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in my feelings - tommy shelby
summary; you hate tommy shelby. tommy shelby hates you. from the way he walks to the way he talks, you hate him. and from the same things, he hates you, too. infinitely. imagine your dread when you are put in a position where you are forced to gain thomas’ help.
warnings; smut, angst, enemies to lovers, angry sex, rough sex, piv, and all around dirty fucking filthhhh, oh yeah and a shit tom of cursing☺️
a/n; angsty enemy’s to lovers with tommy shelby?? me thinks yes
PART TWO OUT NOW -
as your father tells you that he has to sell the farm you grew up on, the soil that held so many memories, the land that raised you to be the woman you are today, your heart broke into a million pieces.
because, see, without the land, there would be no places for your horses or other beloved animals to go, meaning you would have to sell them, too.
when the tears began taking a seemingly permanent residency in your eyes, he pulls you into a hug. “no, no, there has to be another way!”
and as the tears stained your fathers coat, he spoke. “there is one thing,”
and that is exactly how you got here. sat across from your mortal enemy since your schoolgirl days, tommy shelby, in his office.
he had that stupid, smug, annoyingly hot, smirk on his face.
“so, you’re telling me, that you need to marry me,” he practically laughed in your face.
“i don’t need to marry you, the farm does. if we get married, then a portion of your income goes to my family. and then, after saving enough, if everything goes right, we can get divorced and we never have to speak again.” you explained.
he nodded. “okay. say i do accept this outrageous proposal, what’s in it for me?”
you figured he may ask that. “my late mothers brother is the chief of police in birmingham. i can make a few calls, get them on your payroll, only without the pay.”
“but i am paying, aren’t i?” he furrowed his eyebrows and nodded once, making a statement more than a question.
he’s a smart man, so you figured he may say that, too. and here came the most humiliating part.
with a sigh, you spoke. “as my husband, you can… have me whenever you want,” you memorized what you were going to say earlier when it came to this, and only spoke from that script.
your voice was low, static, the humiliation of having any emotion in your voice would be too unbearable.
you honestly couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth and apparently, neither could tommy.
you weren’t so bothered by the prospect of fucking thomas, as much as you hated to admit it. it was just knowing that he would definitely hold it over you to the worlds end.
“you’re so desperate to save this farm, that you would let me fuck you whenever i want, however i want? if i pay you? you do realize that’s the definition of whoring?” he was genuinely amused at your proposition.
you scoffed, in disbelief kf his immaturity. “yes, i do realize, thomas. and yes, i really am desperate,”
he seemed to be in thought for a moment before speaking. “and what makes you think i want to fuck you? you’re really so narcissistic?”
you genuinely laughed at this. “you’re one to talk about narcissistic. and you’ll fuck just about anything that moves, i can’t imagine i’d be much of an exception,”
thomas chuckled lowly at this, his face seemingly challenging you. you wouldn’t let yourself be bullied, so you straightened your posture and finally asked. “so?” your voice was flat, almost disinterested.
he stared at your face for a few moments, like he was trying to break past your stoned demeanor.
“alright. we have a deal.” he confirmed. you nodded, fighting back happy tears.
as he held his hand out to shake, you glanced at it once with a silent decline.
“what, you’re ok with letting me fuck you like a whore whenever i want but you don’t want to shake my hand?” he stood, and because you wouldn’t let him have power over you- ironically enough- you stood, too.
“i didn’t realize you were so sensitive, shelby,” you spoke up.
“and i didn’t realize you were so headstrong, shelby,” he enunciated the last word, letting the epiphany set in for you.
oh god, you were going to be a shelby. for at least a few months, you were going to be a shelby.
you tried to make peace with the fact, but the it was just gnawing at you that all of this was plain unfair.
nonetheless, you shook his hand.
—
“what’s she doing here?” arthur’s thick accent sounded throughout the room.
tommy decided it’d be best for you to be there when he informed his family of the arrangement.
“well, brother. that is because she is my soon-to-be wife,” he cut straight to the chase and your eyes widened at his directness
polly nearly spat out her tea, john bursted out laughing, and the whole room was generally in an uproar.
ada, too, was puzzled, but quickly sedated the energy in the room with a loud “shut the fuck up and listen to the man!”
you were sat on a chair next to thomas’ standing body, not speaking.
