#sorry again anon i hope this makes sense and isn't too disappointing

[stormyoceans]

We thought Day is confident gay when in fact he is GAY LOSER who blushes easily around his crush and has doe eyes and would like to be manhandled oh i am in love with the layers of him

YOU AND ME BOTH ANON IT'S HONESTLY RIDICULOUS HOW IN LOVE WITH DAY I AM LIKE DON'T GET ME WRONG OF COURSE I LOVE MORK THE GREENEST OF GREEN FLAGS BUT DAY IS LITERALLY THEE MOST CHARACTER OF ANY SHOW IN TELEVISION HISTORY AND I THINK WE SHOULD TALK MORE ABOUT THAT

im so happy you mentioned all of day's layers because he is such a complex character and i find him so interesting!!!!!! he is confident and quick-witted with his friends, he is vicious and resentful with night, he is timid and accommodating with august, he is a mama's boy but isn't afraid to stand up to her, he is stubborn and hard-working and genuine and charismatic, he is a jock AND a nerd, he can be the most polite boy or the cuntiest man alive. the thing is.. we all have multiple selves, and each of these selves is defined in a web of relationships and has particular attributes, so of course day the son is different from day the brother who is different from day the friend who is different from day the student who is different from day the athlete, but ultimately they're all just day

and what kinda amazes me is that mork, by being an external observer, has been able to see all these sides of day, but he also brought out other ones that belong to mork and mork alone, like day's bashfulness and playfulness. day in love is, in general, surprisingly hesitant and self-conscious (and someone who wants to be pushed down and taken care of, but that's a whole other matter), but what a difference the person who he is in love with makes: august is a wild fire who makes day small, while mork is an hearth fire who makes day shine

[ryuseibutgayer]

Yamagishi hurt/comfort maybe 👀,treating his wounds and comforting him after he got bullied or something.

ALSO CAN I BE 🦈 ANON

Hiii! YES YOU CAN ABSOLUTELY BE THE 🦈 ANON! <3 Thank you for stopping by with an asssssk ah! I'm sorry for the late reply 😭 I hardly check this site too much anymore but I'm glad you requested :D I'm so happy to write this for you! I hope this scratches the Yamagishi itch. moment of silence for lacking Mizo Middle content 😔

I'm a little out of practice, so my apologies in advance if this isn't what you'd hoped for

TW: RIP Yamagishi's Left Eye and Cheekbone, Mentions of Bullying, Swearing, and not much else it's just comforting fluffy fluff fluff fluff (also I felt the need to mention a warning for studying for any students who've got shit coming up 🫡 we've all got our own associations with school lmao)

Summary: G/N reader finds Yamagishi after school beat up after a great session of being bullied by the usual delinquents, helps him patch up, and tries to coax him to try and focus more on his goals than status.(Reader, I'm forcing you to walk home from school. You have Yamagishi to accompany you, though :>)

Word Count: ......fuck off

ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ'ꜱ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ

As per usual, your feet were as tired as your brain. You'd made it to the final minute of your last period, thankfully. And again, as usual, the hallway chaos was to ensure, but you were ready for it because you could walk with your boyfriend to his place for your normal Friday hang-out. Being with your boyfriend Yamagishi after the last hard day of the week was refreshing in its own way, because you were able to soak up the energy you gained from just being around him. He was really a funny kind of partner, but he radiated joy with you nonetheless.

You survived the rush of the halls again this afternoon, so be prepared to see them again next week.

No more schedule, just plain plans. You didn't need to plan much necessarily, either- just deciding whether or not you wanna go out is simple when you live near your boyfriend and friends. After this week, your ears canceled out the sounds of all the screaming kids around you flooding your space and just focused on the low tmp tmp tmps of your shoes. The noise was the only thing you could focus on, and your footsteps followed through with the lead. Tmp tmp tmp tmp tmp until the pavement turned to white, from the school grounds to the sidewalk...to the shoes of your boyfriend.

He shuffled his feet nervously as your eyes traveled up his form to see an anxiously whistling Yamagishi with a bruised face, black eye, and sheepish hands held behind his back. You sighed as he leaned towards your approaching figure, his glasses slid down his nose a bit like the normally do."Heh heh heyy, babe," he greeted and pushed his glasses back up his nose- which you grumpily clamped your hand onto the next second.

"OW!"

Your disappointment was as low as Yamagishi's knees as they leveled with the ledge of the toilet seat in his bathroom, home. "Really, Yamagishi?" You couldn't help but mutter as you bent to reach into the sink cupboards, obtaining his special health kit.

"Come on, don't tell me you're mad," Yamagishi pitched after hearing your mumbles. He DID recognize how bad you feel everything he gets roughed up for being around the wrong delinquents, and he felt a sort if shame he shouldn't. "I'm not mad at you Yama, I'm mad at those fuckin jerks." The thought of those assholes tumbled around your noodle while you wrung out a hot wet rag to clean up his face. "Didn't I tell you to try and keep away from them?"

"I did! I really did try my best y/n, but they're everywhere now," he felt the need to defend himself in the sense of a kid trying to make excuses to their parent. He continued his grumbling- "Those jackets aren't easy to spot 24/7, I've got glasses, cut me some slack..."

"What'd they beat you up for this time?"

"They just wanted some money 'cause they used up their allowances." His head hung a bit low as he recalled why he'd been attacked earlier, which prompted you to raise your hand below his chin.

"Fuck their daddy's money." Who wouldn't spout that on instinct? They fucked up your boy. >:[Your boyfriend couldn't help but snort at the sudden comment and then whince at the solution you'd begun to press against his torn skin. "I mean, it's better than my money."

"Of course," you began to dab the surface of his bruises and scabs on his cheek with ointment before you'd bandage them and snatch a nearby ice-pack to put on the worse side of his face- the one with the black eye. "But I'm extra pissy that they had the audacity to give you that nasty jump the day you had your placement test."

"Riiiight, that test," And all of a sudden, your boyfriend went silent with his bottom lip tucked.

"...........Yama."

"Yyyyyyeeees?"

"....Don't tell me you didn't-"

And then, he caved. "AW CMON! I got beat up and can't even worm my way out of a test? Those guys were real pricks to me, it knocked me down a few notches babe."You could really only sigh and bite your lip as you patched the final scratch. You looked him in his cognac eyes, chewed your cheek and gently patted the last bandage that had been placed on his face.

"I know, and if anyone blames you- even if you blame you for this happening, I'll kick their ass," You felt the need to be aggressively reassuring. "Hey, the next time this happens, I'm gonna bring some friends of mine to deal with them, I'm gonna kiss all of your bruises, just like THIS-" You said with each peck you laid on Yamagishi's cool, bruised cranium, earning a giggle from your boyfriend with each tickle of your lips. "-Take you by the hand to a café at the library, buy us some coffee, and we'll charge right inside to go study. You need to make sure you call me the exact moment when of those shitheads lays their eyes on you, otherwise I can't help you. I wanna be with you in one piece, yknow?"

With your warm smile and bold statements, Yamagishi felt pink flutter to coat over his dark purple and red face, because you weren't someone who called him weak or unmotivated- you supported and showed your love for him, and don't forget even for second how much he takes this to heart.

"....Yeah, I gotcha. I'll try and keep more mind on avoiding them next time, hon." And just like that, your grinning boyfriend was as cheeky as normal- just the way he should be.

"Sorry if you got worried for a little bit there- how about we go cuddle?"

"Mmm, how about study with blankets?" Yamagishi sighed, but he couldn't help smiling. "Sure," he stood up from the seat and took your hand. "Let's go, I'll grab the snacks."

"Yeah alright- and nice try Mr., but you're definitely going to be making up for that text next week."

"Yeah yeah..."

[frosted-plasma]

what’s your thoughts on the Futurama revival

Anon I'm so sorry you're going to be victim to the longest post you will ever see. I hate it I hate it I hate it

HUGE /neg rant incoming (this show is my special interest and has been for YEARS. This will all be rambling)

THEY FUCKING COMPLETELY DISREGARDED "MEANWHILE." It directly contradicts it. "I offered to reset time to the moment before time stopped!" Okay, but you didn't though. The entire tragedy of the ending was that they'd be doomed to relive their lives from the moment they met (s1 e1) on loop. "Want to go around again?" Okay so that line doesn't make sense anymore!!! I had theories upon theories before the season came out and I was beyond disappointed. This show has shown it can do deep thought-out themes, I was fully hoping for them to show them reliving the past again, maybe its their 1,000th time reliving it, maybe Fry or Leela notices for once that something is familiar about it. Hell maybe there's a 1 in a million chance that they DON'T break the button! Free will and all, maybe things aren't 100% the same each run and they get lucky once. This also could have been used to recap old seasons for people who didn't rewatch them

They don't know how much time has passed?? I understand that was an excuse to make it the year 3023, but why would you do that? What's the point??

Things such as the Scary Door reboot don't make sense, not to mention the overuse of "haha it's a reboot!! Get it?? It's a reboot!! We got cancelled!!!" jokes but I'll get to that later. Timeline things just don't make sense anymore because of the time freeze. It's an awful awful awful writing choice. They unfroze time right where it paused, canonically, they show them unfreezing exactly there, it makes zero sense. How is there new technology and new TV shows when no time has passed. I'm ignoring that it's "10 years later" because it isn't, you can't just say that without showing it, it literally isn't

Even the smaller jokes feel very dragged out? Like Bender laughing at Fry setting a goal in episode one. He laughs and Leela smacks him, his head spins around and it's funny, then his body does an extra spin for no reason other than to emphasize that it's a joke? I guess? And then not even a minute later she slaps his hand again and it dramatically flies back and hits Zoidberg. Do you get what I'm saying? It's just too much focus on every single bit

I do like the updated intro! The added details to the city in the background is super super cool!! I love the thought they put into it (Bender hanging out of the ship on the magnet is a bit much considering all of the other references they included, but I'll let it slide. Just doesn't feel necessary to me in the intro)

The animation is rigged now:/ it's bound to happen nowadays, it just feels sad to look at for me (in general, not just with this show) the characters (ESPECIALLY Fry) feel very off model sometimes:(

Fry's hardly in the first episode. Odd writing choice considering he's the main character

Oh my GOD. The Hulu/reboot references. It's EXHAUSTING to watch. The amount of 2023 references they crammed into this season is physically painful, they drag them out for SO LONG

(in the first ep) the non-binary robots joke was funny and the scenes with Calculon and the Robot Devil were the only scenes that felt like old Futurama! Their voice acting was great and it was funny! The rest of the voice acting feels very lackluster and most of the other jokes just didn't get me

Calculon and the Robot Devil were the funniest characters, that's how dumbed down they made Bender, he's not my favorite that season

The plots are just. Bad. I hate to say it I really do. Shut up with the reboot jokes, the covid19 jokes, the only decent one was the bit mining episode because it actually used the idea as a real jumping off point and that episode still wasn't revolutionary. The other half of the episodes are pure callbacks. The one with Amy and Kifs kids was cute because it had a reason to exist! It wasn't a very funny episode but it was cute!! The other ones like the worm parasites in nibblers litter box (OR GOD FORBID THE ONE WHERE THE TIME MACHINE SHOWS UP OUT OF NOWHERE AGAIN WITH NO DRIVER??) make me MAD with how lazy of an excuse they are to cram in a reference without matching the rest of the lore

I'm fully assuming the reboot came from a place of love from the writers and the VAs but personally I didn't think the new season was very funny nor did it add anything new to the series, and it felt very very bland and dumbed down and I didn't even pay attention to the last few episodes because of it (that is saying something coming from me)

I rewatched the first episode for this so this is mainly talking about that one. Tell me if you want me to talk about the others I have so many thoughts this is me summarizing like all hell I hate the plots so much and this is my all time favorite show I'm still going to watch the next season and I still have high hopes for it

[ask-serendipity-sky]

I hope my opinion is welcomed here...

