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dickarchivist · 1 year ago

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Don't Stop on my Account

Wolffe × Fem!Reader, new/budding relationship

MINORS BEGONE 🔞

Warnings: n s f w 18+, self pleasure, fantasizing, watching, unprotected PiV sex, overstim, yearning, touch of angst, and smut, so much smut

Summary: missing your new sweetheart's touch, you decide to go solo, only to discover you're not as alone as you thought you were 👀

Little over 1800 words

Author's notes: I haven't written in a long time so sorry if this is rough! Wolffe is my fav clone so this is incredibly self indulgent yeehaw. Also use protection!

You'd been warned so many times. "Stay away from the republic clones, they're hot but there's no guarantees with them." Your friends know you well, you have the habit of falling for people a little too hard, a little too fast. And they were right, of course, you'd met plenty of clones that never came back. Even so, knowing all this: When Wolffe was around, all of your logic seemed to be thrown away.

You'd spent every night for a few weeks with him. As soon as he was allowed away from his post, and you with work, you'd find each other. In the morning he'd wake you before he left your flat with a soft kiss, just enough that you'd be able to fall back asleep once he was gone. Wolffe would make sure you knew he had a good time, and he was excited to see you again. The cycle repeated until one day, it didn't.

Wolffe doesn't wake you with a kiss that day, he tries to sneak out, but catches his boot on last night's clothes, and his stifled, "Kriff!" wakes you instead. He blushes when you look at him with a pout, hair tossed and body bare to him. "So you're leaving today, hm?"

"I uh... I am," Wolffe straightens up, putting on the cold stare he gave to others. You'd never seen it aimed at you before, and it makes you feel small. "I got my orders last night, headed--"

But that smallness only lives until "last night" tumbles from his lips. You sit up a little with betrayal clear on your face, angry now, "You got them last night and you didn't think to tell me?" You don't know why that hurts so much, but it does. It hurts more than you thought it ever would.

But he looks hurt too, his eyes heavy with guilt now as he glares at the floor, "I didn't know how, okay? This- this thing, it's new to me, kriff, you have me thinking I could--" He stops, and you wait for him to continue, but he just shakes his head and lets the thought die, "I'll be back soon."

"How soon?"

"Sooner than you think... but not as soon as we'd hope."

You want to be mad, stars you want to tell him to fuck off... But you find yourself instead getting out of bed and moving to kiss him. Wolffe doesn't hesitate to lean down and kiss you back, collecting you in his arms and holding you close. His armor feels cold against your bare skin and he chuckles when you pull away.

He admires your goosebumps, that cocky smirk on his face as he touches your body. His glove hand runs over your breast, circling your nipple, and you moan softly at his touch. Before you can even think, the words come out, "Please stay..."

The sadness returns to his eyes instantly, "I can't..." you stand in silence, before he takes your hand and squeezes it, then presses it to his lips, "Tell me to come back safe instead, Mesh'la..."

"No..." you set yourself against his chest, one hand were his heart would be as the other hugs around his waist, "I don't want you to leave at all. Stay with me."

Wolffe tilts your head to look at him. His voice is stern, but there's a plea in his eyes, a need to hear you say it, "Tell me to come back safe."

You get on your toes and place one more kiss to his lips, whispering against him, "Come home to me, Wolffe. Come home safe..."

"I will." He kisses you once more before he leaves you standing there alone.

You miss him. You miss him for a long time.

When you get back into bed, your mind goes back to the night before he left. You wish the sheets still smelled like him, and all you want is his touch, his warmth. The feeling of his hands on your body as he handles you, his lips on your skin, his teeth marking your neck, and his length deep within your walls.

"Wolffe..." you whimper, shutting your eyes. Your nipples are the last place you felt his bare handed touch, so you decide to start there, and you whimper again, "Wolffe..." as you feel yourself up.

When you start to rub your legs together, you lay yourself on your back and run one hand down your stomach. The memory of Wolffe's hand running the same course sending chills over you. You open your legs for yourself- no, for him. Always for him, you think to yourself, picturing Wolffe between your legs again.

You bite your bottom lip and moan as you slide your fingers between your folds. "F-fuck-- Wolffe~ oh~" He'd chuckle if he were there, you think, telling you how pretty your folds looks all wet for him, "O-only for you". Your fingers spread your slick from your entrance up to your clit, and you moan again, mimicking his tongue with your fingers.

"Wolffe, oh~" you feel yourself throb as you start rubbing circles into yourself. You have to use three fingers to match the size of his two, and you moan louder, "Fuck me, please, oh, ah..."

You let go of your nipple and bring your other hand down, teasing your entrance as you rub your clit. You can hear Wolffe in your head saying how needy you are, telling you to ask for what you want, and maybe he'll give it to you.

"I-I want you, I want you, please oh-" you slip two fingers inside your slick walls and clench around them, gasping, "Wolffe!!"

It's then that you hear a low chuckle, "You want me, hm?" and your eyes open. You're not sure how you willed him back. Your hands slow a bit, and Wolffe chuckles again, starting to remove his clothes, "Don't stop on my account Mesh'la. Go on, touch yourself. I want to see you."

Renewed blush burns your cheeks and shoulders as you watch him strip down to nothing but his small clothes. The bulge in his shorts makes you ache, but all he does is set his hands on your knees and spread you open a little more, "Keep going, I want to see how this plays out."

Wolffe watches your hands with hungry eyes as you do what your told. He kisses your inner thighs as your hand rubs faster against your clit, fingers curling inside your walls with a sweet wet smack. "Wolffe... I'm- I'm close, please..."

"Cum then," Wolffe bites your soft skin and you moan for him, clenching around your fingers, "When you cum, I'll give you what you want."

"I want you..." you pant, moving faster as you feel your climax building, "I want you, Wolffe, I want you, I--" he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue.

Your hands move faster in your walls and on your clit, and as you spasm under your own touch, back arching off your bed, you scream his name, "Wolffe!! Oh!"

Before you can come down from your own pleasure, with your head still spinning, Wolffe begins to move. He takes your hands from yourself and places your slick fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean of your slick. When he's done with your hands, he puts them over your head, with a cocky chuckle, "Tell me what you want."

"I want you," You're so dizzy, but you open yourself to him and put your legs over his waist, "I want you Wolffe, please... please..."

"What do you want Mesh'la?" You can tell he's teasing you. He likes it when you get crude with him about your desires. Walking in on you masturbaiting to a fantasy of him must have done wonders for his ego, and it's showing. He rolls his hips forward, barely grazing your folds with his bulge, but it's enough to make you squirm and moan. "I'll ask again," he rolls his hips once more, "What do you want?"

Your heart pounds, and you lean your head to the side, "Fuck me!"

Your hips come up, trying to gain any friction, and you whine, turning to look at him again, "Fuck me Wolffe, I need you. Please!"

"Since you asked so nicely~" Wolffe leans back from between your legs and removes his shorts finally, freeing his length with a sigh of relief.

You expected him to climb back into the bed, but he pulls you forward by your spread legs, bringing you to the edge of the bed. You hook your legs around his waist again as he slides his length through your folds. Wolffe stimulates your clit with the head of his length, then slides it down to your entrance. He teases you a little, "Already prepped for me, hm? It's like you knew I'd want to be deep in you when I got back."

You open your mouth to retort, but all that comes is a drawn out moan as Wolffe's length fills you for the first time in what feels like an eternity. The clone gives his own grunt of content as he presses a hand onto your belly and fills you completely, "You feel so good, so wet for me."

"O-only for you..." you pant, hands gripping the sheets above you.

Wolffe smirks at you as he slowly drags his hips back, only to snap them forward quick and rough. A surprised, "Ah!" Comes from you, and your back arches. He does it again, and again, building speed until you're bouncing on his cock. He holds your waist and fucks into you hard, the sweet wet slaps of skin on skin filling your bedroom. The sounds mingle in the air with grunts and moans, names whispered and then yelled soon after.

You feel another climax starting to threaten, and you look up into Wolffe's eyes, seeing the same building pressure on his face. His hand goes to your clit and you scream his name in ecstasy as he fucks into you wildly, hips surging forward in sporadic hard thrusts. Wolffe grits his teeth as he spends himself deep within your walls, collapsing forward onto your shaking body as you both bask in the after glow.

Your arms tremble as you hug around his chest, moaning as he lazily rolls his hips with aftershocks. As Wolffe kisses your neck, you bury your face in his shoulder, placing your own soft kisses to his hot skin, "Welcome home, Wolffe..."

#commander wolffe #fanfic #sw fic #smut #sorry for you know *gestures at fic*#wolffe x reader #wolffe x you #tcw smut

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rileys-battlecats · 3 months ago

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If you haven’t already answered this yet, can I ask why MicaClan chose the territory they currently live in? It seems like an interesting decision to choose such a different area to try to survive in. Although the more lush area probably means less droughts and higher elevation could possibly mean less flood risks, avoiding the two major issues that caused them to move in the first place. They still have to relearn everything though in such a different area. Or was there less thought behind it and it was more just get to higher ground to avoid the water and then they got tired of traveling and decided to stop once they were sufficiently high up?

Also can I ask what kind of border threats they faced when establishing their new territory? Were there other groups of cats? Was it mostly predators and dangerous animals? Did dogs or twolegs pose a challenge to their borders?

Sorry I kinda have a lot of questions haha I just really like your story and characters and settings and everything and wanna know all I can about them and get a deeper knowledge of everything

I AM SO HAPPY TO RECEIVE THIS QUESTION

You're right that there were material aspects as to why they chose to settle where they did; the mountain seemed like a good place to avoid any more catastrophic floods with the high elevation, the spring-fed stream that runs through the territory also seemed like a guarantee against any future droughts, and the area had plenty of prey to feed the clan. But the real deciding factor was the soil!

The idea was basically that they found a place where the very ground seemed to be blessed by Starclan. I've written about this on the blog before, but it was wayyy way back and I haven't mentioned it again since then HAHA, but I based Micaclan's territory on a place I used to hike every now and again. The area used to be the location of a mica mine, and the ground there still sparkles with all the tiny shards of minerals in the ground (which is actually why they're called Micaclan; I gave them the name before I'd fully decided on the clan not being from the area originally lol). So they basically were like "if this isn't a sign from Starclan then I don't know what is" and set up camp! It ended up being the right choice in the end, because they found the Moonmirror in the abandoned mine on their territory, which gave them much needed access to Starclan (even if they can't use it outside of emergencies).

For border threats, I imagine them dealing with all sorts of things, especially in the beginning when they were just establishing their borders. I think of micaclan's territory being far enough from human civilization that they don't have to worry about construction or cars or anything, but close enough that they have a human hiking trail acting as one of their borders, or at least having a hiking trail close enough that they have to deal with the occasional stray dog or human. In addition to this, predators like black bears or coyotes would make trouble for the clan, and maybe a mountain lion drifted through the territory at one point (which would have been a harrowing time indeed).

