#I wish i could have fit in more arms 😂

[helle-bored]

I love Scum Villain fics. There's so much variety and so many different kinds of hijinks! For instance, if I want to read a fic about Shen Yuan transmigrating as a many-armed eldritch creature who puppets Shen Qingqiu's body and that only Binghe can see and hear, that fic exists!

art for says the shadow by @tciddaemina, which is a very fun read.

[acid-ixx]

They aren't finished but I wanted to give you these! They're all WIPS so so far. Some are a bit older and you can tell what the newer ones are that I just made right now.

Thank you for posting a new chapter. It was an amazing read and I just loved it so much! Still trying to find those song references 😂

chapter spoilers and drafts (again &. again)

— masterlist ! ; chapter 4 ; ash's commisions

OH MY GOD THIS IS SUCH A BLESSING??? BANGER AFTER BANGER AFTER BANGER I SWEAR 💞

ash, you have always provided my little fanbase for my series so much food for thought, this is absolutely beautiful in every way. i literally don't care if they're wips or unfinished because either way you always make do with what i write, descriptive or not. i love your artstyle and how soft you draw the mc and how handsome conner is (i literally showed your art off to all my friends). you're so talented and i wish to reciprocate all the efforts you've done for this series 😭

i'm serious. from your portrayal of the mc, to them flying with conner, you never once disappoint anyone.

because of this, i'd like to leak some parts of my story from chapter five and beyond 💕! thank you so much for this, and i hope my yapping below suffices.

major spoilers below the cut!

the graduation photo! i have something planned with that, and i'd delve so much deeper (soon) with just how much a single photo can influence bruce's line of thought once he discovers that picture frame. love how happy mc is in the photo because, for me, it symbolizes them growing up (quite literally) and acknowledging a new path in life, alongside only finding alfred as their only father figure compared to bruce.

you consider yourself reserved, and prefer your life living within the confines of privacy and protection from media exposure. your mother always told you: better safe than sorry once; right after you've asked her about why you can't seem to find personal information about your father when she helped you search him up occasionally.

all the questions you ask her about the lack of your father's preferences — because you merely wanted to know more about him beyond the stories she told you! — she rebutted with a soft smile, a kiss on your head, and an explanation.

she'd warn you about the dangers of media exposure, about how your father and her prefer to keep their relationship a secret, and how too much cameras and paparazzi flashes can blind you.

she said that someone's perception of another person could be ruined once their deepest secrets are revealed. that's why your papa isn't seen beyond the doors of the manor he resides in; because people are attracted to mystery and allure.

hence why she'd restricted you from the usage of any devices within your household during your childhood, other than the excuse of having no money to afford it.

and you always abide by that principle of secrecy; especially right after alfred had saved you from... whatever happened years ago in elementary. from when that man... no, those men knew about your identity...

so, safe to say you were an introvert, at least when it comes to social media. the concept of the fear of missing out never once rattled your brain, no matter how anxious you are whenever you're with your friends; scared that you wouldn't fit in. but they never cared and accepted you with open arms, so it doesn't really matter, no?

you're safe now that you're at metropolis.

and like she always said, better safe than sorry! keep it within you and never out!

so why?

why is it just right after you've opened your twitter app— why is it that your face is plastered all across news accounts?

anyways, the second and third images are so romantic!!! and cute, and cured my depression i swear. i showed this to my one friend and she told me that conner's hand size compared to mc's is straight up hot, and i agree! i love the hand placement, and the way conner holds the mc so softly! yes, i too, would love to touch his man-tits beyond his impeccably tight shirt and play with his hands!

and the cute little panel with him squishing their face and desire their confirmation that, they do, in fact, think they're hot. he's a very insecure man after all, and his self-worth would revolve around your perception of him. he doesn't see you as god, but he doesnt see you as his everything. every opinion matters from you, and that's what makes the green flag part about him.

fun fact about him in the series! he loves to moisturize his hands with lots of skin care products because he read from an article once that some people prefer the feel of soft or moisturized hands. he definitely did not wait for the moment for you to touch him for the first time in forever since he first saw you! yeah, he's a bit more freaky than i let him out to be. the more you're exposed to him, the more you'll learn just how obsessed he is.

as for all the people asking if i'd write more about him: the answer is yes! he's a vital character, so don't worry because he'll appear in many scenes either way. for those concerned about why he didn't save the mc— well, chapter five will explain soon 🩷

and this art perfectly portrays it! it's seen from an outside perspective and they look very pretty, yet from what they see with their eyes is a different thing. the longer you stare at yourself, the more your image is distorted. i intentionally added the flower analogy because flowers are portrayed as pretty, no matter the size and shape. even as they wilt or sag, they still retain some color and a semblance of what was once a history of their prime.

then lastly! the mirror scene. it all returns to chapter three, chapter four was a sequel of their breakdown containing mirrors. reflections and the perception of one self is an important aspect of my series because it reminds me of myself, so them nit-picking each and every insecurity whilst staring at the mirror; that's a scene i wrote based off of a real life experience of mine. having both attractive parents, or those acknowledged as conventionally pretty, whilst being in an environment filled with as equally smart or attractive people, comparing yourself to them all the time, is a struggle.

the only way to make flowers 'ugly' is by destroying them, by stepping on them, ripping them apart, never once caring for them. i think that's very crucial because people do see anything destroyed or stripped away from its foundation a mess, or so. but there's always beauty in everything and i abide by that thought!

again, thank you so much ash for drawing this and bringing my story to life! you, alongside many other users who send in their fanarts, are always such an inspiration for me to write! you guys are the backbone of my series and i stand by my sentence!!! may you get plenty of commissions and plenty of money to support you <333

also, the FLOWER BOTTLE AND THE CAT PAW REFERENCE! i love how everyone accepts that we have a canon cat now based solely off of this. i think that's precious, and having a feline pet is a great little choice for my own plot (just to lessen the pain of the angst).

i hope you enjoyed this little mess rant!

(as for the songs, don't worry, the lyrics become more prevalent for chapter five! chapter four doesn't have any explicit lyrics contained in them, only implications.)

[ddejavvu]

getting in early for mvm otherwise I’ll forget again 😂

could you do something where eddie munson is dating a clumsy reader, and he’s forever finding new bruises on her and kissing them better?

mvm is on a temporary hiatus because of my schoolwork but also this isn't an au so you don't have to worry about mvm !!

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Eddie isn't used to undressing you with this level of chastity, but you're sleepy and drunk so it's business, not pleasure. He slips your top off of your torso, using its stretchy straps to slip it out from under your bum rather than trying to wrestle it over your head. It's currently weighing down his pillow, and he doesn't want to lift it and disturb the haze you've fallen into. He takes your shorts off with the top and scavenges through his dresser to find your favorite pair of his old gym shorts, the ones with the stretchy elastic that make them a perfect fit on you regardless of the size.

He retrieves a shirt for you as well, turning to take your left foot into his hand. He prompts you, 'Leg up, babe.' but notices a dark-colored splotch against the side of your knee that he hadn't seen in the low light that you'd been hanging out in before now.

"What's that?" He pokes at it, gently of course, but just enough so that you feel it. You whine at the feeling, letting him lift your leg off of the bed to threat it through the hole in his shorts.

"Bruise." You offer helpfully, and he snickers.

"I know that, I'm asking where you got it from."

"I dunno," You shrug, liquor lacing your words, "Pro'lly from bumping into the counter yesterday."

"You've gotta be more careful," He chides, bending down to kiss the marks softly, but he doesn't mean his scolding, he just doesn't know what else to say. You are careful, but you're clumsy by nature, and no amount of care can reverse that. If you try hard not to bump into something you'll trip over a different obstacle, but he feels restless not wishing you could be free of your constant bumps and bruises.

A strand of his hair tickles the bare expanse of your thigh and it raises a giggle from you, one that you jerk with and expose another bruise just above the small of your back.

"Babe!" Eddie gawps, wrestling your other leg into the shorts and hiking them up under your butt, "There's one on your back, too. Does it hurt?"

"No," You hum, slumping forwards in his arms when he pulls you upright to slide his shirt over your head. Your face rests against his tummy and he rubs a hand down your bare back as the shirt falls over it, chasing his touch and shrouding you in fabric that smells exactly like him.

"Lay down," He whispers, gently nudging you back onto the pillows. You fall easily and his hand behind your back stops you from hitting your head too hard against the pillow, your limbs loose and languid after liquor.

"G'night, clumsy," Eddie murmurs as he leans in to kiss a barely-there, faded bruise against your temple. You'd gotten that one from getting out of his car; you'd smacked your face right against the headrest. You blink sleepily at him but don't offer up any response, only the serenity so clearly written on your face as you sink into his mattress. "Try not to fall off the bed," He grins at you, nudging his nose against your cheek as your eyes drift shut, "You're not allowed to get any more bruises tonight."

[accio-victuuri]

4/29 candies to enjoy ^^ 🍭🍬🍩

this was a busy day for us cpfs. so i’m gonna compile some bits that made our cpn-senses go off! 😂

the most obvious, and my fave, because of how it follows the pattern is them not overlapping their releases. i thought gg was gonna release the gucci stuff at his usual 10:05 or 10:10 but he didn’t. that’s because wyb had jeanswest release on 10:30. i love how that was given it’s time till 13:00 when gg posted the ad. i’m clowning cause 13 is yizhan! and then 13:20 will be the weibo live for FPU, which was kinda delayed too when it went on. some more materials for GUCCI was released throughout the day but moreso on international platforms.

it’s hilarious cause i saw a hot take from an xz anti before who said he is “afraid” of doing stuff alongside wyb. that is their perception. lol. but i think even if you don’t believe in the whole cp thing, maybe it’s professional courtesy? maybe these two are friends and have this unspoken rule? 🤷🏻‍♀️

tho i was very happy to see them both pop up on my weibo opening screen! and to experience them having these international campaigns, for wyb, lacoste recently— makes me proud. 😌

a funny cpn from today is this parallel. in a segment at FPU, there was a moment where a fan said jiayou and wyb said cheering is not always necessary. It reminded us of that time xz was told to jiayou when he was about to go to the restroom and he’s like???? why do i have to jiayou???

oh these two. 😂😂😂

yibo is the resident gremlin who always has a smart ass reply or some savage comeback for you but xz usually doesn’t. but we know what he has that in him too and i wish we could see more of that!

bonus cuteness before we proceed, this edit of them looking like they are doing the choreo for jisoo’s flower 🌸 and they are BP fanboys so it fits!

now some double standards. in the movie channel interview, they were asked where they first met, and wyb couldn’t remember. compare this to how he was with xz! he was always very proactive that they met in ttxs!!!!

there was also a part where they were asked to give an example of what they wanna learn from each other. and if they communicated to learn. so HJY said street dance and WYB said jiu jitsu but they both weren’t able to learn from each other. in the meantime, wyb taught xz a dance routine 😂😂😂 among other things. i’m sure yibo will be more than happy to help someone out, but i think you have to be at a certain level of closeness to him. or he is really comfortable with you.

this last section is for the beaded bracelet. i think it’s time to discuss it again because this is the 3rd time he is seen with it. so this looks like something personal for him. tho i have to say, you have the coco crush which is both personal and part of him promoting chanel too. i’m invested in this cpn and at the same time frustrated because of the questions.

