#this is still so baffling to me like wh.
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pocketful of sunshine || dr3 scenario
dad!daniel ricciardo x mom!ofc (måneskin member!ofc)
POSSIBLE EXTENSION TO HERE COMES THE SUN
Summary: Dark curls, wide smiles, clinginess — Beau Ricciardo, the birthday boy, checked off the list of things that made him the Alpha Tauri driver Daniel’s mini me and the Måneskin bassist Lester was the one to confirm that.
Content warning: WHOLESOME FLUFF, brief Italian dialogue + translation, mentions Lando Norris x OFC (Nicola), zoo trip + an Irwin appearing, Dad!Danny loves his boy so much I might cry, too much fluff, frowny and happy baby, nicknames (‘little par’ = see this fic for reference)
Note: My body is on an all time low rn but I’ve had this in my draft for a while so… enjoy xx
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“Danny~ what’s taking you so—“ Lester Ricciardo abruptly stopped herself from saying anything more as her eyes were trained on her husband and son.
It was as if they were caught in the act, both Daniel and Beau Ricciardo’s eyes widening after chatting amongst themselves over the pair of shoes that Daniel had put on the one year old.
Well… it was more like Daniel was doing the talking while Beau would provide an input or two— a series of babblings that no one really understood. Apparently, putting on Beau’s shoes took longer than expected Lester had to check and see what they were on.
“Wh- mio caro, it’s almost— eleven,” Lester told Daniel with a baffled voice. “The zoo staff will come looking for us if we don’t head there soon.”
“Yeah, we’re done here, look at him,” Daniel presented Beau to his wife with a beam. “Handsome boy, no?”
Lester’s frown softened when she laid her eyes on her son. This little being that once grew inside her body was bigger now and she hated it so much.
Beau Ricciardo was supposed to stay a baby, and it wasn’t as if she could fault him for growing so much. She just wished he didn’t grow this fast.
Beau’s big smile, despite being small, lightened up her world as much as Daniel’s grin and cheeky comments did. He was so much like Daniel.
“Very handsome indeed,” Lester grinned after Beau’s smile widened at the sight of his Mum. “You’re a very handsome boy, bambino. Vorrei che tu non dovessi crescere così velocemente. Credo di poter incolpare tuo padre per questo, eh?” I wish you didn’t have to grow this fast. I guess I can blame your father for this, eh?
It was as if Beau could easily grasp the Italian words that escaped his mother’s mouth as he nodded eagerly.
Daniel laughed heartily at his boy’s response and picked him up, allowing Beau to cling to him. “A smart boy, too. My little bilingual boy,” Daniel praised, giving a peck on his son’s cheek. “Only problem is— are your Zia Cola and Zio Lando ready?”
Now, both Daniel and Lester loved Lando Norris dearly — as if he was family already (god bless his relationship with Lester’s sister and all that) but they both loathed how late he could get on certain occasions. If he was to do that on this occasion— during his godson Beau’s birthday trip to the Australia Zoo — then God only knew what Lester could do to him. He might get strangled or he might be able to get away from it but Lester would aim for the former.
“Oh mio dio,” Lester swore beneath her breath, her face etching with annoyance before she sighed. “Let’s just leave them— we’re going to be late.”
“I’ll call them,” Daniel told his wife, a smile still resting on his face as he said, “You have to relax—“
“Danny—“
“Beau is one today, my darling,” Daniel grinned, eyes widening as a warning as he said, “We can’t be cranky on such a happy day! That right, bud? Can you say ‘sì’, Beau-Bear?”
“Sì!” Beau followed suit, raising his arms up to express his excitement and happiness. If only Beau wasn’t Lester’s adorable baby, his infuriatingly adorable smile would’ve led her to pinch his cheeks hard enough for him to cry.
“See?” Daniel gave Lester a reassuring smile before he reached over to kiss her on the forehead, “Happy day, Lori. Your son is growing big like his Daddy and we gotta be happy about it.”
It wasn’t every day someone got to say that they’d spent their first birthday in a zoo with an Irwin. It was Beau Ricciardo’s lucky day, perhaps. Not that he knew; he was only one.
As he continued to grow, his interest in animals became increasingly apparent. It was one of those things that Lester made sure he knew about, seeing as she spent her free time watching endless National Geographic documentaries about whatever.
Her free time, or rather a maternal leave from her band and some time away from the media, was time spent with her son.
She knew that Beau wasn’t going to be little forever. She could freely stay at home in comparison to Daniel, seeing as she created her own schedule and built her band from the ground up with her friends. Her job wasn’t as demanding as Daniel’s, and perhaps that was why Daniel wished to retire from racing after Beau was born.
The Formula One driver wasn’t able to see his son as much as his wife would, and every minute spent on the track was a minute that prevented him from becoming the best Daddy to Beau.
He never truly pointed that out to his wife, but Lester wasn’t blind and had immediately expressed that his career was what would eventually lead Beau to his successes; after all, they’ve got a future world champion in their hands.
But for now, that future world champion was just spending his time with an Irwin at the Australia Zoo. Beau’s gaze never left the zookeeper as Robert Irwin continued to tell a story about the koala that clung to him.
Lester peered down at her son and caught him staring, making her chuckle quietly and nudge her husband. She gestured to the boy in her arms as Daniel looked down, now giggling as well. Nobody seemed to have caught the laughter shared between the two but Beau as the one-year-old snapped out of his thoughts and looked up to his mother.
“Ha un accento diverso, no, il mio piccolo? Diverso come papà?” He’s got a different accent, no, my little one? Different like Daddy’s? Lester asked in a murmur, peppering her son’s face with kisses before she continued to listen to Robert.
“…And she is extremely clingy. She loves physical affection so would anybody like to come say hi to her?” Robert offered. “Mrs. Ricciardo, perhaps? Would you like to give her some love?”
Lester giggled, “I’ll watch from afar. I’ve got a koala in here myself!” Everybody laughed at the joke, grinning at the boy who continued to attach himself to Lester. “He’s quite clingy as well, too. Much like his Daddy, right, piccolino?”
Beau’s curious eyes eventually led him to reach out to the koala, slightly pulling himself away from Lester as his fingers managed to reach for the fur of the animal. Sadly, his biggest enemy right now was the ground that was waiting for him to fall and Lester’s arms that kept him in one place.
He grunted and squirmed in Lester’s arms. Beau’s curious expression turned sour before he exclaimed in frustration, “Ma!”
“No need to get angry, lad,” Daniel’s typical happy voice dropped an octave, his fatherly voice correcting his son’s behaviour. But Lester’s slight smile had him laughing quietly; they both couldn’t help that Beau’s struggle was adorable.
“Oh, d’ya wanna hold her… I’m sorry, what's his name?” Robert asked the people around him before repeating their answer, “Beau? D’ya want to say hi? C’mon, then lad. Would anybody like to hold Lily to get her close to Beau?”
“I’ll do it,” Daniel volunteered, finding himself grinning at the mammal in his arms as the koala was shifted from Robert’s hold to his.
A photographer, one that was hired for Ricciardo's private zoo trip, had angled to take photos of Daniel and the koala. He then shifted around to take some photos of Beau as the toddler cautiously approached the animal.
When his tiny hand started to caress the fur of the animal, the koala had then nuzzled her face to his hand with a content expression.
Beau looked up to his mother with an amazed look, his mouth forming an ‘O’ shape before turning to his father who, too, shared the same surprised look as him.
Daniel then asked, “What do you think, Beau-Bear?”
Beau turned back to his mother and then his relatives before giggling, patting the koala on the head once more as he grinned endlessly. Lester could really die at the sight of Beau and Daniel smiling.
So much like his father, indeed.
“Beau, Beau— look at Daddy,” the boy glanced at his father before giggling hysterically, hiding at his mother’s chest as Daniel pulled a goofy face.
“A giggly one, ain’t ya?” Lando grinned at Beau, reaching out to Beau and tickling the boy lightly.
“His dad is literally the colour yellow,” Lester’s sister, Nicola, laughed quietly. “Go figures, Lando.”
Lester continued to wrap her arms around the boy as Beau nuzzled closer, her tattooed hand reaching out to massage his dark curls as his face contently cuddled against her skin.
“Look at ‘im,” Daniel cooed quietly, reaching out to rub Beau’s back. “Such a momma’s boy, ain’t you, mate?”
“All he wants is cuddle,” Lester rolled her eyes playfully, her wedding band glimmering under the sun as she continued to play with Beau’s hair. “Cuddle from me. Sound familiar?”
“Oh, hundred percent,” Daniel joked, “that’s all his Daddy, a’ight. You’re also Daddy’s son, aren’t you?”
Beau ignored everyone, only cuddling with Lester as he quietly rested on her lap.
“And now he’s ignoring everyone, too— a true Ricciardo, is what he is,” Lando giggled, poking Beau lightly on the side. “Little par, are you becoming like Daddy? You clingy boy.”
Beau sat straight for a moment, offering his godfather a scowl before resting back on Lester’s chest.
The couple gave each other a look before laughing quietly.
“That was a very Daniel thing for him to do,” Lester grinned. “Look at you and act so cranky? Oh my~”
“He’s so mean when he’s sleepy,” Lando’s mouth gaped open, looking at Nicola with bewilderment.
“Oh now that’s his Mum,” Daniel laughed, “you should see ‘er when she wants to stay in bed.”
“Yeah but out of all the things he could’ve gotten from me, that shouldn’t be one of them,” Lester huffed quietly, nuzzling Beau closer. Then she spoke to her baby, “Bambino— Beau, vuoi vedere un canguro o un orso?” Do you want to see a kangaroo or a bear? She asked, making the boy look at her with a curious expression as he tilted his head.
Lester sighed. Right, she thought, she hadn’t taught him Italian just yet.
Nicola, Beau’s aunt and Lester’s youngest sister, repeated the question for the boy, “Which one do you want to see? Kangaroos or bears?”
Beau babbled, making the adults nod. They didn’t really know what he was saying, yet they nodded as if they knew what he wanted.
“So, see some joeys then?”
“Mm- no,” Beau said, his partial Italian accent thickening for a brief moment after hearing his aunt speak in that accent. Both Daniel and Lester knew that even if he was to grow up in Australia, Beau was going to have an Italian accent. After all, his Mama’s accent was as thick as it could be and she had family and friends from Italy.
But Lando couldn’t help but laugh at the accent that escaped Beau’s mouth as he grinned playfully at the boy, “No? What a cute little accent you have, little par. Oh my god~”
“Alright we get it, he’s Italian,” Daniel rolled his eyes.
“No! But did you not hear him say ‘no’ like that before?” Lando almost fell over laughing, not even noticing the toddler as Beau scowled at his godfather.
Beau’s reactions, despite being a little sunshine like his Daddy Daniel, were copies of Lester’s usual annoyed expression.
Daniel first made this joke when Beau’s uncle Mateo met him for the first time— when Beau unwittingly scowled when Mateo spoke to him in Italian about moving the baby to Italy with him.
Nobody gets this reaction from Beau Ricciardo most of the time. Unless, of course, they happened to be his Uncles Scott, Lando and Mateo. And of course, unless they happened to be Beau’s grandfathers Joe and Giacomo. Oh, and Daniel’s nephew Isaac was another usual victim of the ‘Lester stink eye’ despite hanging around most of the time.
“Stop making fun of the lad, Lando,” Daniel cackled, “look at ‘im, he literally hates you right now.”
Then Beau added, ���Mmm— ba!”
“Argumentative point, Beau, but I’ll take it,” Lando stopped laughing and wiped his tear away. “Fine, I’m sorry for teasing ya, little par.”
“Mm- blav- do~“ Beau continued to frown.
Lester and Daniel could cry at the sight of their little man. He was the cutest thing to have ever existed. They wouldn’t trade him for the world.
But Lester was more in love than Daniel was. After all, Beau Lauda Ricciardo was his dad’s little carbon copy.
From the dark curls, dark eyes and cheeky grin— it was safe to say that Beau was Daniel’s little boy indeed. Not even her signature annoyed look could stop her from thinking that her son was, too, an epitome of sunshine and the colour yellow.
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some post wad weekend thoughts...
i just wrote all this on the plane and haven't read it through so apologies for any mistakes
first of all, this weekend was incredible. i usually just kinda sit at home doing not much of anything, and this was a much needed break to actually have some fun. london in general always lifts my spirits but i suppose that danisnotonfire guy contributed a little as well.
guys i think i've met more people the past few days than i otherwise have in years. like. holy shit. i started listing people but i'm petrified i'll forget someone so i chickened out, sorry about that. but you all know who you are. i've met friends i've had for years, people i used to know but haven't spoken to in what feels like a decade, newer friends, and a frankly baffling amount of people i didn't know yet but who told me they've followed me for ages. like holy fuck you guys lmao what the hell??? and i mean did the reaction ever get old no of course it didn't. bad for my ego i'm sure but totally worth it. there's something very amusing and incredibly surreal about being chronically lame in most aspects of life and then suddenly finding yourself in an environment where you're kinda cool???? SO fucking fun oh my god, but also i do kinda feel like i've tricked you all? but hey i'll happily let you keep believing i'm cool, that is more than fine with me.
most importantly though everyone was SO lovely. like i said i don't think i've spoken to this many people in such a short amount of time in years and every single person i talked to was awesome. guys did you know phannies are kind of great... don't tell anyone but, lowkey... everyone is so funny and cool and absolutely insane but in a good way (shoutout everyone left at the gates until the very end, we should probably get some help).
and then lastly of course, mr howell himself. i talk about this a lot i feel like but fuck me that man was born to perform. whether you think he's actually funny or not, nobody can argue he doesn't absolutely thrive on a stage. he plays off the audience so well and he's so very obviously having the time of his fucking life. i'd already seen the show twice before this, and i didn't think anything would top the previous london show but man... the first night he came back out after the show having clearly been tearing up backstage, apologising for being an inconsistent absent parent, and i can't lie the "i had daddy issues and THEN i subscribed to dan howell" got me cause yeah no literally dude, you nailed it, exactly, well done. i think something about doing this show again, his magnum opus as he considers it, now after the dapg return was very special to him. he seems genuinely surprised that so many of us were ready to just jump back in like nothing happened, i don't think he was expecting so many people to still be waiting and it's... man. he comes off so grateful for us all and it's so fucking sweet. and then on the last night, i think that was my favourite, when the show ended and he got the standing ovation and people throwing him flowers.. he was so HAPPY. and clearly overwhelmed with emotion which, i gotta say, there is something honestly kinda funny about daniel howell standing in front of you trying not to cry. like no by all means dude go ahead, please, you've made me cry an endless amount of times it's only fair.
ugh. i'm proud of him or whatever. dick. and i'm proud of our ridiculous fucking community. i'm not sure what 14 year old nora would say if you'd told me i'd still be kicking it in the phandom a decade on, but at almost 25 (fml) i'm so so happy to be here still. you know, we get a bad rep, but i genuinely think as far as fanbases go we're pretty solid. and i love you all so much.
i believe i will have to rob a bank or something because the next time dan and/or phil do a tour i think i'll have to just show up at every date like i'm sorry but this was too good of a high we need to do it again immediately
anyway. back to work 💪
(by which i mean giffing dan and phil. i am still very much unemployed. fr though i'm two whole videos behind this has never happened i feel weird. who am i)
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after my post about steve being just as obsessed with eddie as he is with him, i had to write something for it. with a little extra transfem!stevie flavour bc i have a serious problem
also on ao3 here
Robin has had enough. She’s spent all this time telling Stevie she’d always be there for her, but this is where she draws the line.