“you two are getting married? you two? has hell frozen over? can pigs now fly?” john joked, but was serious in his disbelief. and he was right to. it wasn’t a secret that…
it all started in year nine. tommy was a 10th year and obnoxiously ‘cool’. he would hang out with the secondary school boys, sleep with their sisters, and torture anyone who’d let him, and most people did.
he was smart, but so were you, and you would not let him.
you were the only 9th year at the top of a predominantly year 10 class, tommy being a close second.
see, the shelby boy wasn’t used to anybody being better than him in any sense, but you made him get used to it.
he couldn’t stand you. from your way-too-short plaid skirts, to the way your hand would shoot up at every question asked.
he hated how he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you in class when you had your hair tied up in a pretty ponytail, gnawing on the eraser of your pencil, your eyebrows twisting in confusion when you couldn’t figure out an answer on a test.
just looking so innocent.
and most of all, he hated the nights he spent with his hand wrapped around his aching cock, whispering your name to himself like a prayer until he came hot strings of cum all over his heavy chest.
tommy rolled his eyes at his family’s immaturity. “it’s an arrangement. she needs money, and her uncle is the chief of police. we can take the coppers off our payroll,”
he left out a small detail but you weren’t complaining.
“after a few months, we’ll get a divorce and we can forget we ever crossed paths.” you spoke for the first time in the meeting.
the transaction seemed simple enough to most people in the room, and they all seemed to accept it.
“anyone have a problem with it? speak now or forever hold your peace,” he called out to the room, waiting for a potential objection.
and one never came. “alright, family meeting adjourned,” tommy waved everyone out of the room.
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the weeks leading up to the wedding felt like they went on forever.
polly dragged you by your wrist to what seemed like a million different modistes and boutiques, dress shops and spas.
it was exhausting, but in bad there is good.
ada became your closest friend. she was the only person who knew about the other condition to you and tommy’s matrimony.
you were friends even as schoolgirls, despite you and thomas’ disdain for each other.
and now she was your best friend, and you felt inclined to make her your maid of honor.
the hours before the wedding were the worst of it. at least six women were in the room at all time, scrutinizing you to the moon and to saturn. they studied and judged every crevice and line on your face and body.
after being poked and prodded at for forever, it was finally time to walk down the aisle and see your soon-to-be husband.
you were in an over the top, yet elegant gown, the purest color of white you’d ever seen, with a sheer veil covering your face.
you did look quite beautiful, you thought as you looked in the mirror. but you couldn’t help but begin to cry.
you cried because you thought the day you’d see yourself in white would be under much different circumstances. you wanted to marry someone you loved, and for that someone to love you, too. and lord knows, thomas shelby did not love you.
even despite your own feelings for him.
ada came up from behind you in the floor mirror and rested her head upon your shoulder. “you look beautiful,” she spoke, noticing, yet disregarding your tears.
“thank you,” you sniffled. “it will all be okay. i spoke to tommy, he’ll treat you well, i promise,”
her words provided some much needed console to you. “thank you, addy. i wouldn’t have made it had you not been with me. thank you, and love you,” you turned to look at her face.
she just smiled and hugged you. “in less than an hour, we’ll officially be sisters. that should prove some motivation to get your ass down that aisle!” she exclaimed, already tugging on your arm to leave the room and enter the chapel.
you laughed and allowed her to pull you away, long since forgotten your woe.
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“with the power invested in me, i now pronounce you man and wife. you may now kiss the bride!” the priest announced, signaling for you and tommy to get off of your knees and kiss.
as you both rose to your feet, thomas brought his face to yours in a seemingly disinterested kiss, it almost seemed practiced.
it caught you off guard, and caused a deep sadness in your belly, but you shut it down as ada, polly, esme, and all of the female shelby’s came to congratulate you.
you and your new husband were dragged outside to the car, destined for tommy’s estate, where festivities would begin.
the drive was short, and your patience was thinning, as you just wanted this all to be over.
you knew you were in for a long night as people began flooding into your new home.
and like every shelby-hosted event ever, an all-out rager-like party commenced.
thomas would not speak to you. unless, of course, somebody who was none the wiser to your contract would mention how in-love the two of you seemed. then he could not stop smiling at you, holding your waist tight, even sometimes kissing you.
you had never wanted to die more.
you must have drunk atleast eight glasses of champagne by the end of the night, just trying to get through it.
and that is how you spent the rest of the evening. you got through the first dance, you got through the kind old women talking about what an attractive couple you both made, and you got through seeing tommy flirt with other women at his own fucking wedding.
