#I did not care about cake stands until this morning lol

[so-i-did-this-thing]

Everyone has a Facebook Marketplace "one that got away" and this is mine. 😢

#duck #kitchenware #kitchen #I guess we're only allowed 1 piece of decor with bird feet #I did not care about cake stands until this morning lol

[discodeviant]

HARRINGROVE WEEK, DAY 4: Eighteen | Teen | 2.9k

SURPRISE: The Projection Room at The Hawk 

How Many Candles on the Birthday Cake: 18 years old

Specific Dialogue: “I don’t need another friend.”

Thank you to @shieldofiron for assuring me that the intro didn't suck lol <3 Came from a separate idea I had a while ago and never did anything with, so I hope you enjoy it! 😚

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King Steve…

A burden so heavy that it kept his head down when he was finally single again. Even the freshmen had already been told about him, and they wanted him just as much as the other seniors did. Until October, at least, when they realized just how lame he’d become. But that was high school, and the girls didn’t matter. Nancy didn’t matter; they were still friends anyway, so not all was entirely lost. Steve still had pieces of the crown preserved by Tommy for a while, and then even he turned out to be low, and the king had no subjects.

People weren’t so interesting, then. His best friend was a middle schooler he babysat for 2 hours on weekdays and some Saturdays. Jonathan was an acquaintance at best, someone whose reputation was never high enough to care about it falling lower after his brother had gone missing. He rolled his eyes at the pity thrown his way; if it were Steve, he’d have gone mad. But those days, no one regarded him either, and skipping out on parties doubled his time at home alone to look at himself in the mirror and think he’d lost his charm entirely.

It was February when he looked at Billy Hargrove with more than disdain.

“Hey, man.”

Before, Steve tried not to look at him at all even in the classes they shared, but Billy found a way into his field of view anyhow. He answered the questions that Steve got wrong with just enough edge to keep his attention. He talked too damn much in gym class, and Steve always left with a pulsing headache. He shot spitballs, shoulder checked, knocked Steve down more pegs than he could count—since fucking Halloween.

And then, one day, one cold, sunny Tuesday, he didn’t.

Steve’s heart dropped a little when Billy Hargrove didn’t tease him at their lockers that morning. No spitballs, no shoulder checks, no more pegs. Steve had lost the last piece of his crown to Billy’s silence, and maybe it had never really been there to begin with. He hadn’t slept like a king since the night Barb drowned. In his pool. At his party—his last, artificial little get-together before he was riddled with guilt and nightmares that led him to isolate even more. He wasn’t going to college or getting hitched at nineteen like his parents did, and now he wasn’t even worth Billy’s daily torment. The fall of the king. He felt like a tragedy.

“Don’t wanna deal with Bravo either, huh?”

That was one of many days he’d been weighed down by the dense, foggy storm-cloud in his head. Zoning out since he woke up, voices blending into fuzz and lights making his eyes throb with the dull ache of an oncoming migraine—he skipped History to go outside. Under the bleachers by the running track where no one would see him close his eyes, rest into his palms, remind himself to breathe before he couldn’t. A moment to stop thinking about Billy and all of the reasons why he wasn’t worth Steve’s time either. He was crass and rude and cocky as all hell. His face was too intense when they made eye contact, that smile too wide when he shoved Steve into the the gym-mat wall. Billy played with his hair too goddamn much, and Sometimes Steve wondered what it felt like. No one had curls like that in Hawkins.

Somehow it turned out that his innermost demons had gone to haunt him anyway when he recognized that golden glint through the cracks of the stand. He stood and peered through, careful in case Billy noticed his presence because the guy seemed to have a nose for him. For a second, Billy looked over towards the bleachers, but his head turned back around. He scanned the track, walking quickly with a force in his step that Steve had only seen him with a few times. His fists clenched, and he tossed his bag on the ground by the starting line. Kept his jacket on to stay warm. Stretched a little. Took a deep breath. Ran like hell.

Steve’s head throbbed even worse looking out in the sun. Suddenly he was burning up even in the cold. Billy hadn’t changed out of his gym clothes, still in green shorts and a sweaty t-shirt. He held a steady pace but remained tense for a while, past the bleachers where Steve pulled back into the shadows so as not to be seen. His heart thrummed. Billy’s frame shrunk in the distance the further he went around the curve, then closer when he came back for a second lap. Steve dipped back and leaned forth again. It was too hot. He was too hot, and he had too much energy. Billy hadn’t seen him all day, so maybe he wouldn’t notice then either.

Steve thought he was right when Billy didn’t answer him. “I, uh—honestly didn’t really… get what the book was saying last night. You know, I… I start reading, and it just… poof!” It was harder to run in jeans than if he’d also stayed in his gym clothes, but it wasn’t his plan to follow Billy down the track in a sprint before matching his speed. Billy glanced over his shoulder for a moment before turning it back ahead of him, and still nothing, but he noticed. His fists relaxed, and Steve took that as something. “I don’t know. I guess I’m bored of American history. Rather go back to world—“

“Why are you following me, Harrington?” Billy asked, and Steve nearly stopped in his tracks.

“Well, I wasn’t, first of all. I got here first.” Billy slowed to let him catch up, and they ran side-by-side. “Besides, you haven’t said anything, like, all day. It’s weird.”

“Why, you miss me bugging you that much?”

Steve said, “You wish,” and looked over at Billy to see that his face remained unchanged. Tight lips, flared nostrils, sweat on his temple. He just grunted and stayed quiet for a while.

A full lap later, he finally spoke again, more audibly out of breath this time. “I don’t need another friend, you know.”

Steve huffed and rolled his eyes, and maybe it stung a little. He couldn’t be sure that Billy had any when his sister even rejected to spend more time with him than she had to. “Never said I wanted to be your friend.” Maybe he should have stayed under the bleachers. For the first time, Billy’s gaze blinked down, and his fists tightened just long enough to crack the knuckles in his thumbs. “Do you want me to go? I’ll leave you alone.”

“I didn’t say that.”

So Steve kept running.

When they reached Billy’s jacket again, he finally stopped, and Steve doubled over to catch his breath. “Fuck, thank god.”

Billy laughed, patted his back, and asked, “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, fine—“ he said, straightening his back and stretching his shoulders, unintentionally pushing away the only gentle touch Billy had ever given him. For some reason, Billy stayed.

“Sure?” he asked, straight-faced again, looking so deeply into Steve’s eyes that he thought Billy was trying to pry something out of him. “You can say no.” The faintest hint of a smile pulled on Billy’s top lip—hardly enough to notice, but Steve did anyway. This time he was the one with no words. “You, uh… wanna get out of here?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s… yeah.”

So they took Billy’s car through Hawkins and around the next town, nowhere to go, no one to stop them. Billy smoked with the window down, still opting for silence over conversation, but Steve found that he didn’t mind his music so much when it backed the open road.

“What were you doing out there?”

“Hm?” Billy glanced over at him, cig in his mouth, eyebrows arched. “Out where?”

“The track. It’s fucking cold.”

He shrugged. “Clearing my head.”

“Did it work?” Steve asked at the cost of another scrutinizing glance. A little softer this time, but maybe his eyes were deceiving him.

“Mostly.”

“Did I ruin it?”

Billy smirked then, and Steve slouched with relief. “Nah.”

—

“You didn’t tell me it was your birthday.”

They’d been doing this thing for a while by then. Being not-friends because Billy didn’t need any, and Steve didn’t want to be his friend anyway. Meeting at the bleachers during class, running in silence, driving, listening, thinking instead of talking out loud. It was nice. They still weren’t friends.

“Was I supposed to?” Billy looked good with the single strip of sun over his face and in his eye when he blinked it away. His eyelashes shimmered brighter than his hair, richer than any gold Steve had ever seen. Smoke between his fingers that he let fizzle out more than he dragged. Maybe people weren’t interesting, but they weren’t Billy Hargrove. They didn’t give him the time.

“I mean. I don’t know. Could’ve got you something,” he said, and Billy smiled, laughing from his nose.

“King Steve wants to give little old me a birthday present.” Then he did take a drag. The hue on his face reminded Steve of their drive two weeks before, when they stayed out late because neither of them had kids to look after. Billy had kissed him and regretted it. Gotten shy before he decided to, even more so after it happened—when Steve wanted to talk about it, to ease the fear in his eyes with assurance that he liked it, that he wanted it again. He thought Billy would ignore him after that, but he showed up at the track like always.

“Friends usually do that,” Steve said, quiet, afraid that Billy would… leave?

“We friends, Harrington? You change your mind?”

He sighed. “No.” Billy passed him the cigarette and let him take a long, slow puff, not looking away even when Steve’s attention was on his lips. “Let’s catch a movie or something.” He handed it back.

“What movie?”

“I don’t know. Does it matter?”

“If we’re gonna see a movie, I’d rather not hate it.”

“We’ll see what’s playing. Come on.” For a moment, Billy didn’t move even when Steve stood up and fixed his jeans. So Steve leaned over with practiced hesitance, a special blend of careful and domineering just for Billy. This was something he had to take initiative on, so he did without second guessing himself. Billy accepted the gesture, allowed Steve to hold his hand, bring him to his feet and squeeze before they let go to head back to the parking lot. They drove their cars individually to the theater and met back up inside.

The ticket boy waved them in without a word, and Steve paid for their concession, much to Billy’s displeasure. “Not on your birthday,” he said, letting Billy roll his eyes all he wanted, knowing he wouldn’t change his mind. One bucket of popcorn, two drinks, a big bag of M&M’s, and Billy was ready to find a couple of back row seats on the off chance that Steve would hold his hand again, but the pull on his jacket kept him from going through the door. “This way.”

“What?”

“I help the owner out on weekends sometimes. Which means… free tickets, food discounts, and…” They walked through a door marked for employees. “Exclusive seats.” Billy went through with a questioning eye but didn’t ask where they were going. One short flight of stairs later, Steve was knocking on another door that opened not a few seconds later.

“Steve!”

“Hey, Marsh,” he said, letting Marshall—owner of The Hawk—pat him on the arm in greeting. “Got room up here?”

“Of course. Show’s starting in about ten minutes, then I’ll be out of your hair.” So Marshall let them in, and Billy’s attention was immediately on the window that looked out over the auditorium. About a third of the seats were filled with people who didn’t think twice about anyone putting the movie on for them, eating and talking until the lights would dim. “Cool, huh?” Marshall asked him, and he nodded with that nervous-excited face he wore sometimes that Steve liked just as much as all his other faces. Maybe not as much as when he smiled, really smiled, but that was a rare sight to see.

Ten minutes later, Marshall left with the request that Steve keep an eye on the film, which he promised he would. He and Billy sat in the two chairs, watching from their special view, taking turns eating out of their bucket—which sat on the desk—and remaining quiet for a while longer. Steve watched Billy more than the movie, and there were a few times when he’d caught Billy’s eyes looking back at him before they flicked to the screen again. The one time they remained on Steve, he asked, “What are you looking at, Harrington?”

“You,” Steve said, unashamed, whispering like they were in the audience.

“How many chicks have you brought up here, huh?”

“What makes you think I have?”

Billy faltered, eyes wide open as Steve ate another few pieces of popcorn with a grin that didn’t hide how much he enjoyed the moment they were sharing. All of their moments since Billy showed up in his dreary little town, all fire and burning rage that he let go of when they kissed two weeks ago. Steve said, “Chicks get the back row,” and wiped his hand on the knee of his jeans. “But, to be honest with you, I haven’t had a date in months.” Then, again, he reached for Billy’s, slipping his fingers between the gaps and rubbing his thumb along the back. “I come here to clear my head.”

Billy leaned closer and asked, “Does it work?” though Steve had a feeling the question ran deeper than that.

“Mostly,” he said, because all the times he cleared his head let Billy remain front and center.

“Am I ruining it?”

“Nah,” Steve told him, soft gaze peering into one that was hesitant and frightened, ready to bolt at any sign of deception that never came. “You’re the one thing I keep up there.”

“Steve…” Billy was already a nose away, having moved closer against his better judgment, chasing his heart that Steve had lassoed and reeled in so, so long ago.

“C’mere,” he said, whispered so softly that Billy could only hear because of how quiet everything else had gone. But he listened, and he leaned in closer, into Steve’s hand that found its way to his cheek and his hair. Steve kissed him first then, short and salty and buttery and still the sweetest thing he’d tasted in his life.

“Steve,” Billy said again, near-silent into another kiss that lasted longer, that Steve made sure would last until he knew it was real.

“Billy…” He was out of breath, hand gripping Steve’s tighter than ever. “I really like you, okay? I do.” Even speaking, their mouths didn’t separate, and they couldn’t hardly open their eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“What the hell does that mean? Yes, I’m sure.” Steve couldn’t help chuckling. He pressed his forehead to Billy’s, feeling that golden curl trapped between them, scalding like it would imprint on his skin just the same as every other part of Billy that had already. His gaze, his voice, his touch no matter how rough and daunting. They made Steve so weak to recall every morning and night, every time he closed his eyes, all over his body inside and out.

“Not just saying that ‘cause it’s my birthday, are you?” he asked, and Steve shook his head, rubbed his thumb along Billy’s cheekbone and curled his fingers in his hair.

“You’re a goddamn catch. How couldn’t I?”

Billy laughed, and Steve leaned back to watch that smile come and go, trying to hide itself away. “I’m an asshole.” Steve shook his head again.

“I don’t know, you’re pretty sweet to me.”

He blushed, and Steve liked to think he was the only person who could make him. “Sometimes.”

“More than you think.”

The longer they sat together in the dark, the deeper their kisses became, and the closer they sat. Billy was damn near in his lap by the time he had to work the projector, shaky and out of breath but still without a hitch.

“You should come over,” Steve said once he was done with the film, leaning down over the back of Billy’s chair and wrapping his arms around broad shoulders. He played with the buttons of Billy’s dress shirt, doing them up one by one and deliberately brushing his fingers against his chest.

“I gotta pick up Max at nine.” His head leaned back against Steve, eyes closed, forgetting where they were with a hot breath against his ear.

“And I’ve got cake mix that’s not gonna bake itself. Come on, let’s go.” Steve kissed his neck, his cheek, then walked back around to take his hand and stand him up. One last kiss to his mouth before they left for their cars again, on the way to Steve’s house where they still, after all this time, couldn’t just be friends.

#harringroveweek #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #steve x billy #one shot #fanfic #.discowrites #ao3

[honeybeewhereartthee]

AIRA Shiratori x Baker! Blogger! Reader

Connected to this story || Reader is known as MC, you work as a Chief in ES. But your a hyper realistic sweet content creator. This supposed to be posted after that baker! Reader x Niki lol.

It's supposed to be a normal day for you with empty hall. Waiting for customers but somehow there is this person who's setting in that one chair across five tables away from the place your standing at in the counter, looking through the menus and looking up to you every now and then. Your only out of your paradise because no one is with you since Shiina Niki is still don't arrive for his shift.

Since you have nothing to do, you went back to your kitchen to grab some cookies you premade earlier this morning and some icing to design some cookies to pass the time. When you return from the kitchen and stare up from your stuff, you notice the person is now four table across you. You thought its odd but let it be.

While piping some icing to create the design of the cake with reference at hand. You don't notice that the person have cross one table and now three table away from you until you look up again.

MC: what is this? A horror movie ?

But this is real life and that person probably just felt awkward being alone and thinking what to get from the menu. So you went back to piping another design again which is inspired by your number one viewer. RaveyLoVeIdOls4LiFe who have a pfp of the idol unit "alkaloids" logo.

"owahhhh. Your really that content creator??!" You heard someone says, you look up and saw the customer is now in front of you looking at you while designing some cookies with sparkling eyes.

"... Ahm. Yes? Can I help you?" You felt happy someone recognize you but somehow your being stared like your one of the idols of ES which is an overstatement.

"D-do you do sell c-custom cookies? C-can I buy one?🥹" He shyly look at you as he fidget with his finger. You thought about it. You don't think everyone have a budget that supposed to be spend on self pleasure like cookies and the SS is coming up soon too.

"No." You says and saw disappointment in his eyes. "You can request it for free." You added which made him instantly happy.

"REALLY? YOU SURE?" Beaming with glee he almost jump up and down from happiness.

"Yes, you could give some to your friends afterwards if you can't eat all of it." You says with a smile. Idols sometimes don't eat too much sweets because of diet or something, his probably one of those idols who care for that too.' you thought as you ask him which design he wanted.

"C-can I request alkaloid cookies?" He then show you chibi design of the said unit, you saw one of them look like him.

"oh! So your name is Aira? Nice to meet you!" You says as you saw the name under the chibi.

"H-how did you k-know..!?!" His face show both shock and bashfulness. "Well, I saw you name in the chibi. That's you right?" You wanted to jested him but you don't want to bully the guy. He seems too nice to be bullied by you.

"O-oh right! Yes I'm aira Shiratori! Member of alkaloid! Ease watch my unit live!" He introduced himself to you. You smiled and did the same. "-- will I would! Through I'll do it when I'm free from kitchen duty!" You and him chat as you make cookies he requested.

at the middle of the chat you ask him if he want to appear in your blog and you'll pay him for it since he is an idol after all. After being surprised by your request he agree but he needs to change his cloths first.

so you waited for him to come back but he seems to brought along some friends, he brought his whole unit with him and they appear in your vlog. you did what you say and paid them.