Stevie’s staring at Eddie Munson again.
Robin looked up from her shitty cafeteria food when she heard a dreamy sigh come from her best friend. Stevie had that look on her face again, the hopelessly besotted one that made Robin sure cartoony little love hearts would start popping up next to her head. Robin followed her eyeline and, yep, there was Eddie Munson, super-senior leader of the dungeons and dragons club, sticking carrot sticks up his nose to the uproarious laughter of his group of nerd friends. Robin shook her head in appalled fascination.
“Stevie. Babes. Why.”
Stevie turned towards her, tilting her head in confusion. “Huh? Why what?”
Robin waved a hand towards Eddie’s table. “Your obsession with Eddie Munson. It baffles me.”
“Wh- I mean-” Stevie flushed, looking back across the cafeteria with a shy little smile. “Just look at him, Robs.”
“Yeah, I’m looking. He’s trying to sneeze out a carrot stick he got stuck in his nose.”
Stevie giggled. “I know, he’s so funny!”
Shaking her head, Robin placed a delicate hand on her friend’s arm. “You don’t have to do this, y’know. I know pickings have been slim since you came out, but like. You’re still a catch! You have options!”
Stevie frowns. Robin hadn’t wanted to say it, but she knew Stevie had taken her ‘fall from grace’ after she transitioned pretty hard. She’d gone from King of Hawkins High to near social untouchable, and the whiplash had her privately confessing to Robin that sometimes she felt unlovable, like no one would ever want her again. It was ridiculous, but Robin understood that insecurity. She combatted it by complimenting Stevie whenever she could. And now by trying to dissuade her best friend from falling ass over tits in love with the first weirdo to be nice to her post-transition.
“It’s not that. He’s just so…” Stevie waved her hands around vaguely, searching for a word to accurately describe the apparent wonder that was Eddie Munson. Across the cafeteria, Eddie finally got the carrot stick out of his nose. He threw it towards the bin a foot away and missed, spectacularly. “He’s himself. It’s nice.”
“He’s himself.”
“Yeah! Like, he’s passionate about everything he does, and he’s not afraid of being judged for anything. It’s nice! Most people aren’t like that.”
“Most people are definitely not like Eddie Munson.”
Stevie rolled her eyes at her friend’s flat tone. “Plus, he’s super hot. And you can’t say anything about that one- you’re too gay to be an accurate judge.”
Robin groaned. “Steph, he dresses like an 80s vampire.”
“He has a distinct style!”
“It’s distinct alright- hey!”
Stevie had apparently had enough of Robin’s bitching, reaching over and trapping her in a loving sisterly headlock. They scrapped for a couple minutes, nearly knocking both their lunches off the cafeteria table, before being interrupted with a light cough.
Both girls looked up, Stevie immediately blushing a gentle pink as Eddie Munson appeared before them. He seemed nervous, fiddling with his rings and chewing on his lip. Robin watched the two stare at each other, and oh god. Eddie was down just as bad as Stevie was. He giggled a little manically at Stevie’s attention, pulling a lock of hair in front of his face and hiding behind it.
“Hi, Eddie,” Stevie said in a little breathless tone that had Robin about five seconds away from face-palming. She considered pulling out her phone and recording this conversation, just so that next time Dustin implied Stevie was some kind of goddess of romance Robin could show him the dumb little face she made as she stared at Eddie Munson’s chapped lips. “What’s up?”
Eddie smiled, shuffling his feet a little. “Um, so, my band is playing this Thursday- oh! Wait, I got you something-” He rummaged around in his bag for a second, cursing under his breath, before he finally pulled out a slightly crumpled looking sunflower and presented it to Stevie with a flourish. “A sunflower! Just reminded me of you- because you’re so sunny. Also it kind of matches that sweater you like.”
Stevie’s grin was blinding. She took the flower like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Oh my god! This is- Eddie this is beautiful!”
Eddie grinned and bounced on the balls of his feet a little bit, as if Stevie’s acceptance of his gift had filled him with so much happiness he was in danger of floating away. It was, unfortunately, the cutest thing Robin had ever seen.
“A beautiful flower for a beautiful girl,” he said, and the cringiness of the line had Robin taking back every positive thing she’d ever thought about him. Stevie seemed to enjoy it though, if the pleased blush that spread over her face was any indication. “But I wanted to ask you- totally cool if not, I know it’s not really your style- but I’ve been practising some new songs for y- I’ve been practising some new songs. So, yeah, if you wanted-”
“Eddie,” Stevie interrupted, smiling up at him and placing a gentle hand on his arm. Eddie turned bright red. “Thursday, right? It sounds fun, I’d love to come watch you play.”
“Really? Great! I can pick you up at seven?”
Stevie nodded happily, bringing the sunflower to her face and turning back to Eddie with another besotted grin. “Seven sounds perfect! I’ll see you then! Just let me- I’m gonna go put this in my locker so it doesn’t get squished, but- yeah, I’m really looking forward to it!”
Stevie stood up, grabbing her bag, and hurrying out of the cafeteria. When she reached the door, she turned back and gave Eddie a happy little wave, which he returned with a sort of dazed look on his face. As soon as she was out of the door, he did a weird little jump/fist-bump combination with a loud whoop that had everyone in the immediate vicinity looking over at him.
Robin cleared her throat pointedly.
Eddie looked at her with a sort of deer-in-headlights expression that honestly she appreciated. Let him be scared of her. “So,” she said. “You’re taking my best friend out.”
Eddie blushed a bit, smiling despite his apparent survival instinct. “Yeah,” he said, dreamily. “God, she’s so out of my league.”
“She is.”
“She’s just so… wow.”
“Eloquent.”
“One time I saw her bodily lift that curly-haired kid she babysits out of the way of a car. Like fully carry him a foot off the ground for five steps. And then yell at him for like ten minutes for being a dumbass. What a woman.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh, shit,” he said, looking down at Robin with a panicked look on his face. “You’re like, her sister basically, right? Was I supposed to get your permission to ask her out? Wait, no, that’s marriage. Later, then.”
“Okay, that’s enough of this,” Robin said, throwing her hands up and stalking out of the cafeteria, leaving a befuddled looking Eddie behind her.
They were just as bad as each other. Robin had a feeling she’d be cringing at those two at their wedding.
#steddie#transfem steve harrington#stevie harrington#eddie munson#platonic stobin#also keen eyed readers may notice how much i stole from the notes of that post everyone is so right and hilarious#my fics
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good morning on this fine friday at 5am my time! circe clawthorne jumpscare.
I truly think this is very very close to final, moreso than usual lol. I'm quite happy with this
I really can't tell if it would be more difficult for me to try and convert this into proper paragraphs or make it a comic...
well here it is. but wait there will be more!
•••
?: [distantly] Philip?
?: [closer] Philip!
?: Philip Wittebane!!!
P: [weirded out cuz hes in the middle of the woods] What in the–
C: [running up to him excitedly] Philip!!! It’s SO good to see you again!!!
P: [backing away] See me again? Do we know each other, Miss?
C: !
C: Come on, Philip!
C: Surely the King of the Witch Hunters can recognize the Dread Witch Beezelbella when he sees her!
—
P: …
C: [smile falters nervously] ...
[Philip bolts]
C: Wh- Philip!
[He sprints through the woods as fast as he can, but weaving between the trees slows him down.]
[Circe suddenly cuts Philip off, riding on her staff]
P: [flinches away from her so violently that he falls on his ass] GAH!!
C: What are you running away for?!
P: [shielding his face, peeking at her erratically, as if afraid to look directly at her for too long] You’re not real!! You’re some cruel illusion!!
P: Sent to– to torment me, or tempt me to forfeit my soul to the devil!
P: Well it WON’T WORK!! So– gh– [flails his hands in her general direction] BEGONE!
–
C: No no no no! No tricks, I promise!
C: [REALIZES SHE IS LEVITATING] Ah!!! Er…
[she jumps off the staff and holds it behind her conspicuously, too frantic to remember to store it as a palisman]
C: [smiling nervously] I meant to save that for later!
P: [STARING]
C: Here. :) [holds out her free hand to help him up]
P: [looks somewhere btwn angry and scandalized]
[Philip pushes himself further away from her before standing up on his own. He struggles a little because he now seems reluctant to take his eyes off her. Circe looks saddened but not entirely surprised.]
C: Really, I--
[tries to gesture, but is still holding the staff in one hand, and ends up accidentally swinging it towards Philip.]
[Philip flinches again, and stares at it like it might explode.]
[Circe quickly reduces the staff to just a bird and pockets the palisman in her cloak]
C: [smiling apologetically, holding up palms to show she’s unarmed] I’d never dream of hurting you!!
C: [looking at him and still smiling but with pleading, sad eyes] You know that, don't you Philip? No matter how we've changed, I...I'll always love you.
P: [mentally recalculating] …I...see.
C: [beams] Yes!! I pinky promise! [holds out pinky for a second, but quickly drops it]
P: [less defensive body language, but still clearly a little wary] Hm…
–
C: [a bit nervier] Ah-- before we go any further, I need to re-introduce myself!!
P: [skeptical] Re-introduce?
C: [trying to stay chipper but looking more stressed] I know I look different, but it’s…it’s still me!! [she pulls her hair back into a ponytail, looking a bit uncomfortable] See?
P: The…Dread Witch Beezelbella.
C: [frustrated] Your sis– your sibling!!! You know, the one who raised you?? Who spent all those years putting gruel on the table??
P: [frowning] The one who died seven years ago.
C: Er– well– I had to...go away for a while. But I’m here now!!
C: [trying to bulldoze through it] And really hardly anything has changed!
C: I've simply learned I’m much happier being your sister! That’s not too complicated, is it? You understand, don’t you??
P: I…suppose–
C: [bulldozing again] Spectacular!!!!
C: So, you’ll call me Ci– [seems to realize something] Er…just C.C. is fine for now! [nervy smile]
[Philip gives her a perplexed look]
C: Probably easier and, er…good for an Adjustment Period! [nods to herself]
P: [mostly just baffled] …C.C.
C: [nodding more] You've got it!! Same person, new gender! None of the old name and no man words, pretty please!
P: --
C: [before Philip can reply] Great!!!
C: Now, with all THAT out of the way: It’s YOUR turn! [stepping closer to him, as though she wants to hold his hands] Tell me everything! How are you?! What’s happened while I was gone? What have you been up to??
–
P: [leaning away] Oh. Er…
P: I’m…doing very well. I… [“thinks”, bringing a finger to his chin a little too theatrically]
P: …Goodness, so much has changed, I’m not even sure where to start!
P: Really, you ought to just visit the house with me and see what’s changed for yourself. [grabs her arm and gently tugs]
C: [Withdraws, very nervous] Oh, no no no, I can't go into town.
C: You and I of all people should know how–!
C: --!
C: [Squints]
P: …Is something the matter?
C: [Squints harder]
C: ...Do NOT Witch-hunt me, Philip!!!!
P: I have no idea what you’re talking about. I'm only trying to show you--
C: Oh for goodness' sake, NO!!!! I will NOT set foot in that town EVER again!!
P: ...Then you should wait here for just a moment, and I'll return shortly– [beginning to walk away]
C: [Grabs his arm to stop him leaving] [exasperated] I am not an idiot, Philip!!!
C: [sighs] Look, I know this is going to be difficult for you to accept, but magic didn't turn me evil! I'm still just ME!
P: [MAIDENLESS STARE]
–
[Circe continues holding Philip’s arm to keep him there, and for now, he lets her.]
C: As it turns out, you DON’T have to sell your soul for magic! We were completely wrong about it!
P: [EXTREMELY skeptical] Is that so?
C: [frustrated] It’s true! I could prove it to you!
C: ...Well, I guess I can’t PROVE that I still have a soul. Not that I know of. [to herself] I wonder if there’s a spell for that…
P: [extremely sarcastic] Perhaps we ought to enlighten the entire town to the existence of this fascinating *benign sorcery*.
C: [annoyed] Really, Philip?
P: Well, why not?? Since you can *prove* that it’s harmless, let's go prove it to everybody! It would make our lives *so* much easier…
C: Stop it.
—
P: Why, no one would have to do chores ever again!
C: Philip!
P: Maybe we could all be in one big witch’s coven together--
C: ENOUGH!!
C: You've been clear enough already!!!! You still don't like magic, and you don't trust me!!!
C: [takes a deep breath] ...
[Gently, Circe lets go of Philip's arm, which she had been gripping rather tightly.]
[She watches as though expecting Philip to bolt again, but he doesn't.]
[She fidgets with her sleeve as she continues.]
C: Philip, please. Just...just listen to me for a moment.
P: [Opens mouth, looking indignant]
C: [cutting Philip off] You don't have to believe me! I know that you...probably won't. I had hoped--
C: [doesnt finish that thought, looking bitterly sad]
C: ...There's something I need to tell you, but I want to know you'll listen.
P: [scoffs] Why bother if you know I won't fall for it?
C: Because...! Because I have to do something!
C: ...Philip--
[She reaches toward him, and he shrinks back.]
P: You've been gone for nearly a decade.
C: ... [confirmingly guilty face]
P: It took you that long to-- to bother telling me anything?!
P: Why in the hell would I want to believe that?!
—–
P: How could I?!
P: How could I possibly believe that you’d *vanish without a trace,*
P: and then– *reappear out of thin air,* just because-- what, the whim finally struck you???
C: No--! It-- it wasn't a whim, Philip, I would never--!
P: [pulling at his hair] AGH!! Then where have you *been??!!!* Why come back *now??!*
C: I-- it's difficult to explain--
P: I spent YEARS trying to hunt down that *witch*–!
[Circe grimacing/wincing rxn shot]
P: [gesticulating wildly] YEARS hopelessly wondering what might’ve become of you!!!!!
P: I WASTED my LIFE searching for answers!!!!
P: Of course I don't want to believe this!! That you could have come back this whole time, but-- [voice breaking]
P: ...But you chose not to.
–
C: 😟
P: [still angry, but quieter now] And what a cruel joke it would be, for you to finally be here.
P: [hand gravitating towards knife on belt] After I’d finally managed to give *up* on you.
[Circe wants to hug him. She wishes he were still small enough that she could pick him up and squeeze him with all her might. But she thinks better of it. No matter how much she loved Philip, she couldn't afford to trust him right now.]
[Philip's hand is hovering over the spot where Circe knows his knife sheath to be. She feels her heart break a little more.]
[She steadily meets his eyes and keeps her hands at her sides, ready to pull out her staff if necessary. She won't be able to hurt him the way he's apparently resolved to hurt her, but she could run away.]
[She had desperately hoped that Gravesfield's claws wouldn't be sunken so deeply into him, but she knew what it took to survive there. And he had been forced to survive it even longer than her.]
C: ...I’m sorry, Philip.
P: ...
C: I'm sorry for leaving you in Gravesfield alone.
C: I didn't think I had a choice.
[Circe shifts her weight uncomfortably. It feels wrong, measuring how she speaks to Philip, her brother, the person who knew her better than anyone not too long ago. But he isn't the only one she's protecting anymore.]
C: ...truthfully, I…
[It feels loathesome to admit after so many years of spending so much of her energy hiding it.]
C: …I thought you would be better off without me.
—
P: [genuine confusion] ...What?
C: You're a genius, Philip. I knew you could do anything you put your mind to. Make a real future for yourself.