and at last, it finally came time for the party to end. you practically shoved people out of your door, ready to sleep in your no-doubtedly own bedroom.
you knew it was an arrangement, it was a tale as old as time, and yet you still couldn’t help but feel disappointed. nothing went the way you wanted, nothing. and at the end, all you had to show for it was a farm. it was actually kind of hilarious.
a maid hurriedly showed you where you’d be sleeping, and as you walked into the room, you realized it was indeed thomas’, with the way papers were stern all over the desk and the whiskey on the tray beside the bed.
she was gone before you could turn and ask any questions.
you groaned and sat down on the settee across the room from the bed, your dress making it impossible to see your feet as you tried to remove your heels.
your hair was next, pulling the many pins out of the intricate hairstyle.
you were almost out of this nightmare of a dress, before your zipper got stuck. “fuck,” you groaned.
“couldn’t wait for me before you started undressing?” your heard thomas’ deep voice from the door. he was teasing you, obviously, but you really weren’t in the mood for it.
“thomas, i’m tired. you try spending 8 hours in a dress of this size, then see if you want to tease me for trying to get out of it as soon as i can,” you quickly snapped back, and also quickly getting frustrated with the zipper.
he seemed to understand that you were not be messed with at the moment, so all he did was approach you, turn you around by your shoulders, and tug the zipper down until the dress pooled at your feet.
you hurriedly stepped out of it and sighed, feeling like the weight of the world was off of your shoulders.
“thank you, thomas,” you said contently, rubbing your shoulders, not realizing your compromising position.
you were half naked, only covered by your meticulously created and tailored white lingerie, and knee-high white socks.
apparently, thomas’ eyes could not force themselves to your face, because even as you realized his gawking and called him out for being so materialistic, he wasn’t seeming to follow what you were saying.
instead, all he did was walk over to you, place his hands on your waist like his life depended on it, and kissed you deeply, the kind of kissed you yearned for at the alter.
you almost got lost in it, before all the horrible memories of this past night came flooding in. you quickly pushed him away and slapped him right across his perfect cheekbones.
“fuck was that for?” he’s asked as if he was taken aback, yet made no effort to move away from you.
you scoffed with a laugh, but nothing was funny. “you know, i would be surprised had i not known you,”
“what are you talking about?” he seemed as though he was getting mad at you being mad, which you caught and fueled your anger further.
you got up in his face, sticking your finger in his chest and spoke condescendingly to him.
“you know, you could at least wait until after the fucking wedding to start to begin practically sticking your dick in every woman you see!”
“we never agreed on loyalty! that wasn’t part of our arrangement!” his voice began to increase in volume as well.
you glued your eyes to his piercingly blue ones and leaned closer to him. “i hate you, thomas shelby.” you whispered, yet your tone was anything but gentle.
“yeah? well, you can bet i hate you more,” he stood straighter, his height forcing to you look up at him.
the two of you stood there, waiting to see who would break eye contact first. he did, looking down at your lips, but just as quickly, he was right back onto your eyes.
“fuck it,” his thick accent almost growled, grabbing your face and smashing his lips unto yours.
this one was different from the one earlier. that one was a feigned love, a lust. this one was angry, hateful, and sultry.
oh, how you hated him, however his aggression intrigued you, making you kiss back even harder, forcing your tongue into his mouth.
your lips stayed connected as tommy walked you back to his desk.
your tongues fought for dominance and only disconnected for air. he fumbled with his belt before sliding off his jacket and removing his shirt.
he roughly pulled down your panties and unclipped your bra with one hand.
“jump,” he muttered into your mouth. you do so and he catches you, preceding to sit you on the desktop.
tommy runs his middle finger down your slit, collecting the embarrassing amount of wetness from you.
he chucked lowly before gripping your hips and lining his cock up with your entrance. “hate me, huh? i don’t think this cunt quite agrees with you,” he teased, but you were quick to rebuttal.
“i don’t think your dick agrees with your supposed hatred for me, either,” and you were right, his cock was painfully hard.
he suddenly decides he’s tired of teasing and pushes his full cock into you, bottoming out when he feels his tip prod at your gummy wall.
a choked gasp was emitted from you, and it sounded like heaven to thomas. he groaned as he pulled out almost all the way, then slammed into you again.
his speed is relentless, showing no mercy for your unprepared pussy. as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t deny how good it felt.
you wrapped you legs around his hips and tangled your hands in his hair before whispering in his ear, “i fucking hate you, hate you so fucking much,”
his growls were animalistic as his thrusts became more determined. “fuck you,” tommy gritted, right before a long since held in moan fell from his lips.
as much as you hated to admit it, you found your orgasm building in your stomach, the heat becoming unbearable.
