#I'm back on my soft ot3 train

[superconductivebean]

#919: imelda headcanons post

Whilst writing something anything for my wlw OTP's and OT3 has me in a perpetual state of stagnant gaze at the nearly empty sheet, I thought, what if I go full delulu and out of the writing way again.

If you've been following me for a while, you might've noticed this tag, #utlitd brainrot. It is the reservation for my magnum opus fic, its abbreviated name, yadda yadda yadda. I don't post about it often assumed it'll be super tiring to have my ramblings look nice -- even though this work is my MC's entire storyline lmao.

Anyhow, while working on it lots I've become to sit on some ideas and headcanons and -- not sharing them. I'm a criminal for this. I plea guilty. Some headcanons are brainrot-derived and marked as such.

Assuming you've not scrolled past my little hello note, IMELDA REYES HEADCANONS:

Butch lesbian. Accepted herself rather well but she was soon to realise finding someone isn't just a challenge, it's a quest;

Half-Spanish, Half-Scottish. Her grandparents and part of the family left Spain, fleeing the tumultuous change of its regimen;

Was born in Glasgow, Scotland. If the family decided to stay in Spain or to move back, would've attended Beauxbatons instead;

Relatives from the father's side live in Seville, mother's side of the family is stretched across Orkney Islands;

Learnt to ride the broom there btw, she's well-accustomed to the weather and especially, weather changes. If to name one of the reasons she is an amazing Chaser, this would be one of them;

Not as much of a headcanon as it is a tiny essay but! She doesn't like Seekers for a very peculiar reason, if not to downright call it a fundamental difference between a skill-dependent play and a luck-dependent play. She often irates at Seekers: they bask in attention and praised for their skill -- but Chasers rarely have a fraction of that, as if they perform a rotten work! That's her opinion. Bar in the grand scheme of things, Seekers are the different breed of team players. They have to count numbers and be on a constant chase & lookout for the snitch in order to win in numbers. 150 points for the snitch is only 15 times quaffle gets through the rings; you could imagine a scenario when 150 points aren't enough if not for the Chasers' work;

This one is pretty much implied canon: she doesn't like Gryffindors because a Gryffindor caused her father a permanent injury ('took his knees out', gruesome), hence he's disabled and can't walk on his own -- and has been unable to walk since his school years. Imelda is unlikely to had seen him riding a broom ever in her life;

Brainrot: despite the disability, her father is an avid Quidditch aficionado, goes to her every match and makes half the fannish noise because His Wee Little Mija Is Winning. He's not coming to watch her alone, in fact, half the family attends Slytherin matches. It is an important social link for Imelda;

She doesn't have many friends, if at all, which is also an implied canon (an npc slips a mean comment about her, saying she had only a broom for a friend);

Brainrot: support of the family, nonchalant attitude and dead-set goals built Imelda a sense of confidence, she knows what she wants and needs, perhaps, however, she is lacking simple silliness of life and that she isn't anyone's friend but a background celebrity weighs on her;

Brainrot: moreover, her rigid training regimen, partly inspired her childhood on the Orkney Islands, partly enforced by the former Toyoashi Tengu almost-player Madam Kogawa became to feel mundane. As she would put it, there isn't an opponent worthy of her time and skill. As I will say, it isn't as much a need in a rival as it is an ask for a feedback;

Although Imelda notes compliments make people go soft and that no one tells her she did a great job, and that she couldn't care less, she isn't truthful to herself. She needs positive feedback. However, positive feedback isn't praise for her;

After Black cancelled Quidditch for the year, Imelda took it harsh. It meant she was cut off from genuine reaction of the crowd at her play, wouldn't receive family's (dis)approve of performance, and wouldn't even have chances to train on the Pitch;

Brainrot: Imelda feels isolated, to say the least. She is naturally sensitive and quite talkative, insightful and outspoken, however, the mean attitude may have caused people to stray away from her. She does take notice of it but never seek reconciliation, knowing not many people would like to befriend her, besides, a new friend would do game if plays Quidditch or willing to challenge her, too. Time is valuable to her, it's a resource she'd like to spend on a person willing to take on and press on;

MC's timely arrival signified a potential to have someone new to get a hold of after Anne Sallow's untimely departure from the school and effectively, from the Slytherin Quidditch team. Anne was a beater;

Brainrot: to Imelda, Anne was another important social link. They weren't exactly friends but Anne's mischievous nature prompted Imelda to spend more time with her, Sebastian, and Ominis, as both pastime from Quidditch and a way to catch up with studies. Their company introduced her to students she'd normally would've not ever interacted with: Everett Clopton, Ravenclaw Keeper, disastrously ill-disciplined but overall harmless individual, yet too nonchalant to her liking; Garreth Weasley, whom she jokingly berates each time he blows up cauldrons but finds his expertise otherwise valuable whenever she needs help with Potions; Poppy Sweeting, a girl that alerts her to something but she hadn't a clue to what for quite an amount of time, she just knew she wasn't an another meek Hufflepuff; I imagine, @catohphm's Danny, Ravenclaw Seeker, would've been introduced to Imelda, too;

