#i literally just had a juicy dream about him and now he comes out looking like this???

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Ok so tmi (on the tmi blog lol) but the first day of my Cycle I had a dream that I had just given birth and I was holding my baby and I was goddamn euphoric even though the logical part of me was like “???? I am 22 and broke i CANNOT have a baby rn” and I woke up crying and called my friends like I WANNA HAVE A BAAAAAABYYYYY I WANT A BAAAAAAABYYYYYYYY so basically. Imagine. Miguel catches you in a moment of weakness. And he NEVER. FUCKING. FORGETS IT.

Oh wow girlie those period hormones grabbed you by the uterus and absolutely REFUSED to let go

NO BUT FOR REAL don't look at me but I've been thinking of a concerning number of ideas where it's like, "Reader suddenly realizes they may want a baby and is actually putting serious thought into it and Miguel finds out (bet your ass Peter B tells him, i can see him as a "well intentioned" platonic guardian/mentor figure who sells you out to Miguel the second he thinks you're doing something risky or he thinks it's for your own good) and Miguel starts making all these plans and preparations behind your back to have a baby with you" and obviously I like the extra juicy option of "he found out you got extremely depressed and tied your tubes or something because you either see no point in you having a kid/think it's too late, OR, Miguel was the only person you were looking at as a potential father and you either decide it wouldn't work out or he does something to hurt you and you lose trust in him" so like, the double whammy combo of him being hit with the news you basically walled off your fertility that he's kinda fantasizing about AND you blame him for it

You see him chokeslam Miles on the train and having all these serious anger and stress issues and you're like "hmmmm don't like that" and basically make the tubal ligation appointment that week (but, you know, he'll either interfere before you can actually get it or even reverse it later on)

Like. Ugh I'm not sure if I should go super into detail bc I feel like I want to put this scene in the YouTwo fic or in a different idea i have thats more centered around motherhood, but, picture he catches you in his monitor room one day after you've lost your home dimension, you're having a little more than just a small identity crisis, and he catches you having Lyla show you the model for your life, or what the algorithm had predicted your life was supposed to be like before your universe just magically poofed away. You're just staring at these holograms with tears running down your face and he occasionally catches you starting to reach out like you want to touch what you see. He comes to stop you because he already knows all too well where this could lead, you can't become tempted to break canon and go somewhere else, but you beg him to let you watch just a little longer

"I was supposed to get MARRIED! I was supposed to have a BABY! I was supposed to have a family!! It's not fair!!"

And he's in total agreement with you because, who even fucking knows why your universe suddenly destabilized and vanished. He sees you as this person who has so much promise and potential who had their destiny and future literally snatched away from them and now you're lost and confused on what you're supposed to do, like really he totally understands why you feel so aimless. But watching these holograms is like torturing yourself, and he goes to stop you when you just keep crying because this is basically sending you into a critical mental health episode

"Someone was supposed to fall in love with me... we were supposed to have a baby... would I have been a good mom? Would I have had a boy or a girl? Cant you at least let me find out what my daughter's name would have been?"

And it's like NOOOO you can't hit him with the daughter card, don't you see what you've DONE!!! Gets him right in the heart. Now he's got this massive soft spot for you, bigger than it already was anyways, and he can tell over time you're just really starting to, grieve the future you were supposed to have, falling into a depression. Peter B is hanging around with Mayday like he usually does as both men can tell you're really staring at his baby today and he offers to teach you how to hold her. you're standing there misty eyed twirling one of her little curls around your finger as her dad starts volunteering information to you, "you know she's about XYZ months old now, they aren't really talking yet at this age but they're really curious about their surroundings and--"

Miguel watches as you start talking about children and suddenly get this really really tortured expression and just say "it's not meant to happen" and or some combination of "it's too late for me" and gives him his baby back a little too quickly in typical "I am clearly leaving the room to go cry" fashion. Meanwhile Peter B is like 38 wondering why you think you're out of time or it's not supposed to happen

Miguel's working one day and Peter is trying to shove his phone in his face, "you know I think this is one of the BEST photos of Mayday I've ever taken, she's looking so cute here, you just GOTTA see it" and Pete just won't let up and Miguel finally looks just to humor him because the man is being unusually annoying and, it's a photo of Mayday, duh, but being held by you, and you're clearly looking down at her with watering eyes and the smallest little smile that says "I'll die for you" and Peter is just all 😏 as Miguel is 'suddenly' interested in the photo. "That's a really good photo of MAYDAY, right? 😏 I figured you would like it, that photo of MAYDAY 😏" and Miguel is just grumbling and grouchy bc he sees what this guy is tryna do, but he's still like ".... send it to me later, I'm trying to work right now"

It's even worse if you're a member of his strike force because you're constantly around him, Peter B, and Jess. Miguel just, idly wondering where you are and deciding to walk around a little bit and eventually finds that you're having some sort of conversation with Peter B and Jess and he can tell you look really weepy as the other woman invites you to feel her baby kicking, like, you could not more obviously be developing baby fever, and you ARE around that age, and ESPECIALLY if you live in Nueva York because it's like, YEAH you're still a Spider and YEAH you help the Society with stuff but. Your home universe is gone, your canon is gone, you're kind of. Free as a bird really? But you're also scared because, if someone was destined to love you, does that mean it technically isn't meant to be to fall for anyone else? You can't exactly hook up with people at the Spider Society because of canon or them already having relationships, and you don't exactly have identifying documents if you wanted to try and adopt

I think it'd really reach a stressful breaking point if you and the strike force go to another universe to fight an anomaly and Miguel catches you staring out into the crowd of people you just saved and he sees what youre looking at instantly and his heart sinks. Another you, another normal you, never bitten by a Spider, is standing there with her husband and her little sputtering baby, and he has to all but drag you away as you cry "it's not fair, it's not fair, why does SHE get a normal life!!"

Sidebar for a moment, I think that's probably also one thing that would be so INFURIATING about the doppelganger stealing your life story because THEY have a home universe and YOU don't. They take your life, they take literally everything you have left, your friends, your sense of community, your literal purpose. I've already decided on YTs motivations but could you imagine you finding out YouTwo actually has a decent life and maybe even a husband and kid of their own and you're just furious because they're basically abandoning their duties back home not only as a Spider but as a parent/spouse to steal what YOU have? You can't kill them because it would break their canon and kill like countless people but Miguel and the others would def let you beat the shit out of your evil double and get some of your anger out. Like. Jesus could you imagine Miguel kicks you out thinking you're the fake and after you're gone, YouTwo breaks canon and that's what exposes them, or theyre exposed when they eventually take a trip back home and get caught. The Society's regret, the guilt, the anger, just marinate me with the drama

But anyways back to Being Sad and Babycrazy, you go missing one day and Miguel has to decide what to do when he finally tracks your bracelet and you're back in THAT dimension again. He has to physically track you down using your bracelet's signal because you refuse to answer his messages and you're, in the home of the other you while she takes a brief nap, in the nursery, holding her baby. Miguel quietly climbs through the window and you're in a rocking chair and you've got her hugged to your chest and your eyes are closed and you sense him and, obviously cry because you know you have to leave. Unlike with the holograms he doesn't give you any leeway on this, putting his foot down that this has to end here, this cant go on, this is already so dangerous. And, you're good for him and understand, leaving the baby back in its crib as you and Miguel warp away. You're heartbroken but ultimately understanding when he has to disable your watch's ability to visit that specific dimension again, and you're obviously extremely depressed for a while, having multiple Spiders coming to check in on you as word spreads around that you aren't doing well

I can just see Reader becoming kind of desperate because the only options for a baby you really have left is to either 1. get a serious relationship, which you're scared of because you have to trust that person and who can you even pick, you're nervous about breaking canon or something, or 2. Get some random person to impregnate you so you can run off with the baby

Miguel gets a call from Peter B that you went to a bar and you're EXTREMELY wasted as you try to pick someone, ANYONE up and like, you have admirers for sure but there's enough decent people around to keep the creeps in line, clearly you are in a vulnerable state of mind right now, and Miguel gets to tote your drunken ass back home as you drunkenly word vomit all your feelings to him because, unfortunately for you, he has your trust, and you need comfort right now, and you even ask him about what being a parent was like for him. You encouragingly tell him he shouldn't give up if he still wants kids, you trying to be genuinely nice and not trying to imply anything, blubbering about how he deserves to still be happy and he's still got time, and here's Miguel who's practically tracking your cycles at this point, TOTALLY not going to use anything you say to him while you're piss-drunk against you

Especially if you add ABO into the mix and you have a Miguel who's either Alpha/Omega and is already babycrazy af and he sees you literally fucking YEARNING for it, like. You've got a 6'9" Alpha basically looking at you, his poor lil Omega crush, with the big yandere goo goo eyes and how you need all this love and support and stability and how you're in need of a proper husband and of course he's all too willing to volunteer himself for the job. Even if he's too awkward to come right out to you and say it, he'll be thinking in his head and planning behind your back ways to take care of you, keep you away from any drugs/alcohol (no more smoking weed with metro boomin Spiderman, you've gotta detox your body to have a baby! Also, different concept but, Miguel basically keeping you in a bubble to control all your meals and recreational activities and all of that so he can make sure you're perfectly healthy for a baby)

Don't let this man catch you slipping up! Throw you to the Spider Society and you'll come back pregnant 😭 he sees you so depressed and wanting a baby and it's like well, if your life needs new meaning, he can help literally make one for you 😏 he's been feeling protective and nurturing of you anyways, so, it's an extra benefit for him to think of getting to have both you AND a little baby of your very own ❤️

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Happy Monday lovely fandom. Lots to love about this one. Their opening scene is *chefs kiss* Some good Metro Tim. Really good Tim SL in general. Love this episode it’s fantastic for a lot of reasons. Let us begin shall we?

5x19 A Hole in the World.

We start off with some domestic Chenford and I’m here for it. Gimme. Lucy is studying in what looks to be one of Tim’s shirts. *squee* Pen in her bun looking all kinds of adorable. Tim stumbles out of her bedroom looking dead on his feet. Lucy having coffee ready for her sleepy boyfriend is everything. Her soft voice and excited features when she sees him is so precious. Gah she loves this man.

Ecstatic she gets to see him before work. Spend a little time together. She asks when he got in? Tim replying depends on what day it is? Ha Poor tired Tim. Lucy shooting back 'That bad huh?' Tim saying he’s eighty percent sure it’s Thursday LOL Lucy crushing his dreams telling him it’s Tuesday….His face is too funny. Poor man needs a day off in bed and snuggle time with his wife.

Lucy asks him what he was working on last night? I just love the whole feel in this scene. Him waking up all sleepy. Lucy is there happy to greet him. Little banter. Asking about what he’s working on. Married vibes in this moment. Lucy saying she stayed up incase she would catch him. Hoping the guy would turn himself in. Risking losing sleep to see her man. My Heart.

Tim says he did show up though. Showing her his battle scar. I saw a great parallel about this moment. That in past she had to ask if he was ok. Now he just shares it with her. She doesn't have to wonder. *happy sigh* Then we get the most glorious thing of all she calls him ‘Babe.’ Which I absolutely love. I think it’s so fitting for her to call him this. Unpopular opinion alert. I hate ‘baby.’ I legit cringe when I see it in a fic. Will straight bounce if it’s used to death as well. Just doesn’t seem like them IMO.

Babe seems much more fitting. Until I hear that word come out of either of their mouths. (Not counting Dim/Juicy) I can’t accept it as canon in my brain. Anyways that rant is over ha I love the concern and the way she softly touches his wound. Wanting to fix it for him. Can we talk about the tight fitting tank top and scruff? My god this man is trying to kill me. Sleepy scruffy Tim in his jams is welcome anytime. Give me more tank top Tim as well while we're at it. Loving that he has a hoodie there when he wakes up.

Which lends credence to my drawer theory. Man is keeping clothes there. I’m melting from all of these things at once. This is a fantastic opening scene for them. I love the way he shows her his wound first thing. Wanting her to make it better. The softest of humans around his girl. The way she gently touches it has me reeling. You know part of him showed her so she’d love on him a bit. Lucy jumped all over that and a sweet pet name to boot. I’m in heaven.

Lucy mentioning it was confident of this guy to try and take on 5 metro officers. I'm losing my mind over how once Tim is seated he’s not close enough for her. So Lucy pulls him even closer. Personal space wasn’t a word they knew before they were together. It’s non existent now that they are. Lucy lights up like a Christmas tree once he’s in front of her. Look at her above. Best thing to happen to her morning is him being there.

That line from 2x05 'They look so happy. I want that.' Now she has it and it looks good on her. Tim’s content ‘Mmm' and head tilt has me melting after she pulls him closer. His sweet gone for her smile and rubbing her arm. I'm a puddle. He is just as happy to be near her. Literally so content to share a quiet morning with his girl *internal screaming* They’re so adorable they might kill me. I’ll be writing the remaining reviews from the great beyond. So damn soft I’m on a cloud.

Once Tim is able to tear himself from her loving gaze he sees she’s studying. Genuinely confused asking what this is all is? I love her playful hit. Thinking he's pulling her leg. Tim is so baffled by this. She reminds him she’s studying for the detectives exam. Then questioning if she told him. I mean she might’ve but the man is sleep deprived and doesn’t know what day it is so...LOL

Tim replying he doesn’t think so? Lucy explaining why she’s going for it. Tim asking if she got the tap? Lucy is beaming when she tells him Harper and Lopez are backing her. (Of course they are. They know what a BAMF she is) Lucy looks so excited to share this news with him. Look at how proud he is of her. Exuding from that sexy smile of his. These are the moments where he’s that big softy for her.

Look at this love struck man. So proud of her he can’t stand it. Lucy starting with a little bit of self doubt. Saying with skepticism all she has to do is score in the top 12. Tim cuts her off before she can doubt herself any further. Saying she will. He knows how good of a test taker she is. Also how incredibly intelligent she is. He is her biggest fan and makes my heart so happy. Something that hasn’t changed from friends to more. Tim’s unwavering faith she will be amazing. No doubt in his mind about her crushing this.

From day one all he’s wanted is for her to succeed. To have an amazing career. Such the supportive husband not letting her doubt herself at all. I love her ‘Mmm’ as she leans in for their kiss. Heart eyes galore for him. Knowing that’s what he’s doing fo her. Her smile before she goes in for their kiss. *dreamy sigh* Always needing more than one kiss so they sneak in a second one. Forever love that. Such a great shot of a really cute morning kiss.

I adore the look on his face when he pulls back. That whole she fell first he fell harder resonating here in that look. The sweet rubbing of her arm getting me in feels as well. Can't keep his hands off her. Tim saying they better get used to not seeing each other then. Lucy adding in sadly yes. Between his hours and detective hours it'll be harder. Can see the sadness wash over her. Just as devastated by this idea as she was at the end of 5x12. Hating the idea of being apart from him so much. I do love Tim’s confidence it’ll be ok though.

Reminds me of Lucy’s in 5x12 and her talk with Tamara. Saying how they’d figure it out and they did. Little rocky but they did. This is a new obstacle for them to overcome is all. I love his wink at her when he tells her they’ll figure it out. It is fun to see their dynamic shift a little bit. Lucy being worried they’ll see less of each other. The worry is etched on her face. Tim being the positive one blows me away. Knowing they got this. Now that doesn’t mean they don’t need to have a deeper convo about this.