You smiled as you posted the video, and realize some idols really seems like nice people to talk too.

#ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstar x reader #aira Shiratori x reader #aira Shiratori #alkaloid

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

211 of 2023

Created by bobbideanweekend

BASICS. What do people usually call you?

Jelle.

Is it your first name?

No, it’s just a nickname.

How tall are you?

180 cm, could be more.

How many candles were on your cake this past birthday?

I’d say 32, except that I puy just a piece of cake and stick one candle on it.

What's your natural hair colour?

Brown.

Do you wear glasses or contacts?

Glasses, my vision is poor.

Are you comfortable with your body?

No. I’m almost underweight and I wish my weight was even lower.

Do you like how you look most days?

When it comes to my style, yeah.

Do you like your eye color?

It’s pretty boring as well, but I like it more than my hair colour.

FRIENDSHIPS. Would you say that you're popular?

Kind of.

Do you have a best friend?

More than one.

Has someone ever violated your trust?

Yeah, I cut contact with him.

Do you forgive others easily?

Not everyone.

Where did you meet your best friend(s)?

At work.

Do your friends like the same kind of music as you?

No, definitely not. XD

Have you lost a close friend recently?

A few years ago.

When was the last time you saw a friend?

Today.

Do you prefer to have a lot of friends?

I prefer to have real friends.

ROMANCE. Do you get annoyed when asked about your personal life?

Depends on who is asking. If it’s a stranger, then yes.

Are you currently single?

No, I’m married.

Do you prefer being single or taken?

I don’t prefer anything. Relationship happened, so I do my best to take care of it.

How old were you when you had your first kiss?

22.

Do you ever want to marry?

I’m married already.

Are you saving your virginity until you get married?

I don’t care about such things. I’m not into sex anyway.

Do you currently have feelings for someone in particular?

Yeah, my husband. Kind of also M., but I deal with it.

If so, discribe them:

Short, fat, dark hair and eyes. Brilliant personality. (Lol I can’t even, spelling mistakes lol)

Would you say that you've been in love with someone?

I answered this question in the previous survey.

MUSIC. Is music important to you?

Very much so.

What kind of music do you most enjoy?

Metal (particularly djent and sludge), electronic (particularly EBM and futurepop), and Dutch hip hop.

Have you ever been to a real concert?

Yeah, but it’s not my cup of tea.

If so, who have you seen?

Local bands you have no idea exist.

Do you enjoy live music?

Not really.

Do you have a favorite song?

Nah. I like too many songs.

If so, what is it?

Not gonna make a long list nobody wants to read.

Is there any genre you truly cannot stand?

Dubstep. I just don’t see the point of it.

Do you have a favorite band/musician?

I have some I like more than others, but typically I like a couple of songs from many artists.

If so, who?

Do these questions really have to be separated? It’s getting on my nerves.

Is there any certain songs you listen to when you're upset?

Yeah, there are.

If so, what are they?

Not gonna bother answering that.

Are you a musician yourself?

No, I’m not.

If so, what do you play?

Seriously?

TODAY. How did you feel when you woke up?

Sleepy.

Do you feel the same way now?

Kind of.

If not, how do you feel currently?

Meh. This survey is so tiring.

Did you eat breakfast this morning?

I always do. I take five different meds at the morning.

Do/did you have plans for today?

I was at work, later I’m gonna go to my physiotherapist.

If so, what were they?

Just said. Can’t you ask it in one question?

Did today go well for you?

It’s afternoon, but it was great so far.

What would you change about today?

The weather. It’s fkn cold.

Is there anything you're avoiding doing?

Cleaning, kind of. I should do it, but I don’t have time.

What are you gonna do after this survey?

Go to my physiotherapist.

EXPERIANCES. Have you ever left the country?

I’ve been to six countries in total, guess.

If so, where'd you go?

Belgium (lol I count microtravels, too), France, Netherlands, Germany, Denmark, Poland.

Have you ever done any drugs?

No. Not my cup of tea.

If so, what did you think about it?

To each their own, but I couldn’t be with someone who is an addict.

What's your favorite memory?

Being home without our parents, chilling, my sister making sandwiches. Just a normal Saturday morning.

Do you ever wish you were doing more with your life?

Sometimes. But now I do a lot.

What's one thing you wish to do before you die?

I want to be immortal.

What's something you find thrilling?

Life.

Have you made the "wrong" decisions in life thus far?

Some, but it’s normal.

Do you have any regrets?

No, I don’t. It’s pointless.

What would you say life is about, for you?

I still don’t know.

What's something you've done that you think more people should experiance?

Travel.

Would you say your life is pretty good?

Except major health problems, yes.

#survey #categorised survey #q&a survey

[mrs-ben-kenobi]

A Grand Gesture

Day 23: Proposal

Luke Skywalker x female reader

Word count: 1k

Note: Pretend this isn't 3 days late lol (I'm so behind on this challenge). This is some sappy, tooth-rotting fluff, so you have been warned.

You couldn't get over how different your life was now that you didn't have to constantly fight for it. Did you still face a threat here and there? Yes. But that's just what came from spending all your time around Luke Skywalker. And you were okay with that trade-off. Still, there was this new sense of normalcy in your life now that had been sorely lacking before, and sometimes it felt weird after spending the past few years on your toes, ready to run or spring into action at the first sign of danger. But it was a good weird. Because instead of spending your day blasting Imperials, you were out with your friend Leia, taking the day to just unwind together, catch up, and get a break from New Republic politics.

The two of you had actually gone to a boutique to shop for no reason other than because you could. You ended up finding this dress that was quite frankly, well, perfect on you, and Leia insisted you get it--even offered to buy it for you herself. You had no idea why but just went with it, assuming it was just her having fun finally getting to act like a princess again instead of a commander of soldiers. You stayed out together until the early evening before you headed back to your and Luke's place. You invited Leia in, but she suddenly claimed to have some other engagements she had to take care of. So you bid her goodbye and entered the apartment alone. Honestly, the whole ordeal struck you as a bit odd; first, how adamant Luke had been that morning about you going out with his sister, and then her rushing away after the two of you had practically spent the whole day dawdling. But maybe you were just seeing things that weren't there.

Or maybe not, you thought as you walked into the unexpectedly dim space to find Luke standing by the dining table with a candlelit dinner all laid out upon it.

"Luke, what is all this?" you asked, surprised.

"It's dinner."

"I see that. You made all this?"

"I tried. I can't vouch for how it'll taste though."

"You once told me there was no trying; just doing or not doing."

"Well, there might be an exception in this case."

"Well, it certainly all looks amazing," you said as you eyed what looked like roast queg with some sort of red glaze.

"So do you," he said, coming up to greet you properly with a kiss.

He led you over to the table and pulled out a chair for you. Grateful you were still donning your new, overpriced dress, you got settled, looking at the fancy set-up and impressive spread of food before you in amazement. Luke went around to sit in the chair across from you. You were a little perplexed by all of it, to be honest; Luke never did things like this. At least, not on this scale. But it's not like any of you had actually had time or opportunities for romantic gestures until recently.

The meal turned out to be quite tasty. You had no idea what Luke had been talking about; apparently he knew perfectly well what he was doing. It was all delicious, from the queg to the herb-and-ale dressing on the Ferroan spinach salad. So on top of everything else, he was a good at cooking too, as if all the other things weren't enough.

"So this is why you practically threw me out of the apartment this morning," you said after a sip of wine.

He smiled sheepishly. "Yeah. Sorry about that. I had to get you out of here so I could started on all this. I wanted to surprise you."

"Well, mission accomplished. This is all so amazing."

"I'm glad you think so."

The two of you continued to talk and enjoy each other's company as you shared the meal. But by the time you got to dessert, which turned out to be your favorite, harmonberry cake, you started to notice that he almost seemed to be getting nervous about something. It wasn't like him; he had become so much more confident and sure of himself since he had become a bonafide Jedi. But suddenly it was like he was that naive boy on Tatooine again.

"Luke? Are you okay?"

"What? Yeah. Of course. I'm great." He took a deep breath and you heard him mutter, "Okay," to himself as if he was psyching himself up for something he was about to do. It only took him a second to collect himself before speaking again. "Y/N," he began in a formal tone that just made you confused as to where this was going, "we've been through a lot together, and so much has changed since we were just those kids on Tatooine. But the one thing that's remained constant is you. You've always been there for me. And I realize that I'd never be where I am today without you. I'd have never made it through the past few years if you hadn't been there by my side through it all."

You hadn't been expecting him to pour his heart out to you like he was. His words were touching you so deeply. If it went on any more, you were about to start getting emotional.

He continued. "I love you. I've always loved you. And if I'm sure about anything, it's that I want to spend forever with you. So, Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Your eyes were wide. Your heart felt like it was pounding out of your chest. You were utterly stunned. And filled with a resounding amount of pure love, admiration, and joy.

When you regained your ability to speak, only one word would come out.

"Yes."

A smile spread across your face as the enormity and significance of his question and your answer sunk in. "Yes!"

You jumped up from your seat to throw your arms around him, and he got up with you, scooping you up into his embrace and lifting you off the ground. You rejoiced in the moment together. He pulled back from you a little only to pepper you with excited kisses, starting with your cheek and ending on your lips, where it became passionate and drawn out as you kissed him back fervently. Words couldn't express how happy you felt. You were overjoyed, standing there in your dining room in the arms of your favorite person, kissing him like you were. And you would get to call that wonderful man, Luke Skywalker, your husband. Not Luke Skywalker, the Jedi who saved the galaxy. Just your Luke, who you had known forever, who you had been with through it all. You were going to marry your best friend.

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The Innkeeper's Daughter

Thank you sooooo much to @fandom-blackhole who let me take inspiration from This Ask for the original Anon and This follow-up Ask from me, and let me run wild with the premise of Pero Tovar falling in love with an innkeeper.

This one is for @silverwolf319 who sent me a request for "Ummmm...how about soft, sweet filthiness lol like, filthy dirty talk, but with feelings? Does that make sense?"

Saaaammmmm, I hope this delivers on that! 💜💜💜

Update: Part 2 is here!

Word count: 3200+

Rating: mature, 18+ only

Outline: Pero Tovar x “You” (OC cis/het female reader, “blank canvas”/no physical description/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: mature language; euphemisms; one use of “whorehouse” and “whore”; slow-burn; yearning; one incident of bar violence; Pero Tovar unleashing his desires verbally; lots of dirty talk; kissing; one breast grope; one erection; everyone’s clothes stay on

The first time you saw the grumpy Spaniard smile was a busy Saturday evening. Your father’s inn was full, the barroom filled with groups of raucous and rowdy men singing traveling songs and reminiscing loudly about battles won and women lost. The contrast between the exuberant hordes and the quiet, scowling man was evident to everyone, but they left him alone to brood.

“The Spaniard” had arrived in the early hours of Thursday morning and disappeared into his room immediately, sleeping the day away until supper. He kept to himself in the barroom, taking over a small table in the corner, keeping his back to the wall and his eyes on the other guests. He graced you with eye contact exactly once during Thursday’s supper, nodding at you to indicate his thanks for the ale before tucking his head back down to eat.

You knew from your two decades behind the bar that the quiet ones could sometimes be dangerous. But your father was much more concerned with the inn’s revenue and suppliers, and brushed off your questions with a wave.

“The Spaniard is quiet and doesn’t seem interested in starting trouble. He’s paid for his room in advance for the week. If he wants to be left alone, leave off.”

The Spaniard did not appear on Friday for the midday meal, but he did come back for late supper, repeating Thursday’s pattern exactly; a seat at the small table with his back to the wall, scanning the room from under his brow, a flash of eye contact to you as wordless thanks when you set down his plate and and the ewer of ale. The rest of the customers were settled for the moment, and something made you bolder than you would normally be, choosing to linger and try to break into the hard shell he wore like a cloak.

“Care for anything else? I have honey cakes set aside from the baker if you would like one.”

He grunted, a noise that was neither a yes nor a no. You weren’t sure if you should take offense or be happy that he made noise at all.

“What’s your name?”

He stopped chewing at that, and raised his eyes to yours, holding your gaze with his own deep brown orbs. The scar that ran over one eye was almost delicate, tracing a line from eyebrow to cheek that told a story of pain and must have resulted in him nearly losing the organ. You had seen many men disfigured and maimed by war and by accidents; but his scar was almost beautiful, highlighting his features in a way that made him more handsome, not less.

He swallowed roughly and grunted again. “Tovar.”

“Tovar… is that all?” You smiled wryly, hoping to pull more secrets out of him.

“Pero.” He grunted again, but this time it nearly resembled full speech. “Pero Tovar.”

He tucked his head back down and shoved more food into his mouth. You took that as your cue to go back to the bar. If he was staying all week you could wait until Sunday when things quieted down, spend a few days slowly probing. You got the sense he wasn’t dangerous, at least not to whoever brought him food and ale. You let yourself be distracted serving everyone else, and when you looked for him at the end of the night he was gone. You tried to ignore the little pang of disappointment that bloomed in your chest.

Saturday dawned clear and sunny, and you rose early to do the marketing for the inn and for your little household of two. Your mother had passed many years before, and your father prided himself on running an honorable establishment. You may have spent your formative years behind the bar of the inn, but nobody in the village mistook you for anything save an honest innkeeper’s daughter. The whorehouse was at the other end of town.

You finished your marketing and returned home, planning how to combine fresh eggs with leftover bread and meat for the midday meal. Most guests of the inn came for the late supper, but a few showed up for the midday meal and some companionship. You hoped Tovar would be one of them, but given that he had skipped the midday dinner on both Thursday and Friday, you didn’t dare hope too much.

To your great surprise, Tovar was already in the barroom when you arrived. He was dressed casually in tunic and pants and was standing on a table under the main beam, helping your father reattach the lantern. The chain had been broken for a few weeks, leaving this part of the room dark. Neither you nor your father had made time to obtain a ladder and fix it yet, but apparently for Tovar no ladder was needed. His tall frame was stretched up, arms raised to reach for the chain dangling from the ceiling, and his tunic lifted just enough to show a band of bare skin over his hips. The sight of him nearly made you drop your baskets.

You recovered your senses and looked away, greeting your father as naturally as you could. When you lifted your eyes to greet Tovar, you swore you saw the ghost of a smirk cross his lips. You hurried to the kitchen to prepare the midday meal.

When you dared to return to the bar, your father had gone, and Tovar was seated at his usual table. He lifted his eyes quickly to your face and you found that you could barely speak. Your words emerged in a breathy rush. “Are you hungry? Would you like to eat now?” You cursed your nerves and tried to settle them. Where were the other guests? Why was nobody else coming down to the bar?

Tovar looked at you sternly from under his brows and you suddenly felt like a child, caught for doing something naughty. But his next words made something in your middle turn over, fluttering like a moth.

“No. Sit with me a while.”

You sat. You were not accustomed to taking orders from strange men in your father’s establishment, but you rationalized it by telling yourself that attending to guests was good for the inn’s reputation, and that you would spring up and take care of any other guests as soon as they entered. You ignored the little whisper of lust that was suddenly at the base of your spine, tickling up like a trail of smoke from an extinguished candle.

“Tell me your name, woman.”

His question shocked you, until you realized that you hadn’t yet given it to him, and apparently neither had your father during their repair work. You opened your lips and spoke your own name, and under Tovar’s intense gaze it felt strange and foreign. He repeated it back to you in his sonorous tone, turning the fluttering moths in your center into lightning bolts.

“Are you enjoying your stay with us? Is there anything you need for your room?”

That half-smirk graced his lips for another moment, then passed away so quickly you were almost sure you imagined it. He shook his head, “No.”

You let the silence hang. Why had he asked you to sit with him if he wasn’t going to converse? Your stubborn streak won out over your curiosity and you decided to hold his eyes with your own and wait him out. Seconds stretched into minutes, and the air between you became heated, suffused with something like the vapors that distorted the air above a fire. Your hands grew moist, and you rubbed them across your lap, hoping the apron would absorb both the sweat and your discomfort. Tovar continued to look at you with interest, and the longer he stared the more you felt your face burn.

You broke first, bending your head and taking in a great shuddering gulp of air. Just then a footstep fell on the threshold and you leapt out of your chair and swept into the kitchen. When you calmed yourself and finally emerged, Tovar was gone. You let yourself get entwined in the gossip and the rhythm of your normal serving of guests, listening to the friendly chatter. By the time the bar was clear again, you decided to take yourself up to your room and rest, to conserve your energy for the busy Saturday night crowd. Saturday late supper consisted of cold leftovers and mug after mug of ale. The crowds were usually boisterous but good-natured, and you were looking forward to seeing Tovar again.

When you woke from your nap the sun was kissing the horizon, and you freshened your dress, changing into one of your nicer ones and a fresh bodice, tying a clean apron around your middle. You scrubbed your face with a wet cloth and rearranged your hair. You felt like a maiden heading to the altar, but you weren’t sure why. Nothing that Tovar had said or done so far gave you any indication that he favored you that way. There really was no need to change into clean clothing or present yourself in any special garments. Still… there was that hope, that whisper of lust that had sprung up under his gaze this afternoon. Maybe he would notice your efforts and begin to take an interest.