I'm sorry but I'll stop shopping jikook now. I mean I'm slowly starting to feel less and less connected with jungkook. He doesn't seem the same anymore and I know everybody changes but somehow jungkook has changed in a..... Bad way?

I mean it started with seven and it left me confused and now 3D. This is second time in a row. Like he's trying too hard to push the narrative that he is straight.

Like why? Why is it so necessary? Saying girl 2000 times isn't gonna make him look straight if he's not.......well that is until people are dumb just like armies are so ig it's working for him.

But I can't help but imagine how it damages jikook's relationship. I mean isn't it disrespectful to jimin? His boyfriend? A whole ass male?

Why is it so necessary to push the straight image? And the fact that jungkook is okay with it and actively participating in it...... I don't know about your expectations in a relationship but to me this is highly disrespectful to jimin. I don't know to what extent jimin is okay with it. But for how long will he be okay with it?

I mean 3D's lyrics are trash. The lyrics are kinda demeaning and misogynistic and the fact that jungkook is a part of it is just so disappointing. Is he really like that? Or is he so eager to appeal to the Western image that he has lost all his morals. I'm sorry but no one should make excuses for jungkook. He is a grown up adult and it's HIS song there's no way he doesn't know what the lyrics mean. The fact that he approved to it is making me question so many things.

Anyways...... For jikook idk what does it say about their relationship. I mean there's a difference between hiding your sexuality and actively trying to prove otherwise which is what jungkook is doing so hard right now. I mean just why?

Idk maybe I'm overreacting but it's getting harder for me to ship jikook because if I put myself in jimin's shoes I can't help but feel like I deserve better. But then again only jimin knows their relationship well but as a fan and as a shipper It just doesn't feel fulfilling anymore to ship jikook.

Idk but jungkook has changed and not in a good way and I'm just not here for it. I'm gonna focus on jimin only.

But for jungkook.... I mean if he has decided that this is the image that he wants to carry for himself then he should know that he has to carry the burden of this image in his entire career. And it's a really suffocating feeling to act like someone you're not. But well guess he has decided that this is what he wants so more power to him. But I don't feel the need to support him anymore.

I'm sorry for the rant. I don't know if my thoughts made sense but I just wanted to let them out.

Hi anon,

What you said is fair. If someone now thinks Jk is straight then yeah, because that's the narrative he is pushing. You can't blame people for going with what they see.

Jk has never been open about his sexuality and gender so if this is the first image he is starting with, it might be the image people stay with.

It's his onstage persona and he has created it to his liking...at the moment.

If you ask me, Jimin is ok with it because it doesn't affect him and because it changes nothing for them.

I get you, though. Some people will wait and see and some will move on to Jimin because consistency is nice.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

[seilnakyle]

I'm sorry I'm venting in your inbox but I'm so frustrated rn. Feel free to ignore.

I haven't brought a Catwoman book since the failed wedding because I didn't like how Selina was being written, I was hoping to wait it out until a good writer came in. Tini Howard will not let go of Selina and I was hoping the pause in the Catwoman run meant another writer was taking over. Well I was kinda right only to be more disappointed because it's one of my least favourite comic writers, Leah Williams, she's writing a goddamn Gotham Sirens series. The series sounds terrible, it mentions half naked cowboys, a bunch of new oc villains, and Punchline. I'm so tired of Catwoman content being so rubbish.

I think 'okay it's not all bad after all', when Batman: The Caped Crusader screen shots are released. Only to be let down again after Selina's background description says she grew up as a millionaire heiress with a silver spoon in her mouth, her father lost all the money, now she steals stuff because basically she loves money. How have they fucked it up that bad. It sounds more like Penguins origin then Selina's.

I didn't always love how Tom King wrote Selina, but I thought after the Batcat wedding they'd be a different writer to take over and we'd get something new and interesting. Only for the cluster fuck that was that entire event and it ending with Selina being written so horribly, to getting the complete nothing burger that was Joelle Jones Catwoman run which added nothing, to Tini Howard just making to worst decisions possible. Even in Batman related books it's either Selina from another dimension/timeline or she's just there as a reminder she exists (sometimes in a way that is disrespectful, like when Ram V had Bruce talk how much Selina is important and means so much to him only to then turn around and sleep with another woman- why bring up Selina then?!)

It's even worse because apparently despite the success of The Batman the next live action Batman movie isn't using Selina. Idk I'm just mad.

I know exactly how you feel anon, it's looking like it can't get much worse, and then it dose

I'm incredibly frustrated with the way catwoman comics have been for YEARS now. Her classic stories are getting big reprints along with heros like Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, Superman, Batman- and her modern comics are just....ugh they wouldn’t even feature her in the pride event!!!! SHE IS A CANON BISEXUAL AND A MEMBER OF THE BATFAM and she got NOTHING

I saw that news abt Caped Crusader as well :/ the copy paste of Penguins origin when Selina already has MULTIPLE origins that make so much more sense for who she is as a character!!

I so so miss having a writer that understands and respects Selina

I wasn't totally shocked that ram v couldn't resist having him sleep w T*lia, disappointing and ooc, but ultimatly it's somthing that every title that isn't tec could and probably will ignore lol, most of the time it feels like none of these writers are reading each other's comics, you can never tell if something is going to have consequences or be completely forgotten and all the bat related series really do feel like they’re in different dimensions (in a bad way) and as much as dc jerks them around, they capitalize big time on batcat. the statues, makeup collections, celebration books entierly about their relationship, jewelry- it's the bat and the cat forever even if dc is too scared to commit to anything these days. They know who their 2nd most popular couple ever is. If they could only find good writers💀

On the bright side...Selina will probably be in dkos: allwinter, and the ongoing batman dark age features a nice version of her as well!

But anyways yeah FUCK GCS all my homies hate gcs, the people yearn for Lois&Selina !!!!

[goldenrevelries]

(Hope you’re still taking requests!) For Batflash/Bruwally, maybe something about New Years? Or hurt/comfort with injured!Bruce and Wally?

i'll do both, as a treat (and i adore bruwally hhh) <3 happy new year, anon!! i sincerely hope 2023 will be bountiful and gentle to you and me and to anyone who will read this <3 <3 i'll be posting the whole thing soon in ao3!! didnt expect this to get long cidjjf

come and let's be merry

a bruce wayne x wally west drabble

content & content warnings: hurt , blood , injury , alcoholic content , angst , possibly medical inaccuracies , food , incomplete

Wally is excited, practically vibrating in his fuzzy socks. This will be the first time he and Bruce are celebrating New Year's Eve by themselves! Just the two of them!

Dick has 50-50% chance of being on a date with Babs, Jason had left for... somewhere, and Tim's with the Titans! A win-win-win-win situation!

(When the three Boy Wonders had told him of their plans for the upcoming New Year, Wally had pointedly ignored their smirks and eyebrow wiggles to the best of his ability.

[The way all of them had exchanged looks made Wally think he did poorly. Whatever, birdbrains!])

Well, Alfred will be there since he's always at Wayne Manor and Wally is one twitch away from suggesting to Bruce to give the hardworking man a holiday but the butler-slash-parental-figure creates the most delicious of food and–!

Wally stops his train of thought or else he's sure he'll work himself up for nothing then he'll lose his appetite (actually, not really though. Wally balks at the thought).

Anyway. But still! Just the two of them!

Forcing himself to pace the floor in normal speeds despite the fact he's dying to run with a fierce need, Wally takes a look at the clock.

7:38 p.m.

Wally scrunches his face. The decision of meeting at 8 o'clock is too slow for his tastes which really, who chose this time for their meet-up. Wally changes into comfortable clothes, thinking that he can exchange them for another set of clothes he squirreled inside one of the many rooms in the manor, and stretches.

When he feels he's limber enough and won't pull a muscle and it's a one-time thing okay Dick, Wally zips towards Gotham City.

In no time flat, Wally arrives in front of imposing double doors with windswept hair and bouncing feet.

Cookies!

Wally coughs sheepishly, catching himself. And, Bruce, of course—the VIP of the night!

Just as he was about to ring the doorbell, the door opens to reveal an ever-polite Alfred but Wally just about catches an upward curl to the butler's mouth and a quick softening of his face before Alfred is once again the visage of professionalism and unruffled guardian.

"Heya, Alfred! Happy New Year!" Wally greets, entering after Alfred stepped aside. "Sorry I'm early, there really isn't anything going on back at Keystone City."

"You're always welcome here, Master Wallace" Alfred says, leading them to the kitchen.

Wally makes a face and perches on a stool by the kitchen island. "Any chance you'll call me Wally, Alfred?"

"Of course, Master Wallace," Alfred says in a way that he will not call Wally by his nickname any time soon. "Master Bruce has been called due to an emergency by Master Richard, in the nightly duties sense. He wants to impart that you are welcome to any refreshments while you wait."

Well, there goes Dick's plans.

Wally perks up, but he won't deny he wants to make a small sound of disappointment. "Cookies?"

Alfred nods crisply, already pulling out his famous homemade chocolate chip cookies and another huge batch with pink-colored icing swirls on top. Steam wafts from them. "Freshly baked hocolate chip cookies and Champagne Sugar Cookies."

"Awesome!"

Waiting for Bruce goes like this:

Alfred prepping and cooking the food with Wally managing to sneak in bites of the no-doubt heavenly food and helping in any way he can. Which isn't that much except for the odd retrieval of ingredients, if at all since a territorial-of-his-sphere-of-domain Alfred is hecking scary. Until Wally gets shooed away to change into a more comfortable outfit.

Soon, Wally is draped over the kitchen island, watching a lion documentary film on his phone and keeping an eye on the clock.

Alfred is cleaning up. While he is impeccable and methodical as always, Wally notes that Alfred is worried, his slow movements and occasional glances to the clock giving him away.

[[[ wahh I'm sorry, anon, i lost steam T-T i'll be editing and adding more scenes and posting it in ao3 soon, these past few days have been Hectic, i underestimated my family's festivities ]]]

[neverwritewhatyouknow]

hi! i hope it's okay that i ask you this, i can imagine you must be really exhausted dealing with hate you don't deserve and it's not your responsibility to educate us. i was just wondering that wasn't the mention that nora was spending hannukah the only bit that talked of her religion? i know you've talked about being jewish/being a convert, but i'm still trying to understand this - like how can we know for sure cmq meant for her ethnicity to be jewish precisely? i'm not saying i think they meant for her to be from a family practising judaism but not jewish - bc i don't, i don't think cmq spent that much time thinking about it honestly - but techincally how can we be sure? (not saying that this would a good reason to not cast a jewish actress, obviously getting jewish rep would have been a better choice) but i was thinking - isn't this a bit like with pez's gender? i think cmq tweeted that they consider pez genderfluid/nonbinary/in some way gnc, but since she didn't explictly write that down, they can't claim having rep for that and ultimately it's up to the reader to decide for themselves. (i'm trans myself too) again, i don't think this is a "good enough" reason to not cast a jewish person and i'm disappointed at how they handled and continue to handle this, but i'm just trying to understand/see if my thinking makes sense, if you get what i mean? and if nora was explicitly stated to be jewish at some point/i missed somethin, i apologize!! thank you so much for continuing to educate people - and me - and i'm sorry about the mess of this ask!! thank you for taking the time to read and answer, and i do really hope you remember to take care of yourshelf too bc you deserve that!

I’m summarizing the question here so I don’t have to keep scrolling up:

1. How can we know Nora is ethnically Jewish? (The anon doesn’t think she’s from a non-Jewish family who practices Judaism. Doesn’t think CMQ thought about it a lot. Only Chanukkah was mentioned.)