Brainrot: if u thought her and poppy had slowburn mutual pinning 300k words until the first kiss kind of thing going on in my head u are not wrong it is basically canon to me they're so different and unsure about each gesture -- or a suspicion there was an one -- it's as cute as it is silly as it is u just name it im gonna cry

She and @boxdstars' Amara probably are in each other's support group even after they completed the Find Girlfriend quest;

Imelda could use more sleep;

A straight O-student in Herbology and a straight E-student in DADA and Charms;

Has a deep respect for Aesop Sharp: if he finds it in himself to go and teach a bunch of dimwits how to brew potions out of seemingly sheer passion for the subject (he's able to tell the colour of the potion is wrong while nose deep into grading papers), just like her father is always eager to attend her games despite and in spite of his injury, she totally can be as motivated for Quidditch. Whenever someone has anything disparaging to say about Sharp, she would admit, she takes it personally;

What she also takes personally are mean comments and the lack of genuine interaction, and appreciation for who she really is. She's stuck, however: she is mean when there has to be insight, she is brash where it needs to be reflection, she simply shatters when she is wrong or pointed out her reasoning does loops and meandering.

The girl is lonely and insecure, she is naturally abrasive but isn't a massive bitch bomb; stubborn, easily dismayed by a sass response, I would also say, she is very capable of being meek or show at least some weakness when privy because upholding a veneer of someone tough but who isn't really her is a very emotionally tasking endeavour.

and if u'd like more imelda hcs including nsfw ones feel free to send me an ask 👉👈

some tags: @thriftstorebabayaga -- look it is breaching containment again @ladyofsappho @celestial--sapphic @rypnami @endeavour12345

[aintgonnatakethis]

Writing Share Tag!

Thank you for the tags! I remember when I had enough free time to answer each tag game separately. Working life is not for me. 😔 As you can see though, I do keep them all and I appreciate being included in the writeblr community! ❤️️ I'm also reading all of them of course, but recently my spoon situation has been disastrous. I want to pick up providing feedback again; maybe this will hold me accountable!

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This snippet is from Flu O'Clock, a story in the on your hands and your knees, do you feel in charge? series. Classic sick!fic with my end goal being platonic OT3. Want to see how that's going?

Telford could appreciate the directness, and he wasn't about to do harm to himself just because he didn't like the taste of something. That was more Rush's speed, though he wisely didn't verbalise that thought, accepting the canteen and knocking back the stuff as quickly as he could without risking hurling it up again. "Good boy," Rush said, still in an aggressively casual tone of voice. Everett coughed. Rush did that thing where outwardly he completely ignored the sound, but Telford could see that all of the man's senses were trained with extreme interest on Everett, keenly awaiting any trace of pull on the line. Of course he got exactly what he wanted, because Everett just wasn't able to help himself, in far too many areas of his life. "You said you had work to do?" he asked Rush, proving the one thing he didn't possess was any degree of subtlety. "I think I'll work in here today," Rush said, the way he'd stated it as a fact without even an attempt at the faux politeness of asking if that would be alright designed to press Everett's buttons, specifically his agreeable-unless-you-don't-acknowledge-my-authority one. "Do you really think that's necessary?" Everett responded, overly mild. "He needs his rest." Rush placed the back of his hand on Telford's forehead. Telford heard Everett stand up. That's right, he thought with no small amount of amusement, fight like dogs over me. He relaxed beneath Rush's cool skin, allowing his eyes to drift closed. "I won't be a bother," Rush offered, in a tone far too soft to be used in company, in Telford's opinion. "I just think--" Everett started, only to be immediately interrupted. "I don't care what you think." "Rush." "What?" "You're going to calm down," Everett ordered, doing a terrible job of remaining calm himself. "I'm not the one yelling," Rush retorted, blunt but with a level enough voice that Telford knew Everett would find infuriating. "Maybe you'd like to practice using your inside voice." "Listen!" Everett hissed, clearly restraining himself from moving any closer. "You can't--" "I can do whatever I damn well please." The bed shifted as Rush stood. "You're not going to fucking touch me." Invoking Telford's unspoken protection was an odd play, but one of the best things about Rush was that he never did what was expected of him, always keeping those around him on their toes. Everett let out a warning rumble and Telford cracked his eyes open to see the two men standing nose to nose, staring each other down with no attempt from either party to conceal their aggression. "You know," Telford remarked pointedly. "If you two want to fuck you can have the bed." The twin scandalised expressions he received in response were well worth the headache the argument had set raging inside his skull, a bull deciding his brain would make a nice china shop to run riot in.