You entered the bar and began getting ready to serve the Saturday night crowd, handing around ewers of ale and plates of cold buns and cheese. The inn not only had a dedicated stream of locals every Saturday, but it also tended to draw groups of visitors from some of the smaller towns, as well as travelers on the road who needed a room for the night. You tried to keep your eyes on your work, but they kept flitting to the doorway without your permission, seeking any trace of the grumpy Spaniard and flickering the hope in your gut when they didn’t see him. As the barroom filled, you wondered whether he would appear at all. You pushed all hope of seeing him down, stomping on it and trying to keep yourself focused.

You hurried to the kitchen for another round of buns, and when you emerged into the bar he was there, sitting at “his” table and scowling his usual scowl. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, and you felt your face heat with desire. When Tovar saw you his face opened, and the first genuine smile you had ever seen painted his lips. The rest of the raucous room fell away, and you zipped straight to his table, depositing the plate of buns that had been intended for someone else.

“Hello Pero.” You bit your lip, never having addressed him with his name before. Was it too forward?

“Hello, mi-” he stopped himself, then said your name, almost reluctantly. Had he forgotten it in the few hours since you had seen each other last?

You smiled tightly, a little less warmly than before. Icy flakes swept over your girlish crush and your ardor cooled. If he had already forgotten your name, he must not be interested. “Ale?”

He nodded. “Yes… if you please.”

Your thin layer of ice melted. A “please” from this man was like high praise from anyone else. You nodded and went to the bar, filling an ewer and a mug, and delivering both to his table. You wanted to linger, but calls from the other side of the room interrupted any notion of getting to spend more time with Tovar.

You nodded once at him and departed, taking care of the other guests and helping your father lug another barrel of ale from the back. Every time you dared glance at Tovar he was watching you, gentle interest and curiosity issuing from his eyes, instead of the menacing scowl he had sported when he first arrived. You tried to focus on your usual tasks, letting the rowdy laughter of the bar patrons wash over you, but you could feel Pero’s eyes on you, and you couldn’t stop yourself from glancing at him again and again, far too often. Your distraction was probably the reason that disaster struck.

Your eyes were again on Pero as you made your way across the room, and your toe caught the edge of someone’s foot, causing you to stumble and spill a mug of ale all over a large man. He bellowed in anger. You saw that he was a stranger, and as he unfolded himself from his chair and stood up, you could see that he was twice as broad as you and nearly two heads taller. The ale soaked his tunic and dripped onto the floor.

Before you could open your mouth to apologize, the man raised his hand to strike you. Suddenly his furious face crumpled into pain. He fell to his knees in front of you, the raised arm now twisted behind his back. As his knees hit the floor, Pero’s face materialized behind the man’s shoulder. Pero’s trademark scowl was directed at the back of the man’s head as he hissed instructions to the stranger.

“Apologize to the woman.”

The man spit out a curse and then refused. “She’s a whore!” Another wail of pain issued from his open mouth as Pero twisted his arm up and back.

He leaned down and spoke into the man’s ear, so low that you almost couldn’t hear it. “Apologize.”

The man dropped his head to his chest and whined out a stream of words that included several “sorrys” and “my mistakes”. You looked at him, eyes still wide with shock, mouth frozen into a grimace. Pero looked at you and then gave the man’s arm one final shove. A sickening crack met your ears and the man groaned as he fell forward onto his face.

“Now leave! And do not come back.” The man and his companions scrambled to the exit, and the rest of the customers murmured to themselves as they returned to their own drinks and gossip.

“Mi alma, are you alright?” Pero reached his hand out to you and you shook your head, tears springing to your eyes.

You spun on your heel and ran out of the bar, turning to flee to the back hallway, hands shaking. You pressed your back to the wall and then bent over at the waist, trying to catch your breath. You had seen bar fights before, and broken up a handful when they happened here and there, but you had never seen violence like that up close. You had never seen such hatred on a man’s face as the anger that had colored Pero’s features. You had the sense that Pero would have gladly killed the man and not had a second of remorse.

You heard a foot scrape the floor and you shot upright. Pero was at the end of the hall, eyes flickering in the light from the lone candle on the table. He put both hands out to you, palms facing you in a gesture of openness, approaching one slow step at a time.

“I am sorry. I am sorry.” His voice was low and calm. “Please forgive me.”

“No,” your own voice sounded high and panicked to your ears. “Stop. Don’t hurt me.”

Pero’s face crumpled and he halted his approach. “Hurt you? No, never. I would never hurt you. Please believe me.” He took another step toward you.

“But that man- You, you broke-”

Pero interrupted your awful cry. “Ssshhh, no. No, mi alma. That was not a man. He was a beast. I made him apologize and leave.”

Pero took another step, closing the distance between you to one stride. You were surprised to see tears in the corners of his eyes as well.

“I thought I was saving you, mi alma. Protecting you.”

“You did, you protected me, but- How were you so fast? And why do you keep calling me ‘mi alma’?”

Pero closed the final distance between you and reached his hands out to hold both of yours. He stepped close, and you had to tilt your head back to look into his eyes.

“I love you. You have enchanted me. ‘Mi alma’ means my soul. It means you have my love and my heart.” He looked deep into your eyes. “... and my body, if you so desire.”

He inclined his head and his lips met yours. You felt your head spin, heart pulsing through every vein, pounding in your ears as you let yourself be kissed, over and over again. You had kissed boys before, and even one young man in the village, but this was like being kissed for the first time anew. Pero kissed you with passion, with intent.

His hands gripped your waist and held you to him as your fingers entwined themselves up into his neck and the hair at the back of his neck. Pero broke the kiss and leaned toward your ear. His voice was low and gravelly, striking something in your core and sending sparks to your throat.

“I fell in love with you today. When I caught you looking at me as I changed the lantern. When you sat with me and met my eyes with your own and you didn’t shy away. When I saw that you had changed into a new dress, had made yourself pretty just for me.”

Your breath left your lungs in a huff, and the only sound you could make was a low hum.

Pero continued whispering words and warm breath across your ear, sending shivers down your neck, making your nipples harden with desire.

“I will take care of you, mi alma. Let me take you to bed and show you everything that you need to know. Let me show you how to make love to a man, to please him. How to take a husband and take your own pleasure, too.”

“Ohh…” You hardly recognized your voice as your own, and before you could say more, Pero kissed you again, opening your mouth and slipping his tongue inside. He pressed his hips against you, pinning you to the wall. You could feel his hardness against your hip; but instead of scaring you or making you feel ashamed, it stoked the fire in you from a flame to an explosion.

You kissed Pero back, as hard and as eager as he had kissed you. And then you did something you never would have imagined: you reached behind your waist and grabbed his wrist, bringing his hand up to cup around your breast. He squeezed and thrust his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your moans and squeaks.

He broke the kiss again to suck and nip at your cheek, your jaw, your neck. Every kiss inflamed you further, and you pressed your hips against his, rubbing from side to side to feel his hardness through the layers of your skirts.

“Let me take you to bed, mi alma. Let me make love with you.” Pero’s voice dropped to a low rumble. You could barely hear him above the thrum of your own heartbeat, but the words sent a new rush of something hot and wet to your private area.

“Let me kiss you between your legs, to taste you. Let me show you everything I know. Let me have you, and you may have me… all of me. Let me love you, mi alma.”

Your mouth opened and you spoke the only true answer to his request.

“Yes, Pero. Please.” --- Just-here-for-the-moment’s masterlist

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Letters From Amad pt.2

After about five months of not knowing how to continue it, i have finished part 2!! There will be a third part, not nearly as long, and i already have most of it written, so it should be out a lot sooner lol. BUT, i hope you enjoy it, and thanks for putting up with me lol.

-Part 1

-Words: 4,898

-Warnings: blizzard/storm, injury, hypothermia, some swearing

-Tags: @grunid, @elvish-sky, @sassyscribbler, @whore4fictionalhoes11, @smaugs-guardian, @bitter-sweet-farmgirl, @jotink78, @marvel-ous-hobbit, @anjhope1, (if i forgot you, im sorry, i have trouble keeping track sometimes)

It was moments like this that reflected Thorin’s terrible decision making. In actuality, his decision to not put anymore lives at risk was very wise. But still, it was Fili who was out there. And Kili. And since Thorin would not send a search party out, it was time to take matters into your own hands.

First things first, you went back to your chambers and put on your warmest, fluffiest, most wind-resistant coat. Rabbit fur covered the insides (the hides were hunted and tanned by Fili, a courting gift to you), and thick leather made up the outside, keeping the cold out and the warmth in. Next, you pulled on your winter boots (you had actually just had them made last week, and there were three little pockets perfect for concealing knives in), as well as a hat, gloves, and a scarf, all knitted by Ori, his way to show gratitude after your help in the libraries. You then proceeded to gather up some salted meat and cram, walk down to the entrance of the mountain, and enter the stables.

You choose a faithful companion to keep you company, namely, Daisy. The Mare had a thick wooly mane, and an extreme proclivity towards sweets. This was not to be your first venture with the pony, and now you knew better to bring him anywhere within five leagues of a bakery. You had not been amused when he had eaten an entire box of pastries meant for you and the scholars, though Kili and Fili had thought it to be the most hilarious of stories. However, despite his tendency to devour pastries, Daisy was reliable and resilient, and you hardly rode any other steed.

Several stableboys tried to dissuade you from leaving in the storm, but you brushed off their remarks as you tacked up Daisy. Thankfully, they didn’t try to block your path as you left, though they did warn you to be careful. You weren’t too concerned, for the storm had grown tamer in the day, and the frost was not biting your face. Yet, that is.

You reached Dale in about an hour. It took much longer than expected, with Daisy being nearly up to his belly in the fallen snow. Dale was practically devoid of men and women, most of them having the brains to stay inside during the storm. The only exceptions were some watchmen and one or two passersby.

“Oi, it’s a bit too cold for a morning ride lady, have you lost all sense?” A guard asked as you were leaving the gate on the other side of town.

“No my good fellow, I'm just looking for my friends. Have you seen two dwarrow come this way?”

“Can’t say that I have, but Maurice said he saw a pair last night, a few hours before the snow started.”

“Did Maurice mention where they were headed?”

“To the caravan, where else? It’s about fifteen miles from here, I would guess. You’re not considering going out there, are you?”

“I’m afraid that I must. Good day to you sir,”

“And a very cold day to you, lassie. Best of travels.”

“And to you as well.”

You quickly left and mentally cursed yourself for wishing him best of travels in return. He wasn’t traveling, you idiot!

The embarrassment faded as the wind began to pick up. The blizzard was steadily getting thicker, the puffy snowflakes turning more compact and icy. The city of Dale had long disappeared behind you in the snow, and you could only hope you were headed in the right direction.

However adventurous and bold it sounds, riding bare-back on a pony in the middle of a freezing cold snow storm was not at all an easy task. Your scarf had been moved to cover most of your face, and your hood was tied tightly ‘round your head, yet the flakes still stung your flesh. You were definitely starting to rethink your whole “making sure the brothers were alright in a storm idea.” Especially since it was pointless to look for them in between the caravan and Dale, as you couldn’t even see ten feet in front of you. Your goal now was to simply make it to the caravan without frostbite.

Around noon, you tried eating a bit of the bread you had packed, only to find it frozen. As well as the cheese. And the dried meat. It wouldn’t do good to gnaw on it either, as that would just make your innards cold as well, so you just went with your stomach protesting.

It was starting to get quite dark when you finally saw what seemed to be a glow in the distance. As you drew closer, it grew apparent that it was the caravan, and you sighed in great relief.

The dwarrow on watch were very suspicious. Of course, once you explained your purpose, they grew less so.

“I come from Erebor, in search of the Princes. Prince Fili and Kili left last night with the intention to travel here, have they arrived?”

The guards started to look a bit nervous.

“No my lady, no one’s seen anything of them.”

Your heart dropped to your feet.

“Are you sure?”

“Aye, the whole group would have known.”

You might’ve cried, but your eyes felt nearly frozen. You turned your pony, with full intent to head back out into the blizzard and look for your love, when one of the watchdwarrow stopped you.

“You’ll freeze out there my lady, as will your pony. Stay and get warm.”

“Aye lass” another said, “Besides, if the Prince’s are out there, her Lady Dís should be informed.”

Ah, that’s right. Dís.

One of the guards led Daisy off to get warm with other animals, while the other led you to Her Ladyship’s tent. He announced your presence, awaited approval, and then lifted the flap of the tent, beckoning you inside before letting it fall behind you.

Dís was a truly stunning Dwarrow, even for her age, with long black raven hair and a beard to match. Some strands were turning silver, much like Thorin’s, and her blue eyes were more piercing than an orc’s. She looked incredibly confused when you walked into her tent.

“Good Mahal lass, what the hell were you doing out in that storm? You must be senseless.” She said, looking up from a book she had been reading and furrowing her brows.

“I was looking for the Prince’s. I should introduce myself, my name is (Y/N).”

Dís’s eyes widened and she stood, showing off quite an impressive height.

“Why would you be looking for my sons out in this storm, (Y/N)?”

“They… Fili left a note this morning, he and Kili were coming to the caravan to see you. The watchdwarrow said they hadn’t arrived.”

The Dwarrowdams jaw went slack for a moment, and then she cursed, banging her hand on a small table that held a bottle of whiskey.

“Foolish boys! Have they no sense? I was to be seeing them in only a few more days, but they could not wait, could they? Och, the beasts!” Dís continued her rant for a while longer, before she turned her gaze back on you.

“And you journeyed out here in the storm?”

“Aye. I could not rest well knowing that they were out in this foul weather. I will be going to head back out to look for them as soon as I’ve warmed up a bit,” you replied, very conscious of the Mother’s piercing stare. She was quiet, until she breathed a worried sigh.

“It’s no use to search out in this weather, lass. Especially at night. Rest here with me, we’ll go searching first thing on the morrow. I must talk with the guards for now, make yourself comfortable, I will return soon.”

And, just like that, Dís left the tent. Her talk was brief, and left you standing dumb in the center of the tent. For some time, you debated on whether or not to go out searching anyways, but the fire was surely inviting, and something in you knew Dís wouldn’t take kindly to you leaving against her wishes.

Your travel bag, heavy and frozen from being exposed to the elements for so long, left your shoulders as you set it down by the entrance. Next came your gloves, and then the outer coat, snow and ice caked on it making your fingers fumble whilst trying to unbutton it. Eventually, it joined your bag, as well as your boots (if you had thought the coat was difficult to get off, the frozen buckles on your boots were torture). After you had stripped the burdensome clothing off, you simply stood in the center of the room, close to the fire. There were blankets nearby, piled near a bedroll, but you dared not touch them, seeing as they belonged to Dís. It was rather awkward, simply sitting in a stranger's (of sorts) quarters, and weren’t sure what to do.

Your eyes did some exploring for you, falling first on the book that Dís had been reading. ‘The Heart of Hrund’. Huh. You recognized the title, from the Great Library, but you knew very little about it. You’d have to read it now. Your eyes then fell to the whiskey bottle. ‘Breaker’s’. Ah. Memories you shared with Kili at the beginning of the journey returned, however hazed they were due to your drunken state. Strong stuff, Breaker’s was. Bofur managed to get his hands on a few bottles from a merchant, and you and Kili had stolen one from him, much to Thorin’s disappointment and Fili’s annoyance (he was upset to be left out of the fun). Your eyes then drifted to a leather-fitted box, beautiful khuzdul runes and designs etched into it, however, before you could get a closer look, footsteps crunched through the snow outside the tent.

Dís and a young dwarrow entered, carrying stew, bread, and a plethora of blankets and pillows.

“Mahal,” Dís started, placing the tray of food down on the little table and grabbing a quilt from the other dwarrow, “Have you just been sitting here freezing? You could have taken a blanket, you know.” She said, wrapping the quilt around your shoulders and moving you to sit down.

“I, er, I didn't want to be rude.” You replied, now sitting cross-legged on the floor. Dís screwed her face at you.

“Lass, it is never considered rude to take a blanket in the cold. Only exception is if someone is already using it.”

You didn’t reply, feeling very uncomfortable social-wise, despite finally starting to warm up physically. Dís grabbed the rest of the supplies from the other dwarrow and nodded at him to leave. As he left the tent, Dís set the other blankets down and started making a bedspace for you near the fire.

“I can help with that,” you said, starting to get up to help.

“Nonsense lass, you get yourself warm.” Dis stood and grabbed the food tray once more. “However, I do request that you eat.” she set the tray down in front of you, and you thanked her, feeling a bit guilty as you started on the stew.

“Uh, have you eaten yet, My Lady?”

Dís scoffed, resuming her work on your bed roll. “Don’t call me that child, call me Amad. I can hardly stand to be addressed in that way by servants, let alone my sons One. But yes, I’ve had my fill.”

Her words shocked you, having only ever heard Fili refer to you as his One. You hardly expected Dís to accept you as Fili’s lover, let alone his One.

