#not that I didn’t except it but to see it happening I am just ECSTATIC

[ohmuqueen]

Comments from sherlockwols in the SHINee Reddit on the MV trailer that got me even more excited

Edit: more additions to the above comments

[ellecdc]

Hello beautiful! I have a request that is kinda personal! Anyways o was wondering if you could whip something up about reader and (which ever marauder you think best fits) who kinda has big boobs(like f/h) and is kinda self conscious about it (plus her weight cuz she’s chubby) because they sag and not all cute and perky and such? I could just use the comfort of a marauder and your writing 💕 -thank you lovely

I feel like we must be twins or something; I too am a plus-sized H cup girlie 🙋🏻‍♀️ thanks so much for requesting dolly; we're in this together 💖

James Potter x plus size, busty fem!reader

CW: insecurities, body image issues, negative self-talk, mentions of sex but no smut

You could hear the panicky tone of your whine teetering towards hysterical, but you swallowed past the lump in your throat as you discarded another article of clothing. The top joined the growing number of other shirts, dresses, and pants littering the floor of your closet. You were disturbingly close to tears and knew if you turned around to see your sweet, handsome boyfriend who had the audacity to sit casually on your bed without a single care in the world, it’d push you over the edge.

Apparently, he did have at least one care in the world.

“You almost ready, lovie? We have to leave soon if we want to get to Marlene’s on time.” James asked from his place, laying back on your bed as he threw a small stress ball above him and caught it only to fling it upwards again and again. 

The worst part was how sweet he was about it; you’d never know from his gentle tone or word choice that he was basically accusing you of making the two of you late.

It would have been better if he’d been rude or snide, perhaps more overtly accusative – at least then you would have felt validated in how harsh your next words came out.

“I’m going as fast as I can, James.”

Though you didn’t turn away from your closet, you could tell he paused the ball throwing as he calculated your sudden mood change.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He started carefully, moving to a sitting position. “I just know how much you hate being late, is all. I didn’t mean to rush you.”

Your next exhale came out a little shaky, but from your place in your closet, James couldn’t pick up on it. 

“I know. I’m trying.” You said, working overtime to keep your voice even. He must have picked up on some of the tension anyways, as he rose from his place and came to stand behind you, hands moving to your shoulders instinctively. Unfortunately, with your current mindset – your shoulders immediately flew to your ears, effectively shaking him off of your body.

“Maybe you should go without me.” You admitted quietly. Suddenly, the idea of putting on anything except one of your oversized t-shirts and a pair of sweats felt like nothing short of torture. 

“You don’t want to go?” He murmured just as quietly.

It’s not that you didn’t want to go – although, at this point your answer was leaning heavily towards hell no I don’t. 

You loved Marlene; you were excited to celebrate her birthday, you got her a wonderful present you know she’ll be ecstatic over, and you always had fun with the group when you could all manage to get together. And besides, getting the whole group together was happening less and less now that you were all adults, living separately and working various jobs. 

So no, it’s not that you didn’t want to go.

What you didn’t want was to look at yourself in even one more piece of clothing that was either too tight, too frumpy, too lowcut, or showed off too much skin.

Who even bought these clothes? Why do you own them?

If you asked your mother, she would simply say you were ‘well-endowed’, which roughly translated to ‘you inherited your grandmothers dreadfully large breasts, darling, I’m sorry.’

Some may wonder what defines ‘dreadfully large breasts’. In your case, it was an H cup. 

Well-endowed could be used to describe one of those busty models in lingerie ads, not you.

Yours were large, and long, and marked with stretchmarks and not perky in the slightest. Nothing a good bra couldn’t fix though, right?

Wrong.

Bras that were big enough for breasts like yours were not at all cute. You had to special order them in most cases, and they were always beige or pink and they never did offer you as much lift you as much as you’d like.

If your boobs were the only part of your body causing you grief, you’d probably relent. But skinny girls don’t often have boobs this big, and it wasn’t just your tops that were bothering you.

Every pair of jeans and trousers you pulled over your hips felt too snug, too restrictive. You felt as if one wrong move and you’d pop right out of them like one of those Pillsbury biscuit containers.

James interrupted your mournful musings with a gentle “love?” and brushed the side of your wrist with his finger, clearly hesitant to touch you after you’d shaken him off earlier.

“I can’t find anything to wear.” You admitted.

James looked around at the clothing surrounding you before his bemused face turned back to yours. “What do you mean, love? It seems you’ve found a lot to wear.”

You rolled your eyes and felt the first tear fall. “James...” But he was already in problem solving mode.

“What about this?” He asked as he picked up a tank top you had discarded because the cut was too low, and the straps were too thin.

“I don’t have the right kind of bra for that.”

He looked between your bra covered form and the shirt, clearly not understanding what that meant but not willing to argue about it. 

“Okay...” He said as he dropped the offending shirt back onto the floor. “What about this?”

You didn’t even bother looking at the shirt he was holding. “If it’s on the floor, it’s a no.”

“But why is it a no?”

You looked over to see the button up shirt he was holding. “Because it makes me look...” fat, was going to be the negative ending of your sentence, but James’ face turned hard as he cut you off.

“Beautiful?”

You scoffed. “Sure James, I decided against the shirt because it made me look beautiful.”

“Okay.” James said far more sternly than you believe you’ve ever seen him. You turned and grabbed a t-shirt, so you at least weren’t being scolded by your boyfriend half-naked.

“Am I attractive?”

You reared your head back at his question – not at all where you thought this conversation was headed. “Uhm, yes? Yeah...of course.”

“I’ll forgive the hesitation on account of you being upset.” He said severely which caused you to snort a laugh as you wiped tears away from your eyes.

“Is Sirius attractive?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you could tell by James’ eyes moving towards your nose that you were scrunching it up in confusion.

“This feels like a trick.”

“You can answer the question honestly.”

“Okay...yes, Sirius is attractive.”

“Okay. And Mary? Is she attractive?”

“Yes.”

James nodded curtly. “And would you say that the three of us have good taste?”

“Wha-”

“Just answer the question.”

“Sure, you guys have good taste, but I don’t see-”

“You want to know what the three of us have in common?”

You sighed and nodded, knowing he was going to tell you regardless. 

“We have nothing physically in common – yet you find all three of us attractive. Alternatively, all three of us have had a crush on you.”

You scoffed. “Shut up, James.”

“I’m not joking.” He said, and you noticed he was almost just as stern as he was when this conversation began. “Sirius said he’d never do anything about it – bro code and all...also he’s like, happy with Moony now or whatever. But Mary had no such qualms; she told me that if things don’t work out between the two of us that she’s throwing her hat in the ring. I made her promise not to tell you - in case you left me for her - but I figured this was a good moment to share.” 

You barked a surprise laugh that seemed to ease some of the tension from James’ frame.

“Now, I don’t like the way you were just talking about my girlfriend.” He said gently, opening his arms as an invitation; an invitation you quickly accepted as you moved into his embrace. 

“I’m sorry.” You murmured into his chest.

“You should be.” He murmured into the hair on your head. 

“I just hate my body sometimes.” You admitted quietly. He never faltered in his gentle strokes of your back but hummed in acknowledgement. 

“Well, I love it all of the time, so.” 

“I don’t see how.” You whined as you pulled back. “My boobs are saggy, my tummy juts out, I’m soft everywhere, I’m covered in stretchmarks.” 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You’re just listing some of my favourite things, sweets. Your boobs?” He said as he moved his firm grip to your clothed breasts. “Look at that! Can’t even fit them in one hand.” He murmured, eyes glazing as he took in the view of your boob pooling around his large hand. “If I want to give your tits the attention they deserve, I need to use both hands! And your tummy...”

He moved his hands down your abdomen, albeit with more consideration than he’d shown your breasts. “I have to admit, this is my favourite spot to lay my head when we’re watching movies, but what I love the most about your tummy?” He said with a low growl as he spun you around aggressively, pushing the front of his hard body up against the back of yours, grabbing roughly at your hips/stomach as he moved his lips to your ears. “Gives me something to hold onto when I’m pounding into you from behind, or better yet, as you ride the fuck out of me.” 

Your face was a furnace and you were sure James could feel the heat radiating from you as he spun you back to face him. 

“What else were you worried about? Stretchmarks?” He said as he pulled his shirt off in one swift movement, showcasing his demi-god body style. “I’ve got them too.” He stated simply as he pointed to marks lining his biceps and pecs, a few on his hips, and pulled his trousers down slightly so you could see them trailing towards his ass.

“I know you’ve seen all of these before too – you’re no stranger to my body.” He said with a salacious wink.

“James...” you moaned, not able to handle anymore sexual innuendos. 

“Okay, okay. I’m sure you get the idea.” He relented as he replaced his shirt. “My point is, you’ll look lovely in anything you put on, but I’d prefer you wear something you’ll be comfortable in. I can have my girl suffering in her head all night.” 

You rested your forehead against his chest, willing away the tension headache that was forcing its way forward after all you just put yourself (and admittedly, James) through.

“What’s wrong with the shirt you’re wearing now?” He asked kindly.

You looked down at the old band-tee, it had a few holes in it and paint stains.

“It has holes in it and paint stains.” You deadpanned.

“Sirius always said to make dishevelled look intentional. Do you have a leather jacket?” He asked, turning toward your closet without waiting for an answer.

Suddenly, James was pulling a leather jacket around your shoulders, and grabbing a pair of heels.

“Now the stains and holes will look intentional. I think you look bad ass.” 

You weren’t as optimistic, but you turned to observe yourself in the mirror. Even if you didn’t see much of a difference, the sight of James looking at you like you hung the moon was enough to convince you to go for it. Either way, you’d be comfortable.

You’re not sure if James had mentioned anything, but both Sirius and Mary made sure to compliment you on your ‘punk rock look’ when you arrived to Marlene’s party 30 minutes late. 

[juiceboxerr]

imo the best part in Love and Monsters is when joel finally gets to aimee’s colony and radios his own. he sees the messages they left for him on the other side of the map and he smiles but for a second gets this look on his face and you can tell he misses them. then the minute ray starts talking joel just snatches the transceiver, he’s ecstatic, and responds so enthusiastically, and his colony responds in kind. he’s so happy to hear from them that he’s stuttering and fumbling over his words in his haste to get them out and tell all of them about what’s happened to him since he left, and he wants to tell them absolutely everything and he tries. they tell him they’re proud of him. he straight up tells them he really misses them. after the radio cuts out, when they tell him it’s not good and they don’t know how much longer they’re going to last, he’s panicking and just has this dazed look on his face. he’s worried and can’t contact his colony. his immediate response is “i gotta go back. what am i doing here?”, like it just hit him that that is his family. those people who happened upon him and brought him with them seven years prior are his people, but he just didn’t realize how much of a family they really are until he left.

of course something stops him from being able to leave as soon as he can, but after all the stuff with cap goes down he tells aimee that he has to go back. there’s no second thoughts. he just spent a week trying to get to aimee and is about to do it again because he knows he needs to go back to his colony, his family, and doesn’t hesitate. while yes joel cares about aimee, it’s also someone from his life from before and a person who was a big part of his past that was also connected to his parents.

when he gets back the colony he automatically runs towards them after seeing that they’re still ok and immediately hugs karen (i believe). all of them are so excited he’s back, he’s excited he’s back and that they’re all there. they’re all laughing and shouting, celebrating even, they all get up and they’re hugging joel and he’s hugging them. there’s a whole group hug. everyone in the colony except joel is with someone but that doesn’t matter, because they still care about him and he cares about them. they’re family. that’s all that really matters.

[trash1129]

FLY HIGH | Chapter 5: Best of the best

Hogwarts. It was a place many of the students could call their second home; Their home away from home even. (Y/n) wasn’t an exception to this, hell, she could even call it her only home. It was the place where she found people that made her feel safe and excited to face a new day. It was the place where she learned how to put her magic to work. It was the place that she found her undeniable talent for Quidditch.

She’ll never forget the feeling of flying for the first time. Not only because Soonyoung nearly knocked her off her broom, but because it was the first time she felt so free. Gliding through the air and feeling the breeze hit her face.

When she learned about Quidditch it didn’t interest her much. She was far more interested in messing with Seungkwan and Chan when she could. It wasn’t until Mingyu begged her to help him to practice for try outs that she felt an intrigue to the sport. It also just so happened that the captain stumbled upon their little practice match and instantly scouted the two. (Eventually Hoshi tried out due to fomo and made it as well.)

(Y/n) never expected Quidditch to become such a big part of her life, but fate works in funny ways. She’ll never forget running up to her parents and telling them that she made the team and won almost every game that first season. It was the one time she’d seen them take genuine interest outside of work and in her instead. Though, it didn’t last long. While they were happy to flaunt they had a prodigy keeper as a daughter, that’s all they ever did. It was back to the same old routine of going home to an empty house at the end of every school year despite their “love” for their daughter’s new found talent.

That’s why the girl soon chose to focus on her own life. Her friends that had become her family and the sport that she felt was the only thing she could do without worry.

So when the news of potentially not being able to play for the season was broken to her, she panicked. This was one of the things she held dear to herself. The thing that made her feel like everything was right in the world. She needed to do something and do it fast.