Tagging: @moltenwrites @the-golden-comet @finickyfelix @lancedoncrimsonwings @bagheerita + OPEN

[cassiesinsanity]

last line meme

tagged by @smallblueandloud to collect the last lines of the last 10 things i've posted: (warning, my last lines kinda suck)

She smirked up at him. "I think we can make that work. In fact, I know we can." next thing you know (Clintasha, Marvel, PG)

2. Smiling, he pulled her in closer. Yeah, he really had. Building a Better Future (Tony & Co, Marvel, PG)

3. "Cool," Darcy murmured to the now empty kitchen. "At least somebody's getting something good out of this whole training stuff." How to (Not) Date a Superhero (Clintasha, Darcy, Marvel, PG)

4. "Does anyone wanna explain to me why there's a wedding certificate from the 1800s in the kitchen? With the names Natalia and Clinton Fran -- Ok, you know what? I don't even want to know." Trouble (Clintasha, Marvel, M)

5. "Yeah, that's exactly right, buddy, exactly right." What Are You Doing New Year's, New Year's Eve? (Various, Marvel, PG)

6. She nodded and reached up on tiptoes to kiss him, her lips soft and pliant against his. "The feeling is mutual." Detour to a Christmas Kiss (Clintasha, Marvel PG)

7. Yes, the brewpub is his home, and Parker and Hardison are his home, but now… now they're more than just his home. They're his everything. More Than I Deserve (Leverage OT3, PG)

8. Natasha nodded and leaned into his shoulder. "Right back atcha." Chaotic Calls & Familiar Feelings (Clintasha & Team, Marvel, M)

9. Her laughter was music to his ears. "I don't know, but I'm game to find out if you are." Can't Get Much Better (Sure Can't Get Worse) (Sophie/Eliot, Leverage, M)

10. "Roger that, Widow." Just Another Saturday Night (Clintasha, Marvel, G)

[shaanks]

Zoro and Sanji for the ask game <3

You are a wonder and a dear, thank you for this <3

1: sexuality headcanon

Zoro: I think Zoro is like. THE posterboy for demisexual. demisexual, demiromantic, the whole thing, I don't think gender makes much of a difference to him in terms of attraction but he's gotta know you and trust you, he's gotta be invested first or he just doesn't think of folks that way.

Sanji: the ultimate bisexual disaster case. He and Ace and Shanks all attend the same "gorgeous pitiful bisexual disaster" support group, as a small aside.

2: otp

other than x me...

Zoro: I think probably ZoLu or ZoSan, tho likely leaning more in the direction of Luffy based solely on ration of Fics I Have Chosen to Read lmao. There is just something about the way they met and it took Zoro exactly 24 business hours to be like "my life and my sword for your cause," the way they just. get each other, half the time without even needing to speak, the softness and solidarity of it all. Just gets me, ya know.

Sanji: SanLu or ZoSan (are you sensing a pattern lmfao). In general maaaybe SanLu bc like. I think Sanji is very much inside himself about his own worth and place in the world, and Luffy is like. Relentless (as he is with everyone he loves and cares for) about reaching down into that pit and pulling Sanji out into the sun over and over again and there's just smth really lovely about that. Monster Trio OT3 is lovely soft times I feel.

3: brotp

Zoro: Chopper oh my god. He's the lil dude's big brother, his dad, his bestie, please listen to me every MOMENT of their interactions breathes new life into my rotten dusty soul. Also Nami, they met and were like "ah. my long lost sibling. what if I killed you" and have such a wonderful dynamic.

Sanji: Chopper also, tho not quite to the degree that Zoro is. Also, altho probably a controversial opinion, I really like his relationship with Robin. I don't wanna spoil anything (in case you or anyone reading is watching/gonna watch) but there's a particular arc in which the only person more relentless than he is about bringing her home is Luffy, like. I think he's a wonderful sweet boy all around but smth about his gentleness with Robin really warms my heart.

4: notp

Zoro: Nami, they are just. SO so sibling coded to me like. Perona for the same reason tbph, they're Mihawk's adopted goth siblings and I can't really extricate that from my brain. Mihawk. For that matter. That's basically his dad. (Not yucking anyone's yum idc what other people ship tbph but I don't like these ones personally)

Sanji: I've just sat here staring into space for like five minutes trying to think of smth. I haven't seen much of anything for him that really yucks me out (unless I'm just blanking which like. happens. I have the brain of a 90 year old), but I guess like. Not notp-levels exactly but I don't really get SanUsopp or SanLaw? The latter might just be a "wait til you get to Wano" situation like so many other things, but yeah.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Zoro: saw a post a while back that was someone's headcanon about Zoro lending out his earrings to his crewmates for like. especially dangerous missions, or to give them a lil confidence boost, or as a promise that he would make it back from something scary, and that's stuck in my brain so hard its basically canon for me, so yeah.

Sanji: I think he's basically a nutritionist in everything but paper certification, above and beyond just making sure his crew is fed and goes to bed with full tummies he is SO dialed in to what they like and what their systems are sensitive to and what they need for training/devil fruit powers/etc like. It's not just "here I have made this hearty delicious meal that covers all the food groups" he makes a bunch of different meals catered to everyone's needs, he gets it.

6: favorite line from this character

Zoro: "That's what it means to be Captain, isn't it. Don't lose yourself. If you waver, who can we trust?"

Sanji: "Leave this guy's key to me, I'll do what you cant do; you do what I can't do. Think carefully! Read the situation. If you're here, there's got to be a way Robin-chan can be saved! Usopp!"

7: one way in which I relate to this character

Zoro: TERMINAL sleepyhead disorder. Tired all the time, sleeping in the background of every scene.