As for rogues or other groups of cats, I think they might've brought that trouble with them! It's hard to conceal a big group of cats traveling in search of a new territory, and I think they drew some unwanted attention on their way up to the mountain. Maybe other groups noted them, and decided to let the strangers do the hard work of staking out a good territory before swooping in to take their place? I don't think there were any other cats living where Micaclan ends up, so they wouldn't be contesting land with any other resident cats. Those that threatened their new borders were usually looking to try to take their place. Basically they were like "so the weirdos you pegged as 'death within the month' 5 moons ago are actually now thriving and looking well-fed and healthy living on the mountain? I guess it can't be THAT dangerous, why don't we live up there instead? they can find somewhere else again, they're obviously good at finding nice territories."

the general gossip on micaclan as a group through the years basically goes like this: I heard there was a big group (a clan?) passing through looking to set up a new territory, hope they don't settle here -> apparently that big clan that passed through a few moons back is living further up the mountain? wonder how long it'll be before they're eaten by bears -> there's a big group of cats living further up the mountain, maybe the mountain makes for a good territory after all... -> there's a weird cat cult up the mountain and if you step on their turf they will Kick Your Ass

#ask #mudlore #micaclan #mud worldbuilding #I don't think any other groups of cats have tried to settle close to micaclan's turf simply because they can't handle the outside threats #clan cats are just Built Different and they have medical knowledge and battle strategy/coordination/tactics that let them deal with #things like coyotes and bears and stuff #the average cat gang just doesn't wanna go through the trouble tbh #but they might see the area Micaclan's already staked out as easier to manage #since the predators in the area are already discouraged from crossing through #and this is why micaclan dealt with so many attacks from outsiders #maybe it's was even just one or two other groups #just all vying for the spot that micaclan found #idk i'm just spitballing here

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weebsinstash · 2 years ago

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Once upon a time I read an isekai/villlainess manhwa where the FL was married to an emperor and said emperor had a male concubine who acted innocent but in fact wasn't. Cannot remember the name for the life of me but like. The concept gave me an idea.

Like imagine an isekaid FL who knows what events will transpire. She's been engaged to the emperor their entire lives but he becomes infatuated with this guy and takes him in as a concubine before he and FL get married, so he's already been living in the palace long before her. In the original story, the FL was a villainess and acted out against the concubine which got her a bad ending, because the concubine, like all good villainous lovers in manhwa, is a scheming little shit.

So this time FL decides that she's just gonna try to get divorced before any of that happens. More importantly: unlike her original self, she's gonna act nice towards the concubine - cause he is the one who has the emperor's favor, not her, so by all means being in his good graces is her ticket to a peaceful life and who knows, maybe he'll even help her get that divorce down the line. No bullying, no giving into his baits to make himself look like a victim, just being polite, nice, civil. Invites him to tea so he won't be left out of social events, sends him a proper gift during his birthday, has civil conversations, compliments him, ignores him when he tries to flaunt his relationship with the emperor to make her upset.

Most importantly, FL minds her business. Lounges in her garden in peace. Does her empress job. Avoids the emperor when he seeks her out because she doesn't want to risk getting pregnant if she's trying to get that divorce later, which means they haven't had their first night yet. He's got his concubine so that's hardly an issue, right? So the emperor. He's the "I treat you very coldly and favor my concubine, but I wonder why it makes me very angry when YOU ignore ME. I need your attention and validation too >:("' type of husband. He's proud tho, so he keeps his distance except for a few tactless attempts to bed the empress. Like dude why would she bang you?? Take a hint.

BUT. BUT. Because he's a concubine from humble background and therefore doesn't have much of a social circle since he's not generally accepted by the nobles, when the empress starts being genuinely nice to him, he sticks to her like a TICK. Like if Navier was nice to Rashta, yk? So he goes from scheming little fox to actual puppy, dropping by her wing of the palace unnanounced, barging in for tea, trying to maintain conversations when she's very clearly weireded out wondering what he's up to, buying her gifts, encouraging her to stop having meals by herself and join them (he was perfectly fine having the dining room to himself and the emperor before, though?), starts getting possessive over her when literally anyone who isn't her maids interacts with her <3. It gets to a point where if he's not seen with the emperor, it's almost guaranteed he's with the empress.

FL is undoubtedly terrified. The story wasn't supposed to go like this. Why is he with her all the time? But still, trying to ignore or reject his friendliness now would be a terrible move, so she entertains him. The emperor is like, "what the fuck, since when are you so close?" and seems pretty bitter about it. So the concubine notices that despite his relationship with the emperor being great, and his relationship with the empress going great (in his eyes), things between emperor and empress are pretty shitty. Time to be a scheming fox again.

So he starts bringing up to the emperor, "Hey, it's been over a year since you married the empress and you haven't got an heir :(" to which the emperor replies "I mean. She rejects me every time I try something? What am I supposed to do?" So now the concubine is looking at the emperor, thinking, "Well, he looks upset." and then he looks at the Empress, "She isn't pampered by the emperor, she's so pitiful :'( .... I can help with that >:]".

So one night FL notices feel things are off. The bath she took was?? fancier than usual?? roses, tangerines, oils for her skin and hair?? The nightgown arranged for what was supposed to be her wedding night?? They're dolling her up to go to sleep? What?? The hell she needs perfume for?? Then the butler knocks on her door saying the concubine is inviting her to his room because he's lonely and he could use some company. FL is extremely wary of concubine, so she thinks refusing means he'll complain to the emperor how she's being mean to him so she obliges and goes there - there's guards on his doors and everything, and the doors are locked as soon as she's in.

But turns out, the concubine already has company, considering that the emperor is right there and they're fucking. FL is shook. She thinks it's another attempt to embarrass/humiliate her so she immediately is like "Oh! Sorry! Didn't mean to barge in (except you literally called me here)!! I'll be leaving you two alone and taking my leave!!! Have fun!!!!!" but the concubine immediately stops her. He's like "Oh don't leave. Come on. Why don't you come closer? I'm trying to help you uwu. See? I already got him all worked up for you! :D Right, love?" and the emperor is basically. Just about to have a heart attack. Cause tbh he's been looking forward to this since the concubine proposed the idea to him. And FL is glued to the spot like what the fuck is going on, they can't be seriously inviting me to a threesome, but yeah they are. Concubine has to get up and urge her to come to the bed, dismissing all her protests and refusal as shyness, and as soon as they got her on the bed they prep her to take the emperor. When it's FL's turn to take the emperor the concubine is right by her side holding her hand and giving her little kisses, scolding the emperor like "Be more gentle!! She's not used to it like I am, give her some time to adjust. No! Not that fast! Slow down, you're gonna hurt her, you brute!". Meanwhile he's praising FL while the Emperor is having the absolute time of his life above her. Concubine is proud of himself cause in his mind he's helping his two loves get along. Now he can say he's treasured by both emperor AND empress. What more could he ask for, honestly.

And then they live happily ever after <3 except FL who is clearly not gonna get that divorce <3

For one can I just say that I think removing limits on text in asks was like one of the best modern changes to tumblr 😩❤ i just come into my inbox and get MEALS, I am FED

I'm gonna be scrolling back and forth to kind of go down this idea in succession of events:

I feel like I would always be doomed as a transmigrated FL because I just. Am a very bad liar. And I'm also not really nearly quite as clever and cunning as a lot of these women are. I think I would definitely basically be immediately acting suspicious because, uh, good for you Mr Emperor dude for being engaged to your fiance since childhood or something but this is my body now and I don't know you and also I personally think you were rude as fuck to her so. Bye lmao! I just do not think I have the cleverness to try and emulate whomever my predecessor was nor fake affection for the people in her life

As a side note I kinda lowkey wish there were more stories where more people suspect the FL of being an entirely different person instead of just assuming she's acting weird. There have only been so many stories that do this and the only one I can immediately name is the LN/manga/anime Ascendance of a Bookworm where one of the MC's neighborhood friends realizes that Myne is way too mature to be the same person although she is also uh placed into a child's body which doesn't help (which the series is actually really good imo, a girl obsessed with books gets reincarnated into a world where books are an expensive luxury for nobles and she begins taking her modern world knowledge to the people, like making shampoo, eventually learning how to make cheap paper and make her own books herself)

Reader just over here like "since it is (concubine) who is in his majesty's heart, I wish you both the best :)" because she straight up does not give a fuck, thank god PLEASE go after this concubine, it's not like YOU want the Emperor, you don't even know the guy, nor do you even want to be here. Like forreal the restrictions of being nobility? There's literally a manhwa called The Evil Woman has Fun Again Today where the FL is a Korean woman transmigrated after reading a novel and she realizes she would literally be more powerful and have more freedom as the head of her wealthy family over being EMPRESS, and guess what SHE'S TOTALLY RIGHT. As Empress Reader would simultaneously be privileged but have SO many restrictions, having to maintain etiquette, having to have servants do many things she could just do herself, being unable to speak to them in certain ways

Idk when I heard male concubine I instantly started thinking of, a twink, but imagine if, Emperor himself is like a tall brick shithouse of a dude like on that idk 6'5 bullshit and then the concubine is like. Also an athletic build and also very hunky and cute and is like 6ft, he's like a swimmers body, like athletic but not overly muscular knwim? Hes muscular in like a palatable boyband kind of way does that make sense? Idk about you guys but I'm 5'6 so idk between the both of them that sounds like enough height for me 😳

Or. Idk. You know what, on a totally different angle than the previous idea, I also have a weakness for like. Men who are absolutely cunts. You know what I mean? It's the energy? Like. Immediate first two examples just instantly appearing in my head are these bitches

Male concubine who is just A MEAN VICIOUS SLUT TO EVERYONE but to you it's "your majesty 😊❤ are you going for a walk in the garden? owo let's go look at the flowers together 🥰" and you won't even know if he's being platonic or romantic with how affectionate he is all the time because BITCH YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH MY KIND-OF HUSBAND? Also like god you just know this palace would be filled with so much fucking gossip about the supposed love triangle and you're just left not actually liking either one of them 😩 i also imagine the concubine would pull certain strings to destroy any threats against his beloved Empress and Emperor including maybe violently punishing some mouthy servants who dare spread slander or maybe even do so little as displease his in the way they tend on the esteemed lady of the palace

(Also i actually just had a mini stroke remembering I did write something for Izaya YEEEEEEARS ago but that was literally in my ffn days and those no longer exist bc apparently the site was scrubbed or something at some point? Also I was a minor or something so it was cringe and bad. Maybe I'll come back for this bitch someday. Oh no the gears are already turning 💀 suddenly thinking of some absolutely toxic but "affectionate" yandere bullying blackmail shit right now 💀💀💀💀💀)