They for sure do. But I adore the depth of change in this man. With Lucy by his side there isn’t much he isn’t willing to do to figure it out. What happens when you are truly and unconditionally loved. Lucy has brought out this entirely new side of him and I love it so very much. Also it’s good for them to have these issues to work through. It’ll be productive for them even if it hurts a little along the way. Why productive angst is the best. Hurts so good and all that.

Nothing I love more than watching Tim in Metro mode. Hot damn. Fair warning he makes me very feral in this section. I have no regrets. Grey has looped in Tim and his team to watch Joel. Surveil him since he is a huge person of interest. Something about the the way he commands his team. Does things to me. Watching how he has plans in place.

Communicates everything so seamlessly. Just the complete control he has over this OP got me all hot and bothered not gonna lie. This case is serious but I can’t ignore how much I love watching him in the field. Especially with Metro. Phew lord. So much certainty in his commands and decisions. Crossed my legs couple times watching him in action not gonna lie LOL

We haven’t really gotten to see him on a mission yet. Be apart of patrol's mission's yes. But run his own OP that is exclusively Metro that we get to see? Haven't gotten that. I loved being able to watch him in his new element. Making calls on the fly as the situation develops. Then we get to see how he reacts under massive pressure running a team. He is watching Joel and it's obvious he is trying to split his team up. Tim can see his play from a mile away. Tim decides last minute to split them up in case. His seasoned gut coming into play in this decision. He's such a damn boss in this portion. Fanning myself as I watch him run this OP.

If you can watch him in this portion and not be turned on by his boss leadership I'm shocked.... and you're probably lying to yourself. LMAO Man is making me very thirsty in this scene. Just watching him have absolute control over everything around him is incredibly attractive. I need some water. *phew* We watch the hard choices he has to make during this OP. Joel has taken a motorcycle and they’re chasing him.

It’s getting more dangerous the faster he goes to get away. One of his guys is in pursuit and says he can keep up with him. The issue is he's in a car and Joel is not. Tim lets him pursue Joel till it gets too risky. Joel is going 130 entering the free way on that motorcycle. Tim makes the call to pull the plug despite some protest from his guy. He does as Tim tells him to and backs off.

He can't ensure no collateral damage due to the pursuit. Can't have an innocent family possibly get hurt to do it. Having to let him go despite wanting to pursue him. We can see how having to make this call frustrates Tim. It was the right call but damn it sucks. Once again love watching him in the field. Imma need more Metro Tim OP's in s6 writers just an FYI.

We return to Lucy at the station. They were able to locate Joel at an abandoned house. The kid was saved and removed thankfully. Sadly Tim had to shoot Joel once they entered and located him. He died on the scene. Didn’t leave him any choice in the matter. The shakiness in Lucy’s voice kills me as she approaches Nyla. Needing her guidance in this moment. Very stressed Tim still isn't back from IA yet.

She’s so worried about Tim and her anxiety is coming off her in waves. Harper being the amazing human can see this. She is tells her it’s ok. Harper can see how unsettled Lucy is. So she tries to calm her with some logic. Telling her that these types of interviews with IA are very through. They take awhile. That Tim will be fine. Lucy still looks like she hasn’t taken a breath though. That she can't do that till he's in her sights.

Tim makes his way into the bullpen and Lucy looks on verge of tears for him. That pull to go towards him is innate. Harper stops her when she sees Lucy move towards him. Telling her to let him talk to Grey first. She loves him so much. The look in her eyes when she sees him and her eyes follow him across the room. Ugh. My heart. Worried girlfriend mode has been activated and she can’t turn it off. There is just so much love in her expression and intense worry. A deep need to automatically make this better for him.

We can see how much she is longing to be near him. Wants to wrap him up in her arms and erase his pain. You can feel the anxiety coursing through her as she watches him make his way to Grey’s office. No one worries and cares for Tim like Lucy does that’s for sure. Plus her empathy is absorbing it all as well. She’s hurting because he is and it’s killing her to be away from him. But she is good and heeds Nylas advice to let him go for now….

The scene in Grey’s office has me crying. Gah Eric damn you and your amazing acting. He is WRECKED. Absolutely wrecked. Barely keeping it together in front of Wade. You can see the tears brimming in his eyes. He’s so emotional right now and trying so very hard to keep it in check. I'm so glad that they had this scene. Touched on how traumatic this was for Tim. Wasn’t glossed over. This scene showing the impact it had on him. Not only did he take a life but it was another cop's. One who KNEW Tim would have to pull the trigger if he forced his hand. Joel took the cowards way out. Made Tim pay the price for his exit.

Grey can see how distraught he is. The tears in this man’s eyes are breaking me. If Lucy could see this he would be in her arms so quickly. But she isn’t. I'm so glad he saw Wade first he needed this. Was important for Grey to absolve him in this moment. To hear it from someone who was his mentor and superior at one time. Not that Lucy’s opinion or help isn’t valid or wouldn’t help him. It will. He just needed to hear it from Grey first. That what he did was the right thing.

It’s why Harper suggested he see him first. Before she does. Logically Tim knows all the things he’s telling him. But he’s an emotional time bomb right now. So Grey reminds him that he had no choice. That he was dangerous. Tim repeating ‘I know’ because he does. Doesn’t change how he’s feeling though. I love Wade asking if there’s anything he can do? Tim gives his longest answer telling him to let him get back to him. Such a good scene. Broke my heart but damn good.

We return to our lovely couple catching up in the hallway. What a glow up this is I have to say. Going from hiding to Lucy being on his arm in front of the whole bullpen. The PDA in front of the station got me all in my feels. My heart may implode from how happy this makes me. Love her linking arms with one hand and touching his arm with the other. His reply to her question is such growth for him.

Before when he was keyed up he would just be angry. Lash out at those around him or push his feelings down and pretend he was ok. The fact that he can say he’ll be okay is huge. Tells her this calmly too. What a change in him. I remember seeing good parallel for this. His answer to Nell in 1x12 deflecting 'Yeah' and his reply to Angela in 2x11 when he was upset raging out. That he was fine just needed to blow off steam. With Lucy he's honest and doesn't deflect or explode. How far we've come.

Makes a massive difference when you’re loved by the right person. Lucy tries to be super soft in her approach. It’s why she’s does the soft touch first. It disarms him and she can speak her anxiety. Let out all the advice she’s been dying to say since he got back. Wanting so badly to soothe his raging emotions. Tim cuts her off and says it’s not the first time for him. Being bristly at first because it is still a default mode for him. Grown a lot but still getting used to the love and support of this woman next to him.

Lucy doesn’t let it stop her from being extra soft with him. She looks like she just wants absorb all his pain. Her eyes screaming as much as she touches her hand to his heart. Telling him she just wants to be helpful. Desperate to absolve him of this. He immediately melts at her touch and reverts back to soft Tim. Especially with her motives being so damn pure and in favor of helping him heal. Two episodes in a row she soothes him with just a simple touch. God I love them.

Tim thanks her eternally grateful for this woman in front of him. That she loves him and cares enough to do so. Put him first even when he’s slightly bristly still. Just like before they were together she doesn’t care if he is. Her main objective is to take care of him. He rubs her arm in the same affectionate manner as he did in their morning scene. This sweet touch speaking volumes for him. He’s so used to doing this stuff alone. To not have someone to be there in the aftermath.

But having her there for him changes everything. That realization melting his bristly reply from earlier. Heart eyes for days the two of them. In front of the entire station and I can’t get over it. Lucy giving him massive ones in reply to his thank you. Wanting so much to just make it better for him. Feeling like she isn't doing enough to help him though this. It's the way her body sags in that third gif. Wishing there was more she could do for him.

Tim needing the distraction from his emotions asking if she needs help? We watch Lucy melt like a puddle in front of him in the second gif. Loving him asking her if she needs it. Because despite the distraction it provides he genuinely wants to help her. Then we get a glorious call back to 2x02. Him basically recognizing all she did for him then in this moment. Knowing he wouldn’t be a sergeant without her. Without the books she recorded for him. Helping him study etc. Getting verbal recognition all these years later from him.

I too am a puddle Lucy. Not only recognizing her for what she did but telling her he wouldn’t have gotten score he did without her. (He really wouldn't have...) It’s here we see the scene go from serious to flirty as hell. Lucy touching his chest once again with her finger. Saying that’s true he owes her. Lucy seems so excited by this idea. Ready to cash in this long owed debt of his. Tim is smiling when she pokes him. Not an agitated bone in that man's body over this.

Tim is sassy af in his reply. Telling her he doesn’t owe her. Even though he was just a marshmallow and admitted as such moments ago... The flirty way she grabs his jacket. Oh my lord. The look in her eye as she walks away. Eyeing his lips and pulling on his jacket. Sweet lord this man is powerless before her. He knows it. Doesn’t fight her very long just says ‘Okay’ and goes after his girl. Never seen a man be so happy to be whipped in my life.

He is so ok that she runs this relationship for most part. We all know he actually loves this. Assertive Lucy is one of his favorites. Look at Lucy giving the orders and Tim following her lead no question. How times have changed folks. Broke his brain once again and all he can do is be in awe and follow after her. Such a goner for her and he’s very happy with this setup.

Follows her like a lost puppy out the door. Only Lucy could bring him back from the brink like this. Go from being upset and in his head to chasing after her. I love the amount of flirty sex talk these to have without ever really saying so. It’s amazing. Lucy definitely is owed a debt my god. He’s the one who passed the test but not without her help. Just like in 4x18 a debt is owed sir LOL Damn I love these two so very much it’s insane. S5 was a glorious gift. Kept on giving. Also if you’re needing a post 5x19 fic. D wrote an excellent one I highly recommend.

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Side notes -non Chenford

Lucy is so excited when she runs up to Harper at the station. Ready to sign up for the detectives exams. Telling Nyla she’s ready for this test. Harper is beaming saying she has no doubt. Then Smitty comes up and ruins everything. Saying one of the defective have out it out for her. We knew the 5 player trade could bite her… and it looks like it has Primm found out and isn’t happy about it. Be interesting to see how this will develop on s6.

Aaron’s face when Lucy calls herself one of the cool kids LOL hey man she is... haha

This Ep is Sooo good reminds me why I love this show as a whole. So emotional with Celina’s SL. Makes me cry thinking about my niece and nephew. There would be scorched earth for whoever got between me and them. This was the ep really made me love Celina. I wasn’t sure at first but this changed that. Her forgiving her mom is huge. Makes me cry.

I love Lucy being a BAMF with that offender. Putting him right in his own place when he gets defensive about it being harassment. Never be over how she's come into her own as a cop.

Angela looking up air tagging her kids LOL love her I really do haha

Thank you to my amazing readers who like, comment (love these) and reblogs. You are the reason I do what I do. I shall see you all in 5x20 :)

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Support System pt. 9

Roy Kent x Reader - domestic fluff and hints of further spice to come 😍

CH1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7 | CH 8

MASTERLIST

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You're enjoying the hottest shower you can bear and also not looking forward to going back to your poor water pressure trickle when he taps on the door. 

"Why you knocking?" You laugh over the pounding water. 

"Don't want to catch you doing something you don't want me to know about, " he says with a wink. You turn the shower off and step into the towel he's holding out. "Your phones been going mad, I hope you don't mind but I wanted to check it wasn't Lexie?" 

"Thank you, course I don't." You take the phone and look through the notifications. "Lots from your sister, she's seen the red carpet pictures… shit, the pictures!" You keep scrolling, reaching with your other hand to hold onto his t-shirt. He takes you hand and kisses the palm. "Ah. Here we go." You hold it up to show him. A slew of messages and missed calls from Andy. 

"Fuck. What a knob. Come on, I've made tea. Do you want to read them while I get angry or the other way around?" 

"Ooh we can switch and both get angry."

"Can't do that, you look really hot when you're mad and we haven't got enough time for that."

"Uhh you need talk? Jamie asked me last night if permanent concussion was a thing from all the times you've headbutted him." He holds his hands up, backing out the door. 

"I deny everything." He leaves you to pull on some leggings and one of his Richmond t-shirts (no name on the back). You bounce down the stairs, your heels from the night before discarded at the bottom. Your dress had been left there too but Roy's obviously rescued it and draped it over the back of the sofa. 

"Thank you for saving the dress." You tiptoe to kiss his cheek. 

"It's only down here so I can put it on you again and then take it back off." 

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't think we had time for that this morning?" You tease. You sit up on one of the barstools and he steps between your legs, holding out a piece of toast.

"We don't, but I can look at it and dream." He sneaks a kiss before passing your breakfast and moves to stand behind you. 

"I see what you're doing, feed me, put me in a good mood before I have to read these stupid messages?"

"Is it working?" He kisses your neck. 

"No."

"Yes," a laugh which makes you shiver.

"Fine, yes. OK, what have we got…" You unlock the phone and open Andy’s contact page. "Ready?" He nods into your shoulder.

" Now I see why you said no to getting back together. Starting tame, also he's not wrong. I'll allow it. You look like a slag in that dress. Juicy, god I haven't heard the word slag for years!" Roy growls. " I'm guessing Lexie doesn't know. She will when she wakes up. Hmm. OK. I mean, she likes you so I think we can cope with that situation. I think she'll be OK?"

"She's a fucking great kid, smart as hell. She'll be OK." He assures you. 

"There's more. He must have been pretty drunk by these I think. Bet he can't even fuck you with that dodgy knee. Uhhh, better than anyone. Ever. Ever." You feel his grin against your neck. "Don't get a big head."

"Not my head." He laughs, his beard and warm breath tickling you. 

"Ohhh stop doing that. Moving on. I'm sorry you dint really look like a slut. or slag. Ah, spelling and memory are becoming an issue. Oh god, he's back to sex. No idea why, he has literally zero to brag about. can't believe that wanker gets to fuck you in that dress bitch I wud fuk u better. Wow, that one is a real mess. Its the last one, I'm guessing he passed out after that because that last bit is just wishful thinking on his part."

"Didn't he have Lexie?"

"She went to his mums I think, he was going to the West Ham match."

"Good fucking job, if I find out he's getting wasted while she's with him-" You spin the seat around to face him again,

"You'll do nothing. I'll rip his dick off with my bare hands though." 

"Fuck me, you're hot when you're angry." 

"I should go and get her. I just need to check where from. Are you with Jamie today?"

"Yeah, but I can see him later if you want me to come with you?"

"I'll be OK. How shall we tell her? Do you want to be there?" 

"Your call babe, whatever you think she'd prefer? I'd rather not scare the shit out of her." 

"I'll get her and go back to mine. You could come over when you're done later if you want? If she asks me, I won't lie to her but if she doesn't, then we can tell her together? I'll cook for you for a change." 

"Perfect. Do me a favour?"

"Anything." 

"Wear this when you pick her up." He traces over your heart where it turns out, his name is on the shirt embroidered above the Richmond logo. 

"Baby, I would turn up in a full kit with your name on the back. Knee socks included, and football boots, just to piss him off." He kisses you fiercely, 

"Now you're just talking dirty to me," he mutters. 

"Yep, you love it. Come on, I bet Jamie's dying for gossip and I've got to get going." You text Andy while throwing only the important things in your bag. You're sure you've left a breadcrumb trail of your belongings around the house, but you know Roy won't mind. You head out together, the walk taking you both in the same direction for much of the journey. "Did you need to do anything about the photos?"

