air in between all the, mostly pretty young, fans that hate on him and everything he every did. So thanks, i guess?

Goddamn, I somehow never got an email for this, so I had no idea this was collecting dust in my inbox. Sorry about that.

Also, you left me rambling, so. . .sorry about that.

And yes. I am more or less the same age Luke was during the series, and I can't imagine the number it would do on you to be responsible for prepping a bunch of preteens and teenagers to face their violent deaths, especially after what he went through with his mother and Thalia.

I left it in the tags of the post that went viral against my will, but Luke's living out a different genre from Percy and company, and I—I would lose my shit, too, if in his position. That's torturous, dystopian shit.

They're kids, damn it.

(And I have. . .many headcanons about Luke Castellan and Camp Jupiter and Greek demigod life expectancies. Most of them not good, all of them trying to square the worldbuilding)

And I find it so difficult to believe that it's a bad person—and not simply a very angry and hurt person—who sets out to do really questionable things to try and keep another kids from suffering and dying, to prevent anyone else from becoming himself.

There's a certain despair through it and Luke's choices; I really, really have my doubts over whether Luke genuinely believed that he would survive the war, either way.

Raging against the dying of the light and all that. He knows he will likely fail, he knows he's propping up a monster, and he's doing it anyway in this desperate attempt to create something different.

This makes Percy so important because he still thinks that as family and as people, the gods can change—just look at his conversation with Hermes at the end of TLO.

There's a faith he very understandably keeps (Poseidon is, by godly standards, a good dad who tries and that's important), a faith that Luke, in turn, has understandably lost and we see Hermes's grief and regret over that loss.

Luke's last change in heart, his choice to believe in Percy, in how to break this cycle of violence and abuse that's been eating demigods alive, is beautiful and kills me every time.

(Requisite note that this final choice takes on a different timbre considering the events of HoO)

He's lost everything—his mother, Thalia, Annabeth, any semblance of a home he ever had. Which is how I think he justifies Kronos, ultimately, I think. He's lost any hope he has, for himself or otherwise, and is intent on making the gods pay for what they've done.

Like every other tragic hero, he penned his own tragedy, knowing what was going to happen the whole time, which kills me.

He walks into his own end and, at the end, finds that last thing at the bottom of Pandora's jar—Hope.

#i can't believe i'm a luke castellan apologist for having the bold take of 'i think luke making bad choices doesn't make him a bad person'#especially on We Love Our Moral Complexity Dot Hellsite #but here we are #anyway i am once again having luke castellan feelings #long post #ish #we're ignoring the effect heroes of olympus has on any of this #because per the logic of hoo. luke is Even More Right #which. ah. would be fine if anything is DONE with that or written more coherently #heroes of olympus #luke castellan #i got an ask!#percy jackson

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sagefzy · 3 years

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PART ELEVEN: THE PERFORMANCE

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After sitting down for about ten minutes, Atsumu redirected his attention to the now dimming lights. The once lit up auditorium was now only being illuminated from the light appearing on the stage. There was almost an entrancing aura in the room, everyone gathered in the same room for the sole purpose of watching people showcase their musical talent. Though completely different activities, he couldn't help but be reminded of the similar feeling when watching a volleyball match.

Although Suna had mentioned to him many times that he and you had two very distinct and different personalities, he couldn't help but disagree. From the little he'd observed, you both had strong passions that you had dedicated your whole lives to. Even though you two may approach situations differently. You both have a mutual understanding of the thrill that comes with pushing yourself to the limit for something.

He had never really chosen to get to know another person on a deeper level. Of course, there was Osamu, but that didn't really count since that was his brother. Additionally, his friendship with Suna was only a byproduct of Osamu's friendship with him. Atsumu constantly had girls throwing themselves at him, and even though he enjoyed basking in their attention, he knew that they were only in love with the idea of him.

Outside of volleyball and his family, he never got the chance to have a close relationship with someone, but that was something he was willing to sacrifice for the sake of achieving his dreams. Not to mention, he always had the lingering fear that, in the end, people only hung out with him to get close to Osamu. He really hoped that you were an exception to that case.