I already know I’m going to get attacked for this answer, because people are going to have problems with some or all of it. I ask that if you start reading the answer, to finish reading the answer. I’m serious.

I’m going to say first that even the mention of Nora celebrating Hanukkah is enough to have a Jewish actor needed to play her, since that there and then shows that Nora is Jewish. Non-Jews don’t celebrate Hanukkah (don’t come in here with “evidence of non-Jews doing it, that’s appropriation and def not what CMQ was showing).

I went through the book today looking for stuff, it’s as vague as I remembered (the vagueness is something I will talk more about), but I did find some stuff that I think is important for your question.

Let’s start with the biggest thing that shows that Nora is Jewish. Hanukkah. A Jewish holiday. Even non-religious Jews tend to celebrate Hanukkah because… presents.

Nora goes home to celebrate with her parents (and we can assume grandparents, because they seem very close to her parents). Her parents Reilly and Rebecca. Now, a name obviously cannot and shouldn’t determine someone’s religion, but using her mom’s name of Rebecca added with everything else, we can form a bigger picture of Nora’s background. God, I feel like a theory YouTuber. The name Rebecca is common among Jews (obviously not only Jews), but if you look at her name, combined with Nora’s name (which HOLY FUCKING SHIT ⬅️ my actual reaction because I just realized I don’t need to finish answering this question. I remembered reading that CMQ had changed Nora’s name and…

I don’t have to defend Nora being Jewish or not anymore, because…

Casey already did. Everyone asking how to know if Nora is Jewish or not, Casey said it. Right there.

Anyway I was gonna say a whole bunch of other stuff about how you can tell Nora is Jewish in the book because of the way that Casey described something and why the vagueness actually made sense in a more meta way… (let me know if anyone still actually wants this)

If nobody wanted to believe me about Nora being Jewish, maybe you’ll believe Casey? The author of the book. Oh and for anyone who wants to fight back and say “well people don’t know about Casey saying this.” That’s not the point. The point isn’t this sentence, it’s the fact that she wrote Nora as Jewish. Nora is Jewish and Casey wrote her that way. Can people be mad about this now? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD This is the clearest answer. Thank you to the anon, I knew CMQ had mentioned this but forgot until now. Thought maybe I dreamed it. But nope. Right there.

[petrichoraline]

The northanger abbey anon here, again I agree with your thoughts on the novel, some of the things were rushed especially with ours antagonists so to speak, but it was a fun read and the only thing I knew about it is that it was a parody kinda of gothic novels that were popular in that time so I did feel like I was missing some sort of a context even tho from the writing I can imagine what kind of tropes gothic novels had back then lol so I didn't really go in expecting anything and was not disappointed, I loved Cathrine immediately (the whole reading books and living inside your own head is something I can relate to even now) and by the end I did love henry. Like you said in the novel he wasn't condescending or angry with Cathrine at any point especially not when she revealed her thoughts about his father, he was rather careful not to upset her further (after that conversation in his mother's room when they saw each other again at diner he was gentle with her). So they really did that wrong in the movie, even if I did enjoy it, the cast was good and Cathrine in her riding outfit >>> but we didn't see his house and dogs in the adaptation I believe so that's another minus in my book. I would love a major studio adaptation tho, it would be fun and the whole gothic aesthetic could be done beautifully. I do like p&p movie adaptation the most but they also had the most money lol tho I have to say the most recent emma one was a bit disappointing to me, that was when I had expectations and wanted more action but it was rather calm. The persuasion netflix made was terrible in terms of it not being an adaptation, even tho it was marketed as such, but rather loosely based on the novel. I def recommend reading persuasion tho, I loved the romance of it all even if wenthworth was annoying (he kinda had the right to be but idc).

thank you for reaching out again and sorry for the late reply <3

I also felt i wasn't "in the know" lol but it really didn't affect the experience all that much, you get the impression of what novels she's talking about anyways cause she's so detailed about it 😄

catherine is so relatable it's not even funny, that's why i can't be too upset with her about anything haha and henry being so gentle (again, when he's not being a troll) and firm in his intentions makes him very swoon-worthy (im not over the knowledge of fabrics and flowers, im so happy he was written that way aaa)

I wasnt aware he had his own house the first time I replied to you, I learned shortly after that northanger abbey wasn't his home which makes sense but that's what the book is called so I made assumptions 😗 I'd say best part about it might be that it's fairly far away from his dad's home lol but everything you said you liked about it is a big plus for sure 🤭

(short intermission to show the riding outfit in question, she looks amazing)

the characters were different from how I had imagined them but I could tell they were quite well portrayed even if they didnt fit my personal idea because isabella? that casting and execution were perfect. it helped me see how my interpretation was lacking in some ways because that's not how I had imagined the general either but seeing his behaviour on screen made the book descriptions click. but considering how they butchered that particular scene and with it both catherine and Henry's characterizations, I don't hold the directors vision at the ultimate regard lol

a major studio adaptation without excessive cgi that knows what makes the book good and manages to translate it for the movie or series format would be amazing, we can hope someone comes back to this one because it isn't austens most popular book but there is sooo much potential here!! and we can get all the dogs hahah

i like p&p 2005 but truly only as a standalone thing, comparing it to the book experience is not for me, that was more fun to do with the 1995 series because they were so accurate (though when it comes to looks no one has made me go "yes, perfect casting"); as for emma, I found it quite dull iirc, I was mostly hyped to see the actor who plays adam in sex education was in the role of harriet's (and my) beloved farmer boy😂 the colours were beautiful and the actors great but I think it felt too long and as if nothing really was happenin; I know I didn't watch all the adaptations for that one so I can't pick a fave but thats why I'd just recommend clueless 🫢

now that you mention it, I saw videos about that persuasion adaptation, I mightve even listened to one and spoiled myself but it was quite long ago so I should be fine haha, I feel like not understanding the source material and trying to fit bad tropes into it like circular shapes into rectangle holes is what makes these types of adaptations flop so bad, im sorry you had to experience it, I'd probably save it as a trash watch but at least aware that it's that

and I definitely plan on it! i think I might take my time because I don't have any main novels to read after it, I'll have to search for lady susan and other stories (that's the name of the compilation I've seen if I'm not mistaken); i trust your opinion, I'll try to be more forgiving of mister main lead though I get irritated easily 😂

thank you for sm for sharing 🥰💗💞💓💗💖💕

[erina-writes-headcanons]

So like Germany, Prussia, and america reuniting with their s/o after a long period of time where they couldn’t be together

Hello there Anon! Thank you so much for the request and this isn't too challenging for me to write since I"m actually not a really romantic person. Plus, I'm sorry that I made these Headcanons late because there are a few requests that I haven't done it. I hope you like the result and I'm sorry if there is any mistake, grammar error, or any part of the headcanons or story that doesn't make sense. Anyway, this is for gender-neutral S/O

Warning: Grammar mistake, Cringe, Angst to Fluff.

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Ludwig Beilschmidt, Gilbert Beilschmidt and Alfred F. Jones reuniting with their S/O For a long time.

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Ludwig Beilschmidt

Looking up at the clock on top of the wall, (Y/N) sighs in disappointment before looking at their phone that is filled with the chat between Ludwig and you. (Y/N) clearly remember where they are standing in front of him with a forced smile and eyes that hide the pain. It was also the same with him but without a smile.

Flashback:

Ludwig gently cupped your cheeks with both of his hands, gently wiping the tears that were slipping through your eyes, he didn't cry nor express his sadness in front of you but his eyes were solemn and dull, showing that he's also in pain to leave you in such a long time, longing for your warmth, kindness, smile, and laughter.

"I vill miss you, mein liebe." Ludwig says before he kissed the top of (Y/N)'s head, the crown of their head.

"I will miss you too. Be careful in their love, it will be snowy in there..." you told him.

"I vill be careful. For you, don't make any mess or cause any trouble in the neighbourhood," he reminded you.

Ludwig still clearly remember that you tried to bake a cake for yourself since you had a sweet tooth, but being an airhead and clutz. The kitchen was filled with flour, cracked eggs, spilt sugar and milk. He was so angry because (Y/N) didn't ask him to help and because of how messy the kitchen was, it looks like another world war but with cake ingredients as the main weapon.

"I-i promise I won't make any mess. I will clean up after cooking or if I made another mess," (Y/N) stuttered, trying to defend themselves.

"Alright, Thake care. Vhen I get home, ve vill bake a chocolate cake together....I promise," he told (Y/N) before giving another kiss on the forehead.

"Alright, Goodbye and be careful," you smiled sadly and let him go, watching him leaving the house to go to another country.

Present:

The grandfather clock keeps ticking as if the thing is mocking you for waiting for him in the living room for more than an hour. It has been more than a year and you couldn't help but feel anxious, worried if anything happens bad to him. The image of airplaine accidents scares you to the core because someone you knew was one of the missing victims before the police came up to your house and slapped you with the news.

(Y/N) gripping on their phone harder, trying to keep the tears away from slipping and falling to the ground. Not really planning to mop the floor again since you have cleaned it a few hours ago. (Y/N) quickly wiped their tears away with the sleeve of their sweater before hearing a loud 'Ding Dong' from outside of the door, hoping it wasn't the kids that sometimes pranked you by pressing the bell and then running away.

(Y/N) stands up before dusting themselves from the couch after hearing another ring from their doorbell and walks up to the door. Opening the door, your eyes widened after looking at the person in front of them, standing there with a wrinkled suit and a suitcase is your only one with a warm smile and arms wide open.

"I'm back, mein schatz."

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Gilbert Beilschmidt

Inside of the plane, (Y/N) sits on the business class with a table holder laid in front of her with several empty foil paper boxes and an empty plastic cup that was filled with warm chocolate milk. The meals in the Airplane meal wasn't really appetizing because of the soggy vegetables or the meats that sometimes has a bland taste. But because of how ravenous (Y/N) is, they ordered some meals that still looks good enough like chicken curry with rice and something simple like a club sandwich.

(Y/N) couldn't help but feel giddy, cannot wait to meet the love of their life who are waiting for them inside of the airport while watching at the sky from the window. It was a long business trip and you haven't met him around 1 until 2 years. You were a transfer college student and today is the day you could go back to his arms and enjoy the day with him.

You clearly remember the day after you broke the news to him that you will be going for a long time to England, together with your other friends who also studied in England. Hearing them, he immediately wrapped his arms around you and clung himself to you as if you're going to leave him forever and never come back.

Flashback:

"Liebe!!!! You cannot leave me here! I need you, what if there's a monster in this house or someone unawesome comes in and break the house!!!" He pouts, still clinging to you.

"G-gilbert! You know you can protect yourself! You are stronger than me!" You stuttered.

"I know but there's no one as awesome as you, liebe!! I will die in boredom!" You told him.

You wanted to laugh at his silly answer, it was funny yet adorable since Gilbert isn't as clingy as Feliciano nor Alfred. But you know he means well, he truly loves you because he doesn't go to the bar a lot like in his past because he respects that you don't want him to get drunk and ended up injuring himself.

"I know but it's okay. I will chat to you and always call you," you smile at him with your hands reaching up to his head and petting his crown with love.

"Promise?" He asks.

"Promise" you nod.

Present:

Soon, the plane lands on the ground and (Y/N) left the plane after the staircase was brought next to the exit door. (Y/N) quickly took their bags and goes up to the luggage pickup room, taking the backpack and the suitcase before leaving the pickup room and going to the waiting room.

The room was filled with locals and foreigners, together with their family or just sitting by themselves. (Y/N) eyes look around and spot someone with white hair on the corner left chair near the snack stand. Curious began creeping up in their heart and their footsteps got louder and louder, getting close to the person who was looking around.

The person's eyes look up to you, his pair of red eyes widened in a sec after seeing you standing in front of him. With a smile, you open your arms wide open. "I'm back, love...."