"Nah, no point in retracting them now and you look fit so the whole world can see them for all I care."

"Including your mum."

"Including my m-, shit, yeah I'd better call her. And your parents? Are they gonna wonder what the fucks going on?"

"I'll take Lexie round that way on our way home I think. Appease them."

"Nice one. Right, this is the Tartt's palace. See you later. Good luck, don't fucking kill him without me there to watch."

"Hmm I'll try. Don't make Jamie vom, he was trying really hard not to get too drunk last night but I don't think he was very successful."

"Story of his life. Love you." You smile up at him, 

"Love you too." Jamie has the door open before Roy's even hallway through the gate, waving at you. You wave back and carry on up to Andy’s mum's house. She had been largely on your side up to now, annoyed with Andy for breaking up the family and worried that she'd see less of Lexie because of it. You'd reassured her repeatedly, taken Lexie in for tea on the way home from school, picked up bits of shopping for her and gently tried to let her know that nothing had to change between them. You weren't so sure that would be the case this morning. 

 

~~~~~~~~

 

Andy’s car was on the drive so you braced yourself. 

"Darling girl, come in! Tea?"

"Hi Daph, yes please. I've only had time for one this morning." So far, so good. 

"Sore head?" She asked knowingly. 

"Not too bad. I suspect someone else is more hungover than me."

"You're not wrong. Did he give you crap?"

"A bit. How was Lex?"

"Oh golden, we had a lovely night. She's none the wiser by the way." She leads you from your hushed conversation in the hallway to her kitchen where Lexie sat eating breakfast and Andy hovered with a coffee in hand.

"Morning poppet, did you have a good night with Gran?"

"Yeah, we watched the new Matilda film!"

"And she hasn't stopped singing the songs yet!" Lexie grinned at her Gran.

"Show me later. Did you do your homework with Dad?" She nodded through a mouthful of cereal. Andy had yet to acknowledge you so far. "Shall we pop and see Nanny and Pop-pop on the way home?" Her face lights up, Andy grunts from the corner of the room. 

"Something to tell the folks eh?"

"Nothing we haven't already talked about." You quickly come up with the white lie. You don't want him to have the satisfaction that you're on clean up duty today. Lexie finishes her breakfast, puts her bowl in the sink and gives Daph a big hug. 

"Thank you Gran."

"Anytime pickle. Have a lovely week at school."

"And bye to Dad?" You prompt her, finishing your tea. You manage to leave without being cornered by Andy, it's pretty clear that his mum has told him to keep his mouth shut, so the short distance to your parents is a happy one. Your dad is already in the garden checking his plants and you can see your mum in the kitchen window beaming at Lexie. "Morning!" You call out, Lexie runs straight in so you go to your dad first. "Hiya dad." 

"Morning poppet," the same nickname you use for Lexie makes you smile. "Saw the paper."

"Hmm I thought you might have."

"Isn't he an almighty arsehole? I saw him on Sky Sports news, proper miserable bugger." You laugh at your dad's straight to the point question. 

"I still need to talk to Lexie, so I can't really talk about it too much, but he's so lovely dad. He's a grumpy fucker but he loves me, and Lexie too. It's early days, but he makes me very happy." Your dad stays quiet, just a grunt of acknowledgement. 

"I'll see about that. You'll bring him?"

"Soon, let's get the season finished first. It's a busy couple of weeks."

"Any luck on the job front?"

"Not yet."

"I hope you're not planning on just letting him support you? I didn't raise you like that."

"Dad! Course I'm not!" It stings a bit that he'd even ask that. You leave him to his tomato plants and go in to your mum. 

"Morning, love. Good night?"

"Yeah, thank you." Lexie is distracted by the baking your mum has already started, "you're not going to ask if I'm in it for the money as well are you?" Your mum laughs, 

"Don't be daft. Nice t-shirt," she notes. "Does the situation make you happy?" She asks cryptically for Lexie's benefit. 

"Very."

"Well that's enough for me for now. More details to follow though please. And you looked beautiful, my sweetheart."

"Thank you."

"He's very handsome. The only reason I'd put up with your dad watching Sky Sports news, really. Don't tell him I said that."

"I'm not telling either of them. Don't want him leaving me for my hot mum!" You stay long enough for Lexie the bottomless pit to have one of your mums famed apple muffins and pack up a couple to take for Roy, thankful that they can't ask too much with Lexie around. You plan to walk home via the park so text Sara who meets you with Phoebe. 

"How did the parental rounds go? Roy called this morning, said you'd have to deal with Andy's mum as well?"

"The mums are fine, I think. Turns out he's got a good fanbase in older women." 

"Oh that'll be his yoga women theory rumbled then. So confident they have no idea who he is! Like their husbands aren't all glued to weekend football."

"My dad asked if I was a golddigger."

"Ouch, rude!"

"Just making sure I'm not throwing my career away."

"What career?" She sniggers. 

"Oi, cheek!" 

"You looked so great together last night. The pictures were amazing."

"It didn't even cross my mind that they'd get attention like that. I wasn't expecting damage control this morning, or to have to tell those two so soon." You look over at where the girls are playing. 

"Phebs hasn't mentioned it yet, but it won't take long. You haven't got to see the playground parents tomorrow have you? That'll be fun, they love a bit of extracurricular shagging!"

"No, she's at breakfast club thankfully! I'm going to tell her this afternoon." 

"Good idea, gotta do it before anyone else can." You say goodbye with plans to watch the following week's Man City game together with the girls and to catch up in the week at school. 

 

~~~~~~~~

 

You're considering tackling the mountain of washing and more job applications when the front door knocks. Lexie, who's been quiet all morning, jumps up to open it. You can just about see the front door from the kitchen, so the first thing you see is Roy handing Lexie a bunch of pink tulips. 

"For me?" She squeaks, "really?"

"Is that OK?"

"Only mum has ever brought me flowers before! Mum! Roy brought me flowers!" She rushes in to show you, shaking the bunch in her little fist.

"Oh honey, they're beautiful! Shall I help you put them in water?"

"Can you do it? I'm making friendship bracelets."

"'Scuse me?"

"Pleaseee?"

"That's better, yes, I can do that for you." She puts the flowers on the table and runs back to the living room, high fiving Roy on the way past. "Someone is on the charm offensive." 

"Oh big time," he pulled another bunch from behind his back, peonies.

"How did you know?"

"Dunno what you're talking about." He checked the door before kissing you lightly, you cock your head to one side, "alright yeah, Lexie told me last week when you were out shopping with Sar."

"I knew you were a softy really."

"Only for you, don't get destroying my fucking tough man image."

"I wouldn't dream of it. I like that side too. Did you make Jamie vomit?"

"Unfortunately no. Did you kill anyone?"

"Unfortunately no. Bad mornings all round." He hasn't moved from your side yet and keeps looking to the door. "I think you're safe. She's making Richmond coloured bracelets for the match, we're watching with your mum and sister."

"So I've heard, means I'd better tell my mum about you then." At the knowledge that you shouldn't be interrupted for a few moments, he takes the opportunity to crowd you against the counter and really kiss you. You tilt your head to give you both better access and he sweeps his tongue over your bottom lip before biting it. The small gesture sends a wave of pleasure through your body and your hands go to the hem of his t-shirt of their own accord. You slide them just underneath enough to feel the warm skin on his stomach. The lightest scratch of your nails so close to the waistband of his jeans makes him growl into the kiss. "I've got to stop," he groans, pulling away from you. You can't help the desperate, needy moan at the loss of contact, and the look he gives you from that sound alone is enough to leave you trembling. You take a second to get your breath back and go back to sorting out the flowers. "Has she asked?" He questions once it feels safe enough to talk again. 

"Not yet. I'm going to go and talk to her, you're welcome to come with me?" He squeezes your hand reassuringly but makes sure to let it go once you're in the living room. "Hey, Lex? I need to tell you some that you might end up hearing about from someone else, I wanted to be able to tell you first though?" She sits up and starts measuring your wrist for a friendship bracelet.

"Is it about Roy?"

"Uhh yeah, how did you know?" She shrugs,

"He's here. And he brought flowers." You nod, 

"Right, of course. Yeah, it's about Roy. He asked me out to a fancy party last night. You might see some pictures of us-"

"Have you got them, can I see now?"

"Sure, I just need to get my phone." You're about to stand when Roy passes you his phone instead, and you see the lockscreen is one of the pictures from the night before. You hold it out to her, 

"You guys look so cute." Roy grunts at being called 'cute', "It's true!" She says, taking up his wrist to measure him for a bracelet. "So he's like, your boyfriend?" You steal a quick look at him, his eyebrows raise in anticipation of your answer. 

"Yeah. Is that ok?" Lexie shrugs,

"Sure, you're cooler than dad's new girlfriend but they broke up already. And now I get to meet footballers and hang out with Phoebe even more. She said we could be cousins and I told her I didn't have any so she said we should definitely do that. Can we?"

"Let's ummm… cousins is a very big step for you both. You really need to make sure you're ready so just slow down a bit there." Roy is sniggering at the big deal you've made cousins out to be, but Lexie is having none of it. 

"Mum, I think we'd be OK. We're nearly 9. We're not babies. I think you should just be brave and let us do it."

"Thanks for that input bunny, I'll take the cousins thing super seriously, ok?" She accepts your suggestion and thankfully drops the conversation. In the safety of the kitchen, you lean into him and let his arms wrap around you. "That was so scary. Why are 8 year olds so fucking terrifying?!"

"You were the shit, I fucking loved that." He laughs, his chest rumbling against yours. You stand together until Roy's phone rings and disturbs you. "It's Phoebe. Alright love?" He asks her. You can hear the squeal through the phone but can't make out what she's actually saying. You move away from Roy and give him a big thumbs up and a: you got this ! He doesn't look convinced, despite you only just telling him how scary it was. You can only hear his side of the call. "Nan saw the pictures? Yeah it was a fucking great dress. Yeah alright, I owe you. Worth it. No, this doesn't mean you're cousins now. You can be cousins when I tell you so. Cos it'll be up to me! Phoebe, put nan on the phone. Mum? Yeah she's OK. I'll come and see you tomorrow. I will, love you." He hangs up and you wait. "Phoebe is suddenly obsessed with cousins and mum wanted to check you were ok." You smile,

"I think that went well then. All the mums are on board, all the kids, I'm claiming the win." 

 

You cooked dinner, as promised and let Lexie watch a film with Roy afterwards while you packed her school bag and your work things. He left at her bedtime, leaving you with a kiss at the door. 

"Maybe Roy could have a sleepover next time, mum," she said halfway to sleep, "but you can't steal all the covers or he'll get cold."