For The Drama I often think of Reader/FLs who love plants and grow them or have some sort of ability to grow them and they have a beautiful garden and they have personal knowledge of all the plants and some of them are :) birth control :) and she makes dishes with them and is just constantly on the pill except for Shark Week and, oh it would be so improper for the Emperor to visit for those nights then wouldn't it? It's not quite decorum nor up to his mor "opulent clean regal noble whatever" image he is expected to uphold

But for Drama Plus Premium Membership i think of the Emperor eventually finding out and having her entire garden destroyed and remodeled into like, a rose garden or a garden filled with whatever native cultural flower is symbolic of the monarchy/dynasty/the Emperor whatever. Reader's garden before is filled with all sorts of colors and plants and even "weeds" but those too can flower and have a purpose and be beautiful and now it's. A sterile fucking blur of the same flower over and over with arrangements you didn't pick with decorations you didn't pick and it's IN YOUR SPACE AND HE RUINED SOMETHING THAT WAS YOURS. Is the intent to tell you you're just like any other woman he has, that you cannot stand out, that you're just another faceless flower? Is it to say that you are always of the palace, his woman, and will never be anything else? Is it a clear threat or scolding for how you dared to deny him children when you are man and wife? The only message that is clear is that this is "his gift" to you and decorum dictates you happily accept. Which you don't. You break down sobbing immediately when you see it. You just begin staying inside your palace all day, refusing to leave the building, refusing to go anywhere at all besides your room, where you demand to be left alone. (Although I'm thinking of this in terms where the Empress while potentially holding many responsibilities also has like an army of her own secretaries and aides just as the emperor has his generals and court ministers and dukes and lower lords and such and should she not be up to task there are other people qualified to take over)

But anyways back to this other lil thing of "oh wow my husband/fiance the emperor is bi actually", male concubine developing an obsession with the Emperor and Reader having a baby because it's like a creation of life from the two people he's absolutely crazy about, bringing it up to Reader and taking her clear anxiety and reluctance as just being nervous and shy and going back to the Emperor and giving little whisperings in his ear of "oh, wouldn't the Empress look pretty with a little baby belly?"

In the nicest way possible I don't think I'd uh ever let a man stick it in me after he was just inside a dude purely for hygienic reasons, like uh thats kinda lowkey gross for me, I don't want someone else's inside juices (another bottom anyways) inside me male or female kwim 💀 so male concubine better be throwing some neck when Reader walks in or she's immediately turning right back around (not that she can leave lmao)

I also often think of like, things being slipped into incense or Reader's food that is intended to lightly drug her and make her more compliant/submissive/horny so I imagine maybe even some of the things slipped into her bath or the candles in the Emperor's chambers because like idk I guess it depends on whatever story you are attaching to Reader but I imagine she would be extremely visibly reluctant if not crying outright, and im sure there's male concubine to assuage the Emperor's fears because "oh she's just being a little shy, not isn't unusual for such a noble maiden right? :)" and the Emperor is kind of just lowkey "well you spend more time with her than I do so surely you know what you're talking about"

After the fact Reader is just sitting there being caressed and cuddled by the two men and she's just thinking "maybe I should have just started acting crazy to get kicked out before all this happens". Imagine if she killed herself or died during childbirth and she regresses and had to do it all over AGAIN. Imagine if male concubine and the Emperor also remember shit like she can after the regression, or if they can't remember their previous timeline exactly a lot of the feelings and emotions carry over, idk like some Madoka Magica shit

Honestly uh. I have slowly been accumulating ideas for a hypothetical Reader/Emperor story of my own if we're gonna be sharing ideas haha 👉👈 :

The Emperor before he becomes one is just one son out of like over a dozen, he is talented but not overly so in a way that he would stand out and draw the ire of his brothers competing for the throne. His mother is also not especially highly ranked in terms of her family and palace position (because if you think of it in like Chinese Imperial concubine terms they literally had rankings like a tier list of authority among the Emperor's lovers), if she is even still alive at all. Reader is a foreigner from an unknown land who is an orphan and was abandoned very young and then adopted by one of the older servants of the palace, being raised in the palace as a maid and potential future lady in waiting because her mother although just a servant is maybe like the head of her division and is very dependable and has a good reputation, maybe she's the head of embroidery or the kitchen or something like that

Because Reader is in a low position, and the future Emperor is not in the spotlight, they're both in a sort of position where they are feeling confined by living in this palace, stifled, alone, kind of resentful of where they are and who they're constantly surrounded by, always having to talk and act a certain way, never being able to just talk to someone and just DO anything without someone climbing up their ass about decorum. Maybe there is a banquet last night and Reader is taking a brief break on a balcony or in a garden somewhere and suddenly this random man who's face is not known to her begins talking to her and they start having this emotional conversation where she is kind of talking at him and he is listening very carefully but quietly and then like after they've been chatting for like 20, 30 minutes suddenly an attendant is appearing around the corner, "oh, 13th Prince, we've been looking all over for you" nd it's like SHIT YOU WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT BEING MISERABLE TO A MEMBER OF THE ROYAL FAMILY? But the Prince does not seem angry in the slightest and simply gives you a nod of acknowledgement as he's turning to leave with a "perhaps we can speak again soon"

At one point, you had made this sort of. Sadly sarcastic comment to him about "it seems like not even the Emperor can fully choose his own path or what he wishes for, but it seems that he at least has more choice than people like us"

Cue said Prince progressively becoming more well known in the palace? Whispers and rumors are everywhere? "The 13th Prince created a new tax system that helps repurpose money towards the growing of crops and helped the famine in the southwest region!" "Did you hear? The 13th Prince took up his own sword to squash that rebellion that broke out in the capital!" "There were a group of maids amd butlers caught rifling through the palaces and selling off smaller items that could be easily missed and the 13th Prince caught their leader in the act and had him executed and the rest sentenced to hard labor!"

I imagine at some point there's a war. A really awful bloody war with a neighboring country. Maybe it's caused by a massive famine, crops are not growing, the clouds are thin and rain refuses to fall. People are hungry. People are desperate. The 13th Prince volunteers to fight himself, and Reader feels a pain in her heart as she hears he is going to be deployed. Weren't they something akin to friends? Its not unusual to be worried for the safety of someone you care for. I imagine Reader literally runs to the edge of the palace grounds where him and his troop are leaving on horseback or whatever fantasy ass creature they're using for mounts and. She's not sure what to do or what is appropriate but, he looks around and they make eye contact, not being able to say a word to each other, but simply seeing each other, giving little node of acknowledgement to each other.

It's hard to tell from this distance but, he almost swears that you're crying as you simply raise a shaking hand to wave at him, as if to say, "good luck, take care"

And he leaves, and there's an emptiness in your heart you can't describe. And he's gone like that for, let's say, 2 years. Two straight years of you only being able to hear whispers and rumors because, you're just a servant, why should YOU be informed of the Prince's whereabouts or conditions, go do laundry bitch. Meanwhile, the current sitting Emperor is occasionally receiving updates on the war, the status of his multiple sons that have taken up arms, one of them in particular who is standing out with exceptional results, one in particular who at some point sends him a letter through a courier asking about a specific servant, by name, repeatedly. So now the Emperor is curious: who has caught the eye of his typically extremely emotionally constipated, socially withdrawn, will-only-speak-what-details-are-necessary-and-nothing-more son? Is this person somehow related to his son's sudden motivation to excel in every field? The Emperor is quite curious

At this point I'd like to say that I often think of stories with magic systems and I imagine that this country where this takes place has its own religion and cultural customs and I just. I just love the idea of there being a position of a Saintess where there is a destined woman who is supposed to be extremely gifted in magic and symbolic of being a savior of their people. Like it's a position that is supposed to be filled constantly but at some point whatever magical ritual, premonition that the priests and priestesses have that tells them a new Saintess has been chosen by the Gods has just... stopped happening, and in the present there has not been a Saintess for at least a century. I love the idea of the Saintess being able to do something that either most magic users are not good at or something that magic users typically cannot do at all, such as healing or controlling plants or the weather or all three.

so of course the Reader awakens as the Saintess at some point but we will get it that in a bit

So Reader only hears rumors and Whispers for like 2 years and is never sure exactly if the Prince is alive or dead besides whenever she hears rumors that. are not particularly flattering. Some of these word of mouth tales tell of the Prince stopping this war by any means possible, how he conquers regions, killing the leaders but also their families and children so that none may be swayed to take revenge. Just tale after tale after tale of the Prince you know achieving victory and leaving nothing but blood behind. And you tell yourself it's a war and you do not know the circumstances or if the rumors are even true but, you hold on to faith that he does what he does because it was needed. You... trust him to be doing the right thing

The day comes when you hear that the war has ended. The 13th Prince with his own troops, strategies, leadership, and even putting his own body in harm's way, had destroyed the enemy army piece by piece and cut off the head of the highest ranking General, maybe even slaughtering the entire royal family/monarchy of this enemy nation to completely destroy them and punish them for inciting this rebellion, maybe this is a double victory in not only winning the war but winning it through such force that, guess what, they just annex that country and take all the land for the Empire. The 13th Prince is a war hero

But. I imagine when he returns, people are, justifiably wary of him, nervous, if not outright scared. You rush to the gates to see if you can catch sight of him, and you see another reason why: he had gotten a scar on his face, something prominent, something serious, that made certain palace servants swoon over him before now fearful and even outright repulsed by him. He doesn't see you as he continues along the stone path with his army on their horses, but now you know. He's safe. He's home.

I imagine that even as you desperately want to, you cannot really seek him out to speak to him. Your relationship was always sort of casual friends, if even that, and what reason would a lowly servant like you have to seek out the Prince? Your heart aches but you're soothed knowing he is alright. But then you start hearing so much fucking gossip. So many chattering mouths speak of him like he's some sort of monster, some freak, some heartless killer, and you can't stand it, just absolutely cannot stand it. The day comes when you're waiting on one of the Emperor's more lower-ranking concubines, helping clean and tidy up while she hosts a little tea party with other noble ladies, and you just start hearing the most awful fucking absolute BULLSHIT

"So... the 13th Prince has finally returned from the war."

"Yes, with quite the nasty scar, hasn't he?"

"What a shame. He's so lowly-ranked in line of succession that no noble woman will want a man like that."

"His mother was also quite... humbled in looks and position, wasn't she? A scarred man for a husband and a matron as a mother-in-law? I simply couldn't imagine it."

"Certainly not after he has stained his hands so heavily with blood."

"A scar befitting of a mindless beast."