( p1: him wearing it for the fpu bazaar magazine shoot // p2: worn during the movie channel interview // p3: what so/os are saying is the bracelet not that it matters cause i can clown this too )

1. i hate how no wardrobe accounts have confirmed what it is. and i kinda understand cause we never see it fully, plus there is cpn attached to it so they are extra careful. which is also another source of my frustration. why does he wear it when he has long sleeves on??? he was wearing a shirt earlier and his arms were bare! but wait.. he changed his clothes and as soon as he had something to sort of cover it, the bracelet was on. 💀💀💀💀

it’s like he is purposely clowning us!

2. if this was a jewelry to show off and promote Chanel, why can’t we see it well? and i want to see the change in the beads’ color to confirm if it is what the solos say it is.

i’m also side eyeing international solos who are proudly commenting how wyb’s bracelet is luxury and not some cheap buddha beads like xz’s. what? it’s such an insult to a culture that is important to yibo. those bead bracelets made in specific temples for protection is part of his culture. he knows it’s importance and respects it. but what can i expect from solos really? lol. the bar is already very low when it comes to them but they still manage to disappoint me. 🪦

3. and if it is Chanel, i can still clown by thinking GG bought it for him so they can match. 😂😂😂 atleast with the aesthetic.

bonus: the bone necklace!!!!!

another bonus, i saw this photo of like a celebration i guess for queen of tears. and the cake! the way the actors are cutting it! lol. reminds of xz and wyb! 😂

banner edit source 圣衣雪琳

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[simpforrooster]

like I loved you. 

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader

Summary: loosely based on Brett Young’s Like I Loved You. Wasn’t sure where to take this tbh.

Jake wishes desperately he could find the paper you wrote all this down on. He could tell from the moment you opened your mouth, this had been practiced. Your words are robotic, not sweet and melodic like usual.

“We can still be friends,” you deliver the blow he’d been waiting for. Jake shakes his head as if that will make the words go back into your mouth. 

“I hope you move on. Find someone new, it will be okay,” you say. He still can’t believe these words are coming out of your mouth. 

Did those two years mean nothing? 

“Pretty soon, you’ll stop calling me when you’re out and drunk,” you tell him with a shrug. You were always the first one he called once those drinks hit him. He loved to drunkenly confess everything he loved about you. The giggle you would feed him on the other side of the phone was enough to keep him going until he got home to you. 

“You said I was your one and only,” he murmurs. “That you’d never leave me.”

Jake watches the flicker of emotion pass through your face, then just as quick, the stoicism is back. 

“Don’t worry. We can still hang out on the weekends, at the Hard Deck.” Jake feels like he was punched in the gut. How in the world are you even suggesting this?

“Baby, if you really believe everything you are saying, you never loved me like I loved you.” Jake adopts your no nonsense delivery. Two can play at this game. 

“We can still be friends,” you say again.

Jake pushes himself from his chair. “No. I don’t want to be friends.”

You remain seated in your chair, making minimum eye contact with Jake. He knows you can’t resist his eyes, you’ve told him so multiple times throughout the relationship. One look and you’ll be gone.

Jake kneels down before you, his hands coming to rest on the top of your thighs. He doesn’t miss the way your cheeks flush a beautiful pink, just like they always do when he touches you. 

“I don’t want to be friends,” he whispers, letting the facade fall. “Baby, I love you.” 

“Jake, I can’t,” your voice breaks, and you finally sound like yourself again. Jake pulls you into his arms in an instant. Your hot tears burn through his shirt and his heart breaks.

“Talk to me,” he whispers into your ear. He can’t stand to see you upset, even if you were breaking his heart moments ago. 

Your body curls into his and Jake relishes in the feeling. The two of you have always fit perfectly together. 

“I thought I was setting you free,” you tell him between sobs. 

Jake pushes you back to take you in. “What are you talking about?”

Tears line your pretty E/C eyes. Your hand comes to rest on his cheek and Jake leans into the touch. 

“I thought by breaking up with you, I would be one less worry on your deployments. I don’t want to hold you back, Jakey,” you confess to him. 

“Oh, baby,” he pulls you back to him. Of course your sweet heart cares more about his feelings than your own. “I am gone for you. Nothing you can do will change that.” He leans down and places a kiss on your temple. 

“How convincing was I?” your voice rumbles against his chest. 

Jake lets out a chuckle. “I could tell you rehearsed everything.” He knows you're rolling your eyes. “Talk to me next time, baby. Don’t put me through that heartache again.” 

“I knew I was convincing!” You pull back from him, your eyes sparkling, bringing a grin to Jake’s face. “Of course, I love you.”

a/n: back from my unannounced unplanned hiatus 😂 tbh I haven’t felt too inspired lately.

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[missmaywemeetagain]

Something Blue, A Pink Scarf Universe Story

A/N: Ohhh, so y'all forced this out of me, what with all the talk about the "Blue Scarf" and expanding the "Scarf Universe" thrown at me this week! 😂 (I hear you, I hear you!) Be careful what you wish for, lil' darlin's!! Honestly, though, I've known since I ended Pink Scarf that this was something that was going to happen in this particular way to our dear Reader and E, I just never knew if it was going to see the light of day. And with this week's prompt, all the inspiration and stars seemed to align at once on Sunday, so this came out rather quick and may be rough, and it's possible I might go back and tweak it later, but I'm happy with it for now. I hope this satiates you for the moment. I hope it gives you all the feels. And, yes, perhaps I may expand this little Blue Scarf into a series and include a spicy story or two later, if you all are good lil' babies for me. 😏 💙🧣💙 Let me know in the comments and reblogs...😉

Thanks always to my sister wives @thatbanditqueen @whositmcwhatsit @ellie-24 @from-memphis-with-love @be-my-ally and @vintageshanny for allowing me to skirt by late with this week's prompt. 😇

Prompt: “How are we going to solve this problem?”

Rating: PG (ish?) || Word Count: 2.7k

TW: Fluff, angst (always), infidelity (sort of??), no smut (so sorry loves)

Something Blue, A Pink Scarf Universe Story

August 1971

It’s fitting, you think, that today of all days, you’re wearing his blue silk scarf in your hair. Elvis hasn’t worn it much since that fateful summer a couple of years ago—and only for a few more shows and a couple nights out—so you had absconded with it and made it your own, as you’d managed to do with many of his things. You loved how it smelled of him, the silk doused in his musk and cologne, and how it reminded you of the not-wearing-a-shirt-under-a-jacket/jumpsuit phase he gone through that summer and fall of ‘69. Lord, you’d loved that phase. It had been so easy to lay him bare before you.

Heat floods your cheeks at the thought of what this particular scarf has seen between the two of you, and then at the fact that this might be the worst possible time for a thought like that to pop into your head. You know it’s the shock of the bomb that just dropped on your lives that has your brain short circuiting a little. Because neither of you ever expected this.

You nervously twist the platinum and diamonds on your ring finger, the ones which pledged his love for you in front of your family, friends, and the world. Thoughts fill your mind of your lovely, small wedding, how this scarf had been there for that important moment, too, tied around your waist, cinching your white dress—being both your “something borrowed” and your “something blue.” Elvis loved that you’d included it, this piece of him, as part of your gown.

He also loved untying it at the end of the night and letting it flutter to your feet with the rest of your dress.

It’s counterpart, the pink scarf, had been tucked into the pocket of his suit jacket, a little secret for you both. You’d enjoyed it, as well, later that night.

“Y/n, did y-you hear me? I-I-I-It’s me,” Elvis says, snapping you out of your memories, his hand lingering on the phone he’d just placed back on its cradle. “How are w-w-we going to solve this problem?”

The wavering fear in his voice is palpable and in any other circumstance it might scare you, but a strange sense of calm falls over you. Somehow the domino effect of both of your actions two years ago have led you to this very moment. Tragic as it is, it seems meant to be.

Just like you and Elvis.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you breathe deeply. Yes, there is a part of you that is still jealous and angry about what brought you here. But you knew, even back then, that it was possible he’d been with others in your month-long absence, that his fear of losing you plus old habits could have driven him into the arms of another. It wasn’t a new revelation, just one neither of you had wanted to talk about after all was said and done. And it hadn’t been an issue since, so you figured bringing it up would be more trouble than it was worth.

Pushing that hurt aside, a much bigger feeling swells within you—one you’ve been hesitant to name for fear that it would not come to fruition. But now everything has changed.

“It’s not a problem,” you state, your voice surprisingly steady.

“W-w-what?” Elvis questions, those oceanic eyes of his widening in disbelief.

“It’s a gift, Elvis. From the most unlikely and sad circumstances, yes, but a gift all the same. Isn’t it?” You’re not quite sure if you are trying to convince him or if you are just stating the obvious, but those feelings continue to rise in you and have for days. And they overshadow the fading fissure of anger and the burgeoning fear that you refuse to let consume you.

Hope. Joy.

“A gift?” he repeats, letting the words roll on his tongue, letting them sink in. He blinks slowly, gaze shifting off into the distance for a moment. Then, he looks down at the paperwork on the table. At the picture. “Oh. Oh.”

A shuddering breath shakes his shoulders, his ring clad fingers clawing at his knees. It’s when the tears pool in his eyes, finally betraying his sensitive vulnerability after so many days of keeping it in, that you slide out of your chair and rush to his side.

He immediately buries his head into your belly, his arms circling around your waist, clinging to you. A sob wrenches out of him, one so deep that it brings tears to your eyes.

“I-I-I’m so s-sorry. I-I didn’t think...I-I-I din’t know,” he hiccups. You’re not sure if he’s apologizing to you or her or him. Maybe his apology is for all of you.

“Shhh, hush, it’s okay,” you coo, tears trickling absently down your cheeks. You run your fingers through his soft hair before pulling back, cupping his cheeks so he is forced to look at you.

He is so wide-eyed and young-looking staring up at you, his eyes now matching the scarf in your hair with their electric blue, a dramatic contrast against the redness caused by his tears.

“It’s not a problem, honey, it’s a gift. He is a gift,” you say, wiping the tears that linger on his prominent cheekbones. “We can do this. I want to do this. If you do.”

Elvis blinks up at you, surprised. “Really?”

“Yes. If he’s a part of you, he’s a part of me, too. And—and,” you choke up, swallowing your past sorrows, “you know it’s something I’ve always wanted. Something I never thought we could have. This is…a chance to make something wonderful out of something tragic.”

You’re aware the reality is likely going to be much more complicated than either of you can fathom in this moment. There is a part of you that is utterly terrified it won’t live up to the miracle you want it to be and that you won’t be worthy of the task. But that is not what Elvis needs to hear, not right now. Your insecurities can wait.

Elvis looks down at the picture resting on the table of the young woman and her baby. Your gaze follows. The first time you saw it, you knew, based solely on the fact that the woman looked so much like a younger version of you, that something had happened between them in those weeks you’d escaped from Vegas to California, when you left him, trying to figure out if you could forgive him. When you were trying to recover from your life turning upside down.

Her likeness plus the look of horrified guilt on his face upon seeing the picture told you all you needed to know about that. His begging and pleading for forgiveness at your feet solidified it.

But it had been the way Vernon had blanched white as a sheet when seeing the baby that you understood the true consequence of Elvis’ dalliance.

It was a punch in the gut, at first. Of course, it was. But logically you knew that he’d been hurting in those weeks without you, unsure if you’d ever come back to him. It wasn’t altogether surprising that he’d sought out comfort from a girl who looked so much like you.

You wanted to be furious at the fact she had gotten pregnant by him so easily, but you knew that was a futile road to go down, especially after what happened to her.

According to the letter she’d given to her lawyer, who had sent it on to Elvis, the cancer within her spread like wildfire. It was too late to save her by the time her pain had sent her to the doctor. She—Theresa—had never planned to ask Elvis for a thing, she reiterated. Theresa had been content to raise her son by herself. But she had no family to take him in when she was gone, and she could not bear to think of her son alone and unloved.