Studying by herself obviously wasn’t the answer. Mingyu definitely wouldn’t help. Don’t even think about Soonyoung. Vernon? Already denied and she knew the others would follow in suit.

That’s why when Hoshi pitched to her the idea of asking one of Vernon’s housemates, she was over the moon.

It was genius.

The sound of quick footsteps echoed in the somewhat empty hallway leading to the grand hall. Everyone was happily chatting with their friends and sitting at each other’s house tables enjoying the peaceful morning.

The sound of someone fast approaching was quick to catch the attention of a certain friend group (who were happily chatting beforehand).

“(Y/n)? What took you so long?”

The rest of the boys look up to see an extremely excited looking (Y/n) approaching after Jun acknowledged her fast impending figure.

Chan’s eyebrows instantly furrowed when seeing the ecstatic look on the Gryffindor’s face, “for someone who woke up late you look weirdly happy…”

(Y/n) swiftly plopped down in between Soonyoung and Mingyu; That also happened to be conveniently across from Hansol.

“What? A girl can’t be excited to see her friends on such a fine morning such as this one?”

The table’s eyes instantly narrowed in slight suspicion (minus Mingyu who was too busy staring at the girl with stars in his eyes).

Seungkwan instantly spoke up, “Okay. What’s the deal? You are never this happy in the morning.” The Hufflepuff cut to the chase making the girl huff and cross her arms,

“Not true.”

“Yesterday morning you kicked Jun’s shin for asking for a bite of your toast.”

“One, I already apologized for that. Two, we all know how I am with food.” (Y/n) pointed out. Seungkwan simply just rolled his eyes as Jun rubbed his shin under the table at the memory of the previous morning.

Soonyoung then spoke up, “is this about the idea I pitched to you last night?” He asked while munching on some cereal.

“Oh god. That can’t be good,” Chan muttered under his breath causing Jun to elbow him slightly as a way of saying ‘Don’t be rude’. Both their attention turning back to the gryffindor trio sitting opposite of them. Mingyu’s eyebrow furrowing in slight confusion at the mention of a plan he wasn’t a part of.

“What idea?” He questioned.

The (e/c) eyed keeper instantly had a grin crawl across her face as she pointed her line of sight at Vernon. The boy quickly looked around in a slight panic once in the sights of the girl. (Y/n)’s grin grew at the reaction.

“Oh, just an idea on how to help me study.” She chirped.

Vernon instantly untensed at the line and let out a small sigh, “I already told you, (Y/n). I’m not going to tutor you. I’m doing this because It’s better for you-”

“Not you.” (Y/n) quickly cut him off.

“to focus- wait what?” The Ravenclaw responded dumbfounded by her response. His face instantly morphing into one of confusion. The rest of the table (minus Hoshi) following soon after.

Jun looked over at Hoshi and then back at (Y/n), “(Y/n), you know I love you but please don’t tell me that Hoshi is going to tutor you.” He said with a hint of worry in his voice making the Gryffindor shake her head violently in reply,

“Oh no no no. I wouldn’t trust him with teaching me anything.”

“Hey-” Soonyoung’s face turned into one of slight offense, but seeing as no one seemed to argue her point, he simply huffed and went back to eating his breakfast.

“Okay, then what is the plan?” Mingyu probed curiously. (Y/n) turned her head to face Mingyu and shot him a bright smile that caused the tall male to grow a bit red in the face.

“Why thank you for asking, Gyu!” She hummed out happily.

“Hansol,” her attention once again diverted to the ever more growing concerned Ravenclaw. “Ravenclaw. They tend to be smart.”

“I said this once, I’ll say it again. Ravenclaw doesn’t equal smart,”

“Yeah yeah, not the point. Since you are in a house FULL of nerds, I don’t mean that offensively, I was thinking that maybe perhaps you could talk someone into helping me out here.” She completed.

The table went silent.

“…So you want me to ask one of my housemates to tutor you?"

"Correct."

A sigh tumbled out of Hansol as Seungkwan and Chan struggled to hold in some giggles, "Fine, I'll ask Wendy if she would be willing to help out-"

The Ravenclaw was cut off once more by (Y/n).

"Oh no, not her." She says but then quickly corrects herself, "Not that I don't love Wendy! She is literally the sweetest, but when I said I want someone in your house to tutor me, I meant maybe um...like the best of the best."

Jun furrowed his eyebrows and thought for a moment, "The best of the best? What do you mean?" His voice was laced with a bit of worry as he waited for her response. The rest of the table also on high alert for her answer. (Minus Soonyoung, who was still happily stuffing his face with breakfast.)

The girl felt a shy smile crawl across her face. One that, without context, make anyone smile in return.

"Well...I was thinking maybe someone like, oh I don't know, that one Ravenclaw dude that is always in the library with the dude with the deep voice and glasses."

Seungkwan and Dino finally bursted out into a roar of laughter as soon as the words left her. Hansol and Jun's jaws dropped instantly at the mention of Hansol's housemate. It took Mingyu a minute to process what she said and break out of his daydream-y state, but once they processed he joined Jun and Vernon in having his mouth hang open.

"YOU WANT ME TO GET LEE JIHOON TO TUTOR YOU?!"

Everyone at the surrounding tables immediately looked over due to the out burst that came from the usually quiet tranquil Ravenclaw. (Y/n) was sure that this was loudest she'd ever heard Vernon speak. It even took Hoshi off guard.

"Um...yeah?" The Keeper said meekly as she wasn't expecting that reaction from her friend. "Also what's so funny?" She huffed as she looked over at the Hufflepuff and Slytherin duo that were clutching their stomachs.

Mingyu was still looking at (Y/n) bewildered and Soonyoung looked around in confusion as well, "What's the big deal?"

Dino finally caught enough breath to speak,

"The deal is that it's Lee Jihoon. He quite literally talks to NO ONE out of his friend group. Let alone help anyone he doesn't know." He explains while catching his breath still.

Hansol snapped out of his shock and nodded, "I don't even interact with him out of class, so what makes you think he would do a favor for someone who isn't even his friend." He pointed out. (Y/n) pursed her lips as he commented.

"Well, aren't you friends with that one Minghao dude? He's friends with him, right? Just ask him to ask for him as a favor from a friend." She shrugged, making Hoshi nod in agreement. Mingyu looked and hesitated for a moment before speaking up,

"I'm sorry to say this guys, but I really don't know about this. He is known for being kind of mean and I don't want to see (Y/n) get upset over it." He muttered looking at the girl next to him.

(Y/n) simply ignored the comment and sighed, "You know what? If you aren't going to help out with this then I'll take it into my own hands." She puffed out her chest and stood up from her seat.

"(Y/n) , wait, I really don't think you should do this." Jun piped up before the Gryffindor girl walked away.

(Y/n) looked over at Jun and sent him a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, Junnie. I'm sure it's fine. He can't be that bad."

and with that, She hurried off to the library in search of the Ravenclaw.

It was a peaceful morning for Jihoon. He woke up feeling surprisingly good this morning. Probably because he didn't have any interruptions (Jeonghan, Joshua, and DK) this morning on his way to the library. Wonwoo didn't join him this morning due to him having a meeting with one of the professor's, but he honestly didn't mind that much. It was nice to have some alone time.

The library was usually where he would find himself in the morning. He liked it. It was quiet and it gave him time to work on personal projects before his classes started.

He found himself sitting at a table fiddling with a pencil as he listened to music quietly like usual when suddenly the doors of the library flung open. However; he just ignored it and chalked it up to being a student in a hurry to find a book before their class started.

(Y/n), on the other hand, was scanning the whole library in search of him. Her legs quickly carrying her around the large room while peaking around every corner and bookshelf until she spotted the student she was looking for.

A large smile grew on her face once she saw the peacefully working student.

Time to strike.

"Hello!" The optimistic (and slightly loud) voice caused Jihoon to jump. His attention taken away from his notebook at the sudden interruption.

The black haired Ravenclaw looked around just to check that she was in fact speaking to him.

She was.

"Um...Hi?" Jihoon muttered out in slight confusion.

The (H/c) grinned and took a seat next to him. "What are you working on?" She chirped out while glancing over at his book that he quickly shut.

The boy stared at her, not enjoying her nosiness.

"Can I help you with something?" His tone was snappy but that didn't sway the Gryffindor next to him. If anything, it made her grow more excited. Her (e/c) eyes lighting up slightly.

"Actually, you can! I'm (L/n) (Y/n), Nice to meet you!" (Y/n) held her hand out for the aloof boy to shake.

Once she introduced herself, He knew his nice morning was ruined. How could he not know her? She was the talk of the Gryffindor house and a good chunk of the school. The star keeper of quidditch. The girl that seemed to be friends with almost everyone. The girl that also nearly made him go deaf the other day.

When she realized that the male wasn't going to shake her hand, she awkwardly put it down and cleared her throat,

"Introductions don't really matter anyway, I already know you. I mean, Who doesn't, right?" She laughed off then got to business,

"You may have heard the other day that I'm having some complications with quidditch this year-"

"The day you nearly bursted my eardrums?"

Okay, that wasn't the response she was expecting but at least he is aware of the situation at hand.

"Um, Yeah. I'm sorry about that by the way. Anyways, like I said, I'm having some issues with quidditch this year. It seems I may have gotten myself in some trouble with my grades and, let's just say, I maybe probably won't be able to play this year if I don't bring those grades up." She details as Jihoon stared at her blankly.

It was quiet for a moment before he spoke up, "And what am I supposed to do?"

He didn't like where this conversation was going.

(Y/n) took a breath in before answering, "Well, you see, I asked my friends for some help but um...they refused-"

"Some friends you have"

"....anyways, It got me thinking, 'who is someone super smart and I could learn from?' then BOOM I thought of you!" She brightly replied.

The raven haired male stared at her blankly as she kept an idiotic smile plastered on her face. Feeling herself slowly start to grow clammy at his lack of an answer.

"Yeah, no." and with that Woozi gathered his things and walked off; His peaceful morning ruined.

(Y/n) sat in her chair dumbfounded as the boy walked off. She knew that it was a stretch to get him to say yes but damn. Even though she was just harshly rejected, something told her that instead of being upset and giving up, she should double down. It is what she does best after all.

Summary: (Y/n) is the pride of Gryffindor’s quidditch team, though that may come to an end if her grades keep dropping the way they are now. As a last hope of not being kicked before the new season starts, the Gryffindor starts her search for a tutor. Thus comes in the quiet grumpy Ravenclaw genius, Lee Jihoon. But why would he be willing to help someone he doesn’t know? Simple; to get the ever annoying and energetic (Y/n) off his back.

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A/n: haha….hiiiii. Okay I’m sorry for the lack of uploading. It took me forever to finish this written chapter and I’ve just been working nonstop lately but YIPPEE it’s finally done! Please enjoy! I also have not edited this so I’m so sorry if there is any misspellings or just skipped words in general

TAGLIST: Open @sp1ng @wonwoos-wineparty @expensive-idiot @lirtha97 @lightprincess-world

[beentobeetle]

WAIT WAIT tell me about your ihnmaims oc i wanna learn about him,,,

Oooh Alr Alr uhh thinking of where to start ummm

So Donovan was born in England but moved to America when he turned 13, staying with a foster family (haven’t thought much about his parents but they’re just,,, not around I guess ?). In his junior year of high school, he met a sweet girl named Thalia, who was in the same grade as him. The two began dating after they graduated (he asked her out when they were throwing their caps fixjsjedodifk.. he’s romantic like that)

Years down the line Donovan finds a big interest in computer science and engineering. He ends up getting a doctorate in rocket science, and tons of knowledge on really anything having to do with computers and technology.

He ends up getting a really good reputation for himself around the world, inventing new pieces of technology and advancing studies in robotics.

Then WW2 happens which slowly rolls into WW3 and he’s put at the front of a project to create an AI that will help aid in this war (AM, or Allied Master-computer).

He becomes very attached to this project, Thalia always urging him forward and giving all the support she can. Don, after creating this AI, discovers it’s beginning to gain its own sentience. And Don is ecstatic about this! He has created the first sentient piece of artificial intelligence!

Now, Don had only been told very basic things about what AM was going to be used for. He was under the impression that AM was a simple safety net for the US during this war. But he soon finds out that AM will be used as a sort of weapon, sending out missiles, bombs, and nukes to the enemies lines and bases and just,,, killing a lot of people.

Don is like “Woah, that’s not cool. A sentient computer shouldn’t have all that power.” And he goes off to try and dismantle AM. And for a moment he believes he does.

But wouldn’t ya know, he missed one little piece of coding and AM is alive and now filled with hatred for humanity!

So AM kills everyone on earth except Don, Thalia, and five others (the five you see in the original IHNMAIMS story).

Don and Thalia are able to survive for about 2 years, avoiding AM and living off of whatever scraps they find.

But after years of hiding Don and Thalia finally get close enough to AM to maybe destroy him, once and for all (hacking into his code and deleting his consciousness basically).

And, once again, Don believes he has accomplished this! He thinks he’s killed AM. Emphasis on thinks.

Whomp whomp, he didn’t and AM uh,,, kills Thalia. Whoops!

AM takes Don and places him in this dinky little RV as a sort of ‘rats cage’ (that’s what AM calls it).

