#I wish I knew what year this was but the images aren't dated

[thetrinketeer]

Adopts 165-169 from Valenth, including alts/shinies.

This set was from the Doctor's Ball, an autumnal celebration for feasting and festivities, before the great Doctor Dreamscar disappeared for the rest of the year for private business. Those who know the truth understand it's in fact preparation for new quaggies -or baby leupai- whom he would host in his time away.

[i-just-wanna-write-fanfic]

We ggot Kads and Ino so we gotta have Vince and Johnny boy, I don't make the rules, the prophecy must be complete.

Hahahah! Fair enough! And I love writing these!

NOTES/WARNINGS! Non-yan-characters written as yan! yandere behavior, duh. uhm uh idunno that stuff yeah Both images by @//PulmaHitaMikkie on Twitter hardly proofread TWO IN ONE!!! WHOOO!!! sorry this took so long I've been busy with other things and have been trying to do this in my freeer time

YAN!VINCENT X READER

Yₒᵤ'ᵣₑ ⱼᵤₛₜ ₜₕₑ ₚₑᵣ𝒻ₑ𝒸ₜ ₘᵤₛₑ…

Vincent has always been secluded. He didn't think about having a lover, really only about how he'd keep the family line going when he didn't really think adopting would have that "Musical gene" going.

Meeting you did make him think about finding a lover, though. But not really about keeping the line going.

You were the only person that made him even consider love.

And he liked that.

He liked the flutter he felt in his chest when he spoke with you, when you were just a bit too close, when you took interest in his playing, or asked him to teach you.

He liked it...

too much.

He wanted to stay with you. He wanted you to stay with him. But he knew it wasn't very gentlemanly to be weird about it, so he did his best to tone down his feelings for you, at least until you two got together. That was the plan.

Now, like normal, we'll go two ways with this.

1: He's still in the game.

Him and John are the only two in the group that aren't aware of the game, so this makes finding things out about you a bit harder. He talked to Ashino about you and how he wished you two could be with each other, and Ashino helps him out.

Vincent can finally hear you better, and has done what he can to make you be with him more often by getting Ashino to set up more dates for him!

aka Ashino made more routes, and made more ways for you and Vincy to hang! aw! Thanks, Ash!

Ashino only did this so you wouldn't go on his date and if you did, you would hopefully leave him alone for a second.

2: You're both in the same plane of existence. (doesn't matter how.)

Being secluded, he didn't go out much. But when he did, he often saw you as you were new to Glory and wanted to look around.

He liked seeing you when he went out. You stood out from glory in his eyes, as he knew what it was like to be different since he was quite the sore thumb in town, and everyone was a bit... bright to him.

Seeing you made him go out more often, just seeing you and sometimes speaking with you made him interested. every time he saw and spoke with you, he only wanted to see you more, just to find out more.

After a while, he grew closer with you and started to fall for you.

And he fell HARD.

You were one of the only people that could touch him, or go in his house, and, dare I say, touch and mess with his piano?

The longer you stayed at his home, the better his day was, the better his week was, the better his year was.

He constantly thought about you and maybe having a family with you. He felt he could trust his body with you, and you wouldn't do anything to hurt or disrespect him.

Once you two got together, that's when he started to let you hug and touch him more, even if he was still so flustered by it, but it felt like a good fluster to him. A type of fluster he loved to feel.

He finally made that love song, and it was all about you. It had some vocal parts, yes, but its notes make him think about you so vividly he'd start to play a completely different song... so let's just say, he's made quite a few songs for you.

and he can't help it.

Yₒᵤ'ᵣₑ ⱼᵤₛₜ ₜₕₑ ₚₑᵣ𝒻ₑ𝒸ₜ ₘᵤₛₑ…

YAN!JOHN/MAX X READER

i am NOT doing Max. that's just his name.

ᵗʰᵉʸ ₐ𝒸𝒸ₑₚₜₛ ᵧₒᵤ. ᵇᵘᵗ ᵢ ₙₑₑ𝒹 ᵧₒᵤ.

John knew Mama wanted him to find a mate soon, but he didn't know. He didn't really want to focus on love, and he put it on the back burner for so long, as he found that if he tried, he would most likely be dragged away from the bears he lives with, and if not careful, they could get hurt.

Now, let's go our 2 paths, shall we?

1: He's still part of the game.

He was glad to have some company in the forest! and while he found you a bit strange (And you found him odd as well), he felt a spark!

He loved talking with you and showing you the forest. He just wishes he could spend more time with you and find out more about you so you two could bond more.

Every time he saw you after you got lost, he felt rhythmic, and he liked it. He liked the known flow, but he also felt a sit-down and talk.

Yes, the game did break by him doing this and you not having your script to talk with.

Our man Ashino came up with a quick plan and did what he could patch the game back together with tape so he wouldn't fall through the giant hole in his living room.

Now you can talk with John through free speech!.... how lovely!

even if John made Ino almost piss himself.

2: you're both in the same plane of excistance

This grass eater(/loving) Is.. he doesn't know.

I mean you got lost, he has to help you buttt...

what's stopping him from picking you p?

Holds that urge in while he shows you around and eventually gets you out of the reserve.

He starts to leave the reserve more or tries to spend more time with you when you get lost after your first meeting. He takes a while to bring up the fact that Mama wants him to get a mate, but if you accept he's honestly surprised you just took up that offer so quick. But if not, he will be a bit butt-hurt.

Won't force it on you, but will try to strengthen the bond, and will forever leave you alone about it if you're Asexual or just not interested.

if you're just not interested...

He may leave the reserve to see you more.

If you stop going there altogether, he may get needy.

The next time you go, you're a bit stuck with him for a little bit, as he starts to beg for you to stay. It hurts him to act this way, but if he must, he will.

"Please..."

"ᵗʰᵉʸ ₐ𝒸𝒸ₑₚₜₛ ᵧₒᵤ. ᵇᵘᵗ ᵢ ₙₑₑ𝒹 ᵧₒᵤ.

[aimeeliz]

nightmares

i've dreamt of you a lot this month and that's not really typical. but last night's dream was really tough. i thought about you a lot yesterday, wondering if you're out there thinking of me too. you used to have dreams about me too, do i haunt yours like you do mine?

last nights dream was especially difficult. the dreams i had earlier this month were of you betraying me again, all really negative. but last nights dream was different. we came face to face, a foot away from each other, and i could see your face clear as day. and in great detail. its the most vivid image i have had of you in over a year, and i genuinely could see and picture every inch of your face. and then we looked at each other and knew we just had to hold each other. and so we did; we wrapped each other up and we held on. and i swear to you, i could feel your arms wrapped around me. you hands touching my back and one at the back of my neck, just holding me tight.

i miss you terribly. i hate what you did to me, but i miss my partner. i miss my best friend who was literally my life. we were so in sync, and so fucking in love. what happened?

i miss your face. i miss your smile. i miss your teeth, and how they weren't perfectly straight but i was obsessed with them. your eyes were beautiful, a mix of blue and green. you grew out a mustache when we were together and i never thought i'd love it but i did. your hair. you'd look so handsome when you went to get it cut, but even when you let it grow i loved it. you're a brunette, not a blonde by the way. you took pride in the way you looked. i love your style, your chains and band tees and earrings. i even love and miss your stupid velcro wallet. do you still have my picture in there? what about the fortune you kept from when we were just friends a few years before we started dating?

i miss your patience. you were and are so smart, and you'd explain things that were over my head. you'd explain the rules to any game, and teach the whole group. you were so patient. you helped me with my anxiety, and taught me how to breathe through it as you held me in your arms. i now use that technique when i wake up from nightmares about you.

i miss hugging you. maybe that's why i had that dream. we are both good huggers, putting our whole body and soul into it and showing love to another person. i felt so safe in your arms. i wish i could feel safe in them again.

i miss you right next to me at any event. rolling our eyes at my sisters and whatever drama they might cause, stealing little glances when my dad makes a weird remark, but mostly having you right next to me at all times. not because we couldn't be away from each other, but because we loved spending time together.

we always wanted to hang out together. we loved being together because we had so much fun. and i miss that now. i miss you sitting next to me doing nothing. i miss going out and venturing around, learning new areas or doing stupid chores on the weekend. i have thought about so many old memories that i would love to remind you about. memories of us going to san diego to the amusement park, going to IKEA with you for the very first time. i even remember sitting with you in that mcdonalds parking lot when we were literal babies, taking that one picture i can see clear as day in my mind.

mostly i just miss you. i never thought i would have to live a life that you weren't apart of. i still can't even believe this is my life. i look around and i don't identify with it, but i don't identify with it because you aren't around. a piece of my heart and soul died when you left. my heart didn't break when i left oregon, it broke when i knew you were gone.

i hope someday i can feel peace, and miss you without it overtaking my whole self. but for now, i'll cry. and even though you aren't gone because of death, i'll mourn the loss of you every day. it'll never go away completely, but i do hope i start to feel peace.

[lokisprettygirl]

Build me Up, Break me Down (Loki x Female Reader)

Read chapter 32 here// Series Masterlist

Chapter 33

Summary : Life with Loki gets full of bliss, Thanos finally decided to wage a war on earth

Warning : 18+ Sex, God kink, Some smut, breeding kink, Canon? Never heard of that bish. Also kind of a filler chapter and boring

"Do you want to stay in bed with me all day long?" You smiled as you caressed his cheeks, you both woke up an hour ago, you suffocated him with kisses, then he froze you with a shower together. You didn't know what it was about being snuggled into him as the cold water hit your skin that made you feel so calm but you loved it. Now he had you on the bed again, almost pleading with you to not leave

"I wish I could, I really do, but I can't miss work, see me after work?" You kissed him between your words and he was thinking about it

"Fineeee whatever you need" he groaned and then he kissed your forehead, you got ready, you had to put on the dress from the night

When you stepped outside Thor and Charlotte were waiting, she winked at you and you smiled.

"Loki, brother, would you drop my lady Charlotte to her workplace? They work together" he looked at you and Loki gave him a smirk.

"Sureee it would be my utmost pleasure" Thor blushed as Loki teased him

"Lady Charlotte I'll see you tomorrow for our..date?" She smiled, nodding enthusiastically and he kissed the back of her hand

As you all stepped downstairs you looked at her

"Tell me everything" she squealed, she was waiting for you to ask her about Thor

"Oh you know I thought we were going to do the old devil's tango but he was such a gentleman. We just talked about stars or whatever, then he said he'd want to court me first, court me?can you believe it?" She gasped, she was always so animated with her gestures, you both had such different personalities but it never really mattered.

"Ofcourse I can, You deserve it and more, I'm very happy for you"

"Ohh btw hello Mr hottie" she looked at him and he smiled in response

On the way she kept bugging him to talk, and he was being as polite as he could be, he was slightly awkward around the women he didn't want to fuck but couldn't be mean with either.

When you reached the restaurant, Charlotte went inside and Loki took his sweet time saying goodbye to you

"I'll see you in eight hours or you can come in and get breakfast" his eyes twinkled as you said that. Why didn't he think of that?

He followed you and your manager was really happy to see an avenger again. You got to the employee's room to change and Charlotte was just smirking at you

"Sooooo is everything okay between you two now?" You nodded and smiled

"We talked about our fears last night, you know with me being a mortal and him being a god" you knew a light bulb went into her head as you said that

"I wasn't thinking about that, what if it gets serious between me and Thor?" You sighed, you didn't want to scare her just yet.

"You both will figure it out, but you have to prepare yourself for the inevitable, we aren't going to live as long as them" she nodded as you said that

"I get that, but will he be ready for it when the time comes? imagine you both live for years to come together and then you will die of old age or whatever, what happens to him then? he will be absolutely devastated" your eyes teared up as you thought about him being alone again, the more time you spent with him, the more you realised that he was starving for love but at the same time he was scared of opening himself up to anyone.

It took him long enough to open up to you and the thought of him hiding into his shell again after you die hurt you deeply. You saw how adorable he was when you cuddled him and took care of him after the nightmare, your heart rendered as the image of him being alone in such a state filled your head. You wished there was something you could have done but you can't.

You stepped outside with a menu in your hand and gave it to him

"Good morning sir, 20 percent off on the breakfast items, anddddd a complimentary kiss" he smirked

"Keep doing that and I will abduct you right now princess"

You giggled and he kissed the back of your hand

"Get whatever would be good" he winked at you and you strutted away from him. He was happy, after a long time he was truly happy, but the fear remained, the more memories he makes with you the harder it will be for him to get over you when you're gone. He didn't think he'd be able to survive that loss.

Once he left, you had a normal boring day at work, yesterday morning you didn't have him and now you did. Life worked in mysterious ways. You couldn't have been happier but what Charlotte said terrified you. Were you being too selfish by bonding with him knowing too well that you'd leave and he will be hurt?

After work Loki drove you both back to the apartment, he wanted to talk about the Charlotte situation but he didn't want you to lose a friend, he knew how important she was to you and you needed a friend in the time of need whenever he wasn't there.

"Let me take a shower then you can do whatever you want with me dear god of mine" his eyes darkened as you winked at him. He remembered how timid you used to be around him in the beginning, but he didn't miss that girl, that girl felt unsafe all the time, she was scared out of her mind and she was scarred by those who hurt her previously, the one in front of him felt safe and secured, she felt confident about her sexuality.