“You don’t have to take him, Elvis, truly. But I beg you, please, please make sure he is placed with a nice family, that he is loved and taken care of. I cannot leave him all alone.”

His lawyers weren’t convinced, however, and didn’t want him to even entertain the thought. It could open you up for all sorts of future problems, Elvis.

But that didn’t stop him from finding out for himself because, as all of them knew, nobody tells Elvis Presley what he can and can’t do. He tracked her down, in Denver of all places, and took you and Vernon with him to the hospital to see Theresa. You didn’t know how you would feel seeing this girl Elvis had been with in a moment of weakness. Would you want to slap her face? Would you want to cry and scream? Would you want to tear her apart?

Instead, it had shocked you into silence, seeing someone that resembled you so closely withering away from disease, as if it were some sort of eerie harbinger. It made your skin prickle. But then compassion filled you, more so than you ever expected. The poor woman was on death’s door, but you’ll never forget the relief in her eyes when you all walked through the door. That look was something that couldn’t be faked. Nor was the toddler playing with the nurse in the corner, the little boy who Vernon looked at like he’d seen a ghost.

The boy was the spitting image of his father.

But that didn’t stop Theresa from encouraging a paternity test. She was well aware of what a mess this could be for Elvis, and she didn’t want there to be a shadow of a doubt for anyone involved. She wanted him to be sure.

“I don’t want to ruin your life,” she’d croaked, her emaciated frame limp and barely able to produce the tears she was trying to hold back. “I never want him to be a burden.”

The tiny blonde child chose that pivotal moment to break away from the nurse, waddling over and grabbing Elvis’ flared pant leg with chubby little fists, commanding Elvis’ attention downward. His chin tucked, gaze following the movement at his feet, and you watched him wrestle with what to do, what the protocol in this sort of situation was. It was intense, this first moment between them, and the boy’s all-too-familiar crooked smile and slow blinking blue eyes made your heart clench.

You watched Elvis come to an unspoken decision, and he lifted the boy easily and almost too naturally tucked the boy into his hip. The room collectively held its breath, watching the scene unfold. You’d never seen a child snuggle up to an unfamiliar person like that before, the way he buried his head into Elvis’ shoulder as if drawn in, inexplicably trusting. Granted, Elvis had that preternatural way about him, his essence bringing people to him constantly. But this was different.

Heart fluttering into a gallop, you watched Elvis take this moment in before nodding solemnly, sucking in his lip. With the child tucked into his side, it was obvious to you that he was holding back his pressing emotions to stay in control. Nevertheless, he was unwavering when he told Theresa, “Even if he’s not mine, I’ll make sure he finds a good home. I promise you that.”

She’d closed her eyes then, and when they opened, you saw a gratefulness and relief so strong it nearly bowed you over.

Elvis had done the blood test right then at the hospital. Everyone was quiet on the plane ride home. Elvis, pensive and withdrawn, clutched at your hand so tightly it tingled from the loss of circulation. And when the call came the next day that Theresa was gone, your heart broke for her. Sheer willpower had kept her alive long enough to make sure her son would be safe. A mother’s love.

You’d wept for her. You’d wept for you and for Elvis. You’d wept for that little boy.

Nicholas. Nicholas Aaron.

You didn’t tell Elvis that the moment you saw the 16-month-old toddle towards you that you knew. That you loved him instantly, like something magical locked into place. It was too early, too soon. But you knew.

Elvis hadn’t wanted to talk about it much as you all waited for the results. He was antsy and on edge, everyone giving him a wide berth. His guilt was trying its best to distance him from you, that deep seeded, insecure vulnerability in him trying to simultaneously push you away while needing you close. It was evident in the way he clung to you in his sleep. But you did everything in your power to let him know you didn’t hate him for the indiscretion, that you still loved him unconditionally, no matter the paternity outcome.

Of course, your mind whirled in overdrive, circling the drain around your surprising emotions about Nicholas. You found yourself worrying your nails down to the quick about whether he was safe and who was caring for him since his mother died. Your heart felt like it was tearing in two whenever you thought about it. You knew you shouldn’t get too attached, but you couldn’t help it. It was primal and biological, this response.

So when the phone rang this morning and Jerry had so seriously handed it to Elvis, you knew what it was, your breath catching in your throat. This was the moment that would change everything. And you hoped it was for the better as you sat across from him, wringing your hands in your lap. Silence filled the room as Elvis listened to the voice on the other end, his face going Hollywood blank, giving you nothing to hold on to. Your heart threatened to explode right out of your chest and onto the table.

He thanked the voice on the other end and hung up the phone.

“E, what did they—” you started.

“I’m his father,” Elvis finally whispered in shock.

And now you are here, holding him to you, being his rock while in your own state of disbelief and wonder. A thousand emotions roll through you all at once: Hope. Joy. Sorrow for Theresa. Guilt for being happy in the face of Nicholas’ tragedy.

“Do you want this, to take him in, Elvis?” you ask, prompting him to look up at you once more. You pray you know the answer.

“Of course, I do. I’m his father. He’s my son,” he says, as if the unfamiliar words have finally landed and he believes them. Then his signature 1,000-megawatt crooked smile spreads across his face. “I have a son! We have a son!” he adds, proudly.  

Elvis jumps up, grabbing you by the waist, spinning you around until the room tilts on its axis. You laugh breathlessly, arms locked around his neck, wondering how in the world you’ve managed to get here after all this time, in the most unlikely of ways.

A son.

When he sets you down, he looks at you, grinning from ear to ear with an unbridled passion like you’ve never seen from him before. It’s not sexual, and it’s different from the passion he has for his music. It’s the love of a new father, you realize, something you never thought you’d get to see. It makes your heart swell uncontrollably.

“Are you absolutely positive this is what you want, lil’ mama?” His questioning eyes search yours as he cups your face, his fingers catching in the blue scarf in your hair. The pet name suddenly takes on a whole new meaning, releasing butterflies in your stomach.

Excitement has your heart racing and your breath short, but you beam, winking, “Oh, I’m one thousand percent positive, Daddy.”

Elvis kisses you deeply, as though he’s merging with you, engulfing you. It takes your breath away completely.

“We have a son,” he whispers, smiling against your mouth. “Let’s go get our son.” There’s something in the way he includes you in this, a pointed clarity that you are not an outsider because you aren’t Nicholas’ biological mother. No, he’s telling you in no uncertain terms—this is your boy as much as he is mine.

And after so many years thinking it could never be, it finally, truly hits you, without a doubt:

I’m going to be a mother.

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[beautifulfuckup99]

BTS PREFERENCE #1: YOU HELP HIM WHEN HE’S INSECURE

Warning(s): Slight Angst, and Hurt/Comfort

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy!

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Jin:

He sighs deeply as he stands in the bathroom, hands running through his hair as he scrunches his nose a bit. He’d felt old ever since Jungkook jokingly pointed out a white hair he’d seen on him during a photoshoot. He was old. According to some ARMY, he LOOKED old too.

Some people were beginning to refer to him as ‘Oppa-Jin’ and it was starting to really get to him.

You tap gently on the bathroom door. “Baby? You in there? Come on, lunch is ready...” You say.

He stays silent and you knock again. “Babe? Hey, I know you’re in there...” You tease.

He sighs and slowly opens the door. “There you are. What are you doing? Hiding from me on your day off. Shame on you.” You tease as he leans against the bathroom doorway.

“Babe, I... I have a question...” He says softly. You nod and watch him. “Would you... be able to help me dye my hair?” He asks.

“Dye your hair? Yea, I’d love to.” You say casually and he nods fast.

“Great! Let’s go buy some dye, right now.” He says as he grabs your arm to pull you towards the apartment door with him.

“Whoa, wait.” You say fast and stop him. “Why the sudden need for change?” You ask with a soft chuckle as you rub his chest comfortingly. He sighs.

“I’ve got..." He pauses as if it's embarrassing. "A white hair.” He speaks finally.

You hold in your laughter as you watch him. “And... that’s a bad thing?” You tease.

“Y/N..” He sighs as he shakes his head. “You don’t understand.” He tries.

“I don’t understand that the guy I wanna grow old with is growing older and doesn’t want to?” You raise an eyebrow and Jin looks down. You wrap your arms around his waist.

“Babe. You’re still the same charming and sexy and smart and fit man I fell for. A little white hair isn’t changing any of that. You’re growing older. That’s awesome. So am I.” You say. “Besides,” you say and run your fingers through his hair. “You’d make a great silver Fox.” You tease.

He chuckles. “You better be saying that when you have to take out my dentures.” He jokes and you laugh and nod fast.

“Deal.” You smile wide before pecking his lips.

Suga:

‘He honestly looks miserable being with her! Lol’

'OMG, the way he lets her hold his hand with no reaction. I’m 💀’

‘Obvious publicity stunt is OBVIOUS!😂’

Yoongi silently scrolls through the comments of different TikTok edits that showed you and him as boyfriend and girlfriend out in public, and how he reacted to talking about you in his interviews.

He frowns the longer he reads...

He wished he could be more outward with how he felt. Especially since he DOES love you. He just... had a hard time really saying it. But you knew he loved you, right? Or were you also tired of his painfully shy ways? He sighs and lays back on the couch. "Why can't I be... normal?" He whispers quietly to himself before rubbing his face tiredly.

You walk out from the bedroom at that moment and frown as you watch your boyfriend wallow in self-pity.

“Are you coming to bed, or... are you gonna keep me waiting?” You ask finally as you walk over, wanting to lift his mood. Yoongi looks up at you with a frown. It breaks your heart.

“You know I... love you. Right?” He asks softly. You hum and reach down to stroke his hair back.

"I’d hope so. We’ve only been together for a whole year...” You joke.

“I’m serious, Y/N." He mutters and you sigh softly. "I don’t want you thinking because I don’t... show you affection that that means I don’t... love you. I do. I try. I... I just get in my own head-" You cut Yoongi off.

“Where is all this coming from?” You ask as you move on to his lap. He silently hands you the phone, so you see the edits of you being more affectionate to him than he is to you. You roll your eyes at that.

“Baby. I know you’re shy. I knew that the minute you sent Jimin over to say hi to me instead of you...” You tease. “I don’t pay attention to affection or PDA. Cause I know you love me, and you should know I love you. You and all your black cat energy.” You giggle as you tap his nose.

“Black cat energy?” He laughs a bit, scrunching his nose as he tries to act like that didn't make him feel a little better.

"See? You're doing it right now!" You laugh and peck his lips as he blushes a bit at the affection.

J-Hope:

“I think you’re done for the day.” You say happily as you bounce into the dance studio your husband was in. He was STILL practicing the routine even though everyone had left by now.

“Don’t tell me. Namjoon called you?” He rubs his sweaty face. The man looked exhausted, but his own stubborn pride of being the 'dance teacher' of BTS was egging him on to get these moves down.

“Yea. Said you were being stubborn. What else is new?” You joke a bit as you walk closer.

“I can’t leave till I get this down.” He tries as he gets back into position.

“It’s late. You missed dinner. Luckily, if you ask nicely, I can open the kitchen back up when we get home.” You say simply.

“No. Y/N, please. I have to work on this.” He says again, a bit more tense. You stay silent for a moment as you watch him.

“What’s gotten into you?” You ask finally and he sighs deeply.

“I... I just wanna... I wanna be..." He pauses as he looks down.