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Alfred F. Jones

(Y/N) looks at the framed picture on the wall, it was a childhood photo of them playing with their best friend who had dirty blonde hair, glasses and a cowlick on his head. He was also your first friend since the two of you are living in the same street with him living with the other older man who had thick eyebrows.

They remember when they were young they would always play hide and seek or hero vs villain together where you would be the villain and he was the hero. It was a fun day for the two of you with your parents who also adores how friendly he is.

People in your village know you as a quiet kid, it doesn't mean no one wants to befriend you or hates you. It's just you prefer to play alone or travel around with only some people that you know. You're pretty energetic and adventurous, many kids don't have the same strength as you, especially when it comes to climbing trees, huge rocks, or playing in the field with wild animals.

Seeing how adventurous you are, Alfred immediately wants to be your best friend and the two of you had the best adventure together.

Flashback:

Climbing up the trees with Alfred, (Y/N) sees the apples on the other branch, wanting to take them and give them to Alfred who is sitting next to you, playing with the smaller branches or some falling leaves. With determination, she continued her way to take the apples but Alfred saw you.

"Wait Dude! It's dangerous! The hero doesn't want you to be hurt!" He warned (Y/N).

"HAHAHA! Don't worry! We are Heroes and taking Apple are only a small problem!" (Y/N) didn't listen to him and continued their way.

Arriving on the other branch, they saw two apples on the corner of the branch and they carefully takes the apples away. Unknowbeast to them, the branch wasn't sturdy enough and it snapped in half, causing you to fall from two meters. Alfred who saw the fall immediately goes down and runs up to you, checking for any injuries.

"Dude!! You okay?!?" He screamed.

"Ouch....yeah, I think my back is injured....can you bring me to my house?" You asked him. After all, it was quite a nasty fall for the poor kid.

"HAHAHA! Of course Dude! I can help you," he carefully picked you up in a piggy style, taking you immediately to your parents.

"Alfred....before we can go home. Can I ask you something?" You ask him.

"Hmm? What is it?" he didn't look up at you but he still hear your question.

"I...will be going in a week later to another town and not going back. Let's have the best day together in a week, okay?" (Y/N) told him, they didn't express the sadness but it was clear that they were upset by the tone of their voice.

"......I will," He smiled, faking his enthusiasm and acting as if he's fine that (Y/N) is going to leave him and the chance that they won't meet again is there.

Present:

Walking down on the street, (Y/N) was glad that they can go back to their old house and feel the nostalgia. Especially the memory when they climbed the three together and you fell from the tree. It was bittersweet memory and you miss your childhood friend so much. You also didn't tell him that you had a crush on him since kids until now but they don't have the gut to confess, especially they were just a kid back then.

Opening the door of Mcdonald's restaurant, someone accidentally crashed with you and dropped his burger in the process. "H-hey, I'm sorry for dropping your burger. If you want, I can buy another for-" (Y/N) immediately stopped themselves from continuing their words after looking from the bottom to the top of the person.

"Oh...Hey dude, welcome back," it was him, your childhood best friend and crush.

"Hey, we meet again. Alfred" you let out a smile before you could feel something wet slithering down from your eyes.

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[onstoryladders]

If Gram is in love with Black and just wants to try something with Eugene because he has lost hope in Black, I'd be very disappointed. Because I think that makes Gram someone who doesn't care about emotions. If Black and Gram's feelings are mutual, I feel sorry for Black the most. Imagine you are in a coma and your twin brother takes your place, but your loved one never noticed. On top of that, he wants to be with your ex-girlfriend. While I really wanted Gram and Black to be together, I'm disappointed with Gram's current attitude. So I would love to see Black with someone else if GramBlack isn't going to happen. What would Black be like when he's in love?

Hi, anon! Oof, alright – this is something I really wanted to talk about, so thank you for giving me the chance to do so. I've seen so much Gram slander and it breaks my heart 🥺 and I'm not saying it's totally unwarranted, but like-- he's not an evil bastard, y'know? Unless next episode confirms my worst fears and ruins everything lol

First of all, about Gram not noticing: I think we watched two different shows, anon 😆 Gram noticed it all too well. Just like Sean got closer to “Black” because he's attracted to this new version of him, Gram found himself getting frustrated and confused. If he'd known about a twin, I'm sure he would've connected the dots in a second.

The whole situation is just too crazy, no one would ever think oh, my best friend must have a secret twin who replaced him in the gang, it's such a crazy theory.

And also: I think people forget that while Black was in a coma, White was messing with his life and relationships like there was no tomorrow. He called up his ex girlfriend and then rejected her, got distant from his friends and closer to Sean... and of course Gram thought Black had simply changed, and didn't understand why.

From Gram's point of view, Black is the traitor.

Imagine your best friend suddenly taking their distance. They don't hang out with you but with someone they've never liked. They stop telling you shit. They start acting like an asshole to your common friend. They don't give you explanations when you try to talk about it. Wouldn't you feel confused and betrayed? Because I would 🥲

I don't think Gram is someone who doesn't care about other people's feelings. He's shown time and time again that he does care. He puts his own emotions aside when he asks Black to get back with Eugene, and all he gets is total indifference, a coldness he had probably never been met with.

As for Gram and Eugene, he didn't make a move on her until Black stated he didn't care anymore (if we don't consider the kiss, but they were both drunk and sad, and people fuck up sometimes) and I still don't think it was because he liked her.

This doesn't mean that he's pursuing her just to get over his feelings for Black. I don't think the situation is this simple, this-- shallow. But of course I can't say much about this before we actually get to see what's going on – although I did talk a little about my theories here.

Anyway, if Gram/Black isn't endgame Black won't get together with anyone, methinks. The only other option would be Eugene but they broke up and it wouldn't make sense if they undid that.

As for you last question, you have no idea how curious I am about it 😭 I need to know!

[dragon-kazansky]

A sign from the stars | Dan Lewis

Gender neutral reader

Requested by anon

Dan was still getting used to the TARDIS. The layout didn't make too much sense to him, especially since all the halls looked so alike, but he was trying his best. He often found himself quite lost. There are times however, where he swears the halls change. Where be thinks one room definitely is, it's no longer there.

Stranger yet, you're always near by. Not that he's complaining at all. Dan likes you. A lot.

The man just wanted to go sit down for a bit, intending to do so in his own room. When he turns the corner, he finds himself facing the library. He's so sure he memories the path right.

"I suppose it will do."

Dan pushes the doors open and enters the vast expansion of the forest of words. The library took his breath away every time he saw it. He's never seen so many books in one place.

"Oh, hello!"

Hearing a voice, he turns around and spots you halfway up a ladder, clearing looking for something to read.

"Hey. What you doing up there?" He grins, looking up at you.

You chuckle and hold up the book you had found. It's one you were fond of, but it was never in the sane spot when you came in here. Sometimes you think the TARDIS moved it on purpose.

"What are you doing in here?" You ask, carefully making your way down the ladder.

Dan smiles sheepishly.

"This wasn't my intended destination. I just wanted to sit down for a bit after our last run in with those potato looking weirdos."

You laugh. The sound makes Dan smile some more. He loves that sound.

"Looks like the TARDIS had others plans for you."

"Yeah..."

You gesture over to the comfy seats behind Dan.

"Want to sit with me for a bit?" You ask, making your way around him.

"Would love to."

The pair of you are in there for hours before Yaz and the Doctor come find you. So much time had slipped by, and you hadn't even opened the book. All your attention had been on Dan.

You made your way through the halls of the TARDIS after a really good sleep. You were on your way to the control room, looking forward to seeing what mischief you would get up to today.

That mischief should seemingly be on the TARDIS today. As you turn the corner, you bump into something, or rather someone. They grab you gently at the arms to stop you from falling over.

"Careful."

That voice. Your favourite scouser. You smile.

"Sorry Dan. Didn't think I was even in the right part to find your room."

He chuckles.

"See, that keeps happening to me."

You smile softly and take a step back. Dan is a little disappointed by the space between you, but he says nothing. You both stand there awkwardly.

"I better get going."

"Me too."

You go to step around him, but he steps to the left too. You chuckle and step right, the same time Dan does. You both laugh and go to step left again.

This time you place your hands on Dan's arms and turn you both around. You smile at one another before nodding and parting ways.

Your face feels so warm.

Dan's heart is racing.

He was so smitten with you it was unbelievable. He looks up at the ceiling.

"This is your doing, isn't it?" He asks, smiling.

The TARDIS merely hums in response.

After a long day of running around like mad people, saving planets and learning new things, you're about ready for a dip in the pool before heading off to bed. You know the TARDIS has a pool, ever changing locations, so you head off in the hope the TARDIS will be forgiving.

Perhaps too forgiving.

She leads you right to the pool, but there's a pleasant surprise waiting for you. It seems Dan had the same idea as you.

You stop dead still when you see him doing a lap around the pool.

He hasn't noticed you. You hope he doesn't.

When Dan heard the was a pool onboard, he had been dying to give it a go. Now, he wasn't the most sporty of people, but there was nothing wrong with a few laps around a pool to help you relax a bit.

He didn't think anyone would want to tag along, so he hadn't asked if any of you wanted to join him.

He stops at one end of the pool and pulls himself up onto the side. He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back. He clears some of the water from his eyes, specifically the droplets on his eyelashes, and stretches a little.

That's when his eyes land on you.

You look like a deer caught in headlights. You realise he's watching you and stand there frozen. You had been caught.

Dan smiles.

"Want to swim?"

You bite your lower lip shyly and start to shuffle on the spot.

"I, uh... I got lost."

Dan chuckled and grabs a towel, standing up and coming over to you.

"Maybe you were led here."

You try not to stare at the droplets running down his chest as he wraps the towel around his neck.

"Maybe..."

Dan smiles and comes to stand right in front of you. He honestly believes the TARDIS was playing match maker and he wasn't going to question it anymore.

"I like you."

You freeze again. Did he just say that?

"What?"

Dan grins, "I like you."

"I, uh..."

Your brain ceases working as you let his works sink in. Was he confessing? That sounded like a confession. Maybe, you were just wishful thinking.

"Y/N?"

"Uh, yes. Sorry, could... could you say that again? I don't I heard you."

Dan chuckles softly and places his hands on your arms. He leans in a little closer and whispers.

"I like you. A lot."

"That's what I thought you said," you say.

You smile as you lean in the rest of the way and kiss him. Dan wraps his arms around you.

Neither one of you notice the mood lighting from the TARDIS, too caught up in each other.

[goldenroutledge]

hey love! whenever you get the chance could you do a pope x reader where they are taking a drive and blasting music, and just enjoying each others company? i’ve recently fell in love with pope and your imagines are the actually best!!!!

lost & found

pairing(s): pope heyward x reader, platonic!pogues x reader

word count: 3.1k

warning(s): some swearing maybe but just a whole lot of fluff

a/n: thank you for requesting this anon!! its been a long time coming and im sorry for the wait but i hope u enjoy. its kinda like a 3 times pope shows he loves you + the 1 time he says it. also, thanks again for 400 🤍🤍

pope heyward masterlist

© goldenroutledge || do not plagiarize, repost, or translate my work in any way

Mutual pining; when two people like or love each other but think the other one isn't interested. A definition that fit your circumstances exactly, but was unbeknownst to you. In your mind, it was nothing but unrequited love.

Your friendship with Pope had been the closest out of the pogues forever. None of them bothered in competing with the closeness of you two, because they knew they couldn’t measure up. It was unspoken, almost, the dynamic between the group. There were the pogues as a whole, then there was you and Pope. Anyone with eyes could see that there was something far beyond friendship there. The fact that you both were pretty much waiting for the other gave it away, really.

one.