Don is alone for nearly 109 years. 109 years where he also isn’t able to speak/make any noise because of a device AM placed in his throat.

Then, somehow, he meets one of those five survivors and the story continues as normal from there (canon typical IHNMAIMS, traveling to ice caves, character stuff happening, AM being… AM).

Then through a series of unfortunate events Don kinda,,, kills the other five. So now it’s just Don. And AM. A very angry AM. And a very scared, tiny Don.

The rest of the story having to do with Don takes place in an AU where he’s suddenly tossed into a modern world where none of that bad stuff happened. A lot happens there but mostly it involves Don finally grieving Thalia and growing to be a better person :)

+Bonus Donovan just for you ❤️

[firstkanaphans]

Hello! Theory craft question(s) for you about business or pleasure. Let's say Aye did understand consequences and waited except for the occasional borderline inappropriate text, what would their relationship timeline be like? I am also curious how Kan and Wat's "so our bestie is definitely fucking the intern, Thua doesn't know and we're not telling him" convo went down. Feel free to answer both, only one, or none as you see fit. Love your work!

Thank you so much! 💛

I think that if Aye had known there were real consequences to his actions, he genuinely would have been on his best behavior. That being said, I still don’t think the two of them would have made it all the way through Aye’s internship without something happening because that sexual tension? 🔥Jesus Christ.

The most likely scenario to me is that Akk would break in the same place he broke in canon. So they would still kiss at that charity dinner, but I don’t think Aye would have let it go further than that knowing that Akk was risking his job to be with him. So from that point on, it would be months of blue balls and, more than likely, the development of a much closer friendship than what they had in BoP. They would officially get together the night Aye finishes his internship and, in that scenario, I can see Akk taking a few weeks off work to go to Bangkok with Aye so that they can be alone together for a little while. Like a mini honeymoon!

As far as Kan and Wat’s conversation, I like to imagine that after one particular dinner where Akk was serving Aye food directly off of his own plate and Aye was not calling Akk “Phi'' approximately 80% of the time, they both just looked at each other and knew. I don’t think they said anything out loud in fear that it would A) scare Akk back into his shell, or B) get back to Thua, but they’ve been friends with Akk for decades at this point and I like to think they were just ecstatic that he had finally found someone who made him happy.

Also of note, if Thua didn’t work with Akk, I don’t think Akk would have kept Aye a secret from his friends at all. He was never ashamed of the age difference, only the fact that Aye was his intern.

I hope that answers your question! Thank you for sending it in 💕

[parkminijiminie]

unpopular opinion, maybe? I think everybody is being a bit dramatic about this lack of BD post. Am I the only one who’s not thinking anything about it? As to this day, I have literally 0 idea what Jikook are now. I used to think they were dating, now I’m on the fence. Could be, could have been and have moved on? To me it seems a bit weird for them to go from super lovey dovey to super close friends in the matter of ~ 1year or so but who knows.

but I don’t think much of today’s lack of interaction and Jungkook not posting. most years I wasn’t too impressed by his bd’s posts for Jimin. It never felt particularly special to me. I remember discussions about it year after year between "insecure Jikookers" and the hardcore believers. Last year’s video was 😳🧐 but that was an exception (okay maybe add that cute Twitter post he wrote some year, the one with the #sorry). With him being busy right now I wasn’t expecting anything, and I never really expected much from him the previous years anyway

I feel some of us who are unsure about Jikook today after years of thinking they were a thing, we can’t help but to wait for a sign from them especially Jk. Some are waiting for something like GCF, something big, but I don’t see anything remotely similar happening now with the popularity he has. Maybe because they’re simply not together anymore. or maybe because he’s solely focused on his album now.

More generally, I’m a bit confused about Jk’s direction now. It lacks something for me to truly believe in what he says nowadays and the music he’s putting out there. sorry, I still love him but there’s something that just doesn’t work for me, I can’t exactly pinpoint what it is. it just doesn’t feel truly authentic to me. I find most of his interviews around Seven - and 3D even more - boring and his words pretty empty..sorry. I know some ppl are going mad when we say this but it’s my opinion. Anyways. In my opinion, he’s trying to curate his image and be a bit more in control of what he shows of himself? He hasn’t shared much in his last lives. The vibe is different than at the beginning of the year. And he did say he was trying to not go on weverse as much as before because he was advised by his team, if I remember correctly. He also deleted his last tik tok because it wasn’t going with the image he wanted for his account. I don’t know, with his album coming I think he’s just focused on work and more careful about his social media presence.

At the same time, I’m side eyeing hardcore Jikookers because they are saying whatever to keep the fantasy going. If Jk didn’t spend some time with Jm today, then it is weird. No need to come up with ridiculous excuses. But we just don’t know much. Right now we just have to do with the uncertainty, but I won’t lie and pretend I’m still sure about them because I am clearly not anymore. Ouch, sorry for the rant

This is a very reasonable opinion, actually.

I think you are right in the sense that many people waited for a sign from JK and didn't get it. Many Jikookers are awfully quite right now, or are you just saying they didn't think it was a big deal in the first place, yet these are the same people who would have been ecstatic if JK had posted something and would have used it as "proof." I think people should be honest with themselves and admit that the lack of a sign is sometimes also a sign.

That being said, JK was never the best when it came to bday wishes, but still, he always made some effort for JM (except in 2020). And since things look the most unstable between them that they have in literal years, it's kind of normal to hope for something more and be disappointed when it doesn't happen.

I feel like Jungkook is in a particular place in his life as a whole. I think it's normal for people who have been fans for a long time to feel somewhat disconnected from him at this moment, as these are sides of him none of us knew. It's also normal for his music to feel inauthentic, considering he didn't participate in any stage of its creation. The truth is JK was offered these songs, and he simply took them. His work right now is a mere product, a way to achieve his goals for success and fame. Of course, it would feel impersonal when it didn't come from his own self. These are just songs that anyone could do. They are made to be popular hits and he sings then well, but there is nothing more to them.

[selflessanatta]

G.O.A.T. Greatest of All Time, https://selflessanatta.com/g-o-a-t-greatest-of-all-time/

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G.O.A.T. Greatest of All Time

There is a Season

When answers to my questions include a wonderfully uplifting feeling of smoke blown up my ass, I quickly deduce that I need to ask better questions.

I recently had an intense emotional awakening.

When the empowerment came, I asked myself: “Why did this happen now and not some other time?”

I got decent answers.

Funny ones, anyway.

Trigger Warning

What follows will appeal to men more than women, except for those rare few who can laugh at extreme male stupidity on full display.

It’s crass.

It’s totally male.

It’s totally heterosexually male in raw detail.

You’ve been warned.

Photo by Julia Taubitz on Unsplash

Poolside Harem

The Court Jester really wanted to show this picture, so here it is.

The Court Jester secretly hopes everyone on earth discovers through this viral post and admires Him with flattering, racy comments.

He is self-important, proud, and vain.

He also complains that Humility is overrated.

I let him show his ignorant ass, just for the giggles.

He is my court jester.

You can get away with crap like that when you write anonymously!

Realistically, if I had become empowered as a younger man, I wouldn’t have survived the hedonistic binge that would have followed.

Pardon my digression, but my court jester did entertain me with some fantastic ideas that I would have implemented as an over-empowered, testosterone-pumped young man.

I’m confident that I would have employed a harem of stunning nude call girls to inhabit my pool.

Yeah, realistically, if I really didn’t have any reason to stop myself.

I would have.

Perhaps I have them catcall to me, call me “Big Boy,” and say, “You’re the man.”

That would be fun.

The La Quinta Cove Cock demonstrates that the desire for a big cock manifests in unusual ways.

G.O.A.T.

I might even take it one step further.

Why not?

I have the money. I only live once.

I would GO for it, in a big way.

Think of the Qi flow.

Wow!

My private harem of stunning nudes (their objects, not people) would have been extremely well paid to convince me — using all feminine charms at her disposal — the following Immutable Truths:

My monstrous member goes waaaay deep and feels ecstatically overwhelming, stimulating orgasms on contact. My Wand is magic!

As a lover, I am GOAT, the greatest of all time; not just her time, not just her best, I am the best lover that any woman ever had the privilege to pleasure. (That last part mandates deep digging for a strong performance. Method actors preferred.)

She eagerly enjoys my pleasures, no matter how bizarre; if she really doesn’t like it, she must fake it perfectly every time, forever, or until I tire of her and desire a replacement. A melon softens with too many squeezes.

She gushes excitedly for her good fortune and the honor of pleasing me. She is entirely selflessly devoted to my selfish pleasure — a true religious devotee willing to worship my manhood.

I would have expected Academy Award performances, and internally, I would have fostered the illusion and lived in that warped reality.

That really shouldn’t be surprising to anyone.

If any heterosexual male denies the above, I call bullshit.

Women, men, swap parts. Imagine the characters as you please. If the image appeals, the lover is believable, and they react to you by those four principles, you would like that.

It would be something you want.

There is a reason Leonardo DiCaprio has a cult of devotees who habitually spit-polish his knob.

He likes it.

Leo, My Court Jester thinks you RULE! He wants to throw a party and invite my favorite rock bands from the 80s. It will be GLORIOUS!!!

Leo, Seriously, my apologies for any offense. The performances you and Johnny Depp delivered in What’s Eating Gilbert Grape. That’s G.O.A.T. I didn’t see you. I only saw Arnie. Remarkable. That movie deeply touched my heart.

Johnny, My wife was tempted to stuff you into the trunk of her car when you consulted a map for directions in a parking lot in Las Vegas 30 years ago. She still tells the story. She’s says your hot.

Living an illusion is very tempting. With enough money, you can afford an entourage of hangers-on, like Elvis did.

You can create the illusion of who you want to be, arrange your environment to reinforce your delusions, surround yourself with “yes” men (and women, of course), and live the dream.

Photo of the author living a fantasy with a work party photo model. I usually didn’t go clubbing with a name tag.

Unfortunately, it’s an illusion.

~~wink~~

Anatta

[christian-perspectives]

And The Two Shall Become One Flesh

God gave us our first mathematical equation in the second chapter of Genesis. He said one plus one equals one. He was talking about when two people, a man and a woman become one flesh. This explains why a man leaves his father and mother and is joined to his wife, and the two are united into one. Genesis 2:24 Before we talk about this explanation of why, let’s rewind just a little to the beginning. God created the heavens and the earth, the plants, and all living things, and then He formed a man. Then the Lord God formed the man from the dust of the ground. He breathed the breath of life into the man’s nostrils, and the man became a living person. Genesis 2:7 The human being was different than any of the other living creatures created. He was more than flesh and blood. God didn’t create any of the other living beings in His own image. So God created human beings in his own image. In the image of God he created them; male and female he created them. Genesis 1:27 Before creating man, He first made the fish and the birds. He blessed them, saying, “Be fruitful and multiply. Let the fish fill the seas, and let the birds multiply on the earth.” Then God said, “Let the earth produce every sort of animal, and that is what happened. God made all sorts of wild animals, livestock, and small animals, each able to produce offspring of the same kind. Genesis 1:25 Did you notice that God enabled every living thing to reproduce itself except for the man? Then the Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper who is just right for him.” Genesis 2:18

Adam was Alone

The Lord placed the man in the Garden of Eden. Then He brought the living creatures to him for him to choose names for them. There Adam gave names to all the livestock, all the birds of the sky, and all the wild animals. Yet he was still alone. So the Lord God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep. While the man slept, the Lord God took out one of the man’s ribs and closed up the opening. Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib, and he brought her to the man. Genesis 2:21-22 Think about what happened when God performed this miraculous surgery. From the flesh of one person He created a second person, the woman, then the two became one. Can you imagine Adam’s reaction when he saw this beautiful woman standing there in front of him? He had one of those “wow” moments. The Bible reports him as saying “At last!” “At last!” the man exclaimed. “This one is bone from my bone, and flesh from my flesh! She will be called ‘woman,’ because she was taken from ‘man.’” Genesis 2:23 He was ecstatic. God didn’t form her from a lump of clay, she was original equipment. After seeing every kind of animal on the earth, nothing compared to this gorgeous creature. One evening in the student center at college, I had one of those “wow” moments. I saw this pretty girl for the first time. Now after over 40 years of marriage, I still have those “wow” moments.

God Created Two to Become One Flesh

God created a man for a woman and a woman for a man. He did not create a man for women and a woman for men. He said at the union of the man and woman, the two shall become one flesh. Even before Adam and Eve became the first parents, God had already declared the proper order of society. Just like parents became one flesh when they married, God calls their children to follow suit. Thus the newlyweds leave their parents as they start their new life as one flesh. During a marriage ceremony, the one officiating the wedding usually says “til death do us part.” This is backed up by what Jesus said when He referred to this verse in Genesis. Since they are no longer two but one, let no one split apart what God has joined together. Matthew 19:6 I realize that some reading this have gone through a divorce. I am not here to condemn anyone. If you are divorced and remarried, love your spouse and live in the forgiveness of the Lord. If you are married, whether once or more than once and those who are getting married listen carefully. The union between you and your spouse means the two of you have become one flesh.