Sanji: I'm capable and competent while simultaneously having no sense of self-worth whatsoever. ya know.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

Zoro: Where!!! Is he ever going??? He gets lost while MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH THE SHIP. MULTIPLE TIMES. Babygirl beloved I'm BEGGING you rn...

Sanji: I mean. I'm just gonna say Fishman Island and leave it at that. (They brought him back from the timeskip a completely different person and I'm STILL waiting for him to return from the war...)

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

They're BOTH cinnamon rolls in my heart, but I am aware like. Sanji technically falls into the problematic fave category for like. myriad reasons.

[saecookie]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who Rating: Explicit Relationships: Ninth Doctor/Jack Harkness/Rose Tyler Additional Tags: Polyamory, Fluff and Smut, OT3, Established Relationship, Threesome, Fluff, ALL THE FLUFF, this was supposed to be goofy and evolved into that big well of softness

Summary:

There's balance and there's care. Tonight was time for reciprocation, tonight they would be the kind of lover they usually were granted : worshippers, unwinder of sore muscles and whisperers of breathless praises.

The day had been pretty exhausting. Nothing too dangerous, for once – they had been lucky on that part. They had just let themselves wander into some of the lushest forest this side of Six6's southern hemisphere. There had been a lot to see, from the bioluminescence of the shrubs to the weird wavelength chanting of the flying mammals inhabiting the forest. Jack had seen his fair share of wonders during his time at the Time Agency, but he had never been able to just stop in childlike marvel as he was right now.

Unfortunately, what could have been a perfect, quite romantic outing was seemingly not for them. What had started as a leisurely stroll, chatting hand in hand ; had devolved into not finding their way back to the ship. They had had to walk for three solid hours at the end of their day, one already full to the brim of wonders. After two hours of trying to find their way back, they were weary, quiet rather than snapping at one another at each new change of direction. Jack could only glance for a few seconds at Rose or at the Doctor before they became annoyed at him checking up on them. Upon finally seeing the TARDIS, he had let the quietest relieved sigh. They were still silent and a bit on edge.

After that trainwreck of a trip back, Jack had gone straight into the galley. Rose and the Doctor had wandered a bit around the console room. It was their little ritual when coming back to the TARDIS, and it wasn’t his to invade. He picked a few things out of the pantry, made them some quick dinner and put it on a tray. Knowing those two, he made his way to the media room. It soon found them not particularly paying attention to the movie they had chosen, only for the sake of unwinding together. The soundtrack playing in the background was just enough to add a layer of comfort to being in each other’s presence. Jack would have denied it all, but he was already dozing shortly after putting his plate down. There was nothing to be done : he was warm, he was safe, and his favourite people were at arms' reach.

"I think she's fallen asleep."

The Doctor's voice was barely above a whisper, just enough to be heard above the lulling sound coming from the screen.

Jack faintly tried to blink the sleep away, to no avail.

"Mhm ?"

"I think Rose's fallen asleep."

Groaning himself out of his own drowsiness, Jack sat up against the back of the couch. Indeed, when he looked across the room, he could only see a Rose-shaped blanket bundled up in her favourite armchair. What a sight she was, all golden hair and pink fingers. The ups and downs of her chest were the only perceptible movements underneath the covers. A wisp of hair had fallen in front of her eyelids, and her head was slumped across the armchair at an angle that couldn’t possibly be comfortable.

After seeing her so annoyed during their walk back to the TARDIS, tense and frowning, giving only snappish answers, Jack took some time gazing at her. She seemed to already be in deep slumber, no worry lines in sight, her eyes faintly moving every now and then behind her eyelids. Peacefulness had finally settled on her features, lacking her usual playfulness but looking more like herself than she had all evening. She seemed warm and unworried, and that was honestly all Jack ever wanted for Rose. If he could have wrapped her up in that blanket forever and still shown her the splendors of the universe, he would have done so without a second thought.

"I'm taking her to bed. You should too, you're already half asleep."

That got a grunt out of Jack. For all the eye candy Rose was, his eyes still had trouble staying open. He tried to pay attention, but barely saw the Doctor crouching to get Rose and carry her out to her room. He could only hear the soft whispering and cooing noises, reassuring her as she stirred. Her huffs of disapproval stopped before they were even out of the door, Jack already asleep by then, smiling over the cuteness of his two favourite people.

He woke up to a soft touch to his shoulder. He leaned into it, still not exactly awake. For all the gruffness the Doctor was showing the world, Jack how he was actually always very careful in his touches, always light and gentle. Caring. In all his time knowing him, and from the moment the Doctor stopped considering him a safety hazard, he had been nothing but mindful of him. It had unhurriedly matured into caring, then bloomed into what they had now.

"Told you to go to bed Captain." There was a distinct chuckle under that faked sternness. Before even opening his eyes, Jack smiled at him and shuffled, getting himself more comfortable. The media room had always known how to make itself cosy.

"Mhm. Well, I didn't. Whatcha gonna do ?"