“oh, shit, i’m gonna cum, oh my god,” you moaned loudly, your pussy tightening around him.
your release came to you in a hot white flash, your back arching impossibly more, your chest pressing against his, and you were on the very edge of the desk now.
a string of curse words and moans flowed from your lips like chords from a song tommy never wanted to end.
you whined at the sensitivity of your cunt, tommy not ever slowing down. “sh, sh, shhh. i know, i know, doll. i’m almost there, just hold on a little longer,”
soon, his hips met yours in one final, deep, long, thrust as he released bands of warm hot cum into you.
“fuck me, y/n,” he let out an exasperated laugh as he pulled out of you, watching the both of yours ecstasy pour from your abused hole.
“i believe i just did, thomas.”
#tommy shelby#thomas shelby#peaky blinders#tommy shelby x reader#tommy shelby smut#cillian murphy#tommy shelby fanfic#oneshot#kaia writes! 💌#this was sooo fun#i need to write more for him#send asks you guys !!!!#kaia writes tommy
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For the poly fics, I need some recommendations got any? 😭 also how are you?? 🫶
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(cracks knuckles) I got you.
in terms of on tumblr, you've got connected + never have I ever + hot bitch summer (minho centric) + these are all smut.
but for ao3, I got LOTS. are you ready???
complete fics:
games of the heart (smut) (idol au)
red moon (smut) (a/b/o)
inked petals and message tones (non-explicit smut but still pretty spicy) (this fic is my ALL TIME favorite. I've read it so many times, it's SO good) (non-idol au)
stray hybrids (HYBRID AU!!!!!!!!!!!) (this one doesn't contain a lot of romance i'm pretty sure) (but there's a sequel that IS gonna be romance focused but it's in progress)
ongoing:
If I had the chance (fangirl x ot8)
8 is fate (soulmate au)(idol au)
a series of unfortunate events: stray kids (fangirl x ot8)
animals without direction (FANTASY AU!!!!) ( i haven't caught up with this yet so I don't know if smut has happened yet but I know it's eventual smut)
charmer (minho centric. kinda jisung too) (smut)
in too deep (a/b/o) (idol au) (smut)
love stay (idol au) (I love this one so much, I need it to update TT)
pieces of my heart (soulmate au) (idol au)
queen of hearts (idol au)
stray gods (non idol!au) (god!skz) (smut)
tell me i'm alive (OC x ot8) (idol!au) (ok so I know this is an "oc" but it's still easy to imagine yourself in place of her) (this one is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO good!!) (eventual smut)
the perfect fic (idol au) (smut)
their omega (idol au) (a/b/o) (smut)
note that not all of these include skz also being a relationship! ^^
also I have a few just ot8 poly fics with no reader/oc so let me know if you want those! also I tagged things with smut if I know for sure there are smut, some might be eventual smut but hasn't happened yet. ALSO!!! be mindful of tags some of these deal with rough subjects!
ALSO! I'm ok. feeling very. up and down. just...going through a lot.
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Eh ... the answer is so obvious no?
* Cutting the last part because I don't tolerate insults to him☹
Let's admire a REAL boyfriend supporting his love 👇
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I'm not trying to be contrary but I'm genuinely curious why you think Jack would be jealous of Claire rather than follow her around like a lost puppy.
I mean, he might try to be friends at first. Jack likes to style himself as a polite, young fellow, after all. Plus, he appears to be uncomfortable about Jimmy Novak, if you go by the script outlines. There'd be guilt mixed up with everything, too. He has his dad because she lost hers. Claire is someone he'd instantly want to protect.
But Claire is mean as a fuckin' snake, and Jack's feelings aren't iron-clad. He also can tend to get snipey and sassy when pressed, especially if he thinks Claire is doing something dangerous.
For her part, Claire doesn't want to be protected. She wants to show off and be the superior hunter, which of course gets her into trouble.
And well. Jack's never really had to share Cas before. Not like that. I don't know if he'll understand at first why he's so uncomfortable, but he definitely will be.