“Y/n, if I ask a favor of you, will you promise not to hate me?” Sarah questioned from beside you in the back of the Twinkie. John B driving, JJ up front beside him, Kie and Pope sitting across from you.

“Depends, what is it?”

She focused on the colorful bracelet on her wrist to avoid eye contact. “Hypothetically, would you be mad if I set you up on a blind date?” You hadn’t noticed Pope look up at the two of you as the words ‘blind date’ fell from Sarah’s lips, awaiting your response.

“As in you already have or you’re thinking about it? Because if you’re thinking, then stop. And if you’ve already set it up, cancel.” You informed the girl.

“Why?” She frowned. “You haven’t been out with anyone in forever. You and this Jake would make a really cute couple, too.”

“First of all, I’m not going out with anyone named Jake, Sarah Cameron. And how would you know if I’ve been on any dates, anyways?”

“Are you kidding? You’ve shot down like, every guy on this island. Some of these dudes would die to be your boyfriend, Y/n.” Sarah debated.

“Maybe she’s mackin’ someone on the low and doesn’t want your big mouth to find out.” JJ chirped, receiving a smack over the head from John B for the minor insult to his girlfriend.

“Maybe she doesn’t want any of these morons around here.” Kie chimed in.

“Or maybe, I just don’t want a relationship right now? Will you guys stop jumping to conclusions?” You interrupted, ending their theories.

“You mean, you don’t want a relationship if it’s not with P-” The sound of the ‘P’ barely escaped JJ’s lips before John B clasped a hand over the boy’s mouth to shut him up, whisper scolding him in the process.

“So you won’t give it a chance?” Sarah asked pleadingly.

“If she doesn’t wanna go, she doesn’t wanna go. Leave it alone.” Pope interjected, surprising you a bit.

“Thank you, Pope. At least someone gets it.” He softly smiled in response, but the smile didn’t reach his brown orbs. They appeared disappointed, but you couldn’t seem to understand why. The van had come to a stop, the others hopping out and heading inside of the store to pick up a few things.

The topic of conversation being your love life brought your mood down a little, so you opted to stay in the van and wait. Pope was kind enough to stay back with you, too. He could always sense when something was bothering you or shifted your energy. “You good?” He asked.

“Mhm. Sarah’s just kind of pushy sometimes, that’s all.” He chuckled at your words, nodding in agreement. “If I want to date someone I’ll do it on my own terms.”

“Yeah. You deserve to be happy, Y/n.” He admitted, forcing a small, but tight-lipped smile onto his otherwise cheery face.

“So do you, Pope.”

two.

Rain beat down on the island, thunder rumbling and lightning striking in the dark sky. You all had chosen to stay in at the Chateau, considering nobody wanted to drive back to their respective homes in the quickly worsening weather. The sound of rain was normally relaxing to you, but tonight it felt like anything but.

You tossed and turned in the bed of the spare room in John B’s house, throwing the covers on and off in an attempt to get comfortable. You had been stirred awake by not only the poor weather outside but a nightmare that had your heart and mind racing for a good few minutes. 2:47, the time on your phone read, the light harsh to your tired eyes.

Your throat felt dry and your body felt parched from dehydration. You tiptoed out to the kitchen, choosing your steps carefully while trying to avoid the creaky floorboards. Scooping the ice into your cup, a cube or two slipped out and hit the floor. “Shit!” You whispered at the noise. As you were picking up the fallen cubes to place in the sink, a set of footsteps were moving towards you.

“Y/n?” Pope muttered out sleepily, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. You hadn’t expected to wake anyone up, involuntarily jumping at the sound of his voice.

“Jesus, you scared me.”

“Sorry.” He apologized. “What the hell are you doing up, anyway?”

You filled your glass with water, taking a much needed gulp. “Couldn’t sleep well.” You shrugged, the sound of the rain leaving no room for silence. “What about you?”

“I heard someone from the living room, figured it was you. You’ve always been a light sleeper.” He answered, eyes averting your bare legs from his the shirt you were wearing, while yours averted his bare chest and torso.

“Yeah. I’m gonna try to go back to bed, though. If the storm will allow it tonight.” You pointed out.

“Let me walk you back, so you don’t trip over your own feet this time.” He joked in reference to your accidental clumsiness at the most inconvenient times.

“Oh, shut up. You literally got your pants caught on a gate once. I think you’re winning.” You shot back in a hushed tone.

You set the glass on the nightstand, crawling into bed for the second time. “Whatever helps you sleep at night. Oh, wait, you don’t sleep at night.” Pope countered, satisfied with his remark as you only rolled your eyes. He bid you goodnight and headed for the door, just barely reaching the knob before you stopped him.

“Pope?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think you could stay with me?”

His eyebrows raised. “On the floor?”

“No, idiot. In the bed. There’s room for both of us.” You acknowledged. “Please? I mean you said it yourself, whatever helps me sleep at night.”

He shook his head in disbelief as a smile pulled at his lips, calling himself crazy for thinking that this would mean something more than two friends sharing a bed for a night. Yet, he was still doing it anyway. He accepted the spot on the bed you patted for him, throwing the covers on and relaxing beside you. “You sure this is gonna help you sleep?”

“Of course, it is. Now that I have my favorite human radiator here with me.”

three.

Days spent together on the HMS pogue felt fewer and farther between, everyone’s schedules conflicting in one way or another. Surprisingly, the four pogues were able to agree on a day. Just four.

You were stuck studying for an upcoming exam, stressing yourself out to the max and not wanting to take a moment away from the material. If you had decided to go, you were sure that you wouldn’t be able to keep your mind off of the test anyway. It would only add to your worries, so you opted not to go. But urged Kie to tell the rest of them to have a fun day without you and pass on your apologies for canceling last minute.

“Ahh.” JJ emphasized, taking a long sip of his beer as he sat with his feet up on the edge of the boat. “What a nice day to do nothing.”

“Just like everyday?” Kie questioned him.

“Wrong. I have a job, Kiara.” He returned, the two of them shooting playful insults back and forth before Pope chimed in, noticing the direction John B was going.

“Isn’t Y/n coming? You missed her dock completely.”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. She can’t make it today.” Kiara revealed.

“Did she say why?”

“Uhh, studying for a test I think. She sounded crazy stressed on the phone.” The girl recollected.

“JB? Can you drop me off at her dock, actually?” He asked the brunette.

John B shrugged. “I guess so. You think she wants company right now?”

“I know she wants someone right now. The least I could do is offer my help.” He elaborated to the group. They all stayed silent on the way to your dock, not wanting to interfere with the never ending love story between their dear friends Y/n and Pope. “Thanks, man.” Pope thanked his friend, hopping off the boat and onto the dock near your house as soon as it came to a slow.

“You want us to wait?”

“Sure, I’ll text you if I end up staying.” He told them, rushing to the patio door of your house and letting himself in. That wasn’t something out of the ordinary, as you gave Pope a key for emergencies anyway.

The knock on your bedroom door was barely audible, the information spinning in your head made it hard to hear anything else. He had to poke his head in and call out your name quietly for you to notice someone else was even in your house. “Hey, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be enjoying the boat day?” You sighed, dropping your pencil and moving the tired muscles in your hand.

“Kie told me you had to bail because of your exam, so, I thought you might want a study partner.” He explained, sitting beside you on the floor, both of your backs leaning against the frame of your bed.

“You didn’t have to do that. Today’s your day off.”

“And I’m choosing to spend it with my best friend. Is that a problem?” He countered.

“No, but you should go have fun with our friends. Don’t be cooped up inside just because I have to be.” He frowned at the tired expression on your face that wasn’t letting up.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/n. You’re stressing me out just listening to you.” He joked, looking around your bedroom floor to the scattered papers of loose note sheets and flashcards.

“Well, I am stressed. I don’t remember any of what I studied last night and if I don’t start remembering, I’m fucked.”

“Did you sleep at all last night? You do look tired, Y/ n.” Pope observed.

“I’m pretty sure I did. I passed out eventually.” You tried to think back, but decided it didn’t really matter anyway. “You want something to drink?” You offered while standing up, slightly wobbling with the quick movement.

Pope shot up to your height immediately, stabling you with his hands on your arms. “I can get us both some water. Stay here.”

“Forget the water, can you grab me a RedBull?” His eyebrows scrunched in confusion and disapproval of how you pushed your well-being to the backburner once again.

“How many glasses of water have you had today? Did you even have breakfast?”

“Lost count and once again, RedBull.”

“A RedBull does not count as breakfast.” He warned you.

“It does in this book. Can you just go grab me another one?” You asked in the politest tone you could pull off at the moment, rubbing your temples in exasperation.

“Water it is.”

He returned with a glass of water for each of you, handing yours to you. “You need to drink some water, Y/n.” You took a sip of the refreshing liquid, which turned into a gulp and a few more until the glass was empty.

“Wow. I was really thirsty.” You pointed out.

“No kidding, you haven’t drank a drop of water at all today.” He scolded.

You rolled your eyes, standing up to go refill your water. You lost your balance again, propping a hand up to the nearest sturdy object to stay upright. “Whoa.”

“Yeah, no.” He mumbled, coming to a conclusion in his head. “You need to lay down. Let me go find something for you to eat, and then you can take a nap.”

“A nap? A nap that I don’t have time for? Unless you plan on marrying me and taking my exam in my place-” You started, interrupted by Pope feeling your forehead for any signs of fever. “Ok, Dr. Pope. I think I’m fine.”

“Nuh-uh. You look exhausted, probably feel it too. Not to mention you’re dehydrated and hungry, and probably about to get sick if you don’t let your body reset.”

You sighed in surrender, sitting down on the edge of your bed. There was no use in arguing with him at this point. “Ok. Fine. But what happens when I bomb the exam?”

“That won’t happen. Once you feel better you’ll be able to retain the information better, too. Plus, no offense, but you’re disorganized as hell. Let me help fix that, then we can go over the notes later, okay?”

“Okay.” You agreed at last. He nodded before leaving the bedroom to make you some real food, slipping his phone out of his pocket as he turned the corner to text the rest of his friends.

‘you guys can go on without me, i’m gonna stay here with y/n’.

four.

One of your favorite parts about your friendship with Pope were the fun, nostalgic moments. They may have not happened often, but when they did they were always memorable and times that you later wished you could go back and relive.

The pogues were all excited for the annual county fair, but then again who wasn’t? It was one of your favorite events of every summer for as long as you could remember, especially the fair memories with Pope in them. The group decided today would be a day with their significant others, leaving you and Pope as the odd two out, but everyone was planning for you to be paired up for the day anyway.

“How about the ferris wheel now?” Pope proposed.

“Sure, I need a damn break from spinning in the air.” You confessed, referring to the tallest rides of the park you had just been on that could make anyone dizzy just by watching.

As the wheel neared and stopped at its peak height to overlook the fair, you leaned over to take a better look at it all. You chuckled at how tiny everyone else looks from up above, like people from the view of an airplane.

Pope did not feel that same humor, as he let out a yelp and clutched onto the cart for dear life as it tilted and rocked slightly with your movement. “Sit back, Y/n, what the hell?!”

“Relax, we aren’t going anywhere. I’m sure this ride is very sturdy.” You reassured him.

“Says everyone who has died on a carnival ride before they test the limits! It’s like you have a death wish.” He rambled, breathing dramatically heavy before the ferris wheel began to spin again, letting you back down to ground level.

People from behind the counters of the rigged games shouted at you both, trying to grab your attention and take your money. “Oh my God, Pope. Is that not the cutest stuffed elephant you’ve ever seen?” You exclaimed in awe of one of the stuffed animals hanging up.

“Let me try to win it for you.” He suggested, already walking up to the game. Unfortunately it was one of those toss games where he would have to throw a ball to knock over some stacked cups. Unfortunately meaning Pope was on the math team, so it only took him 4 rounds worth.