The competition had to at least been going on for an hour now, Atsumu thought to himself. When he imagined attending a piano competition, he envisioned a relaxing show that he could attend for free, but that wasn't the case. Instead, he spent his time watching musicians attempt to play grand, complex pieces to perfection, but at most they only achieved mediocre performances. Just how long was it going to take for you to come on stage?

"Now presenting contestant 105, l/n y/n. Playing piano concerto number one in E minor, opus eleven: two. Romance larghetto."

His eyes were directed to your figure that now walked onto the stage. Your head held high, your footing confident. Atsumu grinned, noticing that you were sporting that perfect smile of yours. He watched as you took a deep breath while fixing your stool.

Before your hands touched the keys, he observed how, for a quick second, your eyes changed from confident to anxious when studying the crowd. Your eyes were glued in the same spot briefly, however they were quickly averted back to the instrument. Could it be that large crowds made you anxious? No, it couldn't be, you seemed way too confident walking out on stage. He wondered just what made you apprehensive.

He continued to watch you intently.

Your fingers graced the keys. They quickly found their tempo and danced to the rhythm. You didn't miss a single beat nor note as you played. Everything was played to perfection, just as it always was.

Your smile disappeared, only to be replaced with a face of precision and focus. Your hands produced a soft melody, making the sound glide into his ears. No previous performer enchanted the audience like you did. The notes danced and swayed in the air.

Your song had so much power to it. It was as if a mystical spell was casted in the room the minute that you started to play. Atsumu's eyes widened as he watched you get lost in the song. There was absolutely no hesitation as you played. Your body was completely in tune with the instrument.

Although you weren't saying anything, you were telling a story to everyone in the room, captivating them. It was all perfect. Your rhythm, notes, tempo, and tone- it was exactly as written on paper. You quite literally were playing the piece perfectly. However, the story you were telling with your music, wasn't quite your own, but rather the composer.

You were guaranteed a first place win since you were playing a technical piece perfectly, but it lacked the emotion. You played it exactly as the composer intended, nothing more, nothing less.

Atsumu recognized the seemingly stoic look on your face. It wasn't something he could decipher easily at first, but now hearing you play, he could understand it. You were so obsessed, so intent with playing it perfectly, something he often found himself partaking in when in an important match. You were perfect, but at what cost?

There was no denying that you were extremely talented, certainly more talented than himself, he thought. But, he could only imagine how much more captivating you could be when expressing your own emotions with your talent.

As your song neared its end, the whole room stood up in applause. You stood up, knowing you played it perfectly, but you still felt empty. You remember a time where you used to love savoring the gratification from an overwhelmed audience. Now, however, you stood in front of everyone clapping for your perfect performance, and you couldn't feel less accomplished. Perhaps you were being too hard on yourself. When did playing piano turn into a chore?

You glanced to the top of the audience, the same place you were looking before the performance, and locked eyes with your dad. The same unreadable expression was present on his face. He shook his head and walked out the exit door. Your chest grew heavy, trying its best to hold in your tears in front of the audience.

You bowed in front of the audience, trying your best to conceal the emotions running rampant in you. You swiftly paced yourself offstage, running past your mentor who was there for support and into the backstage bathroom.

Your back leaned on the heavy door, all of your bottled feelings washing out. You looked at your face in the mirror, placing two hands over your heated cheeks. Your eyes started to sting, but you still stared into the reflection. Anger, disappointment, humiliation, vulnerability, and most of all, loneliness. You let it all spill out at that moment.

There was so much more you wanted to do with your music, but at that moment no amount of praise could convince you that it was worth it. All in life you ever wanted to do was make your dad proud, show him that you are worthy enough to be your mother's daughter. Was anything you did ever going to be good enough for him?

"y/n, it's Haruka-sensei." A voice from the door knocked. "I thought you played the piece perfectly, I'll be in the lobby, so come out when you're ready."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Your hands made their way to your face again, this time cleaning up the tears and smudged mascara. Looking up one last time, you smiled into the mirror. Over the years, you convinced yourself that if you faked being happy enough, eventually you will be. It's not like anyone could tell the difference from it anyways.