When you came out of the bathroom, he was on the bed so you crawled up to him

"Darling I want to do something to you" you giggled as he said that, naughty thoughts filled your head but he made you sit up, grabbed your hand in his and then you saw him mumbling something but you didn't understand a word, he was speaking in a foreign language, your mouth hung open as a green shimmer surrounded you for a moment before disappearing into thin air. You looked at him all wide eyed and he smiled

"Now anyone who dare put a finger on you with wrong intentions will light up in flames" your eyes widened even more

"Really?"

"Even me, I have been working on this spell for a while, you will be safe now no matter where you are, nobody will be able to hurt you"

You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, he was willing to do all that and more from you. How did you get so lucky?

"You're like a really cool witch" he chuckled

"A sorcerer my darling"

"Tell me that you love me again"

"I love you my princess" you giggled and he flipped you on the bed

"So how am I supposed to live with you again?"

He asked you and you thought about it

"Charlotte will find a place don't worry, she knew this was a temporary situation"

"Mmmhmmm well you did say you'd get me back"

"I did and I succeeded" he leaned down to kiss you. You definitely did succeed and he couldn't have been happier.

"Lokii?" He hummed as you called out to him, his mouth latched onto the soft skin of your neck

"I just want you to know that I never want to leave you alone..if it was.."

"Shhh darling we talked about it, live in the moment right? Let's do that, I just want my princess to be happy now" your eyes teared up as his words touched you deeply, he was choosing you over himself.

"I am happy loki, so happy"

So was he

…….

"Since when I am on your wallpaper, and who taught you to do that because I didn't" you giggled as you looked at his phone, you both were on the bed, you were sitting between his legs with your back pressed against his chest and lips trailed over your neck once in a while, his phone had a picture of you and him you took before the break up

"I asked Stark to teach me, then I did it myself, are you proud of my newfound midgardian technical talents?"

"So proud"

…......

Things only got better and better between you two, you had your problems, he got jealous sometimes, you got insecure but it was easier to fall back into each other arms then stay apart from each other for even an hour. You were walking back alone one evening when a man tried to rob you. As soon as he came near you with the intention of hurting you, his skin started to burn, so he ran away yelling and screaming. He was protecting you even when he wasn't near you.

His nightmares had diminished but they were there, Thanos was planning something, Loki could tell and he was worried about that, but Avengers were ready, they had been working together on a plan to defeat that monster.

….....

"I can't I can't get in touch with him, where is he char..oh god where is he"

She hugged you tightly as she noticed you hyperventilating

"Just calm down, when was the last time you talked to him?"

"Yesterday, before he left, just him and Natasha, nobody else went on this mission. I called Thor and he kept saying that Loki is fine..but where is he..he's not answering me..not even to my prayers..I am so scared" you sobbed and her eyes teared up too.

"He's fine, trust me he is..he's strong enough to take care of himself okay? He must be stuck somewhere and he's not able to hear you ..just relax for me please"

How could you relax? It was impossible, you didn't stop pacing in your room until he was back that night. He saw your swollen face and he knew you have been crying so he instantly held you tightly in his arms to comfort you

"I am here darling, I need you to take a deep breath for me alright?"

"Lokii I couldn't get in touch with you..I thought something bad happened and I"

"No, look at me I am fine, okay, I'm sorry I was stuck somewhere" well a whole other dimension but you didn't need to know that. Loki and Natasha went to find Doctor Strange so they could talk to him about the time stone, of course he didn't take it well at first. He kept you in a tight hold as he rocked you side to side slowly and whispered sweet nothings in your ears, he was okay and safe, you could finally breathe properly.

You ran a bath for him he was hurt and had several bruises, but he told you that he healed fast, after the bath you made him sit down on the bed

"Let me serve you god please" you looked at him and his hands clutched into your hair

"What do you need my sweet child, how do you wish to serve me?" you squeezed your thighs as his words lit you up from deep within,

"I want to ..let me please you god"

And he couldn't have stopped you. You sucked on his cock and took your time with him, his moans and groans were the only encouragement that you needed to keep going, you wanted him to dance over the edge and then finally explode so hard, you wanted to be soaked in his cum. Running your tongue over that pulsating vein on the underside of his cock, you drove him more and more crazy,

"Ahh yess keep going little mortal I'm almost there, tell me , do you want me to cum inside that warm mouth or all over that pretty face"

As much as you loved drinking him in, you really needed your god's blessing all over your face tonight. You took him out of your mouth so you could answer him

"Mmm my face please, I need you to paint me like a blank canvas"

And he came right then then he picked you up like a rag doll and impaled you on his cock, he used your hips to thrust his cock in and out of you slowly,

"You take me so good princess, fuckkk someday I'm going to fill that womb with my seed and my little frost puppies"

And then you orgasmed, it was volcanic, hot, shaking every piece of you, the image of bearing your god's babies was too much for you to handle in that moment. Once you calmed down you looked at him

"That was the sexiest thing I have ever heard in my life"

He smiled as he caressed you and drowned in tender affections after that slightly rough lovemaking.

"Butt umm can I get pregnant with your babies for real?" You asked him and he nodded

"Frost giants and asgardians have mated with mortals before, I do not know much about it but it is possible"

"And you think I'd be suitable for that?"

You asked him and he pulled you closer

"It's either you or nobody else, nobody gets to carry my children except my favorite girl in the whole nine realms"

You felt giddy and nervous, a family? You couldn't believe that a god like him wanted to make a family with you someday. It felt like a dream, a dream you never wanted to wake up from.

........

"Can I ask you something darling?"

You were enjoying your sunday afternoon by napping in his arms when you heard his voice

"Ask me" you turned your head to look at him

"When you met me and I was condescendingly awful to you, did you ever hate me?"

"Hate you? No never, honestly I just felt grateful for things you did for me, allowing me to sleep on the couch, buying me whatever I asked you for, giving me new clothes and three meals a day, I was blessed" his eyes teared up as you said all that with such innocence and lack of any facade. An angel, you'd never be anything less than that.

"Why are you like this? You make me want to become a better man for you and I don't know if I can ever be that man"

"Better man? You already are the best one there ever could be mister"

.....

After few months, Loki and avengers were ready to fight Thanos and it was brutal, Loki was right about Thanos having a hold of something that was capable of killing gods, a scorned battered being from some other planet called Gorr, he had his own agenda, he wanted to kill all the gods for not saving his family and Thanos was just using his need for revenge for his own purpose. That's why Loki was so afraid, not for himself, but for Thor and frigga. He didn't want to lose them. When the war was waged, the avengers were all prepared, Thor convinced Odin to send the asgardian warriors for the extra help, Loki couldn't have left you somewhere unsafe, so he hid you in his vault, it was like a huge palace filled with things he needed but that's not what surprised you.

You met someone there. Someone with the elegance of a queen and a warm smile on her face as she approached you.

You met his mother Frigga.

💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️

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[stray-kids-react]

Shy s/o doesn't think they deserve them

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° He loved your shy personality, he just wanted to cuddle and praise you all day long. Even though you are a naturally soft person, that also comes with a lot of insecurities.

° Your boyfriend is a hot aussie leader with a heart of gold who fans call daddy, you can't but feel that you don't deserve such a God like boyfriend. And he can see it bothers you.

° Chan is a sweet heart who will check in on you as often as he can even with his busy schedule, he knows having an idol boyfriend can be stressful and he wants to comfort you.

° Felix was baking brownies, which you usually helped him out with even if it is just to cheer him on as he does his thing. But both of the aussies noticed your missing presence.

° Chan waltzed up to his studio, where you often hung around when you were at the dorms. Once he walked inside he noticed your figure curled up in a chair.

° You were scrolling through some messages that were sent to you via Instagram. None of the messages were pleasant, and Chan's heart broke as he read the truly gruesome ones.

"Maybe they are right. Maybe I don't deserve you." you sighed, slumping back.

"Don't say that, you are a beautiful person inside and out who I couldn't survive without." He reassured, taking your phone away as he cuddled into you.

Lee Know

° Minho always liked you since you first met during the shoot of hellevator. He was pretty obvious with his fondness of you, but you never believed that he could like you.

° Later on once you began dating, he soon realized how low your self confidence truly was. So he made a promise to himself to try and increase it as much as he can.

° Many fans would threaten you for 'taking Minho away', but Minho would shred the letters before you could see how many there truly were. He knew it would hurt you.

° Minho is very affectionate towards you and likes to show you his love through touch. Whenever you seem down, he will cover your face in small pecks until you begin to smile.

° Has seen how come fans and staff treat you, pushing you around and telling you that you aren't worth his time. Minho took it into his own hands and protected you from them.

° He doesn't like seeing you upset or feel like a burden to him, especially since you are so special to him. Minho asked Chan and JYP if he could take at least a week off, they said yes.

"You didn't have to take a week off just for me, I am okay with your schedule." You explained, ruffling his hair.

"I know you're okay with it, but I needed to get away just for a while. And I miss you everytime you're not with me." He replied, gently placing a kiss to your head.

Changbin

° Will do anything to make you see for at least a second how important you truly are to him, he usually sends you hearts and does an adorable aegyo voice when talking to you.

° When you first began to hang out, you were very distant and almost never said a word. Changbin wanted to get to know you, so he constantly made efforts to befriend you.

° Once you opened up you Changbin, he noticed how self conscious and self critical you were of yourself. His confusion as to why you hate yourself only grew stronger.

° Every morning when you both get out of the shower, he will stand you in front of the mirror and poke every feature on your body saying that it is gorgeous and perfect.

° Likes knowing that you feel comfortable around him and that you have him to go to when you are feeling down. He wants to always be there for you and support you.

° Won't admit it to you, but he once teared up while you were asleep because he picked up a hate letter that was directed at you and he was worried that you read it.

"Your eyes, stunning. Your tummy, adorable. Your ears, cute. Your lips, kiss able. Your butt, squishy. Your shoulders, gorgeous..."

"Binnie you have five minutes before dance practice, you should really get going now."

Hyunjin

° Hyunjin is known to be a visual God in all of kpop, even though he is also VERY talented. Many people have a crush on Hyunjin, and you happened to be one of the many.

° His personality was addictive to be around, his looks were God like, and his talent was insane. Thus making it harder and harder for you to see how much he truly adored you.

° You saw yourself on totally different levels, you alwere at a ten while he was in the thousands. Your thoughts always doubting a scenario where you two would date.

° Assuming Hyunjin was just being nice to you, it became very hard for Hyunjin to clue you into that fact that he liked you. Everyone knew this except for you it seemed.

° Jisung, being a close friend to both Hyunjin and yourself. Took it upon himself to try and arrange a way for you to not be so self critical and completely oblivious.

° The next afternoon, you walked into the dance practice room which was now turned into a full on romantic dining area. Shocked as you saw Hyunjin with a rose in his hand.

"Is this for me? It can't be... There must be some sort of mistake or-"

"No mistakes, I've liked you for a while and thought I was being obvious enough. But Jisung told me that I should simply confess."

Han

° You and Jisung have been dating for a while, and you watched proudly as Stray Kids gained more and more popularity as they deserved, since they are talented kings.

° The hate comments sent towards you, and the jealous fans or occasionally staff members and idols. Those never used to bother you, but they became more frequent.

° This slowly picked away at your already small amount of confidence, over thinking everything you do or ever did. And Jisung began to notice your distressed state.

° After a performance he went up to you back stage and leaned in for a kiss, when you barely responded to it and looked around the room nervously, his heart twisted sadly.

° Jisung took you to an unoccupied dressing room, and locked the door behind you. He cupped your cheeks gently as he rested his head against yours. A small sigh escaping him.

° You felt all of the built up sadness and anger rise out of you, as tears slowly sprinkled down your cheeks. Your hands clinging onto his back as he embraced you.

"Shh shh shh, it's okay. Just let it all out, it'll be okay. I'm here for you, you know that."

"I'm sorry, I just felt like I don't deserve you and I shouldn't have been so distant, their words just really hurt."

Felix

° Felix knew it was going to be a bumpy ride seeing as he is under a huge company and his band is very popular, but he was willing to go through all of that with you.

° You and Felix were best friends before you started dating, he knew you were shy and quite distant when it came to people. He started to find it cute after a couple years.

° JYP himself has criticised you for interfering with his idols's lives. Even though you didn't interfere and honestly helped Felix calm down throughout the schedules.

° Felix was disappointed by some fo the fan's toxic behavior towards you, knowing that those types of comments will stick with you for quite sometime. You made him happy and he wished others would see that.

° The other members and artists under JYP saw you as part of the big jyp family, but even their support couldn't stop the sadness that brewed as more hate letters were sent.

° You didn't want to stress your already overworked boyfriend, so you tried to find a quiet spot to cry in. But Felix knew you too well, and knew where you would hide.

"I'm okay Lix, I don't want to stress you out since your already on a hectic schedule today. I'll be fine I swear."

"I won't leave until I know for a fact that you are okay, the practice can wait. You need me right now and I'm going to be here for you."

Seungmin

(He looks so cute! I couldn't help myself lol)

° You were also a beloved idol, and many eoopel actually found your relationship with Seungmin quite adorable. You felt lucky that there wasn't so much hate directed at you.

° Even though you both seemed to have it easy compared to other idol couples, you couldn't help but feel insecure when Seungmin treated you like a queen/king.

° Many fans of yours knew that off stage you are an adorable shy bean, but no one except for Seungmin knew why you would become so shy and distant towards others.

° Your shyness came from extreme anxiety and self image issues. You never had much confidence, and Seungmin made many goals to try and bring your confidence up.

° One day after a hard performance, you sat in front of your dressing room mirror and let your tears slide down your cheeks silently. Letting your anxiety take over everything.