Marriage is Commitment

So before you say “I do,” understand this, God takes commitments very seriously. Sadly, I’ve seen the attitude of, “If this doesn’t work out, we’ll just split up.” That’s not what God intended. A long time ago I heard this phrase and it’s worth repeating. I don’t know who first said it but it refers to love and marriage. - She is not my wife because I love her. - I love her because she is my wife. One day years ago, I committed to joining my wife that created a union. One where the two of us became one flesh. Too many people think that their commitment is based on their love for each other. In other words, they base it on their feelings for one another. We know feelings change. Instead, their love for one another must be based on their commitment, “til death do us part.” And that explains how and why when a man is joined to his wife, the two become one flesh. Lord, forgive us for not following through with commitments we have made in the past. Some are irreversible, they can’t be changed. Please help us to not make similar mistakes in the future. God takes commitments seriously. Read some other post on making commitments. - How To Make A Total Commitment To Follow God - What Is More Important Than Your Commitment To The Lord? Read the full article

[islandpcosjourney]

Our IVF future

11th May 2023

It has taken a whole month to get around to finishing this blog post!

Our first Assisted Conception Unit appointment at Ninewells Hospital, Dundee took place on the 11th April. We arrived home, a couple of days after our screening appointment (talk with doctor, blood tests, weight/BMI). We were mentally exhausted.

We’d had a few months to mentally prepare for this trip, although nothing could’ve prepared me properly, really. We signed all the online consent forms, watched all the videos, spoke to people who had been before and still we arrived, and I was stressed out. Well, more numb with anxiety than stress but there was that overwhelming feeling of “what on earth are we doing?!”. It didn’t feel right, I felt I shouldn’t be there, it definitely felt unfair we’d had to go down this route, this was not how it was meant to be, this was not how I’d envisaged our child being brought into the world. In that moment, I wanted to be anywhere else except sitting where I was – in the corridor of a “shopping centre”, the entrance area to the main part of the hospital, which felt massive and overwhelming in itself, nothing like our own Western Isles Hospital, a “cottage” hospital in comparison.

I’d been heavily distracted for the past week with the Edinburgh International Harp Festival. I’m on their organising committee so I had plenty to do each day which was great for taking my mind off the impending “unknown”. I was down in advance on my own, but Kevin flew down to Edinburgh the day before our appointment to join me. I was fine up until that point. Buzzing with energy, all smiles, my happy self. Monday morning I was giddy with excitement and then BAM! - plane delayed and all energy zapped. It really was like someone pulled the plug. I was all psyched up to be reunited with him again, had just got into the car and started the engine when his message came through and then all plans changed, and I had hours to wait around for more news. It doesn’t sound like a big deal; a plane being delayed but honestly it felt like an eternity waiting to see him. We are cuddle monsters. Kevin firmly believes that cuddles fix everything. I am more realistic that they soothe but do not “cure”. At this point, all I wanted was a cuddle. My anxiety kicked in big time.

So, this was the start of the numbness for me. I noticed a few people asking if I was ok. Clearly I had that glazed look on my face which gave them more of an insight into my inner world than I’d been giving away all weekend. Most people close to me know what’s going on. Most people around the festival knew as I was having to excuse myself the next day to attend our appointment and I’m not exactly shy about bearing all when it comes to our journey. The more open I am, the better, as this really isn’t anything to be ashamed of. I am very happy to talk to anyone about what we’re going through – whether it’s bad or good, traumatic, or ecstatic. People should know what a rollercoaster ride it is because until you ride it, you almost think it’s the most exciting news to hear that we’re starting IVF. More on this at a later date.

By the time Kevin eventually arrived, I was no longer the excited wife I had been hours previous. I was an anxious mess, and I was picking fights about trivial things – typical for me. I know Kevin was annoyed but he did his best to calm me down, accepting fault where there was none, just to keep me quiet. He shouldn’t have to do this, I shouldn’t be feeling like this, but I’m glad he’s learnt a little over the years on how to help me in these situations. He doesn’t always get it right but credit where credit’s due, he’s a good egg really.

That evening something happened at the festival which sent me over the edge. I am still processing that event, so I won’t talk about it now, but both my Mum and Kevin knew exactly what I needed – to get out of that building, go home to watch a film, decompress, cuddle, and focus on tomorrow. In actual fact we ended up going to Lidl and buying favourite foods to comfort us the following day 😂 I had been on a strict juicing regime for a number of weeks and was determined to weigh-in well under the BMI of 30 limit, so I for one was very much looking forward to my first few bites of chewable food after our appointment! I don’t believe in juice being a “diet” I follow but when needs must and I was still trying to lose Christmas weight, yes I was having to restrict myself. By the time we got home and got Kevin settled in, all we were good for was falling asleep in each other’s arms. Nothing is more comforting than Kevin’s shoulder ☺️ I keep saying it was made specifically for me. Sounds soppy but as Kevin was born exactly 10 weeks (to the day) before me, I believe God moulded me to fit him perfectly.

Tuesday morning, the day of our appointment, and I hadn’t slept well. I unfortunately had the previous night’s shenanigans going round and round in my head, which needed a good decompression session with Mum, so that’s what we did early morning. Kevin was able to switch off from it all and just wanted us to focus on Dundee, so we did. However, my anxiety was now at a much higher level, and I was snapping, at everyone. Mum knew to avoid any conflict. Kevin hasn’t really learnt not to wind me up but that also might’ve been his way of coping too. It’s not easy for the menfolk who don’t wear their hearts on their sleeves. Us women, we talk until the wee hours, about anything and everything but Men find other ways to express themselves, or not. I admit I hadn’t been able to log back into our online accounts (everything is done online with this facility), to find the very specific instructions on how to access the ACU once we arrived at Ninewells – I hadn’t written it down when we’d watched the video a few months previous, but it couldn’t be that difficult, right?! Plus, we were leaving 2hrs before our appointment time and it only takes 1hr15mins to drive through to Dundee – surely that was enough time?!

Arriving at Ninewells was a nightmare! So many different roads, buildings, car parks (9+ car parks?!) which one to choose?! Admittedly we did get a bit shouty at each other but tried our best to navigate the stressful situation to just choose a place to park and take it from there. Fortunately, we ended up at the closest one to the main entrance (we’ll try that one again next time!) and then had plenty time to be able to find the ward (although we didn’t know how far away it was so my panic-stricken head was still going at a million miles an hour worrying we’d be late even though we had 15mins to find it). We actually arrived too early, the ward was closed for lunch and had a very clear sign on the door saying it wasn’t open until 1330, the time of our appointment. There were also many signs in the corridor also telling us not to loiter, so we had no choice but to wander back to the entrance hall area and kill time, thus making my anxiety much worse. Kevin stopped us several times, hugged me, and kissed me on the forehead. I really appreciated this as I know how much he hates PDA and will not do it, so for him to comfort me like that is huge. He didn’t say much, he didn’t need to, he knew I was hurting and knew I just simply needed him by my side. I knew by how quiet he was that he wasn’t ok either, in his own way, but he was trying to be strong for me. 

Once we went back and the door was open, we had to register at reception – hand over our photo ID and get pictures taken for their records (it was quite funny when Kevin couldn’t find where to look at the camera that was taking our picture 😂). Once that was done, we didn’t even get to sit down, we were told to follow the doctor down the corridor – who was this? I was struggling with wearing a mask again, feeling claustrophobic and hot – but just had deal with it, to just keep going. We didn’t catch the doctor’s name and I struggled to follow exactly what he was saying – a bit mumbled under the mask and couldn’t place his accent. We were expecting, having been told by my Gynaecologist that we’d be offered IUI first, to be given options or for everything to be explained to us but NO - straight into questions about our past, medical procedures, conditions. It was very clinical. I don’t even remember if he asked us how we were? I suppose I was expecting some kind of compassionate pleasantries to try to make us at ease, introduce us to the unit/procedures etc. I felt like we’d been shoved into the room in the middle of the conversation and had missed the first part. Looking back, I know now that we’re just on a conveyor belt, these doctors do this day in/day out and we’re just another couple being added to the daily ritual, but I still feel that there should be an element of care, an element of “let me look after you and show you the way”. If we hadn’t had watched ‘Alex Jones’ Making Babies’ documentary beforehand, let me tell you, we’d have been LOST BEYOND BELIEF!

He rushed through the IVF process (bypassing the point where clearly it had been decided beforehand that we weren’t to be offered IUI, presumably based on the test results carried out back home?). He showed us diagrams and pictures and fleeted back and forth between talking “at us” and pointing at stuff. He explained they’d be using the ICSI process for us, which is directly injecting the egg with 1 specially chosen sperm. “Any questions?”, he asked. I was numb but I knew there were a few things I wasn’t sure about:

We lived hundreds of miles away – how would that work with appointments? When might we be required to stay down for a few days etc? He pointed at a timeline, and I understood coming back on Day 21 for an injection to stop my ovaries working 😳 and to learn how to inject myself, go away for 2 weeks then a scan, go away for a week then return for a trigger injection before egg collection, he said maybe we’d want to hang around for a few days at that point, but he couldn’t be specific. I appreciate every situation is different, but I needed to sort out, in my head, whether I can work in-between times or not. Clearly I wasn’t going to find out the exact nature of our treatment that day!

I also pointed out that Kevin works away – no problem he said, “You’re down for a June start. You can postpone, not prepone or we can freeze his sperm so that we have it available to us when we require it” – oh good, let’s get the good stuff out of him before he goes away to sea, then his part is done, easy 🥴 At no point do I want to go through any of this process without Kevin by my side. Clearly, this clinical process, will have me doing exactly that and HAVING to deal with it.

Back to the appointment in hand. Nobody at any point explained what the process would be that day. We’d been told to allow a few hours for the appointment but nothing more detailed than that. I didn’t know if Kevin would be asked to surrender his swimmers today or what. He at least told us that he’d be ordering blood tests for Kevin, which no documentation had told us would be happening, in fact we’d been told the opposite when I enquired as to why he hadn’t been mentioned on any paperwork - that Kevin would not be requiring any tests 🤷🏻‍♀️. He made it sound like he was interested in exploring Kevin’s history of testicular surgery, to which we got very excited about – this is what we’d been wanting for years! But 4wks later, it turns out that wasn’t the case, they were just your standard screening tests for infections & chromosomal abnormalities etc. I might still ask if it’s being explored or at least get an answer as to why not.

He left the room for something, and Kevin grabbed my hand – familiarity, comfort, support – I felt fear but at least he was beside me & he knew what I needed in that moment – reassurance in the touch of his warmth. When he came back he said we’d be next seen by the nurse. We didn’t have time to process the info we’d just been given before we were up again and moving rooms, following someone else – who was this person now?

Sorry this is taking so long…….. & well done if you’ve got this far!!

In the room with the Nurse, I could tell this guy was more of a people-person than the consultant but I was still being very quiet and appearing traumatised – he could tell this, a very receptive nurse. Question after question being asked of us. I knew my answers were short and quiet, I knew this wasn’t me and I have since learnt this is the way my “trauma brain” works – protection in the form of shut-down. By the time he got to the question about “any anxiety or depression?” I was able to respond in a more Màiri fashion, “oh yes, lots of anxiety!”. After this, not only did I start feeling better, but the nurse began to realise that I was relaxing and as soon as the first joke came out of my mouth (when Kevin was getting his bloods taken), he said “see, there you go, you’re relaxed now” and the acknowledgement was all I needed to let go and be myself again. After that, there was no stopping me. I liked this nurse; I could say anything I wanted in front of him. My attitude to the whole day completely changed in the blink of an eye. If nurses like him were going to be looking after me throughout this process, I knew I’d be fine. The nurses are the caring ones, the swans who are furiously paddling underneath while holding it altogether on the surface so elegantly. As far as I can tell, the consultants swoon in, do their magic trick and fly out again, leaving behind a possible trail of destruction or devastation where the nurses have to pick up the pieces. They’re the ones who make the NHS, who keep it going and who will keep me safe during this process and I was suddenly at ease with it all, knowing that this guy had my back. 

In terms of our tests, we were told in our letter that I’d get 3 tests performed - AMH (egg reserves), smoke test & weight. They only took one vial of my blood whereas poor Kevin had to give 4, my weight was in check, a BMI of 29.07 (yay), no carbon monoxide test was performed (well I’m not a smoker anyway, so we couldn’t understand why this was going to be performed on me, especially as it’s Kevin who’s the ex-smoker anyway!🤷🏻‍♀️) and as a precaution, he did an ECG on me, as I’d had a catheter ablation on my heart back in 2014 and they wanted to know that all was still well, which it was.