You absolutely fucking lose it. Whatever is in your hands is smashed to the floor as you just cannot close your mouth the second the first word leaves it. You are RANTING AND RAVING

"How dare you? How DARE you?! He has spent the last TWO YEARS fighting for this country and everyone in it while YOU have done nothing but sit in this palace wanting for nothing for even a single moment! Anything and everything you want is obtainable for you while the commoners? Have had to join the army just so that they can defend their homes! Even our enemies are attacking us because their own people are starving! Do you have any idea how many families have died?! Do you have any idea how many soldiers this palace has lost, how many of your servants have lost their fathers and brothers, how many of those in this palace had their hearts broken every single day for two years because there was nothing but DEATH? Yes, yes the 13th Prince certainly DOES have a scar, a scar he earned in battle from taking up the sword to protect YOU, and he can still can accomplish anything he can conceive and put his mind to, unlike YOU, whereas if your face were to ever become as damaged, would be immediately discarded from the harem as vapid self-centered heartless vultures posing as women who don't even know how to do the most basic things for themselves!!!!"

Yeah, you're definitely getting punished for this. The angry women demand the guards to seize you, to have you slapped, flogged, whipped, beaten, they're all so hysterically offended, when a voice breaks through the chaos, strong and firm

It's the Emperor himself, with none other than the 13th Prince at his side. The humiliation and shame you feel. You had acted out of turn in front of the both of them to someone of much higher station than you. Were you to be executed for this? A punishment of some sort is guaranteed; the only matter now was how painful and how fatal it would be.

But no. The Emperor demands the guards to let go of you at once. He is angry, his son becomimg extremely tense when the pair of them had approached to see your cheeks swollen from the few slaps the guards had gotten in before they made their presences known. The Emperor had already heard everything, unbeknownst to them, but, he turns to regard the noble women and and them: what happened?

And they lie. They lie right to his face, right to the Emperor himself, right to the man who has treated them with nothing but affection and luxury, the man who allowed them to be in this palace in the first place. The proverbial graves are being dug so deep, the Emperor can only put up with so many falsehoods before he raises a hand to signal their silence. And the Emperor finally speaks

HE AGREES WITH YOU 500%. who the FUCK do these ladies think THEY ARE to, not only disrespect his son A PRINCE, but disrespect the mother of his son who was also another concubine of the Emperor who while relatively low ranking STILL held a higher position than some of the women at this table, disrespect his efforts that won their country the war, AND TO LIE TO HIS FACE? Punishment is swift. It can't be anything too cruel as most of them are vaguely political marriages and cannot be too harshly punished lest it cause certain scandals. They're all demoted to the lowest position in the harem and confined to their personal palaces on house arrest, never to receive guests or so much as go out into the imperial garden, for a currently undetermined, perhaps permanent amount of time

The Emperor orders you to be seen by a doctor for some medicine for your stinging face, and gives you a few words. You're either bold or easily swayed by a righteous heart. Not many in this palace would have the nerve to speak to someone of a higher status in the way that you did. Although it was improper, you were correct. You are honorable. You have his thanks for defending the honor and image of his son.

The Emperor, while having had a certain eye on you for a while now upon... particular requests, is coming to see why his son holds affection for you.

At this point, I imagine the Reader is kind of in danger in the sense that she has massively angered this group of harem women and as a servant she has no protection. Until of course the Emperor gets an urgently delivered letter from the High Church that the Head Priest and his sect need to urgent visit the palace because they've been having repeating dreams and visions nay prophecies that a new Saintess is finally going to awaken extremely soon. And we all know who it is 😏

I 🤦‍♀️ have kind of written a lot here haven't I 😳 and there's kind of more fifbfjfjfn BUT IF YOU'VE MADE IT THIS FAR YOURE PROBABLY AT LEAST A LITTLE HOOKED RIGHT? 👉👈🥺 so we finishin this

I have like several ideas for how Reader would awaken her powers, ranging from "the dreams the high church members had explicitly showed your face so they do a ritual" to "the church members only know it is a woman in the palace and order every single person including servants to be rounded up and the evil women try to pull strings and keep you locked up just out of spite so you cannot make the event, not that a stupid foreigner pathetic mad like you could be the Saintess obviously :), and it backfires in their face supremely when other servant friends you've made help release you and you're literally the last person to show up to the event, like they were literally about to just give up and leave, and whatever the pristes are using to test for holy magic power reacts when you barely even show up let alone TOUCH IT"

Like can you imagine the. Emotional release and thematic elements of Reader being treated like shit and completely disregarded her entire life despite her kindness and empathy no matter her actions and as the priests are approaching her there are all these nobles and high ranked women who are just outraged a lowly servant like you would even think you have a right to take the test and you touch idk the magic fucking orb thing or holy staff and it just begins to rain. The Saintess is here, she's you, all your suffering wasn't for nothing, you're finally being acknowledged, you're finally going to be given a position where you have power and freedom and respect. You're basically untouchable now.

I like to think as a bonus the women who have been trying to directly cause you harm since you got them all punished before, maybe they even tried to not only kidnap you but kill you from attending the search, are just straight up executed for treason at this point because even if you weren't the Saintess they directly interfered with an EXTREMELY IMPORTANT basically a national emergency??? And this was like strike 2 for already being disrespectful bitches too? Sent back to their families in boxes, not even buried on the palace grounds, sent home in SHAME, families honors permanantly tarnished. You have the ultimate victory.

But anyways 👀 I sometimes play around with order of events for when Reader awakens. Like, the Emperor is starting to suddenly decline in health and the conversation must be had about who is next in line to rule. He has many sons but not quite all are equal in terms of temperament and talent and intelligence. There is also the matter of who will be the most diplomatic and best handle the increasing threat of further wars and famines.

Before the Emperor has already made such an announcement, multiple of his sons are suddenly, conveniently uncovered to be in multiple scandals, certain sources (potentially under a certain Prince's orders) suddenly coming forth with years of evidence. There's money embezzling, human trafficking of commoners to become slaves, the filling of certain lower courts and positions to favor particular nobles and politicians specifically. More than half of the candidates are disqualified.

The 13fh Prince would surely be an excellent candidate, however as a child there were several doctors (potentially paid off?) that suspected him of being impotent. An Emperor must be able to leave a lineage. An unfortunate disqualification

I imagine at this point this is where like, Reader and the Prince have some totally shoujo manga level romantic moment like coincidentally bumping into each other when they both took a walk on a peaceful moonlit night to clear their heads 😳 and everything with all the emotions and tension and urges just kind of. Bursts out and y'all get totally down and fuck nasty even if you're not supposed to, even if it's ~forbidden~, and of course some month or so later where there's still all this debate over who becomes Crown Prince, suddenly you're fainting in the middle of the day during work, word gets around you've fallen ill, even reaching the Emperor. He knows his son will be concerned and sends one of his own doctors to check your health. You're still unconscious while the medical staff run their tests, and the 13th Prince had even completed his current task in record time to rush and see you. He's walking in when there's a sudden buzz of conversation

You're pregnant. Palace maids are maliciously whispering with judgment. You're an unmarried woman, and a servant. How shameful to fall pregnant in your destitute state. You must be sleeping around the entirety of the palace-- except no in barges the Prince saying with his full chest "no, that child is mine." and shuts them all up immediately as he just starts asking the doctor all sorts of questions about your condition

There's so much drama now because, if this is true, the 13 Prince has a legitimate chance at the throne. He has brothers against this, the women of his brothers against this, certain concubines of the current emperor against this, all these people mostly objecting out of it hurting their own personal gain. How can they stack courts and raise their own social statuses and get glory and gifts if the Emperor becomes someone who until the last few years they've all kind of treated like shit? Rumors are started that you're a liar, that it's another man's baby, that the father is one of your male friends, perhaps a guardsmen you've been friendly and respectful to, perhaps even accused of being such a slut you don't know who the father is

But then the tests are ran whether they be magic or physical and sure enough, you are pregnant with the 13th Prince's child. And the Emperor hears this and basically says "ok I guess that settles that", makes a royal decree declaring the 13th Prince his successor, and FUCKING DIES

I have so many splitting paths of ideas tbh 🤦‍♀️ I've thought of the Emperor marrying Reader off to his son as a concubine even against her wishes because his son has never shown affection for anyone before but also because the Emperor lowkey wants Reader as a daughter in law 🥺 I've thought of reader awakening as a Saintess after she's married and finding out as Saintess she is so important she can basically do whatever she wants and invokes certain laws to get a divorce. I've thought of the Prince now Emperor kind of always treating her distantly and coldly in the "im kind of a dick to protect you and also im not used to loving someone" kind of way but the second she starts pulling back from him he is CLINGY but whoops maybe its too late. It becomes extremely obviously that even if he can be a shit awful communicator in terms of his personal feelings and desires that he isnt planning to let you go, like would kill for it. Who do you think he kept in his thoughts to keep him going throughout the war? If invaders are threatening his homeland and your safety then obviously the course of action was to fight and kill them all himself wasn't it? And he did.

Yeah I have a lot of thoughts and spent a long time writing all this whoops 💀💀💀 ik a lil embarrassed lol 💀💀💀 Merry Christmas i guess 😳 oh my god scrolling back up and then down again I think this ask is literally bigger than some of the fics I've written chfjfjfjfhfhdjfjdjdjfn

#yandere stuff #sinprompts #i also have another original idea that's you know anime slash manhwa inspired but thats a tale for another time

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dearweirdme · 1 year ago

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Some great messages and responses today about so many topics! And some goofy ones as well 😂 Still trying to wrap my head around the anon who thinks that Taekook (a pairing of two people, Tae and Jungkook) is a "persona" (the aspects of a single person's character that are outward/perceived by others). How exactly would that work? Are they so dedicated to it that they work around the limitations the company has put on them (one V Live since 2016 that had just the two of them in it but there were obviously chaperones in the room) by spending their free time together for a whole year of solo era just to keep up this "persona". The bowling, musical outings, skiing trips, working on songs, playing games, cooking/eating at each other's places, Tae's closest social circle including friends from high school becoming good friends of Jungkook and supporting him publicly like they've really gone all out for this "persona". And those are just the things we know about. I don't think they talked about the musical, skiing, or bowling outings. A fan got pics of them at the musical. A lot of it we don't know about, or we'll find out much later. So since the pair as a persona makes no sense, I think what anon was implying is that the "persona" Tae is putting on here is his care and affection for Jungkook. Which also makes no sense given what I just went over, and the additional fact that this is all from their "off" time when if they wanted to act this out they could do this in an official capacity for company content. But they haven't. For years. Their very close bond is most evident in their *private/non-work life*. And they are the only pair in the group that has demonstrated this level of closeness in solo era. This is not a drag on the others, they all love each other. But this is a simple fact. Even "anti-shippers" are coming around to defend Taekook's bond now because even they see how at odds this was with the "official" content and that Taekook are close even when the group goes its separate ways. Also, someone made a great point in the comments earlier. I am not a company stan, large corporations are evil there's no such thing as an ethical billionaire etc. Some of the company's screw-ups come from intentional malice, them attaching BTS to the credits of Seven was literal sabotage in that it was an attempt to keep Jungkook from charting higher than the group. That shows me that they will take actions that hurt their individual artists. I do think there is a pattern of Tae getting the worst of it, and I honestly do not know why. But someone commented earlier that some of the neglect and some of the mistakes they make are facilitated by the guarantee that the fandom will keep throwing money their way. They have no real incentive to change. At least with the credits situation not only did the fandom get loud, but articles started popping up in Kmedia. I wish the fandom could show a united front against the company's mistreatment, against sabotage, against Billboard but it was impossible to get a boycott (something they might actually pay attention to) going before solo era, now everything is so fractured and there is so much infighting...the situation in the fandom is pretty bad. I'll even admit I'm JK-biased and with all of the weirdness I saw starting with Seven and how resentment of him and his talent/success became even clearer I've stopped paying attention to anything but Taekook's solo careers for now. No negative feelings for the others, that's just all I have energy for at the moment.