° Seungmin walked in with a box of celebration cupcakes, only to have hsi smile fade once he saw the tears rushing down your features. He felt his heart sink.

"I'm sorry Seungmin. It's stupid really, but I just don't feel like I deserve you."

"Y/n, we are perfect for each other. I spoil you with love and affection because you always make me feel special and loved."

Jeongin

° You knew how beloved Jeongin was, by fans, members, idols, netizens, family... Everyone. This sent a large amount of pressure towards you once you began dating.

°Jeongin loved your quiet and calm personality, it was a nice break from the loud JYP building and Stray Kids dorms. Your shyness is what attracted him to you.

° He liked cuddling with you in your apartment, talking about nothing and everything as a random movie played in the background. It was his favorite place to be.

° You both were open with anything that was bothering you and never let something stir inside of you for too long. He wanted to be your safe haven for when you need one.

° One weekend when he was staying at your place, he noticed you seemed more quiet than usual and asked you what was bothering you. Since something clearly was.

° You snuggled into his chest as you clung onto him tighter, sighing in defeat knowing you will have to admit your feelings even though you think they seem silly.

" I feel like I don't deserve you. I mean, you are Yang Jeongin a literal angel."

"You deserve the universe and everything in it, I love you and only you. Don't put yourself down, remember how much I care about you."

[terrence-silver]

Okay, your headcanon about young Terry / Twig never attending prom because he was shipped off to Vietnam at the time made me really sad.🥺 How about a little one shot story, where decades later, perhaps old man Terry does a re-actment of prom night with his significant other and they dress up nicely and go dancing together or something?

-"You never been to prom, dearest?"-

You ask on one occasion, genuinely surprised. Heartbreaker, Billionaire, businessman, entrepreneur, handsome to boot. You'd never imagine it, really, smoothing his cheek to ease him up. He? Of all people? Don't judge a book by the cover, you supposed. Was that why he was ensuring that Robby boy, that student of his made it to his own prom? Precisely because Terry didn't make to his? God. Something about that curls around your soul, like a fist, strangulating you. The pressure of sadness for the one you cared about so much. -"No. Silly."- He cajoles, stretching his neck, early in the morning. -"But, I've been to Danang."- He answers, almost cheeky about it, back turned to as he gets up from bed from sitting on it's edge. You feel the pain radiate off of those words, even as Terry tries to play them off as a joke. Of course, you knew about the war, but you never dared ask for any details he personally didn't wish to share. It made sense. Made sense that he skipped out on some markers on adolescence. You never knew he skipped out on quite so many. Your heart hurts, even though he appears proud on the issue, slipping on his silken house-robe. -"I'm so sorry, Terry."- You manage briefly, whispering, getting up and embracing him from behind. You’re convinced you’re more upset about the fact then he is. -"Well, it is never too late."- You add with warmth, lowering your cheeking on the outline of his body, hands clasped around his waist, hugging him.

Imagining going out somewhere.

Somewhere nice and quiet --- intimate, mellow.

Wearing beautiful clothes, dancing somewhere --- dim lights.

-"We could pick out some outfits. Choose a place. Just you and me."- You suggest tenderly, reaching up, squeezing his wide, broad shoulders, kneading the knots out of them with your fingers, hoping not to throw him off or offend him with the suggestion. Make him feel inadequate or less then. Like he missed out on something. It was nothing that couldn't be made up for, if he so wished. You weren't a virtual magnate, mogul and one of the richest men in The Valley --- you were just --- well --- you, but whatever was in your power to give him, you would by the ten-folds. Love. To act of making up for everything that could've been. Making Terry happy in any way you possibly could. Giving him simple, good things to remember. Doing basic math in your head, what year would've it been? The year of his prom night? Maybe somewhere in the 60's? Late 50's? Give or take. You imagine dressing up for him, if he so requested. Curled bobs. A bold red lip. To have him feeling like he's truly there, back in the time of his own youth. Make the image more vivid. Or not. Whatever he desired. The costuming and the posturing didn't matter as much as the gesture of it, really. -"I can be your date? You can pick me up, just like you would've back then?"- You smile at him once he turns to face you, tongue pressed between his teeth.

-"I'm an old man, my love."-

He remarks with a small smile, looking down at you, cupping your face, both hands.

You aren't exactly sure if that's a yes or a no or a maybe.

In the weeks to come, Terry does arrange a date, on his own accord, placing it all into motion. You figured you were outright rejected with your plan, seeing as how he didn't speak on it further after the exchange, being oddly silent on the issue. He simply didn't wish to re-enact his own prom night, did he? You respected that. You never pushed it again. All your sorrow lingers though, thinking of a scared, young boy, somewhere in some jungle trench, fighting for his life, cold and shivering, while his generational peers back home are doing the swing, drinking and laughing. How unfair that was? How tragic? Heart-wrenching? Except, one evening, Terry's out front, leaning on the hood of his Aston Martin, arms crossed on his chest, suited up, giving you a grin as you run out to greet him. An 1964 Aston Martin Lagonda Rapide? So, he was going thematic then? You smile too, running into his embrace. There's no moon in the sky. No stars. The waves of the nearby beach are white with foam, crashing against the shore, windy, from the great, colossal horizon as the line of palm trees sway. A warm, summer evening and the hum of a distant storm. You feel the sweet, caressing breeze in his mouth as you kiss him, prepped up on your toes. He leans down so you could achieve your goal easier.

Terry's in a good, jovial mood, brimming with tender sarcasm, raising his eyebrow.

-"Do I have to ask a parent for permission too?"-

He remarks jokingly, even though you were living together, settled in.

You giggle, running back inside the mansion to change.

[swanimagines]

Browsing Freddy's instagram's comment section causes me deep embarrassment. Especially with pics he has put of his girlfriend...

Like sure, I understand that it would be nice if he put a pic of you and called you his darling but please don't go to his instagram and be like "she's not your darling, I'm your darling, break up with her and be with me, I'm better than her" 🤦🏻‍♀️ What, do you expect him to break up with Caroline and maybe wait for a while so he could date you when you turn 16? And other half screams that he's cheating on Zoe or that he should be with Zoe/Jaylen because she's better than Caroline?? Oh god.

And yeah I know Freddy/Caroline probably doesn't take them personally but like... it's still super disrespectful and actually really mean to say such things and people go way overboard with those comments.

And yeah, same thing with every other celebrity. I'm just tired to see fans who think it's right to comment on their personal relationships and berate their partners just because you're jealous? You can fantasize all you want and dream that you actually were their partner but please don't push it on them, it's fantasy and the cold hard truth is that it most likely will never be reality. I might be cynical when I say that, but if you're not a celebrity yourself, you most likely won't even befriend them, let alone date. You wouldn't like it either if your partner constantly got comments from other people being like "OH BREAK UP WITH Y/N AND BE WITH ME, I'M BETTER THAN THEM!!!11"

Just be happy that Freddy is happy. And if you really wish he could fall in love with you someday, start by not spamming him with comments where you say that Caroline isn't good for him and you would be better 😅 He most likely wouldn't appreciate it if you got on a date someday in the future should he break up with Caroline and he got to know by some way that you were one of the most active people who spammed him with NOTICE ME NOTICE ME BREAK UP WITH CAROLINE AND BE WITH MEEEEE

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//edit: Aaaand people who got hurt by this, I'd advise to read this again. I did say that "You can fantasize all you want and dream that you actually were their partner"...

It's different to dream and fantasize about that and to actually go to your celebrity crush and telling them that their partner isn't good enough for them and that you'd be better... I just think that's really rude to go up to them and say that. Also in the end, you're crushing on their public image, you don't know if you would have a crush on them if you knew them irl. Like of course Freddy shows only his best side publicly, because any visible faults would easily be attacked but everyone has faults, nobody is perfect.

Also I didn't say that even if you did end up befriending Freddy, he wouldn't like you 😅 I said that he probably wouldn't appreciate it if he befriended you or ended up on a date with you and he would find by some way that you've been active with your messages where you have berated Caroline while he's been dating her.

I've said some pretty bad and embarrassing stuff myself on the internet, last time last year and I almost immediately regret saying them after I've posted them, but I've never gone on people's instagrams and been rude to them in any way. You might think that Freddy's flattered when you say that you want him to break up with Caroline and begin to date you instead, but in truth you hurt Caroline by that = you hurt Freddy too (even though I know they probably aren't affected that much because they know a lot of Freddy's fans are really young, but in any case it can't feel nice either).

Again, imagine you're dating Freddy and he puts an image of you on your birthday. The comment section has three kinds of people, 20% of them congratulate you and say you're cute together, 30% say that Freddy should be together with Zoe/Amita/whoever is his character's romantic interest in a movie/show and not you and the rest spam him with YIKES YOU'RE WITH Y/N?????? OH NO THEY'RE NOT GOOD FOR YOU, THEY'RE SO UGLY AND JUST NOT COMPATIBLE WITH YOU, I'M BETTER THAN THEM, DUMP THEM AND DATE MEEEEE INSTEAD!!!

Would that feel good? 😅 I know I wouldn't feel good about that, though I probably would learn to ignore it but it would sting at first.

[darling-dummy-blogs]

A Dummy's Heartbreak- Victor Li (PT 2)

Summary: Cassandra calls up Victor telling him that she misses him leaving Victor conflicted with his emotions. He decides to go over to her house to check on her. The two end up rekindling something as the night goes on…

Paring: Victor Li x Cassie (OC)

Genre: Angst (With a bit of Fluff)

Warnings: None!

Fandom: Mr. Love Queen's Choice

Word Count: 2.5k

Notes:

Will be mainly focusing around Victor's perspective 

Will go into details about why and how they ended up breaking up. 

Possible Part 3…?

Massive thanks to @little-butterfly-writes for helping with brainstorming ideas for the break up 💜 (Go follow her, if you haven't already~)

So sorry for the delay with this part! With everything taking place, it's been hard to focus and write when I've been anxious and emotional over the situation within the MLQC fandom. Hope you enjoy <3

“I Miss You. I Miss Us..."

Hearing those words made Victor’s heart leap within his chest. He had hoped and dreamed of hearing these words almost everyday after the break up.

Victor remained silent for quite some time, unsure of how to reply to her words. His light breathing was the only thing that could be heard over the phone.

"...V-Victor? Are you still there?" She spoke out once again to him, the nervous tremor in her voice could be heard.

He swallowed, trying to process the words and managed to clear his rapid thoughts as he replied in a soft, yet quiet tone.

"I'm still here…" Before adding the words he wished to speak to her that day she left Loveland, "I miss you too… More than anything. But why are you suddenly telling me this now? It's been four months, Cassie."

"I-I know… I know it's been a while since I spoke to you… I just… Today… I-..." She trailed off, growing rather quiet.

His eyes trailed off from his desk to look at the calendar. His eyes landed on the day in question. His gaze softened. A deep frown appeared on his face.

"...Our third year anniversary…" He finished for her, his voice coming out rather hoarse, the sadness he felt at that moment made his heart ache.

He could faintly hear her sobbing on the other end of the line.

"I-I'm sorry… I shouldn't have called you. I just… I had such a rough day today, I-I couldn't focus.. I-I couldn't do anything right…"

She took a moment to catch her breath before continuing, "A-and then I realized what today was and it all made sense as to why I was acting like this, why I couldn't stop thinking about you.. Why I… miss you…"

"Cassie…" His voice came out soft once again, hearing her cry, utterly broke his heart. "Breathe… It's okay…" He tried to soothe her.

"I'm right here.." He spoke again. "I'm here for you. You know that."

Hearing those words from him, made her sob more, only louder this time. She knew that. Of course she did. But it still hurts that he isn't physically there with her.

"Cassandra." He spoke again, this time slightly firmer than before. "Listen to me… Breathe… I know it hurts. Trust me, I know more than anyone that it hurts."

He paused, as his eyes landed on a picture frame that laid upon his desk, one that he refused to put away since he had last seen her.

The frame contained an image of Cassie's bright smiling face. A photo Victor snuck in while she wasn't looking during one of their dates.

Staring at that photo, made his vision gloss over with tears. She looked so beautiful in that image.

She always did in his eyes. But he could never forget the look on her face, on the day of their break up.

He spoke again, "But you are strong. You can get through this. I know you can…"

"...Not without you by my side, Victor…" She spoke in a solemn tone as she had managed to calm down her sobs, sniffling.

"I-I've tried everything to get you out of my head, but nothing worked. I drank wine, just to try to forget about all the memories we made. But you still won't stubbornly go away…" She let out a sad chuckle at the end.

Victor grew silent again. A single tear slipped down his face as he stared blankly down at his desk. Taking in her words.

At that moment. He knew what he needed to do. He swallowed, as he wiped away his tears, speaking in a firm yet serious tone.

"Where are you right now?"

"I-I'm at home… Why?" Confusion clearly shown within her words.

"I'm coming to see you. Right now." He stood from his chair, gathering his suit jacket and left his office immediately.

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The drive from Loveland to Cassandra's hometown felt long however, it wasn't too long as Victor pulled into the driveway of Cassie's home.

The anticipation of seeing her once again after such a long departure, made his heart flutter. He took a moment as he parked his car, looking at the house in front of him.

The sun barely began to set as he stared for what seemed like an eternity before unbuckling his seatbelt and stepped out of his car. Smoothening his jacket as he made his way to the door. Hesitating before ringing the doorbell.

A few moments passed by and the door flew open. The two made eye contact. Both stared at each other with wide eyes as though they had never met before.