"Perfect?" You guess and he stays looking down. "Being away for so long... There's new artists now. And I'm happy that new artists are coming up, but-" You cut him off. "But what if ARMY leaves.” You say, understanding. Hobie says nothing.

“Well." You begin as you walk over to him. "You ARE perfect. The DEFINITION of perfection. Baby, you’re gonna drive yourself crazy always focusing on the future...” You state as you move to hold him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You’re an amazing dancer. And an amazing rapper. But you're more than that. You... Are ARMY's hope." You say before pecking his pouty lips as he rolls his eyes at you playfully.

"You were born to be a performer. And you’ll get this move down. But not without eating and resting...” You say.

He sighs softly and looks down. “Mm... Ok. Fine. Fine, fine, you’re right...” He nods fast and you smile, pleased with yourself.

"Aren't I always?" You tease before kissing him again.

Namjoon:

“You’re all quiet since the interview this morning. Ready to tell me what’s wrong?” You ask as you twirl the noodles along your chopsticks.

“Nothing. Tired.” He says softly and you raise an eyebrow.

“Then look at me." You say and Namjoon pokes at his bowl of food, but makes no attempt to actually look at you.

"Joonie..." You say and he sighs, poking at his noodles some more as he bobs his head around to try and figure out the right words. “Jimin’s story.” He finally says.

“Jimin’s story? You mean him talking about how you broke my glasses a couple of days ago while we were all hanging out? That was funny!" You defend. "What’s the issue with it?” You ask in confusion. It was a simple incident that happened during a drunken game of twister. At a certain point, Namjoon stumbled back and, while trying to catch himself, he grabbed on to the table, not seeing your glasses there. He broke the temple of the glasses from slamming his hand down on it.

“It wasn’t the story. It... was what the interviewer said afterwards. ‘Always breaking things’, ‘Seems like no one’s safe from the curse’. Like I’m just some big doofus.” Namjoon says as he stays looking down, feeling embarrassed.

“You’re MY big doofus...” You try with a smile only to be met with a frown as your boyfriend finally looks up at you. You sigh. “Ok. Hey. Come here...” You say as you motion for your 5-foot 11 baby to get up.

He mumbles under his breath as he gets up and moves over to you. He sit in the chair right next to yours and you sit on his lap with a deep sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“It’s always an accident. But I always get seen as the giant of the group that ruins everything. No wonder people question why I’m the leader...” He mutters.

“That's easy. I know the answer to that. It's... because... you’re smart." You begin as you rock with him swaying with you as well. "And warm. And you’re safe. It's because everyone can be panicking, and you’ll still keep a level head. So, you’re accident prone. Who cares. Look around you, ‘giant’." You tease. "You’re in a home we decorated together, sitting at a table we built together, eating dinner we cooked together just now. And nothing bad happened. It’s not a curse, and you’re not a doofus. Now stop talking crap about yourself. It’s a rule of mine to always defend who I love. Even from themselves. So... watch your mouth.” You smirk and watch as Namjoon slowly smiles a bit before nodding.

“Now. Dig in." You say happily and pull his bowl to him and the chopsticks as well.

"Yes, ma'am.” He says gently before grabbing his chopsticks. He goes to break them apart only to accidentally break them in half.

You cover your mouth to not laugh, and he groans, face palming.

“I love you...” You giggle and he looks up at you with a sheepish smile.

“I love you.” He sighs hopelessly as you get him a new pair of chopsticks.

Jimin:

“Baby? Are you... sleeping?” Jimin whispers as he watches you lay in bed.

“No. Thank your seed for that. Stomach is killing me...” You mutter as you turn to face your husband of two years, but pause when you see tears in his eyes. “Jimin? Baby? What’s wrong?” You whisper as you move to hold him.

“Do you... think I’m... manly enough?” He asks slowly.

“What? Where is that coming from?” You ask in confusion and shock. Jimin has always been strong in his gender identity, feeling both like a man while keeping some femininity to him. You respected this from him and loved him even more for never making you ‘play a part’ in this marriage. You both acted masculine and feminine in multiple ways and found a comfortable balance. Hence why you were now happily three months pregnant.

“It’s... it’s nothing. Maybe I’m just tired. Lots of recording.” He tries fast as he moves to close his eyes.

“Hey." You grab his face tenderly. "Tell me.” You say and he sniffles a bit.

“Us coming forward with the pregnancy. People are... cracking jokes on Twitter about how... they didn’t even know I… had something to get you pregnant with...” He mutters bitterly. You scoff at that and roll your eyes.

“Baby. Look at me..." You say and stroke his cheeks softly. "You are more of a man than any guy I’ve ever met. Wanna know why? Because you don’t need to prove it to anyone. Because you know who you are, and you know what you want. You’re so self-assured and that’s what you’ll reach our child too. And I can’t wait to see who they grow up to be, knowing they’ll have an amazing father like you.” You state.

Jimin blushes and moves to kiss you softly. “I love you...” He smiles as he wipes away a few of your tears. You smile and hug him close. “I love you...” You state.

Taehyung:

“It’s nice to know you’re not just a pretty face.” You mock the interviewer’s comment to your boyfriend who had just finished promoting his new solo project, a jazz album.

“Oh god! I'm PISSED! Who is that guy to-“ Taehyung cuts you off.

“Baby, breathe..." He chuckles. "I’m used to it. Really. It’s not a big deal. Don’t let that ruin the rest of our night.” He tries as you guys get into the back of the black SUV that would be taking you guys back to your hotel room.

“No, Tae. It does bother me. And it should bother you too. You’re so fucking talented, and all anyone likes to point out is your looks?! Hell no. That’s where I draw the line. You deserve more respect. I think after all this time of you working nonstop, you’ve earned it.” You say before realizing you're ranting. You sigh and gently grab his hand.

“You’re more than what they want you to be...” You state and he looks down, the laid back, 'I don't care' image finally falling. He nods slowly, shoulders slumping.

“Thank you, baby. For getting all... fired up for me.” He chuckles a bit and you kiss his cheek.

“That’s what I’m here for.” You shrug playfully.

Jungkook:

“Hey, baby. How was the live?” You ask as you look up from your magazine.

Jungkook sighs deeply as he tiredly walks over to you and lays on the bed.

“Sad. Really sad. I had to tell the fans something.” He mutters, and you pause, setting down your reading for the night and patting your lap. He lays his head in your lap, and you play with his hair.

“What was it now?” You ask tiredly. Jungkook was always so mindful of ARMY, but it was hard on him too. He wanted to please everyone...

“They think I’m depressed! Or... an alcoholic? I don’t know. I told them it’s one thing to worry about me, but to just throw out those accusations out there like that, it hurts!” He says and you nod, letting him just vent. “Namjoon was right. ARMY’s changed...” He mutters.

“Mm... I don’t think so. ARMY... those fans who really love you... they’ve gotten older, yeah. But they haven’t changed. It’s the other fans. The ones who are so used to toxicity that they can’t help but drag it along with them wherever they go. But that’s not ‘ARMY’. ARMY, real ARMY? They love you guys. Just the way you are. You're doing the best you can. You've gotta stop putting so much pressure on yourself.” You state as you comfort him as best you can. He smiles sadly and sighs deeply.

“Thank you, baby. You always know how to get me relaxed.” He nods before pecking his lips up to you. You giggle and lean down, kissing him tenderly.

[olympeline]

A few more headcanons for my National Animals AU. This time let’s talk about some mainland European nation-people to go with my British Isles bros post:

Germany: dog

Germany’s national animal is a black eagle - kinda, it’s the one on their coat of arms - but ehhh, any kind of bird doesn’t fit Ludwig in my mind. A dog does, though. I can definitely see him as some kind of giant, scary looking canine like a German shepherd or a rottweiler. One that appears intimidating but is soft on the inside. These dogs were bred to be hard workers too, just like Ludwig is. As for what he was in his days as Holy Rome…IDK. Their symbol was, again, a black eagle. Maybe Holy Rome was a black eagle chick who never got to fly. What do you guys think? And yeah, I know “Germany is Holy Rome” is very canonically dubious at this point, but I don’t care. I still like it

Italy (North and South): Italian wolves

They get it from their grandpa! It’s Romulus and Remus all over again. Feli and Lovi were a pair of fluffy little wolf pups for a very long time. Grandpa Rome himself started as a wolf, but I’m on the fence if he stayed that way until he died. Or if he became an eagle - the standard of Rome - as the Empire expanded. Wolves were very feared in Europe and that fits with everyone being scared of the descendants of the infamous Roma…until they meet Feli and Lovi and realise they are a pair of Moon Moons. 😂

France: ??? → lion → horse

I’ve already talked about why Francis would be a lion that became a horse, so let’s focus on what he would have been before. When he was a babby nation pre-French unification. I’m thinking either a fox cub or a young hare. To match with Arthur’s rabbit because I love these two always being connected in some way, hehe. Red fox pups are bluish grey before they mature and blue is Francis’s colour. He became a lion and cast off his fox form before it grew big enough that he would have had to wear a red coat. Yay, Anglo-French rivalry symbolism! Francis is also sleek, cunning, and pretty like a fox. But hares are sleek and pretty too. IDK, but I can imagine a rabbit looking at a hare and having the “god i wish that were me” meme reaction, you know? Hares just seem cooler in general. Arthur looked up to Francis and was jealous of him when they were kids, even if he would never admit it. 😆 The young nations being prey animals when they were conquered by Rome is good too. Yay, more symbolism! So hmm, not sure which is better. Do you guys prefer a fox or a hare for Francy-pants? Tell me in the replies if you like. Either way, he’s one of the nation-people who’s been through the most dramatic transformations over his lifetime.

Spain: ??? → black (fighting) bull

Ey! Toro! Toro! Not much needs to be said here. The toro bravo image is so married to Spanish culture, I can just leave it as is. I don’t know if Antonio would have been something else before, or if he was always a little calf that grew up. My knowledge of Spanish history is full of holes, sadly. I know there’s a lot with Carthage and Rome and the Punic Wars and that Spain was a Roman colony. Then various invasions, religious wars, the reconquista, all leading up to eventual unification. But it’s all too surface level to make headcanons for this AU. If any of you guys have ideas about how Antonio’s history might translate to pre-bull animal form(s) - or if you think he should have any at all - please tell me below! I’m really interested.

Russia: Eurasian brown bear

Another one where not much needs to be said. Russia is a huge, historically feared country with an incredibly tough climate. So Ivan would be a huge, feared animal that could survive the ice and snow of Northern Eurasia’s winters. Also, bears are solitary and blah, blah “friendless Ivan wants companions but they don’t want him” etc. You know the story. Bears were once so feared and hated in some parts of Europe that people refused to even say their name aloud in case it summoned one. They’re also tall af on their hind legs, eat a lot and get chubby, and love sweet things. Ivan was on easy mode for this post, lol.