You opened the door slowly, trying to gain your composure again. You bumped into many kids roaming the halls backstage looking anxious to perform. The maze of people was something you were now used to navigating.

The lobby was empty with the exception of your sensei and dad, everyone else still in the auditorium watching the final stretch of the performances. Haruka-sensei and your dad didn't get along for the most part, which is why you weren't surprised when you saw them standing in completely opposite areas of the room.

Your dad was first to approach you. "What did you think that was?" His voice was laced with alcohol. Your gaze met his. His eyes filled with resentful judgement. "You think you can get away playing like shit and make your way to the top?"

Droplets of tears fell to the ground once more. "I asked you a question!"

You looked to the ground. "No, I know I'll never be good enough." You sniffed harshly, still trying to maintain your composure, but failing. You hated crying in front of your dad. It was arguably the worst feeling in the world, like you were being isolated in a dark void with nothing but disappointment.

He watched you cry. You could feel his gaze burning into the top of your head, which still faced the ground in fear. All of a sudden, you felt a harsh grip on your wrist that was sure to leave a bruise.

"And don't you ever forget that," He spat. "I bet your mother is even more repulsed by you than I am. It's a joke that you think you'll ever be anything great." He shook your arm firmly, forcing you to see the aggravation displayed on his expression.

"That's enough," Haruka yelled, shoving your dad to the side. She might've been a small lady, but she sure did know how to stand her ground. "I can't stand hearing you spread such bullshit hatred to your own daughter. You make me sick. Why don't you go and get yourself even more drunk. Maybe you'll wake up and find yourself passed out on a park bench."

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. He left the building, leaving just you and Haruka.

"Listen, y/n, I think you played beautifully. Your technique was perfect, and with just a few tweaks here and there, I'm sure you'll be more than ready to take the top spot at nationals." She praised. She gave you a genuine smile and pulled you into a hug.

Feeling overwhelmed, you started to cry for the third time that hour. "Shh- don't worry about your dad, he's just a loser-asshole that projects all his issues onto you." You felt comforted by her embrace. Although she'd only known you for about a month now, Haruka had quickly become one of your favorite piano mentors. She had the loving presence and embrace of a mother, something that was so foreign to you at first.

After your heavy tears and emotions subsided, you re-entered the backstage hallways. You sat in the corner of the hallway, directing your attention to a boy- who couldn't have been any older than twelve. He sat next to his mom, holding her hand as he kept on muttering about his nervousness.

You watched as the mom eased his nerves with a single statement. "My child, I love you now, and I'll still love you after you go out and perform." The words warmed your heart. The affection from a mother was a distant memory in your mind. You could never recall a moment you were sad around your mother. Why did she have to leave so soon?

Before the kid could respond, he was called out to perform. He hugged his mom quickly and scrambled to the stage. You sat there lost in your thoughts, imagining what life would be like if your mother didn't pass away so early on.

You sighed. There was no use in fantasizing about a false reality even if it brought you temporary peace from your discomfort. What only mattered now was the present moment.

You noticed that the boy was back, a giant grin plastered on his face as he met up with his mother, it'd only be a few minutes until the winners were announced. Soon enough, all of the competitors were asked to reconvene at the stage.

You looked out at the audience again, but this time it was different. Rather than feeling anxious when meeting the gaze of someone, you felt content. Atsumu flashed his famous smirk and displayed a thumbs up, only to be quickly smacked down by Osamu. The two seemed to get into an argument after that, making you look at Suna who was now a giggling mess. The whole event made you laugh, momentarily forgetting about the heavy reign of disappointment on your shoulder.

However, the three of them got their act together once the top three standings were being announced. This part always made you fidgety. The uncertainty of the outcome always twisted your stomach in knots. Once second and third place were announced you took a deep breath, hoping that you were to be crowned first.