"Thanks poppet, I'll make sure I don't steal the covers."

~~~~~~~~

[synchodai]

HotD Episode 7 Live Reaction

But if you close your eyes, does it always feel like nothing's changed at all. But at least there be dragons.

I stiil don't like that Seasmoke fell in Addam's lap. Addam should have been the one to actively claim Seasmoke. I just really don't like HBO's insistence on "power is better wielded by those who don't want it."

"I may appear lowborn but I know much and more of service." Those two statements shouldn't have a "but" between them.

Maester Orwyle continues to be the surprise MVP of the greens.

The Master of Laws Iron Rod getting dialogue? The rumor mill works fast in Westeros.

I like that the nobility are putting so much resistance to lowborn claiming dragons. If there's anything that threatens highborn, it's social mobility.

For "20 years the lords of this realm levied insults against my sons," Jace confirmed to be 20. So he's just one year younger than Aegon? Now that wouldn't make sense because Rhaenyra wasn't even married during Aegon's first nameday during that hunt episode. Good to know Jace has been aged up though. He, Aegon, and Cregan are probably all in the same ballpark age.

I love Addam's acting, he's almost as expressive as TGC. But why are the interaction scenes on this show so short? "The family doesn't know how to communicate their feelings" yeah, yeah, but at least write down for them to have SOMETHING to say. Corlys came to this room literally just to say 6 words.

They should have given Oscar Tully red hair to make him stand out from the Riverlords. The scales on his armor are cool, but there should be more to visually signal that this kid is basically a petty king.

The camera following it's actors from the back is kinda...not doing it for me. I don't wanna see their hunched backs, I want to look at the sets and their faces.

"We honor the old ways." Most of y'all don't, though? Only certain houses in the Riverlands worship the Old Gods, one of them being the Blackwoods who are being accused of going against the "old ways." What do the HBO writers think the "old ways" mean?

Out of all decapitations on this series, this one had the least punch. Music and sound design did all the heavy lifting.

STOP SHOWING THEIR BACKS I DON'T WANNA SEE THE ACTORS' BACKS ANYMORE

Also, I can't imagine how this war will end if the Blackwoods aren't black loyalists. With Daemon executing their House head, I don't see them being that enthusiastic about supporting Rhaenyra anymore. Are they just gonna replace Benjicot with Oscar? And Aly is just...gone now? Who's gonna stop Cregan Stark then?

Again, we're just letting whoever inside the king's room even when he says they can't come in? Guards really suck on this show.

Alyn's voice is like honey. I could listen to this man read audio books.

And they just let the Targaryen princess run off like that? The guards on this show really suuuuuuuuck.

Poor Rickard Thorne dragged into Alicent's impromptu camping trip.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEY JACE, LOVE CLASSIST JACE. LOVE AEGON'S DREAM CRITICAL JACE. EEEEEY JACE AWARE THAT WHEN RHAENYRA DIES PEOPLE WON'T ACCEPT HIM. LOVE LOVE LOVE IT. Finally some character drama and juicy interpersonal conflict that makes sense with characters clearly stating their stance through dialogue and we don't have to fill in the blanks as the audience. I was so starved. They actually made what was in the book better with this one.

I like Hugh the Hammer's new storyline, sue me. It's a cliche call-to-adventure fantasy peg, but I like it.

"I need more dragons to end bloodshed." Rhaenyra, what do you think dragons do? Rhaenyraaaaaaa

Beautiful Vermithor shot. And of course they leave all these innocent poor people to the mercy of a merciless behemoth. Ugh, beautiful, blood sacrifice, cruelty, impressive sfx, yessss.

CLAIM THAT DRAGON. CLAIM THAT DRAGON. DO IT NAMED CHARACTER, you have a name and backstory so you can do it!

"Come on!!!" Vermithor: Well...when you put it like that, I suppose.

Nana Silverwing! She looks gorgeous.

WAIT, WHY DID THEY TAKE HER TO KING'S LANDING??? WHY IS KL AND DRAGONSTONE LITERALLY 5 MINUTES AWAY

[rowretro]

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

WARNINGS: Hardcore Drug usage, underage drinking/smoking, abuse

✧taglist✧: (Idk if there is anyone who asked, but Im starting to confuse every taglist on each series)

✧CHAPTER 4✧

“Are you seriously high this early in the morning? The first lesson hasn’t even started yet fucksake y/n… Riki can’t race tonight because of your junkie ass.” Heeseung complained as the girl rolled her eyes. “Im sober when i'm high or drunk broski, not my fault he’s weak” y/n added as Heeseung facepalmed. The male had walked in on his high sister, snuggled up with a high Riki who had a race scheduled for this very day, beside them a broken, burnt out guitar that had homework stuffed in. She’s one hell of a bad influence on him.

The male wasn’t racing due to his recent high, he couldn’t take the risk of going on the track, speeding and seeing stars before he even got to the juicy part of his young age. He was too young to die. He hated it. God he’d never even look in the direction of coke ever again… So he called her up to smoke some weed after school. “Why did he even do that shit he’s never even done it before…” Heeseung mumbled as y/n frowned, turning to him “That was his first time?” the girl asked, now feeling bad for even agreeing to do coke with him.

“Yeah, guess he wanted to try and since you're a junkie who knows literally every dealer to even breath in South Korea” Hee added as the girl rolled her eyes “he does weed though right?” She asked as Hee frowned “Yeah, anyone could get weed if you think about it, anyways point is, let him influence you, stop influencing him, if you deal any hardcore drugs with anyone, dad will happily give you his position as a drug lord.” Hee pointed out as the girl turned to him, glaring holes into his head, the poor girl failed to notice the obviously closed door before her as she walked into it, hitting her head pretty hard.

“AHH FUCKING FICKLE HEAD- ” She groaned as she sat on the floor "every goddamn time" Hee snickered. Heeseung sat beside her, the two sitting on the freshly mopped school grounds, by the tall lockers. They had arrived early to school since Heeseung was dropping her off. "You know... Riki used to race illegally... and well some one who had connections to a more legal company saw him and his skills which is how he's so famous now." Heeseung pointed out as he turned to her.

y/n sighed as she took a sip of some cold, refreshing gin out of her flask, as she turned to Heeseung "It's not going to happen Heeseung... racing is just a princess dream." Y/n simply said as Heeseung sighed. If it was anyone other than Heeseung Jungwon or Sunoo who dare to even bring up racing with her, that person oughta go home with a rearranged face. It seems Riki was lucky.

It's funny how something someone loves so dearly and always dreamed of having some day, could turn into something they dread so much, they don't want to even hear anything of it. To y/n racing was her first love, her bittersweet lover who left her with a fresh wound that can never be treated. Maybe she stuff a human in that car shaped hole in her heart.

Heeseung patted her head as he got up "The offers always up if you're down to make your dreams come true." Heeseung said as the girl scoffed "I don't have dreams... dreams are for losers" she remarked. "Well, I know a little 7 year old who always annoys me with her dream plans to be a racer in her flaming pink race car with a nice disco ball inside... I'm sure you wouldn't mind making her dreams come true" Heeseung added with a smile, seeing that she didn't spit any snarky comebacks at him.

"Even if she's being a stubborn, annoying and showing me a little attitude, she's still my baby sister... I'd hate for her dreams to disappear like that" Heeseung simply said before leaving the girl with her own thoughts. It's true, her whole childhood, she always wanted to be a racer. She never actually watched any racing programmes, just the fast and furious movies, her favourite being 2 fast 2 furious. Perhaps why the specific pink colour of car

✧𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓✧

[undercover-stories]

Modern sasunaru fic

“You’re going to overwater it”

“Shut up, I know what I’m doing”

“That’s way too much water”

“It’s my tomato plant. Go away!”

“Naruto’s going to be really sad when he finds out you killed his present”

“I’ve had it for five years. Go away!”

Sasuke literally hiss’s the last two words at his brother, gingerly holding his watering can over the potted plant but just as he’s about to tip it, he stills.

The can is dropped onto the the balcony tile with a furious thump and Sasuke turns around to grab the leaflet Naruto had given him to re-check the instructions. Finding his measurements correct as if he hadn’t memorized every word the second he got home all those years ago after they’d spent the whole day celebrating his 13th birthday with his best friend. Sasuke raises his head and grits his teeth at the barest glint of a smirk on Itachi’s face.

“Made you look”

If Sasuke was angry before, he was absolutely burning with fury now. Putting all his effort into not crumpling the leaflet in his hand (It’s been half a decade since Naruto gave it to him and it’s still in pristine condition and it’s going to stay that way) he points at the sliding door into their apartment.

“Go away!!!”

Itachi gets up and leaves with a shadow of a mischievous smirk still winding his lips and shimmering in his eye. It would’ve been better if the older Uchiha had left cackling. That way Sasuke would actually have a reason to attack him.

With the pest gone, Sasuke returned to his beloved plant to continue his care. Snipping off dried leaves and shuffling the soil a bit so the water would pass through it better and not get stuck on the surface. He smiled at the small buds that were soon going to grow into plump juicy tomatoes. Even after so many years his pride and joy was still going strong.

After a while he does finally admit to himself that there wasn’t much else to do and he’d been staring into space for about 5 minutes trying not to think about the person who’d given him the plant in the first place. Trying not to think about his friend’s attempt at a comforting grin five days ago right before he boarded a train to Sunagakure as if his time spent there, for the next few days scouting universities that offered humanity courses, wasn’t going to decide on whether their friendship would be a long distance one.

But most of all he desperately tried to distract himself from the image that was currently trying to push its way into the forefront of his mind. The image of the smile sliding of Naruto’s lips. The way the blonde had looked at him with wandering eyes that were somehow more comforting than a smile would ever be. Sea blue irises that flashed an even paler blue from how it was reflecting the midday sun above them.

How an apprehensive look clouded over his face before it instantly disappeared and Naruto leaned forward.

And kissed him.

The shock of it had been broken a few seconds later when the train conductor made a final call for passengers and before Sasuke could react, Naruto had rushed onto the train and damn efficient speedy trains because by the time Naruto had found his seat, his form had become a blur as the train sped away.

Today was the day Naruto was supposed to come back. If his train arrives on time he’d be arriving at their apartment in a few minutes to pick up Kurama.

5 days and Sasuke was still unsure what to do.

Well, that’s not true. He knew exactly what he wanted to do. The only thing that stalled his steps was worry. Fear. Trepidation.

Could he really be enough? Was he really allowed? To reach out and grasp this chance to have everything he dreamed off? Was he worthy of it?

But all of it would be pushed down and drowned by one thought. If Naruto could be brave enough to take this chance, couldn’t he at least do the same.

Suddenly the familiar ding of their doorbell echoed throughout the apartment.

It was time.

[princessofxianle]

You mentioned/implied in one of your posts that Shen Liang once tried to kill Feng Xin…I have a few questions!

1. I’m really curious as to how Shen Wangxi would react if she knew the full extent as to how Shen Liang’s treated Feng Xin, from the starvation to the beatings and the literal attempted MURDER (that’s dark 😭), which is even sadder because Shen Liang once swore to protect Feng Xin. Shen Wangxi thought he would grow up safe and cared for by his sister, but he didn’t, because his sister was the main threat to him for his entire childhood. How does Shen Wangxi feel about that?

2. How do Mu Qing, Xie Lian, and Xie Lian’s family feel about Feng Xin’s childhood? Does Feng Xin have a better understanding of Mu Qing when he leaves to take care of his mother?

3. Why didn’t Feng Xin’s father ever try to get Shen Liang therapy or any sort of counseling, and what did he do after Shen Liang injured/tried to kill Feng Xin?

This isn’t a question but tbh I kinda hope that Feng Xin never truly forgives Shen Liang for what she did to him. It sounds like she went above and beyond terrorizing him, and all for something that Feng Xin had no choice in…this is a good AU because it makes me feel things lol

Oooooooh look at all these juicy fkn questions, THANK YOU anon! I woke up to this the other day and got very excited to answer these ehe lets gooo...

for reference: meet the OC's (Feng Xin's family)

*alex from the future here, I wrote A LOT I hope you don’t mind… just a warning lol* CARRY ON…

1. How Would Shen Wangxi react to finding out what her daughter did to her son?

Needless to say, I think she would be incredibly disappointed in her daughter, Shen Liang. Regardless, Shen Wangxi is a better woman than I will ever be, and has an insane capability of understanding that is emphasized in her capacity for unconditional love. I haven’t yet talked a lot about Shen Wangxi aside from just being the siblings’ mother, but her entire life has been full of changes that she has taken in stride.

She wanted to cultivate. But instead had a daughter.

She fully intended to raise her on her own, then she met and fell in love with her now husband, Feng Yang, and eventually gave her life for her son.

She has always chased her dreams, but her strength comes from her ability to pursue a new dream without regret or the idea that she “wasted time” in her life, and that’s because she believes that all of her decisions have led her to her next one, and she would not have lived the life she did without doing exactly that and in that specific order.

As I gave a sneak peek earlier, Shen Wangxi will learn about Feng Xin’s childhood when he finds her ghost flame. But more developments to come later (I don’t wanna spoil too many of my reveals lol)

One thing I would like to clarify is that Shen Liang never actually attempts to flat out murder Feng Xin. She is INDEED a bully, physically abusive, even more verbally abusive, and an intelligent pain in the ass one at that. She’s headstrong, resilient, but uncontainable. (And she may or may not possess an incomplete form of teachings from her mothers cultivation days… but it’s 'unknown' to what extent ehe)

(also in a recent idea ive had, Shen Liang is the one who kills Feng Xin’s brand new puppy, but idk if I wanna do that to him… we’ll see…)

2. Xianle Trio Opinions on Feng Xin's childhood?

Feng Xin does not talk about his childhood all that often. Most of the physical abuse he undergoes from Shen Liang happens when he’s very young. The rest he learns to live with as his life is not in danger as he slowly grows older, more independent, and able to fully take care of himself (and later, Xie Lian).

With that said, Feng Xin takes his oaths seriously. He has essentially forfeited any of his inheritance to the Feng Family and is now, in a way, owned by the crown... by Xie Lian.

His past does not matter. Therefore there is no point to bring it up.

Feng Xin does not react any differently to Mu Qing when he decides to depart from the trio in book 4. I mean, Feng Xin can't really empathize with Mu Qing even if he wanted to. He never really had a mother of his own.

Also my babie boi bodyguard (loml) is the king at compartmentalization. He takes his oaths so seriously that he does not understand how someone who “cares” has the capacity to leave. To Feng Xin, at this point in his life, the world is black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. Perfect or broken.

Xie Lian, to him, is perfect, and he believes in him with his whole heart.

To Feng Xin, there is still no acceptable excuse to abandon his highness.

There is no need to bring a perfect being down with the cracks on him from his past. His past means nothing now. He is the bodyguard of Taizi Dianxia. No more, no less, and thats exactly how Feng Xin wants it to be… for now.

3. Why didn't Feng Yang get his daughter help?

Short answer? He tried.

But there’s only so much you can do with a sly and capable teenager that has lost her entire world. Her past-self died with her mother, in a sense. She takes it out on the thing closest to her.

Her didi :(

Feng Yang has zero tolerance for this. And that fits given the Feng family longstanding custom of “a man's worth is defined by his ability to protect the things he loves.” A phrase beaten into the heads of every single man to be born with the surname. And no one really knows where the tradition started.

He comes from a historically long line of royal bodyguards (himself included, as he himself used to be a bodyguard for the king, XL’s dad, when he was still a crown prince) so he does discipline her, harshly, in fact, and addresses the issues at hand. He protects his son to the absolute best of his ability. However, she’s still her own young woman. Immature, for sure. But, like her mother, set in her ways. Although said “ways” between them differ.

Feng Yang is a large reason why a lot of the physical abuse Feng Xin endured stopped and never returned. Shen Liang is good at covering her tracks (and it doesn’t help Feng Xin loves her too much to tattle) but Feng Yang is a sharp one as well. He’s an established general for goodness sakes. Minds games, and dispute management is literally his thing. And he’s good at it (the king can attest to that… professionally… ofc)

Additional remarks...

hi again, anon! I feel like this is an odd thing for me to say (but this is also my first round of OCs so I’m still getting used to this) but to me it’s a huge compliment that you have such strong feelings against Shen Liang. Personally, she is one of my favorite literary creations I’ve ever put together and from a writing standpoint I’m really proud of that.

Additionally, my goal is now to make you see her how I see her (I have a lot of character development for her that I haven’t talked about yet bc im not sure how to go about actually presenting this AU thing… like if I want to do this in little posts on tumblr or post in one BIG fic or large collection of fics idk yet). But...