C: But I-- I could barely even keep us fed until we--
C: [looking terribly guilty] ...started working together.
C: I thought that once you could take care of yourself...
C: You could have a normal, happy life. Without me.
P: [pissed] And how do you know that you couldn't be a part of it!? You ran away before you even tried!!
C: I tried for years!! All my trying ever did was put targets on our backs!!!
C: [bitterly] Because I couldn't hold down any job but the most dangerous in Gravesfield.
---
P: What targets?! We were heroes!
P: If you had just stayed, if you had never listened to that witch, we still would be!!
P: Did she say I'd be better off without you?! Is that how she convinced you to leave?!
C: [low, serious] No.
C: I... [ashamed] ...I made up my mind before I met Evelyn.
C: I had already decided you were better off without me.
C: [intense] She's the reason I'm still here to discuss it with you.
P: [shocked, unsettled, doesn't want to process that]
P: That...that can't be true! Everything was fine until she came along!! This was all her fault!!
P: You'd still be normal if it weren't for her!!!
C: [angry on Evelyn's behalf] No!!! I was never normal!!!!
C: And you were the only person who couldn't seem to tell!!!
C: [tearing up] It was going to get us both killed, sooner or later!!!
C: *I* was going to get us killed, because I'm like this!! Because *I* can't live a normal life!!
C: I wanted to protect you. To make your life easier than mine had been, but--
P: You were protecting me just fine before you ran away!!!
P: And what's this nonsense about us getting killed?! We were heroes! We saved the whole town from evil!
C: We were never heroes! We weren't saving anyone!
C: We punished people who didn't fit in!
P: Didn't "fit in??"
P: We punished monsters!! Demons who tortured our neighbors!!
P: Any one of those witches would have sacrificed all of Gravesfield to the Devil had we not stopped them!!
C: And what about us, Philip?!
C: Is there anyone in Gravesfield we wouldn't have sacrificed, had the court willed it?!!
C: [crying] We were such hypocrites!
C: The suspicion, the accusations-- it was exactly the way they used to treat us!! We were outsiders, too!!
P: [falters. that kinda gets to him but he wants to pretend it didnt]
C: [miserable] I justified so many awful things to myself. To you.
C: All because I was too scared to see the truth.
C: And once I finally did...I was too gutless to ask you to face it.
C: We were never any better than anyone else.
C: All of it...
C: It was just murder.
P: [not as much conviction] Don't be ridiculous--!
C: Don't be naive!!
P: ...
C: ...
C: ...I am truly sorry, Philip.
C: I'm sorry that I got us into this mess.
C: I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you like I was supposed to.
--
C: I was rash. And stupid. But I only ever wanted to keep you safe.
C: ...I still want you to be safe. I'd hoped you could understand, but...
C: [difficult for her to give up on him] ...if you refuse to listen...there's nothing that I can do.
P: [trying to not want it to be real] ...
[Philip looks conflicted, frustrated, trying to find his anger and righteousness again]
P: I-- rrgh!! You're impossible!!!
[He begins to walk in one direction, pulling at his hair, then suddenly turns on his heel and walks the other way again]
P: [exasperated, tring to convince himself] Literally! This is-- this is all impossible...!
[He buries his face in his hands and plops down on a log with an angry grunt]
[Circe watches him, wondering what he’s thinking now.]
[After he just sits there with his face in his hands for a moment, she slowly approaches and sits carefully next to him.]
P: [he is resting his elbows on his legs. He clasps his hands, uncovering his face, forehead against his intertwined fists.]
P: ...
[shot of Circe looking at him sadly]
–
C: …Are you happy in Gravesfield?
P: [Hands still clasped, his eyes open, looking into the woods] …
C: Philip?
P: [flatly] That doesn’t matter.
C: [Leaning forward, trying to look in his eyes] …It matters to *me*…
[Philip unclasps his hands but remains hunched over. He instead holds his elbows, which still rest on his legs. Does not look at Circe.]
P: [cold] So you say.
[Circe shrinks back]
[the two sit in silence for a moment. Birds chirp, and the bare tree branches sway in the breeze above them.]
–
C: [quietly] …are the trials as bad as they used to be?
P: …
P: [even tone] Less frequent.
C: [hopeful] That’s good.
P: … [furrows his eyebrows]
C: Do you still–
P: Yes.
C: [saddened] …
P: I am protecting people.
P: I’ve prevented what happened to you from happening again a dozen times over.
[Circe pales. Philip still is not looking at her.]
P: [clearly bitter about something] I’m *careful.* [seeming more vexed than proud] I’ve done more research than *anyone.*
C: [examining his face] …Research?
P: …
C: [dawning ] Do they *understand* that’s what your doing?
P: [intensely, looking only at the ground] It doesn’t matter. I can prove it.
C: [scared] Philip, are you in danger?
P: [breaks a twig off a branch on the fallen log with his left hand] [curtly] *No.*
P: [looks annoyed at the stick momentarily. passes it to his right hand] Because *I* am not a witch.
P: [slightly hesitant] …obviously.
—-
[Philip starts doodling in the dirt with the twig]
C: [losing patience with his stubborness] Do you honestly still believe that only real witches get accused? Get *punished?*
P: [stops drawing. gives her an angry sideways glance. then glares at the dirt again] …
P: …*Yes.*
P: As long as you do it *correctly.*
C: [furrows eyebrows] ……
[Philip resumes, scratching the dirt more forcefully.]
C: But–
P: Witches die because they are born doomed.
[as he says “doomed,” Philip finishes drawing The Belos Mask with a final, forceful scratch]
C: That’s what we were *told*. That doesn’t mean it’s true.
[Circe looks at Philip, expression somewhere between grim and pleading, but he won’t look up from his sketch]
——
P: [darkly] What does that mean for you, then?
[Circe is taken off-guard]
P: Do your witch-friends know what you used to do?
P: Or are you lying to them, too?
C: I–!
C: …
C: [quieter] …Not all of them know.
P: [snidely] Hmph.
C: [with a bit more conviction] But the ones that *do* know…
C: They know that I was scared. And trying to keep us safe.
C: There are people who understand that I truly thought I was doing the right thing.
C: [guilt] That I would give anything to undo it now…
C: [focusing on Philip again] They trust me, and love me, even though I’ve made…terrible mistakes. Even though I’ll *always* make mistakes.
C: [trying REALLY hard to get through to Philip] *Gravesfield isn’t all there is.*
P: …
[Philip scratches out the doodle forcefully.]
P: [unhappily] Good for you.
—-
[a prolonged beat of silence, save Philip’s stick scraping against the ground as he scribbles slowly, randomly on the spot where the doodle used to be]
C: ...If you want–
[suddenly, Philip throws his stick to the ground and turns to Circe]
P: [frustrated noise] Would you just get this over with already?!
C: [taken aback] What?
P: For Christ's sake, I don’t care what you want anymore!! Just take it!!!
P: You win! Enough with this awful vision!!
C: [baffled] Wha–! I-I’m not–! You still don’t believe that I’m real?!
——-
P: You *can’t* be!
P: [breaking a little] I only *want* you to be real!
P: I *want* you to be *alive*!
P: I don’t *want* to be *alone* any longer!!
P: But you insist on dragging out this awful charade!!
P: [becoming more desperate than angry] Why can’t you just lie to me?!
P: Tell me that you never wanted to leave at all!! That you're back for good! That nothing’s changed!!
P: *Something*– *anything* that’s actually easy to go along with!!! Isn't that what you're supposed to do?!
[Circe looks hurt]
P: Don't I even get to die thinking that I could be reunited with– with you?!
P: [losing steam] …What could you possibly want that you haven’t had the chance to take from me already…?
[a beat. Circe’s expression has closed off considerably. Philip rubs his face for a moment, then looks up again.]
P: Please. Get it over with. Kill me, or whatever it is you came here to do.
P: Or for God’s sake leave me be.
[wide shot of them sitting in unhappy silence]
——
C: [very quietly] …Alright.
[Circe stands, brushes her skirt off. Philip remains sitting, not looking at her]
C: I suppose I’ve done all that I can, then.
P: …
C: I won’t disturb you again.
P: …….
C: I’m still thankful that I could see you one last time.
P: ………..
C: [trying to keep composed] Please…stay safe. Take care of yourself.
P: ……………..
—
C: I love you.
P: …………… … …
C: [offscreen] Goodbye, Philip.
[she walks away]
[a beat passes]
[Philips resolve breaks. As he looks up–]
P: Ca– C.C., I–
[–he realizes he is alone again.]
P: ….
P: [slowly, he stands. brushes his jacket off. walks away.]
#circe clawthorne#toh#suicide mention#<- still just implicative but closer to explicitly referenced now#ohhh they both have so many problems. yippee!!!!
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jacaerys velaryon x reader
summary; the crown prince Jacaerys finds himself falling for his mother's new queensguard.
note: this one's just a cute short idea I had<3 if you guys want this to be a series, comment!
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She was a witch. She had to be.
It wasn't even the fact that he had managed to break laws and tradition thousand years old to train as a knight and consider herself an option as one of the queensguard, It was definitely not the fact that though she fights with the will of a dragon and and strength of ten men, she carries a face so saintly contrasting her rough playing personality.
It was the fact that with all his better judgement and logical thinking, His breath still quickens and his fingers tremble when he enters a room and she's there, as his eyes will always look for her when she's not.
He wondered what it was like in her head, she was always respectful, stoic, but he'd never consider her boring, he was too enthralled with her to consider her anything like that. He wanted to know her deeper than she presents herself, to hold her heart with his own hand and know every beating second and veins of it with his own.
Seven hells, he was in love with her.
And he can't fucking have her.
"I think [name] would be the perfect addition to your queensguard to be honest, I mean, it's about time we make sure the whole system is- uh- fair? and, I mean, just because women are traditionally known for house work doesn't mean they can't fight-" he was rambling.
And his mother sees right through him.
"Since when were you such an enthusiast for women's rights?" Alright then, when she puts it like that ..
He gapes at her baffled and he could see she's trying her best to fight a laugh.
"Wh- I'm just saying, you, were chosen as heir againts years of tradition also, I'm simply respecting the bravery of the revolutionary women of the kingdom-"
"Alright, alright. You can relax, I'm simply teasing you my boy. I absolutely agree she would be a solid addition to our protection, and a bold statement for the improving and modernizing of our generation. Thank you, for your suggestion." She gives him a knowing look and smiles at the hilariousness of the conversation as he tries to play it cool and leaves his mother's room.
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You couldn't believe the news you were receiving from See Harrold, you can't decide if you were happy or disappointed either.
The honor that came with being a queensguard was immense, but the reminder that the only reason you were there was because the crown prince favoured you was constant in your head and in the eyes of every other guard.
She's a woman, the only reason she made it was because of some stupid crush the prince holds for her. That's what they were all saying.
It's as if they can't accept that you simply outshined them all in the eyes of the royal family for reasons that aren't regarding your gender.
You appreciated the gesture of the prince, and you can't exactly be upset with him as the rumours of him being in love with you were all just rumours, and you've always held yourself above such nonsense. Also maybe, you too have been taking a liking to him yourself.
An impossible dynamic to happen, but you can't exactly choose who you gain feelings for.
You knew as much as you hated how everyone judged you, it was not his fault, people were bound to talk either way for your boldness of going againts traditional ways of women. All he did was make them angrier for giving you what you earned.
And for that, you thought, he deserves your gratitude and thanks. So that is why you're stalking him walking back from the training grounds after a session with his brother trying to build up the courage to engage in a conversation first.
You speak immediately before he opens the door to his chambers to enter.
"My prince-" He flinches in suprise at your voice turning back to you.
"-[Name]- were you following me?" He asks cautiously, though you caught the glimpse of amusement in his eye.
You fight a stutter trying to appear confident. "Of course not my prince, I simply saw you just now." You casually lie.
He grins at you knowingly and you find yourself reciprocating it.
Realization of why you were actually hits you and you shook yourself out of the daydream his beautiful brown eyes has trapped you in.
"I- I'm actually here, to personally give you my thanks. Ser Harrold told me that it was by your gracious recommendation that I have been chosen by the Queen herself. I owe you my gratitude, my prince, I will forever be indebted to you for such honor." You speak truthfully.
His eyes soften at your statement and he shocks you as his hands reaches out to hold yours in them. "You are never, and will never owe me anything, [name]. It is us that would be honored to have such a loyal and fierce warrior of a woman for our protection." He smiles gently at you and you blush as his continues kindness towards you.
You've just sworn your oaths and yet in this moment, the idea of breaking it doesn't sound so bad, not when he's looking at you like you've hung the moon.
You squeeze his fingers and slowly let go of them. You almost regret it, immediately missing the warmth of his gentle hands.
You nod at his reply to your thank, not knowing how to reply to such statement.
"Regardless, of your kind words, I myself will forever hold this act of kindness close to my heart and memory, I won't let you or the queen down, on that, you have my word." You swore to him promisingly.
His smiles widens at your oath. "I know you won't. I put my trust in you." He whispers.
#jacaerys velaryon x reader#jace velaryon x reader#jace velaryon#jace targaryen x reader#jacaerys targaryen x reader#jacaerys velaryon#jacaerys targaryen#jace targaryen#hotd headcanon#hotd x reader#house of the dragon x reader#house of the dragon#hotd
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Perhaps some 🤒 for Luisley?
🤒 - Needing to be looked after
Overstimulated
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The click of the front door opening, muffled though it was through the walls of his bedroom, brought Luigi out of his self-induced trance. That would be Mario. Back so soon?
When there was no call of “Weegee, sono tornato!”, the dread fluttering within Luigi’s stomach beat its wings even harder, exacerbated by the perpetual overstimulation that buzzed throughout his limbs and core. A silent Mario was rarely a good thing. That usually meant he was angry or deeply saddened or so thoroughly baffled that he had to retreat into his thoughts to make any sense of his own feelings, and given the context under which he had left the house…
What did he say? Was he upset? Those thoughts tumbled through Luigi’s head in a maddening rush, and as terrified as he was of the answer, he needed to know. As unusually light footsteps padded towards his room, he cocooned himself beneath his blankets, as if their soft fabric could cushion the blow of whatever he was about to hear, and steeled himself.
“Ch-che ha detto?” he called out to his brother. “Era… arrabbiato?”
The voice that responded was not Mario’s.
“Ah! There you are!”
Luigi’s blood froze within his veins.
He tossed the blankets aside and sat up just as the door was thrown open, and the sudden slam of wood against wood sent a jolt through his body that made him clap his hands over his ears. The all too familiar figure in the doorway, his bold chartreuse and white and gold standing in stark contrast to the cottage’s cozy interior, jolted as well.
“Commoners’ abodes,” Peasley muttered beneath his breath, eyeing the door with a mix of contempt and bemusement. “Why must your doors be so ludicrously lightweight?”
The disdain in his eyes might normally draw a chuckle from Luigi — he could practically see Peasley storming into the office of Toad Town’s primary contractor and causing a scene, because how dare the great heroes of the Mushroom Kingdom be given a home constructed of anything less than marble and solid gold — but today he flinched away from it.
This wasn’t happening. Surely this wasn’t happening.
Remembering all too suddenly the state that he was in, Luigi dove beneath the covers once more. Maybe he hadn’t been seen. Maybe he could still save face. Maybe the fabric could swallow him whole and put an end to this nightmare before it began. “Wh-what are you doing here?”