"And-" Here it was, you thought. The moment that decided whether or not you'd go to nationals. "-first place for the Hyogo Regional piano competition goes to-" You could feel your heart beating out of your chest. Your nails dug into your arm, the tension eating away at you. "-l/n y/n."

You almost jumped to the front of the stage when they announced your name. You did it, despite what your dad said, you did it. And it didn't matter what hateful words of disappointment he spat at you because in that very moment, you were enough.

Atsumu watched as you were handed a certificate. A radiant smile now present on your face. This smile was different, though. The one he was used to seeing was the seemingly perfect one, the one so perfect it was almost fake. The one you wore right now was one of genuine, heartfelt joy. Was this the real you? Just what else were you hiding under that perfect smile?

Osamu tapped his shoulder. "Stop staring at yer little girlfriend and let's go to the lobby before it gets too crowded. Suna said we're going to go out for udon."

"Yeah, yeah 'm coming," He muttered, never once taking his eyes off of your smile.

fun facts !

Osamu and Atsumu are notorious for always being late for everything, whether it be 10 minutes to an hour.

Atsumu daydreams when he's bored, only paying attention to what he wants to.

Every time Osamu cooks, he always puts on music in the background and it always differs depending on his mood.

smau written by @sagefzy

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jay-wells-writes · 3 years

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Best 20 Bucks ever (August Corbin x reader)

Okay so I was asked to another Corbin story and this is what I came up with. No smut this time around but Corbin with babies and reader being done with peoples shit.

Like I have said before, August Corbin is from Sleepy Hallow. BUT this is NOT a Sleepy Hallow story. I just took the man and name from that show. I hope you all enjoy!

Gif found on the interwebs

When your Grandma left the house to you, your Aunts and Uncles agreed with the changes to the will. Unfortunately your Grandma’s sister didn’t. She believed that the house and everything in it should have gone to her and her kids, she was “Your Grandma’s sister after all.” and it was a family home that had been passed on to your Grandma by their parents. The thing was, when your Grandma had been sick, neither her sister nor her sisters' kids were there to help. Hell they weren’t even around when she got better.

So when the towns folks found out about you dating Corbin most had been happy, but the select few that weren’t, had your distant family putting ideas and thoughts into their heads. For the most part, whenever they showed up at the dinner or had an issue that required the law you and Corbin stayed away and let the others deal with them.

You should have known that something was going to go down when you saw your Great Aunt and her children walking into the diner. Of course it had been busy so you weren’t given enough time to think about it. Instead you greeted them like you would anyone else and made your way to the pick up window to grab the order that just came up. Walking back to the counter you were busy placing your next order in the system when the hostess came and stood next to you.

“Kinda got a problem and I was left in a bind.”

Almost instantly you knew what her problem had been. Letting out a sigh, you turned to the young girl and smiled.

“What did they make you do, Kim?”

“They all but demanded that they be seated in your section. They believe it is wrong that you refuse to wait on them. But they had a party of seven so they couldn’t sit in your last open spot.”

Laughing, you shook your head.

“Doesn’t sound like a problem to me.”

“It wouldn’t be, but that evil woman had smiled and told me that it was alright. That they would sit at the next table, but that she wanted her granddaughter and the guy she is with to sit at your table. I find it kinda odd that she would bring her whole family on a date.”

Instead of laughing you felt your heart drop, because you knew that your Great Aunt only had one Granddaughter and she was already in a hush hush relationship with her boss. So you knew they were plotting something. Looking at the table you began to shake, more so out of anger.

“Y/n, are you okay? You're really pale, but I can see in your eyes that you are pissed off?”

Turning to look at Kim you smiled lightly and nodded your head.

“I am fine, they just took it too far this time.”

You quickly finished putting the order in the system before grabbing two glasses of water. Taking a deep breath you then made your way to the table. You didn’t need to look at Kim to know that she was telling the others you were upset by the new guest. And if you had anyone to bet with you would have bet that in the next 30 minutes either August or one of his deputies would be walking into the diner.