Hi anon!

There is absolutely nothing to think anything about Tae and Jk’s bond is fake. There’s a chance we are wrong in how we interpret it, but there’s no chance that they aren’t very close and arguably the closest out of all members. Tae and Jk are very consistent in showing that closeness.

Yeah, I very much hate the powerplay. No matter how big an artist or a band gets, companies most of the time still hold the power. Fandom is hard as well, I agree.

#taekook #industry stuff

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bisexualamy · 1 year ago

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Transition Update #66: 3 Weeks Post Op Phallo (Stage 1)

Last update

This one is also going to be more causal and shorter because I am still very tired haha. As always feel free to send follow-up/other questions to my inbox.

As of 3 weeks I can:

walk to the end of the block and back (but feel pretty tired after)

stay up the whole day without napping

have no noticeable pain just taking advil and tylenol

shower, shave, etc. without help

use the bathroom without a catheter

walking down stairs

Things that are still difficult:

walking up stairs

standing for more than about 20 min at a time

bending at the waist

using the bathroom in public

sitting in any chair without a donut pillow (and even then, only for a few hours at most)

lifting anything over about 8lbs (or, one unit of my cat)

I'm cleared as of Thursday to take the subway again, which I am going to attempt to go back to in person ASL classes. Zoom classes are a nightmare for me and double in ASL, and I haven't been able to go to class since Augut and I miss them :(. I'm going to bring my pillow with me for both the subway and class. Even though, I'm sure, it'll wipe me out, I still want to try.

I've had both of my immediate post ops as of now and it's 80% good news. I have no complications and no infections, and I'm excited that my surgeon cleared me to start slowly increasing my physical activity. That's wonderful. I know I'm just one data point, but I just want to add my voice to the crowd that if you're able to go to skilled surgeons and take the phasing process slowly, meta and phallo aren't uniquely guaranteed to cause serious complications; they're just serious surgeries which need to be taken seriously.

The next bit under cut has to do with weight/weight loss and frank language about how the UL is going:

Starting with the 20% bad to end on something more light-hearted. While I was under, my surgical team did a few preparatory incisions to queue up taking the graft in phase 2, and to check if the graft site composition was what they expected it to be.

That answer turned out to be no. Apparently, the skin on my abdomen is too thick to create a safe graft, which means that they shifted my weight loss goal down. I'm not thrilled about this because I was excited to be done, and it's possible to lose it in time for stage 2, but may require us to push it back a month or two. Apparently, if the graft tissue is too thick, adequate blood supply can't get to the phallus and it will die. So I get why we're doing it this way and I'm glad we're not changing the graft site. It would just suck to have to push stage 2 back. The other option is to forgo the UL after all, which would create more room and accommodate thicker skin.

Even though UL was my lowest priority, I'll still be disappointed if I have to ditch it. One unexpected thing I gained in phase 1 was a small UL as part of the meta surgery. Once I got my catheter out (!!!) I found out that I'm experiencing something apparently common during recovery, which is that I temporarily have 2 urethras (old and new). Apparently the old will close on its own but accommodating that has been annoying and kind of funny but I'll be happy when it's over. Anyway, I was surprised at how gender affirming that was and I'd like to keep it if I can.

#transition stuff

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titanicfreija · 1 year ago

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Alright, look, I'm sorry. Everyone who plays gambit with me until I finish this fucking thing, I'm sorry.

I'm trying to gild my title.

This involves invasion kills.

I am legitimately good at literally everything EXCEPT invasion kills.

Run most motes in the match? I can do it on accident. Kill invaders? Already done.

I hate invading. I'm awful. I make no attempt now to tell anyone that I am not fucking terrible at invading in gambit.

I've gotten my army of one, but I camped the single spawn point in the EDZ with sticky grenades and witherhoard, I played dirty for it, and the only reason I don't feel bad about it is because--it's fucking Gambit. You're gotdamn right I played dirty.

But to gild.

And it's just kind of a thing. I've done it every season since I got it. I think I used my warlock for the first bits. My Titan is the one who finished the malfeasance quest, but I HATE playing Gambit with Freija. I have no idea why, just doesn't meld. Thomas gets the kills with the not-'nade weapon and sometimes the guardian kills (he's not much better)

Like. I'm decent in crucible (haven't been back in in a minute, can do that when I start crying in gambit)

But I like Gambit with Three. Comes natural. And the ammo problems for my double specials got fixed when I got the lead -from-gold deafening whisper.

My kit is mid-range. Witherhoard can pass as close due to not being likely to miss a target standing on top of me.

This does not help invasions at all.

I can occasionally Sticky the bank and get kill that way, I've Supered a few times. One time I got REALLY lucky and they got really unlucky and I managed to deny fucking like thirty? I'll have to check, but--we STILL LOST THAT GAME.

I lost every fucking gambit match I played.

And I'm so fucking certain that a part of it is because I'm dedicating my energy to invading. I gotta stop running motes, I gotta stop clearing the waves, blockers may or may not get taken care of, I'm almost guaranteed the loss of an ammo box, I may or may not waste my super --

All in all, even when my invasion goes well, it's bad for my team when I'm the one invading.

So I'm sorry.

(I did, one time, manage to save us with a well timed kill but that was a million years ago.)

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bayareaphotographer · 1 year ago

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The Ideal Time To Book Your Newborn Photo Session: When to Take Baby Photos and Why Timing Matters

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During this time, your baby will still have that squishy, curled-up newborn look that we all adore. They'll be sleeping more often and won't mind being posed in various positions for those perfect shots. Plus, they haven't yet developed baby acne or cradle cap which can make editing more difficult down the line.

The ideal time to take baby photos is within the first two weeks of life. During this time, babies are still sleepy and can be easily posed into those adorable positions that make our hearts melt. Plus, their skin is still soft and smooth, making for perfect close-up shots.

Now, we know what you're thinking: "But wait, I'm still recovering from childbirth and adjusting to life with a newborn – how am I supposed to find the time for a photoshoot?" Don't worry – many photographers now offer in-home newborn sessions (Heena - best bay area newborn photographer) so that you don't have to leave the comfort of your own home.

Another reason timing matters when it comes to newborn photography is lighting. Natural light is key for beautiful, soft images. It's best to schedule your photoshoot during daylight hours when you have plenty of natural light streaming through windows. This will guarantee that your images are beautifully lit.

But why is timing so crucial? Well, as your baby grows older their sleep patterns and eating habits will become more regular, making it harder to get those sleepy poses. Additionally, as they start to move around more and develop their own personalities it can be harder to get them to stay in those cute poses.

So there you have it: to get the ideal sleepy poses, schedule your newborn photo session for the first two weeks. Also, don't forget to enjoy yourself!Get creative with props and outfits or incorporate family members into the shots for some extra special memories as a bay area newborn photographer will be helping you in that. Congratulations again on your new addition – now go capture those precious moments!

#bay area newborn photographer #newborn photographer

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littlelemontarte · 10 months ago

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He did the bare minimum of passing a ball to his own player against the bottom team in the table “power” ok ok we are rewarding the bare minimum. How long until he is back taking cocaine and being extremely arrogant like last time? The reasons we let him leave in the first place. He can stay gone.

i'm assuming this is about jadon. this will be the only ask i'll answer regarding this - you are entitled to your own opinion but i have no desire to further discuss this because my opinion is a different one.

- first of all, i am not a fan how you casually threw in "how long till he's back taking cocaine". who cares if another adult is consuming a drug (and it's a big if, considering i couldn't find a single source supporting that claim)? i am not a better person because i'm not taking cocaine. it is also not on me to judge another person's coping mechanism (this is once again NOT related to jadon, i am NOT indicating that he ever consumed cocaine or that he used it to self medicate/as a coping mechanism. this is a generalized statement regarding drug use/drug addiction to kind of illustrate my stance on this).

- you are of course correct that it is his job/the bare minimum to help the team score goals as a forward. however, the team's offense has been severly lacking this season so far and has often been played in a very uninspired way. in my biased opinion, edin putting in jadon helped revive it yesterday and helped to secure a win. we were at a bit of a tipping point yesterday, before the 2:0, darmstadt wasn't harmless and could've scored the equaliser. and that could've opened up the match completely and we could've lost. instead, jadon made a good pass and we scored the 2:0 and went on to score the 3:0.

- no one on this website who follows/supports bvb has to engage with my blog. but if one does, i'm quite sure they noticed that i'm a fan of what i like to call "football romantic". i like the story behind this goal, that jadon assisted marco, because these two seem to have a special bond and seem to share a friendship. yes, it is their job to do this. but i can still be happy about it and i can still consider it one of the stories that "only football manages to write".

- no one of us knows how these people are behind closed doors. we get small glimpses in carefully staged behind the scenes videos, during interviews that are sometimes more, sometimes less authentic, on the pitch and on social media (which is often heavily curated). i don't claim to know these people. i, however, did not get the impression that jadon at an issue with being arrogant at dortmund. everyone at the club (including the staff) seemed to be overjoyed to have him back (and especially aki never had an issue with airing out if he had an attitude problem with someone in the past. we haven't heard such comments about jadon). yes, there have been instances with him being late to training (and he got a punishment for that every time, which he accepted without talking back, as far as i remember), and i admittedly only loosely followed his time at manchester united. but i don't think arrogance was why he left us in the first place.

- we had a lot of questionable transfers in the past, especially regarding the financial aspect. i do believe, only looking at it from a business point of view, that this isn't an irresponsible transfer. a loan is often cheaper than simply buying someone. jadon has a lot of talent and players like that aren't particularly cheap nowadays. there's no guarantee that this will work but if it doesn't, we didn't lose a lot of money with getting him for the second half of the season. of course it's only a short term solution but the market isn't exactly overflowing with players within our budget.

i hope this made some sense. i don't want further discussions regarding this in my inbox but i wanted to express my point of view.

#answered

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the-daily-scrommit · 2 years ago

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January 6, 2023

Jan 6, 2023 - Third entry

Today has been a lot easier than previous days; each day seems to be getting better and better. I haven't cried (though I don't think I have the last couple days anyways), I've eaten more than I have any other day this last week, I've talked more positively and lightheartedly with people I haven't talked to as much or as nicely recently, and I just generally feel less emotional.