(This AU is addictive. I think I need an intervention at this point ffff 🫣)

[coffeebanana]

Enemies au ft. Ladrien for the ask game 👀 (hehehehe)

@heartfulselkie @ladyofthenoodle @rosie-b

i see this is was a popular one (which is good because i'm actually dying to talk about it 😂). i haven't written much of this yet, but i DO have a complete 26-chapter outline (that i made during my writing "break"), and even though i'm trying not to get too deep into it yet because i have so many other projects, i also not-so-secretly want to be enabled. do with that what you will this fic would take place in an au that diverges from canon at some point early season 5 (post-elation at the latest but i haven't quite decided), and it's my rendition of sentiadrien being forced to help monarch. i want to play with how sentiorders might work and what loopholes might exist. but also the fact that adrien doesn't know he's a senti yet. he doesn't even understand WHY he keeps agreeing to help his father, and he hates himself for that and ladybug...is understandably not in a great place either. obviously she has more support than adrien, but she still feels the weight of the burden. she misses her kitty 😢. and even alya has some stuff going on in her life, so she can't be as available to marinette as she has been in the past

then ladybug and adrien run into each other after an akuma attack one day. and it's sort of an echo of strikeback, where she's at her lowest point, and even if adrien knows he should run away and leave her, he can't. not when she's hurting. and he starts to realize maybe he can still help her. maybe he's not useless.

and ladybug also starts to see adrien in a new light (because he's still allowed to go to lycee, he just...doesn't really talk to any of his friends anymore). she's been so distracted with her own stuff that she's pushed her feelings about him aside, but even if she can't overthrow monarch, even if chat noir is lost to her, maybe she can at least help someone she loves

so basically it's ladynoir enemies with ladrien helping each other pick up the pieces. where they both start at rock bottom but maybe they (with some help from their friends!) can start to help each other heal

i'll share the intro scene under the cut (since this is getting long) with the caveat that this is an early version i might still want to flesh out/rework/possibly rewrite completely

thanks for the ask(s)!! 💜

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It was barely October. It shouldn't be cold enough for the air to burn on the way down, for each breath to feel like ice crystallizing in Ladybug's lungs. But it did. 

It felt like she'd forgotten how to breathe.

Gigantitan toddled down the street, clapping his hands and using the occasional stopped car as stepping stones. Car roofs caved in as he advanced, bringing muffled screams from those who hadn't been lucky enough to flee  in time. And Ladybug could only stand there, backing away unsteadily as she failed to come up with a plan. 

Part of her wondered if she should just give up. It would be fitting, at this point, to be taken down by a toddler. If she barely had the strength to get out of bed every morning, she certainly didn't have the energy for impromptu babysitting—even if the fate of Paris hung in the balance.

Maybe it was someone else's turn to care.

The voice in the back of her head—the one insisting she didn't really want that—wasn't loud enough to spur her heavy limbs into action. Instead she found herself wondering what the end would be like. When Monarch won, when he made the wish, would she feel the force of being torn apart, cell by cell? 

Or maybe her end would come sooner. Gigantan was getting close now, and the silhouette of Monarch's mask flash across his face. But maybe he wouldn't be swayed by Monarch's words. Perhaps he'd keep smashing through the streets, and she'd be crushed like the cars he'd already left in his wake. Or maybe—

Someone slammed into her side, protective arms wrapping around her as they flew through the air, landing roughly and rolling until they slammed into the side of a building. Even with the suit, her hip was still throbbing from the impact when they stopped, her assailant hovering over her. She kept her eyes shut tight for a moment, breathing in his familiar scent and taking comfort from the arms bracketing her body—keeping her safe, the way they always used to.

The way they shouldn't. Not anymore.

Chat Noir's breath warmed her face as he pushed himself up, and Ladybug forced her eyes open to meet a pair of wide, worried eyes. Ones that sucked away any remaining breath she had left.

How dare he look at her like that? After everything?

"Ladybug, I..." He squeezed his eyes shut, his whole body stiffening momentarily. "I'm sorry."

A shiver travelled down her spine, zapping some life back into her. By the time she noticed his hand twitching in her periphery, she was already moving. Her fist connected with his cheek as claws grazed her earlobe.

Grunting, Chat rolled off of her. She sprang to her feet, hand moving to her yo-yo as she glanced back and forth between her two foes. Adrenaline coursing through her veins, she was starting to cobble together some semblance of a plan. But she needed more time, so she tossed her yo-yo around a nearby chimney and took off through the streets. 

When she was certain she'd gotten enough distance from the fight, she stopped on a rooftop, resting against a chimney as she caught her breath, remembering the shock of green eyes boring into hers.

It shouldn't be cold enough yet for her body to feel so numb.

...

[azurethevampire]

Would you write for victor Sullivan and Nathan Drake, maybe with the reader too who’s Nathan’s younger sister but also very close to sully. I thought for a prompt there could be a father daughter dance at school but obviously she has no one to go with but sully’s just like “obviously I’ll go with you’ instead because he’s like the father she (they) never had :,) (also I have not played the game only watched the movie but do with it what you will of course!)

Just as a heads up that I have no freaking idea how these types of dances work in reality 😂

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“I got an interesting email from your school today.” 

You and your brother had been working in silence for the past half an hour, Nathan making dinner preparations and you focused on your homework. Your brother’s words made you frown and lift your gaze up at him as your mind was quickly processing what he had said. What reason would your school possibly have for emailing your brother? You hadn’t skipped any classes or got into any other trouble as far as you knew. Something in Nathan’s tone told you the email couldn’t be about your grades either – which were just fine in your opinion. 

“Oh?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me there is this dance event coming up?” 

Your fingers, which had been playing with your pencil, halted. In fact your whole body froze for a moment, before you got a hold of yourself. 

Then you shrugged, and turned your attention back to your homework. You didn’t want to look at your brother. “Didn’t think of it as a big deal since I’m not going.” 

"What? What do you mean you're not going?" 

Shit. He wasn't about to drop this, was he? You all but slammed your school books closed. "If you don't know what those words together mean, maybe you shouldn't have dropped out of school." 

"Hey!" Nathan sputtered for a moment, giving you time to gather your books. You were about to leave the kitchen, planning to close yourself to the guest bedroom you and your brother shared at Sully's apartment. It'll be temporary, Nathan had said to both you and Sully a month ago when he had first suggested the idea to the older man. Honestly, you think the only reason Sully agreed was because you had become somewhat of a soft spot for him — which he will deny vehemently, if asked. At first Sully had said Nathan could stay where the fuck he wanted and you could stay with him as long as needed. You still weren't sure if he had been joking or not but you and your brother both had moved in with him a few days later.  

A hand around your arm stopped your escape plans. 

"But you love these kinds of things and the dancing", Nathan said, his tone indicating that he had switched to his puzzle solving state of mind. You wished he wouldn't do that. Sometimes – you could admit as much as that – it was useful your big brother could fit strange pieces together and form the truth from seemingly unrelated scatters of information. But when Nathan tried to solve you? His little sister who was on the threshold of adulthood and preferred some things out of her brother's let alone guardian's knowledge? Times like these made you wish Nathan could stop hunting the truth for once. "Why wouldn't you go?" 

Suddenly fed up with this conversation, you yanked your arm away from your brother. "Because it's a stupid father-daughter dance!" 

Nathan blinked. "So? I have gone to one of those with you before, I can come again." 

You stared at your brother. How could he be so dense?! 

"You're not my dad, Nate." 

Nathan flinched at that. "I'm not… I didn't–" 

"You're my big brother and I— I don't want to be that kid again who goes to a father-daughter dance with their brother." 

Nathan didn't say anything for a while, he just looked at you, studied your resolved expression. He lifted his hands up, palms towards you. "I get it. Your decision." 

Your shoulders slumped and you let out a relieved sigh as discreetly as possible. You had been afraid there would be more of a fight, because Nathan had this stupid idea that you shouldn't miss a single thing related to school life and memories you could make during your school years. You were glad you were wrong this time and Nathan gave up. 

"Do you wanna go?" 

"What?" You turned on your heels to face Sully —when had he come in? 

"Jeez, kid, don't make me repeat myself", he grumbled, perfectly aware you had heard his question the first time. 

"I– yeah. But I won't go with Nate so that's it." 

Sully's expression changed into something thoughtful. Then he shook his head, went to his liquor shelf he had in the living room, took a bottle and started pouring a glass. 

You glanced at your brother, eyebrows raised in question. Nathan shrugged but frowned and kept glancing at Sully while stirring the stew he was cooking. 

"I can't believe I'm doing this", Sully's quiet words snapped your attention back to the man. You didn't think he had intended those words to be heard by you.

"I will go with you." 

Your mind took a moment to process those words. Surely you had heard wrong. There was no way Sully of all people had said he would go with you to a school dance. 

"Oh stop looking at me like that before I changed my mind. You don't want to go with your brother, so how about an uncle?"

"Are you dead-serious?" 

Sully grimaced at your choice of words, him not liking the expression. "I am, but I'm starting to regret ever offering so in about ten seco—"

"Yes!" You hurried to say. "An uncle would be fine. Thank you, Sully." 

"Thank me after I have gotten through the night in one piece", the man told you and you laughed. In your chest, you felt warmth spreading. Even if Sully insisted on the uncle thing, for the first time since you could remember, you felt like you had a father in your life.

[ana-chronista]

Hope it's okay I sent two ships in :))

Jance

Baths or showers together? Do they like elaborate ones with bubbles and flower petals?

Who gets up the earliest? Who has the worst sleep schedule? Who is the sleepiest?

Who does fashion shows after a mall trip and who watches and compliments them?

JanJure

What clothes/accessories do they steal from each other?

How do they apologize after arguments?

What is something they can never agree on? How do they meet in the middle?

Sending more than one ship is always OK! ❤️ Jance

Baths or showers together? Do they like elaborate ones with bubbles and flower petals? I wish I could tell you they’d take romantic baths together, but let’s be realistic: they’re both extremely tall and nobody’s flat is equipped with a bath big enough for both of them. You’d end up with the other person’s ankle digging uncomfortably into your hip while your arm goes dead because it’s pinned against the side of the tub. Showers, however? Yeah, that would work, provided the shower stall is big enough. A good rainfall shower would be best to minimise how cold one of them would get if they start messing around and pushing each other out of the way of the water. Let’s just hope they have a sturdy anti-slip mat. Who gets up the earliest? Who has the worst sleep schedule? Who is the sleepiest? Nace’s definitely the early riser of the two, even if he’s not much of an early bird by general standards. Jan would qualify as having the worst sleep schedule and being the sleepiest because of it, but you just know he’s got his phone at the ready to get photographic evidence of the rare occasions that Nace falls asleep in front of the TV in the evenings! Who does fashion shows after a mall trip and who watches and compliments them? I think Jan is more likely to be showing off a new outfit, maybe even in the shop. You know the Amsterdam chapter of the Carpe Diem series, where they go to the thrift shops and Jan is trying stuff on and Nace’s like “eh, these are Jan’s colours”? This is what I’m basing it on. At the same time, I think Jan would be Nace’s biggest cheerleader at times when the roles are reversed! JanJure

What clothes/accessories do they steal from each other? With Jan being the taller one, it’s probably easier for Jure to steal things like t-shirts and jackets from Jan as they’re more likely to fit him. Having said that, I feel like Jan will have been eyeing up Jure’s ‘fuck off’ cat t-shirt and he’s just waiting for the right moment to strike 😂 Sunglasses and bracelets are pretty much interchangeable between the two of them to the point where they forget who owned what originally. How do they apologize after arguments? I think their arguments would be fairly quickly resolved as neither would be too big on conflict. A bit of time and space and they both agree pretty easily to put it behind them. Sometimes though they’d need to have a proper conversation to get to the bottom of an issue, and I think they’d both be able to do this, as even Jure has his serious moments. If you want it to work, you have to work for it, after all. What is something they can never agree on? How do they meet in the middle? Jure seems to be on the go 110% of the time, while Jan tends towards being more chilled, and that means they’d never quite see eye-to-eye on how much either way is too much. They’d have to be pretty big on compromise during the time they spend together and make the most of where their preferences overlap to do things they both like, like enjoying lazy mornings in bed or going out partying.