“What am I doing?” Peasley repeated, his tone thick with mock-offense. “My love, what wouldn’t I be doing here? Is it not one’s most sacred duty to tend to their loved ones in times of need?”
His voice came nearer as he spoke, and beneath his shroud of cotton and down, Luigi gulped. His pulse throbbed in his ears, his heart threatening to rip through bone and sinew right out of his chest. “Please don’t worry,” he said, though his voice shook far more than he would’ve liked. “I— I’m sorry I couldn’t make it today! It’s just, y’know—”
“‘Shroom fever’, correct?” Peasley drew the question out, his voice calm, but laced with something that sounded like amusement.
He didn’t buy it. Immediately Luigi’s throat tightened, and he inhaled sharply, willing himself not to start tearing up.
He expected his blankets to be pried away any moment now, for Peasley to expose his unkempt, lying face and see him for the great big mess that he truly was. The mattress dipped beside where he was curled into a pathetic heap, and his muscles tensed, preparing for the worst.
But it never came.
“Yes, that’s what the red one told me.” The amusement was still there, but now it sounded softer, more affectionate than accusatory. “I must say, he’s not too terribly convincing a liar. He would have held no qualms in seeing me to your bedside if you were ill, but he couldn’t give me a good answer for why this time was different.”
Luigi winced. He hasn’t considered that.
“You can’t tell him what’s going on,” he’d pleaded to his brother half an hour earlier, arms hugging his chest tightly in a futile attempt to stave off the effects of sensory overload. “Just, like… tell him I’m sick. Tell him I’ve got shroom fever or something!”
Mario, though sympathetic, had been disapproving. “He’s gonna have to know eventually. Come on, you know as well as I do that it won’t change anything.”
“But what if it does? What if he thinks I’m pathetic?”
“Then he never deserved you in the first place,” was Mario’s response.
Of course, that answer brought Luigi very little comfort. He felt bad enough when this happened, when his oddly-wired brain decided for no good reason that all sensory input was suddenly a thousand times more overwhelming than what he was used to, that getting out of bed was just too great a struggle as a result. For it to happen on a day he was supposed to meet up with the love of his life? The thought that he might lose said love for something so pathetic as this? Luigi couldn’t even begin to comprehend the ease with which Mario suggested that might be okay.
Peasley chuckled now, the sound resonating from deep within his chest. “Your fraternal devotion to one another will never cease to amaze me. No matter my insistence, I couldn’t drag an answer from him. He merely said that my right to know was entirely up to you.”
Frustration and gratitude grappled for superiority in Luigi’s mind. Of course Mario would never go spilling Luigi’s business. But he would have allowed it just this once, just to save himself some heartache.
If he was going to lose Peasley’s respect, he would have preferred it to happen from a distance. He didn’t want this front-row seat to his own undoing. The air beneath his flimsy fortress was hot and stale, and he felt sweat beading at his hairline.
“…It’s nothing,” he finally attempted, meekly.
“Hmm. Well, it’s something to you, and thus it’s something to me.” A rustling of fabric, and then the lightest of indents in the mattress next to his head. Peasley’s hand. “Do you mourn, my love? Might this be the anniversary of some tragedy? Or perhaps you’ve lost something dear to you?”
Not yet. Even thinking as much constricted Luigi’s airway once more, so he shook his head in response.
Peasley hummed again. “Might this have to do with your condition, then? Your anxiety, or your… awe-tee-sum, was it called?”
“Autism,” Luigi corrected automatically, and instantly he flinched at his own haste. “It’s… it’s nothing, I promise. It’s dumb.”
“Ah. So that’s a yes.”
Peasley still didn’t move. He sat perfectly still, his hand never once inching closer, an invitation that Luigi was welcome to accept or decline as he saw fit. He wanted nothing more than to reach out into the still air and take that hand, hold onto it with all his might, have some sort of solid proof that he wouldn’t be abandoned in spite of his brain telling him such an outcome was inevitable.
“…What else did Mario say?” he ventured instead, because Peasley had never been the sort to keep his hands to himself, and he had a sneaking suspicion his elder twin had something to do with that, too.
“He said I would do well to speak quietly and refrain from touching you without your permission,” Peasley confessed, “lest I would have scooped you into my arms the moment I heard your voice.” Another chuckle, and this time Luigi almost had the heart to join in. “I confess, I still don’t quite understand. But I would like to help. Will you acquaint me with your struggles, my dear?”
Acquaint me with your struggles. Now this was the phrase that bounced about Luigi’s skull, because it made no sense whatsoever. They were supposed to be on a date together. They were supposed to be out and about, enjoying food and nature and being a normal couple (as normal a couple as a human nobody and a Beanish prince could be, anyway). But instead Luigi was cooped up at home, too overstimulated to function like a regular personal, and Peasley had every right to be upset with him for balking on their plans and being a waste of oxygen and organic matter.
And for some reason only the Star Spirits could attest to, he wasn’t. Literal royalty sat at Luigi’s side, addressing him with fondness and requesting understanding of his inadequacies.
That was reason enough for Luigi to untangle himself from his blankets and pull them down, just enough to peek up and ensure the creature beside him was, in fact, not some fantastical fabrication from deep within his own fantasies.
“There you are.” Deep brown eyes beamed at him, revered him as a god among men, and for a moment Luigi felt that maybe he really was. “I feared I might not get to see that beautiful visage at all today.”
A swirl of conflicting emotions bubbled up within Luigi: confusion, joy, sadness, shame, filling every crevice of his body and compelling him to act. Hesitantly, he pulled the covers all the way down; the shedding of those protective layers made the buzzing in his limbs intensify, and the fresh air sent a chill through him, but breathing it in felt refreshing, even renewing. He filled his lungs, reached out, and accepted Peasley’s invitation at last.
The prince’s hand was pleasantly cool to the touch, and just as he had hoped, its stable presence calmed his racing heart. He tightened his grasp and tugged in order to pull himself up and scoot into an upright position. His head spun and his mouth was dry, but Peasley was here, and he would at least hear him out, and the loving gaze he fixed Luigi with gave him the courage to explain.
“Sometimes,” he began, “I… I mean, half the time, n-nothing’s wrong, everything’s fine, but for some reason the world is too loud and too bright a-and everything… hurts. It’s all just…” He balled his free hand into a fist and clenched as tightly as he could, and that at least lessened the buzz in the corresponding arm. “...too much.”
“Is that so?” Peasley said. There was genuine curiosity in his tone, sympathy in his eyes. “And today is such a day?”
Luigi nodded. “And I-I promise I tried fighting past it today. I didn’t wanna let you down, but…”
“Let me down? Luigi, I would never ask you to exceed your limitations for my sake.”
“But my limitations are—” He swallowed as well as he could, given his tongue felt woolen in his mouth. “Don’t you think it’s… don’t you think I’m kinda… kinda pathetic?”
The question gave Peasley pause, and where Luigi half-expected a denial, he was given only silence. But this silence wasn’t tense or uncertain; Peasley touched his index finger to his chin and cast his eyes aside, lips puckering and brows furrowing, the charmingly goofy expression of a Bean deep in thought.
He was… he was actually giving it serious consideration. And somehow that made his answer mean so much more than an immediate reassurance would have.
“…Not particularly, no,” he ultimately decided. “There are days where even I, skillful as I am, don’t feel quite up to par, and oftentimes there’s no good reason for it. Would you think less of me for such a thing?”
“Wha—? O-of course not!”
“And I think no less of you in turn.” Drawing Luigi’s hand to his lips, he pressed a tender kiss to his knuckles, his well-moisturized lips soft against the tight and dry skin. “Thank you for teaching me more about yourself, Greenie. I loathe to see you struggle, but I’m grateful that you would share those struggles with me.”
Once more Luigi’s heart raced, but no longer with fearful anxiety. Was this really possible? He was so certain he’d ruined Peasley’s day, so certain the repercussions would haunt him for years to come, and yet here he was, showering him with love and accepting him at one of his lower lows.
This wasn’t happening. Surely it wasn’t happening.
But it was, and the relief and gratitude and affection that flowed through his perpetually overstimulated body made Luigi want to slump forward, fall into Peasley’s arms, wait out the unpleasantness in the safety of his embrace.
At the same time, the thought of so much physical contact… he shuddered and relaxed his balled fist. Maybe holding hands was as much as he could manage today. But suddenly the thought of being alone again terrified him. “Will— will you stay? I-I don’t know where Mario’s at but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind—”
The smile Peasley flashed was both pleased and knowing. “Oh, rest assured, he’s not too far. He said he’d remain in the living room while we spoke.” Leaning in, he added beneath his breath: “Though I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s been listening in all this time. You know you have an excellent brother, do you not?”
At that, Luigi laughed, a mousey but authentic laugh. “You have an excellent brother” was Peasley Code for “Your brother has implicitly made threats against me that could have him declared a war criminal in the Beanbean Kingdom because he cares far more for your well being than his own.” Mario trusted Peasley and the two were good friends, sure, but he could get… rather intense when it came to his beloved little brother’s heart.
“Sorry about him,” Luigi whispered back.
“Rest assured, I’m happy for it! The more people looking after you, the better.” Peasley leaned back once more and stood, but he didn’t let go of Luigi’s hand. “Would you like some water?” he asked at his original volume. “And perhaps some lip balm? You’ve been licking and smacking your lips this entire time, you know.”
Luigi’s tongue darted between his lips automatically at that statement, and he realized Peasley was correct; not only were his throat and mouth still dry, but his lips were cracked. A bad habit of his, admittedly, and one he was never conscious of until someone else pointed it out. “Please. But—” He paused then, because making requests of a prince still didn’t feel quite right.
Thankfully, he didn’t need to make the request. Peasley gave his hand one more tight squeeze before dropping it and answering the silent question aloud.
“I’ll be only a moment,” he promised as he backed out of the room. “Nothing in all the world could convince me to leave your side, my love. You have my word.”
And though he still trembled in discomfort as his boyfriend took his leave, Luigi relaxed against the headboard, closing his eyes and sighing softly, because he knew it was the truth. Come hell or high water, full-functioning days or overload days, he knew now more certainly than ever that Peasley had no intention of abandoning him.
And he had to admit, that was a nice feeling.
#phew! this got long#I've got a note on my phone with short blurbs detailing the planned plots for upcoming wips#this one's blurb was literally just 'autistic burnout bitches'#I saw this prompt and knew IMMEDIATELY where I wanted to go with it so thank you so much for this#super mario bros#smb#luigi#prince peasley#mario & luigi superstar saga#m&l rpgs#luisley#luigi x peasley#peaches' fancy fics
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Innocence!
Bbc Sherlock x virgin reader!
Warning:- fingering, age gap, sexual context!
Request:- Can I request 14 and 29 from the smut prompts with sherlock please? I can’t wait to see what you come up with! ~ anon!
Prompt list!
"Ugh, I said no" y/n said on phone annoyingly before hanging up. Sherlock was stunned to see her in such a mood. His roommate, or rather little roomate is always childish (like him) but what caused her to be annoyed. He calls her little roommate because she always acts like a baby and was also quite younger than him.
"What's wrong little...." Sherlock was about to say his favourite nickname for her but y/n stopped him.
"Don't you dare say that, I'm very mad."
"I just wanted to know what's wrong" said Sherlock.
"Ugh, this fucking guy friend of mine want's to hookup with me"
"Oh" said Sherlock as this topic he tends to avoid cause he's way too ahead of this, "so what's stopping you."
"I don't want to" snaps y/n
"Wait wait wait, don't tell me it's Chris" Sherlock asks now, he's now perfectly invested in solving y/n's case.
"What... How do you know that?" Asked she.
"Oh because when you received the call you were happy and when he talked of hooking up you were annoyed, you totally have a crush on him but you may not be ready for sex and it's totally fine." Said Sherlock.
"No I can't hide a thing from you" y/n snapped again.
"Mmmm no you can't" said he and gave a mischievous smile, which said 'i'll always win'.
"But it's not that I'm not ready." She started to explain.
"So?" Sherlock enquired putting his laptop down.
"I don't want a casual hookup, I can only sleep with someone I love, and also..."
"And also?" He asked.
"Nothing but yeah just casual hookup ain't my thing."
"Hmmm... What kinda men do you like though." Asked Sherlock and this did the trick. She blushed and looked away, Sherlock always noticed how she'd stare at him when he's inside in his house robes, how domestic, he noticed she'd stare at his long fingers and there's something about her blush when Sherlock is to close to her. He knew she might like him. But he was too older. Over ten years, so he preferred to keep it platonic, but he knows the truth, when she comes out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, water still dripping from hair, it does makes Sherlock stare too. When she watches herself in the mirror and wears lipstick, winks at her own reflection Sherlock does stares then as well. Y/n thought before answering him, "i don't think I have a specific type but if I have sex, I'd want someone who'd care for me because...."
"Because?"
"I don't know anything about it honestly." She admitted. Sherlock got up and said, "sit here little...."
"No, not that name". She warned.
"Okay, come sit we'll discuss about this Chris guy."
She sits on his couch and takes her phone in hand. When He suddenly came close to y/n. His face very close to her, she liked it. She even blushed furiously,
"Wh-what?" She asked softly.
"Nothing just... wanna taste my cupcake." He replied seductively.
Slowly he pressed his lips on hers. She returned the the kiss. She knew how to kiss thankfully but the next thing was new, Sherlock slipped a tongue inside her mouth and so did she. She cupped his face and enjoyed their tongues dancing. Then His lips went from her lips to her soft cheeks and then neck and collarbone, no one ever visited those places. Her whimpers and gasps reflected her inexperience. She caught his back and the upper arm tightly as his hand went to touch her delicate soft thighs, then to upwards.
"Sherlock" his name came out as whimper as he touched exactly where even she herself never did. Sherlock lifted his face from her neck and enquired with baffled eyes, "you never touched yourself?"
In reply y/n could only shake her head. To this, Sherlock gave a mischievous smirk. And his hand slide inside her panties to touch where she needed to be. Her eyes closed in pleasure and in embarrassment. Sherlock exploring her. The places of her body which no body ever has. His fingers touched her slit and the clit. She couldn't help but whimper softly.
"You're wet, so wet." Sherlock said, rather whispered.
"I've never been... Ah touched like this before". Y/n replied.
"Good" he whispered to her ear, intentionally so his voice send shivers down her spine. He rubbed his finger against her clit. This was enough for her to moan. She gripped him tightly almost her small nails as if it would dig in his flesh making holes in his coat. "Oh fuck" she moaned followed by a hum. Her innocent child like face making such sounds? Sherlock may have been more turned on by her helpless state, her innocent face. She was absolutely inexperienced when it came to sex.
"I never knew you make such sweet noises" teased Sherlock.
"Neither do I." She replied rather whispered between her pleasure.
As she grew more wet he took this opportunity to slide his finger in her. This was new to her too. A sudden low scream came out of her mouth.
"Shhhh don't let Mrs Hudson know". Said he. And started to finger her. She rolled her eyes once he got the rhythm, in pleasure.
"You like it little cupcake?" Asked he . She could hardly talk back, yet tried and said, "don't stop please". Looking at him with her puppy eyes, Sherlock wouldn't admit but he was a sucker for that baby face and her puppy eyes.
"I don't intend to." He replied and fastened his speed.
"Keep doing what you're doing, please Sherlock." She pleaded.
"I got you". He fingered her harder until he felt she was close and came all over his finger. He held her and she panted for her first time experiencing something like that.