I texted my ex-partner a lot this morning, but it was all positive friendship related stuff- how excited I am to be close friends with them down the line, how nice it'll be for me to really trust them as my friend, how I can't wait to be able to spend time with them again when the two of us are ready. I even told them I'm excited to feel comfortable and safe enough to be little with them again. They've expressed to me before that they want to be able to give me that space as friend because they know how I am when I'm little and in puppy space.

Speaking of puppy and little space, I reached out to a different friend about being little with them and they were so down for it! I'm kind of scared to be little around someone who isn't my partner in general (which is part of why I'm not being little or a puppy with my ex-partner even though I was previously comfortable being in those spaces with them), but I've known this friend and been emotionally vulnerable with them on and off for years, so it makes this feel less daunting and scary to me. I'm really excited to just let go again and allow myself to be in a vulnerable space with someone I care about again.

I've been thinking a lot about what my ex means to me today, and it hasn't been too painful. I'm in a weird space of not knowing if I necessarily want to actively try to date them in the future while also being very open to the thought of letting things happen naturally if they go in that direction. I'm jealous of new people they're meeting or have the potential to meet, but at the same time I'm excited for them to experience more, because I can see how happy it's making them. They've been getting out and doing so much for themselves and it's making me want to do more of the same.

Seeing this is also making it easier for me to continue being just their friend and to want to learn more of their interests. I know it might be kind of shitty from some perspectives that I didn't want to be personally involved in some video games they play while dating them- mostly shooters or very active games in general, which are very not my cup of tea- but at that point I got a lot of enjoyment from getting to sit and watch them do that because we had more time together. Now our time together isn't guaranteed, so I'm finding myself becoming more curious with these intense video games that are sure to give me headaches and sensory overload. I know that I'll be more likely to get time with them if I play these same games, even though it still isn't guaranteed. Even right now, they're trying to figure out how to play Pathfinder as an alternative to D&D and I'm asking about it as they learn and expressing my own interest in learning the game to play with them over a discord call with some other friends.

I'm really excited about where all of this is going, even though there are still emotions that I feel on the daily that bring a physical weight to me. I'm happy I've been reaching out to people and doing more for myself. I went to the gym without being too frustrated at myself or the world around me, played video games that I enjoy with friends, lit candles for myself, focused on visualizing an intake of positive energy to replace the negative energy I've been feeling, and generally doing everything I can right now to keep myself properly afloat.

Things are getting better and I'm hopeful again, but for different reasons and objectives in my life. I have so many good people around me and I have every intention of keeping it that way.

Goodnight, take care; I am sending you love. <3

#journal entry #January 6 2023 #12:17am #ik it's the day after again technically but i haven't slept yet so it's still the 6th in my heart #the daily scrommit #daily journal #breakup #healing #friendship #self care

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sastielsfandom · 9 months ago

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This was jokesy but it occurred to me how much I haven't been able to enjoy fics or much of fandom media because of many things. The constant focus on trying to crowdfund because we had no way to pay for our room and we had no idea where we'd be. There were times we had shelter but limited or simply no electricity and barely getting to charge my phone. And during those times it wasn't just no electricity, food was hard to come by and we'd have to cook outside, we were lucky if we had propane to use, unlucky when we had to build and maintain a fire until our food was done. We got kidnapped by a relative at one point and had to do that stuff like every day multiple times a day with very limited resources. Then there were times where my older sister and I had no shelter and were walking the streets, sleeping at parks during the day, and walking all night. One day we walked all day without eating because no place took ebt close by and that's all we had because we used our money for a single thin blanket we had to share. I'm still very much in survival mode and so I feel as if I constantly have to be deliberate about how I spend every second of the day. And feel incredibly guilty for any down time. But that's unsustainable which is why I am forcing myself to take a break. And why I'm allowing myself to enjoy the things I couldn't before. It's unbelievable how much we went through, there's so much fucked up shut I refuse to speak about. It sucks because we're away from half of our family. And they're still not in a great place. So that survival feeling is for them because I want them, I need them to be okay in their own space, and we still need that. It's still so complicated, but I need to be human for a bit because I am losing myself. This is so much, sorry. I'm just glad that despite everything I can enjoy other people's works and I want to appreciate that to the fullest because I'm aware that's not guaranteed.

The problem in creating fics that I want to read and curating them exactly to my needs is i don't read enough of other people's works because I already have exactly what I want.

#i'm going to sleep now #may delete this later idk #bc heavy emotions I'm not ready to deal with at all #yeah gn ignore this if you want

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dragon-kazansky · 4 years ago

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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 5

It had been a week since you had seen Zemo. You hadn't seen your friend at all either. You had tried to contact her a couple of times, but after receiving no responses, you gave up. It still didn't sit right with you that she and Stark were a thing.

You were currently at work. You were on the afternoon shift today. You could handle the afternoon crowd easier than the morning crowd. It wasn't your usual shift, so your usual co-workers weren't here to banter with.

You were wiping down the counter when a customer approached. You wipe your hands on the towel over your shoulder and turn to take their order, only to stop.

"Zemo?"

He stands there smiling. He was wearing slacks with a button up shirt. He looked very smart, yet so laid back.

"Hello Y/N."

"What are you doing here?"

"Not happy to see me?" He grins.

"I am, it's just... I didn't expect to see you before the race."

He chuckles as he orders something to drink.

"I couldn't wait much longer. I wanted to see your world." He glances around the cafe. It was a nice place. Classy and clearly a good place for groups to hang out.

"Well this is it. I make drinks for people." You make him his drink and hand it over. He pays for it there.

"I like it. It suits you, but I think you'd fit into my world just fine."

You laugh, "not that I'd be of any use in your world. I can barely change a tyre."

That makes him chuckle.

"I'm sure there would be something for you."

You shake your head with a smile.

"Oh, it's your lucky day by the way. My boss happens to be a fan of yours, so I have next weekend off for the races."

"Ah, lucky me indeed." He looks very smug right now. You shake your head, grinning.

"Just this once. I can't take every weekend off."

"Well that's no good. I need you for all my races," he says, stating it like a fact.

"You don't need me. You just want me there for some reason."

Zemo leans on the bar and looks at you softly. He has a small soft smile on his face. You were right in every way.

"Yes, I do want you there."

"I don't see why."

"I like you," he says with ease, confidence oozing from him as he grins at you.

You laugh softly.

"You're so..."

"Handsome? Charming? Dashing?"

"So funny."

You both laugh softly.

"I should get back to work before my manager catches me chatting up the customers," you say, glancing over your shoulder.

"Oh? Do you flirt with others then?"

"Only the good looking ones," you stick your tongue out at him. He winks and takes a seat at a table near by. Though there is literally plenty for him to do, he chooses to watch you work instead.

This was you in your element. Life passing more slowly, more safely.

There was serenity in this life style. Something he couldn't provide through his. He couldn't guarantee anything, as much as he would like to pretend.

There was always that risk.

Risks such greater than anything you could ever face here. He looked down at his half empty cup of coffee. Maybe he shouldn't ever ask you.

You bid goodbye to your customer, and looked over at Zemo. You smiled at him. He smiled back. He finished his coffee and got up from his table.

"That was lovely, though I do have a particular fondness for tea."

You chuckle.

"We serve tea too."

He smiles.

"When do you finish?" He asks.

You look up at the clock on the wall.

"Two more hours. Why don't you go look around the town or something."

"I think I will. I'll pick you up later, no arguing," he winks at you and makes his exit. You smile as you clear his table.

Zemo walks through the town you live in. It's nice, pretty. Again, it suits you perfectly.

Looking around, he almost feels homesick. There was nothing left of the place he once called home. He shakes those thoughts from his mind.

Something catches his attention up ahead. A limo. It stands out vastly against the rest of the cars on the street. Far too sleek, shiny, and expensive for anyone around here.

It irks him that he has a bad feeling about it.

From up the road, he watches as the man he dreaded steps out. Tony Stark put on his shades before holding his hand out for someone. A pretty young lady climbs out of the limo.

Something about her strikes Zemo as familiar. He can't pinpoint from where though.

Zemo watches as Stark closes the limo door and takes the young lady into boutique behind them.

What was Tony Stark doing here?

Zemo had made the trip for you. He had his excuse to be here instead of down at the track. Tony, however, didn't.

Zemo headed over to where he was stood across the street, though he couldn't quite see through the store window display.

He had to make himself scarce before Stark came out again. He didn't want Tony seeing him. As he walked away, he didn't let go of the thought that he had seen that girl before.

Zemo was back at the cafe at the end of your shift like he said he would be. The car he was driving was another one from his collection. He opened the door for you and climbed in once you were safely in his car.

As he drove to your address, which he flirted with you for, his mood changed to something a little more serious. Concerned, you had to ask him what happened in those 2 hours he was alone.

"Are you alright?"

He glances at you.

"Yes, why?"

"You're clutching the steering wheel rather tightly and your jaw is locked again. What's on your mind?"

"I saw Stark here in town."

You swallow awkwardly.

"Did he see you?"

"No. I saw him. He was with someone." He glances at you as you shift in your seat. Now it was turn to be concerned. "What is it?"

"That's my friend. Remember when she called me at the airstrip? She told me she was going to meet me at the train station and tell me something big. Well, when we got out, Tony Stark was there with a limousine. Apparently the news was she is daring him. They had met that night after the first race, he had asked her out and she agreed."

You couldn't look at him.

Zemo, keeping an eye on the road, reached over and placed his hand on your knee. Your eyes flickered to his hand. His touch was warm and comforting.

"She won't talk to me now. When we got to my place, I had asked her about it. She got defensive and shut me off."

His thumb rubs circles on your leg.

"You don't think this is some kind of stunt do you?" You ask, looking up at him.

"I don't know, but I wouldn't put it past him. It's not the first time he's done something big for publicity."

You want to ask, but something else comes to mind.

"They haven't made it public yet."

"I assume he'll make his move at the next race. Cameras everywhere there." He glances at you.

That makes sense.

"Are you bothered about it?" You ask, looking at him from the corner of your eye.

"No. What Stark does for publicity is his problem. The question, does it bother you?"

"Yes," you state honestly, "because I can't tell if it's real, or if she's being carried away by the fantasy of dating her favourite pro racer. I looked into racing as much as I possibly could before that second race. I tried to get some background on the racers, you included, but Stark seems to thrive on being in the spotlight. He wins over and over again, he trots around the globe to meet people and race his cars. He is always making headlines somewhere."

Zemo gave a nod. He was aware. It was because he kept seeing Stark pop up everywhere that he became a pro racer himself.

"You're worried about your friend. That is understandable."

"I'm worried for her if it's not real."