Victor took in her appearance. He could tell she looked tired; the dark circles under her eyes, followed by how red and puffy her eyes were from crying. He could see the tears that stained her cheeks.

Gosh how he hated being the reason that she was upset. He mentally scolded himself for hurting such a loving girl such as herself. For fighting with her over a matter that she was feeling insecure about four months ago.

At that time, he didn't know what he had done to himself. But when she walked out that door, with that look on her face. He knew he regretted everything he had said to her in that argument.

He blamed himself for the longest time for saying such things to her.

Days if not weeks after the break up he did nothing but drink his sorrows away, threw himself into work to occupy and fill in the hole that she once held. Giving everyone at LFG hell to keep his mind from thoughts of her.

Sleepless nights filled with him crying over her, a side he refused to let anyone see. He wouldn't even want to let her see him like that.

His emotions got the better of him then. But now, seeing her within arms reach.. He wanted nothing more but to hold her and wipe away her tears. To take away her pain…

His eyes filled with tears, but he remained calm. She stared at him quietly with tears in her eyes as well, yet she refused to say anything. Fearing if she did, he'd disappear or she'd start bawling her eyes out once more.

She took a deep shaky breath, speaking out to him

"Come in…"

She opened the door wider for him. Waiting as he silently stepped inside. She shut the door quietly behind him as she wiped at her eyes hastily.

Cassie then gestured to the couch once they were in the living room, sitting down in the exact spot she was sitting before she called him.

He sat down next to her. However after realizing how close he was he slightly scooted away to give her some space.

Both of them remained silent for far too long.

Cassie proceeded to break the ice as she spoke, bringing her legs up to her chest while looking at him, "Why are you here, Victor..?"

"...I had to see you." He spoke as he kept his gaze low to the ground.

"I still don't understand… Why though?"

"Because Cassie… I missed you. Just as much as you missed me. I wanted to see you in person because I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"...Well.. I'm not okay…"

"..." He looked up from the ground to meet her gaze. A tear slid down his face. "...And I'm sorry for being the reason as to why you aren't okay…" He looked down at the ground once again

She frowned at that statement. "Victor…"

"No. I know that I'm the reason. That's why we broke up to begin with. I-I was too harsh with you.. I always have been."

She looked away. Shaking her head as tears filled her eyes. "That isn't the reason we broke up."

"Then what is it?"

"...The reason we broke up was because I was mad and upset with you for what you told me that day. It wasn't that you were harsh with me… because you were far from that."

She looked at him, moving closer to him, hesitating a second before cupping his face within her hands, making him look at her.

"Y-You were an amazing lover. And I loved you so much.. And if I'm being completely honest with myself. I still do love you. I believe that I always will…"

Her hands lightly caressed his skin, he brought his hand up, resting it on top of hers as he stared into her eyes.

Her lips trembled as she continued speaking. Her eyes filled with fresh tears. "But we broke up because of the awful rumors and ideas about my relationship with you that were being spread by numerous people online, especially by Chik. The argument we had that night took part of it but it wasn't the full reason."

"I didn't want to ruin your reputation. And I didn't want others to tear me down… I was insecure and I didn't want to be selfish by continuing to be with you… to have you to myself... that's why I told you that night if you wanted to end it. Then we would..."

He removed her hands from his face, holding her hands within his own, frowning. "Cassandra, you weren't being selfish nor were you going to ruin my reputation. I can now understand why you chose to break up with me."

"I didn't care about what those people were saying online about you, me or our relationship. I never cared about others' opinions but my own… It has always been like that. That was until you came into my life. Your opinion mattered most to me… That's why that day when you told me you were insecure about those rumors, I brushed it off."

"...Because I would never believe their words about you, because I know you. And I love you more than anything in this world. I just wanted to be with you…"

She stared at him in shock. Tears glided down her face as she listened to his every word.

"In hindsight… I should have cared a little more, knowing that you are more vulnerable and easily hurt by others words than I am… That was my error and for that I am sorry…" Tears slipped down his face as he added, "I-I never wanted to lose you, the way that I did."

He let go of her hands, moving to wipe at her tears, resting his forehead against hers. "I still… want to be with you. That's all I've wanted since you left."

He admitted, gazing deeply into her eyes. She stared into his eyes, nearly getting lost in them as she was unsure of how to respond to his words.

She swallowed as her breath hitched when she realized how much closer he was to her, which made her cheeks flush bright red.

Victor took in her expression, his eyes trailing down her face, taking in every feature. His eyes then landed on her slightly parted lips.

He missed everything about her, but in this moment, he missed the soft touch of her lips against his …

He leaned in closer, all self control he had at that moment seemingly lost as their faces were just mere centimeters apart.

She swallowed as her heart fluttered. As much as her heart wanted this, her mind wouldn't allow it.

She turned her head away just as their lips were about to touch

"...We shouldn't.. As much as I want to, it's still painful…"

He frowned, as he pulled away gaining control of himself once again, he looked down. "...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have.. I don't know what came over me..."

"It's okay, really… It's just… Hard…"

"I know…"

An awkward silence took over the two of them. Neither of them knew what more to say to one another.

"I should probably get back to Loveland.." He spoke, standing up after a moment in their awkward silence.

She looked at him, her hand reaching out to his. "No! Stay… Please…"

He looked down at her hand that held onto his. Moving his hand to softly lace his fingers with hers, looking at her.

"Are you sure you want me to stay?"

She nodded, giving him a small smile. "Y-yeah… I could really use the company… I was just about to put on a movie to watch…"

The corners of his mouth lifted upwards as he let go of her hand, sitting down once again beside her. "Alright, I'll stay. What movie are you thinking of watching?"

She smiled wider as she moved to grab the remote to the TV. "Mm.. I'm not sure honestly… Hmm… How does Beauty and The Beast sound?"

He let out a chuckle, knowing how much she adored that movie. She always loved watching it with him in the time that they were together, "Still love that movie? Even after watching it countless times? I guess some things never change."

Victor lightly teased her, smiling more as she rolled her eyes, pouting playfully at him.

"Of course I do! It's my favorite movie of all time, no matter how many times I watch it, it will always be my favorite. Now are you going to watch it will me or not?"

He looked at her as he laughed softly. "I'll watch it with you."

"Great." She giggled, as she then found the movie, pressing play as the movie began playing. Victor then made himself more comfortable, seeing as he'll be there for quite some time.

However, not even halfway through the movie, Victor feels Cassandra's head rest against his shoulder.

He didn't realize that she made herself comfortable and had curled up at his side. He looked down at her, his gaze softening as he realized she fell asleep.

He smiled, letting out a soft chuckle. "As usual… You always tend to fall asleep at any given time…"

Victor then shifted his hands to wrap around her, as he stood up. Being cautious as to not wake her. He lifted her up into his arms.

Taking her up the stairs and into her bedroom, he gently set her down on the bed, tugging the covers up and over her, making sure she was fully tucked in. He gazed down at her, moving a few strands of hair away from her face. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Goodnight Cassie… I love you."

He whispered before standing up straighter, turning to leave.

However a small tug to his shirt sleeve, stopped him in his tracks. He turned back to look at her, her eyes opened as she gazed at him sleepily.

"Stay… Please…"

How could he say no to that? His heart skipped a beat as he nodded. Moving to lay beside her, wrapping his arms around her as she moved to curl up close to him, her eyes fluttering close as her head rested against his chest.

He gently moved his hand to gently stroke her hair, as he often did many nights when they were together. He let out another chuckle as he leaned in to whisper into her ear...

"I'll always be here to stay...Dummy…"

[yume-fanfare]

can you please introduce me to Fuuma and Kazuki from honeyworks?

i'd love to! gajkdnskfnsk

explanation under the cut!

fuuma and kazuki are part of the fictional idol group dolce! dolce aren't really part of the main honeyworks timeline so you don't need to know anything about the other charas www

dolce's story is told through 4komas that are uploaded in the official dolce twitter account in japanese, and you can read the translations in delaix's tumblr. it's mostly comedy/slice of life and a really enjoyable read

fuuma and kazuki are childhood friends! fuuma is a year older than kazuki, he's a highschool freshman at the time the story happens

since the beginning of the manga, it's a recurring thing how much kazuki loves and cares about fuuma, to the point where one of the very first comics is fuuma getting asked what his type is and kazuki being excited because he fits that criteria. kazuki's always there to support fuuma (we know that when they were little fuuma always protected kazuki so now he wants to protect him too) and vice-versa, as the first dolce song released was nade nade, where fuuma sings about kazuki

with all of that devotion, it wasn't too far-fetched to think kazuki liked fuuma in a romantic way. and then we got kazuki's dedicated extra set before they became idols, in which he explores that exact question: does kazuki like fuuma romantically? the answer to the question is left inconclusive in that chapter but resurfaces in the newest mv, can't an idol fall in love with another idol

this mv is based on the light novel of the same name and it tells us how fuuma met this idol girl, yui, who much like him has a pink image color. because of that, yui resents him a bit and sees him as a color-rival. but fuuma is nice and caring to her despite her animosity, and she ends up with a crush on him

kazuki notices.

and so, when fuuma and him go to one of her concerts, he asks to talk to her alone and asks her what her thoughts on fuuma were. he then explains that fuuma sees her as a good rival, and that now kazuki is her rival too, because he likes fuuma (!!! it is said that clearly, no take backs). yui then enumerates things about fuuma and loudly announces that yes, she likes him too

meanwhile, fuuma is on the other side of the door wondering "wait................ so kazuki asked to talk to a girl alone............... could it be............?" and then he overhears the word "like" and thinks kazuki just confessed to her. he walks into the room again and pats him on the back like "congrats!!!", much to kazuki's confusion. yui then asks kazuki to keep their conversation a secret, and kazuki nods. so fuuma guesses that they want to keep their relationship a secret (because they're idols) and decides not to say anything

and that's mostly where things are at!

the last scene after that is that kazuki and yui are acting as a couple in a tv drama and were rehearsing the scene where she confesses to him, but she was mostly looking at fuuma who was over there watching, and then we see him look amazed by the performance

so the story right now is that both yui and kazuki like fuuma, and fuuma thinks they're dating each other. what will happen? wish i knew!

[papermonkeyism]

Hi, I just recently got into dinosaurs and I'm wondering if you have any good book reccommendations? It would be a big bonus if they were in Finnish, somehow I only keep finding childrens' books if I don't search for them in English :/

Oh, dude, wish I knew! Dinosaurs kinda have an image problem, where they're seen either as kids' stuff or blood thirsty awesomesaur movie monster with very little between. The stuff that gets selected to be translated into Finnish often just emphasize the divide, as most what I see are just kids books and nothing else.

(I wrote my Bachelor's thesis on the subject, this is a huge annoyance for me personally, and a big part on why I keep drawing dinosaurs. They deserve better!)

Anyway, I did dig into my own book shelf, so here's a selection of... I don't know, adequate?

David Lambert: The Ultimate Dinosaur

I got this book as a birthday present when I was 8, and it's still one of my absolute favourites. The illustrations are pretty, and used to be quite state of the art at the time, and the info is easy to follow.

Almost thirty years out of date by now, so nearly everything would require further research if used as a reference. Like this is from the time when "some dinosaurs might have even had feathers!" was a groundbreaking new idea!

For some reason I can't seem to find the original English title of this book, but eh.

Pretty okay for a kids' book, although it's one of those that uses "dinosaur" in the title to mean "everything prehistoric from fucken trilobites to sloths"

Art quality varies a lot, from beautiful photographs to pretty good drawings to "CG blob"

Darren Naish: The Great Dinosaur Discoveries

The book talks about dinosaurs through specific fossils and discoveries made about them

Art quality varies some, but nothing too horrible! (honestly not even bad, I just have opinions)

Only one decade out of date! Deinocheirus is still only the pair of arms, and I remember getting the book it, like, JUST missed the discovery of dinosaur fossils that preserved pigment cells.

Don't think this one has been translated to Finnish, but it was on my pile of source material when I did my thesis.

The text, as far as I remember, was pretty good. The art is consistent and pretty okay as well!

Been a while since I've read it, but I do remember it being a pretty okay read.

My newest book so far. I haven't actually read it yet, but from what I can see by browsing through, I do got a pretty good impression!

Okay so I know the cover art is kinda on the side of CG blob awesomesaur*, but the actual illustrations are of much higher quality! It is heavier on the text than on the pictures, but that's because it's not aimed at kids.

I should really get around to reading it, it's the most up to date thing I have. It has Anchiornis (the first dinosaur to have it's entire coloration mapped)! And a picture of that one Psittacosaurus fossil with the tail quills!

*(big theropod "roaring" with open mouth, all teeth visible and those clearly visible, pink muscle flaps at the corners of the mouth is a Trope that's hard to unsee. Imagine if all books about mammals only had lions/wolves/bears/rottweilers doing that open mouther all-teeth-visible roar pose, but I digress)

Also I know this isn't strictly dinosaurs, but

Pterosaurs are close cousins of dinosaurs, and this baby here is THE best book about them I have ever seen, and I wanted to give it a plug.

Pterosaurs deserve more love! They are weird, and bizarre and amazing and I love them so, so very much!

The book is quite text heavy and I haven't read all of it, but the illustrations are pretty and up-to-date, and it is seriously a TRAGEDY that these animals aren't more popular.

But honestly? Wikipedia. Okay, I'm not sure on the Finnish side of Wikipedia, but the English one is pretty much the best place to find up to date info on dinosaurs.