An outrageous $28 spent later, the man behind the counter was handing you the perfect stuffed elephant. The look in your eyes and smile on your face made it all worth it for Pope, even if he had planned to use that money for something else.

You treated him to a funnel cake in return, the bright and colorful lights illuminating your already jubilant expressions. You sipped the last of your soft drink through the cheap plastic straw, exhaustingly treading out to Pope’s car that you both struggled to find.

You had no problem slouching back in the seat, head thrown back as the warm air blew steadily through the rolled down windows. A lengthy playlist full of your favorites blasted through the stereo, the vibrations of the bass pretty much moving through the entire car. “Now you’re lost, lost in the heat of it all.” You sang, gesturing to Pope to finish the chorus, to which he was more than happy to do so.

“Girl you know you’re lost, lost in the thrill of it all.” For once you weren’t listening to the comments from your friends about you and Pope. But instead following your heart and living in these moments with him, interlocking your fingers together. You didn’t want it to end, but it had to once Pope pulled up to your house and turned the key, cutting the engine and the music.

The crickets could be heard from further away, but it was a comfortable silence. You both looked at each other and smiled tired ones, in no rush to move from your current position. “I love you, Y/n.” Your heart pounded at the words that fell from his lips in a murmur, not sure if you heard correctly.

So you decided to whisper back, even if your mind was playing tricks on you. “I love you, too.” The apparent grin on his face was a dead giveaway to you that it wasn’t in your head. You met him halfway to the center console for the kiss you’d both been longing for, just as fireworks from the fair bursted into the sky. You weren’t sure if you heard them or felt them, but you would’ve put money on both.

Mutual pining; when two people like or love each other but think the other one isn't interested. Who knew how much you’d both been losing while pining for the other. How much lost time you had to make up for. And now that you had found what you’d been searching for, it didn’t matter. The burden of lost time couldn’t even touch the connection that you had found.

a/n: i loved writing this, and i hope you all enjoyed reading it! let me know your thoughts please <3 also the song mentioned towards the end is lost by frank ocean

taglist: @ilovejjmaybank @rosylinn @nxsmss @cameronsrafe @msgorillagripcoochie @bibliophilewednesday @tovvaa @freddymaybank @annab-nana @babeyglo @sunsetholland @moniamaybank @outerbankspreferences @laneybobeczko-g @jjpouggues @j-j-may-bank

pope taglist: @dmonchld

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❛ WHO'S THE ALPHA? ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: hi there💞 can i request where reader and antiono dawson are dating in secret and she's pregnant and now they getting it on with some smut in his office and her father hank catches them with some angst please

❚❙ ANTONIO DAWSON MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 1.9k

❚❙ NOTES: There's no smut because I couldn't imagine the situation of being caught in the act, also keeping in mind that reader is Hank's daughter. There's no way Antonio would take that kind of risk.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that it makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

❚❙ GIF credits: to the author.

❚❙ Tag list: @melblacc @rebelwrites @skyofficialxx @sesamepancakes @scarletsoldierrr @mondefantastique @that-chick212 @enbyamaro @anotherfan07 @ocetevasgirl @sophie-writes @destynelseclipsa @jadakiss13. If you want to be added to my tag list, send me a message.

Since you knew this morning that you're pregnant, you haven't stopped thinking about how you are going to say it to Antonio. It's not a big deal, but it means that your father will know it too. And that's a real problem. But the happiness inside you doesn't let you worry now about that. It's been a long year hiding it from him and maybe it's a good way for him to discover it.

Honestly, you can't wait till coming to his house to tell him and, by the time it is, your father must be in your home already. So you decide to drive to the District. Antonio has to be there, since he hasn't text you yet. Leaving your car in the private parking, you walk in by the back door, going upstairs straight to the Intelligence Unit, passing away what they call the cage and the interview rooms. You can't contain the smile curving up your lips when you find your boyfriend very focused on something in his computer, writing down some kind of notes in a report. He doesn't even notice your presence, till you're in front of him.

“Voight left ten minutes ago”. He says, keeping up appearances just in case someone can hear you.

“We're alone”. You reply raising both eyebrows.

Leaning back on his chair to check both sides of his office, he drags his seat away from his desk enough for you to sit on his lap. Infected by your smile, Antonio can't help but draw the same gesture while placing an arm around your waist and his other hand on the back of your head. He's delighted to see you after a long day of paperwork and his ass stuck on his chair. Sometimes he doesn't know if it is worse to be there or to be in the street. But you're his reward, so he doesn't complain.

His lips find yours in a sigh, purring against them when he feels your warm wrapping him. The only thing he needs. His kisses are soft, slow, gentle. Just like his caresses. Just like him all the time. You found the most tender man you could ask for, and you thank God every day of your life. He takes care of you like no one else, with the most minimal details, without asking anything back. You two are made for each other, that's a fact.

“Antonio… baby, I have to tell you something”.

“Can't it wait?” He mumbles pecking your lips once and again, watching him bite his in the short meantime of meeting again.

“Yeah, actually for… like seven months, more or less”.

With his mouth on yours but not moving a single inch, he pulls himself away from you frowning confused. Your boyfriend doesn't last longer than two seconds to put his brain cells to work and connects the dots. His gesture changes from playful and joy to a big pout, as his eyes are filled up with tears.

“Dios mío”.

It's the first time you watch him crying since you know him, for more than eight years. You don't doubt cleaning the tears that fall down by his cheek, as his sobs become a little constant.

“Are you sure?” He asks with a broken tone of voice, tilting his head for a moment. You just nod in silence. “When did… you know?”

“This morning. I'm two months now… Are you… happy?”

“Of course I am, princesa”. Lively laughing, he urges you to stand up to do the same and push you into a tight hug between his arms.

Of course, it wasn't something you two planned. And of course, it wasn't something you two were expecting. But you have never felt this blissfulness in your life. You're in a rollercoaster of emotions right now, just like your boyfriend who doesn't know what to say, nor what to do more than to spread a bunch of kisses all around your face trying to transmit you every single thing he is feeling right now.

Since Laura left him, Antonio thought he would never be loved with so much intensity, and then, you clapped eyes on each other. You know him ever since practically, but that time was different. You had a rare day in the hospital and he had closed a two-months investigation satisfactory. But you were tired like never before, feeling vulnerable and with a mix of emotions roaming your bodies. You came to the District looking for your father, but he was gone to celebrate already, so he offered himself to drive you home. And it just simply happened.

One year after, you're expecting your first baby. And probably not the last.

“Making friends?”

The well known tone of voice of your father interrupts your moment. Your bodies are frozen against the other, putting distance between both slowly. Gulping and turning toward the sergeant, you watch him waving a hand waiting for an answer. The tip of his tongue licks his teeth, arching an eyebrow as his face hardens. You aren't able to say anything, looking at your boyfriend who seems more terrified than you, rubbing his forehead.

“Hm…”

Your father grabs his gun from the holster on his belt, taking the safety off. You know he's just pressuring you to talk, but you block his possible target by putting ahead of Antonio. Just in case.

“Dad… Dad, list—listen”.

“I'm listening, baby girl”. He scoffs, placing his hands crossed under his abdomen.

“We… Uh…” Your heart is racing so fast that you're afraid to collapse, until you feel one of Antonio's hands hold yours, placing himself by your side. “We're together… like… a couple”.

“You're not anymore. Go home and wait for me there”.

“Da—”.

“Don't make me say it twice, (Y/N)”.

“Go. We will talk later, I promise you”. Your boyfriend's whisper doesn't make you feel convinced, but you obey in silence not being another option.

With your arms around your abdomen and your hands trembling tangled on your own uniform, you leave the District looking back every two seconds. It's not like Hank controls your life, but this is a question of honor, and you trust in Antonio. You know they need to be alone to talk some sense into him. But you also know what is going to happen.

Two long hours sitting on your sofa, desperate with your phone between both fingers waiting for a call, a text, anything. You knew it wasn't a good idea to hide it from your father, but to be honest, you didn't know that Antonio and you could go that far. The baby wasn't something planned, it just happened. You haven't even had time to react, but you still have some hope. Hank would never forbid you to continue this relationship now that you're pregnant. Though you know it's not going to be easy for him to assimilate it.

When the lights of a big SUV illuminates the street and the facade of your house, you don't lose time getting up from your seat to run to the entrance, opening the door and waiting for your father to say something as he steps out of his car. He doesn't look happy, not at all. You've lied to him all this time and you're aware of how hurt his ego is right now. It's going to cost you more than a sorry to bring back his trust in you. Licking your bottom lip in silence, you can't help but go downstairs to meet him on his path.

Hank has his hands kept in the pocket of his jeans with a rough and disappointed gesture in his face. You aren't sure what to say, being just a couple steps away from him.

“Maybe Antonio tripped and broke his nose”. He just says with feigned innocence, causing you to arch an eyebrow and cross your arms on your chest. “He's in the Chicago Med. You should go”.

Your father is about to pass you away to the inside when you stop him by a hand on his chest, pushing him back to face you.

“You're still my favorite man on earth”. You mumble bowing your head down for a second, till he holds your hand to place a kiss on the back of it.

“That's why he isn't dead, princess”.

“Isn't it because I am pregnant, and he is the father?” Not trying to contain a soft grin, you grab his other hand to lace your fingers with his and place them on your belly, knowing it's going to work.

“His grandfather is more than enough”. Hank replies squinting at you, before tilting his head to press a kiss on your forehead.

Leaving the front of your house straight to your car, he waits for you outside till you abandon your neighborhood to take the highway and reach the hospital faster. You're ashamed, you can't lie, but if your father didn't have a single scratch means that Antonio didn't hit him back, which is good. He still knows who the alpha is. You can go against the world, but not against Hank Voight. That's a fact. Everybody in Chicago knows it.

Not caring too much about how you park your car, your legs move quicker to the Emergencies being received by Will, who is trying to not laugh pressing both lips against the other. Making you a sign with a silent congratulations, your eyes travel around the open doors till finding Antonio sitting on a stretcher with his head bowed down, swinging his feet.

Knocking on the white metallic frame, you stick your head out of it with a sweet smile on the corner of your lips. “Need a ride back home, inspector?”

“May I need a nurse too”.

His brown eyes have a shine that only appears in them when he sees you after a long, long day; when he's about to be hugged by you, kissed, touched, loved. Putting down from the stretcher, you help your boyfriend to wear his jacket and zip it up over his torso.

“You okay?” Feeling your cheeks burning because of the shame, you put both hands on his neck to take a look of his nose covered with a gauze.

“He just threatened me and punched me. Honestly, I thought he would bring me to a remote place to make me dig my own grave. I think it did quite well, don't you?”

Antonio's positivism makes you laugh, nodding with your chin. Holding your arms and taking them to his mouth, he kisses both with so much care and tenderness, before tilting his head to catch your lips between his. At first, it's weird and awkward for you to be kissen for him in public, after a year hiding it. But it only lasts a short second. You can't wait to stop containing your impulses for hugging him and holding his hand and calling him amor in front of all; not in front of your dad, obviously. You're too young to die.