He glances at you. It's as he is sitting there, hand on your knee, glancing at you as he listens to you, that the thought returns to him. Helmut Zemo is not a man who plays around with people's feelings. If this was you two, there would be no other way than for him to be honest and true to you.

As a man who had lost everything in the past, he would never do that to you.

He takes his hand back as reaches your destination. Your apartment building was a nice little thing. You were up on the 3rd floor.

"Do you want to come in?"

He smiles.

"Yes, I do."

You chuckle. You both get out and you lead him up to your apartment. You smile nicely at your neighbours as you pass them, hoping they don't question the handsome man trailing behind you. No one seemed to recognise him, so that worked in your favour.

You let him into your apartment first.

"It's not much, but it's home."

The apartment wasn't huge, but spacious enough for one person. It was decorated nicely, every little thing a reflection of you. There was a bit of clutter here and there, but it was clear you looked after your space.

"I like it."

"Can't imagine the kind of place you live in. Bet it's a lot nicer than this." You head into the kitchen to make him some tea.

"Perhaps a little bigger, it's no castle."

You chuckle softly and set out two cups.

Zemo glances around at the photos on display. You don't have a lot, but he's curious to see what they are.

"Can I ask you something?" He asks, not looking away from a photo of you and your friend.

"Of course."

"When you were researching the racers, what did you find on me?"

You let the kettle boil as you look at his back.

"Not much, I'll be honest. I didn't want to ask about it, but there was something, if you'll let me."

He halts his movements and wonders what you found. It couldn't be, could it?

"What is it?"

"You're from Sokovia, right?"

He relaxes. Zemo turns slowly and smiles, but there isn't much emotion behind it.

"Yes. I was."

You nibble at your lip softly.

"I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologise for," he says, walking over to you.

"Still, I remember hearing about it on the news. It was everywhere for a while. I can't imagine losing my home country."

Zemo reaches over and takes your hand in his. You wouldn't vocalise the fact you realised he was being a lot more physical today. You enjoyed the feel of his touch.

"Thank you for your kindness, but you don't need to worry. I am happy where I am now."

You smile at one another. The kettles clicks off, you reluctantly let go of his hands, missing their warmth. You turn around to see to the tea.

"There really wasn't much else about you online. You're a mystery to me, Zemo."

He smiles.

"Makes me all the more interesting, yes?"

You laugh softly.

"I suppose it does."

You hand him one of the cups and you both go sit down. You face one another on the sofa, enjoying the tea you had made. You watched the way he closed his eyes and took a sip.

"This is very good."

"What can I say? I'm a professional," you joke.

"I believe you."

"So, the race." You smile, sitting up and leaning forward a little. Zemo laughed. It was sweet how excited you were about it, considering you hadn't had an interest before... well, before him.

"I can I take you to the race myself?" He asks, reading your face for a response.

"Take me? Isnt6that going to be a hassle? Going there, coming back, and then going back again?"

"I'll do it for you," he grins mischievously.

"You're doing it again."

"Doing what?" He asks.

"Flirting with me."

"Of course I am. You haven't told me to stop," he tells you.

You smile shyly at him. That was true.

"You should focus on your car, I'll be there. I promise."

He shakes his head subtly.

"Too late, I've made up my mind. I'll be here to pick you up the day before. You can stay with me over the weekend. Sound like a plan?"

You look at him, trying to see if this was just him teasing you, but you don't see anything like that. If anything, those beautiful brown eyes of his are almost pleading for you to agree.

"Alright."

His smile is so full of joy, your heart feels like it could burst. He looked so handsome smiling like that.

"Then I best be on my way. I have some thing to plan before the weekend." Zemo put his empty cup down and got up. You did the same and showed him to the door.

You see him out, but before he leaves your apartment completely, he leaves you with a kiss on the cheek. He doesn't say anything as he walks away.

You're left a smiling blushing mess.

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#helmut zemo #zemo #helmut zemo x reader #zemo x reader #baron helmut zemo #AU #marvel #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier

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nooneelsecomesclose17 · 3 years ago

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Miracle

(AO3 link)

Day 9

"Your Mum asked what we're doing tonight?" Robert says, dropping his keys on the table and the shopping on the counter. “She’s doing a Boxing night buffet because Marlon ordered too much food.”

"And what did you tell her?"

"That you were a lazy arse who had done nothing but sit on the sofa so long I doubt even a JCB could move you…" He shook his head at his husband. The previous day had been one long sugar rush from Seb, from the moment he’d jumped on their bed at five to the moment he finally crashed, two hours after bedtime, and the two of them had spent the day recovering.

"Ha ha, you're just pissed I made you go out for food."

"Yeah because we already have enough in to feed a small nation. And that's because every time we went to Tesco’s you added just 'one more thing' in the trolley."

"Ha bloody ha. Did you get the crisps? "Robert threw them at him. struggling not to laugh as they landed on his head.

"Yes I got you crisps your highness. So, What are we doing tonight? Fancy the pub or what?"

"Not really. Rather just stay in with you. Seb's having a sleepover at Vic's, we've got the house to ourselves why would we go out." He turns to look at him a shy smile on his face and Robert's amazed that he still gets that way after all this time.

"Mr Sugden-Dingle are you propositioning me?"

"Clearly not very well if you're still over there."

"So I'm doing all the work then?"

"It’s boxing day. you're meant to laze about."

"You do you mean. Come on up. If we stay down here I guarantee someone will waltz in." Aaron's still laughing as Robert pulls him to his feet. Just as their feet hit the bottom step Robert's phone bursts into life.

"Leave it." Aaron mumbled, hands already bunched in Roberts t-shirt.

"I can't. It might be Seb. Two minutes, promise."

"Fine. I'm starting without you if you're not up these stairs in five," He's pottering around, waiting for him despite his words when he hears Robert's feet pounding up the stairs. "In a hurry are we?" He calls.

"No..." He's out of breath when he comes in the door and Aaron's instantly worried.

"Is it Seb? What's happened?"

"Natalie...She’s in labour." He’s rifling through his wardrobe before Aaron can form a single coherent thought. "Aaron we have to go! Get dressed."

"She...it's early."

"I know, so we have to go." Aaron can't move, he's stuck, can only sit on the bed as his knees buckle. "Hey..."

"We’re having a baby."

"Yeah. You alright?" He sits beside him, pulling him close and he instantly feels better, and nods. "Good. You ready to get dressed?"

"Yeah...just needed a minute. Have you got the bag?" Robert nods. "It will be alright won’t it. The baby I mean."

"Course. Seb was early, and look at him. Come on, sooner we go, sooner we meet our baby."

_____

"Robert slow down."

"I don't want to miss anything.” His knuckles are white he’s clutching the steering wheel so hard and Aaron reaches over and puts a hand on his knee.

"And I don't want to miss it because we're wrapped round a tree." He breathes as Robert takes his foot off the accelerator a little,

"We should've got Nat something, to say thank you.”

"What on earth would be enough?' Nothing would be. I s'pose flowers but..."

"We will. And we'll make sure she knows how grateful we are." He pulls the car to a stop outside the hospital "Ready?"

"Let's go. I've text Mum and Vic, said we'd call later,"

_____

"How much longer?" Robert asks and Aaron resists the urge to strangle him. They'd been in the waiting room for hours and he hadn't stopped pacing.

"However long it takes. Come and sit down.” He holds out his hand. "You're making me dizzy. "

"I'm just worried."

"I know, and so am I. You've done this before though, I haven't."

"Don't." He pulls his hand away and Aaron instantly regrets his words.

"Oi. I didn't mean anything by it. It's all in the past you know that. But, well, you have been here before.” It doesn’t hurt anymore, he doesn’t even think about back then now but he’d expected Robert to be the calm one of the two of them.

"I didn't want to be though. I wanted to be with you not in there with Bex. What does that say about me that I didn't want to see my son being born."

"That you were in a mess back then. It’s done. It doesn't matter. You stepped up and you're the best Dad to Seb like you will be to this little one,"

"Second best. To you."

"No..."

"Yes. It's not a bad thing. Aaron you're an amazing Dad." He’s about to argue when the nurse appears in front of them and they’re both on their feet in front of her in seconds.

"Mr and Mr Sugden-Dingle, are you ready to meet your son...and your daughter."

"What?" They both say together.

"A bit of a surprise but it happens."

"Are they alright?" Aaron recovers first, Robert’s hand still gripping his as if his life depended on it.

"Absolutely fine. A little small but that's nothing to worry about, follow me."

"Twins Aaron." Robert says in awe as they make their way through the corridors.

“Yeah." He can’t make his brain focus, can’t answer him with anything other than one word.

"I mean twins. Two babies,"

"I know." He stops looks at him. "You alright?"

"Yeah. just..."

"Twins. I know. Seb's going to freak. "

"So’s your Mum. Better make sure she’s sat down when we tell her."

"Here we are. "The nurse stops outside a room. "Ready?" They both nod. "Congratulations."

They go inside, eyes immediately falling on the two cribs side by side, then on Natalie laying in bed smiling exhaustedly.

"Surprise!"

"Nat...thank you.” Aaron says going over to her. "You have no idea...”

"I think I do." The door opens as they hug her. "Time for me to go."

"Oh, er yeah. We'll see you later...if that's alright." Robert says, feeling unsure suddenly. It feels like he should say something more, something profound, they have their babies because of her and all he can say is see you later.

“Course. I need to sleep for hours. You two need to meet your children." When she’s gone they just look at each other as if they’re too nervous to look at them.

"On three?" Robert finally speaks and Aaron laughs quietly.

"Idiot." But finally they do, one of them over each crib.

"Oh my god look. Robert look."

"I know, perfect aren't they." He gently picks up their little girl...handing her to Aaron. "Here you go...Papa."

Aaron can't speak, he's too busy staring at her, eyes full of tears. He drags his gaze away to see Robert in a similar state.

"Do you think we can do this?" He asks after a while. They haven't spoken, too busy gazing at them. "Three kids Rob."

"Course we can, we can do anything us.” His mind probably should’ve been full of the fact that they only had stuff for one baby and that he’d need to go shopping really soon but all he could think about was the tiny little scrap of a baby in his arms.

"They're perfect. Didn't think we'd ever get here not after everything.”

"I know. Our little miracles. You two are going to be the luckiest little ones in the world you know, and your brother and Nana and everyone can’t wait to meet you.”

“Just us for now though, eh?” Robert whispered and Aaron nodded.

“Just us.”

#robron fic #a fic a day in december

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yoonieboonie · 3 years ago

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The Substitute Lover (6)

word count: 2.5k

genre: fluff, angst hehe

pairing: myg x reader

summary: Finally meeting the college boy you’ve been eyeing on for months, everything goes wrong when you realise what you’re really getting yourself into.

a/n: this is part 6 !!! Thank you for the feedback from last chapter! The vote for updates was split so I updated on the weekends and weekdays! :> If you can, please please please leave me a feedback after reading this chapter. :> Thank you!!!