A big problem with dinosaurs is that you can't just go and snap a bunch of photos, except for birds of course (who are a group of feathered maniraptoran theropods), so illustrating a full book would get really expensive really fast, and finding an artist who's up to date with the current knowledge, available for the project AND affordable is kinda hard, so a lot of the books get marketed for those who are most likely to buy them (kids, maybe some horror monster fans, unfortunately also people who think "science ruined dinosaurs" for "making" them feathered) and illustrations are kinda just whatever happens to be available.

This is a big part of my inspiration for the dinosaur project thingy. The world needs more dinosaurs!

Any of my followers have other sources/suggestions for someone new to dinosaurs? I haven't kept my book shelf all that up to date since finishing my thesis (I spent a full year nitpicking dinosaur representation in media. I was so close to slipping into thesis rant mode so many times writing this post it's not even funny... Had to take a break after finishing, and most of my research since has been kinda through online osmosis)

[sainadazai]

When your crush is angry all the time

Ch. 1

Something fun at an all girls school

Chapter 1

Something fun in an

✨all girls school✨

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"Alright, despite how much the staff have opposed the right for students to watch t.v. during school time....our principle believes that this is actually going to be informative. Now girls, students with all sorts of quirk and backgrounds can be accepted to U.A. I expect you all to respect the people on this t.v as your future colleagues. NO JOKES."

"Pst..wish she would just shut up so we can see the hot guys..." Maiyumi whispered to no one particular

"I know, I haven't seen a man since I got kidnapped last year."

"Most of us havent seen anyone since being kidnapped, or you know, FUCKING ARESTED!" Y/n whisper-yelled. She was still very pissed that even though, she was obviously kidnapped-and meant to be killed- the fucking police blamed her. Dad chalked it up to them being jealous, but y/n really wasn't having it. Imagine it's the third time you were kidnapped and tortured before the age of 16, and it was supposedly your fault. 

Technically, they could've arrested her for burning down the building two weeks later, obviously while empty, she admitted that was wrong. Still, they got what they deserved, and she got frozen yogurt from down the street. As she would say: now that's proper treatment after a kidnapping 😎

"L/n thats enough, we all know the story by now, and we do not need to hear it again"

"But you shoulda been there, the audacity of them to say I was working with those guys!?! Those villains were way below MY level. I mean c'mon, if I was a villain i'd be way cooler than those nobodies."

"Oh.my.god. y/n I love you, but shit up so we can watch hot U.A. boys fight each other!"

"Ms. Hitoka!Unacceptable, we are here to learn from our follow young heros, not sexualize them"

"I heard midnight is gonna be there," Katna whispered towards the group, front the back of the room. Mind you, she was in a position to pounce, considering, much like her classmates, she hadn't seen a boy in years. 

"MIDNIGHT IS SOOO HOT" y/n yelled, forgetting that their teacher was in the front cursing herself for not accepting that sugar-baby job, and never meeting these obnoxious and horny teens. 

"For FUCKS SAKE, JUST WATCH THE TV"

As the teacher yelled all heads turned to face her and ignore their previous conversations. Y/n and Maiyumi had grown soft smiles, finally welcoming back the teacher they know and love. 

You see, LADY STATIC was an ex-pro hero, her quirk was projection. She could pick up any video signals from any device and project exactly what the device was seeing, or playing. She called all cameras her bitch....several times. So, as far as teaching went, she could only last a couple of minutes of seriousness in the beginning of class each day, before she erupted in a fit of lewd comments, brags, and most importantly curse words.

The black screen of the tv suddenly turned on revealing the large stadium that must be where the festival would take place. Y/n didnt really want to watch, it made her kind of sad knowing there were kids out there with the energy to try at something so dumb. A competition where you stay within grade, with supervision, and limits, and rules, and no real risk. It all sounded boring to her. She would either want to sit in bed eating and watching anime, or actually feel something. 

The idea of a battle where you aren't risking your life seemed pretty dull to her. See...y/n along with her best friend maiyumi, was an adrenaline junkie. Those two were the biggest non-villain troublemakers the world has yet to see. 

Finding it fun to jump off bridges, run across intersections, and fight each other with no rules or precautions. After living a life where most people you meet want you dead, and most of your life has just been trauma, everything gets more and more boring. Until you don't even mind risking your life just to feel something. 

However, what y/n did feel, very frequently, was horny. She wouldn't lie and say that she has indulged in some things, despite there being only girls in her private hero academy. However, she craved men, simply because they were something she hadn't had yet. So in the nature of being royalty, if she hadn't had it, she wanted it.

"..booo"

"How could say that, you meant to be representing our school"

"Not my fault the rest of you are just stepping stones to my victory."

Y/n finally focused back on the screen, she was seeing a very up close image of a blonde boy with red eyes, this being the first man she saw since the police 5 months ago. Her eyes lit up, and sub-consciously her body started to glow different colors. Shifting as quickly as the Led lights in her dorm. 

"Mind your quirk princess" Saina, the class grump-who lowkey crushes on y/n- sneers. 

"Aww, sorry, thanks for reminding me daddy" Y/n responded, feigning innocence but still not breaking eye contact with the screen. 

She mentally focused on subsiding her quirk, but it took awhile for her to completely stop glowing. 

Once she was y/n watched the first parts of the festival, noting exactly what that blonde boy was doing. Not without checking out some of the other students. Obviously, but something about those red eyes had her enticed. So she made sure to focus on him. 

As she watched she learned that his quirk was fire, and he used it very differently than she did. She scribbled down a random note about it to make it seem like she was studying and trying to improve herself. Then, focused back on every intricate curve of his face instead. How he scowled, he really looked angry, but being one of those U.A. kids, she couldn't help but doubt he really had anything to be angry about. 

Soon the girl found herself imagining him in some sort of serious situation, what could make somebody so angry? 

And before she knew it, his fighting figure disappeared from the tv as an image of midnight replayed him, announcing that he had one his fight. The last fight wasn't it? Meaning that the rage boy must've won the whole thing. y/n really wasn't impressed, obviously he was only fighting other U.A. students. How hard could that be? However, she was excited that he won for some reason.

While y/n watched him she couldn't help but wish she was the one fight. Oh to be punched by that man.  Every kick he would throw sent goosebumps down her body. Plus when he used that quirk, shit was it hot. Pun intended. Fire seemed like such a simple quirk, but simple works best. That  last fight against Todoroki, that excited her. 

See, y/n liked adventures away from the school ground, and since she could fly..well. She knew Todoroki.  He was always considerate enough not to be weirded out by her when she would sneak into his house, her parents knew his dad well, so she pretty much only knew that one place.  He was logical and so he understood that she isn't really perverted, she simply hasn't seen boys in a very long time.  Todoroki figured if he hadn't seen a female in three years he might become more fond of them as well. 

"Now lets award the metals" 

She looked up at the screen to see a podium holding the winners and runner ups. Atop it was the boy, he was announced as Katsuki Bakugou. He was chained to the post and attacking the air, and y/n found this insanely hot. She assumed that since Todoroki hadn't given his all, that boom boom might be upsetting. However, she never expected to see this beautiful sight on the tv screen of her classroom. The sight was stuck in her mind for days. 

She thought about it during dance class. 

She thought about it during quirk training. 

She thought about it during lunch.

During "sleepovers"

During missions with her boss - gang orca

During meeting with the principle

Even during visit time with her parents. It was then she decided she had to do something about it. Now, even though most girls at her school looked down upon U.A. the parents and staff didn't. For the girls it was about how truly jealous they were that those students, even with lesser power, would get to become heros. While us here, would become noblewomen, or princesses or be married off into other famous quirk families.

Y/n only was jealous because her mother spent more time with U.A. students than with her and her brothers. Seeing her mother was midnight, yes, the pro-hero. While that sounds cool, it isn't. Her mother and father dated for 1 month before getting married on a whim. Her father being a prince was something mom always described as FUCKINZg SEGGSYYY. Yes, you could blame midnight for y/ns horny behaviors. 

Unfortunately for midnight, royal quirks don't mix with other quirks. None of her children have her quirk. Her daughter has Elementus total control, her middle son has Elementus manipulate, and youngest son has Elementus transform. So she is left with a 7 year old that can turn himself into water if he doesn't want to get in trouble....yeah. So that at home life was strange...

"Mom, dad, I wanna be hero"

"Bullshit, no you don't bahaha"

"I do, mom"

"Why"

"Dad, I wanna help people you know, like mom does. I wanna make the world better instead of just becoming a queen and sitting in a house all day." Y/n lied, she would love to sit around doing nothing while her rich, king husband did all the work. Then she could just eat and watch anime and be unbothered. However, in the moment, y/n forgot about her dream future. All she wanted in that moment was to see boom boom everyday. yuh, I said it..boom boom.

"Babe, she has a fair point...plus its not like chiyo can do anything with his quirk"

"What do you mean?! CHiyo's quirk is so cool dad, one time he took all the oxygen out of my bod and then I couldn't do anything, it was so cool!"

"see...."

"Yea,yea i see"

"My love, can't you just recommend her to U.A. so you can keep an eye on her. We both knew she was destined to be a hero at some point."

"Uhm. Babe. She only wants to go so she can see boys."

"What?!My princess would never, you heard it, she wants to help people. Our sons would never say such things, we should proud, love"

"Honey, she is lying."

"No, I'm not a mom, I could care less about boys. All the girls at this school can do the same things, if not better. "

"Y/N! I love you so much my precious horny little fuck"Her mother sprang up from her seat and embarrassed her. 

"I can't believe this is my life.." dad sighed. 

"But yeah, that proves your point honey, if she is gay then she must mean it. Yayyy. N/N is coming to school with meeee!!"

"I- yeah mom."

[renee-writer]

Win a Date Chapter 5 First Date

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Claire mutters the next day as she changes into jeans and a long sleeve shirt appropriate for hiking. She still mumbles as she pulls boots on over her think socks.

“It isn't like you are going to be tortured. You are going on a date with a lad looking for a real relationship. Could be worse.” Geillis says with a smile.

“Ugg. Fine but I promise you, if this goes bad, I will never trust you with a blind date again.”

“It will be fine. I've a good feeling.”

“Okay.” He pulls his hiking clothes on. “Murtagh, this lass better be all you promised. If she turns out to be another flighty lass, I will throttle you.” Jamie threatens as he brushes his red curls out and and pulls a ball cap on.

“You won’t be needing to be doing all that. She has been thoughly vetted. So go. Have a good time then you can thank me later.” Jamie rolls his eyes at his Godfather.

“If she is, I will.”

The Overlook at nine. Those were the instructions. She has no idea who she was looking for. He will find you, Gel had assured her. Knowing what she looks like puts him at an advantage. She isn’t sure she likes that. “One date.” She reminds herself. Just one if he is the jerk she fears. More if.. But no. Focus on today. She takes a deep breath and looks around. A beautiful spot with plenty of green grass and wildflowers. She had to admit he had picked a beautiful spot.

He watches her as she looks around. As advertised, she is lovely. He is happy to see the old jeans and shirt, the scuffed boots, the lack of make up, her curly hair hanging free. He smiles when he sees her push it out of her eyes. An opening.

“You need a ball cap lass.” She looks up. He is tall. Very tall. With piercing blue eyes and amazing hair. But his old clothes and casual attitude tell her, he probably isn't who she is waiting for.

“Thank you. I am waiting for someone. My mate Geillis suggests that leaving my hair down and free is better.” She self consciously shrugged.

“It is verra pretty Claire.” A jerk.

“You. You are my date?”

“Aye. Disappointed?”

“No just surprised. You are not who I was expecting…”

“Jamie. James Fraser.”

“Claire Beauchamp.” She offers her hand. He takes it long forgotten manners resurface and he lifts it up and gently kisses the back of it. “Oh.”

“You aren’t who I was expecting either. They told me but..”

“They?”

“My sister and Godfather. They set all these up. Let me know after the fact.”

“Wait! You didn't know what they were about either?” They had started walking.

“Either?”

“Yes, my mate, Geillis, she entered me in your contest without telling me until after. I swore I wouldn’t come if I did win.”

“Yet you are here?” she shrugs. “They dinna tell me until after they chose you.” He grins. “They ken'd I wouldn’t be happy.”

She smiles back. “Better to ask for forgiveness then permission, eh?”

“Aye. Something like that. Were you just as frustrating with your mate?”

“Oh lord yes!” she laughs. “I told her if you turned out to be a jerk, I would never trust her again.”

“Now would you think me a jerk?”

“Actor. I guess I had an idea of exactly what type of person you would be.” She looks fown and steps over the small branch in the path.

“I see. I was guilty of the same. The reason, you see for the contest, my last few dates have been with the same ridiculous type lasses. The want to be seen with me or want other things that wouldn’t lead to a relationship.”

“I admit that I really don’t know who you are.” Ge stops and she does too when she sees he has. “I am sorry about that.”

“Oh please don't be. I am glad.”

“Me too. To meet you. Not the façade. I am meeting you, right?”

“Aye Claire, you are. Wish to rest.” She sinks gratefully into the fallen branch. He joins her.

“I thought I was in shape.” He chuckles.

“You are doing well. So, wish to tell me about yourself?”

“I am a druggist. Own my own store. An only child who lost her parents at age five. Her uncle who raised her died two years ago. Life with my best mate Geillis. She is a nurse. My last serious relationship ended when I found him in bed with one of his students. He was a professor. I spend most evenings watching trashy TV shows with Gel. I haven’t had sex in six no seven months.” She is blushing. “God sorry. I am not after… Ah, please tell me about yourself.”