Thank you for sending these in, it was fun to go through! 😊

[ask-missparker]

I thought I had you figured out | OUAT AU Series 🌙

Summary: The curse has broken, yet both sides of the family are torn apart once again. One half in the enchanted forest and the other in FighterTown, what else can go wrong?

Pairing: Nikolai x Mia, Liane x Ethan, Jeremy x Cole

Platonic Pairing: Joshua & Bella

Timeline: Post--Don’t Give Up On Me fic & Present Day fics

Season: 2

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A/N: I got inspired by a concept, I always had for Mia in the MCU as she isn’t much of a sleeper anymore after she gets her own upgrade from normal human to mutant. And with the recent rewatch of clips and my own sleepless nights, it only seems fitting. One of theses days I gotta stop traumatizing my OCs I swear 😂 BUT NOT TODAY!

Note: You guys can keep going with the tale and see who they meet in the forest fic. Or what’s happening in The Town fic hehe

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~Flashback~

In the early morning air, the coldest temperature would bring the cozy atmosphere within small home. It was pouring outside, which made everything feel more colder than expected. It's been 2 weeks since the daring adventure and their wild saves.

It was good. In two weeks they were gonna be going to a ball, dancing and drinking the night away.

But the couple wasn't in peace, yet. They couldn't quite get a good deal of sleep.

She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her hands rested on the sink behind her as she let out a sigh. Her sleeping curse was gone but still, she held nightmares of being trapped in a blackened room filled with deep fire, no windows or doors, just a narrow hallway.

Side effects of the sleeping curse.

She was in her thoughts when a pair of arms wrapped behind her humming and kissed her shoulder. She smiled tiredly, leaning into his chest and kissed his cheeks.

Nicholas has known about Amelia's nightmares for a while now, cursing his brother and that stupid curse, as he tried to calm her worries. He had his own nightmares. Dark thoughts and fears in those nightmares, he didn't care to admit, yet he knew that she knew about them. As she would hush his worries, let him cuddle in her arms and just listen even if he didn’t reveal everything.

He breath her in natural scent and sighed, pressing kisses to her hair as he said, "I got an idea."

"I am not staying up again until midnight." She joked looking over her shoulder, pressing the dark bangs out of his face.

"No, I mean, it could work. My mother, she used to light a candle, telling me they catch the nightmares and let the person.."

"..sleep in peace. My mother used that trick with my father during the Ogre wars. Do you think it will work?"

"Let's hope..if not, we can always take a few shots and wish our troubles away."

"You're hilarious."

The two of them headed back to the cozy atmosphere of their bedroom, as Mia lit a candles for the both of them. She knew her fiancé tends to have nightmares of his own, despite him not voicing them, so she decided it was a fair gift.

It was silent agreement to do this for a couple of days at a time, in hope of making their nightmare turn into forgotten memories.

He rested his head on his pillow watching her lighting the candle next to the nightstand, then nuzzling in bed beside him. The warm of the covers and bright light of the tiny fire brought a gentleness in the air. A comforting feeling to whip away the fears.

Two candles to catch the nightmares, as they fell back to sleep...

~End of Flashback~

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..she shot up, awaken from the slumber after that nasty fall. Liane groaned rubbing her shoulder, looking over to find the teens, Nikolai and Jeremy surrounding her.

They weren't in the town hall anymore, but in The Enchanted Forest.

Jeremy was awake already, rubbing his neck from the hall trying to awaken his friends.

"Alright get up." Jeremy said, shaking them awake as the teens groaned and muttered 'let us sleep', "You two can sleep once we return home."

That caught Bella and Joshua's attention, waking up and looking around at the sight around them. Bella was silent drinking the world she just entered as Joshua said, "..uh, didn't Cole say that the forest was a wasteland? This doesn't look like one."

"Aye. Whatever we are, my husband lied about it, and we need to get out of here soon." Jeremy respond, helping them stand.

Liane puffed up her purple collar, following the four of them, keeping an eye on the kids. Nikolai asked if the others were okay, telling them that they needed to find shelter and a plan to get home quick. He also knew that their spouses are going to kill 'em! He led the path, pushing past a few bushes and trees in awe of the forest.

It was greener than he last remembered, yet some leaves were dry and rougher than others. It made the path look bleak. And foggy, despite the sunlight shining through the trees. Jeremy chuckled soaking in the bushing and semi-fresh land, meanwhile Liane touch the trees and snapped her fingers as it evoked magic from her palm.

Bella slump the book that was inside her backpack taken back by all the greens and dry oranges that filled her eyes. She read the book, or least the chapters that mattered to her, but she never expected to appear inside the words of the book itself. It was a wonder.

However she felt an off priming subject within their surroundings. Joshua felt it too, a hollow feeling he knew all too well, the forest felt alone and quiet.

Too quiet for their ears.

Joshua has spent his years alone, on the run and trying to adjust to figuring out who he was. He knew the hollow feeling, the quietness and hard times that follow behind it. All those sleepless nights, he was always told he was different and misunderstood. And when he thought he found some kind of peace, he was thrown into a world wind of situations such as this one.

He liked to think he doesn't need anyone, that he can figure out things on his own, because that's all he ever known.

But standing here in the woods, he feels less confident, unsure to admit it or not. He was only in this world for not even an hour before he was sent away in hopes to protect him from the curse.

"Up ahead! A pot of land." Jeremy shouted taking the young boy out of his thoughts.

"You sure it's safe?" Bella asked, following her uncle.

"Half of this land is dead, so it's the best thing at the moment."

"Doesn't sound promising."

"Hey, I'm trying here."

"Whatever you say."

Bella looped her arm around Joshua, telling him to pick up the pace as they followed the adults. Nikolai could tell his son wasn't in the best shape, it concerned him. Hell, he could tell his niece wasn't either. Like something was bother her, yet she refused to admit what it was. Liane was in a daze, rubbing her shoulders as her eyes fell on her daughter trying to ponder what was going on in her mind.

Nikolai bumped the blonde's shoulder and asked, "You alright?"

"Define alright.." She replied with a light smile.

"Well you woke up from a sleeping curse a while back and now we're stuck in the forest after a nasty fall from the hat."

"Yeah, right..the curse, not proud of it. Wh-when we fell and I was knocked out cold, I was dreaming..and now I'm awake."

"Uh, that's how sleeping works."

"Funny. I'm serious, I was dreaming but it was a weird one, like I was in a room and then..the corners were on fire. But not my fire.."

"Ooh. I see, it wasn't a dream..acted like a nightmare."

"Y-yeah! It turned into a nightmare, I was in this happy colorful room and then poof fire! Wa-wait, how did you..?"

"It's the side effects of the sleeping curse, it goes away with time. Mia had it..I once had it."

"Oh. Damn..when does it go away?"

"Depends on the person. It took Mia months, meanwhile it took me weeks."

Liane nodded silently remembering a certain redheaded princess she put under a sleeping curse and whines in embarrassment at the thought. Nikolai noticed the look on her face and sighed, knowing this must've been karma for the blonde.

Soon enough, they took shelter at the pot of land, which appeared to be an old campsite. They found swords laying around, pieces of clothes hanging on clothes line, bow and arrows and even a few dead bodies. Some were just their skeletons.

"Gross." Liane muttered stepping accidentally on a meatless hand, cracking a bone.

"Cool." Bella added with a smirk, earning a glare from her mother removing a scarf from the clothes line.

Joshua plucked a sword from the dead guy on the ground and grinned, "Sweet. You think he got money too on him?"

Liane gasped in disgust, "Ah no! Yuck, put that down. Both of you!"

"Not a chance." Bella said finding a satchel on the ground too.

Jeremy smirked holding back at his laugh at Liane's facial expressions while the kids collected items. Nikolai noticed there were no food nor water nearby, deciding him and Jeremy would go out to get some. Joshua perked up, wanting to go to but his father said otherwise.

"I'm not a kid, you know." Josh muttered standing up from the ground, lazily flipping the sword.

"You're 16 and somewhere you don't know. Think again." Nikolai responded before walking over.

"Hey! I can handle this, it's a walk."

"I know that but I need someone to watch the girls."

"Then have Jeremy do it."

"Not when Liane is dazed and Bella is barely talking. I need you to do this for me."

"Bella can handle herself. And so can-"

"Joshua Christopher Nolan, that's enough. You stay here."

That seemed to silence the young brunette, having never heard his full name before until now. He nodded then walked back to his post, sitting on one of the benches watching Liane rest and Bella examine the items she found. Joshua noticed Bella giving him a small squeeze on his shoulder, a little stunned herself.

With that men walked out of the campsite without saying a word. Jeremy had a lot on his mind but he knew he had to say something, even if it sounded humorous.

So, after a moment, the blonde spoke.

Jeremy looked over his shoulder as he followed his oldest friend saying, "That was harsh."

"He kept pushing." Nikolai replied with a sour look on his face, but his friend could tell something was deeper than that.

"And? Look, Nik, we're all stressed here but he wanted to help."

"He is helping. He's watching over the girls. I need him to watch over the girls while we get supplies."

"Why? More hands could be a lot more helpful."

"BECAUS—because, I need him safe. I know theses woods, anything can help and I can't return home knowing he let him get hurt."

"He—Joshua has lived without you for years, he won't..w-what is going on?"

"I lost him twice already, man..I won't let it happen again."

"The first time wasn't your fault."

"And the second time?"

"Nik.."

"Sorry. I don't want to fail as a father..like I failed as his friend."

Jeremy gave Nikolai a smile that said 'you won't'. His friend half smile at that, still feeling the weight over his shoulders but kept moving forward. Hell, Jeremy was trying to balance his feelings here, his niece and nephew were here, basically unskilled and his husband was back in their world probably freaking the heck out.

Better yet, drinking until he returned.

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With the two adults gone, leaving one dazed and half alert, Bella was secretly losing it. Her mother was in and out of sleep, tired and a little dizzy, and Bella blames herself. If she hadn't told her to go to the diner, she wouldn't have ended up in the hospital in a small coma, under a sleeping curse.

Liane was still in her daze having tried not to fall asleep once again, but failed to do so. She was napping instead meanwhile Bella and Joshua were on watch time. It wasn't so bad.

The two friends chatted a bit, letting the other know what was going on in their heads. Bella admired how stiff her friend was acting, as she fit just as out of place as he was. However she was more in awe of the wonders in the land.

It was way different than the books.

She lean against the tree and said, "It feels like a dream..."

"Seriously?" Joshua asked with humor in his tone, holding down his gun for safety reason.

"Well yeah. Let's face it, I would have liked it in a different circumstances but still..you don't seem that excited."

"I..I am. It's cool, but we're out of our wheelhouse here, Belle..what if we don't make it back in time."

"In time for what?"

"I don't know. Maybe something weird happens in the town and we're not there to see it."

"That's what our parents and uncles..and well, aunts are there for. We just need to keep a level head."

Joshua smiled at that, "Yeah, you're right, it would be nice to see the ponds and forest life here..or visit the lake our parents escaped in once."

"You read the book?" Bella replied jokingly around a bit, "I thought you said you don't read."

"Maybe I read a little..and the book was right about one thing."

"And what would that be?"

"Our parents being protective and..a little dramatic."

He pointed over to Liane half asleep with her face on the wooden table, snoring away flinching her nose a bit and humming a tune. She was sorta humming Taylor Swift in her sleep. That cause Bella to snort and quietly chuckle.

"Yeah you're right about that.." Bella responded but was cut off mid-breathe as the tip of a sword rested against her neck.

Her eyes darted to the fair blonde women with a floral headband, blonde locks, a ashy blue dress and a dark lavender coat to match.