Shen Liang is very much her mother’s daughter. Feng Xin is his father's son. And they both may have more in common than Shen Liang thinks.

Lastly, I’ll leave this little note from my planning notes since these were the concepts that drive the majority of this story.

And I do love me some good parallels...

OKAY im shutting up now, if you made it this far (I love you) thank you for reading! I think about this AU in my free time, its LITERALLY my fav hobby now…

'til next time

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 45 - A softness settled in it.

Episode 5. Another hour later

Dalton: I going home Andy hiccup

Andy: Right there with you! They stumbled out the bar door and down the street I left Krisss sleeping in my bed anyway….

Dalton: He chuckled cheekily how can you keep track of all those men?

Andy: Are you calling me a slut?! he grinned cheekily

Dalton: I wouldn't dream of it he smirked

Andy: Oh yeah? He walked real close to Dalton, their nose tips almost touching as he looked deep into his eyes why not?

Dalton: Cause you deserve better

Andy: mmh… what do I deserve then? he answered, in a now more steamy voice

Dalton: You…. dessserve….. this! he quickly threw some snow at Andy's face he had grabbed from an electricity box as soon as they had entered the street, and ran laughing down the street

Andy: You're gonna get so fucking wet man!!! He laughed loudly and stormed after Dalton, nearly falling over his own legs several times

Dalton: Oh shit! He laughed so hard he could barely run as he saw Andy come storming after him and quickly ran through an open gate in the fence surrounding the local fire station, quickly slamming the gate behind him

Andy: He stopped as he reached the gate and chuckled You really think you can keep me out? I mean, the fucking bars are so far apart I can fit my head through it!

Dalton: He grinned wide Prove it!

Andy: He chuckled cheekily and shook his head

Dalton: Prove eeeet!!!

Andy: Fine! he chuckled hoarsely and stuck his head between two of the ice cold bars, barely able to squeeze his face in See?!!

Dalton: He laughed loudly Your face is all scrunchy!

Andy: Ssshut up! he chuckled hoarsely the fucking metal is frozen!

Dalton: He couldn't help but chuckle, then took a step forwards, leaned in and planted a juicy drunken kiss on Andy's lips Stop complaining he mumbled as he few seconds later pulled away from the kiss and get your face out so I can get out of here before I get in trouble with the fire marssshall! he chuckled cheekily

Andy: Momentarily melting into the bars

Dalton: He chuckled again and grabbed the handle, slowly pushing the gate open

Andy: He cleared his throat and quickly pulled his head out from the bars and nodded in the direction of Dalton's house Walk you home?

Dalton: Well you're heading in that direction anyway, aren't you?! And it's just over there… literally! he grinned cheekily and pointed at his house about 20 meters away across the street, then suddenly felt the alcohol rise to his head from the cold, suddenly feeling…. frisky

Andy: He chuckled goofily and quickly crossed the street, jumping up on a bench, balancing a bit uneven on it

Dalton: He chuckled amused and ran over the street, quickly jumping up on a low brick wall flower bed, balancing equally uneven as he walked to Andy Heee-eeey he chuckled cheekily and smirked at Andy what are yeh thinking off?

Andy: He bit his bottom lip and gazed at Dalton with hungry drowsy eyes, feeling an intense longing to kiss him, feel his warm lips again

Dalton: He chuckled cheekily and stuck his hands in his pockets, gazing deep and playful into Andy's eyes wannaaaaaa- he suddenly got interrupted as a couple came around a corner, laughing loudly Oh shit! He nearly slipped and grabbed onto Andy's shoulder, before face-planting into the flower bed, then jumped down on the sidewalk, stumbling a few steps before finally gaining balance as he grabbed onto a tree, observing the couple

Andy: He chuckled amused and jumped down from the bench What's going on?

Dalton: He pointed at the couple That's my fucking ex!

Andy: What? Where? He turned and spotted the couple Oh?

Dalton: They are fucking coming over here! *He looked around desperately for somewhere to hide! FUCK!!!

Andy: He laughed loudly at the sight of Dalton's drunk panic

Dalton: SssshutthefuckupAndy!!!

Andy: even more laughing

Dalton: They are coming! Do something!

Andy: He looked at the couple, looked at Dalton Well alright! he quickly leaned in, grabbed Dalton firmly and kissed him so passionate that even the moon could taste it!

Dalton: Surprised moan

Andy: As Dalton didn't protest, he kept kissing him, even after the couple had passed

Dalton: He was the one to slowly break the kiss with a soft chuckle Thank you! You saved my ass man!

Andy: Your ass? barely able to come back down on earth

Dalton: Yeah, thank you for saving me from my ex.

Andy: Your ex?….. oh yeah, your ex he was barely able to hide his disappointment yeah, that's uh… that's what that was, yeah. You're uh, welco-

ex: Dalton? Is that you?!

Dalton: He frowned annoyed and sighed

ex: It IS you! she quickly walked up to them, then realisation seemed to kick in were you two just?

Dalton: Yeah?

ex: Weren't you with that girl?… Ma-ma… Marie?

Dalton: Malou! … yeah, so?

ex: Well nothing she scoffed I'm sure she will love to hear that you cheated on her too, like you did with me!

Dalton: I didn't fucking cheat on you! We were done long before Malou was even a part of my life! How many times did you break it off?!

Andy: Woah woah woah!

ex: Well who took me back every time?!

Dalton: You fucking played me and made me believe you still loved me or even cared for me at least, and that things would be different! But they never fucking were!! You just kept playing with me and shitting on my heart!

Andy: Hey! Dalton! It's not worth it! He grabbed onto Dalton's arm, gently yanking him in the direction of the house Let's go home!

ex: Oh so you live together? Do you also fuck?!

Andy: mumbling to himself I wish!

Dalton: We've been through this before, it's none of your business!!

ex: Oh yes! You're right! You're also dating that other guy, the mechanic, right? Is the dick good? I heard that mechanic dick should be some of the best, perhaps that's why you and I never worked out? Maybe I should have fucked you… literally!

Dalton: You did. You fucked my feelings all over the place!

Andy: He frowned soft Dalton… Dalton! yanking on his arm Dalton please!

ex: Better head home you dick sucker!

Dalton: Are you afraid I'm better than you at sucking?! he suddenly grinned wide

Andy: Burst out in a loud laughter

ex: She made some sort of angry protest noise,but couldn't seem to come up with a suitable comeback, so she turned on her heels and marched off in the direction she had come from

Andy: Holy fuck that was epic!!! still laughing his ass off

Dalton: Pissed

Andy: Laughing

Dalton: Rage

Andy: Noticing

Dalton: About to explode

Andy: Hey man, fuck her! Let's get inside it's freezing out here!

Dalton: He looked in the direction of his house, then the opposite direction, feeling his whole body boil, so much anger and frustration needing to be let out, and in that moment there were only one person he could think of Nah I'm heading out get home safe! He quickly stuck a hand up in the air as he spotted a cab

Andy: Wait what?!

Dalton: I'm gonna grab that cab!

Andy: Woah! Can we talk about it?

Dalton: No, sorry he frowned I'll see you! He quickly ran to the cab and jumped in Just get out of here!

Andy: What the fuck!??! He observed as the cab drove away, feeling a sting in his stomach, his eyes watering You don't fucking cry now you big baby!!! He kept standing and looking in the direction the taxi had left Fucking walk you loser!!! He wiped his hand over his face angrily as a few tears fell and started walking, fast, angry, hands in his pockets, no particular direction, he just walked faster and faster the more angry he got, till suddenly he spotted a large dude pissing in an alley Hey…

Dude: Glaring at Andy

Andy: Wanna ram that thing down my throat, tiger?

Dude: Looking at his dick, looking at Andy, looking at his dick Get in here!

Andy: Big wide grin

Dalton: He paid the cab as it stopped at the destination Keep the change! He quickly got out of the door, just about to slam it

Cab driver: That's a lot of money man!

Dalton: Yeah well, Happy New Year! He quickly slammed the door and rushed up the small path leading towards the house. He pushed extra to get the large gate open, because of the snow, and finally managed to slip through it. He slow ran up to the house, and pounded the door

Adrian: He opened the door with a beer in his hand, looking surprised at Dalton Dal-

Dalton: He threw himself at Adrian, kissing him forcefully

Adrian: Stumbling a couple steps backwards, he lost the grip on the beer, which a split second later shattered on the ground

Dalton: Shit!

Adrian: Yeah, well he frowned soft and escaped the kiss, observing Dalton a couple seconds before he walked to the kitchen to get a broom Hello to you too!

Dalton: He frowned soft sorry about that

Adrian: He sighed soft and walked to the shattered puddle and started sweeping it up it's just a beer he looked up at Dalton, he looked frustrated… angry even? what's up with you?

Dalton: I ran into my ex!

Adrian: He nodded soft and kept sweeping I see.

Dalton: She talked a lot of shit like usual and yeah I just thought… I don't know what I thought actually?

Adrian: He finished sweeping and threw it in the trash, then quickly washed the leftover stain with a towel. He walked to the fridge and grabbed another beer, popping it open and put it to his lips

Dalton: Are you going to fuck me or what?!?

Adrian: He splurted the beer down into his sink what?! He looked at Dalton with a questioning frown

Dalton: Yeah, are you going to fuck me, like are you ever going to fuck me?!

Adrian: His eyes got wide

Dalton: Fair enough… I'll make it easy for you he mumbled as he started drunkenly undressing himself

Adrian: He slowly put the beer down, not quite able to catch up with what was happening as he watched Dalton almost fall several times while trying to get out of his pants

Dalton: He finally gave up, standing defeated in front of Adrian, butt naked, apart from the pants and boxers still halfway stuck Around his ankles

Adrian: He sighed soft and walked over to Dalton, wrapping his arms around him tight

Dalton: He sighed relieved as what he actually needed was given to him, and squeezed Adrian tightly as he wrapped his arms around his waist

Adrian: I'm not going to… fuck you… you aren't ready…. and even if you were, I'd prefer our first time doing THAT to be much more soft and intimate. I want it to be a beautiful and deep moment, rather than a quick fuck because you're angry at your ex.

Dalton: He nodded soft and agreeing, sniffling his nose lightly as tears gathered in his eyes

Adrian: Stroking Dalton's back soothingly How about I help you out of those pants, and I help you get rid of that anger and frustration in a less aggressive way instead?

Dalton: He let a soft chuckle escape Like how?

Adrian: He slowly let go of Dalton and kneeled down, gently pulling off Dalton's shoes, then his pants and boxers, one leg after another. Then he looked up at Dalton with hungry eyes, and leaned in, letting his tongue run up the shaft of Dalton's half boner How about we start from here?

Dalton: He nodded slow and moaned soft Oh yeahhh…

[oh-katsuki]

i’m really curious now hehe if you don’t mind, would you like to talk more about the dream? like what happened, some small silly details or random thoughts about it

sure, i don't mind!!! im just gonna describe the whole dream LOLL if u wanna get to the juicy parts just read the last 3 paragraphs loll

me and him (he didn't have a name/i can't remember it) had met a few days earlier (i think) and had hit it off immediately. in the dream, we were just sitting in an empty classroom / empty public space that we weren't really supposed to be in. the room was green, with green filing cabinets that we were sitting on. there was someone else there with us for a while, but they felt kind of separate from us as we were having a conversation. i don't remember what we were talking about, but it was very easy and flowed very naturally.

we were being very touchy, but not in the sexual way... instead it was like "this just sort of feels right to do" and were kind of goofing around. at one point, i'd made a joke about something and he grabbed me from behind as part of the joke, which is usually something i don't like, but it felt so comfortable and i remember thinking to myself "oh, we're flirting" but not feeling nervous about it... which is also unusual for me. that's probably the part i remember the most.. like the realization that i like this person and they most likely like me.

then someone starts coming into the room, so we're crouched somewhere behind the cabinet trying not to get caught. the stakes seemed pretty low though. seems like we were running from a friend. we're giggling behind this cabinet like "oh bro is never gonna find us" and then whoever it is DOES and we both scream and get up and start running out of the room. n he's got my hand in his because he'd grabbed me to start running.

finally we end up in a jack and jill bathroom and i remember it looking pretty similar to the one in my parent's house and we're laughing and panting because we're out of breath. he's like... resting his chin on the top of my head with his hands on my shoulders and we're just kind of getting the rest of the giggles out before we step into a bedroom through the door of the bathroom. except like... in the way of dreams.. it's not REALLY a bedroom. i got the sense that his behavior was just the way he is.. like friendly like that, but somehow i still felt special (delusional moment).

he sits down on the edge of the bed and i kind of just take a minute to look at him. i remember him being very lanky and tall, not very bulky, his hair was dark but it was also blonde (?) in some moments but i'd never questioned the switch. he wore black square framed glasses and had an oval shaped face. and im just kinda looking at him while i stand there and just think "he's pretty... i really click with this person." so then... in an act COMPLETELY out of character, i call out to him and when he turns his head, i take his face in my hands and kiss him (ive never done this in my LIFE). and i think i surprised him, but not in a bad way because after he turned red and was like "what was that for" and i kinda shrugged and told him that i just felt like it and he said okay before we fell into normal conversation. no weird tension, no weird like... "what now?" all of it was SO normal.

then these kids come up to us talking (why they are there i have no idea) and he's talking to them and im just kinda watching. then one of them asks "are you his girlfriend?" and idk what overtook me but i said... so CONFIDENTLY "no, but i will be." and he turns to look at me surprised but smiling and i just kinda shrug bc for some reason i knew i was right. like in my dream i KNEW i was right there literally wasn't a doubt in my mind that i'd end up as this guy's girlfriend. and then i woke up.

now i need to emphasize that this is SO out of character for me that i woke up jostled but FULLY believing that this would happen. I was like "oh yeah, ill be his girlfriend and im confident enough to say that out loud to his face." and it took me a minute to be like "wait, who was that???" loll

[luvnami]

i am BACK.

before i start thirsting over sanemi– can i just say i LOVE the way u write?? it's so so good and it felt right??? the humor??? ur writing keep on making wanting more and more, it's soooo good. kinda makes me wanna go okinawa now :p

anyways,,, GOSH SANEMI. that scene when reader checking him out, i literally kicked my feet and giggled ajajdjsjsjakdjdj and now i wonder how reader handles it when they're at the beach... if ya know what i mean. >:3 beach attire sanemi !!! i just know he'll look good with those beach pants and those cool sunglasses that sits handsomely on his white glorious slick-back hair. the person i'll be when that moment comes... call the whambulance.

i have to say i got second hand embarrassment everytime sanemi was thinking about reader's fanfiction secrets ajsbsjsj i lowkey wanna give reader a sympathy hug cuz i personally would just quit the job if THE sanemi caught me writing fanfics in the office... ;; but its so interesting to read sanemi's pov!! it's giving mutual pining and i'm so ready for it.

also, uzui being in the graphic design makes so much sense hhshshs

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HELLO WELCOME BACK MY DEAR!! tysm for this juicy ask...

lsdajlskfd tysm 😭 like i said before im really not used to writing 'comedy' fics or in a funny style, so im glad ur enjoying it!! it feels somewhat like my inner monologue so it hasnt be as difficult as i expected... so maybe expect more fics in this style... 😳 ty for the kind comment, it really makes me feel a lot more confident in my content and encourages me to write ><

HEEHEE!!!!!! BEACH SANEMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i drool and dream abt the way he looks just like that..................... im sorry but this was a very professional work trip so there is no half-naked sanemi for us to admire in this fic </3 maybe another time... or maybe in the sexy sexy smut scene that will come later................. who knows......

oh my fucking god yeah no way i would literally quit my job if someone found out i wrote fic about them. reader could never be me. id take the secret to my grave. and yes!! i wasnt sure how to make sanemi feel about it, but the one sided pining feels... just right. and its funny, i get to tease him as the writer by putting him all sorts of torturous situations hehehe

i originally had uzui in public relations but i felt like it didnt fit him 😭 so i thought back to kimetsu gakuen and remembered that uzui was the art teacher so i put him in graphics 🎨 art boy 101. i think shinobu would be public relations and gyomei would be human resources LOL

[joe-moi]

JKs moves have been more calculated lately.

I could see SNL party being a connection/networking thing whether he was invited or it was set up for him (his music management has mentioned in print double rostering host/musical guest before would be an ultimate goal/dream) the sightings and pics have slowly developed to being real paps not lucky sightings (ie your mention about the blue coat pics are definitely higher quality pap pics), and this goodie today.

Not minimizing what they're doing...PR can be done with real relationships and IS all the time...get it girl if you are (cause it looks like you are getting some of that juicy booty and they look like they're having fun if they are)...but it's undeniable that there's work going on with his career behind the scenes and intentional choices are being made around him. Also good for him because he deserves it. No damn shame.