This time the chuckle was not hidden under any pretense. Jack peeked under his eyelashes. Those blue eyes were looking down on him, and he'd never get enough of that soft smile that felt like sunrise, the one the Doctor always saved just for Rose and him. It made him glow from the inside out, as if revealing himself, how he was really made of attention and care and love for people.

He must have dozed off again because the next thing he knew, a shudder made its way down his spine. Lips were brushing against his in a soft caress. If he had ever opened his eyes, they were definitely back to being closed now ; quietly enjoying the warmth they were sharing.

They broke apart as softly as they had met. He chased after those lips, after that taste of time they carried, the burnt tang of trouble. A light hum escaped Jack’s mouth as his eyes fluttered open. There was such an air of smugness about him.

"What about this ?"

Jack sat back up, displaying false thoughtfulness. He leaned in,  almost falling in the Doctor’s lap. There was a warmth to their loose embrace, a tingly anticipation, the kind when you knew everything would fall together without the shadow of a doubt, but waiting for it to happen as you would the first bite of a birthday cake.

“Fine by me,” Jack purred in his ear.

There was something delicious in the closeness, the anticipation becoming expectation, building steady. It was with some eagerness that he pressed their lips back together, keeping it chaste at first though. It wouldn’t be said that Jack Harkness didn’t know how to build some good tension.

Then the Doctor’s hand found his cheek, palm cool against his chin. Tilted Jack's head up a little, deepened the kiss, and suddenly Jack wasn’t controlling anything anymore. A groan escaped him, unbidden. Being given directions usually turned his knees to jelly ; now, he was drowsy enough to be reduced to a puttering mess. There was something to be said about the firmness of the Doctor’s touch, the slowness of his motions, the intent behind every glance. It was empowering, it was raw, it was safe.

In one swift motion Jack couldn’t be bothered to identify, the Doctor got some more leverage over him. He whined when their lips got separated, panting heavily in the space between them, lost to the sensation of his lover’s attention solely directed on him. When the Doctor’s mouth fell to his throat, moaning was the only thing he could do. He fumbled for something to grab. All of this was too much : too fast, too soft, too intimate for his sleep addled brain. A series of open-mouth kisses were pressed there, insistent and feverish. He got pushed backwards at the shoulder, still heaving.

Jack could only let go and try to reciprocate the best he could, but he was sleepy, and everything was fuzzy, and there was a body draped across him now, and what could he do except be pretty and sigh happily ? Where they had previously been leaning sideways across the back of the couch, Jack was now a whimpering wreck against the armrest. He could feel the full weight of the Time Lord pressing him into the couch, his breaths shallow against his skin. It was making a lot of funny feelings bloom into his chest and into his throat, something fluttery. He somehow knew that the blush he was feeling on his cheeks was spreading on his chest, soon bared by his lover’s hands. His eyes were glassy, unfocused as the hand that wasn’t holding his jaw and neck in place trailed down, not bothering to unbutton his shirt and going for his trousers right away.

Rose definitely didn’t wake up to a soft touch to her shoulder. She woke up to high-pitch whimpers. Those were directed at her wall, which didn’t make sense considering that the TARDIS was a transdimensional being and all that jazz. She frowned, rubbing her eyes as the noises kept going, slightly muffled. She looked around her. Her room stared back. She must have fallen asleep watching tv, and one of them had carried her to bed.

How thoughtful.

It would have even been more thoughtful if they hadn’t promptly proceeded to wake her up shagging against her wall. If glares could burn holes, there wouldn’t be a wall anymore. It wouldn’t change a thing about the shagging, but maybe the TARDIS would consider sending those little pants and broken cries another way. They were lucky she liked them, or she would have already stormed out of her room and thrown some nasty words at them. Really, had they never considered respecting someone’s sleep schedule ? The day had been tiresome enough as it was.

She lay there for a few seconds, trying to just wake up, let the irritation abate. She stared at the ceiling, listening idly to her lovers. They were enjoying themselves, that much was obvious. And how she loved them ; how she loved them loving each other. She could actually have gone back to sleep— she was exhausted, her eyes were drifting close every now and then. Her body, apparently not so much. Lying in her bed, with pleas of more and yes and fuck from people who usually made her feel that way, was making her feel things. Some very, very nice, tingly things. Warmth pooled low in her belly, crawling out. It made her smile, in a lazy kind of ripple effect. They were right there, enjoying themselves : that simple thought was enough to content her.

Loving and feeling loved were two of the most wholesome, striking things. Seeing love blooming between people she cared about was another one. It was a new unexpected depth to the already unending well of all the love she felt just simmering under her skin.

She stayed there for a little while, well awake now, basking in their almost presence, letting herself fully feel the arousal pulsing within her to the rhythm next door. She really loved hearing them. Her hand came slowly drifting over her neck. That caused some new shivers in its wake. She could stay here, maybe help herself nicely back to sleep…

On the other hand, they did wake her up and wouldn’t it be the nice thing to do to let her have some fun too ?

In the end, they weren’t even against the wall. A wall. Any wall. From what she could see, waiting in the doorframe in her pyjamas, they were just making out like teenagers on the armrest. The back of the couch was hiding the rest of their bodies from her. They must have already brought themselves to an end : their kisses were lazy, their whispers barely audible but still there all the same.