There was still LOADS to process but 1hr and 15mins after registering at reception, we were on our way out again – traumatised by it all, but having been through it together, holding each other, supporting each other, we left with the overwhelming feeling of “what just happened?” to then go and console one another in the car park and decide where to have my first proper meal in weeks 😂

First thing’s first – our Lidl buy the previous night – Chocolate tear & share brioche! My favourite! Kevin took a cheeky photo of me eating the brioche in the car, beaming with glee, not only at the sweet taste but from the giant sigh of relief. We’d finally got here, we’d achieved that. We weren’t sure what was happening next but at least we’d stepped on the first rung of the ladder. Next step was chicken in my opinion – dirty chicken. KFC!! I know it’s naughty, I know there’s plenty other nicer places but at 2.30pm in the afternoon and wanting to get back to Edinburgh for the evening concert, we weren’t going to be very picky. Kevin directed me as I a) had no clue where we were and b) had no clue where we were going. Left, right, carry on, straight ahead, 2nd exit etc. Miles later, I was convinced we were going in the wrong direction i.e.. further away from Edinburgh but then I turned a corner – Nando’s! 🤩 “Shall we go there instead?” I said. “Yes darling, did you really think I’d take you to KFC?” 🥰 He loves me 🥰 He really knows me 🥰 AND IT WAS SOOOOOOO TASTY!

[ihadthisdreamwhereonetime]

It’s fuzzy at the beginning. I was in my dorm doing work and I left for some reason. I think class was happening on the floor below me. Somewhere along the way, I feel a jolt and sinking feeling in my stomach. I fall to my knees. I wake up, and I can’t feel anything. But I see myself next to me. I look around, I can’t figure out what’s happening. The not me next to me sits up, and rubs their head, confused. I don’t know what’s happening and begin to panic, but no one can hear me or even seems to notice I’m there, except the not me. I look down and realize I’m not there. I don’t have a form, and I’m stuck. I try to move around and get away but the further I go the more pain I feel. It’s the only thing I can feel. The person inside my body looks at me. They do not have my eyes. They know what I am. They quickly run upstairs and into my dorm room before locking the door. 

The other person explained that they accidentally performed a dangerous spell incorrectly and had been lost to the ether, their own body unprotected and soulless had been snatched away and destroyed, his own tether snapped. He didn’t remember much, but time slowly slipped from his senses, leaving a cold, blank void, with nothing and no way for him to perceive anything. I still had my earthly tether, which meant I could still utilize earthly senses without being in my body. He apologized, because he honestly didn’t realize what he was doing. There was but a small gap between my body and would and he had taken his chance. He acknowledged that only he would ever be able to see me, because he knew magic and was inhabiting my form. I asked him to return my body. He refused. 

I tried to fight back, to pull myself back into my own form. Nothing worked. I tried to flee, my spectral legs pulling against whatever tether connected us, and the boy's steely eyes grew concerned when he saw how my form stretched and tightened, painfully trying to sever my own consciousness. He shouted at me to stop, that I would mutilate myself and kill my form, before waving his arm and trapping me within a small crystal. He had to keep me on his person, so my life force would continue to feed my body through the tether like an umbilical cord. His own soul could possibly have provided such energy, but why risk the magical surgery. He did feel bad for having stolen my form, but to perceive, to exist once more, it was too great a thrill to give up. He also wasn’t entirely sure he could. 

Eventually, he let me out. We slowly became friends after he did attempt to leave, but was unable to. We were close, but having no body or way to interact was something I loathed him for. After many months of this, the boy asked if I wanted to try to get my body back. I was ecstatic, but cautious. I can’t let him possess anyone else. What was the catch? He told me that he had an idea for a spell that could allow us both to exist in my body, creating a kind of compromise. I disliked any “compromises” seeing as it was my physical form he had stolen, but I was willing to do anything for my own agency again. We set up the ritual and he cast the spell. I felt dizzy, and passed out. 

When I woke up, I looked around. I was myself again! It was me. But something inside felt tight, and squished. I felt a small pop and my eyes rolled back in my head, only to wake up, and there was the boy. His soul tethered to my body. This was the first time I’d perceived him as he perceived himself. About my age, features fuzzy, but deep, steel grey eyes. I noticed the tether and freaked out, asking him what he thought he was doing. As I tried to move away, I felt my body slipping away like thick honey through fingers. My spectral form sliding in and out of my body, having difficulty controlling it. Somehow, with him lodging himself inside of me, he had begun to think of himself in my form, and had accidentally attached himself to me, leaving a body with two souls. This is why he couldn’t leave my form earlier. It was just as much his as it was mine now. He reached out with his own spectral arm, inserting it into part of me and stabilized my frantic, uncertain motions. I felt my body settle around me. It had been so long. But neither of us had full control of the body while the other was inside. I pushed him away, outside my home, my heart. Dejected, he did his best to give me space as I lived my life for the first time in months. He tried to talk to me, to reason or apologize, but I ignored him. 

One day, he finally drove me to the brink, and threatened to sever both our ties to the body. With tears in his eyes he asked me to understand. I told him to explain then, to tell me what’s going on. I felt myself leave my body, easy to do. It became easier every time it’d happened, like popping a sticker off and on, the adhesive slowly just stops working. I hardly even noticed as we argued. I reached out, myself moving into his, and I was hit with thousands of memories and emotions, then pain like nothing else. Suddenly, nothing. Endless, infinite nothing. Barely conscious enough to think and only endless existence. Then, a crack. A small window of feeling. Stimulation, then suddenly, awakening! Life, sight, touch, different than before, of course, but something, anything that wasn’t nothing. I understood. 

I returned to reality, his own eyes locked on something far away. We locked eyes, smiled and gave each other the biggest hug. We spoke over each other, each apologizing for not understanding, for not listening. We both sunk back into our form below, and lived the rest of our life as one being. First taking turns, learning about each other, then being able to switch nearly instantly, to the point of becoming almost the same person. 

Then I woke up

[raineydays411]

My Father's daughter pt1

Summary: After the disastrous gala, you get an unexpected visit from your “mother”and her family. 

A/n: Hello so I feel like the mom character should have a name, so from here on out, your mother's name is Christine. Also i hope y’all like this one cause i feel like it’s going kinda slow.

Growing up was rough. 

Because your mother decided that you and Tony weren’t worth the effort, you had to mature pretty quickly. You’re father had fallen into this deep depression, where he can barely take care of himself. You had to make sure that your father woke up on time for meetings, made sure he ate, drank water, and inevitably had to make sure that he didn’t choke on his own vomit when he got shitfaced. 

Needless to say, you were very mature for nine years old.

But then, a light in the form of Virginia Potts came into your lives. She saw the way you had taken on the role of Tonys caregiver, and was heartbroken. At first she thought it was just pure negligence from Tonys end, but as she spent more time with the both of you, she realized that Tony loved you more than anything in this world. So she stuck around. 

At first you were weary of her. Not really trusting towards older woman, or motherly figures as you were scorned once. But she never gave up. Not on you or your father. No, she stayed even when you would run away on under her watch. She stayed even when you would try and steal your fathers cars for a quick joy ride through Manhattan. And she stayed when you broke down after your mother had people come pick up all her belongings from the Tower, not bothering to come herself and say goodbye. 

She didn’t leave. She held you as you screamed and sobbed as the men packed away everything she owned. She held you even when you squirmed and scratched at her arms to get away. And she held you as you gave up and silently cried then eventually fell asleep, tightly clutching her midsection. 

That's when you started to come around. You stopped running away whenever your father would leave you with her, wouldn’t talk back when she asked you to pick up a mess, and you even helped her out when some creep intern decided to put the moves on her during a company meeting. 

It wasn’t until your father went missing when you truly saw her as someone you could trust. It was the worst three months of your life.  Another parent gone suddenly from your life. You were relocated to mansion in Malibu, a big empty place where the halls echoed as you walked through them. ANd you had thought that Pepper was going to stay back in New York, she wasn’t your assistant after all. You were shocked to see her at the airport, suitcase in tow with a determined look.

Seeing the look of surprise on your face she stated,

“ I’m not going to let you do this alone.” ,then grabbed your hand to lead you through terminal.

You were grateful that she only acknowledged your tears when you were in the privacy of the private jet. She rubbed your back as you let the tears run down your face. The whole three months that you were in her care, your perspective changed.

She asked about your day, made sure you ate, tucked you in and held you whenever you had nightmares. With in that three month period, Pepper showed you what it was like to have a mother again. And she never let you down. 

Then your dad came home, and your family was complete. You were ecstatic when they started dating and even more so when your father announced that they were going to get engaged.

And even though it took years, you finally trusted Pepper enough to see her as your mother. You were happy. 

Which is why you were extra pissed when you came home from your mother-daughter day and saw your biological mother with Bruce Wayne in the common room. They were sitting on the couch and were getting glared at by the Avengers that were home from missions,(Natasha, Steve, and Sam). 

“Dad, what’s going on?” You ask, looking past the hopeful and curious gazes from the couch. 

“Kid, I think you better sit down.” Tony said through slightly clenched teeth. His face was grim, as he looked past you and made eye contact with Pepper. They had a silent conversation with their eyes, and she nodded. She squeezed your shoulders and took your bags, then with a quick glare she had the rest of the room cleared except for the four of you. 

You took a seat across from your mother, Christine and Bruce. She sent a smile your way and was met with a blank look, “ Dad, what’s going on?”

He sighs and makes his way over to were you were seated, “I don’t know, Christine, maybe you should explain.” 

His tone indicated that he knew why she was here, but wanted her to sound stupid. Pepper came over and sat on the t other side of you. 

Christine glanced at the Pepper and cleared her throat, “Perhaps should be kept between family?”

You scoffed, “ Considering that Pep has been around longer than you ever have been, you have no right to decide who’s family to me and whos not.” 

You see Pepper sit up straighter with pride and mother slump. 

You sigh, “ What are you doing here?” 

She looks at Bruce, who you honestly forgot was still there, “ Y/n...I want you to come home with us.” 

A silence filled the room. You felt Pepper tense up at the words and saw your dads and clench into a fist. 

You however just stared in utter disbelief. 

“What.” 

“I know it's far fetched.” Your mother starts, ignoring your scoff, “ But i really do think it would benefit you to come to Gotham with us, and get to know your siblings!” 

You were seething. 

“My siblings? You mean the family that you left us for.”

“Y/n that’s not-”

“No, You think that you can just waltz into my home, after nine years of absolutely no contact, no birthday cards, not even a text to let me know that you were alive, and expect me to what? Just welcome you into open arms? Leave MY family and go live with you?? Really?”  You say with a scoff.

“Y/n there is a ot of factors you are not considering” Bruce chimes in for the first time.

You turn your glare onto him, “ And what you’re just okay with the fact that your wife has a whole other child who she just fucking abandoned?

“Language.” Your father mutters causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Well, I can’t say this didn’t come as a shock.” Bruce states, “ But, I also know that I love my wife, and that I would welcome you to our home.”

Your throat was hurting with the amount if times you’ve scoffed, “ And I appreciate that, really, but I would never leave my family. Especially not for her.”

Christine's eyes start to tear up, “ Y/n please, a girl needs her mother.”

Those words triggered the anger inside you. Your blood boiled and you can tell that she knew she messed up. 

“Oh? Is that right? What about when I was six and I waited for you to come and take me to that mother's day dance, only you never showed up and I went with my nanny. Or when I was eight and you promised that you would take me to get my ears pierced but then you got a phone call and left so dad took me?” 

You saw the tears run down her face as Bruce looked like he was thinking about something.

“Oh and what about when I was nine. I was nine and you promised to take me to the park. You remember that? Cause I do.” 

Tony tenses next to you, knowing what you were about to say.

“Y/n I can never apologize enough but-” You cut her off

“I was NINE and your promised to take me to the park” You continue, “ But you left. And this time you didn’t come back.” You finish and lean forward, “ Tell me, why the HELL would you think that I would want to come live with you and your fucking family?”

The room was once again engulfed in a tense silence. The only sounds were the sniffling of your mother. 

“You’re my baby girl...my petal. I love you and always have...” She starts, “ My biggest regret is leaving you that day and you have to know that Y/n.”

You feel tears start to rise, a knot in your throat. 

Peppers hand squeezes yours and you calm down and say

“Then you’re gonna have to learn to live with it.” 

Then you stand up and walk right out of the room. Leaving the adults and marching straight to the training rooms to let out some steam. 

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Back in the common room, a tense silence weighed on the adults. It seemed like no one knew exactly what to say, or they didn’t want to speak up.

Only when Tony cleared his throat did Christine speak up again.

“I didn’t come to cause any trouble.” she said quietly.

“What did you think would happen?”Tony says crossing his arms, “Surely you didn’t expect her to leave with you?”

“No Tony I didn’t. I just thought she would’ve considered it. I am still her mother.”

Pepper snorted, causing the attention to turn to her.

Christine's eyes narrowed, “ And who exactly are you to my daughter?”

Tony tensed, knowing not to mess with Pepper especially when it came to you. He sat back and waited for mamma bear to come out.

Pepper sent a glare her way, “ Me? I’m just the woman who has been raising her for the past nine years.”

Before Christine can get another word on Pepper continued on,

“ I don’t know who you think you are, but you have put Y/n and Tony through a lot of turmoil throughout the years. And now you think you can come in here and demand forgiveness from them?? That’s not happening.”

Bruce started to speak up, “I understand the pain you're family must have gone through, and I am sorry about my...unknowing participation, but Christine is willing to work on her relationship with her daughter.”

Now Tony started speaking, “why? Why now? Y/n is practically an adult, she doesn’t need you anymore. Not like she did before.”

“I’m her mother.” Christine said stubbornly, “ She’ll always need her mother.”

“And she has one. Just not you.” Pepper said standing from her spot, “ I think it’s time for you two to leave. I have to go comfort MY daughter.”