“Alright.” You replied, once more feeling dumb and without anything to contribute. So you sat in silence, trying hard not to slurp and watching Dís make up your bed. Eventually, She moved up and away, surveying her work.

“Thank you, that was very kind.” you said. Dís sighed and nodded, sitting down on the other side of the fire. You were quiet once more, and were now re-considering going out to search for Fili and Kili, if only to avoid the discomfort of the situation.

“I hope you are only not talking because of the storm. I expected a much more chatty lass, if i’m being honest.” Dís remarked, eyeing you carefully.

Panic flashed through your eyes as you tried to think of something to say, but Dís let out a soft chuckle before you could make a fool of yourself.

“I’m only joking, child. You needn't be nervous here. Tell me, how was your journey from the mountain to here?”

“Cold,” You blurted out, shuddering as you imagined the wind biting your face. Dís smiled at your bluntness.

“Indeed, I imagine it would be, especially if you’ve been out all day. Tell me, was there any sign of them as you came over?”

You shook your head. “Unfortunately no, I could hardly see past my nose once the snow grew thicker.”

“I swear, those boys will be the death of me,” she muttered.

“Just be glad you weren’t Thorin trying to deal with all three of us,” you said without thinking. Dís locked eyes with you, and then started chuckling.

“I do not envy him, based on what I've read of you three. It seems that you made it your entire purpose to create trouble for my brother dear.”

“Well, we tried to. For the first half of the journey, at least. He was much more willing to withstand our meddling before we crossed the Misty Mountains. Then came the orcs, and goblins, and Mirkwood, Laketown, the dragon… and the battle too.” Your face had fallen whilst you spoke, and Dis reached out her hand to comfort you.

“You mustn't dwell on the hardships of the past, child. It does nothing but cause trouble for the mind. Believe me, I know.”

At that moment, Dís seemed to age very quickly, and the wisdom and experience that this dwarrowdam had became clearer. You knew her story well-enough, from nights Fili had needed to find comfort in you, telling you about his childhood and family. Dís had wed Víli Heptifilissøn, and twelve years after Kili had been born, he had fallen ill from the Black Lung*, and had spent months growing weaker and weaker until he perished. Fili was able to remember the wretched coughing, and his Adad’s ragged breaths, as clearly as the day it happened. It was the reason he refused to go deep into coal mines, or else made up excuses. If those memories still hung onto Fili, you could only imagine how horrible it must have been for Dís, who had to watch her husband suffer such a death. Looking at her now, you never felt more in awe of a single person.

“You speak truly, my Lady-”

She looked at you sharply, but with a twinkle in her eyes.

“-I mean, Amad.”

That satisfied her, and she relaxed her hand away. “I do indeed, child. Never has a lie crossed my lips. Except when I told Thorin that he had a mighty spider in his beard.” You chuckled at that, but it quickly turned to a yawn. Dís raised a brow.

“It’s time for sleep then,” she commented, “I’ll leave you in peace to finish eating, and then it’s straight to bed.” Dís stood and went back to her chair, and resumed her book, leaving you to scoop that last of the stew in your mouth. It was not long before you were warm and cozy in your makeshift bed, and Dís bid you goodnight before blowing out the lanterns.

You woke to shouting. In your groggy state, you couldn’t make out the words, and you blinked in the dim light of the fire.

“What new madness arises?” You heard Dís murmur, followed by the sounds of her fumbling about. The shouting grew nearer. “Are you awake, (Y/N)?”

“Only partly,” you replied, trying to untangle the covers from your legs. You shuddered as the extra warmth left, but hurried to your feet, only stumbling slightly. The noise was becoming considerably louder, and your ears could start to make out the words being yelled.

“Get a healer, lads!”

“He looks frozen stiff!”

“SHOVE OFF! WHERE IS AMAD?” Kili’s furious shout snapped you into alertness. At that moment, Dís was able to find a lantern, and finally the tent’s interior was more visible. The flap in front of the tent lifted, and Kili stumbled in, hair frozen with bits of ice and face bright red. With horror, you realized he was supporting another dwarf who was barely conscious. Fili.

You jumped to your feet and rushed towards your betrothed, supporting his other side and lifting his head. Fili’s lips were tinged blue, and his teeth were chattering bitterly, clacking together in a terrible rhythm. Dís was there not a second after you, and she helped guide you all to lay Fili down in the space you had slept just moments before.

“Strip him down,” Dís commanded, starting to work on his boots. You followed her orders without hesitation, helping Kili with Fee’s coat. It didn’t take too long for the three of you to undress him to his underclothes, and you winced when you saw his shoulder looked… definitely not normal. Dís pressed on it gently, and Fili made a weak groan that twisted at your heart.

“He fell off his pony,” Kili said.

“Of course he did. Kili, fetch a healer.” The younger prince sprang up, filled with energy even after being out in a blizzard for nearly an entire day. But he was hardly at the entrance when a grizzled old dwarrow entered, a satchel in hand and a hard look set in his features.

‘‘Hanarr,” Dís welcomed, nodding her head. The old dwarf grunted in acknowledgement before kneeling down by Fili’s shoulder, feeling along the bone. He grunted once more, before looking up at Kili.

“Hold down right here lad,” Hanarr instructed, moving Kili’s hands to rest on Fili’s other shoulder and chest. “Right, hold it firm.”

Hanarr outstretched Fili’s other arm, and began to move it towards his head. A click sounded, and Fili called out, however weakly. His shoulder looked back to normal again, and Hanarr quickly folded his arm against his chest, before searching through his medical pack and pulling out a sling.

“Sit him up, lad.” the healer instructed Kili. He propped Fili up against his side, and this time, Fili held his own head up, his gaze landing on you. Confusion flitted across his nearly-frostbitten features, and he mumbled your name despite of his state.

But Hanarr was upon him again, and soon the sling was fastened to his arm, and the Healer was moving his legs so that they were tucked against his chest. He addressed Kili once more, “Get rid of yer tunic, and stay close to yer brother” and then turned towards you, “do the same, but mind his shoulder lassie.” Without hesitation, you followed his command and soon Fili was sandwiched between yourself and Kili. Dís (with the permission of Hanarr), wrapped several blankets around the three of you, and soon set to work on making some tea. Hanarr presented her with a root of ginger, and, after seeing that all that could be done was done, decided to take his leave.

“He should be fine in a few hours, I'll come back to check on him soon. Keep him awake.” were his final words before departing.

The silence that followed his departure was intense, interrupted only by the sound of the fire, the kettle, and a knife. Dís was the first to speak.

“I would have your hides, if I was not so glad to see you again.” She said in a low voice as she shredded the ginger.

“I’m sorry Amad,” Kili said, eyeing the movement of his Amad’s knife, “Patience has never been my strong suit.”  Beside you, Fili shifted and rested his forehead against your temple.

“Indeed not,” Dís replied, her voice heating like the water she was boiling, “How did you convince your brother to join you in this endeavor?” Fili moved again, this time nuzzling his face into your neck and hair, his nose startlingly cold.

“Who said it was my idea?” Kili argued. However, Dís turned her glare on him, and He flushed and murmured, “he wanted to see you too, it didn’t take much to convince him.”

“(Y/N)” Fili said, drawing the attention away from arguing. “ ‘m tired.” He let his head rest heavy against your shoulder, and you (reluctantly) moved him away.

“You must wait to sleep, Kidhuzel,” You said, bringing your hand up to brush his hair away from his face. He opened his eyes wider, in sheer betrayal. You could have smiled, knowing Fili’s tendency to become unreasonably cross when denied sleep, but instead you kissed his cheek.

“Your Amad is making tea for you, and when you drink it, you’ll warm right up.” The blond prince’s eyes dropped once more and he tried moving back to the crook of your neck, only to be refused a second time.

“ I’d prefer Ale,” He muttered bitterly. At this, you did allow yourself to smile.

“Not a chance. Your heart might stop.” He grumbled and detached his uninjured arm from Kili, taking your hand and squeezing it with what feeble strength that had returned to his veins.

“It won’ stop as long as you’re ‘ere.”

Kili snorted, but was silenced as Dís sent him another glare, and you laughed softly, shaking your head and squeezing his hand back.

“If it worked that way, then I would gladly give you the finest Ale, however, I do believe tea would be a better option.”

When the tea was ready, you helped Fili to drink it. At first, the prince had winced at the heat, but soon he drank it gladly, becoming more alive with each sip. You sensed Dís watching you and Fili carefully, but brushed it off, telling yourself she was only concerned for Fili, not observing how you interacted. A small part of you that wouldn’t be silenced said it was both. Soon the mug was empty, and it had apparently helped Fili along much more than you anticipated, and soon he had detached himself completely from his brother and was pulling you closer.

“Careful of your shoulder,” you reminded him.

“ ‘s fine.” He replied, pressing flush against you. His skin had already warmed, thus proving the hardiness and hot blood of dwarrow. Kili scooted away, seeing that he was no longer needed, readjusted the furs covering yourself and his brother, and pulled his tunic back on. Dís immediately walked over and threw another fur across his shoulders, and pulled him into a tight hug, which he returned just as tightly. You averted your eyes when Kili started to sniff and tremble.

“I missed you,” he said.

“And I as well, inùdoy” Mother and son stayed in once another’s embrace, until she drew away and made him drink his fill of ginger tea as well.

A half hour later, you were struggling to keep Fili’s eyes open, and Kili had already crashed on Dís’s bedroll. The dwarrowdam herself grew impatient for Hanarr’s return, and had gone out searching for him. She reentered the tent with him not ten minutes later, and Hanarr (as grumpy and irritable as he was, he was an excellent healer), inspected Fili. Truly, your prince was proof that dwarves were nothing more than portable furnaces, and his temperature was more or less back to normal. He still was a bit out of it, but it was nothing a good night’s sleep wouldn’t fix. Soon Hanarr declared that it was safe for Fili to sleep, and almost immediately, the blond sank into your bedroll and began to snore.

Diís left after Hanarr, telling you to rest and call her if need be. You didn’t question where she was going, and she did not share it with you.

However tired and exhausted you were, sleep would not come. You sat in front of the fire for hours, feeding it and stoking it, keeping your mind entertained with the images dancing in the flames.

You had just finished adding another log to the fire, when a hand lightly gripped your wrist.

“Ghivashel” Fili said faintly. Your head turned towards him, and you smiled despite all things; for while Fili’s face was still red, his hair undone, and his eyes bleary, he was alive and conscious.

“Khuzd allakhul” you scolded, bending down to lean your forehead against his, “What sort of prince are you, to go out in the snow and frighten your lover?” You kissed his lips softly before drawing away just enough to wait for his answer.

“A very foolish prince indeed,” He murmured, his hand on your wrist pulling you back towards him. “But what sort of lover are you, to worry so greatly and come after me in the snow?”

“A very devoted lover, who has half a mind to leave now that you’ve insulted my care of you.” Fili’s eyes widened and he summoned his strength to pull you down, nestled in his side.

“Forgive me, I was not thinking of insulting you, amrâlimê. I just don’t want to see you suffer for my sake. Menu Tessu.” He said, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple. The beads on his mustache braids still felt frozen, but his lips were warm. You smiled and took his hand, entwining your fingers together.

“All is forgiven. So long as you won’t do anything as stupid as that ever again.” you replied. Fili sighed and kissed the side of your mouth.

“I shall try my very hardest not to.”

“That isn’t very reassuring.”

“Then you must forgive me once more, for I cannot make such bold promises whilst Kili remains my brother.”

You both chuckled at this, before settling into comfortable silence. Slowly, your eyes began to drop, the crackling of the fire and the steady rhythm of Fili’s breath making it harder and harder to evade sleep. The fact that the lion prince had begun to rub circles into your shoulder with his thumb wasn’t helping. After the third time you startled yourself awake, Fili’s voice was near your ear.

“You can sleep now, Amralime. I won’t be going anywhere.”

His words were nothing short of a spell, and in less than a minute, your eyes closed and sleep overtook you, a comforting, dreamless sleep, the best kind.

When next you woke, indeed, Fili was still right next to you, awake, but only just. He was blinking the sleep away, and you suspected that his movements had been what had woken yourself. Cold winter light was shining through the tent flaps, cutting like a blade through the warm glow that filled the inside, and a conversation was taking place.

“We left in the wee hours, m’lady, just before dawn. You can imagine the state Thorin was in when he heard that the entire future of Erebor was out in the snow.” The voice of Dwalin more than successfully brought you to awakeness, and you sat up, looking around for the source of his voice.

“Indeed, I imagine he would be weathering the floors with pacing. I expect we’ll be leaving soon, no?” Now Dís spoke, and by this point, you and Fili had turned behind you to see the pair talking over mugs of mulled wine. Kili was also there, however, he was still dreaming on Dís’s previous sleeping roll, limbs sprawled out wide and mouth hung open almost comically.

“Aye, as soon as these three are dressed and ready.” Dwalin said, turning his gaze onto you and Fili, brow raised and the slightest of smiles on his warrior face. “What a lot of worry you and your brother had us in,” he continued, addressing Fili specifically, “I swear to Mahal, you’ve no idea what sort of panic you caused. Course, when yeh come back with your shoulder like that, everyone’ll be doting on yeh. ‘The poor heir who got caught in a blizzard trying to see his Amad’, not ‘the fucking idiot who didn’t have any patience and went out in the night despite knowing there was a storm brewin’.” But all while saying this, there was humor and relief in the warrior's voice, betraying how glad he felt that the boys were not frozen under three feet of ice and snow.

“Both versions are correct,” Fili pointed out, his voice still croaky from sleep.

“Aye, but only the first version will get told.” Dwalin replied, to which you laughed. He turned his focus to you now. “Don’t think you’re innocent lass, Thorin nearly had a heart-attack when we couldn’t find you. Both the heirs missin’ was bad enough, but the lady who’ll be adding to the heirs disappearing made it all worse.”

“Och, Dwalin, she had a noble cause to come out in the snow, you needn’t blame her for anything.” Dís said, coming to your aid.

“Was our cause not noble and justified?” Kili’s voice piped up. The Prince's eyes were hardly opened, but he was more than ready to defend himself from accusations.

“Not when you were to be seeing me in less than a week. If I was able to refrain myself from going out into a blizzard in the late hours, you should have been able to as well.” Dís retorted. A sour expression crossed Kili’s face, but he dared not argue with his Amad.

“Right then,” Dwalin said, “Get yourselves up an’ ready, we’ve not much daylight left to get back to Erebor.”

*Black Lung: Coal miner’s pneumonia. 

Kidhuzel: Gold of Gold

Inùdoy: Son

Ghivashel: Treasure of Treasures

Khuzd allakhul: Stupid Dwarf

Menu Tessu: You mean everything to me

(part three will be out soon)

#fili #fili x reader #letters from amad #letters from amad part 2 #the hobbit #kili #dís #thorin #dwalin #fili x y/n #dwarves #dwarrow #the hobbit fanfic #fili fanfic #fili fic #fluff #hurt/comfort #ish?? #tw storms #tw blizzards #tw injury #tw hypothermia

[jaehyunfirstlove]

It’s your birthday, make a wish...

Happy birthday to me! Here have some self-indulgent smut (yes it’s inspired by the english version and yes I will be listening to it all day lol)

Genre: smut (18+ only please)

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, food play, fingering

It was the first birthday you were celebrating with your new boyfriend, Jaehyun, and you honestly didn’t know what to expect. You woke up that morning to see he’d left early, with a cryptic post-it on his pillow that just said wait for it. The doorbell rang then, which made you jump.

When you answered the door there was a package on your doorstep, with no return address. You looked around but there was no delivery-person or vehicle around, and the street was quiet. You brought the package inside and opened it, and gasped at what you saw. The most exquisite cashmere throw blanket lay wrapped in delicate tissue, a note tucked into the folds.

I know you like soft things, and that you get cold when we sit on the couch and watch movies

Happy birthday, love, xxx

You wanted to cry, but at the same time you were shocked at the extravagance. You picked up your phone to call your boyfriend, hoping he wasn’t too busy, but sure enough he answered on the first ring.

“Hey baby, happy birthday!” he sounded upbeat but out of breath, obviously on the way somewhere.

“Hey babe, thanks so much for the present-” you started, but he interrupted you with a joyous yelp.

“Yes! You got it! How do you like it? Do you love it?” he was so excited that you felt bad you were about to chastise him for spending too much money.

“Of course I love it, but don’t you think it’s too much?” you said as gently as possible.

“Nope,” he said simply, “And if you think that’s bad, you’ll hate me because there’s more on the way.”

You were about to protest when he suddenly said he had to go, but not before ending the call by saying “your real present is coming when I get home” in the most mischievous voice.

Over the next few hours he was true to his word, with more presents arriving at your doorstep, every one more extravagant than the one before it. After every one you tried to call him but he never answered, so you sent messages which were also left unanswered.

You loved him but you wanted to kill him, and by the time he came home your emotions were so mixed up you didn’t know whether to get mad or throw your arms around him.

“Honey, I’m home!” he yelled from the front door, so you got up from the floor of the living room where you had been sitting in a daze, surrounded by expensive presents, discarded wrapping paper and ribbons.