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"Joonie, you promised." You groan into your phone. You are pacing back and forth in your apartment as you talk to Namjoon who decided to do a raincheck on your plans today. You were supposed to buy a gift for your Mom as her birthday was near. If you can't be there physically, you at least wanted to send something.

"I know, Y/N." he sighed on the other line. "I was pulled in by Mijin saying Mrs. Lee needs me for rehearsals. No one else in our batch can play flute but me." you can hear in his voice that he wasn't fond of the circumstances too, so you decided to let it go. You can just go alone.

"I contacted Hoba, he can take you."

You found yourself roaming the mall alone for a good hour when you receive a message, asking where you are. Assuming that it was Hoseok's new number, you respond with your location and saved it under the name "Hobi" as you pocketed it to continue your stroll.

You turn to a corner and your mouth opened to gape like a fish. Yoongi is walking towards you with his hands in his pockets. He finally reaches you as you close your mouth.

"I'm assuming Joon didn't tell you that I was coming?" He mused. I shook my head mutely.

"Does Eujin know about this?" you asked. You didn't mean to impose. Yoongi nodded his head. Why was he lying about something as simple as this?

He doesn't know. He doesn't even know why he said yes to this at all. All he knows is that he intends to enjoy today. He's having too much on his plate. You shrugged and cleared your throat.

"I want to buy a shark charm." you said, not looking at him.

"Shark?" he repeated. You put your hands together and placed it above your head as if to act like fins. "Sharks. Jaws. Fish are friends, not food?" you mused.

This made him smile to himself. You really are a peculiar one. "That's my favourite animal to exist, I'm giving that to my mom as something to remember me by."

He nods in understanding. He then leads you to what you assumed were a jewelry store. You trail behind him quietly. This was the start of your friendship and you didn't want to jinx it by doing or saying anything stupid.

You two walk around the store quietly. Charms of different sizes and figures displayed in a glass case, sparkling in the lights that illuminated the whole store. You try to focus on looking for the charm you intend to buy, momentarily forgetting about Yoongi.

You hear a throat cleared beside you and you turn thinking it was Yoongi, rushing you to hurry and pick already. To your surprise, you were faced with a handsome, handsome young man. Confused, you moved to the side, thinking that you may have blocked his way.

"Anything I can help you with, ma'am?" the man asked politely. You then realised that he was a clerk at the store. You feel heat creep up your cheeks just as you failed to answer immediately. You were too busy being flustered to even open your mouth.

Yoongi was quickly beside you, making you recollect yourself.

"I-I'm looking for a shark charm." You said, and awkwardly doing the fin thing you did for Yoongi earlier. The man in front of you chuckled heartily, revealing a dimple on his cheek. You found yourself blushing again.

Yoongi clicked his tongue in annoyance and lifted his hands to bring your "fins" down. Once your hands are back to your sides, he spoke up.

"He knows what a shark is, Y/N. You don't have to do the hands." You nod, and subtly glance at the nametag of the man in front of you that read "Jeongguk".

"Follow me, sir." Jeongguk paused for a while. "Ma’am." he warmly smiled again.

Jeongguk showed you all types of charms and pendants available in the store and in the end, you bought a bracelet charm. It was beautiful.

"Thank you, Jeongguk. My mother would love this, I'm sure." You thanked him one last time. He bowed slightly.

Yoongi was itching to leave and you are honestly sorry to take up so much of his time. So you both head to the exit but before you reach the door, you hear a soft "wait" behind you.

Yoongi was the one to turn first, and then you did. It was Jeongguk. You assumed you have forgotten something but he handed you a piece of paper.

"I wasn't going to since it was unethical," he explained. "But I don't want to have met you and not shoot my shot."

Yoongi snatched the piece of paper from Jeongguk before you could get it. Was he fucking invisible? What was this guy's deal?

"What's your deal, man? Don't you see that we came in together?" Yoongi asked, trying to stay calm.

"I didn't think you would mind, sir." Jeongguk explains. Yoongi shot a brow at this.

"The ring on your finger." Jeongguk answers. "She doesn't have one."

You try and keep a straight face and act unaffected with the statement. Before you can even reply, Yoongi was dragging you out of the mall and into the parking space, not even bothering to stop. He was pissed beyond words. Why was everyone endeared by you? This was a mystery to him.

And you? Blushing furiously at everything that boy said. He scoffed beside you, while you are still oblivious to why he got angry. You assumed it was because you inconvenienced him. You are already thinking of ways to apologise but you were busy not tripping. He wasn't as tall as Namjoon but he was relatively taller than you and you had to jog in order to catch up to his pace as he continue to drag you by your cardigan sleeve.

He was mumbling angrily as he dragged you to his car. You stayed quiet beside him, he must've felt humiliated to be with you. Had you not been with him, he wouldn't be mad right now.

"Yoongi." you call out. His head snapped to your direction. You cleared your throat awkwardly, and fixed your glasses.

"I'm sorry," you start. This made Yoongi's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "I should've just waited for Namjoon to be free and not have you come with me." you spoke up.

"Stop." He replied. "I told you before and I'm telling you now. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to."

You look up at him, you felt your entire emotions surge and you are fed up with everything Yoongi does and says. You sigh as you ran your hand through your hair.

"Yoongi, why are you here?” you asked. “Have you figured it out?” “Figured what out, Y/N?” He returned. Your mind flashed back to last week’s events.

You were on your way to Mr. Do, your professor’s office, when you heard a female voice that made you stop in your tracks. You start hiding at a corner while at the Business Administration building..

There you found Eujin and Mr. Do hugging tightly. You didn’t really know how to react. After all, it was just a hug. You would like to put a little faith into the love of Yoongi’s life. She would never do this to him, you thought. But when he attempted to kiss Eujin you were quick to react. With your small frame, you pushed the two away from each other. Your chest heaving with every breath that you took.

"Eujin. Mr. Do." You cleared your throat. This made them jump away from each other. Like a fire was lit and burned the two of them. "I-I will pretend to have not seen whatever this is" You start.

Mr. Do, as you addressed him to be, seemed to relax at your statement.. After all, he will not only lose his job but also his dignity once this gets out of the three of them.

"But" you continued. "This has to stop, please."

The way you begged confused the fuck out of Eujin. Why were you begging? Weren’t you supposed to be happy that you caught her and can finally be with Yoongi?

"Y-Yoongi. He loves you so much, Eujin." You faced Eujin who has no emotion in her face but shock. "Please don't hurt him, please." You continued to beg.

Unbeknownst to you, Hoseok followed you to the building for you have left your apartment keys on the chair you sat on. He watched the whole ordeal as you started to beg. He wanted to zoom into the picture and take you away. You were lowering yourself to beg for Yoongi? He was infuriated with whom? He no longer knows.

"Mr. Do, please know that if this continues, I will report to the Dean immediately." You threaten and with that, you grab Eujin's arm and drag her to the restroom nearby.

"Don't fucking touch me, Y/N." Eujin takes her arm back as soon as you both arrive at the restroom. She made sure no one was around when she turned to face you. You can see clear as day that she is terrified with what you saw. She didn't want to lose Yoongi.

"I-I won't tell." you promised as you fixed your glasses.

"Why not? Wouldn't that benefit you? You can finally have Yoongi." Her voice was shaky as she said this.

"I'm not selfish, Eujin. I want him to be happy." You smile. "So please, while you haven't done anything you'd regret yet, stop now. I can guarantee that I won't tell him." you urge.

She closed her eyes, ran her fingers through her hair and looked in the mirror. She was still shaken but better. Without saying a word, she turned and left.

You had no choice but to watch her figure leave.

“Nevermind. I can go home from here.” You fake a smile. You bowed your head and turned to leave. Yoongi has had enough of you leaving and grabbed your arm. The contact sending shivers down your spine. You were quick to remove his hand and something flashed in his eyes. It was gone before you could even decipher what it was. “I’ll take you home. You accept these offers from Hobi and Joon, why am I any different?” He was going to start dragging you but you spoke up again. “Yoongi. we're friends, right?" you asked, as you removed the paper bag of the charm from his hand.

"Of course, we are." He answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Then don't act more than that. I asked you to give me a chance and you didn't." you face him tiredly. "I had to endure seeing you with Eujin for months and you didn't hear anything from me. The least you can do to is to not confuse me with all these halfass comments. I like you but I will never be a substitute lover."

With that, you turned to leave. Everything is crashing down on you. With the stress of having to hide what you saw, to your studies, and now with Yoongi confusing the fuck out of you. You just cannot catch a break.

Yoongi was too shocked to react, he wanted to follow you but what would he say to actually appease you? You were right, after all. Spending time with you honestly confused his feelings for Eujin. Hoseok and Namjoon knew this but didn't say anything. They took matters into their own hands and set you two up.

You sat at a bus stop as you rummage through your bag for your phone. Dialing Namjoon's number, he picked up after a few rings.

"Y/N?" He had a teasing tilt to his voice. "How was it?" As you expected, he wasn't in practice as it was quiet around him. You sigh into the receiver.

"W-What do you t-take me for, Namjoon?" You try to make your voice as stable as you can but it cracked in the end. The humiliation and exhaustion with the whole narrative is making your head spin.

"Did something happen, Y/N? What did Yoongi do?!" He grew alarmed as you cried. You heard shuffling as another voice spoke into the phone.

"Y/N? Are you alright? Where are you, I'll pick you up." Hoseok spoke.

"You were in this too?" You gritted your teeth. Anger and disappontment bubbled in your stomach, no matter how you tried to push it back down, trying to be rational.

"I am not a toy for your trio to play with." You finally spoke coldly. "I have feelings too. I'm not a charity case, Hoseok."

Hoseok winced at the lack of nickname and familiarity to your tone. He and Namjoon only wanted to make you happy, hence the setup of the date.

"Please, I'll pick you up." Hoseok sounds panicked already. "Y/N, love, tell me where you are." On his side, Namjoon watched shocked with how he addressed you. Hoseok was shocked too.

"Don't bother showing your face to me," You breathed. "I don't want anything to do with the three of you.” You were about to drop the call as a bus approached the station but you stopped as soon as Hoseok spoke again. “I saw you last week, Y/N.” You didn’t reply. You both knew what he was talking about. “It was none of your business. That was up to Eujin and Yoongi to fix—“ “Come on, Y/N! Do you hear yourself? She was cheating on him and you know it.” His voice was cold, you barely recognized it. “Even if Eujin did cheat on Yoongi, even if they break up,” You pause. “It still wouldn’t be me. Yoongi will never choose me.” “And how sure are you of that?” A voice spoke but it was not Hoseok. You glanced to your right and saw Yoongi who must’ve followed you. He was panting as his chest heaved up and down. He ran. The bus finally stopped in front of you. You gave him a final look. Yoongi’s eyes were begging you to not get in. But you did. ------------------------------------

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