It was enough to watch them for a little while, all chuckles and soft smiles and fumbling to get more comfortable. They couldn’t stray away from each other’s mouth for more than a few seconds. They traded kisses with laughter and eye crinkles. Their hands weren’t in sight, but she was ready to bet that they were in their laps, and not in a modest way.

She was so fond of them. That adoring wave washed through her, almost winning over arousal.

She must have made some sort of noise, because the Doctor was suddenly looking her way. A new sort of light was adorning his gaze. God, she loved this man. As if on cue, Jack looked her way as well. A slow grin brightened his whole face up. He looked silly, but he was her silly. He stretched his neck to see her around the back of the couch, putting him in an even sillier position. Still no hands in sight. Rose giggled, so thankful for the two men in front of her, for the ease between the three of them even after the day they had had, for the light they brought and the softness in their breath.

"Rosie ! Up for round two ?"

She bit her lip, the lingering annoyance at being woken up long forgotten in the wake of that thrilling feeling they never failed to bring her. The Doctor offered her a nod and a smile, already shifting to make some space for her. One of his hands came in view. The flashing expression on Jack’s face told her all she needed to know about what the other hand was already up to. And if fondness had battled arousal at some point, it was now a settled thing. She hurried around the couch, took the hand offered to her by Jack, and let herself be on the receiving end of their thorough affections.

[s-wordsmith]

There's a conversation, early in The Order 23 Job, as they're going to steal a hospital, between Parker and Nate that I have always loved and can now rant about now that I have Tumblr.

Nate has pretended to be a doctor and they are now setting up in a hospital so he can not only continue to do so but can do so more thoroughly. Parker is . . . confused, for one. Concerned. Curious.

The conversation goes as follows (to the best of my hearing):

Parker: "So let me get this straight. You're a doctor."

Nate: "Yeah."

Parker: "What if someone asks you to deliver a baby?"

Nate: "I'd say I'm not an obstetrician."

Parker: "What? A what?"

Nate: "A baby doctor."

Parker: "(Oh.) Well what if there's a train accident, there's stretchers everywhere? And then someone points at you and says 'Hey, you, help me with this sucking chest wound.'"

Nate: "Ah, I wo--I would stick my hand in the chest and, uh, y'know, hope for the best."

Parker: "Oh, you are so not operating on me."

Here's the important part: the tone.

Parker is, as I said above, confused and concerned and curious. Most tellingly, she feels comfortable expressing that with no filter. She's comfortable asking questions instead of pretending she understands as we sometimes see her do. And she's right to, because Nate responds absolutely patiently. He's calm; he doesn't get angry that she's questioning him (even though Nate specifically has done that with Eliot and Sophie more than once). He's rational; he thinks through his answers and then gives them to her, doesn't blow her off or act like she's inconveniencing him and when she doesn't know the word "obstetrician" he doesn't mock, he answers in exactly the same conversational tone. He's comforting without being condescending. He knows she needs to ask questions to understand things other people might not and he answers them without judgement.

This is a huge step forward for both of them.

I make jokes about the OT3 being Nate's kids/Nate being the Tired Dad, but in reality he's actively resistant to any conscious display of fatherliness. He can't be nice to Hardison directly without either a backhanded compliment or something serious forcing it (like active danger). He respects Eliot, but tends to hold him at arms length. Parker is the one person he steps into any sort of fatherly role for and I think it's only because he can justify it as a mentor relationship. Nate's trauma has manifested in a resistance to fatherly behavior. But you can see it every once in a while and this is one of those times. He's so soft during this conversation. (And it works. Parker doesn't seem to be nervous at all after and in fact seems to have fun at times.)

Parker hides not only her emotions but her lack of knowledge whenever she becomes aware of it, as a protective measure. She does this by modeling behavior or outright repeating words she sees/hears from those around her. I know there are examples from the first season but I'm blanking on them right now and the only thing I can think of is when Tara first joins the team and Parker is thrown off rhythm and retreats into this behavior, most notably when she refers to the someone as hot in a tone that suggests she's just repeating what the others said. But she's not doing that here. She doesn't understand Nate's process, so she asks, repeated questions as she tries to wrap her head around it. He uses a word she doesn't understand and she asks for clarification, immediately, in a very thrown-off way that suggests she didn't think it through first (the way she always thinks everything through), and then gets right back to her original line of questioning.

And then "oh, you are so not operating on me," which at first seems like such an odd leap, but I don't think it is. I think this is Parker deciding and establishing a boundary in the same moment: I am trusting you to pretend to be a doctor for this con, but I am not trusting you to operate on me like a real doctor should the need arise. Which is a healthy and reasonable boundary. I'm not sure Parker knows at this point that Nate would have expected this boundary to not need to be said and I'm not sure Nate knows at this point that this is not an understanding he can take for granted. They are learning each other.

As a side note, why did Parker just have "sucking chest wound" to pull out of her hat? There's a story there.