That last Fargo article literally a week ago about him and Juno being the ones to actually watch, not John Hamm was telling and this could be a big jumping point for him... then having loads of films stacked up with those bigger names??? Let's be real, not laying that foundation however they can right now with this strike would be literally...irresponsible of his management/pr pros.

Hi! I see where you are coming from with this. It definitely seems like PR. However we’ve been discussing this all night, call us delulu, but if it’s PR we think it’s very one sided PR.

He just was only half into the walk. Some of the anons we had think that he was very cuddly, we watched it a couple of times, and he’s definitely into the conversation, but he doesn’t seem super cuddly. And when she touches his ass, he just is kind of stiff. He doesn’t even move his hand from his pocket. they had passed the paparazzi when she did touch his ass. She knew they were behind them. So I think that you’re on something with it being PR I think it could likely just be on her side. Keep her name out there that she’s moved on just like her ex.

[universallychaoticpan]

HI. HEAR ME OUT ON THIS REQUEST.

chuuya gets hurt and he is in some sort of alleyway, trying to somehow stop the bleeding and stay alive(all while being pretty af), and reader is walking back home when she sees him and recognizes him as her childhood friend. so reader was supposed to be dead, or she had to be, her parents were killed when she was a kid, and she was supposed to be killed as well, but the guy that was supposed to kill her couldn't kill a child, so he let her go, from then she went by a fake name, fake everything, stopped using her ability (could be anything you want). she left chuuya without a single goodbye or anything, and now she saw him bleeding to death. she wants to help him, and he lets her, but he doesn't recognize her, it pains her but she doesn't want to tell him who she really is. once she helped him stop the bleeding he told her she was so familiar to him, and i leave the rest of this to you- it could end whatever way you wish- could be an angst, fluff, whatever you choose- sending love❤️

I love this req sm- I could tell it was gonna be juicy just from looking at it. I really hope you enjoy this because it was so fun for me. Come back anytime!

After years of running from your past, you thought you'd escaped it. You'd really been so foolish as to think you could leave your old life behind. You'd thought you'd buried the girl you had been years ago- even if you hadn't really died. But a pair of blue eyes and a shock of red hair matching the blood on the slowly falling snow brought it all back.

You had been walking back to your apartment, trying to hurry as you noticed the snow begin to fall again. Shoving your hands deeper into your pockets, you nearly missed the slight rustle, the movement coming from an nearby alley.

Whatever it was looked human; like a body leaned up against a wall. As you stared, you could nearly make out the tiny rise and fall that indicated breath. That indicated life. Casting a worried glance to the sky, you chastised yourself as you stepped into the shadows.

idiot, you thought. You're just asking to get attacked walking into a dark alley alone to help some stranger. But you couldn't stop yourself from moving in. If you didn't at least check to make sure they were alright, they might freeze.

You were nearly to the person when you saw the blood. You were close enough to see the red hair beneath his hat, a sight that brought back bittersweet memories from a life you had before. But he was bleeding as well- you could see that clearly even with the lack of light. You couldn't tell where it was coming from and there was so much; panic overcame you as you ripped off your scarf, trying anything to stop the flow of blood. The pressure woke the man with a start, his eyes finally meeting yours as he looked up fearfully. Blue. The brightest shade of blue you had seen in years.

You knew who he was. How could you forget those eyes? Chuuya Nakahara had found you somehow.

with a pang, you suddenly remembered yourselves as you had been once; you had been happy children. He had been your best friend, once upon a time. You shared everything with him. You recalled going to summer festivals together, your fingers sticky from sweets and your mouths smiling wide. You talked about dreams and wishes and made bad jokes. You teased him for his height and he got back at you by quite literally tearing your feet from under you. He was your best friend in the world.

And then it all went wrong.

It all went wrong that night, the air thick and hot with the last of summer burning off. You had been eight years old when you heard shouting outside your bedroom door. You heard your parents voices like you never had, full of fear, just outside the door. Then you heard the bangs- quick, clear, and deadly. You covered your ears and cowered in fear, tears streaming down your face as you cowered in a corner. You remembered seeing the shapes of your parents bodies lying on the threshold of your room, and a man stepping over them with a gun in his hand. He had locked eyes with you, and for a terrifying second, he simply stood in terrible silence. Then he turned around, walked out, and left you with the bodies of your parents.

From then on, you learned how to fend for yourself. You disappeared. You didn't tell anyone, not even Chuuya. One day you were simply gone. You left behind your name, reinvented yourself as someone new. Sometimes you found places to sleep, others you barely made it through the night without freezing. Your ability went unused for years. But you had survived. You found a job, and a kindly old couple who let you live above the shop you worked at. It wasn't much, but it was yours. It was your refuge from the past.

Which had now crumbled with a man with red hair and frightened blue eyes that now looked as though he was questioning whether to stab you run.

"I want to help." You steadied your voice as much as you could, pressing the fabric into his side. He winced, but nodded. "I'm going to call an ambulance ok? You need help."

But as you reached into your pocket for your phone, he grabbed your wrist. It took everything in you not to recoil.

"No," he rasped. "don't call. It'll just be worse for you."

You studied him with hard eyes, your face inches from his as you contemplated your options.

"Fine," you said. "No ambulance. But you're coming back to my apartment. I can help you there."

He nodded. Then he managed a shaky smile and opened his mouth.

"Does my savior have a name?"

You weren't sure if it hurt more or less that he didn't recognize you.

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The walk back had been agony. Even though it wasn't far, Chuuya was barely conscious. Thankfully, there was no one there to question why you were hauling a bleeding man up to your apartment, the effort it took to get him there almost made you wish there had been someone to help. But finally, he was laying on your bed, towels spread under him to soak up the blood.

You tried seeing as little of him as you could- you only pulled away whatever you needed to get your work done. But you still saw the way he had become a person you didn't really know. He had changed the same way you had. There, a scar right above his hip bone. Just next to your finger, another one carved a white line across his rib cage. All of it was covered in fresh blood, drying blood, the shades of red that meant this wound had been inflicted long before you'd found him. You shuddered to think what would have happened to him if you hadn't glanced his way. You stitched and cleaned, soaked clean rags in water until the crimson stains became pink, lighter and lighter until it finally stopped.

He faded in and out of consciousness, his breath evening for a minute or two until the feeling of your needles working at his skin woke him. And even in his delirium, he kept his eyes on you, entranced by the steadiness of your hands and the way you bit your lip gently as you tried to focus until the task was done.

"So," Chuuya winced, "Am I going to live?"

You snorted in spite of yourself. "You'll be fine, but this is going to hurt for a while. It'll leave an impressive scar though."

You helped him sit up, his hand going to cover the fresh stitches and wincing. Your smile faded as you noticed his pain and how, even after all these years, you could see the flickers of sadness in his eyes when you mentioned scars.

And before you could stop yourself, you were pulling the collar of your shirt aside, revealing a scar of your own- one you knew he had known about before you vanished.

And know it he did; he'd spent years seeing that scar in his dreams, seeing you, wondering what had happened. Like most others, he had assumed you'd been killed along with your parents. But there was always a hope, a fear, something in him saying you may still be somewhere in the world.

And now, he was sitting in the dark, his side aching with every break, his life saved by a ghost. He was looking at a ghost, a memory, someone who couldn't be real. But there you were; with a scar that could only be yours, the mark of a fledgling ability memorialized in your skin forever. He remembered when your ability had manifested, too much energy flowing in your body, taken from the world around you. Too much power. The other scars had faded, but this one was more than any scar. It was a reminder.

"The name you told me," he murmured, reaching for you. His hand cupped your face. "That's not you, is it?"

You almost couldn't ask. "Do you remember my name? Do you remember?"

And all at once, his smile was a sad, hopeful, beacon of light in the dimness of the room.

"Oh, y/n, I never forgot. Not once did I ever stop thinking you were somewhere out there."

And even though he hadn't forgotten, you had; you had forgotten how you had missed him.

You had forgotten how much you had missed him saying your name.

[lilithgrax]

Seeing In Color

Summary: Jungkook decides karate is better than boxing and takes you to Dragon’s Gate, where you meet the Boy With the Dragon Tattoo.

Pairings: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: PG; swearing

Warnings: Swearing

Author’s Note: I'm Back.

You can find this work on my Ao3 as well at Lillith_Grax.

One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine

Yoongi texted you a quick 'goodnight :]' after he got home, but didn't say anything more than that.

You woke up groggy with crusted eyes on Saturday morning, you felt your limbs sore from the alcohol as you stretched them up towards the headboard. There were no messages on your phone when you flipped it over to look at the screen.

It was hard not to let the panic creep up your stomach. You carry your phone and speed walk to the kitchen, intending to make yourself coffee and keep your mind out of the deep end of your anxiety.

Yoongi doesn't need to be texting you every hour of every day for you to feel secure. Rather, he shouldn't have to. Your insecurities are not his problem. As you putter around the kitchen counter pouring coffee and stirring milk, the soreness between your legs starts to creep up. You feel the sudden tightness in your belly when you remember what happened last night and you get goosebumps again, flashing imagery of Yoongi's neck, his facial expressions, and his deep sultry voice ring in your mind.

The first sip of coffee burns on the way down.

It's almost lunchtime when your phone finally rings, but its not Yoongi.

"Hey kook," you pick up, getting up off of the couch to get a third cup of coffee. You mull over getting a couple of Tylenol as well.

"Heeeyyy." Jungkook draws out and you breathe out a laugh, his voice sounding rough and gravelly like he just woke up from a serious bender. "I literally just opened my eyes and I just had to call you. I had dreams about you and Yoongi."

A laugh escapes you again, but you pause after and your face drops.

"I haven't heard from him since last night."

Jungkook groans thoughtfully and you hear him shuffling around in bed. "He does have children's classes at the dojo on Saturdays. He's probably working."

"What?! Why on earth would he stay out so late and get drunk if he had a class to teach today?"

The guilt starts pooling in your stomach and your mind is racing; you get ready to release your stream of consciousness onto Jungkook, but he interrupts.

"Y/n. I know you well enough to know that you're starting to freak out right now." He sounds unperturbed, because he does know you well and this would be your second freakout in as many days. He sniffles and you hear piss hitting toilet water in the background. You roll your eyes. How long have you known each other?

"Stop. He chose to come out because he wanted to, period. You worry way too much."

"I know; you're right. You're right."

"He seems like the strong silent type. You know, like a Korean Clint Eastwood."

A surprised laugh escapes you. "No, kook. Just no."

"Okay, whatever," he answers playfully, and you can hear his smile through the phone. "Still. A guy like him, I wouldn't worry that he's not talking your ear off through text."

You come down from your high and take a deep breath, and consider maybe more caffeine isn't the best idea right now. Jungkook is silent but he doesn't say goodbye or hang up; which you know means he has something he wants to say but won't come out and say it. You sigh long and drawn out and he responds by clearing his throat; a smirk plays at the corner of your lips, waiting for Jungkook to say something.

"So-"

"None of your business, nosy." You interrupt; prepared.

"Oh come ooooon, I'm the one who set you up! Where'd you two disappear to?"

"No."

"Y/n!"

"Nope."

"Fine. I know you didn't fuck, or that would have been the first thing you would have said to me on the phone when you picked up."

A blush creeps up your cheeks and you remain silent.

"Your silence speaks volumes," he chuckles. "Well then, if you're not going to divulge any juicy details, I'm not going to tell you what happened between me and mister platinum blonde with the great skin."

"The ex?!"

"Nope."

"Get the fuck out of here!"

"I'm hanging up."

"Jungkook!!"

He laughs loud and hearty on the other end and you have the pull the phone away from your ear. After a minute, he collects himself, but you're just scowling waiting for him to explain himself.

"Meet me at the coffee shop in thirty and I'll tell you all about it."

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You get dressed, wash your face and throw your hair in a loose braid over your shoulder. The more you walk around the house the more you start to feel the soreness in your thighs and embarrassment creeps in even though you're alone in your house. Your eyes start to gloss over and you can't figure out why, the tears clumping your lashes into triangles and your throat getting tight. Last night Yoongi said he wanted to see you again, that he wanted you to keep coming to the dojo so he could see you, he asked to kiss you goodnight. So why do you feel like you're going to meet Jungkook and he's going to tell you something that will destroy you emotionally? A single sob breaks through as you buckle your seatbelt in the car and you feel pathetic. The last two boyfriends you had were so emotionally abusive and manipulative, you can remember times when they've said the exact same words to you Yoongi has said and they didn't mean it. How are you supposed to relax? How are you supposed to believe him? You want to keep seeing him, to keep coming to his classes, but you wonder when that fire that Yoongi stokes in your belly is going to turn into disappointment. When its going to turn into lies and heartbreak and end with you fucking him because you're a loser who can't help herself. You think back to yesterday when you looked in the mirror and told yourself that you love what you see, and you wonder if you're telling yourself the truth.

Jungkook suggested to meet at Milani's Bean Shoppe next to the dojo; you see him waiting outside for you when you park the car. He gives you a side hug before you walk in, dark bags under his big doe eyes. He orders a dark roast in the largest size they have and you guess that he needs it; his voice still rough from sleep and being hungover. You make sure to order a decaf with your blueberry muffin; then change your mind and change it to an herbal tea to calm your nerves. When you find a small table to sit at, your best friend puts his hoodie over his head and covers a huge yawn.

"Am I going to be upset at what you're going to tell me?" You say bluntly; unable to think about anything else. "You look exhausted."

"I am exhausted." He offers, taking a huge gulp of his coffee and stuffing half a croissant in his mouth.

"Come on, Kook. I'm vibrating over here."

He smirks and plays with his lip ring with his tongue. "Why should I tell you anything when you're so tight lipped? Huh? Best friend?" A part of you wants to stamp your feet and have a full blown toddler tantrum, but you know he's right. You lean a little closer over the table and Jungkook matches your movement.

"He pulled me into an empty karaoke room and got freaky on the couch," you start, whispering. "I sat on his lap and we just dry humped with our clothes on."

"And you both came in your pants like teenagers, didn't you?"

"Jesus, you're such a pervert!" You blush, leaning back into your chair and crossing your arms.

"But I'm right." He says matter-of-factly, bring his coffee cup up to his lips and wiggling his eyebrows, the piercing there glittering in the dim light.

Jungkook knows you're not the kiss and tell type so he doesn't press further, seemingly satisfied with the information you've given him.

You eat your blueberry muffin in silence for a few minutes and you wonder if you'll like Yoongi as much as you like Jungkook. You know it'll be in a different way, a romantic way; but what if he's just a good fuck but a terrible person? Jungkook eats the last of his croissant and breaks you out of your thoughts, clearing his throat and speaking lowly.

"He sucked my dick in the back of his car after giving me a ride home."

"Oh God, Jungkook. You can't just blurt that out! I'm going to puke."

You lean back over the table and narrow your eyes at him. "That doesn't explain why you're so exhausted. How late did you guys stay out last night?"

"After you two disappeared, Namjoon left not long after. He seemed bummed." Jungkook takes another large drink of his coffee and doesn't notice the guilt settling across your face. "Then it was just me and Hobi so we stayed, drank and sang some more, made out on the couch, you know."

"What about that artsy guy from the sculpting class?"

"Taehyung? What about him?" Jungkook sighs longingly. "He's too hot. So many people fawn all over him, he won't give me the time of day." He looks genuinely disappointed now, pouting and leaning his cheek on his hand, making himself look like a sad little chipmunk.