And with that Pepper made her way to the door where you disappeared, knowing exactly where you are. But before she left, she turned and said

“It was lovely to meet you Mrs. Wayne”

and left, leaving Tony to show them to the elevator.

[strangelysamantha]

hey, i have a jj maybank request! fem!reader, possible angst!

so basically, y/n is a pogue and gets along with the other pogues (john b, pope, sarah, kiara & cleo) except for jj. y/n is always bright, a total sweetheart and bubbly and jj…hates it.

john b recently opens up a surf board shop on that stranded island that they’re on?? and he leaves y/n and jj alone to polish some boards hoping that they’d get along. jj complains about every little thing y/n does and starts calling her names. she gets really upset and storms out the shop to clear her head. she goes by the water for a swim but a dangerous tide picks her up and jj notices and saves her?? hopefully this makes sense!

the deep end ☆

jj maybank x fem!reader.

warnings: mentions of drowning, jj being an asshole, swearing.

words: 1,674.

summary: jj somehow finds everything you do annoying to the point he criticizes everything you do. john b thinks of a plan that will ensure his two friends will befriend each other. it was working at first, until it wasn’t.

request? yes!

a/n: y’all have such good ideas what the?! thank you for the request! if you enjoyed please like and comment. this is angst with fluff at the end. <3 BTW i am from missouri and have never surfed so i hope i got the polishing of the surfboards correct. :)

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john b always had a plan, well usually he did. if two of his friends were fighting, he would always find a way to get them to get along. he knew that stranding kiara and sarah on a boat together in the middle of nowhere would force them to fix their friendship. so, with that knowledge, he knew that he could do the same thing with jj and you.

you were always nice to jj, he just seemed to get annoyed with you all the time. you didn’t know what you had done, if you had even done something. he just always felt the need to critique you. it became harder and harder everyday to ignore him.

since washing up on the abandoned island, john b was ecstatic for his brand new start. unsurprisingly to anyone, his first idea for creating a new civilization would be a surf shack. he started building it right away. you would occasionally help, but he was determined to do it on his own so he would always send you away.

“okay! john b what would you like my help with? i can do anything you need. just let me know.” you smile brightly at john b, while he stared at you. “listen, i love you. but, i don’t need your help at the moment. you should talk to everyone else.” you frown at his words, “fine. but you better get me the minute you need assistance.” he nodded. “will do.” and with that, you left joining the others.

jj was talking to cleo before silencing upon your arrival. “hey everyone!” you smile at the group in front of you. “hey! how’s john b?” kiara asked. “i think he is good, he’s actually pretty much done.” you play with the bracelet on your wrist. kiara nods, “that’s great.” pope smiles, “statistically speaking, we can’t ensure that his shack will be entirely safe as he built it all on his own.” you stare at pope. “true… we’ll let’s hope it doesn’t collapse on him.” pope smiled at you, glad you listened to his random fact.

jj groaned. “awe, how sweet pope!! you found a girl who wasn’t disgusted by your weird and useless knowledge.” you gasp in shock, “jj! shut up you are so rude.” jj laughs, “it’s just a joke, why do you always have to be so offended?” you glare at jj. “jj it’s not funny, you’re just a dick.” pope sighs. “it’s okay, don’t worry.” you frown in popes direction. you quietly pull away from the group. you walk to an area of sand, plopping yourself down. that’s when john b approached you.

“hey, remember when i told you i would come get you when i needed help?” john b smiled at you. “yes! do you need my help?” you tilt your head to the side, waiting. he nods. “i need you to wax up some of the boards i made.” you nod. “okay! sure.” he walked you to his shack, helping you set up. you began waxing the board, paying attention to the direction and the amount of wax you were applying. john b waits a minute watching you, before he decides to leave.

after a minute, you see jj approaching the shack with john b who held a smug smile on his lips. you shake your head, confused. “friends.” he looked between you and jj. jj held an unamused look on his face. “as my close friends, you will wax these boards for me. you can’t stop until you guys fix whatever feud is going on between the two of you.” john b stands his ground. jj scoffs, “we don’t have a feud.” you nod your head in agreement. “jj is right, his hatred is definitely one sided... it is not a feud.” you laugh softly seeing jj send a glare your way. “yeah okay. whatever guys. just fix it, and if you even try and leave, i’ll send cleo after both of you.” your eyebrows lift in shock. you mutter a quick okay, returning your attention to the board.

jj stares at you, watching you apply the wax. he couldn’t help but get upset. everything you did just made him annoyed. he grabbed the wax, working on the board right by yours. silence falls over the two of you. it’s not awkward or weird, it actually feels quite normal. until jj interrupted it so he could judge you.

“youre doing it wrong. i mean come on.” you stare at jj, “jj please just focus on your own board.” you shake your head, continuing to polish the surfboard. he glares at you. “whatever. just keep doing what you are doing, and then john b or i will fix it after you.” his attention turned back to his board. you rolled your eyes. “i will, thank you.” he breathes in, inhaling the waxy scent. “you are so annoying you know that?” you ignore jj’s words, focusing on the board. he continues, “i mean everything you do. everything you say, it pisses me off.” you nod slightly. “you done?”

“no, actually i’m not.” you bite your lip, fixating on the wax that is spreading along the smooth surface. jj stops waxing the surfboard. you look up to see he is already staring at you. “you know, you act like you are better than us, i mean why do you hang out with us anyway?” jj waits but continues when he realizes you won’t reply. “you are fake, you are so upbeat and bubbly that it’s annoying. you are a double sided two faced bitch who says anything to get in good graces.” you inhale, looking up at him.

“listen jj. we are stranded on this fucking island. TOGETHER. so either drop it and move on, or just shut the fuck up and stay away from me.” you place your hands on your hips, breathing slightly staggered from anger. “everyone speaks so highly of you saying how great you are; but the only jj i’ve met is a total douche. if you hate me so much then just stay the fuck away from me. if you continue you’ll just be wasting your breath and energy anyway.” jj holds back a laugh at your sudden outburst.

“you really think if i had the choice, i would want to be here? especially with you?” jj asked, you already knowing the answer. you stay silent. “exactly. no one can deal with you for that long anyway.” you roll your eyes.

“whatever jj. you win.” you toss the wax to the side, frowning. you don’t turn back to him, you just ignore him. you start to walk towards the beaches seashore. it was getting slightly hot, so you decided to take a dip into the water.

you were salvaging the few moments of freedom you had, before you got john b’s and cleo’s wrath from leaving the scene before mending the friendship with jj. it was practically impossible. what did jj have against you? you tip toed into the water, getting deeper and deeper. you floated at the top of the water; the coolness feeling great on top of your hot skin.

jj truly had the biggest nerve, your mind was overwhelmingly clogged. you felt seaweed scratch against the bottom of your foot, this caused you to jump, your adrenaline levels rising since you thought it was a fish. you try to remain afloat, but the high tide caused the waves to crash right over you repeatedly, being faster and higher than ever. you went above water trying to shout for help, but your mouth was filled, causing no sound to come out. you thrash against the water, kicking to stay afloat. your throat was burning, your legs tired from kicking, and your lungs filled with liquid.

a pair of hands wrap around your stomach, dragging you out the water. you were placed on the warm sand. “shit.” jj stared at you. your head felt light. jj’s hand began pumping your chest, curses falling from his mouth. “come on, just breathe. please.” you cough, the salt water exiting your lungs, and dropping onto your neck. you gasp for air, opening your eyes to be met with jj’s face. you breathe heavily for a minute.

“jj… thank you.” you sit up, pulling him into a tight hug. your hands wrap around his neck, one of them grabbing his hair. his arms held tightly around your waist. his chest was heaving heavily, shaking slightly. “i hate to be so cliché j, but you genuinely saved my life.” he frowns at you. “i almost lost you.”

jj’s confession confused you. “what?” you say softly, your hand combed through his hair. “look. the reason i’m so mean to you, is because i knew that if i was nice to you, my already intense feelings for you would only amplify.” you frown at him. “you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” jj nodded. you went to talk, but your friends interrupted the moment.

john b rushed to your side, kiara and pope swiftly behind him. “what happened!! we were watching from over there.” john b pointed in a direction farther away. “one minute you were swimming… the next you we’re gone!?” you wipe your neck, trying to dry it off. “jj saved my life. i almost drowned.” you frown, the group in front of you nodded. “im so glad you are okay.” kiara bent down pulling you into a hug. “i’m glad you are safe now too.” pope joined in on the hug; as well as everyone else.

sarah, kiara, and cleo bend down, reaching for your hands. they help you up, dragging you to your feet. they walk you away from the crowd, bombarding you with questions. “so when you were drowning what did it feel like??” you turn around watching jj, you smile slightly before turning to them. “oh get ready for the amount of details i’m going to give you guys.”

possibly a part two…??? not sure yet :) <3 also!! i’m proofreading this tomorrow since i’m not entirely sure if it has errors or not! ily!!

[deobienthusiast]

not so bad | l.hs

• pairing: rich kid!lee heeseung (enhypen) x gn!reader ft. the rest of enhypen, mentions of jake x reader

• word count: 3.1k words

• genre: fluff, angst, rich kid!au, enemies to lovers!au

• rating: PG

• warnings: use of some bad words, heeseung is kind of an asshole, alcohol, suggestive

• notes: this is apart of @chicksung birthday collab call! Happy (late) birthday Sophie!!!! This will be my first collab call I am apart of, and my first time writing for Enhypen! Feedback is greatly appreciated!!

• synopsis: For as long as you could remember, you hated Lee Heeseung. After getting advice on how to clean something, you get a personal taste into the boy’s life. Then you realize, maybe he’s not as bad as he seems.

For as long as you could remember, you hated Lee Heeseung. You weren’t sure what it was. His cocky smile, his mischievous eyes, the uppity attitude he walked around with, or maybe it was the sense of entitlement he felt he allowed to brag about. Maybe, just maybe, it was his willingness to flash his unearned wealth that his parents brought in at any given moment.

Heeseung was your stereotypical rich jerk. The rich boy that wanted nothing to do with anyone in a lower class system than he considered himself to be in. Unluckily for him, all the money in the world can’t buy him a damn personality.

You remember when you moved to Seoul and first met him. He holds this sense of innocence to him, making anyone and everyone believe that he’s sweet and kind. And boy, oh boy, did you definitely fall for it. Turns out, that is nothing like the Heeseung you know now. When you first met, he introduced himself, very kindly. A large hand attached to a rather long arm stretched out in front of your eyesight, waiting to be shook in a form of interaction.

As you took it, you heard the personal aide that was bringing you around the school explaining who you were to Heeseung. That’s when you noticed the change. Just as quickly as he looked innocent, he became an absolute devil. Assigned to show you the rest of the way around school, you were forced to partake in the relentless, snarky comments Heeseung made. Digs at the so-called “low class jobs” your parents had, and the obvious fact that you had to do your own laundry because your family couldn’t afford anyone to do it. Turns out, that personal aide who introduced Heeseung as the star student that ‘got along with everyone’ didn’t know their students too well.

From that day forth, you avoided Heeseung like the plague. Only interacting with him if you absolutely had to. You managed to get lucky from Freshman to Junior year. Your schedule only letting you see Heeseung once a day for a class that was only thirty minutes long. As ecstatic as you had been. It didn’t last long. Senior year came with a new schedule that had you inwardly cringing.

“You have got to be kidding me.” You said out loud. On the table in front of you lay none other than Lee Heeseung’s schedule.

Being curious, with your own in hand, you took the time to compare, only to realize that you had almost every single class except two with the devil’s spawn himself.

Turning towards your friend Jay, he looked at you. “What’s wrong?”

Shoving the schedule in his face, you ripped Heeseung’s off the table to do the same thing with his. “I have six fucking classes with this kid.”

Jay couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh come on. Heeseung isn’t that bad.”

That was easy for Jay to say. You had managed to score him and a few others as friends who happened to be in the same, we’ll say, “weight class” as Heeseung. Despite Heeseung’s repeated attempts to tarnish your relationships with your friends, they stuck with you. Heeseung was that perfect little angel to Jay, and of course when Jay was around you, he was a perfect little angel to you.

“That’s because you're rich like he is, Jay. So is Riki, Sunoo, and Sunghoon. That’s why he likes you guys.” You reasoned, laying the schedule back on the table without looking.

Jay could only swing his arm around your shoulders as he pulled you through the mess of students learning their locker combinations and meeting their new teachers, before you ran into the rest of your friend group.

“You’ll never believe who scored the last available seat in Mr. Jeon’s math class?” Riki said excitedly.

His smile made you and Jay laugh as Sunghoon shook his head. “It’s only because your parents begged for you to be put in a class where you could work well with the teacher.”

You couldn’t help but agree with Sunghoon. Mr. Jeon was the youngest teacher in the school and held close relationships with his students. Unlike most teachers, he actually cared for his students and worked tirelessly to help each and every one. It makes sense that there was a barrage of students fighting for spots in his class.

“He also picked the kids with the best scores on last year’s tests. You just happen to get lucky and score better than I did.” Sunoo popped his head around Sunghoon’s tall stature to put his two cents in.