"This is how you do it." Sherlock said with a smile. A smile which had care and mischief both. To this she needed to reply to her detective. She turned and smirked. Her confidence grew alot after this so she said,
"Maybe you can teach me something more."
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Bkdk Plot bunnies pt 1
Izuku is 12 and still quirkless
Katsuki is his #1 Bully being as every other day he corners Deku outside school to mock him and intimidate him
Until one day he just stops
Izuku doesn’t notice at first maybe is just one of those days Katsuki “can’t be bothered with a useless Deku”
However as time passes even Katsuki’s lackeys wonder what is wrong with him
He’s stopped complaining about Deku, and doesn’t ever mention the other boy’s quirklessness
Izuku doesn’t know how to feel about it; on one hand he is glad the harassment stopped, but somehow being completely ignored by Kacchan feels somehow worse
“I just realized; why be bothered with a quirkless extra.” Katsuki explained a week later when one of his friends asked
That’s what did it, for all the insults Katsuki had called Deku for the past six years he had never referred to Izuku as an extra
Izuku was the gum stuck in his shoe but never as inconsequential as an extra
That burned Izuku more than being called Deku ever had. But Izuku couldn’t say anything about it
One day some older kids saw the opportunity to corner Izuku on some alley and started push him around
It seemed Bakugou power was such everyone had steered clear of his “mark” but now that he was not interested in him anymore someone wanted the #1 bully position
However unlike Katsuki who used his quirk to intimidate and occasionally burn Deku’s belongings these bullies got physical. They hit Izuku a couple of times before big explosions interrupt them
Out of nowhere Katsuki appears “get away from him!” He screams in rage
He chases the older boys away then looks at Deku
Why his green eyes ask
Katsuki wears a look Deku has never seen before, guilt
Bakugou Katsuki was never guilty because Bakugou Katsuki never felt sorry and Bakugou Katsuki never made mistakes
So how come he’s looking at Deku with guilt?
Something is wrong, Katsuki is different and Izuku has to find out why
Katsuki is quieter and almost nice?
Not really he still brash and can’t be bothered with peoples names but he has less outbursts, the blond is oddly different with Deku, which is even more baffling
One day Izuku sees Katsuki at the convenience store when the boy suddenly drops everything and is practically running outside
Izuku follows
Bakugou stops a tall skinny blond old man, who looks just as surprised as Izuku
From the distance Deku can’t hear their conversation
The man tenses as he hears Katsuki talk, wary toward the younger blond, but his expressions keep changing
Katsuki said something more and the man sighs almost relieved
They seem to exchange numbers and Katsuki turns around, only just missing Izuku who had to hastily hide
His heart is racing, what was that? Why had Bakugou stopped a random man like that?
Just as suddenly Katsuki changes his routine only noticeable to Izuku who knows it like the back of his hand
Izuku sees Kachan outside a building where a small girl with white hair and red eyes of about 4 years old comes running out and into Katsuki’s arms
Strangely Bakugou welcomes the hug with a smile of his own as the underground hero Eraserhead comes out behind the child
Deku can’t believe his eyes
Soon enough Bakugou seems to express his goodbyes and Izuku takes that as his cue to hide scurrying through an alley
“So, what is your nerd brain thinking?” Bakugou’s voice sounds from the end of the alleyway izuku had hastily hidden
“I-I K-k-Kachan! Wh-what a co-coincidence to see you here! Haha” Deku fumbled. “Wh-“
“Shut up, I know you’ve been following me.” The blond acuses
Izuku closes his mouth
“I’m sure you’ve noticed something’s different, so hit me with your theories.”
“I-I do-don’t know. Nothing makes sense all the things that should be connected don’t link correctly to one another.” Izuku flounders. “One day you just changed, w-why?
Bakugou smiled bitterly. “Deku, shit’s complicated and at first I thought maybe it was for the better if you weren’t involved at all.” He looks hesitant before blustering. “But that’s obviously wistful thinking since you are a nosy little shit that won’t stay away,”
“Kacchan what is going on?
“4 years from now I died and came back in time.”
“…What?”
“I’m from the fucking future dumbass.”
“W-wait Kacchan you died?! What do you mean from the future?!”
“It’s better if All Might and I explain.”
“A-A-All Might?!?!”
“Tch, come with me” Katsuki starts to drag Deku.
“Wait Kacchan where are we going?”
“To get you a quirk.” Katsuki smiles back with a brightness Izuku hasn’t seen since they were little.
I decided to start this series because I have so many bkdk ideas I have planned out but I don’t either have the time or will to write out into an actual fanfic
Let me know what you think and if you guys like it I might write it
pt 2 |pt 2.5 |pt 3|pt 4|pt 5|pt 6
#izuku x bakugo#katsudeku#katsuki x izuku#decchan#bakudeku#dekubaku#bakudeku au#bakugo x deku#izuku mydoria#bkdk#katsuki bakugou#ktdk#dkbk
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Hamliza Wedding Anniversary Quotes: Part 2 ✨✨
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Alexander: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing.
Eliza, looking up from the floor where she's playing dolls with baby Angie: Are you a software update? Because not right now.
(She's having play time with the kiddies)
Alexander: Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life.
Eliza: Please never become a surgeon.
(He would say this. That is an irrefutable fact)
Eliza: Come on Alexander, do it for our marriage. You can't put a price on that.
Alexander: Yes I can, dear. Fifty dollars.
(He's joking, btw. He'd do anything for her. Except take care of himself and have a proper sleep schedule)
Eliza, near tears: Please, Alexander, I don’t speak meme! I don't know what a 'yeet' is!
(This one is just poor sillies and I'm all here for it)
Eliza: You’re an idiot.
Alexander, looking smug and extremely proud of himself: That’s the charm.
Eliza: ...
Eliza: I can't say that that's untrue-
(And she fell for it. She fell for his idiotic charm)
Alexander: Eliza is playing hard to get.
Alexander: Little does she know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.
(You silly little insomniac, you. Why would she ever even want to get rid of you? <3)
Alexander: *Walks to cabinet, removes oreo box, takes half a sleeve, throws empty box out.* Hi, Liza!
Eliza: Hey- what are you doing-?
Alexander, shoving an oreo into his mouth: I am saving space :D
(I love him so much)
Alexander: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?
Eliza: What? Like J F K W S Q X-
Alexander: No, like, U R A Q T.
Eliza: Awwww!
(He got that Alphabet Rizz 😏)
Alexander: Dude-
Eliza: No, no, hold up, rewind.
Eliza: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me dude??
(Eliza is genuinely baffled)
Alexander: Talk dirty to me, baby~
Eliza: The dishes.
Alexander: Wh-
Eliza: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.
(When your wife is tired of your bs and reminding you to do your chores)
Eliza: I have feelings for you.
Alexander: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?
Eliza: We should be partners.
Alexander: You mean like, partners in crime?
Eliza: Yeah... that’s precisely what I meant.
(Don't worry, guys. He's just a little clueless sometimes. He's just a silly little dense guy 😁)
Eliza: Alexander, how could you possibly have gotten into this much trouble in one day?
Alexander: It... It didn't take me the whole day...
(This is so him)
Eliza: Did it hurt when you fell-
Alexander: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-
Eliza: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.
Alexander: ...
Eliza: You just laid there for 15 minutes.
Alexander: Can you cut me some slack, Eliza? I’m sort of in love.
Eliza: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.
Alexander: I’m in love with you.
Eliza: *Blushes.* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.
*Alexander and Eliza are in Paris.*
Alexander: I'm...moved. I...I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel...destiny?
Eliza: But...
Alexander: I don't know what it is. I feel like... I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and...
Eliza: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception?
Alexander: Yeah.
Eliza: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe.
Alexander: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION.
Eliza: Okay, alright.
(She finds his dorkiness and excitement adorable 😁🥰✨)
Alexander: Relationships should be 50/50. Eliza cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.
Alexander, throwing his head into Eliza's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!
Eliza, lovingly stroking his hair: You're pretty annoying, that's what you are.
Eliza: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.
Alexander: Oh. We're going out?
Eliza: Wh...
(She sits him down and gives him a lecture on why he's wonderful and an amazing person the way he is)
Eliza: I owe you one.
Alexander: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.
#hamilton#hamiltrash#hamilton incorrect quotes#hamilton the musical#incorrect quotes#alexander hamilton#hamliza incorrect quotes#hamliza#hamilton x eliza
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Heya! In which of the boys route do you think Yui was broken/hurt the most?
I always wanted to know which would be the worst scenario (route) for like.. an avarage girl irl . I know most girls would not survive there😅 but just wanted to know your opinion which of those 6 doors you would never open. Or 13 if we count all the characters.
// Since it's an otome game, it goes without saying that there will be a lot of plot armor and that the love interests can't really harm the heroine seriously throughout the route, regardless of what she does, because the plot would go nowhere like that. Most characters are jerks but not really that hard to handle, since they were known for scaring Yui rather than letting her get genuinely hurt. However there were certain Diaboys who were very scary, as it felt like they had no feelings of remorse or empathy.
Laito:
Can’t say that his HDB route is the worst thing Rejet has ever written (because it’s definitely not) but it baffled me how he was so okay with Yui breaking like that to the point where she lost all her will to live and only wanted to be set free from him. I mean, she literally tried to commit and he was just there not even intending to stop her bleeding veins despite being the one who cut them?? It’s true that in the Vampire Ending she doesn’t turn out that bad but after all, this is just because it’s fiction.
Kanato:
He was easier to understand than Laito because at least you were able to know that he had a soft spot for sweets and Teddy. Nevertheless, it was a bit too much how he kept stabbing Yui with the fork and a few chapters later, I’m pretty sure he stabbed Yui with a knife in more places as well. Still, it’s surprising how she turned out worse in his route, considering the fact that in the afterstory she kills innocent people—
Kou:
I love Kou but he was a literal demon in MB. I really hated how he made his fans bully Yui JUST FOR FUN. It wasn’t even any sort of punishment, he merely wanted to make her suffer. Another thing I couldn’t stand was how he kept putting Yui’s life in danger, only to make her prove her love. I understand wanting to test someone but it would have been way better if he actually saved Yui after seeing her do something dangerous. That way it would have proved that he cared for her yet he continued to watch her get hurt for him over and over again, without feeling any empathy. He was sorta redeemed at the end but yeah, most of his route was big yikes, especially since you wouldn’t have expected a cheerful and friendly idol like him to be such a wicked person.
Carla:
I like the Tsukinami family's desire to preserve their lineage but sorry, I must say that I find it repulsive that a 17-year-old would be forced to become pregnant out of the blue with strangers. I understand that Yui was partially to blame for Carla's anger and subsequent dungeon scene but that moment grossed me out sooo bad. She lost her will to live but Carla literally jumped on a depressed girl and was on the verge of rap€ing her, if his Endzeit didn’t kick in. He gets gradually better throughout his route but this scene left a sore taste in my mouth.
Kino:
Look, Kino is a great villain and a lot of fun, but his LE route was trash. Kino killed a child, mistreated Yui, abducted both Yui and Ayato, planned to sell Ayato to the church for execution, manipulated Yui and tortured Ayato. The pain he caused them both was immense and although I appreciated Yui calling him out, it's so sad that she was brainwashed. While it's true that Kino can be quite cute when he wants to, their romance was so rushed and forced because they didn't give us any reason why Yui would fall for him other than manipulation when Ayato, who was seen to care more about her than for himself, was right there. I wish they developed Kino’s feelings better, given that he straight up blackmailed Yui to become his, otherwise Ayato would had been killed, therefore Yui had no other choice but accept the situation. That’s why his CL route is way better.
I only mentioned 5 instead of 6 but that’s mostly because no other character came closer to them in terms of bad scenario. The rest of them felt decent in their routes for a game called Diabolik Lovers, lol.
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guuuUUUYS I wrote a Smol Smol kinda angsty Dr. Two Brains and Wordgirl one shot where she asks him about removing Squeaky's brain and he says no!!! Because I don't think he would say yes even though I want him to!!! It has a good ending because I'm a sucker for soft things™
No warnings!
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"...what?"
Doctor Two brains seemed baffled by the question WordGirl randomly asked. They'd just finished a battle, standing and chatting atop a building while they waited for the police to arrive to take him to jail.
"I... I was just wondering, Y'know, with Dr. Tubing moving away soon that you'd consider getting... It removed."
She gave him an awkward smile, trying to alleviate the sudden uncomfortable weight in the air. He gaped at her for another moment, before sighing and shaking his head.
"No, kid. I'm sorry, but... No."
"wh- why not!? I know that that brain hurts you, and I know Steven hates having to commit crimes-!"
He winced as Squeaky sent a sharp throb of pain through his skull at the mention of Steven, and he held a hand up to silence her. He gently cupped his left hand over the small brain, realizing that this only proves Wordgirl's point further. He couldn't help but get a little frustrated, grumbling quietly.
"Wordgirl, I said no-!"
He snapped, accidentally shouting a little. She closed her mouth, the hurt and surprise visible on her face. Geez, sometimes he forgot that she really was just a kid.
"s- sorry, Wordgirl, I didn't mean to..."
He sighed, running his hands down his face as he struggled to put together the right words before continuing.
"Look Kiddo, I know how much you miss him. But the truth is, even if I get this removed, he won't be back."
He looked down at her, his face softening with sympathy. Her injured gaze followed his movements as he knelt down, attempting to hopefully help her feel a little more heard and safe. His words became a little gentler.
"I really only have hazy recollections of his memories, and I doubt they'd return. And frankly, Wordgirl, I don't want to go through all that again."
He shuddered at the memory of waking up in the lab, in pain and confused, nothing but two panicked voices in his own head to keep him company. The early days were harder to remember, since it was mostly Squeaky and Steven bossing each other around and haphazardly piloting their body through the city.
Wordgirl frowned, fiddling with the top of one of her gloves.
"go through... What again..?"
He looked down, one elbow on his knee as he slumped over slightly. He looked tired.
"Not knowing who I am, Wordgirl. I've only recently been Dr. Two Brains, and I'm still figuring out who that is! I just... I don't think I could handle another big change like that again, Y'know...?"
He tilted his head, searching for her gaze, but she avoided eye contact. It was a lot to take in for a little girl like her. He frowned, feeling a little guilty.
"wordgirl... I hope you know this doesn't mean we're not friends. I know it gets... Weird, sometimes, what with all the impulsive crime sprees and cheese obsessions, but kid... You can always come to me for help, alright...? Well, almost always, there's still rules against some things."
He chuckled, scratching his neck nervously as he remembered the "anti-conspiratory" rules in the Villian rulebook.
"we can't go to a museum together, pretty sure that's one..."
He mumbled, getting lost in thought. She was finally looking up at him, lip trembling as if she were about to cry.
"aw, kid, don't cry...!"
He opened his arms reflexively, offering her a hug. She ran into his arms so fast she knocked the wind out of him, her super strength nearly crushing him. With the way she could lift one of Tobey's giant robots like it was nothing, he knew she couldn't help it. He managed to wheeze out a simple sentence, patting her back awkwardly.
"k- kid, don't kill me--"
"oh! Sorry, heh--!"
She let go of him, stepping back and holding her hands behind her back apologetically.
He pressed a hand against his chest, catching his breath and giving a weak chuckle.
"no, no, it's alright. Asking a superhero for a hug, I should'a known better."