You faced him with your hands on your hips, but he was standing there with the most beautiful bouquet of flowers in one hand, and a cake from your favorite bakery in the other, the widest smile on his face. There was no way you could stay mad.

“Goddammit,” you swore under your breath. Those dimples just had to make an appearance and you were putty in his hands.

He just threw his head back and laughed, he knew exactly what an effect he had on you and had no shame in exploiting it. You sighed in defeat and took the flowers from his hands to put in water, and you were about to take the cake but he stopped you.

“I have different plans for this cake,” he said with a wink, “meet me in the bedroom.”

You went to the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase, wondering why he had brought the cake to the bedroom. You weren’t prepared for what you saw when you walked in. The room was dim, the cake in the middle of the bed with the candles lit, flower petals littering the bed around it. Jaehyun was standing by the bed with the most satisfied look on his face.

“Oh my god,” was all you could say, your hand going to your mouth. “Are we seriously eating on the bed?”

He only smirked and motioned for you to come to him. “You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”

You still weren’t sure what he was up to until he took a swipe of the icing from the cake and smeared it on your neck.

“Happy birthday,” he whispered, before licking the icing off your neck, and then sucking on the spot where it had been. Your knees buckled and you gasped, completely unprepared for his assault on your sweet spot. He caught you handily and lay you back on the bed, careful not to squish the cake.

“You better blow out the candles before they set the bed on fire,” he said, in between kisses down the column of your neck. Your mind was already in a haze, his tongue on your skin setting your body on fire, but you managed to turn your head to blow the candles out.

“Did you make a wish?” he asked, his hands moving down your body, trailing kisses as he went.

“Y-yes,” you managed to squeak out, as he got to your waist and toyed with the button of your jeans.

“I hope it comes true,” he said sincerely, sitting up on his heels to pull your jeans and panties off.

You bit your lip as you watched your boyfriend hover above you, staring at you with hooded eyes, lips flushed from kissing your body. Your wish had already come true when you met him.

He licked his lips and took another swipe of the cake with his fingers, painting the inside of your thighs with it. You jolted slightly at the coldness of it, but then he swept in with his tongue and licked it off, first one side, then the other.

“Mm, so sweet,” he said in a low voice, the rumble of it so close to your core you were sure you were already wet.

“Jae-” you gasped, as he got closer and closer, each time taking a swipe of icing and painting your skin with it, as if he were marking a trail to your core.

“You taste so good,” he rasped, as he sucked the icing off your skin, but finally he was there, his hot breath on you, and your knees shook in anticipation.

He didn’t give a warning, just his tongue swiping obscenely up your slit, forcing you to arch your back and grip the sheets, your knees automatically closing in to cage him. He grabbed a hold of your thighs and forced them apart, opening you up to him further. He licked and sucked and you thrashed like you were in pain but in reality, it was the most insane form of pleasure you could ever experience.

You couldn’t stop moaning as he went on, fairly certain you’d lose your voice by the end of the night, but he wasn’t letting up. He groaned as he licked, and you were always thankful for how vocal he was as he ate you out, the combination of his tongue on you and the rumble of his deep voice sending you into a euphoric bliss.

You lost track of how many orgasms you’d had, but then his lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked rather harshly, and you thought you would pass out. He slipped two fingers deeply into you then, hitting your spot over and over again and you came hard, stars exploding behind your eyes.

You tangled your fingers in his hair as you came down from your high, as he planted soft kisses on your overheated skin. He finally smiled up at you, and you blushed to see your juices coating his lips and chin.

“That’s just the beginning,” he said with a sly smile, “we still have a lot of cake left.”

#jaehyun imagines #jaehyun smut #jaehyun x reader #nct imagines #nct smut

[manunelle]

{Ikerev} How many kids would they have? {Headcanon}

I’m kind of creating this post to organize my thoughts, because I want to write more about this in another post where I’ll write about how they are with their children and how I imagine their personalities. Please be aware that I imagine a different MC for each suitor, so the kids exist in the same universe lol

🖤 Black Army 🖤 

Ray Blackwell

One boy.

He was adopted by Ray and MC at age of 3. His father was one of Ray’s soldier who unfortunately passed away in duty. Since he had no mother or relatives that could take care of them, MC and Ray took him in. 

He prefers MC over Ray, but admires his dad very much!

Sirius Oswald

oh boy

This man and MC had 5 children! :) 

I kind of enjoy the thought of Sirius retiring because he wants to spend as much time as he can with his family. 

They have three girls and two boys. The order goes like this: Girl ---> Twins (boy and girl) ---> Boy ---> Girl. 

Would name his kids after flowers. 

The kids get along very well! They are really protective of each other and of their parents.

Luka Clemence

One boy as well. 

His kid is really sweet! He’s really friendly and everybody loves him at school. 

Is kind of a younger brother to Jonah’s girls. 

Talking about Jonah, he’s the best uncle ever. Always brings gifts and gives advices about anything that is troubling the boy. 

He’s doesn’t have a favorite parent. He’s close to both!

Fenrir Gospeed

Had two kids, a son and a daughterl. 

The firstborn is the boy, and the girl is six years younger. 

To his and MC’s surprise, the boy is a magic user! They discovered it when MC was bathing her baby when suddenly he started floating and giggling around. Imagine Fenrir and MC screaming and jumping around, trying to reach their son, who is having the time of his life. 

The girl is not a magic user, so she causes less trouble than her brother. She’s friends with Ray’s son.

Seth Hyde

One girl.

She has Seth’s hair and MC’s eyes, and likes to dress cute clothes and to play with her teddy bear. 

She’s reeeeaaaally shy. :< 

She probably prefers Seth over MC, but she doesn’t make it obvious. Of course, she likes her mother very much as well. But Seth’s hugs are something else. :> 

❤️ Red Army ❤️ 

Lancelot Kingsley

The next King of Hearts is a girl! 

She looks mostly like Lancelot, but her hair shape resembles MC’s. 

She’s really carismatic and smart, which means that she can hold a conversation with an adult without difficulties. 

She’s a friendly and curious little girl, always asking about how and why things work the way they do. 

As a magic user, she’s really interested in Harr’s work and gets along well with his daughter. 

Loves her dad! She looks up to him a lot and is not embarassed of asking him for advices and hugs.

Jonah Clemence

Our queen has two daughters. 

They are only 2 years apart, so they get along very well with each other. 

Honestly, they have Jonah completely wrapped around their little fingers. This man would go to the fucking moon if they wanted something from there. 

Despite being spoiled rotten, the girls are really gentle and caring with those around them. thank u so much mc

Because the younger sister is shyer, Jonah teaches his firstborn from a young age that she should always be nice and take care of her younger sister. 

They love baking! Imagine the MC and her two daughter baking cookies on the kitchen to present the man of their lives later. ;A; so cute

Edgar Bright

Edgar has one girl and one boy. 

Due to her fragile health, his daughter, the firstborn, won’t be able to become the next Jack of Hearts. She always smiles and says that it doesn’t bother her, but she gets self concious when hearing adults commenting about it. She also feels bad for passing the burden of being the heir to her younger brother. 

The boy is calm and serious, which is kind of weird bc his face looks way too much with MC’s. He’s really protective of his parents and his sister. Loves animals, just like his dad! He’s smart and strong, but is really aloof. MC and Edgar are always worried about him bc he doesn’t seem to want friends. 

The girl is bffs with Lancelot’s daughter and Kyle’s son.

Zero

One daughter! 

She has MC’s hair and his eyes. She’s really pretty! 

She’s friendly and is always smiling. Since she’s younger than the other kids of the Red Army (Kyle’s second son is actually the youngest, but he is still a baby lol), they kind of treat her as a young sister, always hugging and patting her head. 

She’s really curious around everything. Actually, her personality resembles Lancelot’s daughter’s a lot. 

Loves watching her father training with the soldiers! At the end of every session, she goes running towards him demanding hugs.

Kyle Ash

Two boys. They have an age gap of 12 years.

His firstborn had a really fragile health as a child, to the point of having to take constant shots and Kyle having to perform different treatments on his child. Seeing their child suffer was really difficult for Kyle and MC, and at some point they even thought that he wouldn’t survive childhood. However, aroung age 8, the signs of this disease started decreasing and he got better. 

Kyle is still worried about his son, so he always keeps a close watch on him to see if those symptons will come back someday. 

Because they were always busy taking care of their older son, MC and Kyle decided to not have other children. So it was a big surprise when they discovered MC’s second pregnancy. 

Surprisingly, their second son has no health problems. As a baby, he’s really serious and likes to nap a lot. 

Both boys look a lot like Kyle. The older one looks the most, while the younger has MC’s eyes. 

Mousse Atlas

Has one son. 

The boy is a MC’s appearence copy with Mousse’s personalit copy. 

Just like his dad, loves napping. 

Naps everywhere. 

Everywhere. 

Once, when dusting some shelves, Luka found him sleeping in the Black Army’s library. 

How in the hell did this kid get here? 

He always goes missing. Like, at one moment he’s standing right next do MC and in the next second he disappears. Dude??? 

Actually, he’s a magic user, which explains him disappearing all the time and reaching things that are in a place way higher than him. However, he doesn’t tell it to his parent until he’s sixteen bc he’s afraid of disappointing them (bc he heard from some idiot that magic users are way too dangerous).

💚 Neutral 💚 

Harr Silver

He has one daughter. 

She has his hair and MC’s eyes. 

Since she’s a magic user, she and Harr are always excitingly talking about magic books and researchs. He also teaches her about spells and skills unrelated to magic, such as cooking and fishing. 

She’s really shy, and because kids used to bully her at school and adults ignored the situation, she has a really hard time socializing with people that are not her family.

Loves cats! As a toddler, Loki gave her a cat plushie and she is really attached to it. 

Gets along with Sirius’s oldest daughter and Lancelot’s, but I’ll talk more about this in another post. 

Likes to sleep with her parents. It’s hard to get up in the morning bc she is pratically glued to the one she is hugging.

Loki Genetta

One son. He’s the youngest among the 17 suitors (bc Loki is fucking 19 years old in canon universe, duh). 

The boy is always stealing MC’s attention, always glaring at Loki. Loki glares back because he’s a man-child. 

Actually, they get along very well when the issue is not MC, and the boy trusts Loki a lot, sharing secrets and asking for help when in need of assistance. 

His looks and personality are a carbon copy of Loki’s. 

Always follows Ray’s son and Fenrir’s daughter around. 

Oliver Knight

One daughter, and Oliver loves her so much!

She looks a lot like MC, both in looks and personality. 

Being a bit naive, she’s always getting in trouble. Thank god her friends are always ready to rescue her! Is bffs with Sirius’s second daughter. 

Boys love her. Girls too. As a teenager, she’s always having to turn down confessions. She tries to be gentle, but some people are just too bold for her to deal with. That’s when Sirius’s daughter and son (the twins!) enter and deal with whoever is bothering her. 

She kind of has a crush on Sirius’s oldest son, but is too embarassed to admit. 

Oliver knows, but doesn’t want her to know that he knows. It’s kind of tough to hide, bc when the boy shows up at his house he’s always fumming with jealousy. 

Blanc Lapin

Mister Blanc has one son.

He’s calm and smart. 

Loves tea parties! Dad’s carrot cake is the best.

Loves his mom. Loves his dad. Loves his friends. 

He’s a sunshine. Everybody loves him. 

Dean Tweedle

Has only one daughter. 

Her looks and personality are a perfect mix of her parents’. 

Sleeps only if her dad reads to her. Otherwise, she stays the whole night staring at ceiling with a bored expression. 

Is really smart and responsable. She’s the perfect “senpai” at school. 

Is bffs with Sirius’ oldest daughter. 

She and Dalim’s son look really alike, so people are always mistaking them as siblings. Dalim and Dean always get annoyed at this.

Dalim Tweedle/Dum

Has one son.

Just like Dean’s daughter, his looks are a mix of his parent’s, but his personality is a bit different. Despite being really curious, he’s really quiet and hesitant of asking questions aloud. 

Is a magic user. 

Sees Dean’s daughter as a big sister. Is always attached to her hand when they meet and follows her around like a shadow. 

Probably prefers his mom over Dalim. 

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~Happy Birthday~

[Almost forgot to post this one. Didn’t get to post nearly as much Kai content for his birthday since I ended up being so busy. Anyway, enough of my rambling lol]

-Kai Chisaki smut-

There were many things you had taken your significant other to be, but a sweet tooth was not one of them. He apparently did a pretty good job at hiding it from you for so long in the relationship, but now he was showing his true colors as he sat at the kitchen table on his 3rd slice of birthday cake. He had a blank and bored stare off into the distance as the precepts around him chatted and drank with each other. Even Pops was having fun as he was playing a rousing game of Shogi with Tengai at the living room table. You smiled to yourself when you noticed Kai was scrapping his fork on the now empty plate. He slowly came back to reality and began reaching to cut another slice of cake before you stepped in. “Whoa there Mr. birthday boy, are you so sure about all of that cake now?” You teased him, your hands massaging into his shoulders and soothing him as he slowly leaned back in the chair to look up at you. “My birthday, my rules right? Besides, it’s not like I eat cake every single day like this.” His eyes turned up, indicating a small smile underneath the ornate beak mask. You smiled back at him and thumped the party hat on his head before moving to take a seat in his lap. “I noticed earlier you seemed to be out of it. Are we overwhelming you with this party? It’s been about 3 or 4 hours and I just know you’re done with us by now.” You laughed lightly and he chuckled. “Well I can’t say I’m much a fan of surprise parties like this one y/n, but that wasn’t the reason I seemed disconnected. To be honest with you, I was busy lamenting at the thought of what my life would be like if I hadn’t met you. Angel...thank you for coming into my life. Thank you for loving me, treating my men and my father figure like your own family, and thank you for turning me on the right track. Words can’t express how much I love you right now.” His eyes were a bit watery but you chose to ignore playfully teasing him at the moment as you opted to exchange it with a loving hug instead. “Are you sure you feel that way about me? Even after the party hat I forced on your head tonight?” You teased and he scoffed, pinching your side playfully.

“The party hat was pushing it, I’ll admit.” He chuckled at you. Soon the party died down and the precepts left 1 by 1...all leaving just Pops and Tengai behind. The old man held a suitcase in his right hand while Tengai held one in his left. “Pops, where are you off to at the hour? Can’t your trip wait until tomorrow?” Kai asked, standing from the table and beginning to tidy up the birthday mess. “My boy, I truly care for you and I’m happy you were able to have a good birthday but I have plans for myself as well! Me and Tengai are off to an overnight bathhouse that doubles as a spa. Nemoto should be joining us as well later tonight after he drops Deidoro off at one of the spare room below in the base. You really need me to stay the night that bad when I live here and am here almost all the time, my boy?” Pops asked with fake innocence. 

The old man booked those tickets last minute. He’s not leaving because he’s in a rush. He’s leaving because you requested a single night of privacy for Kai’s birthday to which the old man enthusiastically complied. 

All of this was according to plan.

“Well not exactly but-”

“Great! See you too tomorrow! Have a good birthday night!” Then Pops was gone in a flash with Tengai trailing behind and Nemoto emerging from the lower base not so long behind the two. Before you knew it, the car was gone and it was just you and Kai alone tonight.

Perfect.

“Hmm...” He pondered while replacing the trash bag inside of the can. “What is it Kai?” You asked with fake innocence as you swept the confetti from the kitchen floor. “Well it’s just that...why would he leave at this hour when he really could’ve went in the morning? And what exactly could he have meant by wishing me a good birthday night? Aren’t the celebrations over now that everyone is gone?” He looked up at you for answers but all he got in return was a smirk and half lidded eyes...bedroom eyes as a matter of fact. “Angel?” He asked with curiosity while you crossed the floor to reach him. You gently reached up to tug at the white tie he wore, pulling him down so you could whisper in his ear ever so slightly. “Nevermind Pops taking his trip. We’re alone now and I have one more gift to give you.” You pulled away and admired the way he tried ton hide his little shudder. “What exactly are you playing at here, Angel? Look at the table in there. Isn’t it mainly filled with gifts from you alone?” You smiled and slowly made your way to the hallway, brushing your hand against him as you went. You looked back at him and winked before saying: “I’ve got one more special gift for you. It’s in the bedroom so you should come get it.” By now he kind of had an idea of what you were insinuating but just to be sure, he followed along to see. His mind raced a million miles an hour as he went down the hall to your shared bedroom. Once inside, his jaw seemingly dropped from inside the mask as he watched your naked body trail around the bed and take seat on the plush covers. “You know...” You began as you sat onto the bed in a comfy position. “I could’ve gotten all elaborate with some lace and frills or maybe with leather and chains but the good old fashioned birthday suit was the route I decided to take. What do you think about that, birthday boy? I think it would be even better if you joined me.” You winked at him while he was already busy ripping his mask from his face and stripping quickly. “If I had known you were planning something like this then I would’ve just stayed in bed and fucked you all day then.” He spoke calmly but his actions were so quick and eager. He was naked in no time, already crossing the floor and making it to the bed. He rubbed, gripped, and licked every square inch of skin that he could get his fingers on. “Would you like to get on your knees my angel? I swear I’ll make it worth your while.” You smirked at him and shook your head. “Oh? Then you want me to make you?” His eyes played at a challenge but you shook your head once more. “It’s not about any of that. I want you not to ask me what to do tonight, I want you to TELL me what to do. It’s your birthday and you can have me however you want it, and however long you want to fuck for.” That was all he needed to hear before having you on your knees in 2.5 seconds, and having is cock shoved inside you in 3 seconds flat. His strokes were slow but never lacked in hunger. You could tell just how badly he wanted to shove your face into the pillows, lower your tummy to the mattress, and absolutely pound into that ass. 