“I've an older sister, Janet, called Jenny. Our parents still live and work the farm I grew up on. Jenny is married to my best friend Ian. You know my profession. I spend most evenings running lines. But I adore mind numbing trashy telly shows. I have never had a serious relationship. It is hard when the lasses all know who you are. As for sex, it has been 29 years. A virgin. So..” She looks up at him with wide eyes. “Yah. Everyone assumes. The last date I was on, the lass straight out said she wished to take me to bed. I wasn’t interested. Sex for the sake of getting off doesn’t draw me.” He looks across the valley under them.”It has to mean more. Until I find the one who I see a future in, then.. “

“Wow. You surely aren't who I was expecting. I didn’t mean, when I told you..”

“Dinna fash Claire. I know.”

“How do you, in your line of work, keep up the image you need to project?”

“Ah, smoke and mirrors. Pretty lasses on my arm at awards shows. Photographs that seem to show me as a playboy. In reality, I am a farm boy who just wishes to act. To have a lass to partner with, raise a family with, outside the spotlight.”

“Awards. I should know you.”

“Do me a favor, okay. When you Google my name, recall what I told you, eh?”

“I promise.”

“Are you hungry or thirsty Claire. I've stuff in the knapsack for a picnic.”

“Yes please.” He lays it out. They sit and talk about their families. She tells him about traveling with her uncle and all the places she went. About starting Beauchamp Drugs with his investment and many prayers. He tells her of growing up at Lallybroch. Of his wonderful bossy sister. His steady parents. Murtagh, who is his Godfather and conscious. About his families fears when he announced what he wanted to do and their support.

“So we both started our careers with trepidation and family support.” She lays back, looking up to the sky. He sits beside her looking out over the valley.

“Aye. I am sorry about your family.”

“Thank you. It isn’t easy but I am glad Uncle Lamb got to see me make a good start.”

“Aye. I must confess. I knew what you did. Even have a report from a investigator about what a good druggist you are. Good and patient. Kind.”

“You sent people to investigate me?” she turns her eyes to him.

“Not I.” he is blushing.

“Right. You didn’t know.”

“No. Don’t be angry. They were just looking after me. Had to know you were who you portrayed yourself to be.”

“I am not mad. Intrigued. If I didn’t think it would embarrass you, I would look you up now.”

“Thanks. You probably wouldn’t get a signal anyway.”

She pulls out his phone and sees he is right. A shrug. The camera works though. She snaps some pictures of the beauty that surrounds them before turning it to him. “Do you mind?”

“No. You won’t post it on SM will you?”

“No. Not my style. It is just you are very handsome with the sun reflecting off that wonderful hair.” He grins and pulls the cap off. She snaps a few shots.

“My turn.” He turns his own phone’s camera to her. She leans against the stone by where they had stopped and gives him a big smile. “You are quite beautiful Claire.”

“Thanks but I am sure I will find much beautiful lasses on your arm.”

“No. You won’t. Not in my eyes. None that matches you in inner and outer beauty.” Now she is blushing. “May I see you again Claire?”

“Yes. I didn’t think I would be having more then one date with you. But, I do want to see you again.”

“I thought the same. I am glad we were both wrong. May I give you my number? “

“”You may.” She hands him her phone. He enters it and saves it. “So more hiking?”

“No. I am thinking horse back riding. If that is okay?”

“Perfect. I haven’t in awhile but do know how.” She helps gather up the picnic supplies. “Where?”

“I’ve a mate, John. He has some great riding horses. Private, ye ken.”

“Right. I get that. I only have Sunday’s available. That alright?”

“Perfect.” They start down. He gives her John's address. “Say nine?”

“I will be there.”

“Will I hear from you between now and then?”

“You will. I will text you when I get home. Let you know I made it okay.”

“Thank you.” They are back where they meet. “I am glad you took a chance Claire.”

“I am too. Glad you did too “

He takes her hands and kisses their backs. “Until Sunday.”

“Yes. I will text you. “

“Good. Recall don't believe what Google says about me.”

“I won't.” On impulse, she stands on her toes and kisses his cheek. “Goodbye for now Jamie.”

“Good bye Claire.”

[wcvensouls-archive]

Birthdays aren't generally celebrated. Frigid towards the occasion as the turbulent element she wields, yet knowledgeable of the date. Shenhe can feign that she solely found out through Cloud Retainer's idle mention, chattering away to herself as she contemplates what she will gift Ganyu. And while she initially did not fully intend to make celebration of the day, she somehow still winds up handing over a bouquet of Qingxin flowers. She had gone through the journey early that morning, collecting only the most worthy of Qingxin's from the high stone peaks. "Since it is your birthday," her voice remains as neutral as her expression, carefully tempering her every emotion. "You should allow me the honor of treating you to dinner today." And it wasn't as if she was going to take no for an answer - that much was evident with the slight jut of her chin, the sternness in her voice that isn't quite as cold as it often times is.

          while ganyu had spent the majority of her time in liyue harbor after signing her contract with rex lapis all those years ago, always swamped with work that never seemed to end, she still held the place she had grown up with very dearly in her heart  —  and memories of such a place would always come along the image of the majestic bird named cloud retainer, that she had known for as long as she had been alive for. although she was as busy as ever and had almost forgotten it was the day of her birth, the adepti in question had made an unexpected appearance near yujing terrace to make sure that ganyu would indeed stop by juyeun karst once she found the time  —  and it was precisely when she was making her way there that she had stumbled upon her other disciple.

           being stopped by shenhe, she could not help showing just a little bit of surprise in her features  —  which had become even more obvious once she saw the lovely qingxin bouquet in her hands. even though ganyu had spent quite a lot of time away from her home in the last centuries, she was indeed familiar with the woman standing in front of her  ;  and while the other couldn’t be said to be the warmest or friendliest of people, she did quite like her and enjoyed her company whenever they got to spend some time together, even if it was not all that often. as the students of cloud retainer, the two did hold a certain connection. more importantly, ganyu trusted the adepti with all her heart, so knowing that shenhe had been picked out by her to learn, she never had any problems trusting her too.

         after the initial surprise wore off, ganyu showed her a bright  ( albeit slightly shy due to the fact that she had remembered her birthday )  smile as she took the flowers.  “ oh, shenhe, these are beautiful... ”  she muttered quietly for a moment before continuing.  “ you did not have to go through such a trouble... but thank you, truly. ”  after all, she was aware of how tricky it could be to find such lovely specimens of this flower, who had always prefered the highest of peaks to bloom. were birthdays even worth celebrating after so many years?  it had always been a complicated matter for her  —  and usually a lonely and busy day like any other. while others may have found her tone to be cold, ganyu knew her well enough to at least know that it could have been much worse, that this was her way of being nice. such a thought made the half qilin feel a warmth on her chest  —  it was not often that she got to have genuine personal interactions with people, and she had grown to cherish it even more.

         despite her words, however, ganyu was well aware that there was not a chance that she would be able to deny that offer  —  and neither did she want to, even though she did not wish to cause shenhe any trouble. looking up to her once more, she continued in a lighthearted and cheerful tone, her entire demeanor relaxing considerably as she was in the company of an old friend.  “ have you ever tried the food at wanmin restaurant?  it is quite delicious, if you’d like to. ”

@karmicbound  :  birthday ask .

[albusdumbles]

My Head Canon for Sherlock and Molly is a mixture of what Sir Doyle's stories tell us and the Moftiss version :

After Sherrinford, Sherlock returns to crime solving in 221B as a more mature, humbled man, better attuned to his and others emotions. He now understands and acknowledges the power of emotions and does not actively discount them as he used to before, but accepts them and most importantly respects them.

John and Rosie remain a huge presence in Sherlock's life. John retains his position as Sherlock's best friend and partner in crime solving. John continues to live in 221B for some time but as Rosie grows up and her safety becomes an issue, he shifts to another more homely location, and balances time between Rosie, his clinic and case solving.

The situation is now brought to the one that was canonically established in the Sherlock Holmes books, where in the later stories Dr. Watson would generally come to visit Baker Street and find Sherlock amidst an interesting case or would get a call from Sherlock for help in a certain case. The original stories mostly start off from this point. However since we have Rosie to consider as well I am guessing John's involvement is lesser. In the original books too there were times when Holmes solved entire cases and only then told Watson how they happened or would mostly do the legwork himself. Adhering to that in this version Rosie and the clinic are the factors for John's lesser involvement, though it is only relatively lesser as John really can't stay away that much.

Sherlock's relationship with Molly is however not this simple. It is complex on various levels. After Sherrinford, Sherlock does explain everything to Molly, and it is a moment between them that neither can I describe nor can they both themselves as to give complete justification. What words are exchanged, what is said is between them is not known, but there is an assurance that Molly being Molly does forgive him. She has always seen right through him and even now can see his pain, his remorse, his vulnerability which shines through stating the deep emotional trauma that he has suffered. He doesn't tell her whether he meant that I love you or not. Neither does she mention it again. But John, Mrs Hudson and even Lestrade if ever asked about it will certainly tell you that something had started to change around that point of time. No Sherlock and Molly are however not in a relationship. But when Molly's other friends and colleagues try to set her up with dates, Molly's doesn't really seem interested. They chastise her for not trying and soon give up one by one, though there are some close friends who know the actual reason and don't say anything, merely shake their heads and go away. Once a relative of Molly's asks her that doesn't she want to have children of her own? To which she replies that she already does have a child.

Molly's description of that relative's face on her answer keeps John and Sherlock laughing all night when she tells them. She has come at that time for dinner as she sometimes does with them. Both John and Sherlock look at her fondly as she makes some more bad jokes and plays with Rosie. Eventually though John goes home as its Rosie's bedtime and Sherlock and Molly are left alone. He suggests a walk and she agrees. They walk around in the quiet of the London night, not saying much, but as hands brush and soft smiles are exchanged a lot more is said then words could express.

Life goes on at 221B, John eventually finds another woman, and proceeds to settle down again. His involvement becomes lesser now though and updates from 221B aren't that regular. However one day he gets a shocking message that Mrs. Hudson is very ill. He rushes to Baker Street along with Rosie and his wife. Sherlock looks a bit haggard, and for the first time John's new wife sees some emotion on Sherlock's face. John's always told her that he is a deeply emotional man and while she has not doubted his affection for Rosie, she hasn't seen him anything other than stoic and practical in the time she has known him.

Molly comes in moments later, hand in hand with another man, and Mrs. Watson can swear that this time she can feel a palpable change in the air. A tension that was not there before even with the sadness about Mrs. Hudson's situation has suddenly seeped in.

She may not be perceptive like Sherlock but she knows in the way that Molly and Sherlock avoid looking at each other and how Molly has not paid much attention to her boyfriend while she has been in the house that there is something here.

Later she asks about this to John who says that he himself doesn't understand it much and that they are not what you could call a couple, nor are they exes and he also doesn't know what exactly does Sherlock feel for her.

"He doesn't love like us and I can't always understand him or what he is exactly feeling. But know this, that Molly can, she is vital to him and while Sherlock can deduce the whole world to the T, the only person who can deduce him back is Molly. However Sherlock and Molly are an unsolvable case which I gave up ages ago". The topic is halted as the Watsons go to sleep too tired and drained to try to make sense of what they saw today.

Mrs. Hudson's death follows a few days later from this event and after the funeral the new Mrs. Watson again observes Sherlock and Molly. Again she sees the rare occasion of Sherlock showing emotion and as her heart wrenches a bit for the man who looks like he has lost a long battle, her gaze shifts to Molly who has incidentally come alone and not left Sherlock's side. Her hand on his arm the whole time, him slightly leaning into her as he addresses the guests that have come.

Mrs. Watson files that image away for later analysis. But the evidence and sources for these two people to clearly define whatever is going on between them is so confusing and so rare that soon, she like her husband comes to discover as to why its an 'unsolvable case' and gives up as well, eventually just accepting Sherlock and Molly as they are.

Rosie on the other hand suffers no such problem as her parents and when asked quite happily tells them about her Godfather and Godmother and how they are in fact a couple. She is the Watson who sees and observes; perceptive like her Mother she sees what others miss and hence is the only one not surprised when, a few years later as she is going off to college she hears that Uncle Sherlock who had shifted just last year to Sussex Downs, to pursue his passion for beekeeping has now been joined by Aunt Molly, who has given her resignation from Bart's and sold her flat.

Sherlock and Molly never married. They did not appear to be a couple to anyone and no one apart from Sherlock's closest and nearest circle of people knew about the relationship that they shared.

As Sherlock Holmes became a legend immortalized through Dr. Watson's blogs, now talked about in past tense, no one ever associated the name of Molly Hooper with him. She wasn't ever mentioned in the blogs and not seen with him often enough by the press who came to the conclusion that she was just a colleague. Hence the stories, movies and series that were inspired from it later never acknowledged her.

It only had once come to the attention of Molly, Rosie's grandchild who had scoffed while watching a movie about the great Holmes and his supposed private life thinking that if only they had observed the subtle hints in her great grandfather's old blog and not merely skimmed through, they could have known better about the actual private life of Sherlock Holmes. For though she hadn't ever met Sherlock Holmes, she knew his stories well. Her grandmother had read the blogs to her in her childhood and had filled in a lot of blanks about Holmes life that Dr.John Watson had deliberately left in his writing as a tribute to a certain pathologist. However she had most of all remembered a photo of him which had been in her grandmother's old touchscreen cell phone. Seriously who even used touchscreen anymore?! The photo had been of the said detective smiling down with all the love in his eyes at a woman with brown hair tied in a ponytail, flecks of grey here and there, a wrinkled face but sparkly brown eyes that crinkled as she smiled back at him with her arms around him. Molly had wished that someone looked at her as Sherlock Holmes had once looked at her namesake.