Setting the glasses down you weren’t even able to get a word out before your Great Aunt was speaking from the next table.

“Look who we found y/n! We ran into Tom while visiting family last week and when we learned that you two had dated I just knew we needed to bring him this way so that you guys could see each other again.”

Plastering a smile on your face you nodded to your Great Aunt before turning back to the table. Looking at your distant cousin you couldn’t help but put her on the spot as you spoke a little louder then needed.

“Betty, I heard that there were some issues at the shop the other night and that it had you and your boss there extra late. I also noticed that you and him were the only ones not at the high school game a few weeks back.”

Taking a drink of her water you watched as Betty looked down at the table and you couldn’t help but genuinely smile as her Mother spoke from the next table.

“That’s my Betty. Always staying late to help her boss close. While he told me the other day that out of all his employees Betty is the sweetest and he doesn’t know what he would do without her.”

You had to bite your lip from saying “Probably his wife” because you weren’t going to play their games, but also because you knew that her boss's wife had known about the affair and was planning on letting them and everyone else know she knew, when they celebrated her birthday next week. Instead you nodded your head and smiled sweetly before turning to look at Tom. Almost instantly your smile dropped from your face as you spoke.

“Tom.”

Laughing loudly Tom stood and pulled you in for a hug.

“y/n! Surprise!” as Tom sat back down you couldn’t help but notice that the secretary for the station came in and made her way to the counter. Laughing at August’s subtle way of finding out what was going on you rolled your eyes as Tom continued to talk. “Imagine my surprise when I met your Great Aunt last week and learned that she was related to you. Why I think we spent a good couple of hours talking about me and you, didn’t we Ma'am?”

You couldn’t help but feel your skin crawl as your Great Aunt chuckled as she answered Tom.

“That we did. Why, I was so upset to learn that when he moved away you didn’t go with him y/n. He is such a sweet young man.”

Hearing your Great Aunt say young the way she had, had you taking a deep breath and speaking up. Unfortunately between both tables your nerves had been shot and you couldn’t help but say what was on your mind.

“Hmmm. Well just make sure you count all your money before this sweet young man leaves your house. Truthfully you should count yourself lucky that you weren’t younger yourself. Had you been, I am sure he would have sweet talked you into giving him more than all your money before he split like he did on me.”

You could see Tom turning red with anger as he shot up from his seat, but before you or him could say anything Dale was coming from the back and stepping next to you with his arm around your waist.

“Y/n, I knew I shouldn’t have let you work a double today, you're wearing yourself thin. Heck August is gonna kill me if he sees how tired you are. The other girls are gonna take over your tables. I want you to go home and rest, I am also giving you tomorrow off.”

Before anyone could say anything Dale was twisting you around and pushing you lightly to the back. As you walked away you tried to pretend that you weren’t crying, but you knew that everyone saw the tears falling down your face. Before the back door shut you could hear your Great Aunt’s voice raising and Dale’s voice raising to meet hers.

Walking into Dale’s office you waited for about 10 minutes before he walked in. Before you could even say anything though Dale was lifting his hand and shaking his head.

“Don’t you dare apologize. In mine and everyone else's eyes you did nothing wrong. In fact it has been a long time coming. It’s just too bad you didn’t let that evil woman really have it."

Laughing as you wiped away your tears you shook your head.

"Okay, I am not sorry for slightly losing it. But I am sorry for causing a scene. I can just imagine how many people are calling/telling August about this."

"He called me and I told him I would call him back after I checked on you. Just forget about tonight, go home and get some rest. We will see you in a couple of days."

Shaking your head you stepped up to Dale and the door. Kissing him on the cheek you began to walk away as you called over your shoulder.

"You'll see me tomorrow. They are just butt hurt that they can't have my house. And just like my house, they ain't getting my job."

Walking to the front you didn't look back at the tables but you knew they heard what you had said and that made you smile as Dale's laughter filled the back.