So you took the liberty to question his hesitation. 

“Because I want to make this last. I want to take my time and fuck you just right tonight. I want you to really feel it, all of it. I want you to be sore tomorrow.” He nipped your ear and reached to grip the back of your neck before continuing his motions. Halfway through pushing into you, he pulled out to spit on his cock and shove it back in, relishing in the way you tightened around him. It was incredibly difficult for him to keep from plowing into you, but he managed to make due. He knew he was doing it just right when you began reaching for nothing but the headboard in front on you. He grinned to himself and finally gave into temptation, giving his thrusts just the tiniest of pick up in speed before beginning to falter/stutter into you. His release was coming soon and for a second he began to wonder what he did to deserve someone like you? Always spoiling him with your love and affections, and now giving him spoiling him for his birthday too? It was all too much sometimes but he loved it either way. For now, he would let the soft thoughts go as he felt himself twitch inside of you. 

He quickly pulled out and started stroking himself rapidly with one hand while using the free hand to grip you and twist you around to face him. He snatched the condom off and continued to stroke his cock until he felt that familiar rope snap in the pits of his insides. “Open your mouth right now!” He directed with a rasp. You complied and watched him cum quickly, leaving your tongue with his seed’s salty flavor. He gathered himself clumsily as you quickly went to the bathroom to spit (or swallow if you’re that type of reader), and rinse your mouth with the Listerine he liked the most. When you came back out of the bathroom from freshening up, he was sitting on the end of the bed, his cock standing at attention with a fresh condom on. “K-Kai? What is...???”

“Don’t be confused now, Angel. Let’s not forget what you said earlier about me having you for however long I wanted. Now be a good little birthday pet and take a seat on my cock. Maybe if you ride me just right, I’ll really fuck you like you know you desire, hmm?”

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[lisinfleur]

Movie Marathon

The request:

Author’s Notes | HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SIS! I had to produce something for you haha I chose to make your request and I hope you like the little gift, but love, the biggest gift I can offer you is the enormous love I have in my heart for you. You’re always safe in my heart and one day, I swear, I’ll go visit you just for a huge hug, a brigadeiro volcano cake and lots of rainbow sprinkles. Love you! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Modern Age AU, requested by and produced as a birthday gift for @honestsycrets Words | 1353 ⁑ Warnings: Explicit content, cursing.

It was the most important day of the year: your birthday.

And he had planned it perfectly in his mind!

Hvitserk knew that parties were not your favorite way to celebrate: although you liked to party with him, your birthday was a day when you liked to enjoy some chilling time.

So, he prepared a surprise for you in his apartment.

He set everything up to pick you up at 6 pm, making it look like he was doing something around a surprise party - something he knew you would hate, but would come just to make him happy.

Said and done: when he came to pick you up, you had that yellow smile on your face just as he hoped to find.

Everything was ready for his plan to be perfect.

"Hey, princess," he smiled from the car, making you feel even more distressed in your heart.

Shit. You wanted so much to relax and not be wearing that dress!

But you smiled, sitting next to him, trying to hold on to his beautiful smile and the happiness in his eyes as a support to move on with that horrible idea.

Hvitserk smirked when you sighed beside him as soon as he started the car, thinking he wouldn't hear the frustration in your voice.

He took you to his apartment, jumping on his heels next to your door before opening it for you to leave the car.

As a good gentleman, of course.

Oh gods, you thought. He was so, so happy!

How could he know you so little?

How could you break that happy smile on his face by telling him that you didn't like surprise parties?

Carry on, carry on, you forced yourself, watching as he opened the building, standing next to you in the elevator with the most anxious expression you have ever seen on Hvitserk's face.

"Close your eyes, love. And don't open until I tell you to!"

Oh damn ...

You were SURE that everything would be decorated with pastel ribbons, and your friends would be there, and his friends, and music, alcohol, and you standing in the middle of...

"Surprise!"

...his empty living room?

Your eyes looked around, stunned.

Hvitserk was unable to contain his laughter.

"You thought it was a party! Haha! You did it!" he laughed louder. "Fuck, love, I wouldn't do that shit to you."

His arms wrapped around your waist as you stared, amazed, at the beautiful home cinema he'd prepared for the two of you.

"I know what my princess likes most," he said, kissing your shoulder and the curve of your neck.

"Oh my gods!" you finally found your voice. "Hvitserk ... This is perfect!"

The room was empty. Not a single soul in his home.

Instead, his sofa was pulled back to make room for a huge and comfortable fluffy rug on the floor, where TONS of pillows and cushions formed the perfect place for you to lie down together.

There was an island of pillows at your fingertips with your favorite goodies. And his TV was pulled up, re-placed to become a shiny screen jumping off the black curtains that he placed behind it on the wall to create the perfect ambiance.

To be honest? Perfection was the right word to define that place.

Hvitserk released you only to turn off the lights and ask you to lie on the rug with him.

Your smiling puppy was so happy that his surprise was a success!

"I thought you might like it," he said, smiling as you laid against his chest.

"I loved it! It's perfect! It couldn't be better!" you answered.

Not realizing when his smile became slightly malicious behind you.

"It can always be better, love... Always," he said, turning on the screen.

And you thought your favorite movies were his way of making that moment even better for both of you.

The last thing you expected was that the films were nothing more than a distraction to take your attention away from the fact that his caresses were getting hotter and hotter.

You didn't notice when his fingers stopped reaching for the treats in the bowl to slide down your body, making you sigh for him, sometimes even letting out little moans for his kisses on the curve of your neck.

When did his hands invade your clothes? The gods know!

But you really didn't care about it anymore: his fingers reached your breasts.

Screw the movie! Your Hvitserk was growling right next to your ear, breathing heavily on your skin.

Sliding through your body like an insidious snake.

Now you could understand why he told you to put on that dress: it was easier for him to reach for HIS favorite treat in the middle of your legs when you were wearing it!

Tsk, tsk, tsk ... Treacherous puppy!

"Oh, fuck it!" there goes your panties.

And your self-control!

But who would be able to keep any of them with Hvitserk and his anxious mouth close by?

In a moment, the two of you were enjoying the movie. Then he was enjoying his favorite dinner, and you were a moaning mess with his tongue.

Your voice mixed with the lines of the film, echoing around the room in moans of pleasure, filling it with a cacophony of sounds that Hvitserk was anticipating when he planned that surprise.

Only then did you notice condoms among the treats in the bowl.

"Naughty puppy!" you exclaimed when Hvitserk stood up from under your skirt, smiling and licking his lips.

"Your goodies ... My goodies," he said, taking one of the condoms between his fingers.

Making your eyes widen.

Those were not ordinary condoms. Those were the "hot marathon" ones!

"Hvitserk!" you called him and he laughed, opening the condom and applying it to his hardness already exposed.

"What?"

"Are you planning to kill me? On my birthday ???" you squeaked, making his laugh even looser.

"Maybe," he said, climbing upon you.

"Babe..." you mumbled between his kisses on your lips. "The last time... It kept you on for three hours!"

"I have the package with three of those in that bowl," he murmured back, biting your earlobe before pushing himself into your channel with a grunt.

"Oh ... my ... fuck ... Oh, damn it!"

Hvitserk laughed at the way his thrusts cut your sentences, preventing you from speaking along with the warm feeling of that condom lubricant.

Hot for you, a little anesthetic for him - that shit helped Hvitserk's control to last longer and gave him the biggest series of your orgasms ever the last time the two of you tested it!

And now he had the package!

With three of them!

"And here comes the first," growled Hvitserk when your voice was lost in pleasure and you came around for the first time.

Punching his chest when he laughed at your tired face.

"Happy birthday, love," he murmured against your mouth, pushing harder just to hit your sweet spots with that instrument of torture!

You wanted to say thank you.

You wanted to say fuck you!

But your voice became a loud moan when he led you to a second orgasm almost effortlessly.

"Fuck," you groaned.

"That's the idea for the night ... Until we break our record, baby. I'm going to drive you crazy tonight!"

He would go.

Definitely!

Thank the gods, your best friend gave you a new cream of aloe vera that morning.

It would definitely be useful at the end of the night!

But you had nothing to complain about.

If you could choose the best way to spend your birthday night it would be exactly like this: hugging Hvitserk's body, feeling nothing but his skin, his lips on yours. You two becoming one.

"I... fucking... love you!" you managed to groan cohesively before he reached the third mark with you.

Laughing, he kissed your lips, touching your forehead with his.

"I love you too ... More than yesterday. Less than I will love you tomorrow. Every day I love you more ... And more ... And more!"

You smiled.

There was no better gift than his love. And it was yours.

Totally yours.

Forever.

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    ❝   Confession  ❞        --       Coffee Truffle Cake

                  - - - | Yūji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Satoru Gojo

                                    〄   Order Instructions ;; Hello again ! I was the anon who asked for ideal date headcannons for Megumi and Yuji and I absolutely loved them. 🥺🥺🥺 Thank you for taking time out of your day to write that !I’m here to request headcannons on how the first years and Gojo would confess to their crush ! :3

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༺ Chef’s Note: I’m sorry that this took a month for me to get to. I really hope that this is okay, and I hope that you enjoy your order. I’ve been doing okay for the last month, and I think I’m doing better than last time. Sorry for the long absents, please come again soon!

༺ Chef’s Note: Sorry if some parts are cringey, I tried my best because ending a confession headcanon is honestly harder than I thought. Also, I felt creative with Megumi’s lol. 

〄          ⤷ Yūji Itadori | 虎杖悠仁 - - -

        ☉ The way the Yuji would confess to his crush would be 50/50; straight forward, or implied so terribly that the person he was trying to confess to made it seem less obvious that he liked them

       ☉  Yuji is a straight forward person, and sometimes, he just speaks his mind without thinking and his attitude is completely nonchalant

       ☉  However, with you as his weakness, he just feels all jittery and shy all of the sudden, he just goes quiet whenever he’s around you because he doesn’t know what to say with butterflies invading his stomach

       ☉  The thing is, Yuji won’t really confess unless it takes him 100 years or at least some random confidence out of nowhere, so you may have to imply it yourself 

       ☉ It’s honestly pretty obvious by the way he acts with his hand fiddling, his cheeks a shade more rosy than his usual shade, the way he walks, the way he talks, and how he avoids eye contact whenever you call his name 

       ☉ Nobara or Megumi will pick up on this and immediately call you into cafe after school to talk 

       ☉ Nobara will be the first one to tell you that Yuji has an obvious crush on you and scolds you how you didn’t even acknowledge it when it was right in front of you 

       ☉  “It’s so obvious! How can you not tell, (Y/n)!” Nobara groans

       ☉ “I agree with Kugisaki. He’s been trying to confess to you for a while.” Megumi adds on, taking a sip of his black coffee

       ☉ Then the game would be set if you and Yuji racing to confess to each other (if you reciprocate it, that is)

       ☉ The next following days, you’ll notice Yuji helping you around more often, taking things off of your work and doing them for you, complimenting you out of nowhere, it’s hard not to blush at his attempts to court you. 

       ☉ The sudden gain of confidence is sort of scary, but you’re trying your best to make sure that he can tell that you’re interested in him too

       ☉  With you giving him a towel for his sweat after training, buying him a drink, treating him lunch, and praising him, it became more noticeable how his face gleams with fluster as he hears your every word and observes every action that you do, it’s honestly adorable (he’s like a puppy!)

       ☉ At the end of the day it alls ends well with just a simple--

       ☉  “(Y/n), I like you!”

       ☉  “Yuji, I like you!”

       ☉  The two of you would never forget the way how you both stared into each others eyes, full of wonder and confusion. Both your minds trying their best to process those synchronised words that the two of you have been meaning to tell. 

       ☉  Yuji would in shock and deny it at first, not knowing what to say, “Wha? No, no wayyyy!”

       ☉  And the next thing you know, you’re in his arms while his face is buried in your neck, his grip tight and comfortable. “You don’t understand how long I’ve been wanting to hear those words from you (Y/n)...”

       ☉ It will all end so sweet and well, give him a kiss on the cheek and this boy is gone for the day. 

〄           ⤷ Megumi Fushiguro | 伏黒恵 - - -

       ☉ I don’t know how this dude will ever get confident to tell you that he likes you in the first place pfft. 

      ☉ I know, I know, Megumi is an honest and a straight forward boy, but just the words, “(Y/n), I like you,” honestly just leaves him breathless with anxiety

      ☉ Megumi would definitely be the type to wake up in the morning and think of you while brushing his teeth and attempt to practice confessing to you in front of a mirror. But Megumi would realise how childish and embarrassing he’s acting and immediately stop.

      ☉ It’s not really obvious to an acquaintance to see Megumi be all quiet, but to people who’re close to Megumi like Yuji and Nobara, notice the way how he looks you at you, the way that his eyes shimmer with a little bit of light every time you smile, and how he just talks to the elders for them to give you less work. It all made Yuji and Nobara quirk a brow.

     ☉ “Oi, Fushiguro.” 

     ☉ Megumi turns around to see Nobara and Yuji standing side by side, hands on their hips, “What’s up with you?”

     ☉ “It’s nothing really,” Megumi states, attempting to walk past them. Nobara groans and pulls him back with the back of his collar, “Oi, we’re not stupid! You’re acting so weird. It’s gross.”

     ☉ “Tch, I said that it’s nothing...!” He tries to flee away from his classmates but they just pull him back with a pout. 

     ☉ “Hey, Megumi-- Oh! Hey! What’re you all doing here?” You pop out from the corner of the corridor and walk up to them, hands full fo boxes. 

     ☉ “Oh, we’re just chatting.” Megumi spoke before the other two can. 

     ☉”I see, I’ll be on my way, see you guys around!” You start to step to away, “Oh yeah, and Megumi, can I talk to you later?”

     ☉ He just nods.

     ☉ Nobara and Yuji stare at Megumi with their eyes bulging out of their sockets when they saw how Megumi’s eyes soften just hearing you. It surprised him how hostile he was, to soft in a second he heard your voice. 

     ☉ “The hell was that?!” Nobara and Yuji yell at him. 

     ☉ “It’s nothing, you idiots!”

     ☉ “You know what? I’m going to doll you up tonight for you to tell (Y/n) your feelings, this is stupid that you’re trying to hide it when it’s obvious. But honestly, I never expected Fushiguro to admire someone. I thought you were the type to say, ‘ah, this is a waste of time,’ and continue on your day.”

     ☉ “I’m not--” 

     ☉ “I agree with Kugisaki, I’d honestly thought you’d be more into books instead of real people.” Yuji says.

     ☉ “You guys!” He whines through gritted teeth, pinching them at the back of their ears. 

     ☉ Later that night, Nobara and Yuji dragged Megumi into Nobara’s dorm. Right now, he was sitting in Nobara’s chair, while Nobara applies slight makeup on his face. He has never felt more embarrassed in his life until now.

     ☉ “Is that necessary?” Megumi asks as Nobara applies mascara on his lashes. “Most definitely,” she replies, with a quick whisper of, “why do you have such nice eyelashes... I’m jealous.”

     ☉ When he came up to you that night, he wanted to die when you turned to him and saw visible lip gloss and mascara on his face, “Megumi! My god, come here!” 

     ☉ Megumi’s breath hitches when you bring him closer to you, face just a couple inches a part when you brush your fingers gently on his skin to feel the makeup with a grin.

     ☉ “This honestly just proves to me that you’re a pretty boy, Megumi!” 

     ☉ “A-A what?” 

     ☉ “You’re a pretty boy.” 

     ☉ “I’m not...”

     ☉ “Mmhm, sure, why don’t you look in the mirror and say that, and tell me if there’s a lie?”

     ☉ “...No.”

     ☉ “Aw, then I guess you accept that you’re a pretty boy.”

     ☉ He turns to you, “I never said--”

     ☉ “I’m messing with you, Megumi!” You say with a laugh, “Gosh, this is why I love you so much--” 

     ☉ The silence was painfully silent. 

     ☉ “(Y/n)...”

     ☉ “I-- forget what I said, I--”

     ☉ “I like you too.”

     ☉ “Huh?” You turn to him, eyes wide. 

     ☉ “You heard what I said... I like you.” He repeats himself again.

     ☉ Megumi went to this dorm that night with makeup on his face, and a visible kiss mark on his cheek. And the thing that stood out the most was a smile. 

     ☉ (Sorry if that ending was bad, I didn’t know how to end it...)

〄           ⤷ Norbara Kugisaki | 釘崎野薔薇 - - -

       ☉ Nobara is the most straight forward against her two male classmates.