Sherlock and Molly's tale was one which was forgotten through time, kept away from the world; in the beginning by Mycroft Holmes' zealous efforts to keep that part of Sherlock's life well hidden and then eventually through the natural course of fading memory. For Mycroft, the fear of old enemies discovering about Molly and using her in some unscrupulous manner was unacceptable. He had seen how vulnerable a pressure point Molly was to Sherlock and he never wanted to see his brother go through the anguish and pain he had witnessed in the room with the coffin again.

Hence while throughout history Sherlock Holmes' name was taken with a lot of people, primarily with Doctor Watson, his best friend, confidante and blogger; Irene Adler and James Moriarty his rivals and enemies, both great in their own regard; Mrs. Hudson his landlady and not his housekeeper; Lestrade his first colleague and friend and even with Rosie who never stopped boasting about the fact that he was her Godfather, his name was never ever taken with the one person that mattered the most.

Molly Hooper.

[zpidey-sense]

Dark Night: Mae Odindaughter... or Lokidaughter.

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Description: Mae wakes up from what she thought it was a dream and pretty quickly finds out she is not longer in London… or in Earth to be more specific. Meeting someone she thought she would never have the opportunity to meet. In the confusion of the moment she discovers she is neither what she used to be anymore.

I’m sorry the old Mae can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, cause she is dead.

im sorry i had to dsfdkjgn

Warnings for the whole fic: yes, a lot. Strong language such as cursing, violence of course, death yes, also spoilers for all the MCU movies already released to date, and also a lot of fluff cause yeah lol I love fluff. AND ANGST.

Note: maybe some chapters will be written on third person.

Also, here is my masterlist! If you’re interested.

I found myself taking a deep, long and kind of desperate breath, looking for air as I opened my eyes on a pretty wild way, I immediately looked around, everything was blurry so I decided to close my eyes again. They were stinging for some reason and everything was so bright.

My chest was going up and down real fast while I found myself having a kind of… actually, I was having an anxiety attack. I’ve read about them, but I never actually had one.

And I honestly didn’t like it, at all. 

Shit… bloody hell of a dream I just had. My head was slightly starting to hurt and my mouth felt dry. Damn it, just what the hell happened and how the fuck did I end up in my bed again?

I knew I should have eaten before the field trip, I was so stupid.

I rubbed my eyes and slowly looked up at the ceiling… and well, this was for real new, just by looking at it I knew this wasn’t my bedroom and even though I was in a bed, after some seconds I noticed that this definitely wasn’t my bed… like at all. 

Where the hell I was? And why was this bed a million times comfier than mine?  It wasn’t fair. I tried to sit up fast looking for some kind of answer when my whole body ached at the sudden movement, stopping me from moving any more.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you”, someone said on an odd, but somehow recognizable accent, making me look up at the place where that voice came from.

“Holy fuck”, that was the only thing I could say, looking at who the hell I had in front of me, I couldn’t believe it… I just-woah. “I’m dead, right?”.

It was… Loki.

Like Loki… the one that caused the huge New York disaster from last year, the brother of Thor and… somehow, even if I didn’t admit it out loud because everyone hated him, my favourite God. That Loki!

He looked at me, quietly studying my expression to then just laugh on a soft way… even sounding kind of warm. Oh shit, I was definitely fucking dead.

“Of course you aren't”, he said immediately as if he just read my mind, now starting to walk up to me.

I didn’t know if I should believe him or not, because what if I was dying and I was making this up in my head to cope with my death… or in a lighter side, if I was on a dream, because oh mate, sometimes I do have some bloody weird dreams.

“Where the hell are we?”, I asked after some seconds of a weird silence, now looking around, I noticed everything looked extremely beautiful and expensive, as if we were on a really posh hotel. Again, the bed was really comfortable.

“Asgard”, Loki said casually, standing next to the bed while pouring himself a bit of wine on a cup.

“Asgard?!”, I shouted almost too loud, making him roll his eyes as he drank a little bit of that wine.

“Yes Asgard, and please don’t make me repeat myself”, I just blushed at his words while looking around me once again. Everything was so beautiful, so out of… this world… or well, more like my world.

Damn it, the more I looked at it the more I realized that I was really on Asgard… or my brain was really good making up beautiful and poshy scenarios.

“How did I end up here?”, I asked looking at him again, looking for more answers as well. I needed to know how and why. My head was starting to hurt again and my mind was racing.

I couldn’t remember that good. The images were now flashing in my mind, every little thing was a blur and the last thing I remembered was me running on Greenwich to see… Thor.

“Well you…”, but I interrupted him on a kind of rude way, not intentionally of course, because well after all he was a God and I was just… me.

“Thor.”

“Thor?”, he repeated, frowning immediately. “What does my annoying brother have to do with this, did he drop you here?”.

“Oh no… I just… I remember running to see him”, I said with a smile on my face while running my hands through the soft fabric that my blanket was made of, “I really, really wanted to see him fight off those things”.

“Where? What things? Explain”, Loki asked now with a bit of confusion showing on his face, crossing his arms as he looked at me from head to toe.

I looked at his factions and couldn’t help but blush, Gods and their out-of-this-world beauty. I mean not this world but, that world, or more like my world… oh, you know what I mean.

“In Greenwich… well I mean for you, in Earth, London to be m…”

“Earth?! So you’re from Midgard?”

Midgard, I repeated in my mind, I kind of remembered reading about it somewhere.

“Well, where else would I be from?”, I asked a bit confused, taking a deep breath and feeling how something in my chest suddenly burned while I moved. Besides the pain manifesting in my whole body now I noticed that my chest was hurting the most.

I also noticed I wasn’t wearing my school uniform anymore, it was a white, long dress instead and also a really beautiful one, and so comfy. It was like… if I was on a dream.

“I just thought you were from… from somewhere else especial, not something like Midgard”, he said starting to walk away of the bed and then looking at me again. “Especially with that thing you have in your chest, I th…”

What did he said, thing in my chest? I wasn’t listening to him anymore, all I could hear was mumbles because what the hell did he just say, so I just looked down at my chest and… and… I was glowing.

Like literally fucking glowing.

“What in the bloody hell!?”, I shouted again, way too loud even for me. But I couldn’t help my self… what was that, where did that come from… just, what the fuck.

“Oh no”, I heard Loki say, making me look up at him again, he was rolling his eyes which honestly made him look really good. “Don’t tell me you do not know what is that you have there”

“I just…”, but my body was aching and my head was now hurting more than before even making me feel dizzy, and suddenly all I could hear was my heart racing while I could feel nothing but that thing glowing in my chest.

I literally could feel it, its energy. Its… power.

I started to breath fast again as I closed my eyes and wished that if I opened them then I would be instantly in London again. Without that thing, without Loki. Just back to normal.

But no, of course that was not going to happen and now I was just having another anxiety attack, and my stomach was starting to hurt as my head felt like spinning. I was pretty sure I was going to throw up and oh my god in front of Loki, what an embarrassment.

“Uhm… hey”, I heard Loki say now closer than before as he suddenly put his hand in my shoulder. His touch really took me by surprise making me jump in my spot, and then just as that he wasn’t touching me anymore.

I instantly opened my eyes at the sound of things falling… the wine, the glasses and even the table were now on the floor as Loki was now in the other side of the room. “What the…”

Did I do that? Oh my god, I did that… how I did that? I asked my self as I stood up to walk up to a confused Loki, but my legs were too weak, making me almost fall down the little steps around my bed. I closed my eyes again just waiting for my body to hit the floor but… it never happened.

I slowly started to open my eyes and all I saw was the floor, I was just a few inches away from hitting it… I was hovering in the air which quickly made me freak out, and then I just fell, hitting my face and my whole body against the cold floor.

I think today I belong on the freaking floor.

“You better stop doing that”, Loki said in a kind of angry voice but also really confused, making me remember he was in the room.

And oh my god I fucking threw him away. If I wasn’t dead before then I was definitely going to be now.

“I don’t even know what I’m doing!”, I said on a slow and really hurt voice, I was getting wet by the wine in the floor and honestly, it felt disgusting.

“You are one of them”, he said as he frowned and stood up almost smoothly. “You aren’t going to turn into a huge purple monster, aren’t you?”, he asked with a strange fear on his voice as he fixed his outfit.

“I’m not Hulk!”, I shouted as I looked up at him and frowned… or that’s what I hoped. God, I couldn’t be another Hulk. I just couldn’t.

No offense to Hulk or Bruce Banner, I just… I couldn’t.

“Where are you really from? I demand you to tell me where are you from!”, Loki said as he walked up to me and made me stand up on a kind of rude way… well that’s what I gained for throwing him away like he was just a doll. “If you aren’t one of them, then you’re lying to me and you aren’t from Midgard”

“I am from Earth!”, I said looking up at him while kinda taking a step closer to him, and well I shouldn’t have done that. He was huge, and I was… just a 13 year old girl with a glowing rock on her chest. I felt so small next to him.

“Then what is that?”, he asked suddenly touching it.

And when he did that it somehow hurt me, making me frown while something inside me made me push him away. He ended up in the floor, again. Looking up at me with a frowning face.

Oops… I guess. It hurt me anyway!

“You better don’t do that again… kid… whatever your name is…” he said, obviously mad as he stood up from the floor again, his hair was now slightly messed up. But he still looked pretty good, to be honest.

‘‘I’m Mae’‘, I whispered quietly.

‘‘What?’‘

‘‘That’s my name if you wanted to k…’‘

‘‘No! That’s not really important now!’‘

“Okay! But being totally honest, I don’t really know what I’m doing so j-… just don’t touch it again!”, I said looking down at it and feeling a bit protective, “it’s not me, I think… at least it’s not intentionally me”

“Where did you got this from?”, he asked walking up to me again. I took a step back for me and for his security, and sat on the bed again.

Great, now my dress was ruined and wet, fuck. I really liked it.

“I don’t know”, I said while closing my eyes again and trying to remember. Not for him or for him to get information, but just because I really wanted to know. I wanted to remember where did I get this rock from.

“Was it from Midgard?”, he asked, “did you meet up with a guy in a patch? Or someone in an iron suit?”

“Iron Man?”, I asked confused and looking up at him… just thinking on the fact that I could meet Tony Stark… it was amazing to think, but basically impossible.

“Did you?!”, he asked walking closer to me, and then just getting away. He was getting frustrated and mad, so he just started to walk from one side to another in the room.

“No!… I wish, though!”, I said while putting my hands on my face, slowly caressing it. I knew it was somewhere in my memories, I knew something happened… that dream I had, it wasn’t a dream at all…

‘‘Then wh…’‘, he started but I quickly spoke. 

“I-… I just remember I fell in… a lake? Or a sea, or something?”

“I know that” he said as if it was obvious, making me look up at him really confused. ‘‘Practically all Asgard heard you screaming and also saw you falling down into the water, it’s not something new’‘

“So it happened?!’‘, I asked more surprised than I thought I was going to be.

‘‘Of course it did’‘, as he casually said that I started to remember how my body hit the freezing water, and the way the water filled my lungs and how I… I died.

I died, I repeated in my mind.

‘’And then some people pulled me off the water, right?’’, I asked then seeing my arms. Seeing the millions of scratches and the bruises starting to form in my skin. Everything was hurting.

Shit. It really happened. I really died… and came back. Shit.

‘’Yes, I sent guards to find what was the thing that disturbed me’’, he kind of smiled when he saw the face I made.

‘‘Yeah, well thanks’‘, I rolled my eyes and then looked at him. I slowly started to remember. ‘‘I saw… a lot of things. Of places, to be more exact… I was in what it seemed to be like Hell, first’‘.

That made him look at me again, fully interested in what I was saying now.

‘‘Keep’‘, he demanded.

‘‘I-’‘, I looked at my hand as I remembered. I confirmed that it in fact happened because my palm was slightly burnt. ‘‘I made this in that place trying to hold my self, but then something happened… suddenly I was in a super cold place, it was hard to breath and just like that’‘, I snapped my fingers together, ‘‘I was in another place like in a landscape, it was a weird place’‘.

‘‘How weird?’‘

‘‘I looked up at the sky after I fell there and saw a lot of places, including Earth and the Hell one… but it was through holes, and it was just w…’‘, but Loki interrupted me.

 “Well, that was the convergence…” he started to say but quickly shut his mouth, looking at me now with a little smile. “So you say you’re from Midgard, eh.” 

“Earth”, I nodded while looking at him weird, his demeanor changed slightly.

‘’And you say you went from one place to another?’’

‘’Yeah, it actually felt like I was crossing dimensions or some sort of thing’’, he smiled wider as I spoke.

“You fell through a portal”, he finally said, nodding.

“Portal… A portal?’’ I repeated after him, making him nod again. ‘’Oh! A wormhole!” I suddenly shouted and then it all just hit me, “oh fuck, Shane”.

It was the first thing I could think of because now I knew I should have listened to him and just stayed at the library, but… I really wanted to see Thor. Fuck.

I looked at Loki that was studying my factions and then after some seconds I finally remembered it all. All the memories flood my head just in the right time, it was a lot of information to process but the memories were right there, as fresh as they should be.

“I-… I think I know where I got this rock from”, I looked at my chest and then up at him, he was frowning now but still really interested on the story. “It was at a ceremony, and I believe this wasn’t for me”, I said as I remembered the woman screaming.