You open your mouth to console him when you feel your phone vibrate a few times in your jacket pocket. You pull it out with shaking hands, not sure if you want it to be Yoongi or not- but when the screen lights up, its your mom. She's reminding you that midterms are coming up, and asking if you've started studying yet. Stuffing the phone back in your pocket, you let out a little growl of frustration and pull your braid over your shoulder so you can fiddle with it. Jungkook looks at you with furrowed brows and when you tell him what your mom said, he lets our his own frustrated groan and runs his hands down his face. Trying to forget about that for now, you will your brain to go back to the topic at hand.

"So, what else happened with Hoseok?"

"What happened to Hoseok?"

Both you and Jungkook startle at the voice, but you recognize it instantly. The hair on the back of your neck prickles up when you look up and Yoongi is right beside you.

[weelittleweasley]

bar maid (b.w.)

prompt: a long night at the leaky cauldron and the late shift can only mean one thing: a boring night. but when a new face pops into the bar, the mood shifts drastically.

pairing: bill weasley x fem! reader

warnings: drinking, mentions of the war, language (literally once), sexual references

word count: 4.5k

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“Another round of ale, Albert?” you ask with a smile as you wipe down a section of the bar from its previous attendants. The damp dish towel wipes across the mahogany bar, leaving streaks that shine underneath the bar lighting, the faint smell of chemical lemon lingering in the air mixes with the overwhelming scent of lager and spirits. 

Albert flashes you a toothy grin and gives you a shrug. “Eh, why not. It’s a Friday, isn’t it?” Albert laughs before sliding you his brass mug down the length of the bar as you stealthily catch it in your hand. You fill the mug with amber ale, teeming with white foam, smelling of wheat. “You’re too good to me, (Y/N),” Albert tells you with a grin before taking a sip of his usual drink of choice. 

You were a bar maid at the Leaky Cauldron and Albert was one of your regulars. Now, you didn’t think that you would be a bar maid after graduating from Hogwarts and trying to become a professor, but the world had a funny way about it, didn’t it? Being a bar maid meant you got good tips and had the luxury of creating your own schedule, but it also meant when you worked, it was long hours of standing on your feet and serving cheap ale and lager to annoyed businessmen and exhausted workers from the hours of five o’clock to two o’clock in the morning. Work was grueling, but you tried to make as much fun of it as you could.

“It’s the least I can do, Al,” you sigh, flopping the dish towel over your shoulder as you lean over the bar. “Any juicy gossip for me today? I’ve been bored out of my skull since I clocked in and I still got another five hours ahead of me. I need some entertainment,” you groan, cracking your knuckles against the wood of the bar. The thought of another five hours dealing with more alcohol, more grumpy patrons, and another tired night made your head ache. 

Al takes a long sip from his mug, wiping the foam from his upper lip before speaking, “Not much gossip, I’m afraid.” You throw your head back and groan, taking an annoyed sip from your water. “Nothing interesting has happened, my dear,” he huffs in just as much annoyance as you. “We’re living in dark times, all news is usually disappointing, scary, or both. I’m looking for something hopeful just as much as you are,” Al confesses.

You tighten your ponytail and push your baby hairs away from your face, hands flopping on your shoulders as you slump over. Albert was right. The thought of a looming wizarding war over everyone’s heads was enough to keep everyone living in fear of when it would all come to a head and pop. At least working at the pub took your mind off of things, even if it was just for a few hours of the day.

“However,” Albert’s tone changes as you dart your eyes to him, curious. “I’m not sure if you’re familiar with the name Fleur Delacour? I heard through the grapevine that she has recently started working at Gringott’s. Desk job, but people were confused as to why should would come all the way to London for a silly desk job,” Albert explains before sipping from his ale again.

Your eyebrows furrow as the name does ring a bell. “The name sounds familiar. I certainly didn’t go to school with her or else I would know who she was. But the name is oddly recognizable...I’ll ask my younger sister when I speak to her next. She’s at Hogwarts now. I’m sure she’d know,” you tell Albert. “Anyone else take up a job? Familiar names or faces?” 

Al searches his memory for anything else. He presses his tongue to his cheek. “Yeah, there was someone else. William...I don’t remember the surname for life of me, but it was William something...” he trails off.

You think for a moment, trying to scan your brain for a William that you might know. But you drew blank. It had been so long since you saw anyone from your graduating class. You had spent most of your time in the pub or studying or applying for new professor jobs. But no one was looking to hire an under-experienced professor in these times, no matter how good your marks were at Hogwarts, regardless that you were top of your class in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions. The thought makes you infuriated because you knew you could teach this new generation of wizards better than anyone else.  

Shaking your head, “Well, whatever, if he was important, you would know his name.” Albert shrugs. “I need to go bring in some kegs from the back, I’ll be back in a second,” you tell him before go around the bar, walking to the back of the Leaky Cauldron, hearing snippets of conversations here and there, most people talking about the news or their families. It was sad; just two years ago people would be roaring with laughter, telling stories and jokes, recounting happy times. Now, everyone was so focused on how the world as you knew it may be crumbling around you. 

The cool fall air wraps around you as you push the door to bring the kegs from outside in as you pull your jumper over your hands to make some make-shift mittens. “Bloody hell,” you whisper to yourself as you see three kegs lined up outside for you to bring in. “Seriously, Tom?” you groan as you grab one keg and start dragging it. “I don’t get paid enough for this, I swear,” you grumble. 

“Need a hand?” a voice interrupts you as you drag the steel keg across the cobblestone. 

You look up and your eyes meet a pair that you haven’t seen in years. An instant smile rises on your lips as the all too familiar red hair is swept in the wind. “You’re kidding,” you laugh as you stand up straight, brushing off your jumper as he smiles widely at you with a chuckle. “Bill Weasley as I live and breathe?” you laugh as you run towards him, Bill engulfing you in a large hug. Your arms wrap around him tightly as he picks you up, your feet leaving the ground as you giggly madly as Bill sways you back and forth. 

It had been years since you had seen Bill Weasley. The two of you had attended Hogwarts together in the same year and became fast friends. You had always admired how Bill was so smart and confident in himself (borderline arrogant, but in the sexiest best way). Bill was a popular one at Hogwarts, but through it all, he always managed to make time for you since you liked staying out of the lime light. Bill was well-loved and revered at Hogwarts, so it was obvious that he became a prefect during your time. And that’s when you two started to drift apart. He became busy doing his things and you became busy with your own studies. After graduation, the two of you went your separate ways, but you always wondered where he had gone. 

Bill sets you down on your feet, his hands still on your hips as he smiled brightly down at you. He looked so mature now, longer red hair tied back in a ponytail, but he was still tall, thin, and undeniably handsome. The hunter green jacket he sported clung onto his tall figure, underneath a button down that was unbuttoned just enough so you could see the chest hairs that poked out from the loose material. Hanging from his ear lobe was a fang earring that wasn’t there before. Bill had changed, but in a way that caught your eye in a way that has never happened before. You gulped. 

“Godric, (Y/N), you haven’t changed one bit,” Bill laughs as he takes a good look at you as you mentally curse that you had been wearing something different than your old blue jumper and leggings with stained boots from the bar. “How long has it been? Seven years?” he speaks as you nod. “Bloody hell, it feels like yesterday we were at Hogwarts,” he recounts the memories fondly as your heart warms to the same memories.

You smile brightly, “Time flies, Weasley.” He chuckles. “We can talk more about it if you help me bring in these kegs and I’ll treat you to an ale on the house. Or are you more of a lager man?” you ask as you walk back over to the steel kegs that wait to be dragged into the pub. 

Bill chuckles as you grab one keg, starting to drag it into the pub. Without any hesitation or effort, Bill picks up the remaining two kegs in each of his hands, muscles flexing underneath his jacket as he shakes his head. You gulp and avert your eyes, trying not to focus on the way he so effortlessly carried the heavy steel kegs as you pushed yours in. “More of a whiskey kind of guy if you got any of that,” Bill tells you as you push the kegs towards the back of the bar, Bill places his two next to yours. “I didn’t know you were working at the Leaky Cauldron.”

Walking back to the bar with Bill by your side you speak, “Yeah. Been working here for a while now since there seems to be a hold on hiring newer, younger professors,” you roll your eyes as Bill laughs. Bill remembered how badly you wanted to be a professor and teach the younger generations of wizards and witches magic. It was your dream, but now it was on pause. “What about you? Why are you back in London? Last I heard of you, you were in Egypt!” you nudge his arm with your elbow.

He gives you a smile, happy that you had been keeping your tabs on him. “I was in Egypt for a long while. Loved it, really. But I came home to help my family out with the Order and such. I’m working at Gringott’s now at a desk job. Very exciting, I know,” he rolls his eyes as you giggle, making your way behind the bar.

A William working at Gringott’s. I should have known, you think to yourself. “Hey Albert,” you call over the man who sits just a mere stool away from Bill. “That new William who's working at Gringott’s now? It’s not just any bloke, he’s a Weasley,” you smile at Albert who looks over to Bill with a look of realization. “Bill, this is Albert, one of my regulars. Al, this is Bill Weasley, we went to Hogwarts together.”

Bill gives Albert a firm shake shake and warm smile. “Nice to meet you, sir,” Bill beams. “You’ve been in good company with this one, I’m sure,” Bill winks as Albert chuckles lowly.

“That I have been. She’s great company and serves an even better mug of ale,” Albert speaks as you smile sweetly at him, Bill laughing. “I would love to stay and chat longer, but I gotta get home to the family,” Albert tells you and Bill, putting on his coat before digging into his pockets and places and handful of coins on the table to pay for his drinks and tip you generously as he usually did. “I’ll see you on Monday, my dear,” Albert calls as he walks towards the door, you giving him a salute goodbye.

Bill speaks, “He seems like a good guy.” You nod as you take out a glass and start to pour him a generous glass of Fire Whiskey before placing it front of him. “How did you know I take it neat? What if I wanted it on the rocks?”

You give him a knowing look. “I know you, Bill. Last time I checked, you were drinking Fire Whiskey straight from the bottle at your graduation party,” you recall with a light chuckle as Bill groans at the memory. “You were off your rocker that night, I’m tellin’ you,” you start to laugh harder, remembering how Bill stood up on the dining room table of the Burrow, singing along to music that he blasted as everyone laughed and sang along with him. Graduation was such a happy time in your young adult life, you wished you could go back and relive it.

He rubs his face with one hand and speaks, “We were a mess that night, weren’t we?” 

“We? Don’t drag me into this, Weasley! I was perfectly happy having one drink, but it was you who made me drink bloody Daisyroot Draught! The smell now makes me sick,” you contort your face with disgust as Bill laughs. “I will admit though, I’ve missed you quite a bit,” you confess, playing with the edges of the dish rag in your hands as you look up at Bill.

Slowly, a smile finds its way onto Bill’s lips as your heart flutters gently as his eyes look into yours. He still had the same eyes that you adored so fondly as a child and teen. In his eyes contained all the memories of Hogwarts and late nights and sleepover at the Burrow. His eyes had laughter and joy in them that you so missed during times like this. You missed Bill Weasley. For more than one reason.

“I’ve missed you more than quite a bit,” Bill reveals as you allow heat to rise to your cheeks. “I missed having my partner in crime around. Sneaking into the kitchens and then getting caught by McGonagall,” he recalls.

You laugh, “Stop, and then she asked if she could join us!” The two of you are in hysterics at the memory of eating leftovers and sweets in the kitchens with Minerva McGonagall as third year students, chatting about school and life after Hogwarts. McGonagall had always taken a liking to the two of you. She always said that you two were peas in a pod.

Bill smiles and takes a sip from his whiskey before speaking, “How long are you working tonight? I’d be happy to stay with you until you clock out.”

Your eyes widen and you shake your head, “Oh no, I couldn’t ask you to do that. I’m the closer and we don’t close the bar down until two in the morning.”

With a cheeky smirk, Bill huffs, “Well, we’ve got a lot to catch up on and we got...” he looks at the clock on the wall, “four and a half hours to kill. So, start talking, (Y/N). We’ve got all night,” he speaks, dropping his left eye in a wink as you smile with a blush. 

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For the next four hours, you and Bill caught up on everything. And by everything, you mean everything. His life after Hogwarts sounded much more interesting than what you had been doing to keep busy. Bill had been spending his time as a Curse-Breaker for Gringott’s, going on missions throughout Egypt, coming home to London here and there. You smiled as he recounted his stories with such passion and love in his eyes. It was evident that Bill loved what he was doing and he was sad that he couldn’t continue doing his job, now being stationed back in London at a boring desk job. Quite the downgrade from fighting and defeating mummies to working an office job.

Soon, people were filing out of the bar as closing time approached until it was just you and Bill in the pub. You had moved from standing behind the bar to sitting on a stool next to Bill, leaning on the bar as you listened to his deep baritone voice speak to you. 

Bill placed a hand on your knee, giving it a squeeze. “(Y/N)? Tell me something,” he speaks.

“Anything, Weasley,” you smile at him, sleepily.

Bill chuckles, “Why are you working as a bar maid when you could be going out and doing what you love? Teaching. You’ve always wanted to teach students magic and it doesn’t seem fair that you are parked behind a bar pouring ale and lager to lazy blokes.” You roll your eyes and shake your head. “I’m serious. What’s stopping you?”

You sigh and recount everything that has held you back from doing what you want. First off, no wizarding school in the United Kingdom was hiring any professor right now due to the climate of the wizarding world. The only other option was moving to America and maybe teaching there at Ilvermorny? Maybe Beauxbatons in France? But it wasn’t a guarantee that you could find a job with such little teaching experience under your belt. “Besides the hiring freeze? I have no experience teaching, Bill. Plus, I want to make money for myself right now so I can save it up and move into my own place rather than living in my small flat with a bunch of my mates. The only other jobs are abroad and I do not have that much money to make a move like that. Besides, my whole family is here. My friends. And you’ve just come back now and leaving just seems illogical,” you sigh, knowing that your dream would have to wait.

He shakes his head, “Excuses, excuses.” You shake your head and take a sip from the whiskey that you had poured yourself, the amber liquid warming up your chest and stomach. It tasted like graduation. “If I can teach a year at Hogwarts, then you certainly can. Besides, you were just as good, if not better, than me in Defense Against the Dark Arts. I’m sure they could use your help more than ever right now.”

Looking up at Bill, you see how tender and soft his gaze is on you. He really meant every word he spoke to you with genuine honesty. Looking at Bill now was like looking at someone who you had known forever. He really hadn’t changed one bit. He was witty and kind and smart and sweet. Your Bill. But at the same time, he was different. He had become so mature and ruthless and brave. It was a new Bill, a Bill you could get used to. 

You look down and see that his hand was still placed on your knee. Clearing your throat, you shift in your seat and Bill retracts his hand, digging it into the pocket of his jacket again as you take a sip of your whiskey. “Well,” you start, “I know I would be a better professor than you...I’m better at a lot of things than you,” you tease him as he rolls his eyes. 

“Oh yeah? Do I smell a challenge?” Bill laughs as you shrug. “Ah, ah, don’t start something you can’t finish, sweetheart,” he leans back in his chair, tongue pressed to his cheek as you gulp, the nickname making your palms sweat. “Go on,” he speaks, daring you to challenge him. “You chose.”

Trying to ignore the rapid increase in your heart rate, you swallow hard. “Fine,” you smile before reaching over to the other side of a bar, grabbing a jar filled with a red liquid and multiple bright red cherries. Twisting the cap open, you pluck out two maraschino cherries, one for you and one for Bill. “I can tie a cherry stem with my tongue faster than you can,” you smirk, flirtatiously biting the cherry of its stem as Bill’s eyes widen and he gulps, shifting in his seat.

He clears his throat, “Yeah? How much you wanna bet?” 

You think for a moment, trying to find a wager that would make this worth your while. “If I win, you pick up the tab from tonight,” you smile.

“I thought this was all on the house?” he scoffs with a smirk.

“Not if you lose,” you sing song, making him roll his eyes. “And Albert told me about a new worker at Gringott’s. Fleur Delacour? Yeah, you’ve gotta ask her out on a date,” you smirk. 

Bill’s eyes widen. “Fleur?!” he exclaims with a laugh. “She’s my co-worker! Plus, we’re just friends. Nothing’s there,” he reasons as you shake your head.