All in all, the interaction probably could've gone way worse. The sweet moment ended when his sensitive rodent ears picked up the sound of a roof access door opening around a small concrete wall, and he looked over. The two police officers rounded the corner and gave wordgirl a polite wave, the red haired woman speaking up.
"Heya Wordgirl! Great job stopping Doc again! We heard about the whole thing. Oh, uh, you too Two Brains I guess."
She offered him an unsure shrug and he rolled his eyes, standing and holding his hands behind his back so they could cuff him.
"Gee, thanks officers..."
He mumbled. Wordgirl, however, couldn't be happier with the praise, grinning and giving a playful curtsy with the corners of her cape.
"oh, it's nothing really, heh! See you later, Dr. Two Brains."
She gave him a final wave paired with a bittersweet smile, and he nodded appreciatively.
"till we meet again, Wordgirl!"
With that, the little hero zoomed off.
#the autism made me do it#doctor two brains word girl#doctor two brains#dr two brains#drabble#wordgirl oneshot#wordgirl writing#word girl#Wordgirl#hurt/comfort
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ┆ 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧
ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 single mom!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡
. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ for the past few months, life has been wonderful. miguel has been spending time with you and luca. after some time, he finally confesses to you.
. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ fluff, tiny angst, love confessions, intimacy, making out, spanish terms, happy ending
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the last two months have been marvelous yet remarkable. since the reveal of your son, miguel has been spending time with you and luca. whenever he is available or not occupied with missions, he will be hanging out with you two. each time when he finishes filing his last report of the day, miguel rushes out of HQ in eagerness and immediately heads over to your home. this habit increases when it’s your days off, the anticipation motivates him.
whenever you three are out and about, each day is spend with love and happiness. you try to spend most days outside and do some activities. visiting playgrounds, ice cream shops, museums, fun restaurants, bowling, and roller skating. luca has never had so much fun. he adores these outgoings with miguel. luca would be either holding his hand or on his shoulders. there was a day when he accidentally called miguel “papí”. you and miguel stared at each other, completely baffled. in full honesty, miguel’s heart melted when luca called him that. he definitely wants that to be true.
you, on the other hand, are stunned but appreciative of miguel’s commitment. truthfully, you never expected him to be so involved and dedicated to spending time with you and luca. it surprises you by all means but you appreciate it. you did wonder if this was a coping mechanism for him because of his late daughter. you don’t know; it’s wrong to assume. no matter what, you still deeply appreciate his commitment. the more time spending together, the connection between you two grows stronger.
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the three of you spend the day at a kids museum. there were fascinating artifacts and paintings. luca was astonished by each and every one of piece. after the museum, you went to have lunch at a local diner that includes an arcade. luca would spend time in there after finishing his food. after spending enough time in the arcade, you visit a little ice cream shop that is a few blocks away from the diner. you order your individual favors. strawberry for you, cookies and cream for luca, and chocolate for miguel.
while eating your delicious ice cream, your phone rings from inside your mini purse. grabbing from your purse, you see that cece is calling. you inform miguel before stepping outside to take the call.
once you stepped outside, you answer the call. cece informs you about some personal shenanigans that she is dealing with. nothing bad, just simply ranting to you like always. you are her ranting buddy. after she finished ranting, you say goodbye and hang up.
just as you are about to head back inside the ice cream shop, a familiar voice calls out your name.
“[y/n]?” the familiar voice calls out.
turning around in surprise, you see a man that you know very well. “ezra?” you asked in shock, eyes widen at his sudden presence.
he is wearing a dark gray shirt and black pants. heavily tanned skin, dark chocolate hair and eyes.
“i finally found you. i’ve been looking for you everywhere.” he approaches you, softly smiling.
in full honesty, you are a bit dumbfounded. you were not expecting him to be here. it catches you off guard to the core. “wh—what are you doing here?”
“i’m on vacation. they finally gave me some time off after working nonstop.” ezra elaborated.
your expression softens a little, but still shocked. “oh… well good for you. you deserve it, you work very hard every.” you try showing sympathy.
ezra softly smiles at you, appreciating your kind words. “thank you. where’s luca?”
“oh he’s—“ you are cut off when miguel and luca walk out of the ice cream shop to find you.
“papá!” luca shouts in excitement, letting go of miguel’s hand and runs to his father.
“hey, mijo!” ezra crouch down to capture luca in his arms, embracing him tightly.
miguel’s eye widen in confusion yet anger as he watches luca and his father sharing a hug. he is confused by ezra’s sudden arrival, considering that he barely visits and spends time with luca. a little frown of suspicion forms on his face.
“i missed you so much, papá!” luca exclaimed.
“i missed you more, mijo. how’ve you been?” ezra breaks the hugs, caressing luca’s face.
“bien! we went to the museum and got ice cream!” luca lifts up the cone of ice cream in front of his face.
“qué bueno, mijo!” ezra smiles at him before glancing up at you. his eyes widen in surprise when he notices miguel standing beside you. ezra stands up, holding luca’s hand, extending out his free hand to shake. “hey, i’m ezra. luca’s father.”
miguel glares at him with a skeptical look. “miguel o’hara. [y/n]’s friend.” he purposefully squeezes his hand to the point of almost crushing it.
ezra winces at the slight pain in his hand. to conceal his pain, he offers a brief smile. “nice to meet you, miguel.” he said nervously, pulling his hand away before turning to you with a soft expression. “how are you? are you doing okay?”
“yeah, i’m fine. just taking care of him and working.” you return the smile before looking away from his eyes, crossing your arms.
ezra softly smiles at your response. “that’s good. i’m glad you’re doing okay.”
you nod, appreciating his generosity. you look back at him. “so how long is your vacation?”
“a week, started today. i wanted to visit here so i can spend time with luca.” he glances at the little boy.
a whole week? that is certainly a surprise to you. there is no doubt that ezra deserves a vacation, considering his workaholic nature. consumed by his work, it’s understandable how much he misses luca.
“oh wow, that’s nice.” you said sweetly.
ezra hums in agreement, smiling at you.
miguel is practically baffled, or more so skeptical of ezra’s week-long vacation. however, he just keeps his suspicions to himself for your sake.
“do you… do you want to take him?” you asked anxiously, fiddling with your hands.
miguel and ezra look at you in complete shock.
“are you sure? i can take him tomorrow.” ezra shoots you a concern look, eyebrows creasing.
“no, no… it’s okay. you came all this way to spend time with him. plus, it’s been a while since he has seen you.” you offer a soft smile as reassurance.
a bit of guilt lingers in his heart. ezra doesn’t want to interrupt your day. he has a whole week to spend time with luca. however, he could never say no to you. despite being against it, he takes your offer.
“okay, i promise to bring him home.” ezra said, a look of sincerity in his eyes.
you simply nod with a small smile.
ezra looks at luca. “you wanna hang out with papá?”
“yes!” he said with a bright smile but turns into a sad frown. “wait — what about mamá?”
your heart melts. “aw mijo, it’s okay. go spend time con tú papá.” you smile at him, cupping his face and planting a kiss on his forehead.
“okay, mamá.” luca smiles back at you.
“i promise. we won’t be gone for long.” ezra reassures you again with that same sincere look.
“okay.” you softly said, knowing that he means it.
smiling at your approval, ezra slowly walks away in the opposite direction, holding luca’s hand. “say bye to mamá.” he whispers to him.
“bye mamá!” luca waves at you as he walks away with his father.
“bye, amor.” you said softly, waving back.
while watching erza and luca walk away together, a bit of anxiety creeps into your body. of course as a mother, you worry about your child. it’s obvious he is with his father and no harm will be done. luca is safe and ezra will protect him. it’s mainly because of your immense attachment with luca. the motherly instincts are to blame. but really, you just care and are protective of your son. your baby boy.
miguel dislikes ezra for taking luca from you and ruining your bonding time. the three of you were having a wonderful day until he unexpectedly arrived. miguel clenched his jaw as he watch luca walking away with his asshole of a father. he loathes erza.
your eyes are trained on luca until he is no longer in sight, fading into the crowd of people. your heart aches a little. you place your hand on your chest, fiddling with your necklace as a coping mechanism.
miguel shifts his gaze to you, noticing your anxious state. his expression softens. “are you okay?” he asked tenderly.
“yeah. just a mother always worrying about her child, that’s all.” you let out a sad sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself as comfort.
his heart cracks a little, understanding your reasons. part of miguel wants chase ezra and beat the shit out of him for snatching luca and making you feel bad. but the human side of him wants to comfort you while luca is away. and he most certainly will.
since luca is no longer in your sight, it’s best to head home for the day. “we should head back.” you turn around and start walking.
miguel follows you. “you should’ve let him take luca tomorrow.” he shares his thoughts.
“it’s fine. besides, luca needs to spend time with his father after a while.” you protest in a gentle manner.
a frown forms on his face. miguel understands luca needs to be with his father. but what bothers him to the core is ezra’s unexpected arrival, snatching luca from you, and ruining your day. there is no denying that miguel is pissed off. however, he needs to be at your side to comfort you. his attention is on you.
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you and miguel return to your apartment for the rest of the day. the sun has set down. you made coffee for the both of you and chitchat on the couch. miguel rambles on recent missions and criticizes several spiders that he isn’t fond of. you laugh and reprehend him for being harsh on those spiders. as you two continue chitchatting, warmth fills the room. the connection between you two is stronger than ever. being in the comfort of your home with miguel, just the two of you, is smoothing. as a bonus point, you never realized how close you two are. practically a few inches from each other.
the doorbell rings; it’s ezra returning luca. placing down your mug on the coffee table, you lift up from the couch and walk to the front door. placing down his mug next to yours, miguel follows you. opening the door, you see ezra carrying a sleeply luca.
“hey.” you whispered, warmly smiling at him while holding the door open.
“hey, he fell asleep on the way back. he sure did have a great time.” ezra returns the same smile.
you nod. “where did you take him?”
“to the theaters. we watched the mario movie.” he said happily.
“oh nice. he’s been wanting to see it. i’m glad you took him to see it, thank you.” you said sweetly.
“of course, anything for him.” erza softly smiles.
you return the smile before glancing at luca, who is definitely passed out. “i’ll put him to bed.”
just before you could reach out your arms to take luca from ezra’s hold, miguel beats you to it.
“i’ll take him.” miguel carefully takes luca from ezra’s arms and walks to his room.
while miguel puts him to bed, you and ezra chitchat.
“thank you for taking him out and bringing him home.” you said sweetly.
ezra warmly smiles at you. “of course.”
“what time are you planning to pick him up tomorrow?” you asked.
“whenever you want. just text me.” he answered.
you simply nod with a little smile. “okay, night.”
“night.” ezra offers a smile before waking away.
you closed and locked the door. you head to luca’s room, standing in the doorway. miguel is kneeling beside the bed as he tucks luca into the covers. luckily he didn’t wake up, just sinking into the comfort of the bed. miguel stays there for moment, making sure the boy falls asleep soundly. once again, your heart melts at the heartwarming sight.
noticing your presence from the corner of his eye, miguel stands up and walks away from the bed. he walks past you as you closed the door. the both of you silently head back to the living room and sat down on the couch again.
“thanks for putting him to bed.” you whispered, softly smiling at him.
“no problem.” he returns the same smile.
you quickly glance at the clock above the tv, it’s 9:30. it seems reasonable for miguel to head home. you don’t want him out too late.
“it’s getting late, you should probably get back home.” you suggest.
“i will soon. do you need anything else?” he asked.
“no, i’m fine. thank you.” you softly smile.
for a moment, silence fills the room. neither of you speak a word, unsure of what else to say. you’re tired, definitely need to head to bed soon. you assume miguel is in the same boat.
after a few seconds of silence, miguel breaks it. “why did he come back?” a hint of displeasure in his voice.
you whip your head around, looking at him in confusion. “what?”
“ezra. why did he suddenly decided to visit?” he asked, a little sternly this time.
“oh… well he’s on vacation so…” you said.
“yes but that doesn’t excuse him from unexpectedly arrive and take luca away from you.” miguel expresses his frustration but realizes it sounds rude.
your brows frown in disapproval, confused by his derogated assumption. how could he say that? “he didn’t take luca away from me. he’s his father, he’s allowed to spend time with his son.”
miguel lets out a sad sigh, realizing how his words offended you but wasn’t his intention. however, he is still pissed off about ezra. “but he didn’t notify you beforehand. that isn’t right. he should’ve before taking luca from you.” that last phrase accidentally spills from his mouth.
you immediately stand up in frustration. “he didn’t take him away from me! stop saying that!” you lost control for second, realizing that you could wake up luca from your shouting. you sigh in frustration, placing a hand on your forehead.
now he has pushed it. miguel never intended to offend and upset you. he hates himself for it. he heavily sighs in remorse. “look… i didn’t mean—“
“just stop. you should go.” you cut him off, walking away and head to your bedroom.
“[y/n]—“ miguel lifts up from the couch and follows you, feeling remorseful.
“please, miguel. just go.” you don’t look back at him as you enter your room. walking to your dresser, you search for a set of pajamas to avoid him.
“[y/n] i’m sorry.” a hint of guilt in his voice. miguel stands behind you with a pleading expression, desperately wants you to look at him.
a sad sigh escapes your lips. you turn around but refuse to make eye contact with him. “just go.”
his heart cracks at the sight of your frustrated state. oh how he regrets for making you feel like this. the last thing he wants is to hurt you. it’s beyond comprehension how much you mean to him. right now, he needs to fix his mistake.
“[y/n] please…” miguel pleads, taking a step forward.
“don’t…” you hold out your hand to prevent him from approaching closer, not making to make eye contact.
he gently grabs your hand and place it on his broad chest. taking another step until he’s towering you, miguel looks down at you with a pleading look. “i’m sorry for what i said, it was wrong…”
you don’t answer, still refusing to look at him.
left with no other choice, he use his free hand and gingerly lifts your chin up to look at him.
you finally make eye contact with him. guilt and sorrow stain his eyes. your heart cracks at the sight. but you get distracted by how pretty his eyes are. the beautiful hues of brown and red. despite his grumpy and intimidating demeanor, miguel is compassionate and sincere. his eyes are prove of that.
you slowly get lost in his eyes, blinded by the charm and sincerity.
“let me in…” he whispers, slowly leaning closer.
you snap out of your thoughts, blinking at him in confusion. “what?…”
“let me be the father that luca needs. let me be the partner you need.” miguel whispers as he continues leaning closer towards your face until your lips are only centimeters apart.
you heart skips a beat at his words, butterflies in your stomach. miguel wants to be a part of your life? part of luca’s life? oh your heart flutters, cheeks feeling warm and breathing nervously.
“miguel…” you whisper, eyes fluttering.
“let me in… please…” miguel leans closer, lips almost touching.
you feel immensely hot, your heart pounding out of your chest. you just stand there completely flustered, his lips teasing yours.
miguel’s gaze is focused on your lips, feeling your hot breath against his. letting go of your chin, his hand travels down and gently grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him. without wasting a moment, he leans in and captures your lips in a passionate kiss.
your heart flutters at the kiss. you’ve had imagined a few scenarios of kissing him, wondered how his lips felt against yours. it’s better than you imagined. you kiss him back with the same efficacy.
oh how he waited for his moment, finally captured your soft lips. miguel smiles into the kiss as you kissed him back. he then adds a little pressure, increasing the intimacy.
a soft little moan escapes from you as a response to the pressure in the kiss.
miguel lets go of your hand that is placed on his chest. using both hands, he pulls you even closer by the waist. one hand stays on your waist while the other slowly travels up your back. that sends shivers down your spine, forming goosebumps.
your raise your arms, traveling his chest and wrapping them around his neck. you stand on your tippy toes since you’re short as hell.
while kissing you passionately, his hands navigate down to the hem of your cream knit sweater. sliding under your sweater, miguel gently massages and strokes your bare skin. his hands wonder to your curves, memorizing them as he gently gropes them.
you shiver at his touch, your breath hitches. jolts of pleasure flowing through your body.
he breaks the kiss, looking down at you with pure affection and lust. “té amo.” he tenderly whispers.
you softly smile at him. “té amo también.”
the both of you smile at each other before resuming to a night of pleasure and intimacy.