“A ceremony?” 

“Yeah… because when I fell through the last wormhole…”

“Wormhole?”, he asked confused. And he looked… adorable? I didn’t want to say adorable but it was the most appropriate term to describe his expression.

“Oh, I mean a portal. I just called it a ‘’wormhole’’ because that’s what it is, scientifically of course”.

‘‘Sure, whatever’‘, he rolled his eyes and nodded saying no. ‘‘And what happened at this ceremony?’‘.

‘‘I thought I was going to die because well…’’, I started to think about how I fell and hit myself in my way there. ‘’I was so weak. B-but then I suddenly felt powerful, this thing made me feel powerful I think and…and I was hovering in the middle of the air I don’t know how but I was doing it, and also this woman was screaming’‘

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes trying to remember the moment with a little bit more of detail, so I put both of my hands on my collarbones because it was an old habit of mine. But when I opened my eyes, I wasn’t there anymore.

I mean, I was there. I could feel the bed under me and the soft wind coming from the window into the room… but everything was different. I was watching exactly what I was trying to describe. I could see me over there hovering in the air meanwhile some woman under me tried to get me down as she screamed ‘‘stop her’‘.

She looked powerful… scary overall, but powerful.

I looked up to see where was that light coming from and all I could see was a huge moon dropping all its light over my hovering body. The moon was so different from the one we have back on earth, but it was beautiful.

My painful scream distracted me from watching the moon and made me look at myself again. I knew that was the moment in which that rock placed itself in between my collarbones. I somehow could feel the pain burning, in a more moderate way but it was definitely there.

So that was what happened, I thought.

After some seconds more of looking at me and my struggling body move violently in the air, I just disappeared and just like that I was back in the room again. Loki looking at me with a confused and kind of disgusted face.

‘‘Why are you crying now?’‘, he just said that.

‘‘What?! I’m not crying!’‘, I said as I cleaned my cheeks with my hands. Feeling in fact some tears rolling down my cheeks. ‘‘I- a little thing in my eye. That’s all’‘.

‘‘Alright’‘, he then just walked down the stairs again. ‘‘So, apart from flying things away… what else do you think you can do?’‘

‘‘I don’t know’‘, I looked up at him and then shrugged, kind of lying to him. ‘‘I truly don’t know’‘

‘‘Fine… we’ll have time to get to know what you can truly do later’‘, he kind of walked up to me again. ‘‘I have to find out how to tell people you’ll be staying here’‘

I couldn’t help but smile because I knew what that meant. I was in the castle, I was going to live in a freaking castle! With Asgardians, and Gods… and oh my god.

‘‘Can I meet Thor?’‘, I asked immediately.

He just raised an eyebrow and then rolled his eyes.

‘‘No… I don’t think so, Thor is away right now and I don’t think he will come to Asgard after a long t…’‘

But a loud knock on the door made him stop mid sentence and then just like that Loki transformed himself into some older man with a patch on his eye and a cool, white beard.

What the fuck just happened?

‘‘His majesty’‘, a guard suddenly entered the room looking around at all the mess a bit confused but then just looking at… Loki?. ‘‘Thor has arrived, he wants to talk with you about… the death of… Loki’‘

What the actual fuck? Death of Loki?!? Was I talking to a freaking ghost?

‘’Give me a second’‘, he said after some moments. The guard just nodded and closed the door.

‘‘Uh…’‘, I tried to say but he quickly walked up to me, suddenly placing dagger right in front of my face. I felt how the colour got drained off my face, not saying a single word now.

‘‘Any word to anyone that I am actually Loki and you’ll be dead in that second, understood?’‘, I just nodded, because there was a knot in my throat. I had a fucking dagger in my face, I truly couldn’t talk. ‘‘Great’‘

He made the dagger disappear in thin air and then just kind of fixed his beard and his outfit, after some seconds I finally collected the courage to ask him.

‘‘I-I… can I ask you who are you exactly?’‘, my voice ended up sounding totally wrecked.

‘‘I’m Odin. King of Asgard’‘, he then smiled and started to walk to the door. ‘‘And now if you excuse me, I have to see my son Thor, to talk about the terrible and sad death of my lovely son, Loki’‘

He then just rolled his eyes and let out a funny giggle, but then he just looked at me as he was about to open the door he reminded me, ‘‘and remember, any word to anyone and you…’‘

Suddenly a dagger flew to my face, stopping just a few inches away from my forehead. I just nodded again while I kept looking at him.

‘‘Yeah, yeah… don’t worry about that’‘, and the dagger disappeared just as I finished to say that, making him giggle on a funny way.

‘‘See you later, Mae’‘, he said my name and I couldn’t help but kind of smile. ‘‘Do not do anything else to your room, please’‘

‘‘What about my dress?’‘, I remembered looking down at it. It had a huge wine stain.

‘‘That’s your penalty, for throwing me across the room twice you know’‘.

‘‘But that wasn’t m-’‘, but he closed the door immediately, ignoring me as I just sat there with the words in my mouth.

I just rolled my eyes and decided to stand up, this time I wasn’t as weak as I was before so I just walked to the window and decided to look outside.

I was on Asgard, like for real on Asgard.

And it was breathtaking.

I just looked around and after taking a good look I just closed my eyes, feeling how the soft breeze hit my body on a calm way. I wasn’t sad or mad, but I wasn’t happy neither. I just didn’t know how to feel now that I had what I’ve always wanted.

I finally left London, I finally left the planet Earth to be more exact.

note: the title is a pun dhfsdf idk if that’s the exact term the daughter of a God gets and all that. 

[renee-writer]

Win a Date Chapter 5 First Date

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Claire mutters the next day as she changes into jeans and a long sleeve shirt appropriate for hiking. She still mumbles as she pulls boots on over her think socks.

“It isn't like you are going to be tortured. You are going on a date with a lad looking for a real relationship. Could be worse.” Geillis says with a smile.

“Ugg. Fine but I promise you, if this goes bad, I will never trust you with a blind date again.”

“It will be fine. I've a good feeling.”

“Okay.” He pulls his hiking clothes on. “Murtagh, this lass better be all you promised. If she turns out to be another flighty lass, I will throttle you.” Jamie threatens as he brushes his red curls out and and pulls a ball cap on.

“You won’t be needing to be doing all that. She has been thoughly vetted. So go. Have a good time then you can thank me later.” Jamie rolls his eyes at his Godfather.

“If she is, I will.”

The Overlook at nine. Those were the instructions. She has no idea who she was looking for. He will find you, Gel had assured her. Knowing what she looks like puts him at an advantage. She isn’t sure she likes that. “One date.” She reminds herself. Just one if he is the jerk she fears. More if.. But no. Focus on today. She takes a deep breath and looks around. A beautiful spot with plenty of green grass and wildflowers. She had to admit he had picked a beautiful spot.

He watches her as she looks around. As advertised, she is lovely. He is happy to see the old jeans and shirt, the scuffed boots, the lack of make up, her curly hair hanging free. He smiles when he sees her push it out of her eyes. An opening.

“You need a ball cap lass.” She looks up. He is tall. Very tall. With piercing blue eyes and amazing hair. But his old clothes and casual attitude tell her, he probably isn't who she is waiting for.

“Thank you. I am waiting for someone. My mate Geillis suggests that leaving my hair down and free is better.” She self consciously shrugged.

“It is verra pretty Claire.” A jerk.

“You. You are my date?”

“Aye. Disappointed?”

“No just surprised. You are not who I was expecting…”

“Jamie. James Fraser.”

“Claire Beauchamp.” She offers her hand. He takes it long forgotten manners resurface and he lifts it up and gently kisses the back of it. “Oh.”

“You aren’t who I was expecting either. They told me but..”

“They?”

“My sister and Godfather. They set all these up. Let me know after the fact.”

“Wait! You didn't know what they were about either?” They had started walking.

“Either?”

“Yes, my mate, Geillis, she entered me in your contest without telling me until after. I swore I wouldn’t come if I did win.”

“Yet you are here?” she shrugs. “They dinna tell me until after they chose you.” He grins. “They ken'd I wouldn’t be happy.”

She smiles back. “Better to ask for forgiveness then permission, eh?”

“Aye. Something like that. Were you just as frustrating with your mate?”

“Oh lord yes!” she laughs. “I told her if you turned out to be a jerk, I would never trust her again.”

“Now would you think me a jerk?”

“Actor. I guess I had an idea of exactly what type of person you would be.” She looks down and steps over the small branch in the path.

“I see. I was guilty of the same. The reason, you see for the contest, my last few dates have been with the same ridiculous type lasses. The want to be seen with me or want other things that wouldn’t lead to a relationship.”

“I admit that I really don’t know who you are.” He stops and she does too when she sees he has. “I am sorry about that.”

“Oh please don't be. I am glad.”

“Me too. To meet you. Not the façade. I am meeting you, right?”

“Aye Claire, you are. Wish to rest.” She sinks gratefully into the fallen branch. He joins her.

“I thought I was in shape.” He chuckles.

“You are doing well. So, wish to tell me about yourself?”

“I am a druggist. Own my own store. An only child who lost her parents at age five. Her uncle who raised her died two years ago. Life with my best mate Geillis. She is a nurse. My last serious relationship ended when I found him in bed with one of his students. He was a professor. I spend most evenings watching trashy TV shows with Gel. I haven’t had sex in six no seven months.” She is blushing. “God sorry. I am not after… Ah, please tell me about yourself.”

“I've an older sister, Janet, called Jenny. Our parents still live and work the farm I grew up on. Jenny is married to my best friend Ian. You know my profession. I spend most evenings running lines. But I adore mind numbing trashy telly shows. I have never had a serious relationship. It is hard when the lasses all know who you are. As for sex, it has been 29 years. A virgin. So..” She looks up at him with wide eyes. “Yah. Everyone assumes. The last date I was on, the lass straight out said she wished to take me to bed. I wasn’t interested. Sex for the sake of getting off doesn’t draw me.” He looks across the valley under them.”It has to mean more. Until I find the one who I see a future in, then.. “

“Wow. You surely aren't who I was expecting. I didn’t mean, when I told you..”

“Dinna fash Claire. I know.”

“How do you, in your line of work, keep up the image you need to project?”

“Ah, smoke and mirrors. Pretty lasses on my arm at awards shows. Photographs that seem to show me as a playboy. In reality, I am a farm boy who just wishes to act. To have a lass to partner with, raise a family with, outside the spotlight.”

“Awards. I should know you.”

“Do me a favor, okay. When you Google my name, recall what I told you, eh?”

“I promise.”

“Are you hungry or thirsty Claire. I've stuff in the knapsack for a picnic.”

“Yes please.” He lays it out. They sit and talk about their families. She tells him about traveling with her uncle and all the places she went. About starting Beauchamp Drugs with his investment and many prayers. He tells her of growing up at Lallybroch. Of his wonderful bossy sister. His steady parents. Murtagh, who is his Godfather and conscious. About his families fears when he announced what he wanted to do and their support.

“So we both started our careers with trepidation and family support.” She lays back, looking up to the sky. He sits beside her looking out over the valley.

“Aye. I am sorry about your family.”

“Thank you. It isn’t easy but I am glad Uncle Lamb got to see me make a good start.”

“Aye. I must confess. I knew what you did. Even have a report from a investigator about what a good druggist you are. Good and patient. Kind.”

“You sent people to investigate me?” she turns her eyes to him.

“Not I.” he is blushing.

“Right. You didn’t know.”

“No. Don’t be angry. They were just looking after me. Had to know you were who you portrayed yourself to be.”

“I am not mad. Intrigued. If I didn’t think it would embarrass you, I would look you up now.”

“Thanks. You probably wouldn’t get a signal anyway.”

She pulls out his phone and sees he is right. A shrug. The camera works though. She snaps some pictures of the beauty that surrounds them before turning it to him. “Do you mind?”

“No. You won’t post it on SM will you?”

“No. Not my style. It is just you are very handsome with the sun reflecting off that wonderful hair.” He grins and pulls the cap off. She snaps a few shots.

“My turn.” He turns his own phone’s camera to her. She leans against the stone by where they had stopped and gives him a big smile. “You are quite beautiful Claire.”

“Thanks but I am sure I will find much beautiful lasses on your arm.”

“No. You won’t. Not in my eyes. None that matches you in inner and outer beauty.” Now she is blushing. “May I see you again Claire?”

“Yes. I didn’t think I would be having more then one date with you. But, I do want to see you again.”

“I thought the same. I am glad we were both wrong. May I give you my number? “

“”You may.” She hands him her phone. He enters it and saves it. “So more hiking?”

“No. I am thinking horse back riding. If that is okay?”

“Perfect. I haven’t in awhile but do know how.” She helps gather up the picnic supplies. “Where?”

“I’ve a mate, John. He has some great riding horses. Private, ye ken.”

“Right. I get that. I only have Sunday’s available. That alright?”

“Perfect.” They start down. He gives her John's address. “Say nine?”

“I will be there.”

“Will I hear from you between now and then?”

“You will. I will text you when I get home. Let you know I made it okay.”

“Thank you.” They are back where they meet. “I am glad you took a chance Claire.”

“I am too. Glad you did too “

He takes her hands and kisses their backs. “Until Sunday.”

“Yes. I will text you. “

“Good. Recall don't believe what Google says about me.”

“I won't.” On impulse, she stands on her toes and kisses his cheek. “Goodbye for now Jamie.”

“Good bye Claire.”