Joshua's eye widen in shock as he raised his hand held gun and scoffed, "Lay down your the sword, now."

His eyes whipped around to notice anyone else came along, catching the eye on a figure rushing behind him over to the benches. The figure carried herself was grace and pondering eyes, dark red hair and a sliver lined skirt to add to her look. She held in her hand a dagger inching over to them.

"Not another step." Joshua declared, darting his gun between both the blonde and redhead.

The redhead scoffed, facing her dagger in front of the brunette as she held a smirk. But her eyes were fixed on Liane.

Bella glared trying to inch her neck away from the blonde who faced her, with a dumbfounded look plucking her sword a little closer.

Yup, they were in trouble.

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[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Happy STS!

Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels? (Share a snippet if you feel so inclined 👀)

One? 😂

Let's go with "Please don't leave me."

There is nothing more fun than to have one of them (almost!) dying in the other's arms.

It's a bit long, so I'll add a cut.

Thorns

The water ran over Caldyn’s leaves and dripped down onto his bark. His fading awareness made it seem like it was moving over him, dancing in tingling swirls—even seeping into him, coursing through his limbs where his sap should be flowing. “Please hold on. Please. Stay with me. ” He couldn’t understand her words, but their meaning was so desperate. The rain had washed away her scent, and he could no longer feel her touch, so the sound of her voice was all he could hold on to. Caldyn fought to stay conscious, even though he knew it would eventually be in vain.

Heal my Wounds

“The portal will be up in a second,” someone said. Valadan didn’t bother to find out who it was. The minute it took for the portal to light up was the longest in his life. He didn’t even know if Josephine was still alive. She had to be alive. His own arms were trembling too much to see if her chest rose, but her skin was warm. Weren’t her eyelids fluttering? She had to be alive. “Please don’t die. Please. Hang on.” His voice was shaking. His arms were shaking. He didn’t dare set her down, knowing that he’d never manage to pick her up again if he did. “Please. Please, Josephine.” Then the iridescent circle appeared in front of him, wavering and flickering, not framed like the permanent ones. He looked at Anka. The nyvi nodded. “Please don’t die,” he whispered as he stepped into the portal.

Glass Shards

“Damien?” she said after a while, her voice muffled. “Mhm?” “Promise me.” Her shaking hands grasped at his shirt as she held onto him almost desperately. “Promise me I’ll never lose you.”  Damien swallowed. If only it was that easy. If only he could be sure no one would ever recognize him, drag him away in chains. If only there was a way to avoid injury and illness for all time. But perhaps those possibilities didn’t matter, not right now. All that mattered was that he would do whatever it would take to stay at her side.  He lowered his head to press a kiss onto her hair. “I promise,” he whispered.

(There's a better one, but that's not fun without context, so.)

Till Death

When she pulled them back, her hands were covered in blood. The metallic scent hung so heavily in the air, she could taste it. No fresh blood seeped out from under the makeshift bandage, but she knew it wasn’t enough. It couldn’t be enough. He would still be bleeding internally, and there was nothing she could do to save him.  All she could do was keep him alive a bit longer, make him suffer a bit longer, because she couldn't let him go. Eilis wiped her hand on her bloodstained dress before she raised it to his cheek. She had no bell to warn him of her touch, and he seemed too far gone to be frightened by it. His eyes were half open, his gaze not focused on anything as tears ran down his face in silence.  For months, she had hoped nothing more than to see Finnian again, and now she wished she never had. What had he been thinking, charging at two men like that? For her. For her.

(The "please don't leave me" is implied, isn't it? I have another one that's an even better fit, but it's too much of a spoiler right now.)

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - convincing act

Could I please request an Evershed x Student!Vampire!Reader? Platonic of course, where he sort of mentors her in the ways of being a human teen? And she helps him understand her way of life? Maybe a bit of comedic fluff where she makes a mistake? But he also likes supporting her from the sidelines at her first human Rugby Match? "Remember, don't try to decapitate your teammates with your strength!" 😂 - @casserole-from-dads-asserole 💜

Grumbling to yourself, you sat in the office, arms crossover over your chest as you glared at the blond man sitting next to you.

“I do not see why I have to be here Marshall.”

“It was your fathers wish, he wanted you to be able to adjust to human life and life among them in peace.”

“Rather pointless if you ask me, but fine I suppose I will humour the idea momentarily.”

The office door opened and closed, and two men walked in, one was balding and the other only had specks of grey in his hair.

He seemed hesitant as he offered his hand out to you, and you looked at it in slight disgust before pushing it away and he chuckled nervously.

“Right Uhm, I’m Martin Evershed, the acting headmaster of Ackley bridge. This is Ken, head of the trust for this school.”

“Pleasure, thank you for seeing us. This is (Y/N), I’m her uncle Marshall.”

“Right, we’ve spoken to the trust, and although the trust thinks this is a.. bad idea… your donation was more than enough to sway them.” Ken explained.

Marshall nodded along and you mindlessly examined your nails, letting the sharp tips glint against the light making the two other men in the room shuffle about nervously.

Marshall placed a hand over yours and pushed your hand back to your side making you roll your eyes.

“As you can see she has no standards when it comes to humans etiquettes or behaviour. I believe it would be beneficial for all involved if someone were to teach her how to act and behave like a normal person.”

“I’m sure Mr Evershed will have no problem doing that, right?”

The headteacher stuttered a little and adjusted his blazer as he turned to you, your (E/C) eyes boring into his making him look away.

“No.. no of course not. We would have to… deal with that before she can enrol full time however as a student for the safety of not just her but other students.” He explained.

“That is fine, she can either attend here a few times a week or you may come after school to teacher her.”

Mr Evershed and Ken both shared a look before nodding.

“It’s not really appropriate but after school would be best for now, see it as some extra tutoring.” Ken smiled.

“Very well, we’ll see you later then. Come alone (Y/N).”

You left the school behind you uncle and went back to the home he had gotten for you and you headed straight towards the kitchen to pull a bag from the fridge.

“Right let’s go over some ground rules.”

The ground rules were long, but you had no choice but accept them, and as the first session on how to be a human came along you found yourself bored.

Two months of this had passed, your uncle had to return home but made sure that you were getting fresh food every month, and checked up on you every week.

At excerpt 4pm your bell went and you spend over, answering the door to see the headmaster smiling as he waved a little.

“You need to walk to the door, no using that super speed.”

“Vampire speed sir, but I’ll try.”

“Great, let’s practice that. Walking to the end of the hallway.”

You did as he asked, and turned around, a grin on your face as you rolled your eyes.

“It’s not that hard to walk you know.”

“I know, but you need to get the hang of it if you’re joining classes next week.”

“I know, I know.”

“You also need to learn how to eat like us too. Can you eat human foods? It won’t make you sick or anything will he?”

Mr Evershed was concerned about this for a while, but he couldn’t put it off any longer, if you wanted to fit in you had to eat like everyone else.

You gestured for him to come to the kitchen and he did, and you picked up and apple, jumping up on the table you tossed it in your hands a few times.

“No, eating human food won’t make me sick. As long as I keep a healthy balance of both diets it’s no issue.” You explained.

“So you wouldn’t be able to live solely of human food?” Mr Evershed asked.

He set the bag he was carrying in the counter and started to unpack its contents into the fridge while you ate the apple you were holding.

You thought for a moment before answering.

“Well, theoretically I could yes. However it would have detrimental affects on my health, such as weakness, drowsiness, unpredictable hunger and uncontrollable rage.”

“Right okay, so keep you fed. Got it.” He laughed.

He looked over your fridge, at first the sight of see the bags on the shelves disturbed him, he was mortified.

Then you explained to him that they were simply blood donations from the hospital that were sat around to too long and weren’t considered safe anymore.

He closed the fridge and turned to you, leaning on the counter as he watched you toss the apple core across the room and into the bin.

“None of that either, remember you’re just another teen trying to figure their way through life.”

“Yes yes, no speed, no strength, no blood but if someone bleeds I need to leave right away, no flashing my eyes at anyone or threatening people.”

“Good, id say you’re ready now, I’ve just got some catch up work for you and you’ll be all ready.”

You found yourself oddly excited when you started going to the school, and it was more fun then anything you could have ever imagined.

You made so many friends and you fit in really well, remember everything Mr Evershed had taught you, but he still kept teaching you on human mannerisms.

You were sitting in his office reading a book during the lunch break when he came in, holding a bottle of water out for you.

“Thanks.”

“What did we say about your strength (Y/N)?” He sighed.

“Sorry sir, I didn’t mean to, sometimes it just easy to underestimate it.” You laughed nervously.

Setting your book down you shuffled in the chair so you were facing him and you gave him a sheepish smile.

Mr Evershed rolled his eyes and shook his head at you.

“I know, you just need to be more careful aside from me and Ken no one here knows about you, unless you’ve told anyone else?” He asked.

You shook your head, scratching the back of your neck a little.

“No, I don’t want to scare my friends off.”

“Well at least you’ve got friend now, that’s a good thing right? Did you have friends back in your community?”

“Well yes and no. I was the youngest out of us all, so although I spent time with the others I wouldn’t really call them friends.”

He nodded his head and you looked around, waving and Loraine who was knocking on the window.

She beamed and waved back at you, gesturing for you to come outside so you nodded and did, going to the front desk.

“I have someone who wants to talk to you.” She beamed.

“Oh?”

You turned around and saw the PE teacher standing there with a grin on his face.

“You’re the girl who kicked a chair across the classroom innit?” He asked.

“Yes sir, that was me.” You nodded.

“Awesome bro, I want you on the rugby team!”

You blinked, and looked around before spotting Mr Evershed who chuckled and walked over, leaning down to whisper what Rugby was.

Nodding, you turned around and shook your head.

“I’m sorry sir, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Come on bro, you’re like well good innit! We’d be a winning team with you!”

“Mr Hussain (Y/N) is currently under isolation due to her behaviour in class, I’m not sure rugby would be a good idea due to her outbursts.”

“Exactly why it’s a good idea, she can get all that anger or whatever out. Come in, just one try out all I’m asking.”

Mr Evershed looked down at you and shrugged a little.

“It would be good for you to do an after school activity.”

“Are you sure?”

“Just a tryout.” He smiled.

You nodded your head and turned to Mr Hussain.

“Okay sir, one tryout, next week.”

“Yes bro!”

He held up his hand and you lightly high fives him before walking back into the office to carry on with your isolation.

Mr Evershed walked in and sat back down.

“You guys don’t play rugby?”

“No we tend to avoid contact sports like that, it can get messy. We play baseball and stuff though.”

“Well, here, this is rugby.”

He handed you his phone so you could watch a few clips of professional rugby games and you got more and more worried as the minutes ticked by.

After school he took you by to watch the practice, and as the days got closer to your tryout you found yourself worrying.

“Remember what we talked about?” Mr Evershed asked.

“No strength, no speed, my jog is the same pace as their running, try to avoid coming into contact with anyone as not to accidentally hurt them.”

“And?”

You looked up at him and handed him your bag as you cracked a small smile.

“Have fun.”

“Yeah, have fun okay?”

You nodded and jogged over to meet the team.

You smashed the try outs, and you were officially on the team and it was going amazing.

Months after you started you were going to be paying in your very first game and you were beyond nervous.

“Come on bro, you got this.” Mr Hussain beamed.

You looked among the spectators trying to find the headteacher but he was no where to be seen and you frowned heavily.

You kept away from everyone, mainly passing the ball between the players, and jogging it up to the other end of the pitch for one of the girls to score.

“Come on shes useless she doesn’t do anything!” A girl on the opposite team scoffed.