You were woken up later that night, when you felt your bed shift and a large arm pulling you to the warm body behind you. A quick look at the clock showed it was just past midnight. Letting out a sigh you pushed yourself further into August. Even without saying anything you could tell he wanted to talk but at the moment you didn't. Rolling to face him you reached up and ran your hand over his cheek as you shook your head.

"Not tonight. I know we need to talk and I want to, I just can't tonight. You already know everything that happened between us. Right now I just want you to hold me."

Instead of saying anything August smiled down at you before quickly kissing you. Pulling away from the kiss he placed a hand on your head and pulled you to rest your head just under his chin. Between his breathing and the warmth that surrounded you, you were back to sleep instantly.

The next morning you happened to wake up before your alarm went off. Knowing that August was off today you slipped from bed as best you could without waking him. After a quick shower you walked into the kitchen to see August making coffee.

"Oh hell no. It is your day off. Get your ass back into bed."

Laughing at your slight outburst August pulled you to himself and placed his face into your neck.

"I will only go back to bed if you're with me."

Knowing that he wasn't going to let you go and that you couldn't break out you wrapped your arms around him and moved your head so that he could bury himself further into your neck.

"Dale told you he gave me today off and that I didn't take it?"

Standing straighter, August moved you so that you were against the counter next to the coffee maker. You couldn’t help but let out a yelp when he picked you up and placed you on the counter. Pulling your legs apart he stepped forward and rested his arms against your legs. Giving you a small smile August nodded his head.

“Dale did. I also knew you wouldn’t take the offered day off and that you would be going into work today.” Standing to his full height you watched as August began to fill his travel mug with coffee. “It so happens that Dale is down a cook, so I told him that I would help him out this morning. Now get that sweet ass of yours in the truck, we're gonna be late.”

Giving you a quick kiss, August helped you off the counter and smacked your ass to get you moving. A part of you was annoyed that August was being overprotective but another part of you was getting turned on by how August was showing his dominant side. Smiling you pushed yourself closer to him as you began to play with the collar of his t-shirt.

“This isn’t a good idea, Aug.” You could see that August was getting ready to argue so you began to shake your head. “No, no it’s not what you think. It’s because of you going all alpha male.”

Grabbing your hips, August shook his head.

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

Smiling, you brought your hand up and ran your fingers down his neck.

“Oh no. See I know you and I know that you aren’t going to throw your weight around and act all tough. You're going as my backup, you just want to be there in case it gets to a point I CAN’T handle it, and THAT is a major turn on. But the big issue and why this isn’t a good idea is because I remember that cook out and how good you looked grilling.”

Pulling you flushed against him August began to run his fingers down your chest.

“Oh, you mean that day you wore those shorts that showed off your legs amazingly and that low cut tank top? Guess it’s a good thing you aren’t wearing that top, damn I couldn’t keep my eyes off your chest.”

Pushing back you took a small step towards your bedroom.

“Oh, so you want me to change into it?”

Laughing as he grabbed your waist and pushed you to the door, August spoke into your ear.

“Hell no. I can’t blame the grill for burning the food like I did that day.”

Just like you had thought, having August cooking was a mistake. He was doing everything he could to tease you and it was driving you crazy. It had been a slow morning so August was helping move things that Dale couldn’t anymore. And that meant you had to stand there and watch as August flexed and grunted, two things he knew drove you crazy.

You weren’t sure what was said after you left the following night but you had a feeling that Dale had told them not to ask questions because everyone looked like they wanted to but didn’t. Since it was the end of the week you and the other waitresses ended up rotating tables and that meant it was your time at the counter.

Hearing the bell ring above the door you turned away from August to see one of his deputies walking in with his wife and their newborn twins. Giggling with happiness you called them over to the counter and then yelled for August. Turning and seeing one of his men, August chuckled and made his way over. You and August have been to the couples house multiple times since the babies were born. But it was like seeing them for the first time every time. After explaining that they heard August was cooking for Dale they figured coming to get some lunch would be nice. Of course the minute August saw the babies, cooking went out the door.

You had been standing there watching August as he fed one of the twins when you heard a cough from beside you. Turning around any traces of your happiness left your face immediately.