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it’s the next morning. the sun shines through the sheer curtains like always. as you slowly awaken from slumber, you feel something wrapped around your waist. a large arm draped over you. a little smile forms on your lips at the sight. your back is pressed against miguel’s chest, feeling his radiating warmth. it’s so soothing, providing comfort.
desperately want to see him, you carefully turn around so you don’t wake him up. little did you know, miguel is already awake and been admiring you.
“oh — sorry for waking you up.” you said softly.
“you didn’t. i’ve been awake.” he reassured you in a tender manner, caressing your arm.
“how long?” you start caressing his cheek.
miguel leans into your touch. “not long.”
you nod, still caressing his cheek.
“did you sleep okay?” he asked, gently pulling you closer towards him by the waist.
“mhm.” you move up your hand to his hair, gently rubbing it with your fingers.
miguel smiles before leaning in and capture your lips with his into a kiss. you reciprocate the kiss.
“mamá.” luca calls out.
you both immediately stop the kiss and look over at luca standing by the door.
“qué paso, mijo?” you asked.
“nada. i just wanna see you.” he rubs his eyes.
a little smile forms on your lips. “aw mijo, ven aquí.”
luca walks over and climbs onto the bed. he settles in between you and miguel. he curls up against you, causing you to wrap your arms around him. luckily for you and miguel, the sheets cover your bare bodies.
“spiderman sleep with you?” luca asked.
you and miguel awkwardly stare at each other. that sentence didn’t register properly in your head. you want to laugh but can’t for the sake of your son’s innocence.
“sí, he was very tired so he stayed here with us.” that wasn’t a total lie.
“yay! you should stay here all the time!” luca turns and looks at miguel with a smile.
“really?” miguel chuckles.
“yeah! you should live with us!” luca exclaim.
both of your hearts melt at his plead. it’s clear that he loves miguel, like his own father. he wants him to be a part of your lives. and miguel is more than willing to, just like he always wanted.
“maybe i should.” miguel smiles at him then to you.
you smile back at him.
“yay!” luca cheers and hugs miguel.
you and miguel laugh in delightfulness. he hugs the boy return, smiling. like every time, your heart melts when miguel and luca embrace each other like a father and son. the two most important people.
a few weeks later, luca’s wish came true. well, you and luca moved into miguel’s apartment but he’s still happy that you all are living together. you and miguel start dating, raising luca together. everyday is spent with love and happiness. you continue those bonding days but as a offical family; a little trio. luca is the happiest kid ever. he adores his family so much. as time goes on, he starts calling miguel “papí” but sometimes still refers him as “spiderman” whenever he’s with his friends. just to show him off.
all of your wishes came true. luca has miguel as a part of the family as a father figure. you now have miguel, the man you deeply care for and love, as a part of your life. miguel finally has you and luca, a second chance of having a family.
along the way, luca is promoted to big brother. you and miguel have a little bundle of joy on the way. the three of you are so excited to have an additional member to the family. miguel has never been so happy, now has two kids to cherish and adore. another piece to the perfect family.
you all live a wonderful, blissful life.
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Relationship Doubts and Venting
For context, I've never had a long-term relationship before. I was technically 'with' a guy for two years, but after 6 dates our first month, I had to move, and so only saw him twice more in person after that. He insisted on EMAIL communcation only. So we essentially made no progress on actually getting to know each other.
So now, I've been with my current boyfriend for 5 months, and have known him for 6. We met on a dating app. We find each other very attractive, we're both conservative and want multiple children, we're both deadset on no sex before marriage, and we get along quite well. I enjoy being around him, and I've introduced him to my church and my coworkers on different occasions, starting from our first month together.
But on our last date, he started asking me questions about how my denomination handles weddings and what I would like my own wedding to be like. I was honest about what I liked, and finished by saying I wasn't ready to be engaged yet. But from things he's said, I have a feeling he's decided that I'm the one and is only waiting until I say something similar back to make it official.
That's so exciting, and flattering, and yet I know I'm not ready for it.
I still have a lot of concerns and unknowns about him. In no particular order, please enjoy all my concerns:
1: I still haven't met any of his family. We almost went bowling with his sister but she had a last-minute scheduling conflict. He's been living with his brother for several years, but he didn't even tell that brother about me yet. He says this brother is just very quiet and that they aren't close. But they've lived together for over 10 years, and my BF drives an hour EACH WAY to see me for every date. Where does the brother think he's going?
2: We never go to his area, partly because my work schedule is much less forgiving than his. This also means I've never seen his bedroom or home, including pictures. I've asked about this more than once, and he kinda dismisses it, saying it's just nicer to be in my area/house.
3: He's eight years older than me. I'm okay with the age gap in theory. In practice, we definitely grew up in very different eras and families. He's one of five kids, and I'm one of two sisters. I think he was harshly disciplined, and he indicated that he would physically discipline any children he has, though he added caveats restricting that discipline to certain behaviors from boys over the age of 15. But it still concerned me, because it wasn't coming from a place of "last resort" so much as from a place of "I got this so he would too."
Similarly, we don't agree on circumcision. His arguments for it consisted of "I was," "it's ugly otherwise," "he'll be bullied if he doesn't get it," and "there are some slight health benefits I think."
4: He was raised Catholic. I don't have an issue with Catholics generally, but I have known of several Catholic-CS couples who did not work out because of the vast denominational differences. I've also been personally warned by more than one CS woman of marrying a Catholic man, because they were prevented in their marriages from practicing their faith by their own Catholic husbands. TBF to my BF, he doesn't seem like he would be this kind of husband, but I don't know for sure because he doesn't seem to understand how different our beliefs actually are?
While my BF says he is looking for a new denomination, he's fundamentally incurious about other denominations, including my own. It seems like he is only looking to leave Catholicism because of political disaffection with Pope Francis and not because of an actual theological disagreement. He did Lent this year same as he ever did. He even admitted to not knowing the difference between Catholic and Protestant beliefs. He thought Peter wrote one of the Gospels (and he went to Catholic schools all his life).
It's just baffling to me that he isn't really interested in learning about different theologies and practices, while still claiming that he IS interested. It's words with no action following. I keep trying to show him stuff about my Bible study or my church. He's gone to a few services with me, but he never wants to talk about the content after. He just says the people there are nice.
Occasionally he makes jokes about wearing cult robes or bringing a goat to sacrifice to my church. This is because CS is often excluded from mainstream interfaith discussions and derided as a cult. Obviously, it's not a cult by any definition. I'm sensitive about this sort of joke, as not only do I truly hate cults like Scientology (for which we are also mistaken a lot unfortunately) and what they do to good people, but I was teased and bullied for my religion several times as a child and teenager.
5: Really, more than anything else, it's the incurious nature that concerns me. I'm not wealthy or an elite or anything, and never will be at my income level. But I do deeply value education, art, and learning. These are the things my family values too. I don't think I can be with someone permanently who doesn't value those things. I don't want to be overly pushy or self-centered either: it's not as if I want someone who only likes the stuff I like. But I don't want to only have small talk forever.
The few times we've had deeper discussions, he ends them as fast as possible, and his statements are rather vague and disconnected. While I wish we did agree on circumcision as an issue, I was more concerned with how poorly he defended his opinion, as well as how dismissive he was of my thoughts. I mean, I guess since I'm not a guy my opinion doesn't matter as much? But my arguments weren't about personal experience, but about empirical evidence and psychological studies. Idk. I regretted that conversation a lot; I got into lawyer-mode and was too blunt. For a few weeks afterward, he seemed like he was upset, but when I asked, he insisted he wasn't and that he didn't care. He also became more vulgar in our conversations after that. I had to ask him to scale it back.
None of these things individually are "dealbreakers". I'm not afraid of compromise and of us being our own people. But we do need to know some big things about each other and come to some important agreements before I would be ready to get engaged to him.
I'm hoping that when he meets my dad and stepmom next week, that will give me further insight. Good kissing and political agreement alone cannot a good marriage make.
#I'm not really looking for advice here though if you have some I'll try to take it well#I mostly needed to vent here because the person I usually vent to is busy rn with her own stuff#I may delete this in a day or two as well#pers com#I may be an overthinker but idc these are important issues#personal
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I just wanted to say regardless of whether you've seen the show that you're my favorite ST writer. I dont know how you capture the characters so well while further developing them perfectly but it's genuinely incredible. I must've read your steddie fics like 97 times just because I adore them <3 If you're still taking prompts, I'd love to maybe see Steve and Eddie! Maybe with "Oh this is too good to pass up" as the dialogue? Either way, you're incredible and I can't wait to read all your other work <3
Okay, wow this is VERY sweet ;w; You are so so kind anon. I think I'm getting better at writing them now after having practiced. Those first fics have a fond place in my heart for being the first ones, but every day I am tempted to rewrite them LMAO
anyways, I'm certainly far from perfect but I'm grateful that you enjoy them!! This warms my heart so much. I really do love writing them and the positive response to those fics made me wanna keep going and improve. Still haven't seen the show yet but honestly I'm chilling in this little niche I've carved for them.
Hopefully this fic makes you happy and pushes me a lil closer to being worthy of the honor of being your fav. Really hope you enjoy--I fuckin love these boys <3
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Ahoy, Sailor
You can read this as a season three au or as season four. Either way, Steve and Eddie have a bitchy will they/won’t they rivalry situation going on. Eddie REALLY likes pushing Steve’s buttons.
It’s not unusual for Eddie to find his way to the Harrington house for some excuse or another, but he’ll admit it’s unusual to be invited. He tends to just appear and haunt Steve unasked. It’s more fun that way.
Steve had called him, muttering something about how Eddie needed to come pick up his vest because it ‘smelled like a depressed hippie’. Eddie had fired back that Steve’s room couldn’t possibly smell any better without it, and their usual bickering had Eddie leaving fifteen minutes later with a grin on his face.
He loves Steve. Messing with him, that is. So, naturally, when Eddie ascends the stairs and sees Steve dressed like a little schoolboy, he takes a minute to compose his best jokes.
“Ahoy, sailor.” Eddie whistles, leaning in the doorway to Steve’s room. He drinks in the Scoops Ahoy uniform and all it blessedly has to offer.
“Wh—oh, fuck off. It’s laundry day.” Steve rolls his eyes.
“Aye aye, cap’n.” Eddie salutes. Steve flips him off.
“Cool the attitude, sassy lost child.” Eddie snorts. There’s piles of clothes on every surface in the room, arranged in a way that suggests intention but would baffle even the most equipped psychologist. Eddie wants to ask about the system here, but he knows he’s no better, so he just watches Steve flit around with a little pout on his face.
“You look like Donald Duck’s worst cousin.” Eddie snickers into his fist.
“You done?” Steve puts his hands on his hips.
“For now.” Eddie shrugs. Steve huffs.
Steve keeps rooting through the piles on the floor--slow enough to be mesmerizing, but fast enough where he’s clearly looking for something specific. Oh, his vest. Laundry. Eddie scans the room until, aha--he spots it hanging over the back of Steve’s desk chair, smooth and loved. Striking, compared to the state of everything else. Eddie smiles before he can catch himself.
“My vest is over there.” Eddie jerks a thumb towards Steve’s desk.
“Yeah, I see that.” Steve gives him a perplexed look. He shakes his head and keeps drifting through the clothes.
“Then what are you looking for?” Eddie ventures, stepping into the room properly. As much as he wants to, he doesn’t shrug his vest on. It feels like a conclusion of business, a visual excuse for Steve to kick him out despite the olive branch he’s inexplicably extended.
“A shirt. Robin’s got a date to impress.” Steve sorts through a pile. He looks between a yellow sweater and a green one, sighs, and tosses them both aside.
“By wearing…your clothes?”
“Yes, Munson, keep up.” Steve puts a hand on his hip. “She’s gonna be here eventually, probably freaking out, and I wanna give her two options. Just two. She’s gotta look good, but she’s gotta be comfortable.”
“Right.” Eddie nods slowly, as if this makes sense.
“Hey, make yourself useful. I’ve got this shirt, uhm, dark blue? With a little stripe? If you find it, let me know.” Steve flaps a hand at him. Eddie knows precisely the shirt--it fits Steve distractingly well.
“I’ll get right on that, sweetheart.” Eddie flops backwards on the bed. Steve shoots him a withering look. Eddie gives his most charming smile and folds his arms behind his head.
God, he loves this part of their little dance. The way Steve looks at him, the undeniable fondness buried beneath the exasperation—it’s a thrill.
Steve tugs at a shirt underneath Eddie’s body, but he can’t get it free. He heaves a belabored sigh.
“Do you mind?” Steve’s eyebrow twitches.
“Not at all. I’m enjoying myself immensely.” Eddie smirks.
“If you stretch out my shirt, I’m gonna push you in the goddamn pool. Get up!” Steve jabs Eddie in the side. Eddie giggles and flinches violently.
Steve Harrington is looking at him as if he’s the best present he’s ever received, and while some deep and unacknowledged part of Eddie does flips at the sight, it’s terrifying.
“Oh, this is too good to pass up.” Steve crawls onto the bed after him, his devilish grin curling wider by the second. Eddie’s face burns and he scrambles to flee, but Steve’s already on top of him.
“Don’t you dare, Harring—aaah!” Eddie’s soul and dignity flee him in a high-pitched shriek.
“Holy shit. I’m barely touching you.” Steve staccato pokes him everywhere he can reach, quick and light, and Eddie can’t stop the giggles bursting from him in waves. He wants to think of something witty to say, but it tickles, and Steve’s smirking—it’s a lot to ask of man under these conditions.
Steve starts tickling him in earnest, his fingers skittering wherever they can reach. When Steve trips up his ribs, Eddie arches like he’s being hit with a defibrillator. He smushes his face into his hands, hoping maybe he’ll smother himself and they can call this a day, but Steve tuts at him and pulls his hands away from his face.
“No way you’re this ticklish,” Steve says again—does he really need to rub it in—and gives Eddie’s sides a curious squeeze. Eddie shrieks and flips himself over, attempting to crawl towards freedom.
“Where’re you going?” Steve drags Eddie back into place by his waist. He makes an incoherent whining noise that breaks off into laughter and goes limp on the bed. He tries to roll back over but Steve is solid on top of him. Being face-down gives him the small mercy of being able to hide his face while he cackles.
God, he didn’t even know that the back of someone’s ribs could be ticklish. Holy hell.
Eddie grabs at Steve’s knee and releases a desperate jumble of syllables. Steve yelps and falls backwards off the bed.
Eddie peeks at him over the edge of the bed, laughter petering off into gentle embers. Steve stares up at him, wide-eyed. Eddie backtracks, trying to figure out why a simple touch would’ve elicited such a big reac—oh. Oh.
Steve’s halfway down the stairs before Eddie even realizes he’s gone.