[travelling-on-the-octopath]

DID YOU SAY DIMITRI/RHEA?! DIMITRIOS?! YOU LIKE THEM?! YOU LIKE dhalhfas fhae;fhasmjsf efsf

FRIEND!!!!!!!!!

My user name is one of my many names for the pair! (Dimitri) ALEX(ander)AND RHEA! Because someone else got the Dimitrios handle first and I think Lion Lily are not tragic sounding and SIlver Moon might veer too close to dmcl but andsdnfa

I know it's weird for me to go unhinged over this because I don't talk about Dimitrios much and only post hints of this ship in my hcs and aus but butbutbu ! There's another person! There's another here with in this raft with me! AHHHHH! There are three!!!!

Yes! CF good yeah! CF convinced me that they are a perfect pair for maximum pain! The combined hatred for these two just fuelled my fire to see them together! AND THEIR PARALLELS ANDNADD

Did you know that in FEH I have all their alts paired up?! Ok that's a lie. Academy Dimitri will always belong to Dedue but I had everyone else paired!

OMFG People are going to kill me because I'm outing myself here! And did you know I have them in an OT3 with Dedue (Demitrhea)! I love them because of CF! CF is my bread and butter for this ship! THey're gonna die in the worst ways possible but they would have a a year of peaceful happiness (because the 4 years would be spent in crippling denial and doubt and beating around the bush). Highest of highs and lowest of lows. And OT3 Demitrhea totally had a kid together because Rhea used her skills to make homunculi so so so so

Someone will definitely put a hit on me for this but akhdja;hf asfar a I still ship them with others because their other ships are soooo good too (Dimitri mostly because he's my fandom bicycle!)! BUT BUT BUT!!!!!!!

Dimitrios! Dimitrios! Dimitrios! Demitrhea! Demitrhea! Demitrhea!

*ahem*

You have good taste in rare ships. (✿◡‿◡)

Ferdinand/Sylvain/Lorenz is cool. But what's this about Seteth/Sylvain?

BYE I FIGURED "ALEXANDRHEA" WAS JUST A NAME LFGSJLKJ but back to the main event:

I think this little thing I wrote for Princes does more to explain why I love the idea of them more than words can dfgkjfdlg

“May I be blunt, Rhea?” He saw Rhea’s reaction to her name in the corner of his eye. Now, Dimitri kept his gaze trained elsewhere for his own benefit. “I owe you that much,” Rhea said eventually. “Tell me what is on your mind.” “At one point or another, everyone experiences a loneliness that is forced upon them,” Dimitri said, voice having gone soft without his behest. “Deaths of loved ones, positions of power . . . There is precious little in life we can control.” Finally, he looked at her, saw the wideness of her stare. “But there is also a loneliness we choose, and that, quicker than anything, is the loneliness that kills us. I suppose I was hoping to show you how much better our lives can be when we choose a little bit of company.” He flexed his hands, watching the metal glint in the night’s light, listened for the barely-there creak of his gloves. “That was a little presumptuous of me, though, wasn’t it? I’m sorry, Lady—” “Thank you, Dimitri.” He ignored the wetness of her voice. “Thank you. Very much.”

They're just. Ugh. I want to put them under a microscope. You know how Dimitri compares himself to Wilhelm and Byleth to Seiros in that one conversation? Well. I mean. I think (what people see as) the second coming of Seiros and the Tempest King could be a story in its own right <3

[lorirwritesfanfic]

hi lori ♥💗❤💕

tell me about Blood Ties and Soft Side if you haven't been asked about those, please? :)

Hi, Jen 💕 I hope you're doing well 😊 sorry for taking so long to answer... My curse as a writer is to have many ideas and a slow creative process 😓 Anyway, let's talk about the WIPs:

Blood Ties (working title) | Stella Lovejoy, Rebecca Lovejoy, Nate Sewell

While reading about TWC lore in a file compiled by someone I don't remember exactly (thank you very much for not helping getting this info, Tumblr 😑), I had a headcanon about Rebecca's reaction to catching MC with Nate. Though Rebecca is friends with Nate and trusts him, she still would be concerned about how far Stella and Nate's relationship will go and what might happen if things get too serious:

"Stella..."

"Yes?"

"We shouldn't..."

"I thought we were past the 'fighting temptations' phase," she purrs between kisses.

"Somebody might see us."

"I'm sure Adam will survive..." She whispers as her lips slowly graze his neck.

"Actually, I meant--"

Before he could finish, the door flies open. Stella looks over her shoulder and color drains from her cheeks as she sees the person standing on the doorway.

"Shit..." She mumbles.

"Yeah..."

Stella settles beside Nate as Rebecca walks into the training room, eyes narrowed at the vampire.

"If you two are done here, I believe Nate has a research report to finish."

"Mum!" Stella glares at Rebecca, who remains impassive.

"She's right. I do have a report to finish." With an apologetic smile to Stella, Nate places a kiss on her forehead. "I'll see you at night."

"Okay."

He then stands up and heads to the door.

As the vampire dissapears in the hallway, Stella gets up and walks to the other side of the room, untying the hand wraps when Rebecca steps closer.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes."

"So soon?"

"I have work to do, mother."