"Tom. What the hell do you want?"

Keeping your eyes on Tom you could see August stand straighter at hearing you say Tom. Looking at him you noticed that Tom wore no smile on his face today.

"Those were some nasty things you said last night y/n."

"Because all of them are true."

“Listen, I came here at their request. They made it sound like I was going to be welcomed by you.”

“Why in the hell would I welcome you Tom? You literally took everything I had. I was kicked out of my home because you made me believe you had been paying the rent. I went into debt because of you, I lost everything because of you. So again why in the hell would I be welcoming to you?”

From the look on Tom’s face you could tell that everyone in the diner was now watching the both of you. You wanted nothing more than August to wrap his arms around you, but a major part of you had been happy when he didn’t. A quick look back at him showed that he was still by his deputy and that he still had one of the babies on his shoulder. Hearing Tom’s voice had you turning around and looking back at him.

“Y/n, listen. We are getting a crowd, why don’t we step outside and talk this over.”

“There is nothing to talk about Tom. You came here hoping to find a broken lonely person. Someone you could talk your way back into their lives. But the thing is, Tom, I am not that person. You leaving me was the best thing that could have happened. Because it brought me closer to my Grandmother and introduced me to new people. If you had still been in the picture I am 110% sure I wouldn’t have what I have now. And as for the crowd, you had no problem having a crowd last night.”

“Your Great Aunt said the house was falling apart. She brought me here in hopes that I could get you to sell it to her. That she had offered to buy it before and you said no to her offer. That you got involved with an older man and she couldn’t help but think he was a bad influence on you. Come on y/n, sell the house, leave the grandpa, and we can find a place together away from that old crazy lady.”

You were seeing red and you didn’t even need to look back at August to know that he was holding his hand up to stop his deputy from coming after Tom.

“Okay, first off IF IF I was to ever sell the house, I would NEVER move back in with you. You are only trying to get me to do it, because that crazy old lady gave you a number and you saw a chance to take even more from me. Understand and understand now, I WILL NEVER COME BACK TO YOU! That brings me to the second thing. August is one hell of a man and one hell of a person. You are fucking as crazy as my Aunt if you thought I would leave him for you. Unlike you he has held a job for longer than a week. Hell he has been at his job for years. That Grandpa could pick you up and throw you further than your ego. Listen, I am done. I am done with this conversation, I am done with you and I am done with her. So go back and tell that crazy ass lady th- Wait. No, hold on for a moment.”

Turning to look at August you couldn’t help but smile at how proud he looked at you. At some point he had given the baby back, but he still remained with the group. When your eyes turned to Davies and his wife you could see August grin as he figured out what you were about to do. “Hey Davies, how is house hunting going?”

Hearing his name being spoken, August's deputy looked at you as he sat straighter.

“No luck so far.”

“Well I just heard about a nice small two bedroom.”

“That so? Want to give me the name of who’s selling it?”

Smiling, you walked over to the group and held out your hand.

“You have a 20 on you?”

Looking at you like you had just grown a second head Davies reached into his wallet and pulled out a 20. Placing it in your hand you smiled and turned to August before looking back at Davies.

“Congratulations. You are now the proud owner of a small two bedroom house located right here in town. You just need to give the last owner time to move out and it is all yours.”

Smiling at the reaction on Davies face and seeing his wife crying you smiled at them. Hearing shouting from the end of the counter you turned to look at Tom as he stood quickly. Almost instantly Davies was pulling his wife behind him as August did the same to you.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! 20 bucks! You just sold that house for 20 fucking bucks when that old hag was going to give you 40,000 for it! What the hell are you thinking?”

Looking at Tom you tilted your head when something crossed your mind.

“She wasn’t going to buy the house for 40,000 Tom. So where did that number come from?”

Seeing that he slipped up Tom looked down before bringing his eyes back up.

“The old hag was going to give me 10,000 if I talked you into selling. We could have had an extra 10,000 but you just fucked that up.”

You didn’t even realize you had been moving until August’s arms wrapped around your waist.

“YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! I KNEW ALL YOU FUCKING WANTED WAS THE FUCKING MONEY!”

“FUCK YES I WANTED THE MONEY! WHO THE FUCK WOULDN’T!”

Suddenly tired you dropped your head forward.

“Just get the fuck out of hear Tom. I am done with this. Go back and tell my family that I sold the house to a family that deserves it.”

“This is a public place, you can’t kick me out.”

For the first time since all this began August spoke up, and hearing his voice had you instantly relaxing.

“Actually, when Dale isn’t here she is in charge. So if she wants you out, you're out.”

Seeing how you had been resting on August, you saw Tom’s eyes widen when he realized August was who you were seeing. And he suddenly laughed.

“Oh this is great. This is your new boyfriend? This is who you choose? Of course he has had his job for years, it’s not like people are lining up to be cooks. Jesus y/n, small town life has really fucked with your head."

Before you could say anything August was moving you to the side and making his way to Tom. For the most part Tom tried to act like he was scared but you could see the fear in his eyes as August stood over him.

"Say what you want about me I don't care. But since you have been in this diner you have been down right rude to y/n. Who happens to be working, so the way I see it you are harassing her. So I will tell you one more time. Get out of the diner and don't come back."

Instead of listening to August, Tom tried to stand tall. And even though you couldn't see August’s face you knew he was smirking.

"So I take it you are refusing then?"

"Yeah I am refusing. There is nothing you can do to me. She has no say where I can and can't be."

Shaking his head, August turned to look at Davies.

"You my witness?" Instead of answering, Davies nodded his head. Turning to the small group of people that were in the diner he asked the same question. After getting confirmation from them, August turned back to Tom. "Last chance."

"Please….. it's not like you can arrest me."

Smiling big and stepping even closer to Tom August shook his head.

"Oh, but that's exactly what I am doing."

Before Tom could say anything more August was grabbing him by his arm and pushing him down onto the counter. You couldn’t help but giggle when you heard Tom yelp in shock. To your surprise you watched August pull cuffs from his back pocket and cuff Tom. Just as he pulled Tom up a couple of his deputies came in. When Tom saw them he instantly started yelling about August, but instead of replying to Tom they looked at August.

"Hey Chef we were told that you may need some help down here?"

Almost instantly Tom stopped yelling and you noticed his face turning pale white. Pushing Tom to the two deputies, August let out a sigh.

"When have you known me to need help? Nah, Tom here just didn't want to listen when the manager on shift told him to leave. Now I will tell you that Tom is her ex so we have what some may say is a conflict of interest."

"How do you want us to handle this Chef?"

"Just take him to his hotel room, make sure he packs and follow him out of town." Turning to Tom August nodded his head. "I don’t want to see you back in town."

After Tom and the deputies left you felt a weight being lifted. Hearing Davies calling your name you turned to him and smiled.

"What’s up?"

"So….."

Seeing the distress in his eyes you knew what he was trying to ask.

"Yes, the house is yours."

"But it was your Grandma’s house."

"It was. But Davies, you and your wife were always favorites of hers. She always prayed that you guys would be able to have a child. She would be extremely happy that I sold it to you and your family."

"But for 20 bucks?"

Laughing, you hugged them both before turning back to August.

"Best damn 20 bucks I ever made. Meet me at the courthouse tomorrow and we will have them change the deed over to your name."

Turning back around you watched as August made his way to you. The minute he was in reach you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his chest.

"Should have stayed in bed." Laughing loudly August hummed in agreement. "So Aug?"

Looking up you saw that August was looking down at you.

"What's up?"

"So it turns out I need a place to crash for a few days."

Laughing you felt as August ran his hand up and down your back.

"You can stay with me. But I have one condition."

"What's that?"

"It isn’t for a few days. You aren't allowed to leave."

Pulling on his shirt you had August bring his face down to yours. Once he was in reach you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him as you nodded your head in agreement.

#august corbin #clancy brown #from sleepy hallow but not a sleepy hallow story

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