      ☉  But that doesn’t mean that she wouldn’t be nervous. 

      ☉ Nobara would most likely confess after getting to know you for a while. Nobara would gain you respect for everything you do, and once she’s settled that you’re the one, she will try to confess as soon as possible because she doesn’t want anyone else attempt to court you 

      ☉  She’s the type of girl to fight people who even look at you the wrong way and defends your name if someone talks shit about you. 

      ☉  “The hell did you say?”

      ☉ “Oi, come over here and say it to my face, I dare you.”

     ☉ Stuff like that

      ☉  It’s sort of scary when she’s in everyone’s business when it involves negativity around you. Sure, you appreciate the gesture, but sometimes, it just gets out of hand, so make sure to let her know what she’s doing a lot for you and she will listen to you (temporarily before she throws hands with people for you again)

      ☉ Nobara will also give you little gifts out of nowhere every time she shops. She really takes pride the way that you smile and is grateful for the gifts. 

      ☉  Sometimes, she’ll invite you to go shopping with her and insists that she pays for everything because it’s her treat. 

      ☉  Nobara is really sweet on how she treats someone she cares about, and she will always make sure that you’re spoiled and happy

      ☉  The way that she confesses will be during a hang out or during lunch

      ☉  “Hey, (Y/n), can I tell you something...?” She’d start off, her cheeks rosy. Once you encourage her she’ll confess, “I like you. I really like you... I don’t know what it is, but I just can’t simply put it into words.”

      ☉  She will be biting her lip, her eyebrows narrowed with her fingers fiddling around with each other, awaiting your response. 

      ☉ “Nobara, I like you too!”

      ☉  Once she hears those words from you, she’ll let out a dramatic sigh of relief before holding your hand. 

      ☉ “Oh my god, thank you so, so much. This was going to give me an acne breakout just feeling one-sided for a while... but thank you for telling me the things I was scared about was all me.”

      ☉ Now that she’s your girlfriend, expect her to be inviting you to her dorm to watch movies or even put makeup on you or do a skin routine together 

〄           ⤷ Satoru Gojo | 互助悟 - - -

       ☉ He won’t confess, he’ll tease you in attempt to make YOU confess

      ☉ Gojo is an asshole and won’t be straight forward at all. He’ll be left and right, and up and down, and you can’t predict his movements. 

      ☉ But he is straight forward on teasing the hell out of you. 

      ☉ “Aww~ (Y/n)! Do you like me?~ You don’t have to be shy, you can say it! Say, ‘Gojo san, I like you’~” Before he just laughs at your unreadable expression. 

      ☉ But it makes it confusing how he teases you about liking him, when he’s the one initiating everything. Gojo will give you gifts out of nowhere, then pout that you owe him, share his sweets with you, then complain that there’s less, or sometimes he’ll even treat you for lunch or dinner whenever the two of you are free

     ☉ Gojo is like a child, and he honestly will get whatever he wants somehow because he “deserves it” according to him

     ☉ He’s a touchy person and he always gets into everyone personal space, so expect him to be randomly holding your hand, have an arm around your shoulder, hug you, or just ruffle your hair 

     ☉ It’s sweet but it can get annoying, fast

     ☉ But by the way that he laughs at your angered state, it almost seems like he wants this reaction

     ☉ So if you decide to play with him and pretend to be content with his actions, he’ll be really confused. 

     ☉ Gojo makes you mad on purpose, but if you show gratitude or any sense of content with his teasing one day, he wouldn’t know what to do. 

     ☉ “(Y/n),” he calls, his tone serious, “Are you high? Did someone drug you?”

     ☉ He immediately thinks that you’re on something to be content with his actions because he has never met someone who show’d content 

     ☉ But since your smiles and laughter has thrown him off guard, he’ll be staring at you with awe, his mouth agape every time you joke around with him or smile at him

     ☉ It just proves that he likes you, rather than him thinking you like him. 

     ☉ Which leads to an unintentional and inferred confession, “Hey, (Y/n), do you wanna get dinner with me tomorrow night? I’m free.” Gojo invites 

     ☉ “Is it a date?” You tease.

     ☉ The dead silence is a give away.

     ☉ “If we make it one, yes, love~” He pulls his blindfold over his head and sends you a wink and a grin, his cheeks a shade of pink before he leaves the room.

     ☉ Once he leaves, he’ll put his hand in a fist and chant, “YES!” before he continues on his day, happier and peppier than usual (which is creepy to his students and Nanami)

༺ Chef’s Note: Sorry that it gets bad at the end but I hope that this is okay, thank you for ordering! Please come again soon!

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #kugisaki nobara #gojo satoru #anon

[cheoliehae]

121U! - jeon wonwoo // seventeen au

❖ soulmate: you are able to communicate with your soulmate via a special chat room but you are both unaware of who you are due to the username

❖ a/n: hi everyone, so if you been here since the beginning of my blog you know that i used to write bts text au and that I also have skz au writing account. well since im in my 3rd year of uni i started to write to relieve stress and it’s really fun. so enjoy this idea i had that was og for my skz blog. if you haven’t figured it out yet I took inspiration from Day6 song 121U (aka a bop) as well as A Cinderella Story (you know the one with Hillary Duff, a CLASSIC). It is unsure how much i will write on this blog since again i only write when i am relieving stress so until next time enjoy :)

❖ word count: 1.6k (legit one word away from 1.7k)

❖ paring: jeon wonwoo  x gn reader

❖: high school au, soulmate au

Ah, high school, a time where smarts and social status do not mix well together. You are either lucky enough to be a part of the popular crowd, being invited to all of the hottest parties, and dating the hottest people. Or get a normal student focusing on their studies and not giving a crap about any social status that one may obtain. Walking down the hallway with your earbuds in your ear you didn’t care about the people around you. You were just at school to study and graduate knowing that you were destined for greatness after high school.

“Excuse me,” you heard a voice coming from behind you. Pulling out your airpods you were faced with Mina and her group of followers. “Can I help you?” you questioned her as you had no idea what she wanted from you. You have never even said two words to her before this moment so you were highly confused about what was happening. “You are walking slowly and my locker is right there so can you please use your two legs and move faster please,” Mina motioned for her hands to move. Rolling your eyes you did just that and proceed to walk into class.

“Hey y/n you look, not good,” your best friend Joshua as he saw you sit down at your desk. Setting your head down a small sigh left your month “I hate Myoui Mina with a passion, I get it she is popular but does that give her a reason to freakin pick on everyone like come freakin on”. Joshua extended his arm and gently pat you on the back “there their y/n, rant to your best friend,”. Raising your head up you saw Mina walking into class with her boyfriend Wonwoo as his arm was around her. “Great this is going to be a long day,” you set your head back down and moped.

As time passed by you started to get bored in class as you finished all of your assignments. You opened a new tab on your laptop and entered into a chatroom. A smile grew on your face as you got excited seeing your friend mrbookworm was online. A bit of backstory mrbookworm is actually your soulmate but you felt really awkward calling him your soulmate since you had no idea who he was.

ouasunshine: hey i see that you are alive

mrbookworm: yeah i finished my classwork a bit early so i wanted to see if you were on or not

mrbookworm: and just like i expected here you are :)

ouasunshine: i am highly convinced that you are just on this chat room 24/7 waiting for me to come online

mrbookworm: you would be disappointed if that was false ;)

ouasunshine: dont get cheesy with me.

A chuckle left your mouth knowing how much mrbookworm made you feel. But it sucked that you did not know him in person cause you really did believe that if you did your whole world would be different. He seems like the type of person who really did not care about social status or what others think of him. 

mrbookworm: how are your classes today?

ouasunshine: the normally but I did have a lovely run-in with one of the ‘popular’ at my school

ouasunshine: let’s just say it was not really the highlight of my day

mrbookworm: :( im sorry you had a rough day I wish there to make you feel better

ouasunshine: i have to go, the bell just rang

Packing up your backpack and quickly walked out of the classroom trying your best to avoid any more interactions with that clique. Which for once was in your favor as you didn’t run into any of that crowd for the rest of the school day. Your absolute favorite time of the day was when the last bell rang and you were able to go to the library. It was quiet and wasn’t too crowded unless it was midterm or final season. The librarians were also very appreciative that you came during your free time and helped out. “Y/n, I just wanted to let you know that we are going to close up a bit early so don’t be alarmed okay,”. “I won’t Mrs. Park,” you said with a smile on your face and then returned to your book. 

As time passed you were getting lost in your book. “Excuse me,” looking up from your book you say Wonwoo standing in front of you “Um can I check out a laptop?”. “Sure but the library is closing early so you have at least 30 minutes before I have to ask for it back. ID please,” you held out your hand. He handed it to you and once you scanned everything you handed it back to him. You watched as he walked away and returned to your book. Looking over at the desk that was in front of you you saw your phone buzzing. You moved forwards to see if anyone was in your line of sight and if anyone could see you, let’s just say you were in the clear.

mrbookworm: if you were picking out a book for me, what book would you recommend?

ouasunshine: what makes you say that I am a reader?

mrbookworm: well for one thing your soulmate is a bookworm aka i am a bookworm 

mrbookworm: i kinda hope that my soulmate is one too

ouasunshine: Are We There Yet? by David Levithan. It is about two brothers who go to Italy and they end up falling for the same girl but neither of them knows. It is pretty good. I give it a solid ⅘ but it definitely breaks the love standards that we are used to.

mrbookworm: wow i can’t imagine a system without soulmates

ouasunshine: i feel like the system of soulmates will still exist but people won’t know see the signs unless they are truly in love

mrbookworm: do you think there will be a possibility that we would be soulmates without this whole soulmate system.

ouasunshine: that is really hard to say

The clock hit 15:30 and you had to leave. So you logged out and looked around for Wonwoo to get everything back. “Um hey so,” you said walking up to where he was sitting out. “Oh is it time already?,” he said looking at his watch and then back at you. “Yeah, sorry for kicking you out I guess? I mean I know we are open later than this but you know closing hours aren’t my rules to make,” you said looking at him. “No no I understand, do you think I can check out a book or will it be easier to get it tomorrow morning?”. “Probably come tomorrow morning then you have more time to actually look for your book if you have no idea where it is located,”. “Yeah I think that will be my best bet. Thanks for the help y/n,”.

You were taken aback by him saying your name was this was one of the first time that you have ever had a conversation with him. “No problem, Wonwoo,: smiling back at him as you walked him out before locking up.

As the night was drawing to an end you were laying in bed finishing up an homework assignment. It was a simple reading so it was nothing heavy but you did wish that time would pass faster. A ding from your computer and you saw the lovely notification from your soulmate.

mrbookworm: two truths and one lie?

ouasunshine: hello to you too,

ouasunshine: what are you doing lol

mrbookworm: i’m bored and I don't feel like bothering my friends

ouasunshine: so you wanted to bother me?

mrbookworm: you’re my soulmate ;)

mrbookworm: you are kinda stuck with me forever 

ouasunshine: i mean i guess i can spare a minute or two

ouasunshine: ummm

ouasunshine: my favorite cake is red velvet, i played soccer as a kid and i’m 75% certain i was a butterfly in my kindergarten school play.

mrbookworm: oh that is an easy one

mrbookworm: it's the butterfly one

ouasunshine: i wish you can hear me laugh

ouasunshine: it is actually the cake one

mrbookworm: you’re lying

ouasunshine: no i believe that i have a picture somewhere.

ouasunshine: i was either a butterfly or a flower but i have a picture somewhere

mrbookworm: well when i meet you in person you will have to show me

mrbookworm: but what is the lie?

ouasunshine: i really don't like red velvet cake

For the rest of the night, you were talking to your soulmate. And just like you wished for at the beginning of the night the hours did fly by when you were talking to him.

Arriving at school early you walked straight to the library. You unlocked the door and headed to the main deck and pulled out the book that you were reading last night. And to your surprise the first person who entered was Wonwoo.

“Good Morning,” he said, walking up to the desk with a smile on his face. The soft curls from his hair lightly hit the top of his glasses. And the grey sweatshirt that he wasn’t helping his case and we really did look nice. “Hey morning, are you here to look for that book from yesterday?”. “Yeah I am looking for Are We There Yet? by David Levithan,”. Your head lifted from the computer and stopped typing mid-sentence. “No there is no way,” you thought to yourself. “Is there something wrong? Is it checked out?”. “No it’s not that, it’s just I recommended that book to someone yesterday, it is one of my favorites,” you said looking away. “Oh same, well not me recommended but it was recommended to me,” Wonwoo said looking down at the ground.

“This is a very out of the blue question but are you mrbookworm? Again totally random questions and if you aren’t that this is highly embarrassing,”. Wonwoo just looked at you and smiled. “Hi ouasunshine, I’m expecting to see that picture of you as a butterfly one day, maybe over coffee?”. “I would really like that,”.

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[jaylixjun]

Last kiss pt.3

https://fredweasleys-gf.tumblr.com/post/650322643337232384/last-kiss

part one!^

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y/n had spent only a few minutes in the tub, she couldn’t relax, she had dunked her head multiple times under cold water,but still no luck.

after a few minutes,she decided to get out.

she squeezed some water out of her hair before she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself.

she applied lotion and dressed up, not bothering to dry her hair.

she grabbed her slippers and left the bathroom.

“feel better ?” marianne asked when she saw her come down the stairs.

y/n just shrugged

“well, hope this will make you feel better” she said showing y/n favorite movie making her crack a smile.

“we have popcorn and the drinks, however, there’s no ice cream and candy, i will be real quick! back in a flash!” marianne said apparating away.

five minutes later, y/n’s mouth felt dry, so she decided to get up and get a glass of cold water grabbing a pain killer for her head.

she sat down in her couch, hugging her knees, her hair soaking her shirt making her cold.

all of a sudden she heard three loud knocks startling her.

-

“alright fred, once again you’re sure about this?”

“yes! just-let’s go”

george and fred grabbed their wands, fred putting his in his pocket while george had his out.

george placed a hand on fred’s shoulder and apparated to y/n’s place.

“alright, here we are, just come back when you’re finished” george said almost apparating away.

“georgie?, thank you, i will fix this”

“good luck” said george before he left.

fred’s stomach was swirling with nerves, he felt faint.

the light was on so he knew she was home.

he took deep breaths before he raised his hand up to knock.

“mari! you know you have a wand right?” he heard y/n say loudly so , who she thought was marianne, to hear.

fred sighed and knocked again.

a few moments later she opened the door.

she opened the door about to speak when she saw fred standing on her porch.

fred didn’t even get a chance to speak before she slammed the door closed.

“y/n” he said softly but loud enough for y/n to hear, he knew she was still behind the door.

“y/n can we please talk?”

she still didn’t reply making fred knock once again a few moments later

“no, please go away” he heard her say, knowing she was about to cry

“please.., can i just please explain myself??!” fred said desperately

on the other side of the door, y/n was covering her mouth trying not to make any noice, about to tell him off again but she felt like she needed to know why he left her.

a minute later, y/n wiped her tears and tried to compose herself opening the door.

“i’m assuming george brought you, after i told him not to, now explain” y/n said trying to keep her head high

“y/n, first things first i want to say i am so sorry, everyday i regr-“

“not the first time i’ve heard a guy say the same apology, not personally to me but you get it” she said cooly taking fred aback making him sigh.

“y/n…”

“what? care to actually explain it to me now?”

fred just looked at her, both of them making eye contact, making each others eyes fill with tears,y/n determined not to let one slip out,but it kept getting harder as she tried not to blink.

finally fred let them out.

“i miss you so so much and i really truly am sorry” fred said almost breaking down.

at this, y/n couldn’t help it, she couldn’t help the waterworks coming out from her eyes, she turned around and walked back to her couch, leaving the door open as an obvious “come in” to fred.

y/n sat with her knees to her chest, holding on to her fox slippers on her feet.

fred came in and closed the door, following to her couch, sitting down scooting away to give her space.

his eyes trailed down to her slippers, making him let out a tiny smile.

“nice slippers” he said, making y/n look up at him

“explain”

“oh okay well um” he said, the smile quickly leaving his face “i’m not sure where to start”

“how about why you left me?” y/n changed her posture and sat with her back straight

he cleared his throat before starting, he rubbed his hands together as a clear sign of him being anxious

“well y/n that’s the thing, i’m not entirely sure-“

“you’re not sure?? are you kidding me??!”

“look, i’m so sorry, five months ago it made so much sense to me, now i’m not sure why”

“i don’t understand you! we were fine that morning and the day before that and the day before that do i keep going?”

“that day i was not in a good mood-“

“that’s it ?? you weren’t in a good mood?? what a bullshit excuse! yearsss of being together and you break it off with no explanation over a bad mood??”

“y/n…please listen” fred said, all y/n did was turn her head away from him looking the other way so he wouldn’t see her tears, but he knew they were there,as some of his own started spilling.