[writingoneshots]

How dare your box be almost empty!

let me change that

NOOOWWWW IMAGINE WITH ME

ya hear me

our beloved red head captain as usual he pulled another all nighter in his tinker shop(is that what they are called... i feel like i am missing a word)

just hyperfocused on this new idea he has been working on and ain't no one in the crew capable to pul him out of there so they just let him be

tho now it's the dead of night no ones awake on the ship but our man is hungry he goes to the kitchen just to approach it to stand in the doorway watching as his s/o is making herself something to whilst singing and dancing around the kitchen

anf he just... eustass kid. exe has stopped working

this man is confused for a second because if there is someone else awake then it should be wire because he has night dutie... and it also seems like that his s/o is just... not noticing him so he decides to enjoy the show a bit before he walks in and kind of moves with you and around you... still not noticing him weirdly enough so he just gets bold and grabs a chunk of your half finished food and eats it AND FINALLY YOU NOTICE HIM (our boi got a little attention starved there)

aaaannnnnnddd that's where my brain stops

enjoy my brainrots although it isn't the college art au this time BUT WE CAN'T HAVE AN EMPTY INBOX

anyway hope you are having a nice and keep up the good work mami

-your au anon( yeah lets go with au anon here😂)

Surprise.. coming up

Hola, au anon :) !  I enjoyed a little writing session in my current stress period right now. Sorry for not posting more, I am currently working on 2 projects at the same time and still need to proofread a few one-shots.  Please be patient.

- Kid x reader - my own OC -> Sova (Kid’s doctor) - 939 words; short OS this time - no smut but mention of it; threats from Kid (surprising, right?)

"Wha- ..Hey!", you looked at him surprised and didn't know how to react. This whole time you thought that you were alone in the kitchen and suddenly your boyfriend appeared out of nowhere. "If someone would have attacked us, you'd be screwed. I've been here for a while.", Kid spoke with a full mouth, trying to finish the part he stole so he could grab the other one before you took it. You realized his intention immediately and pushed the plate to his side of the counter. Kid looked at it a little disappointed, "Now it's not that appealing anymore. It's more interesting if you're not letting me have it." "Don't be a child.. just eat it and finish working, so we can go to bed.", you rolled your eyes and started to prepare a different sandwich for yourself and another one for Kid. "Why are you awake anyway?", Kid frowned and sat down at the counter, eyeing you carefully. "I just couldn't sleep and I felt like it's snack time.", you shrugged and finished the first sandwich for Kid. Kid nodded and grabbed the filled bread, not letting you out of his sight. "Okay, I just need to ask.. What are you building in there? You barely left the room for a few days..", you tilted your head a bit, curious about his answer. "Secret.", he smirked and always looked down on you whenever you weren't looking. "Oh really? You seem to have a lot of secrets lately. Especially after a long talk, which you've had with Sova.", you narrowed your eyes at him pushed a glass of water into his direction. Kid just shrugged and didn't even want to comment on that. "So.. you're not going to tell me?" Kid shook his head. "Not even a hint?" He shook his head again. "..alright.. I give up. I am too tired for this.", you sighed annoyed now and shook your head. Without even realizing it, you put away the ingredients for the sandwich because you weren't in the mood to eat anymore. You turned around to the door, wanting to leave the room. "You've been sleeping quite a lot, right?", Kid mumbled while trying to chew and speak at the same time. You rolled your eyes and continued walking to the door, "Yes, and?" "And you're really moody lately.", he swallowed the last bit and took a big sip of water, emptying the glass. "If you want to make me angry, you're doing everything correctly.", you turned now around, crossing your arms at your chest. "You sleep a lot, you're moody, horny 24/7 - which I really enjoy by the way -, you eat tons of crap and you gained a bit of weight. Now do the maths, woman.", Kid hurried to say these words before a loud burp escaped his lips. You didn't even pay attention to it, as your brain calculated what he had just explained to her. "Oh.. my God." "It's weird to hear you say and not scream that..", Kid frowned and brushed his fingers through his hair as he stood up. Instinctively, your hands reached down to your stomach, "You're joking.." "Trust me.. I wish I was.", Kid chuckled a bit and approached you, "But now, I don't mind. It's time for me to have my own heir and prepare him or her for their future as a real pirate." You looked up to him, not understanding how he could take this so lightly. "I am going to be honest, though. If that child chooses to be a marine, it better learn how to run fast..", Kid looked at you seriously and frowned at how confused you seemed to look. "What's the matter now? Aren't women supposed to be happy about children?" "I.. I don't know if I should even have kids. I don't know if I could be a good mother.", you looked at him now worried. Your thoughts couldn't find a logical path in your brain and it scared you. "Are you fucking kidding me? You are literally taking care of a bunch of idiots on this ship. If you can handle them, you can handle my heir. I wouldn't be working on a bed and the coolest toys if I wouldn't be believing in you.", Kid looked down to you and then to your stomach. He touched your stomach softly with his index finger, "You better be strong. A weakling won't survive on the sea. And if you're a girl.. you better be into women because no man is going to be good enough for

you!" Tears were rolling down your cheeks, happiness, excitement and a little bit of fear in them. It was all a lot to handle but you were sure that Kid would help you go through with it. "Thank you, Kid.. ", you leaned onto his chest, trying to calm yourself down. All of your last weeks made a lot of sense now. The times, when Killer's cooking upset you because nothing was tasting good. The few moments, when you kicked out innocent crew mates because they looked at you in a weird way. And all the times, you woke up Kid in the middle of the night, just to have him satisfy you until you wanted to go back to sleep. You were sure that you'd be able to go through all of this and raise a child, if he was with you. "But I was serious about the marine part.. I will leave the child on an island, if it just hints to want to become a marine.", Kid commented again, ruining the moment as usual.

[multifandom-girlie]

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬

Imagine:Imagine Requested by Anon. You move to New Orleans and meet Elijah who then introduces you to his younger brothers. You take him to your brothers wedding as your date but he also brings his brothers as plus ones.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Human!Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 3596

Edited: Yes

Hi! I'm sorry so for the long wait, this was a really good request and I wanted to make it perfect for you. Now I can honestly say it still isn't to the best of my ability but I was stumped half way through and had to power through it. Sorry about the length I wasn't planning for it to be this long but it just ended up being so. Anyway I really hope you enjoy! Please comment requests or what you think of the imagine please. Thank you !

Recently, I moved to New Orleans. I did so because I heard great things and I am not disappointed. I moved here right in Mardi Gras season so it was okay but it's been a couple of months now and the tingles of excitement thinking about living here is incredible. At this moment in time, I was walking my dog. Barney. He's a beautiful German Shepard, he's getting older now but he'll always be my baby. We were walking down bourbon street and I was looking at my phone to check the time when I bumped into a pristine looking man. I dropped my phone and started giggling nervously.

"I'm so sorry, sir."

I bent down to pick up my phone but as I did we bumped heads, seeming as he lowered to pick it up too. We both looked at each other and started laughing. It's like I came straight out of a high school romance movie.

"It's absolutely okay. I should've moved when I saw you on your phone. I couldn't help but be-and forgive me if I'm overstepping-but be captivatingly beautiful."

I couldn't stop or even stall the luminous red blush engulfing my cheeks. The wind picked up in time to cover my face with my Y/H/C coloured hair.

"Oh, uh thank you."

"Sorry I shouldn't of said it, that was out of line."

I giggled as he walked away.

"Wait ! It wasn't, I'm just not used to compliments from people I bump into on the street."

He looked down with his hands in his trouser pockets and blessed my Y/E/C eyes with his sweet and wide grin.

"Sorry. Let me make it up to you. Would you let me buy you a coffee ?"

I giggled and Barney started licking the man's hand.

"Barney ! Stop it baby."

He laughed.

"It's quite alright. So coffee ? We can have it to go if you'd like?"

I smiled and Barney sat down next to my legs.

"Uh yeah, that would be nice."

                                                         ***

"So you've bought me coffee and are walking around with me and I still don't know your name."

We laughed together.

"I apologise. My name's Elijah."

I looked at him in awe. His name was so beautiful and it matched his pristine look.

"I love your name, it's beautiful. My name's Y/N."

"Talk about beautiful names."

I looked away, again blushing. It made me smile so much because I always used to get picked on for my name despite loving it myself. It made me uncertain of the importance of self-love.

"Thank you, it means more than you may think."

We smiled and continued to walk in a serene silence.

"So, Elijah. When your not carelessly bumping into girls and dishing out compliments, what do you like to do ?"

He chuckled softly.

"I like to read a lot and I can cook when necessary."

This man becomes more intriguing by the second. I bet he's a great cook and the reading explains his extensive range of vocab.

"That's so cool, I cook and bake all the time. I love it so much and I don't read as much as I'd want but I like to sing."

"Oh yeah, do you sing for people ?"

"Uh sometimes, mainly special occasions like birthdays and stuff. I'm actually singing at my brother's wedding in a couple of months."

"Really, what a shame I don't get to see for myself your talent."

"I wouldn't really call it a big thing but I mean if it means that much. You seem nice so far, I was just gonna go stag but if you want to join me you can. It might be more fun if your there, I don't particularly love the women he's marrying so."

"That would be lovely. What's wrong with the woman?"

"Well, she's always stuck up around him you know. She licks his ass so much but whenever he's not around for a second she is the bitchiest most irritating girl in the world and not forgetting she's incredibly immature."

"Really, must be a irritating women then ?"

"Like you wouldn't believe."

I looked up and realised that it's already quite dark out, which means I've spent a good couple of hours talking to Elijah. I told him where my apartment was and he left but not before exchanging numbers. That very night, I had no sleep because Elijah and I were texting all night.

In the morning, after still not getting any sleep. I had a text from Elijah just as I had finished brushing my teeth.

Elijah: Good morning Y/N! I hope your energised. How would you like to get lunch today ?- E.M

Reply: As energised as I can be, Elijah. I would love to get lunch today. I also need to get my dress for the wedding, help me pick ? Good morning by the way.

Elijah: Of course you do, trust you to not be prepared. I would be honoured to help you, I don't want to go to a complete stranger's wedding with my date looking like a tart.

Reply: Thank you Elijah. Self-confidence risen dramatically... what time do you want to meet ?

Elijah: I'll pick you up at 12:30.

Reply: Okay, see you then.

As soon as I sent my reply, I ran and jumped into the shower. I lathered my vanilla body wash all over my body and soaked my hair in cherry almond shampoo and conditioner. I hopped out and decided to leave my face free from makeup and put on a mask whilst getting ready. I quickly applied my charcoal face mask and started rooting through my wardrobe for some clothes. I looked at the clock and realised I only have 50 minutes to get ready. I decided to wear a sheet black crop top with coloured flowers on and flared sleeves along with a short denim skirt, brown ankle boots, some black tights and and brown bag to match my shoes.

I was just spraying some of my vanilla perfume when there was a knock at the door. My eyes shot to the clock and I watched as the clock turned 12:30. I opened the door to see him stood there with a warm smile on his face. I smiled back at him with just as much warmth.

"Hey Elijah. You weren't kidding when you said 12:30 were you ?"

He chuckled and straightened his posture more even if it was impossible to be standing any straighter than he already was. I get it now, he's a perfectionist.

"When I say a time, I mean it."

I giggled and shut the door, locking it behind me. I replied to his comment with a smirk on my face and walked off.

"I can see that, Mr Perfectionist."

He chuckled and followed me out. We we're taking a comfortably quiet stroll down bourbon street, not rushing to get to the mall.

"So Elijah, what is it ?"

He turned to me with slight confusion.

"What ever do you mean, Y/N?"

I could tell he was genuinely confused so I made the choice to elaborate. I turned my head to look at him with my arms crossed but still walking.

"You. The way you talk, your timing ? I mean your not just on time you were there in the second of it turning 12:30. How about that both times I've seen you, you've been wearing $10 000 suits. I mean we are going to lunch. Probably to get some pizza or sushi, not for a meal that costs like $300 take like one zero off that at least."

He looked shocked at me understandably so. I just called him out on practically everything that makes him Elijah. It's not that I have a problem with any of it. A man who has impeccable timing, amazing-expensive-but amazing dress sense and knows how to talk properly not "Sup baby, you busy tonight ?" The number of times that lines been used in me is incredible.