They may be in good terms now that Rebecca revealed some of the many things she has been hiding from her daughter. But the harsh tone in Stella's voice when she called 'mother' reminds both of them of times they weren't speaking to each other.

"Can't you spare a few minutes to talk?"

Still annoyed, Stella glances at her mother, but doesn't put up a fight. "I'm listening."

"How is the training with Agent Sewell?"

"Good."

"Is that it?"

"Nate says I'm faster, more agile."

"Hmm... good."

"That's what I said," Stella replies, adding her equipment to her bag.

Rebecca inhales sharply.

Despite sensing her mother's annoyance, Stella puts on her jacket and zips it up, ready to leave at any moment. She doesn't feel like chit chatting. Once the mood she was in for was killed, the only thing she wants is to take a shower and go to work. If her mother really has something to say, she'd either have to go straight to the point or leave for another opportunity. Preferably, some other time when Stella doesn't feel frustrated.

"Perhaps Adam could also work with you on your combat skills."

"Why?"

"It's his specialty. Your skills will improve faster."

"No, thank you. I prefer Nate."

"Everybody knows that, Stella."

The detective arches an eyebrow at her mother. "Is there a problem here, mother?"

"No, I--"

"Then I don't see the point of this conversation," She talked back, picking up her gym bag to leave.

Soft Side | Mal Volari x Nia Ellarious

This is part of a OT3 (Nia x F!Orc!MC x Mal) headcanon I had while playing Blades, but focusing on how things started between Mal and Nia:

Several minutes passed by as she removed the blood from his moustache, her pulse quickening as the cloth brushed over his lips. He didn't say a word. Neither did she. But it didn't make the fluttering inside her belly any less intense.

"You don't have to do all this."

"I disagree. I might have broken your nose."

"I caught you off guard. You simply defended yourself, which was the point of the training."

"But I told you I never meant to hurt anyone. Besides, someone needs to tend your wounds."

"Odd... This must be the first time anyone ever considered it."

Despite the smile on his lips, it didn't reach his eyes. Instead, he looked away as if lost in thought.

"What about the many countessas you were with? Didn't they help you with something like this?"

"They weren't so many..."

Nia watched him for a moment, then resumed to cleaning the cloth in a small bowl with water next to them. "So you lied."

"I just stretched the truth a little."

"That's still lying," she stared at him deadpan. "But they must have--"

"No."

"But you had an affair with these women..." She insisted.

"They came to me to forget their worries. They never stayed for long."

"Oh..." She nodded, carefully pondering about what he said.

"It's alright, priestess. I've taken care of myself just fine all my life." He gave a non-committal shrug.

"I believe you," she answered, pouring some of the healing potion into the cloth. "But everybody needs someone hold on to."

Thank you so much for the ask! Have a lovely weekend ���

[Ask me about my WIPs]

[bettsfic]

I'm sorry, I'm not sure if you've answered this question already but may I ask your top five favorite fics that you wrote? Your writing is beautiful I love it so much

thank you so much! this was a tough decision, but here are my top 5 fave fics i wrote and why:

5. physical education

this is a brock rumlow/steve rogers high school au. it’s the first time i challenged myself to write a mean character. before that, i’d stayed in my soft-edged world where everyone mostly had good intentions for one another and didn’t like hurting each other. it’s definitely a fic that helped shape the aesthetic of several future stories, and inspired (in part) the loving sadist archetype that i put into my story the ashtray.

4. the baker’s son

this is an ot3 hunger games fix-it. it has ace/aro katniss and i wrote it before i realized i was ace, and now looking back i’m like “how did i not see this.” it taught me a lot about developing tone, establishing pace, and writing a story with declining rather than rising action.

3. training wheels

the bellarke fic that ruined my life. for those of you who were around at the tail end of 2018 you can probably remember the wild ride of posting updates on this. there was one day i woke up to 40 asks. updating this fic is honestly some of the most fun i’ve ever had, and i got really immersed in the world for a very long time, which is a feeling that is becoming increasingly difficult to replicate. i owe so much to the people who supported this fic and shared their stories and insights with me. 

2. albus potter and the elixir of erised

this is a draco/albus severus canon divergent au that i’m really proud of. recently i reread it and it was a Trip. i had forgotten everything that happened in it, and got to read it as if i hadn’t written it, which was so fun. some kind of strange magic took over me while i was writing it that made me smarter than i really am and funnier and better at writing. there are so many elements of the story that i wish i could take somewhere else -- albus and scorpius’ friendship; scorpious as a character, period; draco’s growth. i enjoyed writing it so much i wrote an essay about writing it.

i have a sequel plotted from scorpius’ pov a year after eoe ends, but idk when/if i’ll have time to write it.

1. up the white road

this is a secret history ot3 fix-it. i wrote it in a fit of despair while i was attending an elitist workshop for a month, and i was so sick of the pretension. this fic helped keep me grounded. it’s another that i re-read and think “how did i write this? where did this come from?” trying to write like donna tartt was an exercise in destroying myself, but i learned a lot about voice. i ended up modifying the voice and aesthetic for some other things, so this served as a good primer.