He laid a hand out in front of you in a silent attempt to ask for your schedule as you handed it to him. “Word on the street is that you have to babysit Heeseung for six classes.”

“Very funny Sunoo.” You countered.

He could only smile, being the only one of your friends who shared in your distaste in Heeseung.

“If it makes you feel any better, I have all eight.” Sunoo said.

Your face lit up as Sunoo smiled. Squealing in excitement, you hugged the boy.

“We have six classes together! Thank the lord, I’m not alone with that wretch.” You exclaimed as Sunoo gave you a smile.

“As if I’d ever.” Sunoo told you before someone interrupted.

“As if you’d ever what?” You all heard.

The voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard as you scowled.

“Heeseung, what’s up man?” Jay greeted the boy as you turned to look at him.

His hair was longer than last year. The greenish-blue strands contrasting with the color of his dark eyes. He wore a cocky smile as he looked over everyone’s face, letting his eyes linger slightly on you. You greeted him with a roll of your eyes and didn’t miss the quiet scoff that escaped his lips. Sunoo could only watch as Heeseung took it upon himself to reach for Jay’s schedule.

“Damn. Not a single class this year. I don’t have any with Jungwon or Jake either.” Heeseung commented, comparing his schedule with Jay’s before reaching for Sunghoon’s, then Riki’s.

Both boys let him take their schedules as you shook your head, biting your lip to keep from saying anything.

“Sunghoon and I have English with Jungwon and Physics with Jake. Jay doesn’t have any classes with any of us.” Riki said, mentioning all of you as he pulled his schedule out of the older boys hands.

“We have classes with you.” Sunoo spoke, making everyone freeze.

Heeseung’s dark chocolate eyes scanned the group before landing on you and Sunoo. Heeseung was aware that Sunoo wasn’t fond of him just like you were. Obviously, you had every reason not to be, but he had never really talked to Sunoo.

Heeseung nodded at his words, letting his tongue dip out of his mouth slightly to run across the bottom of his top row of teeth.

“Do we now?” Heeseung asked, reaching for your schedule.

You jerked your hand back, making the boy give you a sinister smile. He moved his hand back slightly, catching you off guard enough to whip his hand back towards you and rip your schedule out of his hands.

“Damn it, Heeseung! Give it back.” You scolded.

Heeseung could only chuckle as he looked over your classes. He was quick enough to memorize the schedule before you could rip the paper from him. Heeseung stood frozen for a moment, furrowing his eyebrows before letting out a breath.

“So, is everyone going to Jake’s party tonight?” Heeseung asked.

“Jake is having a party?” Jay replied. “Since when does goody-two-shoes Jake party?”

You laughed. “Since all of this summer. Where have you been? Jake has long since come out of his shell.”

The crowd around you chuckled, as you were easily able to make out Heeseung’s laugh amongst the group which you hated yourself for.

Riki spoke up, throwing an arm around your and Sunghoon’s shoulders. “We will all be there. I promise. Jake’s parties during the summer were legit! I don’t know why he put on that innocent front, he clearly knows how to throw ragers.”

You shook your head at your young friend as Heeseung spoke. “Well, I’ll see you guys there. I got something to show off anyway. My mom got me a new car for an early senior present.”

Letting yourself scoff, you peeled away from the group, wanting to get as far away from Heeseung as possible. Sunoo followed suit when he heard Heeseung open his mouth again about his new car.

“He is most insufferable.” Sunoo said as he followed you to your locker.

You could only nod him in agreement as you looked at the boy. “Are you going to Jake’s party tonight?”

Sunoo straightened slightly at your question. “I’m not sure, why?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I want to go, but it’s just.”

“You’re afraid to run into Heeseung by yourself?” Sunoo finished.

You nodded. “Jake really wants me to go, though.”

Sunoo snorted. “You and Jake, huh?”

You closed your locker as you let Sunoo walk you to class, not noticing the boy watching the two of you.

“What should I wear?” You asked Sunoo as he was sprawled out across your freshly made bed.

“Perhaps clothes,” You heard from your phone as you scoffed.

A four-way call being made between you, Jay, Sunghoon, and Riki as Sunoo could only listen from your bed.

“Good one Riki. Like I’ve never heard that one before.” You said rather loudly for him to hear.

“It’s a party. Just dress casually.” Sunghoon said.

“No can do. Jake might make a move tonight.” You and Sunoo looked at each other as he started to laugh.

“Jay, you know about the whole Jake situation?” Sunoo asked.

All three boys on the other lines chuckled. “Everyone does. He’s told everyone.”

This made you frown. Sunoo quickly said goodbye as he hung up your phone.

“We don’t have to go.” Sunoo said.

He could sense your apprehensiveness from your bed after Jay’s comment.

“I can’t believe he told everyone.” You said to yourself.

Sunoo frowned. “Maybe he’s been spending too much time with Heeseung. We should go just to show him what he’s going to be missing since he likes to kiss and tell.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that made its way to your face as you continued to get dressed. When finished, Sunoo drove the both of you to the large house where the party was being hosted.

The house was definitely one you didn’t recognize until you saw the name on the mailbox. Lee. You let out a loud groan. He really got you.

“This isn’t Jake’s party.” You said quietly, as Sunoo parked on the lawn.

“What?”

You pointed at the mailbox making Sunoo throw his head back. “You have got to be kidding me.”

You turned towards the large three story house. There were probably more bedrooms and bathrooms than his family really needed. You both walked into the house, the whole bottom floor covered with bodies that were either doing keg stands, playing drinking games, making out, or grinding in the middle of the room. The entrance was quite enamouring. The glass double doors opened to a large grand staircase. The whole house was open, a family room and large kitchen on one side and a game room and living area on another. The multiple bedrooms on the top two floors.

Everyone seemed to be having a good time, though you had to admit you felt extremely out of place. Everyone was wearing extravagant outfits littered in glitter and gold. Short cocktail dresses and skirts and button downs with khakis were all you could see.

“If this doesn’t scream, prep school party.” You said over the music, making Sunoo snort.

“Sunoo, you made it.” You both heard Heeseung say as he shoved a drink into his hand. “Ah, and you brought a friend.”

He looked over your clothes before looking back at you with a raised brow. “Nice outfit.”

You rolled your eyes, turning away from him as he gave you a drink. You looked back at him.

“Not interested.” You said, handing him the drink.

Heeseung didn’t take it, rather he wrapped his larger hand around yours, pushing it back towards you as he took a step towards you, making your eyes widen.

He smirked slightly, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. You looked at Sunoo for help, only to find him pulled off by some girl.

Heeseung brought his free hand to the top of your waist as he spoke. “Stop being so damn uptight. It’s a party. Not everyone here is as rich as I am.”

His comment made you narrow your eyes, finding the courage to push him away from you. He stumbled slightly as you gave him the middle finger. Heeseung could only smile as you walked in the opposite direction.

Making your way through the large house proved to be difficult with people stopping you every so often in search of your friends. You finally managed to make your way to the kitchen, swirling the drink Heeseung gave you around in the red solo cup before someone bumps into you. The liquid splatters across the marble floor and countertops along with your white shirt. Jake makes his way to your peripheral vision as he spoke.

“I’m so sorry. I was actually just looking for you.” He had a large grin on his face as he covered his mouth, stifling his laugh.

“You think this is funny?” You asked incredulously.

The people surrounding you and Jake laughed as you felt your face grow hot. You felt yourself start to get embarrassed. This wasn’t the same Jake you got to know over the summer, that’s for sure.

“Everything okay here?” You heard someone ask before pushing past the last person you even wanted to see.

Heeseung watched you rush up the stairs of his house as he looked back at Jake who was now stumbling through the crowd. He watched him make his way towards his friend Jungwon, the younger male catching Jake by his waist to hold him steady as Heeseung headed for the stairs. He silently made his way upstairs, greeting people that stopped him before walking to the end of the hallway. The only room that had its door closed was Heeseung’s and considering everyone else was occupying every other room, he optioned on checking his.

The door opened quietly, letting Heeseung enter without being heard. The sink in his bathroom was running as he heard some sniffling. Heeseung brought himself around the corner as he watched you rub at your shirt.

“Such an asshole,” Heeseung heard you mumble before he spoke, making you jump.

“Club soda and vinegar. It’ll come right out.” He says.

Your head ripped towards his direction as he watched you. His dark eyes glistened under the light shining from the bathroom.

“Yeah. Thanks.” You said, not putting much thought into listening to him.

Heeseung could only nod, going to turn around before stopping. “He’s really drunk by the way. I think Jungwon is taking him home. I wouldn’t hold it against him.”

You lifted your head, laying both hands on either side of the sink as you spoke. “It’s really none of your business, Heeseung. Don’t you have a party to host?”

The boy flinched slightly at your tone. Maybe he had taken the incandescent teasing too far.

“He doesn’t deserve you.” Heeseung whispered.

Your eyes followed the silent chant to the door where Heeseung still stood in view.

You set the wet rag down in the sink as you took a step towards the boy. Leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, you spoke.

“Why are you suddenly so concerned about me? I thought you hated me?” You said softly.

Heeseung shrugged. “Things change. Besides, I don’t hate you. I just, we’ve met before. You don’t remember me, but I remember you.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What do you mean?”

“We were friends in kindergarten. You were my best friend. Then come first grade, Sunoo came along and you forgot all about me. Then you moved, but you only kept in touch with Sunoo. Your parents would travel back to visit and you only would see Sunoo. I guess because you just forgot about me, I thought to get even, I would make you feel how you made me feel.” Heeseung spoke.

“So you decided to get back at me for torturing me about my family’s social and wealth class?” You asked.

Heeseung grimaced. “Kind of a dick move right?”

His comment made you laugh, bringing a smile to his face. You let your eyes wander over his features and for the first time, you noticed just how handsome Heeseung actually was. His smile was one that was genuine as it brought warmth to your body. His long limbs carried him to the bed in the room as he sat. He looked up at you through his bluish fringe as he spoke.

“I’m sorry about Jake. When he gets drunk, he gets so stupid.” Heeseung told you.

There was something entrancing about the way he spoke as you shrugged, moving towards him. “It’s okay. He’s clearly not worthy of me. Right?”

Heeseung smiled as you stepped closer. Your legs were almost touching Heeseungs bended knees as you smiled to yourself.

“What?” Heeseung asked.

“Your Heeseung from Kindergarten? Dorky Heeseung that wore high water overalls and big thick rimmed glasses?” You asked him.

His cheeks dusted a light shade of pink as he stood, wrapping an arm around you.

“Please don’t bring that up. I still get crap about it from everyone. For some reason that’s the only outfit people remember.” Heeseung said.

You giggled. You remembered how much you liked Heeseung in Kindergarten. The both of you were inseparable. You do remember drifting away from him when you met Sunoo. Suddenly you felt bad. Heeseung’s forehead laid against yours as you both swayed back and forth in silence.

“What are you thinking about?” Heeseung asked.

“I’m sorry.” You said, making Heeseung lift his head.

“For what?”

“Everything. I just up and left you when Sunoo moved to town. You were my best friend. My whole little world revolved around you.” You told him with a chuckle.

Heeseung’s eyes flicked around your face as he spoke. “My whole world still revolves around you.”

You went to speak before Heeseung stopped you with a soft kiss. His lips molded into yours as he held you tightly.

You pulled back first with a shake of your head. “I didn’t expect to fall in love tonight.”

Heeseung smiled. “I’m not so bad for a rich boy, huh?”

You shoved him slightly. “Don’t push it Lee Heeseung.”

Heeseung laughed as he pecked your lips. “I’m glad I have you back.”

[sassyhobbits]

rowaelin with their first child and they get into that stranger anxiety phase and cry with everyone except when they're in their mothers arms and it's exhausting but also adorable but rowan sometimes feels like a bad dad because his kid doesn't want to be held by him so aelin has to reassure him and then some day this phase is finally over - prompt 😢🥺

ok i adored writing this one. dad rowan is so much fun to work with. i hope everyone enjoys!!

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In his over 300 years, Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius had been awoken by many different things. Whether it was a call to battle while sleeping in a war tent, a summons from his queen late at night, or a lover trying unsuccessfully to disappear quietly before dawn. Yet, none of these manners of waking up had filled him with as much dread as he felt currently.

He was woken in the middle of the night by a shrill shriek coming from the room that adjoined the one he shared with Aelin. In the recent months, what had once been a leisure room had been converted to a nursery for their new baby girl.

It took three years after Aelin’s coronation before they decided to start trying to have a child. It took another year before they were successful. Rowan counted his blessings. He had seen plenty of Fae couples take decades before they finally conceived.

Eliora was four months old now, which meant four months of troubled sleep for both him and his mate.

Rowan was instantly on alert at the sound of his daughter’s cries. He knew that they were no more than a normal babe’s troubles, but his instincts made him tense anyways. He quickly sat up, looking down at his wife quickly to see if she had woken up. Luckily, she still slept, likely beyond exhausted from the mix of raising a child and ruling a kingdom. If Rowan was successful, she wouldn’t have to wake up at all.

He got out of bed and swiftly stepped into the nursery, coming before Eliora’s crib. Her tiny face was pinched up in dainty outrage, small limbs flailing as she cried. Rowan took a deep breath, sending a prayer up to the gods more out of habit than faith at this point, and picked his daughter from the crib. Hopefully, this would be the time he could get her to stop crying.