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Maybe you're right that you'd need one of those serpent tongues around to voice the most uncharitable interpretations of events, in true SPN fashion. This way, Jack's fears and jealousy can get riled up more properly (Claire, on the other hand, doesn't need any help getting riled up).
Instead of a demon or villain of the week to be the mouthpiece, I'd choose Dark Kaia. I mean, Dark Kaia is ruthless and cunning and blunt and cruel...and she tried to skewer Claire. Plus...
REGULAR KAIA IN HER DEBUT: I mean, you picked the wrong bait. I'm not the kind of girl folks come for. In this world, I don't even rank a milk carton. No one is gonna come for me. I'm not white, rich, blonde. No one's gonna fight for me. I don't matter.
Still, regular Kaia fell in love with Claire, even though she was milk-carton gorgeous. But Dark Kaia tried to kill Claire, because Claire was the thing taking her twin from her.
We also understand that Dark Kaia is jealous of Kaia for even having a Claire in the first place, just like she admits to being jealous of her world.
In 15x12, Dark Kaia too sees a beautiful, Claire-like face in a magazine and angrily shoves it across the table. Like regular Kaia, she seems to have hang-ups about the sort of person society seems to "instantly care about."
All that to say, she'd totally be the voice in Jack's ear pointing out the contrasts between how Claire is treated versus how Jack is treated. Look how soft they all are on Claire, how precious she is, how they protect her, etc. etc.
Sorry, that wasn't really your question, was it. The real answer is...because I like the flavor.
Claire is jealous because TFW gives Jack more responsibility; Jack is jealous because they give her less.
It's spicy.
ADDENDUM: If she'd been an active player in the plot, Claire would absolutely volunteer to "Kill Jack Kline...so Cas, Dean, and Sam don't have to." Dark Kaia would agree, and regular Kaia would be looking for a way to save him. If Jack killed Claire, that might be the thing that motivates Cas to act more visibly out of character, similar to how Mary's death pushed Sam and Dean to the brink.
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hey wayli!!! congrats on getting into your dream school you deserve it 🤍 i was just wondering, ik you said close to me updates would be delayed until january so i was just wondering, do you have a rough estimate on when they’ll start up again ? definitely no rush or anything, i js love the story and was wondering 🫶🏽
hi there! thank you so much hehe 💗
i’m actually going to use this ask as a platform to make an announcement: the close to me update schedule is basically going to be ignored for the remainder of the fic. both kaia and i are ridiculously busy this second semester, and updating the fic and art every two weeks is just too much for us right now. im also experiencing a little bit of writer’s block re: ctm, so im not far enough ahead on the chapters to be comfortable posting again just yet 💔
this DOES NOT mean that we are abandoning ctm; we both still love it and the universe that we’ve created! it’s just going to take a little bit longer to finish than we anticipated 💗 thank you (and everyone else) for being patient up until we felt comfortable making this announcement, and we hope to see you all on ao3 again soon!!
#posting this and then throwing my phone and running away#please respect kaia and i 💗💗 thank you#thank you for being so kind and respectful in this ask btw. 🫂🫂 hugs 4 u#asks#💌#🫧🪴#ctm#close to me
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Are you two friends? Family? Mates maybe?
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Ik its a hee fanfic but why am i lowk rooting for sunghoon more 😭
NAURR heeseung's gotta step up his game
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omg we’re compatible 🫣 and if I steal you from your spouses?? /jk jk
yesss we are !! 🙊💙 @ashitshowforalot @tfshouldidohere 👀
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To all Grizzco Employees;
If you have any information on the whereabouts of Employee #728467, also known as Kaia Shirui, please contact HQ immediately.
If you are unable to reach HQ, please contact Roe or Atlas Marin.
[Asks are now open!]
[ @goldenrotations @antifreelancer ]
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Does your OC enjoy holding hands? Or are they too awkward to do this in public? Or possible too clammy?
Amorous Asks!
Kaia is very physically affectionate with everyone, not just partners, so she'll hold hands or link arms in public with any of her friends who are down for it. She does really enjoy going for walks with Aymeric once they're back in Ishgard, sort of as a way to publicly show off that they're together.
Rinkah doesn't really like being touched most of the time. She'll occasionally throw an arm around someone she's really comfortable with, but she's usually walking with her hands in her pockets.
(Old pic, but I still love it. That hair is gorgeous, it was just so bouncy I couldn't stand it for regular use.)