“Hey! Get back here!” Eddie skids after him two stairs at a time, swiping at the back of Steve’s shirt.
Eddie tackles Steve over the back of the couch, both of them a tangle of screeching, flailing limbs. Steve’s stronger but Eddie is scrappy, having long since abandoned his self-preservation instincts. Steve tries to roll them over and Eddie goes limp. Steve grunts under the deadweight, and it gives Eddie the two seconds he needs to clamber on top of him properly.
“Now—“ Eddie finally wrestles Steve down, huffing a lock of hair out of his eyes— “What the everloving fuck was that?”
“Nothing.” Steve’s poker face is good, but Eddie can see right through that easy smile. He walks his fingers across Steve’s stomach. Steve inhales sharply.
“Didn’t sound like nothing.” Eddie raises his eyebrows innocently. Steve narrows his eyes at him, but his fake smile is very slowly twitching into a real one.
Spurred on, Eddie kneads into Steve’s stomach, gentle and a little clumsy. Steve trembles under him, wrenching a hand free just to cover his face. Little huffs and snickers wobble out of him.
“Dishing out what you can’t take? Oh, this is precious.” Eddie snickers. Steve shoves his hand into the side of his face to push him away. Eddie licks it.
Steve screeches, but that breaks the dam. The first beautiful sound from him is a snort. Eddie gasps happily, then laughs right along with Steve.
It’s not that Steve doesn’t laugh, he does, but it’s often the restrained chuckle that Eddie loves to give every royal NPC in his campaign. Eddie’s never heard anything like this, this bubbly rush littered with voice-cracks and little bouts of nose-scrunched hiccups. He didn’t know Steve was even capable of these kinds of noises.
The stupid little Scoops shirt rides up and Eddie takes advantage of bare skin. Steve squeals and goes boneless on the couch. He hits Eddie with the full brunt of his smile, unfiltered and radiant, and something in Eddie’s chest flutters.
“EddieEddieEddie--” Steve snorts again, and the speed at which his face turns scarlet suggests embarrassment. Eddie can’t imagine why.
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” Eddie reaches behind him and finds Steve’s knee, tickling just where the goofy shorts stop, and Steve wails. He curls his head into Eddie’s chest and seems to resign himself to die there. Eddie has absolutely no feelings about how warm Steve feels or the desperate little leg kick he does.
Steve grabs Eddie’s wrists and he relents, figuring the promise of future mischief is a sufficient tradeoff for a truce. Steve collapses back into the couch cushions with a delirious little giggle, rubbing his hands over his beaming face. Steve peeks at him overtop his hands, then snickers again.
The longer they sit here, both breathing a little hard, the longer Eddie has to notice the gentle warmth and curve of Steve’s eyes. A hysterical man would call them doe-like. Eddie accepts this new state of being and leans a little closer. His guitar pick necklace dangles over Steve’s chest. Steve’s jaw falls slack, eyes flitting to Eddie’s lips. Eddie’s hair falls in a frizzy curtain around them both.
Eddie doesn’t see Robin so much as he hears her—the screech of disgust bounces off every wall. He pops his head up and they make direct, unfortunate eye contact. She shoots him an all-knowing look with her beady, accusatory little eyes and he gives her his most threatening zip it gesture.
Steve decides that that’s the moment to counterattack, sending a cackling Eddie toppling off the cushions and onto the floor. Steve slides down after him, ducking under a flailing arm and scribbling his fingers wherever he can reach. Eddie curls up like a pillbug. He can hear Robin saying something but it's unintelligible over the sound of his own laughter.
“I know, right?” Steve grins back at her, then looks back to Eddie. Softly.
Steve has the audacity to wink at him. Eddie files that little moment away for Tonight Eddie to scream into a pillow about, and instead focuses on launching a counter-counterattack that’ll save his life.
#my fics#steddie#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#ticklish!steve harrington#ticklish!eddie munson#me answering this ask and sweating: dont write an essay dont write an essay there's already a fic attached to this dont--#anyways thank you anon ive been sitting on these kind words for a little bit and it really means a lot to me. <3#kind anons carry this blog on their backs fr#also codependent besties stobin are everything to me. robin steals steves clothes and then he just starts giving them to her#also at the end robin definitely is saying that eddie laughs like a goblin and steves like yeah. he does <3#continuation of the 'robin has a key to steve's house' saga
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Bakugo x Kirishima x Reader (female)
Warning: Some cursing
“What do you mean I am being benched?” you yelled at the Commissioner as you paced around the room. “I am the top Hero here, Tsukauchi! Why the heck would you do this to me? Besides, you know you need me for the next mission!?” “We received intel on current situations that threaten your safety. It seems that you are being targeted by the League of Villains (LV) and your recent run-in with Dabi has all agencies on high alert.” Tsukauchi sat behind his desk rubbing his temples as if trying to relieve a headache. “OH?! (you exclaimed, stopping in your tracks) All agencies huh?” “Yes. All agencies.” You crossed your arms and gave him a side glance “So…which one gave you the intel?” “Dynamight’s.” “Dynamight?!” you slammed your hands on his desk “Y…yes.” You knew better than to be taking your frustration out on the man in front of you. This turn of events wasn’t his doing after all. He was just following protocol. You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration and softly sighed “I see.” You turned to exit the Commissioner’s office “(Y/H/N)…wh…where are you going? This is only temporary. At least until we can figure out why the League is after you.” “You already know why. And don’t worry, I’ll be back. Right after I set HIS ass on FIRE!!!!” With a confused look on his face, Tsukauchi watched as you let the door slam behind you “His ass? She doesn’t mean Dynamight’s…does she?”
No one at Hero Public Safety Commision (HPSC) knew of your current relationship with the #2 Hero Dynamight and the #8 Hero Red Riot. Due to your line of work, it was safer this way. Heck, other than Naomasa Tsukauchi, who had recently been elected President of the HPSC, no one even knew your true identity. The saddest part out of all this secrecy was that not even your own boyfriends knew just how powerful you were.
Your telekinesis quirk had manifested at an early age and it quickly caught the attention of the HPSC. Your quirk not only allowed you to move objects, but you could also manipulate matter at will. Your limitation was your own imagination. The HPSC approached your family with an offer to have you trained as a member of an elite group of heroes but you would need to keep your abilities a secret. You were allowed to attend UA as part of the General Studies course and that’s where you met the boys.
“UGH! DAMN YOU KATSUKI! Why the heck aren’t you answering your phone?” You threw your cell phone over to the passenger seat of your SUV. All your calls kept going to voicemail and he wasn’t reading any of your text messages. The staff at his agency wouldn’t tell you where he was, only that he wasn’t available. This of course was standard procedure. They don’t know your Dynamight’s girlfriend and as far as they’re concerned you could be a villain plotting to attack the #2 Hero.
Your heart was racing with anger as you pulled up to the front gate and saw thier cars parked in the driveway. Trying to keep your calm, you think back to the day on the lake when the three of you confessed your feelings for each other. How the heck do 3 best friends fall in love with one another. The thought still baffled you but the past year had been so amazing and now here you were sharing a home with them. Even though you had some reservation at first. Things had been going great up until 2 weeks ago when you were approached by the notorious villain, Dabi.
Your undercover job at the Hero Commission was working in the PR Department. You were at a mall signing with some sidekicks and that’s where Dabi saw you. He was scoping the scene to gain intel for the LV and took a liking to you. He had no clue who you were, much less that you were a Secret Agent for the HPSC or in a relationship with the #2 and #8 Heroes. He managed to corner you behind the stage and struck up a conversation. Before you knew it he was trying to recruit you into the League of Villains and then tried kidnapping you when you refused. After a brief scuffle which led to a fight between him and the present Heroes, he escaped and you managed to walk away with only a few minor burns. However, the whole ordeal freaked out your overprotective boyfriends and for the past few weeks they have been pushing you to quit your job and stay home where they could keep you safe. Their lack of faith in your abilities has made you bitter towards them but then how could you blame them, they don’t know what you’re capable of.
You rush into the house and are quickly greeted by Kirishima hugging you. “Hey baby! You’re home early. Wha…what are you wearing?” In your rush to get home to confront Katsuki you forgot to change out of your hero costume. “Ummm…Nevermind that…where is HE?!?!” “Bakugo?” “YES! Bakugo! Where the HELL is he?!” “Baby are you ok? You seem a little agitated.” “OH! I seem a little agitated. I am way passed agitated! Where the FUCK is he RED?!” “Ummm…baby??” You push a stunned Kirishima aside and head to the outdoor training facility. He chased after you, but to his surprise you were so much faster than him. At this point you are so angry that you are no longer in control of your quirk and flames start to spread all over your body.
You smash the doors to the training facility “BAKUGO KATSUKI!!!!” You have now unleashed the full power of your quirk and are flying high engulfed in flames. Bakugo is staring at you in horror and disbelief. “Princess??? You…you…can fly? What the CRAP!?” You start shooting flames and hurling nearby objects at him simultaneously. “Baby Girl? What the…? Stop…you idiot.” He tries to dodge your attacks but one after another you land them all. You manage to pin him under a boulder, knocking him unconscious. “(Y/N)!!!!” Kirishima finally runs in “STOP!!!! What are you doing? You’re going to kill him!” and with those words you look down to where Katsuki is lying. The shock of what you have just done over takes you and you collapse to the ground in tears. “Katsuki? I…I…I’m sorry.” You lift the boulder off of him as Kirishima rushes to his side.
“Is…is he ok?” “He’s unconscious. We need to get him to the hospital. He might have head trauma.” “What?” “Com’on.” Kirishima lifts him up in one swoop and the two of you rush to the car. You climb in the back seat of the truck and Kiri places Bakugo in your lab. “Katsuki…babe…I am so sorry. Please be ok. I didn’t mean to…” You say softly as your tears fall onto his face. “Baby…please…I am sorry. Please…I was just so angry.” “(Y/N), what the hell is going on? What was that? I’ve never seen you display that type of power before. Where did that come from?” “This is my power.” you reply with a heavy sigh and tears streaming down your face. “What?” “Kiri…please just get us to the hospital. I’ll explain everything later.” “Ok baby but…um…I am not going to lie…uh…I am pretty terrified of you right now.” “I’m pretty terrified of myself too. (you look down at Katsuki) Baby…can you hear me?” He opens his eyes slightly “Princess…you dumbass…what the heck was that?” “OH BABY! Shhhhh…don’t talk. We are taking you to the hospital. I am sooooo sorry.”
Once at the hospital, Bakugo is quickly taken in to see a healer. You and Kirishima are sitting across from each other in the waiting room. Normally he would be all over you in situations like this but after what he just witnessed, he’s been keeping his distance and you don’t blame him. Your phone rings “Hey. I am at the hospital. Can you come meet me here? Great. Thanks.” “Who was that?” “The Commissioner.” “What? Why is he calling you?” You don’t respond to Kirishima’s questions. The nurse walks in “He has been asking for you both. You can go in and see him now.” You walk in silence to his room. Kirishima walks in first. “Katsuki! Are you ok babe?” “Yeah…shity hair…I am fine. Where is (y/n)?” You step out from behind Kirishima. “Hey.” “Hey? Is that all you have to say to me?” He is angry but not as angry as you expect. “What the FUCK was that? Since when do you have that kind of power?” “I was angry at you. You had me benched.” “What? What do you mean I had you benched?” “Your agency. They called the HPSC and had me benched.” “Princess…you’re going to need to do some more explaining than that because I don’t have a fucking clue as to what you're talking about Dumbass and what the HECK are you wearing!” Just then, Naomasa Tsukauchi walks in. “(Y/H/N)?” “It’s ok, Tsukauchi. You can call me by my real name here.” Bakugo and Kirishima are both staring at you in confusion. “Um (y/n)…why is the Commissioner here and why did he just call you (Y/H/N)?” “Because that’s my Hero name.” Bakugo and Kirishima are both staring at you with a look of confusion “WHAT THE FUCK?!!!”
#bakugo x reader#bakugo x kirishima#kirishima x reader#kirishima eijirou#bakugou katsuki#bakugo katuski#mha smut#female#bakugo x kirishima x reader (female)
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@she-she88 replied to your post “Hey guys, I want to try to do a very silly, random...”:
16&13&36
14 Days of Scoundress 2024 ♥ February 2nd
Terribly corny crap
She agreed to this statue, this tribute erected on the main plaza of Hanna City. She agreed to standing here, in person, as speakers and performers parade by. She has been seeing a therapist for a while, even. She’s dealt with this.
So why the fuck can she not get it together?
Leia hasn’t broken, not yet. But she has achieved that by fixing her unblinking eyes on the statue of her parents, with all of two billion names etched on it, until their features blurred, as she tries to trick her brain into thinking she’s staring at nothing but a shapeless mass of ore. Which means that, sooner or later, she’s going to tear up anyway. Exactly what she’s been trying to avoid.
She cannot break in public. Will not. She hasn’t learned how to do it gracefully, for public consumption, and she’s not interested in doing so. Grief is one of the few things that remains hers.
Maybe if her bantha-brain of a husband were actually there to hold her hand like he promised he would be—
Leia grits her teeth, frustrated at herself. No, this isn’t on Han. This is on her, for forgetting what it was like to get by without him. How did she do it before?
By numbing yourself to everything but rage, she reminds herself, and burning the candle at both ends. Tucking it all away until it was safe to crash down.
As if she’s somehow summoned him through the Force, she finally spots Han, pushing through the throng of onlookers at the plaza until he’s at the front. He waves at her and grins when he catches her eye. Even at a distance in her official pod, Leia sees his gaze soften with concern—probably as Han clocks in her expression. Leia doesn’t even want to think what she must look like, her features sitting like a too-tight mask on her face, but it’s all she can do to keep the emotion at bay.
Then he’s waving at her again, making sure she’s looking at him, and brings one hand to his mouth… and blows into it, in her direction.
Leia blinks in confusion. Han brings his hand to his lips a second time—kissing it, she realizes, and flings it exaggeratedly to where she stands, drawing baffled and mildly annoyed looks from his neighbours, most of whom probably don’t recognize him. He does that once more, ending with a sweeping gesture instead. The muscles on her face, which felt locked beyond her help, finally relax, like a trap that’s been disarmed, and she even manages an eyeroll at her husband, who smirks at his success.
What a goof.
Later, he makes his way to her, and the people around her definitely recognize him, giving them a moment of privacy.
Han steps forward, his arms half-raised to embrace her, but she holds her hands up and looks over his shoulder.
‘Wh—?’
‘I’m looking for security,’ she deadpans. ‘I’m calling the cops on you for that terribly corny crap you just pulled.’
‘Ha,’ he says, then huffs a little as Leia throws herself at him, burying her face into his chest, arms tightening around him just for a moment, just to let him know how she’s feeling, the grief that snuck up on her and still demands release, but also the gratitude for him, and his terribly corny crap.
‘It worked. You were supposed to catch it, though.’
‘Was I?’
He presses a kiss into the crown of her head before she steps back. ‘Sorry I couldn’t make it sooner, sweetheart.’
‘That’s alright,’ Leia says, grabbing his hand as they begin to make their way back home. ‘You were right on time.’
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Prompts:
16: in grief
13: “I’m calling the cops on you for that terrible shit you put me through.”
36: [blowing] a kiss in the air and send of the gesture towards the partner
#hanleia#han x leia#han solo#leia organa#star wars fanfiction#2024#ficlet#rated g#period: post rotj#14daysofscoundress
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