You laugh, “Well those are my terms if I win. Gotta get you out on the dating field, Weasley.” You tease him as he smirks, looking down at the whiskey glass in his hands. “And if you win?”

He thinks for a moment, swirling the whiskey around and around in his glass, pondering what his terms would be. Bill bites the cherry off the stem as you watch his lips move carefully, like you were in a trance of some kind. You quickly shake it off, trying to keep yourself from getting distracted by him. “If I win,” Bill huffs, “then first of all, the drinks are on the house. Second, you’ll have to stop by the Burrow because once Mum hears that you’re in London, she’ll have a cow,” he laughs as you giggle. Molly Weasley, what an angel. “And third of all,” he speaks, leaning forward on his elbows so he’s closer to your face as you inhale sharply, “I’ll ask whoever the fuck I want on a date.”

Your heart stops for a moment as your whole body tingles as the words all from his lips. You can’t take your eyes off of his you are frozen. Bill smirks at your reaction before slowly leaning back in his chair, biting down softly on his lower lip as you gulp. “O-Okay then,” you manage to make out, trying to reorient yourself as Bill chuckles. “Count of three?” you speak before placing the cherry stem in your mouth as Bill does his. “One...two...three.”

With that, the two of you start twisting your tongue around the cherry stem, trying to tie it before the other could. Your heart is racing a mile a minute and your stomach is doing flips as your mind is screaming what the hell is going on. The entire time Bill doesn’t take his eyes off of you, staring into yours. The act felt so inherently sexual that you could feel your palms sweat and a second heartbeat between your thighs grow. This was a terribly good idea. 

You can feel the cherry stem in your mouth finally slip into a knot as your eyes widen in victory, hand flying up to your mouth so you can show Bill the work you have done. As you hand reaches your lips, Bill’s fingers slyly pull his cherry stem out of his mouth just mere milliseconds before you. “I win,” he speaks.

“You cheated!” you instantly accuse him, pointing your finger at him.

Bill chuckles, “How did I cheat? I won fair and square and you know it, you sore loser.”

You shake your head, “I clearly won, you saw me! You had to have cheated, just so you could get free whiskey out of it!” Bill just shakes his head and grabs your chair, pulling you closer to him as you fail to notice as you keep rambling nervously. “Admit it, Bill, you just don’t like to admit that you’re not Hogwarts’ golden child anymore. You’ve out grown that title. Step aside for the new winner which is me, of course. You know I won, come on, Bill. I def-”

“(Y/N)?” he asks softly.

You realize that you are mere inches away from Bill now, his hands resting on either side of your stool. You inhale slowly and gulp, trying to calm yourself down to prepare for the inevitable. “Yes, Bill?” you respond just as softly.

“Shut up,” he whispers with a smile.

“Okay.”

Without further hesitation, Bill leans forward and connects your lips together as you inhale deeply, kissing him back and wrapping your arms around his neck instantly. Bill’s hands slide around your sides before hoisting you onto the bar, him standing between your legs as he kisses you deeper. You wrap your legs around his torso, drawing him closer to you, needing to feel his body pressed against yours. His lips move against yours with deep desire that he had been saving for so long and finally, you both were getting what you wanted for so long. His mouth tasted of the whiskey as you took more and more of it, drunk off of his kiss. 

His hands held onto you tightly, not daring to let you go as you lightly moaned into his lips, making him smirk. Bill’s tongue was cool against yours as he massaged yours with his, snogging you right in the middle of the bar. Your mouths moved together, lusting after the other’s touch. You hands ran down his chest and his abs as he groaned gently into your mouth, making your stomach flutter as you smirked softly. Bill’s hand cupped your cheek before making its way to the back of your neck, pressing your lips harder against his. 

You wanted to take him in this pub just like this, but Bill pulls away before you can push off his jacket. The two of you are breathless from kissing, chest heaving up and down, a smile on both of your faces as you blush a wild crimson. “You win,” you surrender to Bill who chuckles.

“I always win, sweetheart,” he winks before kissing you again, this time short as you whine when he pulls away. “And since I won, that means that this whiskey,” he points to his glass, “is on the house, you’ll be joining the Weasley’s for Sunday dinner, and on Monday night, you’ll be taking the night off so I can take you out on a proper date rather than just snogging on the bar of the pub,” he speaks as you laugh.

You run your fingers through his hair, “You mean you do like snogging me on the bar?” you tease him.

Bill furrows his brows, “Hey, hey, slow your roll. Don’t put words in my mouth now.” You laugh, placing your hands on his shoulders. “There’s nothing I’d rather do than snog you in every location of his pub,” he winks as you roll your eyes. “But I reckon a girl like you should be taken out on a proper date by a bloke like me, eh?” 

Pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, you speak against them, “It’d be my honor.”

“Wicked,” he smirked, giving your sides a squeeze before hoisting you down from the bar. “How about you lock this place up and I’ll walk you back to your flat. Can’t have precious cargo like you roaming the streets alone,” he speaks with a gentle tap on your bum as you roll your eyes.

You shove his shoulder teasingly, “Hey, just because you came back from Egypt, Mr. Big Shot, doesn’t mean you make my decisions for me.” Bill chuckles as you smile, “But yeah, I’ll let you walk me home, Weasley.”

[karasunology]

❝ AM I YOUR LOCKSCREEN? ❞ ❝ YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT. ❞ with KUROO TETSUROU !

How about “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.” kuroo getting caught by his crush who's also his best friend HAHAH

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ kuroo tetsurou <3

[ trigger warnings ━ crackhead jae in the house writing at 3 am😔✋ ]

-ˏˋ ✉️ REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN.

⇣ please read the RULES before requesting.

✎ . . . request a prompt from this prompt list and i'll answer 'em !

KUROO TETSUROU.

➜ having a phat juicy crush😋 on kuroo was hard for you

➜ not only has it been going for awhile now, but it has also developed through the mid stages of your friendship

➜ but like ,,, who wouldn't lmao

➜ kuroo is literally such a good friend and somewhat flirty & affectionate to the point that the line between best friends and lovers was just a blur

➜ he would carry your bag for you, help you with your failing grades, reason #2525 why you don't got a significant other😔✋ a thread by jae, & even introduced kenma to you which actually seemed to enjoy your company even if it may not seem like it

➜ he cares a lot about you and does not hesitate to show it, but the problem being was that you didn't know what his intentions were

➜ were they friend based? or perhaps he had other intentions?

➜ these stupid questions that SHOULDN'T even be on your mind, raced along the folds of your brain as all that you could think about was kuroo

➜ and it pushed you in the brink of insanity

➜ and whenever you would hang out alone with kenma, either talking his ears out as if you were a podcast, while playing from his psp, and kuroo would walk in ─ kenma being the observant guy he was, noticed the change of your behaviour

➜ as he noticed that you would prefer hanging out with him alone now rather than with both him and kuroo

➜ being the good best friend he is, and being too tired of this bs and just DATE ALREADY FFS, he arranged a plan of getting you two to atleast be in the same room as each other

➜ and it didn't even take him a hot minute to think of it since bb boy was just too big brain energy and ugh

➜ the power he holds😍

➜ you : i'm so tired of this

➜ kenma : imagine how tired we are? imagine how tired we are of this

➜ the three of you were set to go out for shopping but kuroo and and you knew how kenma was kinda bad with crows so you guys separately offered to go with him not knowing the other was coming

➜ but it was only then when you arrived at a house and being welcomed by the sight of kuroo in casual wear and not of the sounds of kenma's game boy made you rethink all your life decision

➜ you : waIT A MINUTE, WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE

➜ but then a storm said aight imma head in and you didn't have any choice but to accept kuroo's offer of you staying in his house until storm calms down

➜ ugh honestly, kenma + mother nature = matchmaker duo that nobody asked for but needed✋😔😩

➜ there was a weird stuffy and somewhat awkward atmosphere between you two & kuroo was aware of it

➜ you guys watched netflix but didn't chill😔👊

➜ we'll get em next time boys

➜ but doing these made you feel at ease, as you could FEEL the vibrations of kuroo's laugh whenever you would jump on a scene while you unknowingly scooted closer to him

➜ and of course kuroo being kuroo, he never lets this chance of teasing you escape from the window

➜ nosirrr

“ not gonna lie, you could have just said you wanted to get a bit closer to me and i wouldn't reject the idea of cou ─ ” you punched him as he shrieked in pain

➜ everything was going well and UGH i could even go as far as saying that you were cuddling, intentionally or not

➜ sadly, the storm decided it was enough fun for now and ceased, and now after hanging around with kuroo normally for the first time, you didn't wanna leave

➜ but of course you had no reason to stay

➜ as you walked to his front door ready to leave, you remembered you had forgotten your phone on his bed as he quickly went back for it

➜ while looking for your phone as he called it using his, he saw it under the overs. pulling it out to slide on the [ decline ] button, his face was met with a picture of both him and you, but of course all that he could see was him

➜ blinking, he closed the phone before opening it again, making sure that it wasn't just him seeing things

➜ and when it confirmed that he wasn't dreaming, he cover his face with the palm of his hand, burrying it there as he silently screeched with all his might not to come all undone with just that

➜ THIS BOY MAY SEEM LIKE A TOUGH HUGE DOM GUY THAT'S NOT AFRAID TO PUT YOU IN YOUR PLACE, but honestly mans is just a softie for you and is a huge dork don't @ me

➜ running down the stairs as fast as he could with a grin, he handed it back to you, but before you could thank him he spoke first

“ am i your lockscreen? ” his grin widened as he could see a blush tinting on your cheeks while you simultaneously averted your eye contact with him

➜ because suddenly, the most interesting thing as of rn was the wall

“ you're not supposed to see that. ”

➜ you regretted saying it once you saw the shit-eating grin yet bashful expression tugged on kuroo's face

“ uh anyays let me just go now um ─ ”

➜ you went outside his house as you strongly pull the front door shut on the way out, leaving kuroo in a lovesick haze as he grinned all the way back to his room dancing along the halls to a non-existent music, making sure to thank kenma

➜ because you bet that he was going to ask you about it the next day

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Always wanted to ask for : Wesker x his SO in first few months of relationship at Umbrella (trying to hide work romance because of Albert's dumb work rules, but fails miserably) :D

Note: I gotta admit, it did occur in my mind at some point but never put it on paper. Thank you so much for being patient💜 It would also help me a lot if you can drop a comment or reblog 🤗

Pairing: Albert Wesker x F!Reader

Warnings: none.

-> Wesker is a calculated man who prefers logical thinking over feelings, so he doesn’t believe in romance or in the concept of relationship. For him, a partner is that person who you rely on to satisfy your needs and then move on with your life and goals. When they first met, his soon-to-be partner was aware of his ways, yet it was a surprise for both when things evolved into a separate direction, one that seemed like a traditional relationship. They would often meet after work, with Wesker coming to check on y/n for foolish reasons or y/n coming to ask Wesker silly questions. They yearned for each other attention and y/n was the first to initiate a serious talk about their feelings. Wesker enjoyed her company and he didn’t lie to himself when admitting that there was a slight sense of competition between them. Not that it bothered him, in fact, he liked a more competitive partner because it would push him to work harder on his skills.

-> And so they began dating, a weird territory for both of them since they have a deeper connection with their work rather than their personal life. Since Wesker is a strict and organized man, he’ll try to set boundaries between them so things won’t get out of control. He’ll focus more on what the outside world sees, meaning he won’t be comfortable expressing their affection in public. Mostly he will be the now to push her away every time she wants to be affectionate with him. Albert doesn’t want useless rumors circulating around. Not that he cares about what others think, he just doesn’t like people barging into his personal life or make assumptions about it. He tries to keep it professional and he can’t with y/n beside him because he melts the second that woman touches him. Because of this calming effect, he cannot think straight and he can’t risk mixing the wrong chemicals. So, the fewer interactions, the better. In their privacy, they both act like normal couples with no trouble expressing themselves.

->Speaking of public, one of his greatest fear is Annette, William’s wife, because she won’t hesitate to tease the poor man. She knows him as an incurable bachelor and finally having someone will be a premier of her mocking show. She has a liking for mocking Albert and it's not due to some hidden friendship, but more to an antipathy between them. She claims to be a bad influence on her family, but she doesn’t realize is that the only bad influence in William’s life is his own work. Next in line would be his sister, Alex, who has great satisfaction in teasing him due to their sibling rivalry. She is a mean queen and will show no mercy to her adoptive brother. His significant other is no exception. Alex would gladly run to her and tell her all these embarrassing secrets about Wesker, like his emo phase, the time he dreamed to be in a band and practice his growl ending up woking an entire institution one night, and the list goes on. What she enjoys the most is the picture she has of him from when he was in the army and was forced to have a crew cut. William wouldn’t care as he is too preoccupied with his research. How many juicy secrets slipped through William’s ear, secrets many would die to know (literally). He would just nod and keep starring throughout the small lenses of the microscope. It’s not the first time Wesker tells him about his amorous life, so his brain switches to autopilot mode. Sherry would be the most awkward and she will ask if y/n is her new aunt.

-> It works great. Wesker managed to keep the situation under control until he started to lose control over himself. He feels so better and confident in this relationship with y/n that he can’t resist not praising this woman for the good she makes him feel. So, he will kiss her while gently whispering a “thank you” whenever she would help him with his work. He will hold her hand in the cafeteria and leave small presents on her desk whenever he would arrive earlier (chocolate, flowers, samples).

-> It’s obvious he had plenty relationship in the past, some in the traditional way, some modern ones, wither were visible for the public eye or not.

-> One of the main reasons he was afraid of opening up at the beginning was to protect himself. He can’t possibly tell how it will evolve so it’s easier to set boundaries. He has enough experience to know that everything is sweet at the beginning, that both fake it, and that it can turn out very bad. He wants to get to know his s/o before displaying their affection to the public or to get more emotionally involved. However, Y/N doesn’t seem to be bothered by this. She wants to take it slow as well, even if she wants to jump on him whenever she sees him. What can’t you love at him? He’s smart, handsome, responsible, and had a stable job. Sure he can be weird but y/n can see past that.

Wesker was meticulously watching the cells moving through the microscope lenses. It was a normal human blood sample that was about to be infected with the T-virus. Without moving from his position, he greeted his s/o who just made her way in the lab searching for some samples as well. He can’t get enough of her. He’s been breaking his stupid rules for weeks now. First, he held her hand in the cafeteria while waiting in line, then subtle hugs or shoulder massages while she was working, then small kisses that he didn’t care they turned out to be more passionate for the public eye. The relationship turned out to be better than expected and he sees it as a success. Besides, as the relationship advanced, Wesker became more aware of the other male coworkers who flirted with y/n (unaware of their relationship at that time), so he had to mark his belongings. Everyone knows about them, yet they know better than to be intrusive. As expected, Annette and Alex had their fun in teasing the couple and y/n had her fun in seeing Albert in a crew cut. He was adorable.

Once she got her samples, she went next to Albert without disturbing him.

Her fingers gently slid between his large ones while the other hand put down the samples and grabbed his arm. He squeezed gently her hand not taking his eyes from the microscope.

“Can you pass me the T-virus sample?”

“The blue one?”

“Mhm” he nodded.

Without breaking the hold, she passed him what he asked for.

Once the substance made contact with the blood Albert muttered under his breath “It’s working.” He said as the cell rapidly moved.

“What’s working?”

“The virus becomes more efficient.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

Albert couldn’t tell. He didn’t understand Spencer’s intentions so he couldn’t really have a proper reaction.

“I guess.” He stood up taking y/n in a proper hug. Her head was resting on his chest and she could hear his racing heartbeat. Something troubled him but she didn’t know why.

“You know can talk to me.” She lifted her head so she can look at him but he looked down at her with a worried gaze.

“It’s nothing, relax.” His hands moved to her shoulder and he pressed his lips on her forehead staying like that for a few seconds. The sound his lips made when he pulled away echoed in the room. They’ve been sitting in silence for a couple of minutes in each other’s embrace until Albert finally calmed down. He really needs to learn how to express his feelings.