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Your OCs have just made tumblr accounts of their own! What are their usernames, and what things do they blog about?
Good prompt.
Arline Lanes: (I honestly don't know what her user would be) but I think she'd be a quiet lurker mainly, and reblog aesthetic related stuff.
Silas Petersson: I think his username would be something punny like @/thatrocks (which is usually related to music maybe but also could refer to rocks) Also not that active, but would reblog and post stuff related to music and also geology. Maybe the occasional Moomin posts.
Arith: @/werewolf-of-london (similar to if he had an insta)
Doesn't really have original posts often, just likes to reblog stuff. Media, fandom, music, etc. His interests.
Iriel: @/constellation0ftheheart or @/oh-deer
I think she'd create it and then kinda forget about it and only reblog stuff when she remembers it exists. I think she'd mainly reblog stuff about her interests but also occasionally post pictures of the animals she fosters sometimes or her horse.
Kaia: @/salt_and_sugar_babe (same as her insta) I think she would reblog aesthetic fashion stuff and other aesthetic stuff but would also slightly use it as a diary and post about her life. She doesn't care much about people finding out because no one would believe she's telling the truth (and she doesn't have a lot of followers anyway)
Odel: @/cinnamonrollsoul (similar to her insta) Would reblog a bunch of pink aesthetic stuff or cute stuff in general.
Marigold Rosales: @/flowerglass (play on hourglass) Would use it to post pictures of her gardening stuff. And reblog other stuff related to her interests.
Rosie Rosales Maximoff: @/rosieposie or @/duck.duck.rosie (her insta) Would post about (big surprise) ducks and also share her drawings and creative stuff. Also reblogs fandom stuff.
Allison Dahir: @/allie_waves (the same as her insta) Would reblog stuff about rollerskating, iceskating, surfing, and being trans. Also a lot of memes.
Lee Quinn: @/leebeansharkqueen (came up with the user when she was way too young to be on tumblr and still kept it all this time due to nostalgia reasons) It's practically canon that she used to have a tumblr come on now. Such a little fandom queen. Posts about all her favorite fandoms and stuff. Also I'm sure she's dabbled in writing fanfics.
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Could I just have a couple more about some of my favorite OC kids? Kaia and Rosie please? (the headcanon can be about whatever age they are I just said that because they have being fan kids in common)
Of course!! Let's see what I can come up with here
Rosie: Okay, you know how little kids kinda think they're more clever and sneaky than their parents are, even though they're absolutely not? I headcanon that when Rosie first developed her powers, she'd think she was so sneaky by turning invisible to try and sneak cookies/candies from the kitchen... only to get caught every single time, since she's not as quiet as she thinks she is, and Peter can always intervene faster than she can get away with it. I also feel like there was one time, when she was a little older, where she tried to use her invisibility to sneak onto the Blackbird to try and go on a mission with the other X-Men... which didn't really work, since there were two telepaths that picked up on her mental signature real quick
Kaia: She's absolutely the type to buy/miracle flowers for Odel to try and make up after an argument, though not for the reason the average person might think. The flowers always remind Odel of how they got together, and she can never stay too mad at Kaia when she's thinking about that memory. They're... targeted flowers, lol. And she always makes sure to get pink and white lilies in the bouquet too, since they remind her of Odel's wings
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anymore ot8 fic recs pls?? am starving 🤲🤲
you and me both! unfortunately I only have three new ones bc i'm pretty sure i have searched the entirety of ao3 LMAO
a crack in the glass - a/b/o verse + idol!skz + soulmate!au
family matters - a/b/overse
rising star - idol!skz x trainee!reader
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i love it when timmy grabs austin all the time and with the fans. he is so joyful with austin and it seems like austin feels the same. so happy for them! i know you think austin is really with kaia but have you considered they are bearding also?
No I haven't considered it because Austin and Kaia are real and if I have to say I like them . Sorry to put down your ship but they are a real couple 🤷♀️
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Her hand tightened on the sword grips.
Boromir was not dead.
She refused to believe it.
~ Living Proof - the chapter I'm currently revising... :)
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yay kaia! and yay working with rachel again!!!
#also during hot seat when someone asked who i want her to work with before i said maddie ziegler my first thought was fin lol#oracle moment#we will get austin casting news next it will be the power couple effect i am speaking it into existence guys don't worry#kaia gerber
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