You rolled your eyes and ignored her.

“What to high and mighty to reply? Ackley bridge is shit you’re barely even catching up to us!” She laughed.

“It’s just a wanna be team full of chavs and no bodies going anywhere.” Another teased.

You whipped around, hands balled into fists as you start to storm closer, fury in your eyes.

“(Y/N) don’t!” Spud yelled.

“Sir stop her!” Sam called out.

You carried on stalking forward, easily ducking under the PE teachers arms as he tried to grab you and stop you.

You were just inches from the girl who someone stepped between the pair of you, and you looked up.

“Look down.” He whispered.

You turned your head towards the ground, and hand on your shoulder he guided you from the pitch and turned you back towards everyone.

“Breathe, okay? Just ignore them.”

“They’re insulting the integrity of this team, the other girls who are tying their absolute hardest.” You growled.

“There’s always going to be people like them (Y/N), you can’t go punching them.”

You looked up, red eyes connecting with Mr Evershed and you sighed, blinking they returned to normal and he smiled.

“Good, that’s good.”

“Where have you been anyway? Thought you were going to watch the match.” You huffed.

He chuckled patting your shoulder as he shook his head at you.

“I was in a meeting it ran over time, but I’m here now aren’t I?”

“Only cause you somehow have a sense for them I’m gonna hit someone.”

“It’s just a skill.” He shrugged.

You grinned a letting and pushed his hand over your shoulder, giving him a thumbs up.

“I’m good.”

“You ready to get back out there?”

You nodded and started to jog away but he called out name out and walked over.

"Remember, don't try to decapitate your teammates with your strength.” He chuckled.

You grinned and shrugged before jogging away again and he walked to the sidelines.

You were still furious about what the girls had said, and an idea came to mind.

“Hey wait I’ve got a plan.” You said to everyone.

“Which is?” Spud asked.

“Simple, not once have they laid a hand on me during this whole game, I’m agile and quick, give it to me and I’ll get it to the other end.”

The girls looked at each other before nodding.

And they did, you were passed the ball each and ever time, and with ease you jogged it to the other end, sometimes passing it off to someone to score if the other team crowded you.

It was a tie game, and it all came down the the penalty kick from your team and they were debating on who should take it.

“Oi bro you do it.” Rukhsanna said.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you’ve got one hell of a kick!” Sam laughed.

You nodded and walked over, it all came down to this, you had to put just the right strength behind this kick to make it look believable but still win the game.

Scanning the crowds, your eyes landed on your mentor, and he nodded, gesturing for you to take a deep breath and you did before turning your attention back to the game.

You jogged over and your foot collided with the ball, sending it into the air and it went over the post and everyone cheered.

Your team picked you up, hugging you and cheering with the rest of the school and you were carried away to the locker rooms.

They were going in about how amazing you were and the game and everything and you sat there smiling.

“Hey guys do you want to… have a party at my place tomorrow to celebrate?” You asked.

They cheered and you beamed, changing you made your way around the school, trying to find Mr Evershed but you couldn’t.

Instead you went home and not later there was a knock on the door and you opened to find him standing there with a trophy in his hands.

“I couldn’t get you the actual one, so I went and got you this.”

“Wow…”

You took it and examined it, as a vampire you’d never been giving a trophy before.

You let him in and set it on your mantelpiece before turning around beaming happily.

“That was really fun! I loved it and I wanna do it again!”

“There’s another Match next month don’t worry.” He laughed.

You grinned and he gestured for you to sit down and you did.

“As you know the trust had placed you in the school on a probation period.”

You nodded.

He smiled widely.

“You can stay!”

You cheered and tackled him into a hug before quickly pulling away and grinning sheepishly.

“Sorry sir, I just… thank you. For everything.”

“You’re welcome, I’ll admit I had my reservations about letting you in because you know the whole vampire thing. But you make a conniving human.”

“What can I say, I’m just that good.” You grinned.

He rolled his eyes at you and you beamed brightly back

[auroralightsthesky]

Mary! darling! i know you said that you weren’t quite ready to write for Calvin just yet, but i can’t get the thought out of my head of Calvin & soon to be wifey reader getting married🥹

it’s an intimate event, only a few close friends & family are gathered up at a little venue. Both Calvin & you are nervous wrecks, but are overall excited about starting this new chapter in your lives together & being able to celebrate your forever lasting love for one another ;,)

we obviously know how great of a dog Six-Thirty is & he of course can’t be left out of such a life changing occasion. so, he is given the honor & official title of being the ring bearer🥹 i can see it perfectly in my head. he would be wearing a little bow tie around his neck. he’d be instructed to carry a little woven basket between his teeth, that holds the two shiny wedding rings down the isle & for everyone to see. he would go through it flawlessly & then remain off to your side, watching you two on this special day.

the vows !! okay, so i can definitely see Calvin being overwhelmed in this moment, & not just because of all the eyes on him, but also at the very sight of you. you are what makes him practically melt into a puddle, which of course is no surprise. that’s the effect you always have on him, but today it’s more amped up. it’s just the way that you’re looking at him so lovingly, so inventively as he reads out his vows. he can’t get over how breathtaking you look, in your mama’s wedding gown that she’s passed down for you to wear & with your makeup lightly done up. your hair is in its usual pin up curls, but styled around the pretty veil that sits atop your head.

he promises to you, through a shaky voice & teary eyes that he will love you unconditionally, till the very end of his days. he promises to stick by your side & support you through all of your passions & endeavors. through all the ups, the downs & through sickness & through health. he promises you his heart, & with it, he is yours completely & indefinitely.

this is actually quoted from someone’s vows but i just had to include it because it just seems like something Calvin would say during his,🥹

“I wish that I could promise smooth sailing, but the winds aren’t mine to control. What I do promise is a ship built to carry you to safety, and sails to weather any storm.”😭

he’s a mess after he finishes. but once you read out your own, forget it. you’re shocked that he’s still able to stand at the end of it all, but it’s only because he’s so overcome with emotion & the realization truly hits him that you are now his forever, you are his wife & his companion for life :,) the kiss that is shared between you two is nothing short of passionate & everyone around you is just beaming in celebration.

now all i can think about is how at the reception, you & Calvin are breaking it down on the dance floor! Cal of course busts out his shaky little shoulder move😂 which causes you to let out a fit of giggles. but when you two actually have your first real dance together, it’s like time just stands still & it feels so magical. Calvin holds you close. his arms wrap around your waist, as your head finds purchase against his chest. you two sway back & forth to the music. just enjoying each others warmth & company in front of your loved ones. he occasionally whispers sweet nothings into your ear, which makes you melt further into him & causes your cheeks to blush up. you are just absolutely content & so in love with your now “husband”🥹

afterwards, the fun doesn’t quite end yet… even though you two are tired from the day, Calvin may have found himself having had a bit too much wine & just can’t wait to get you back home to properly unravel you for the first time since becoming his wife. let’s just say he rocks your world that night & keeps repeating in hushed breaths while ramming into you, “look at my pretty little wife. taking my cock so well.”😵‍💫😵‍💫 ugh i’m salivating just thinking about this…

Mary i’m sorry this was sooo long! but i just had to tell someone about it. need a full fic about Calvin & readers wedding so badly🫠 i’ve got some others thoughts & thots swarming around in my head, so i’m sure i’ll be back in here soon to tell you them hehe ;) thank you for reading 🥰 mwah!

MEGGY MY LOVE!!!!! OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS TO NO END!!!! You.....you are an absolute treasure!!!!

No, no but seriously though!!!! The wedding day itself, Cal would be an absolute bundle of NERVES!!! He's shaking a little bit but his dad and his brothers are all probably trying to keep him calm, even Father McDowell is telling him to quit shaking and that he'll be fine (he may be a man of the cloth, but Father McDowell is a cheeky little smartass who's known Calvin since he was in the cradle, lol).

But Oh my God!!! Six-Thirty being the ring bearer??!! Meggy I AM SCREAMING!!! Just the thought of it alone, him walking down the aisle with Calvin's little niece as the flower girl is turning me into a giant puddle (lol). She's holding onto his collar because she's still really little but oh God does she look so cute with her lil curls and the little flower wreath on her head.

During the vows there isn't a single dry eye in that church, especially from Cal's mom, Patricia. Henry's probably sitting in the pews with her like, "Pat, you've gotta get a grip for the boy," but of course she's like "How can I? Our baby's getting married" (lol).

Oh and the dress!!!!!! You look absolutely gorgeous beyond words!!!! It takes everything for Calvin not to break down in tears when he sees you, his two older sisters and a couple of the girls who are students in your nursing classes, walking down that aisle looking like something out of a dream. I definitely feel like you, your mother-in-law and the girls would do the whole "something old, something new" tradition to go with it (lol).

Speaking of which, the girls go all out with that one. Your momma's dress is something old, your shoes are something new. Patricia let you borrow her veil from when she and Henry got married (although it needed some serious TLC and she and the girls all had to stitch it back together) while the something blue was a little blue phoenix hairpin that one of your students/bridesmaids had brought with her when her family immigrated from China during the war. They're all a little of everything, but you hope that when you and Cal have children of your own, that you can pass that on to them.

Oh and the reception, you all have an absolute BLAST!! You and the girls are absolutely dying at Cal and his brothers trying to dance and the shenanigans that ensue when some of the family members and friends are walking around with the little 8mm video cameras filming the reception? You and Cal watch the footage in later years and go red with laughter every time.

Ooooooh but the first night together as husband and wife??? 🥵🥵🥵🥵. You and Cal are just....uugh. It's the gentle little touches, the exploring each other's bodies and trying every position you could think of. One of your very well traveled students had gotten you a copy of The Kamasutra of all things as a wedding gift and as soon as Calvin had gotten his hands on it, he wanted to try it out. You very quickly discovered his favorite position (he'd sit cross-legged with you on his cock, legs around his waist and your arms around each other so that you could rest your head against his shoulder and oh God does it feel sooooo good, in fact that's also the position in which you conceived your first child together lol).

Meggy I'm gonna get to work on this right away, I think you've finally convinced me to write for Calvin and there will be many more thoughts/thots to come (it's gonna end up being posted on the side-blog but either one will do, lol).

[forcebookish]

All I’m saying. Is for all of Only Friends faults. The costuming?? Inspired. Truly incredible.

Every time i see Top I’m like. This pants and polo shirt combo is really working for you. Why do you have such a tiny waist? So men can wrap you up in their arms and kiss you? Probably.

Like. If nothing else. The costume design completely killed it. No complaints at all. It fit the characters, told a story through clothing choices. And felt like relatively normal outfits that I could see someone wearing.

Also. Every looked super hot. And I loved it all.

But Force’s waist in those pants he wore as Top… I cannot get over it.

haha YES that is why he has such a tiny waist!!! and i love that he basically wore platform shoes 😂 he looked HUGE. i wish that mew's problem pattern collared shirts had mellowed out a little more in the end when he kinda came back to himself (also... he just? stopped being cold all the time? magically doesn't need a sweater anymore? lol), but overall i think the costuming made a lot of sense. except boston's. why did he dress like a grandma half the time

but!! i particularly liked cheum's styling vs. april's styling. they weren't both just girly-girls, it was pretty clear who the princess in the relationship was 🤭 AND NICK'S STYLING!!! he really did go back to how he dressed in the beginning once he gave up on boston; tbh i think the biggest red flag in their relationship was how much boston preferred when nick started dressing like top. he never really saw or liked nick for who he really was.

(sorry this took a while, anon! i wanted to include screencaps and then got too tired lol)

thanks for stopping by!!