He looked at me with a prominent look of worry. Maybe I said the wrong thing, was I too blunt maybe ? Or he might think I don't like any of it. So I quickly decided to save myself.

"Before you think or even ask yourself if I don't like any of that, I do. I'm just not used to speaking to a man. Someone with great fashion sense, doesn't talk like in idiot and can actually pronounce and word things properly-in other words speaking actual english, someone who has manners, the looks, impeccable timing and knows how to charm a women. Your a women's dream I just didn't know you were so....dreamy."

A wide grin broke out on his face, with made me blush profusely. I saw the mall in front of us.

"Dreamy ? You have a way with words Miss Y/L/N. I apologise if I may have distracted you for being so dreamy."

I giggled and smacked his arm playfully.

"Hey it's not funny. Take the compliment or leave it, alright ? It just slipped out."

"Slipped out of your mouth or your dreams."

We started laughing together feeling more comfortable than when I had my curious outburst minutes ago.

We walked in the mall and I was lost for which shop to buy my dress in. I nudged Elijah's arm.

"You know any good shops to buy dresses ?"

I asked jokingly but to my surprise he dragged me into a shop I didn't see the name of. He stopped at the entrance and turned to me.

"We are going to do something because you have massively boosted my ego today unintentionally, I think. Your going to let me do something for you. To make sure you don't look like a tart is why I came with you, correct ?"

I nodded.

"Your are going to pick five dresses you like in this store and I am going to pick my favourite one and you have to wear it to the wedding, deal ?"

Not how I expected the day to go, being bossed around by a man who was a stranger not more than 2 days ago.

"How do you not have women lining up to be with you? As long as your this bossy in the bedroom, I will say deal to you as many times as you like."

I winked at him and walked further into the shop. Elijah stood there with a wide grin at the once innocent flirty comments turning rapidly less innocent and followed her.

Five. Five dresses is not hard to pick. Come on Y/n. Just one more. I stopped and looked around until I spotted the last one. I handed them to Elijah with a whispered comment as I walked out.

"One of those dresses are harder to get off then the rest I might need some assistance, make the right decision Mr Precision."

I waited outside for him to pick the dress. Minutes later he walked out of the shop with a wide grin on his face and a white paper bag that most likely has my dress in it.

"So ?"

He looked at me and winked.

"I made the right decision, don't you worry."

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We walked over to Rousseau's and I persuaded him to sit down and eat. When the food arrived he looked at me weirdly.

"I can't eat this, Y/N."

I giggled at him a rolled my eyes.

"What worried about getting grease on your $10 000 suit. Don't even tell me you don't like it, what's not to love about a big greasy burger and fries with a beer. Or do you only drink wine and eat lobster with caviar ?"

He chuckled at me and took his jacket off and placed it on the back of his chair. He unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up so they were now three quarters in length. The next thing I know is he's picking it up and taking a big bite of the burger whilst staring at me in the eyes to prove a point.

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A little while later after it's like 6 pm we decide to leave the bar and go back to my apartment. I unlock the door and hang my jacket up whilst throwing my keys on the worktop in the kitchen. I kick my shoes off by the door and walk into the kitchen to look for some wine. Elijah follows me in a little later, having just taken his jacket off and hung it up.

"You look confused."

I'm rooting around in my pantry looking down my wine rack not finding the alcohol I wanted. Then the idea that it might be in the fridge popped into my head. I walked out of my pantry closing the door and opening my fridge finding the label staring at me in the face. I smiled and grabbed it before turning around and showing it to Elijah.

"I was trying to find this. A bottle of wine I was saving for when I had good company."

He grabbed the bottle out of my hands and inspected it, lastly he smirked.

"No wonder you saved it Y/N, this is an expensive wine. One they don't even sell in the United States. What did you do? Go on holiday and smuggle a bottle of rare and incredibly expensive wine back here ?"

"I guess you could say that but I didn't buy it...I won it. In a game of poker on my 26th birthday, I lived in Italy with my family and it was a bottle that was made the year I was born and my mother saved up for it and bought it. My dad annoyed her buy using it as a prize for our game of poker, he said it was pure luck just because it was made on my birthday. $6 863. That's the total cost."

"So your Italian ?"

I giggled and grabbed two glasses.

"Si signore."

He chuckled and followed me into the living room. I threw myself on the couch and sat upright so I could pour the wine.

"So you've juiced everything interesting out of me. What about you ?"

"The only interesting thing about me is my family I suppose. I have two older siblings and four younger siblings."

"Tell me about them."

"Okay. There's my eldest sister Freya she's 34; 5 years older than me. She's quite sweet but she was more of a long distance sibling for a while.Finn who's 33, we're not especially close. Niklaus or Klaus as he prefers, he's 25 and a menace all of the time consistently getting on my nerves. He's 4 years younger than me. Then Kol who is worse than Klaus, he's the most menacing of us all and an irritatingly common flirt even at 24.My youngest sister Rebekah, 17 and she's always had a flair for the dramatics, always looking for love. Then Henrik, who was 11 when he died. None of us really knew a lot about him except Klaus, he was the closest to him."

I widened my eyes and polished off my third glass of wine already. I put my hand on his, I leant forward a touch to pour more wine.

"I apologise for your loss. But, also for your seemingly irritant siblings."

"It's quite alright."

I grabbed his glass and placed the glasses down on the table and I felt my arm being dragged back and when looking forward, I noticed the close proximity of Elijah and I. Mere centimetres away we sat staring into each other's eyes with curiosity. I couldn't help but feel intimidated by the lingering stare he had on me and also slightly exhilarated. Swiftly our noses touched ever so slightly. It made it impossible to pull away like I probably should have. He leant forward some more making the pressure on our noses more noticeable and so suddenly his small soft lips reached for mine in a gentle peck. Our eyes fluttered closed, overwhelmed from the feeling a small kiss could make us feel. It was a foreign feeling, feeling this way from a kiss.

He gradually moved away a little and looked at me in the eyes. I didn't know what to say. His hands slowly raised and stroked the sides of my face before leaning in and giving me a quick peck. Just after he allowed me to cuddle into his side to watch a movie, I'd put on in the background when we sat down.

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A couple of months later, we are still going strong. Elijah and I actually have the wedding to go to today, we flew out with his brothers unfortunately so we couldn't have much personal time. I am excited about seeing my dress though, I haven't seen it since when I picked the 5 dresses out at that store, I can't even remember what they all looked like.

I opened the bag and I pulled out a beautiful baby blue halter neck dress that will hug my body tightly, no wonder he liked it and of course it was the one with the zip. I actually will need help later now.

I decided to start getting ready and then spotting the lingerie he threw in there as well.

These last few months have been a dream. I have not been this happy for years. Elijah's perfect, yes we have a few differences that haven't been great to deal with but we've made it through and he makes me feel i'm living in my dream.

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I walked out of the bathroom that I was getting ready in to see Elijah drinking a glass of wine on the bed.

"Babe it's 11 am, why are you drinking wine ?"

He jumped up and spat it out on the floor, unfortunately it was red wine. My eyes widened as I saw it immediately stain the floor.

"Lijah ! This is a hotel room, we aren't at home."

He shook his bed and fell on the floor on his knees, eyes still widened.

"Elijah. What's wrong with you, baby ?"

He shook his head and helped me scrub the floor. We are most definitely going to be late for this wedding. As I was squirting soap on the floor I hear a knock. I get up, leaving Elijah on the floor. I open the door to greet the brothers. They walked in and followed me to the bedroom where Elijah was still on the floor.

"Elijah mate, why are you on the floor ?"

He just continued to stare off. They looked at me and I shrugged.

"I don't know what happened. I walked out the bathroom, he spark his wine on the floor. Now we have to explain why we've stained their carpet."

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We are greeting other guests and trying to find my brother. When I spot him he walks over. He hugs me and spins me around.

"God I missed you Y/N !"

"I missed you too Y/B/N, like you wouldn't believe. I would like to introduce you to some people I bought. This is Elijah, my boyfriend and has been for a couple of months now and-"

I introduced Elijah who was back to normal after I gave him a kiss apparently it was because I looked so beautiful. I cut myself off when going to introduce the brothers because when I looked over at them. They were the only two causing trouble, Kol was consistently flirting with married women and Klaus threatening people.

"and that's it. They are NOT with us."

Elijah and I looked at each other and he nodded. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the brothers, grabbing them by the wrists and dragging them over.

"Y/B/N these are Elijah's brothers. Kol and Klaus."

"Nice to meet you all, it's a shame I can't talk more to Elijah. I guess it's hard to talk to him when your sister doesn't tell you about him."

I looked down to the floor and back up innocently.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Right, we need to start getting ready."

"Okay go."

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Flashback

I was sitting nervously on a couch at Elijah's House when he walks in with two good looking gentlemen.

"Y/N my darling, I would like for you to meet my brothers Kol and Niklaus."

"Call me Klaus. All my friends do."

He grabs my hand and kisses it. I blushed hard before most fortunately it disappeared, very quickly.

Kol walks closer and kisses me on the cheek and as he pulls away winks. Unfortunately, the blushed arose. Once again.

"Nice to meet you darling."

They are all insanely charming and flirtatious, it's nerve racking. No wonder, why they have so many female admirers.

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I remember how different the greetings were for me and my brother. They were more chilled with my brother although still mischievous, yet with me it was flirtatious and misbehaving.

I can live with it now though. The flirtatiousness, I get enough from Elijah so I'm used to it. Kol and Klaus now are more comedic in my eyes with their fake sentiments of love for me, annoying Elijah and even bursting into our room after I've taken a shower to see if they scare me enough to drop my towel. Although, that's more Kol.

All I can say is, I'm way more comfortable with them now and I couldn't be happier to know that Elijah and I are going to last, a gut feeling tells me so.

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ok this is the anon who got outed again (we really do need a better name but im not good with names skfkdkskdjfkfk) im curious about your opinion on todays episode and the whole wai thing! i personally am so conflicted because i knew the entire time they were gonna give wai a redemption arc bc this is a thai drama and thats just how they work, but at the same time, like what he did is so genuinely fucked up. jimmy played the perfect character of someone who outed someone else because ive never seen anyone who outed someone not make it about themselves and play the victim. its so weird because im stuck between praising paof for showing how damaging and shitty it is to out someone and criticizing him for giving wai a redemption arc… what do you think?

hey friend!! uhm what about... buddy anon?? 😭 idek i suck at (nick)names too. but ig it could work bc we're talking about bad buddy, but you're like, just a buddy not bad ???? who the hell knows

anyway hello sorry im so late but i didn't have time/energy to watch bb til last night. but okay im a bit conflicted as well. i think outing someone is unforgivable, like you'd need to really put in so much work to be forgiven for something like that. and wai didn't do anything?? he didn't say sorry, didn't feel sorry, painted himself as the victim and demanded PRAN said sorry. idk i am not sure if it was made clear enough that it was wai in the wrong in the whole situation. cause it was all about pran and pat being the bigger people, more mature, trying to get wai to talk to pran and all that... when really it should be like, wai go fuck yourself until you come begging on your knees to be forgiven and be pran's friend again, and then maybe you can still be in his life. i just didn't like that pran and especially pat had to do all this work for what? for a piece of shit who outed them to be okay with them again? like dude (wai) get over yourself and try to think about why pran didn't tell you. LOOK at the way you reacted and tell me you can't see why he hid it from you. seriously wtf.

so in the end, i don't know, i did also expect wai to be redeemed, but if this is really it for that storyline, i am a bit disappointed. if he really had to be redeemed, i wish they'd done it a different way. cause to me this isn't redemption at all. you need to show you're a better person, and for me that just didn't happen with wai. he only came around bc pat got hurt for him. but he didn't show any remorse. so i'm not buying it and fuck wai still.

hope this made sense, and hope you have a good day/night 💙