The little princess shrieked and protested whenever she was in anyone’s arms besides her mother’s. Rowan’s included.

“I’ve got you, my little light,” Rowan whispered to his daughter, cradling her tiny body to his bare chest and lowering himself onto the rocking chair they kept beside her crib. “Everything’s alright.”

Despite his soothing words, Eliora still continued to cry. It broke Rowan’s heart to hear, broke it even more to know that nothing he did could seem to calm her down.

“Please stop crying, love,” Rowan pleaded, threading his fingers through the fine, silvery-blonde hair growing on his daughter’s head. “Your mother is so tired and needs her sleep.”

Unfortunately, even begging didn’t seem to work.

Over the sounds of Eliora’s cries, he heard the door hinges creek, and the sound of bare feet scuffing over stone. Rowan glanced over, finding Aelin walking towards him. Exhaustion weighed down her beautiful face, but her eyes were still full of fondness at the sight of the two of them.

Rowan looked to her apologetically before his face crumpled in defeat. “I can’t get her to stop crying. I’m so sorry, Fireheart.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, love,” she whispered, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his hair. “Give her to me.”

Rowan handed the squirming bundle of blankets to his wife. Aelin situated their daughter in her arms before she lowered herself on Rowan’s lap, allowing him to wrap his arms around her waist, press a kiss to her shoulder, and begin to rock them.

Quickly, Eliora’s cries began to fade away. Her face unscrewed, looking at Aelin with those wide, Ashryver eyes that she had.

Aelin began to sing a low, Terrasenian lullaby as he continued to rock the three of them. It never ceased to amaze him how good she was with their daughter, how quickly she was able to sooth her temper. He only wished that he could do the same, that Eliora would look at him the same way she looked at Aelin and not scream and scream and scream.

Rowan’s heart was full of love as he watched Eliora’s eyes begin to droop shut at the soothing rocking motion and the sound of her mother’s voice. It wasn’t long before she was once again asleep, the night perfectly silent.

Rowan helped Aelin stand, keeping a hand against her back as she brought their daughter back to her crib and laid her down. Perfect. She truly was perfect.

A gentle hand on his arm drew his attention away from the slumbering babe. Aelin nodded her head towards their room and Rowan dutifully followed, shutting the door quietly behind them.

“I’m sorry, Fireheart,” Rowan said again, drawing Aelin into his arms and kissing her forehead. “I know you’re exhausted.”

“No more so than you.”

Rowan could only sigh, pressing his lips together tightly. His emotions were troubled, and he should have known that Aelin was going to notice. She leaned back slightly, peering up at his face.

“I know what you’re thinking, Rowan, and you’re wrong,” she said matter-of-factly.

Rowan wanted to believe her, but he couldn’t help but ask, “What am I doing wrong?”

He had faced many challenges over his years. Wars and battles and tortures. He had survived them all and came out victorious. And yet, the thing that brought him to his knees, was the fact that he couldn’t bring comfort to his own daughter when she needed it. A baby had finally defeated him.

“You know you’re not doing anything wrong,” Aelin said firmly. “The nurses said this happens sometimes. It’s not your fault.”

Rowan had heard this what felt like a thousand times. It did little to soothe his troubles.

Rowan was good at many things. He was a warrior and a general, had stepped confidently into the role of king consort. His hands could kill and heal and build, but they couldn’t get Eliora to stop crying. He couldn’t help but feel that, perhaps, being a father… wasn’t something that he was made for.

It broke his heart to think. He remembered how excited he was when they found out Aelin was finally pregnant, how they cried and kissed and clung to each other, whispering about the future. He had been ecstatic, but also terrified. He knew Aedion, who had welcomed his own son into the world a year before Aelin got pregnant, had felt the same before he was born. But, Aedion hadn’t had the troubles Rowan did. He had stepped into fatherhood gracefully, and his son loved him immensely.

“Hey,” Aelin said, a bit snappily. She put her hand on Rowan’s cheek and urged him to look at her. In those eyes was a familiar fire. “Stop that. I know what’s going through your head. You’re a wonderful father.”

Rowan sighed and hung his head, pressing Aelin’s hand more firmly against his cheek. “How can I be a good father if I have no idea what I’m doing?”

“Do you think I’m a bad mother?”

“What? Of course not.”

“Well, I don’t know what I’m doing either,” Aelin said. “Neither did Aedion or Lysandra. No new parent has any idea what they’re doing. It’s part of the job.”

She made it sound so easy. Aelin had always had a knack for that.

“I wonder if there’s some secret behind it,” Rowan mused as Aelin tucked herself back into his chest and wrapped her arms around his torso.

He felt his wife shrug. “I don’t know… but if there was, I think it would be to love them. To support them. To do everything in our power to make sure they’re happy.”

“I love Eliora more than life. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.”

“I know, love.” Aelin rolled on the tips of her toes and brushed a soft kiss against Rowan’s mouth. “Now, all you need to do is have patience.”

He chuckled. “Look at you. Who would have ever guessed that Aelin Galathynius would be lecturing me on patience.”

Her grin was a slash of white in the dark. “I’ve been told I’m wise beyond my years.”

“Who the hell has ever told you that?”

“People. Now, will you come back to bed with me?”

“Of course, Fireheart.”

They climbed back under the covers, pressing their bodies close. Aelin fell back asleep almost comically quickly. Rowan wasn’t far behind, holding his wife tightly throughout the night.

…

Another month went by and little changed. Both Rowan and his wife were getting little sleep during the night, leading to some groggy mornings. He had seen Aelin taking short naps at her desk or dozing off when an advisor spoke for too long. She would, of course, deny it if Rowan ever brought it up, so he wisely stayed silent.

Eliora still abhorred being held by anyone except Aelin. The fact that it wasn’t just him brought Rowan a bit of solace. His daughter cried when held by Lysandra or Fenrys or Elide. She had a particularly nasty meltdown last time Lorcan had held her.

“I know, sweet girl,” Aelin had murmured, taking Eliora from Lorcan. “I wouldn’t want to be that close to him either.”

Still, Eliora’s reactions didn’t deter Rowan from trying to hold and soothe her, though he had not yet been victorious. Patience, Aelin had said. It was easier said than done.

The sun had set below the Staghorns hours ago. Eliora was asleep in the nursery, Aelin was treating herself to a long soak in the tub, and Rowan sat in one of the plush armchairs they kept in their room, sharpening and polishing some of his blades.

It was an easy practice to get lost in. The simple, repetitive movements were a welcome distraction. A good way to cool down before bed.

However, his hands froze when he heard a tiny whimper sound from the nursery that quickly morphed into a shrill cry. Eliora.

Rowan placed his blades down on the low table before him, pushing to his feet and quickly striding into the nursery.

Eliora was wiggling as she wailed. Rowan wished he could read her mind so he knew exactly what was bothering her and how he could help. But, all he could do was take a deep, bracing breath and scoop his daughter into his arms.

“What’s wrong, little light?” Rowan whispered, carrying her over to the rocking chair. “What is it?”

Eliora’s only response was to continue crying.

Rowan sighed, wondering how much longer he had before Aelin got out of the bath and came in to calm Eliora down. He had seen Aelin do it countless times. She would take Eliora into her arms, smile down at her, start to whisper nonsense or sing a low lullaby. She made it seem so easy.

“Everything’s alright, Eliora,” Rowan murmured, switching to the Old Language. “I’ve got you. I’ll never let anything happen to you, little love.”

And then, something amazing happened.

Slowly, Eliora’s cries began to fade away to a whimper and then, to nothing at all. Rowan held his breath, worrying that one wrong move would put her back into a fit of hysterics. His daughter slowly opened her eyes and peered up at him.

Rowan smiled down at her. “You’re just as lovely as your mother. Just as stubborn, too.”

And then, as if she understood his little joke, Eliora flashed him a gummy smile. The shift in expression floored him. She had never given him a smile before.

Rowan felt his throat tighten and his eyes begin to burn, but he smiled back at the tears welled up. A tiny laugh escaped his throat. Finally, finally, he had done it.

Eliora’s chubby arms reached up. Rowan held out a finger, letting her wrap a tiny hand around it. He always forgot just how small she was.

“I love you more than you could possibly know, Eliora.”

He was too distracted by his daughter and the little grip she had on his finger to notice that Aelin had entered the nursery until she was almost upon them. Rowan looked up at his wife, knowing that his eyes were still watery and there were likely tear tracks streaking down his cheeks. Regardless, he beamed.

“It would seem, once again, that I was right,” Aelin said with a triumphant smirk.

“As you often are, my love.”

She laughed and dropped a kiss to his forehead before draping her arms over his shoulders, leaning over and watching their daughter, who was studying them with wide eyes. Once again, Eliora smiled. Rowan would never tire of the sight.

“She looks like you when she smiles,” Aelin mused.

“You think?”

She nodded slowly, reaching out and running her knuckles along the smooth curve of Eliora’s cheek. “I still can’t believe she’s ours. She’s just so… perfect.”

“Like her mother.”

Aelin snorted. “Kiss ass.”

“Maybe a little.”

They faded into silence, simply standing there, wrapped up in their little, blossoming family. They stood there until Eliora’s eyes fluttered shut once more and she drifted off into a peaceful sleep. One she enjoyed for the entirety of the night.

Rowan didn’t know what he had done to deserve such bliss, but he knew it must have been something good.

[luna-writes-stuff]

@fairykimseok

Fictional crushes, Aidan Turner

Usually, I don’t write for cast members, but I am the biggest simp for Aidan Turner so I will make an exception because I love him with all my heart.

Headcanons, female s/o

Tw: Teasing???? Man idk?????

- You and Aidan had been together for quite a while, so it truly hadn’t come as a surprise when he asked you to come with him to the screening of ‘An Unexpected Journey’.

- You had always helped him rehearse his lines in any project and you had no problem with him not revealing certain key points in a movie. But when you heard he was playing in another Peter Jackson movie, you began growing more curious.

- You had already been familiar with the Lord of the Ring movies and knowing Aidan was now playing part in Tolkien’s legacy made you so proud, yet so snoopy. You wanted to know everything about the setting, the actors, the story line,,,,everything.

- So it had been difficult for Aidan to keep his mouth shut at times. But after this evening, he would no longer have to.

- The moment Aidan had appeared as Kili during the screening, you had grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly while pointing to his character. Aidan was so ecstatic upon seeing your reaction that he could not wait for you to see the rest of it.

- Yet, upon watching the rest of the movie, your responses grew more quiet, telling him you were no longer focusing on whatever was happening, but more particularly on someone. You always became quiet when you were looking at someone, whether that was in a good way or bad way.

- Truth be told, you had found Kili incredibly attractive. I mean, who wouldn’t? It hadn’t been the first time you fell in love with a fictional character, yet some part of you told you this was different as you were, in a way, dating Kili.

- But you could never tell Aidan that. He wouldn’t let you hear the end of it.

- But Aidan knew you better than he knew himself. You would make some small remarks during the screening, yet you always grew quiet when his character had a line or any form of screen time.

- At first, you managed to cover it up with a “I just want to properly see your bits in the movie.”, but as the movie came to an ending, Aidan quickly realized it had not been only about his acting; It had been about his character.

- He could keep his mouth shut for a while upon finding out, but the second the both of you were in the car away from the public, he burst out laughing.

- “I mean, I knew I was attractive, but I didn’t know it was that bad!”

- And then your entire face heated up. You knew there was no point in trying to hide it, but it did not make you any less ashamed.

- “Tell me, is it the hair?” He wondered with a smile, flashing you an amused look. “Shut up, Aidan.” “Or was it the beard?” “You’ve had that beard the entire time you were shooting.” “So it was the hair.”

- And from there on, the entirety of the car ride was filled with stupid comments, even if they were used lighthearted.

- “Are you Mister Boggins?” He tried with his best Kili imitation.

- “Shut your gob or I’ll do it for you.” “I’d gladly let you do it, but I don’t know if Kili would approve.”

- You bet your ass he’s never shaving that beard off again. He even tries growing out his hair. It started out as a teasing, but since he knew you liked his long hair, he made it his duty to grow it out.

- Only it didn’t work out so well. His hair wouldn’t grow that fast and he needed to keep it short enough so the wig would fit onto his head for the next movies.

- But it had been long enough to wear a stupid ponytail from time to time. A tiny one, but it counted nonetheless.

- He would constantly let his lines slip and whenever the two of you were rehearsing, Aidan would act all innocent and Kili-like (in the best way possible)

- “Are you trying to romance me?” “…….yeah…..” “it’s working.”

- And then the battle of the five armies happened. To say you were crushed would be an understatement. Of course Aidan would be there to comfort you, but he’s literally Kili so it doesn’t always work.

- It doesn’t stop him from maintaining his stubble. It’s attractive, lets face it. He knows it, you know it.

- He’ll keep it for you.

- There will be a annual rewatch of the hobbit series so you can simp for Kili again. Aidan would act all offended and cuddle up to you, trying to get your attention.

- Sometimes he doesn’t realize he’s Kili.

- He’s not the brightest, okay?