“okay, yes it sounds absurd but it’s true i wasn’t in a good mood that day, it sounds stupid when i say it out loud but,” he sighed trying to put his thoughts into words, “okay, that was not the first time i’ve gotten home late as you noticed, i was always missing out on afternoons with you for months ! i could tell it upset you, but you, you still stuck by me,yes we were fine and i was determined to change and be there more for you but work just was too much, that day was one of the toughest one and i just started overthinking and though it would be better to break it off knowing it wouldn’t be the last day like that, i swear if i could go back to that day and make it alright i would in a heartbeat”

at this point y/n was already sobbing, trying to keep the sobs away, she opened her mouth a few times to say something but kept closing it.

all of a sudden, marianne apparated back into the kitchen

“hey y/n/n i’m back, i brought you your favorites, even picked up some cauldron cakes!”

“y/n?” she said turning around spotting her crying and fred on the couch.

“what are you doing here??!”

“i’m-“

“mari, it’s okay don’t worry” she said getting up to her feet and walking towards her cousin.

“can you please wait for me upstairs for a bit?”

“are you sure?”

“yes i am”

“okay, call me if anything”

and with that she went up the stairs but not before glancing back.

y/n didn’t sit back down, she stood where she was, crossing her arms feeling small.

fred stood up too, walking towards him, standing a few feet infront of her.

“why didn’t it occur to you to come talk to me?”

“i-“

“i mean we fixed almost everything between us, like when you left hogwarts and i was still in school, or during a goddamn war!”

“i just don’t understand fred”

fred walked towards her and this time she didn’t pull away, she just looked up at him and felt her lip quiver, his eyes too were glistening with tears, seeing as he had hurt her for months.

he kept pushing his luck and kept going towards him until they were mere inches away, all of a sudden the hugged her and she sunk into the hug, sobbing loudly.

“i kept thinking you fell out of love with me,freddie” she said gripping his sweater to assure herself he was there with her and didn’t want to let him go.

“i never did love, i never stopped loving you” he said, feeling his chest warm of having her in his arms after years, smelling the smell of her shampoo that lingered in her hair, also the fact that she called him freddie.

“then why? fred ,it hurt so much” she said looking up at him

“i thought i was no good for you”

she cupped his cheek and put their foreheads pressed up together, wiping stray tears from his face with her thumbs, while he held her tight, as if she was gonna disappear, crying together,finally feeling as if things were gonna get better.

“freddie…” she whispered “you were the best! how can you think you weren’t”

“i’m so sorry y/n, i will spend the rest of my life showing you how much i love you, i will never leave you again, of course if that’s okay with you.”

y/n let out a choked sob out of relief, feeling like she was still dreaming.

“yes freddie, i missed you so much”

“i missed you most, i know it’s not going to be easy and fast, but i pinky promise you i will get there, i will make up for lost time and more”

y/n nodded into him, letting her hand drop from his face on to his shoulder and hugging him tight while she was on her tippy toes, burying her face in his neck, him feeling like home to her.

fred pulled away slightly enough to see her face and with his both hands, cupped her face.

“i love you y/n, to the moon and to saturn”

“i love you most freddie” she sobbed looking at him

“please don’t leave again”

“i won’t love, i won’t”

like a magnet, both of them moved towards each other, fred stopping an inch away from her looking at her for consent, making her nod and their lips connecting for the first time in five months.

it was a short kiss of affirmation, him letting her know he would always be there for her.

“bloody hell i love you so much woman” he said carrying her making her yelp as he carried her into the couch.

-

fred never broke his promise (:

-

this was a long one lol, hope you guys liked it !! i didn’t intend into writing this much !!

@freddiemylovelg gave me the idea of fred breaking up with her bc he thought he wasn’t good enough, and i thank you!!

#fred weasley #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley fic #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley oneshot #fred weasley x y/n #harry potter #weasley twins #back to december #last kiss #fred weasley fluff #fluff #harry potter angst #harry potter imagine #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy

[straight-into-the-animus]

A Place For Crows To Rest Their Feet (French Fryes)

Cause some people were interested in the idea of older French Fryes apparently and I thought I’d try my hand at it.

Song title and fic inspo from Marbles by The Amazing Devil

Read on Ao3

Arno felt old. 

Well, he was old. It was made sure of that when at his last milestone birthday that everyone decided to overload the cake with candles representing his age. He had been able to laugh it off as a joke then. But now everytime he looked in the mirror and saw a new wrinkle near his eyes and mouth, he scowled.

When he saw his favorite music being relegated to the classic station, he flipped the channel.

And when it was cold and rainy and shitty outside and he had difficulty getting out of bed, he grumbled.

Jacob always just laughed at his perturbed expression and would say that they didn’t need to get out of bed anyway and would snuggle in for a few hours more.

Even though he knew Jacob never meant anything by the things he said, it still made him feel bad. His husband was only a few years younger than him. But the problem was he didn’t look that bad, and if he felt old he never told Arno. He was already aging like fine wine. Arno felt like aged milk.

Jacob had noticed once before, when Arno pointedly avoided looking in the mirror while they were hip to hip in the bathroom getting ready for the day.

“‘ou a’righ’?” He asked around a toothbrush.

“Hmm?” He asked, toweling off and looking over as Jacob spat out the paste and washed his mouth out before trying again.

“You alright?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I dunno. You just seem… off. Didn’t even hear one ABBA song in the shower, either.” He smiled a bit, trying to get Arno to copy. Which he did, but it was gone rather quickly.

“I’m fine, mon amour. Just tired, still.” He wrapped the towel around his waist, pecked Jacob’s cheek and made to leave, but got pulled back. Jacob kissed him deeply, the taste of mint still on his tongue and making Arno hum; his husband’s mouth was still practically sinful after all this time. Jacob pulled away and then went back in for one more peck on Arno’s lips, leaving both of them smiling.

“Love you.”

“I love you, too.” Arno said, meaning it completely as he left to go get dressed.

He tried to make sure that was the end of it, or at least to keep it out of sight of Jacob. But then his pride went down like a kick in the balls when he woke up one morning and saw the roots of his hair turning gray. Like ash gray. Like old gray. He’d gone out to the shops immediately and found the darkest box color for his hair that he could and shoved it in the back of their linen closet the minute he came to his senses.

Really, it was a bad idea. If he did it, he’d have questions no one wanted to hear and explanations he really didn’t want to give. And Jacob would find out anyway. But it was an impulse purchase he didn’t think through and so he hid it until the time was right, if it ever would be.

And then Jacob noticed him as he entered the living room and let Arno in on their small couch to watch whatever inane reality show they both liked, and then he forgot about it, because how could you remember anything at that point?

It didn’t take too long for his husband to find it out, though.

“Care to explain this?” Jacob said, coming into the dining room where Arno was trying to clean, and Arno turned too quickly at the tone in his voice and stubbed his toes on the thick table leg.

“Merde-!”

“Jesus, Arno- Don’t try and die on me now.” Jacob went over quickly as Arno sat in one of the chairs, placing something on the table as he pulled up the other chair next to Arno’s. Arno waved him away and curled up his hurt foot to rub it.

“Don’t touch it.”

“Drama queen. Do you need me to get the first aid kit? Or do you think you’ll live?” 

“You’re hilarious. Have I mentioned that before?”

“Only on days that end in “y”.” Jacob replied, and Arno stewed a bit. It didn’t take long for him to look over at whatever it was Jacob had brought into the room, and he grew a bit pale. Jacob, of course, because he had such a great eye when he wanted to, noticed immediately. “Figured it was yours.”

Arno didn’t grace him with a response at first. But the silence wouldn’t give.

“I found some gray hairs.” He mumbled.

“Yeah… Those tend to happen when you make it a few decades.”

“It doesn’t mean I have to like it! I don’t want to get old, Jacob. I’ll be… Gross, and senile, and you’ll hate me.”

“Please tell me you’re joking. You are joking?”

Arno flexed his hurt foot and quickly set it down, making to leave but stopped as Jacob grabbed his wrist and sat him back down in the chair.

“You know what I like so much about you getting old?” Jacob didn’t wait for Arno to answer. “It shows you made it.”

Arno almost made a rebuttal, but stopped when he tried to parse through the words and actually think about them.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ve known you for decades.” Jacob still held Arno’s hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it. “Since Uni. And you did the dumbest shit. I’m surprised we’ve gotten to this point without you needing a liver transplant.”

Arno looked down. He knew exactly what Jacob was talking about. He had been twenty two and having daily panic attacks about leaving university to actually be a person. Most relationships with girls and some guys were limited to one quick go in bed and then he was gone in the morning. 

Jacob hadn’t been much better off emotionally, or financially, but at least he knew how to handle his shit better. They made an interesting match that way.

“You’re getting old because you’re alive. And I get to see that.”

“Is this supposed to make me feel better?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Well it isn’t.”

Silence overtook for a few minutes as Arno looked down and Jacob studied him.

“Then I guess you must really hate me looking old.” Jacob said.

“I could never. And the difference is, you look good. You still have cute waitresses flirting with you despite the ring.”

“You mean from the diner last week?” Jacob raised an eyebrow. “Leanna had to be forty. And she was just being friendly.”

“She certainly wasn’t giving extra ketchup to me.”

“I would’ve given it to you.”

“So generous.”

“One of my best qualities.” Jacob murmured as Arno’s eyes remained dropped. A hand moved up to Arno’s cheek, and he realized Jacob’s pointer finger was tracing the lines near his mouth and the crows feet on his eyes. “Didn’t marry you for nothing, you know. I knew what I was getting into. And even if you turn out to be a grumpy old hunchback who can’t walk, I would still choose you if I had the choice.”

Arno felt his eyes start to glass over the longer Jacob spoke. It wasn’t some great speech. It was simple, and short, and matter of fact, and just… Jacob. Just as he had been for decades. And it sounded just as sincere now as it sounded when they were much younger men and first said they loved each other. And it was as sincere as when they had finally gotten married not even a decade ago. Arno had a shaky smile and squeezed Jacob’s hand, allowing the other one to keep exploring the tracks in his face.

“‘Sides,” Jacob purred as he leaned in closer, a gleam in his eyes, “being older just means you’re full of experience. And how could anyone say no to that?”

“Jacob-” He didn’t even know where he was going with his sentence, but it hardly mattered when he felt a warm pair of lips on his neck, making their way up his face. He turned his head at the right time and caught Jacob’s lips with his own. They both smiled, a soft thing.

“I love you.” Arno said.

“Love you too. Drama queen.” Jacob smirked as Arno rolled his eyes affectionately.

“Maybe stop putting up such high standards and I’ll consider taking a step back on my quest for perfection.”

“Sorry, I can’t. I gotta put in work to keep you in love with me. Sure as hell it isn’t my personality keeping you locked up.”

“Certainly not.” Arno snorted, leaning in and resting against Jacob. The man held him for a minute before speaking again.

“You believe me yet? That you’re good? And we’re good? Even if you get old?”

“I’ll work on it.” Arno admitted. Whether it was what Jacob wanted to hear or not, he was still welcomed in and let to rest for a while longer.

“Let’s move this to bed so we don’t stiffen up, eh?”

“You’re not going to carry me like you used to?” Arno asked teasingly as Jacob helped him stand up out of the chair. The man shrugged.

“Can’t. I’m too old.”

It wasn’t funny. It really wasn’t. But Arno laughed until he coughed, anyway.

They ended up throwing the box color out with much prejudice. And when Jacob started growing his own gray hairs, looking like a salt and pepper shaker, Arno just ran his fingers through each one while they watched inane reality television.

So. I ended up creating a whole other backstory for these two but found I couldn’t fit it in to the story, lol. If you’d be interested in that as well, let me know.

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[TRR x ES] Viewing Party

Book: The Royal Romance & Endless Summer Pairings: Liam x MC (Katrina Bailey), Drake x OC (Alyssa Devereaux), Jake x MC (Laurel) Rating/Warnings: G; mild innuendo Author’s Note: * All main characters belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them * Katrina Bailey & Laurel are the MCs I use when writing fanfic for TRR and ES, respectively; Alyssa Devereaux belongs to birthday girl @burnsoslow​ * This is my submission for @wackydrabbles​​ Prompt 80: Stop looking at me like that. * Author’s Note 2: * This is a birthday gift for my cheesy, potato loving homegirl Burnsie, who requested her very first Endless Summer/Jake fic, despite having never read any ES fic until now 🙈 for the sole reason being that she and Jake McKenzie are almost birthday twins, and my favorite pilot turns 30 this year. If you’re unfamiliar with canon ES trivia, Jake can hold his breath for 9 minutes, and Estela can hold her breath for an astonishing 14. This isn’t entirely what I had in mind when I set out to write an ES/Jake birthday fic, but I wasn’t about to miss your day because I’ve hit a whole ass writer’s wall, Burnsie! I hope you have an AMAZING day and I’m sending you so many hugs! You’re one of the sweetest ladies here, and I am so very thankful that I can call you a friend 🥰 also my real, real gift to you is coming at a later date, as I still have to work on it 😬 * and yes, that’s DDT in the moodboard - just for Burnsie, again - since I use Barnes as Drake’s FC in my TRR fics, lol * Word Count: 2000 on the dot!

It was nearly 10:00 PM on Friday evening, when Burns arranged things around the comfiest chair in her living room. The rest of her family already retired for the evening, after a small but wonderful birthday celebration in her honor at home. Within easy reach, she’d arranged drinks and snacks next to her laptop - a glass of water, a hot mug of tea, a slice of homemade birthday cake to take care of any sugar cravings, and a small platter of cheese and crackers for something more savory. She grinned softly at the newest addition to her mug collection, watching the steam rise from the contents within. 

The lavender mug arrived in the mail earlier that day from one of her friends, emblazoned with a quote from David Rose. Burns took a sip of the warm beverage before setting it down on the small side table and situated herself in the chair. She flipped open the laptop and pulled up a browser window, smiling at a gift from another friend - there was a sticker next to the trackpad with a drawing of a wedge of Swiss, quoting another memorable line from Schitt’s Creek, reminding her to “fold in the cheese.” Burns glanced to the time on the screen and logged in to her Netflix account, clicking until she arrived at the viewing party, and began typing to join the group chat. 

She was greeted with jubilant messages from Donna, Ella, Brandy, Anitah, and half a dozen other friends, wishing her a happy birthday before the show started. They’d formed an ever-growing viewing party for a new series titled Stranded in the Orchard, which was an odd amalgamation of Survivor and Gilligan’s Island. Taking a cue from reality tv competitions, there were hidden cameras all over the island to monitor everyone and reduce production crew intervention, and in a nod to Hunger Games, there was an omnipresent host that would drop messages to signal when challenges were about to take place. After four episodes, the ladies in the watching party started picking their favorites from the two teams. 

Team Ruby consisted of a group that appeared to have been shipwrecked onto the island. Leo was dubbed The Rogue; his brother Liam was The CEO; Katrina was The Attorney; Alyssa was The Teacher; Drake was The Cowboy; Olivia was The Weapons Expert; Bertrand was The Grump; Madeleine was The Whiner; Maxwell was Bertrand’s brother and The Jester; Hana was The Jill of All Trades. Bertrand and Madeleine had already been voted off when Ruby lost two events. 

Team Catalyst consisted of a group of mostly college students. Jake was The Pilot; Laurel was The Mystery Girl; Sean was The Coach; Michelle was The Doctor, even though she was only pre-med; Craig was The Muscle; Zahra was The Engineer; Aleister was The Slick One; Grace was The Brain; Diego was The Entertainer; Estela was The Huntress. Catalyst lost the last two events, which sent Aleister and Grace packing. 

Everyone settled in to watch the opening credits as they recapped last week’s episode, where Ruby won the immunity challenge and fishing gear by building a makeshift stretcher to rescue and carry Katrina from a jungle crash site to a first aid station on the beach; Catalyst voted Grace out. Burns popped a cheese cube into her mouth as she and her friends watched the two groups deal with day-to-day chores in their respective camps on Day 14 of the show. They chatted about the team members and how much Burns wanted to see Drake take off his shirt to go in the water, despite the knowledge that there were clips of him cuddling with Alyssa; Donna, Ella, and Anitah would keysmash in the group chat any time Liam appeared on the screen, even though he and Katrina were clearly sweet on each other, while Brandy and Alyssa Lauren would ask what was happening or who someone was from the Catalyst team.

—

“Pillows and blankets are nice, but what we could really use is food,” Maxwell said, drawing an octopus in the sand with a piece of driftwood. “I don’t know how much longer I can last on coconuts and rice.” 

“Liam and Drake took the raft out this morning to try fishing with the gear, maybe they’ll get lucky,” Katrina suggested, stirring the pot of rice in the fire. She set the lid on top and stood up from her kimchi squat position, dusting some errant sand off her leg. They both looked out towards the water, as dawn stretched out across the ocean, making out shadowy forms of their friends as they bobbed in the water, just before one of them went under the surface. Behind them, the rest of their friends began to stir awake from the scent of rice cooking. 

Back at the Catalyst camp, Jake sat by the campfire with Estela; they were working on making their own fishing gear from bamboo and camp supplies after losing the previous challenge. Jake fed a length of twine through a handmade fishing pole while Estela sharpened tips on one end of a pile of branches she’d gathered. “Whatcha whittlin’, Katniss?” 

Estela glanced at Jake sideways. “Stakes. Hand over some of that twine, I need it to bind these to make spears.” With a begrudging huff, Jake unfurled the twine and ran it against the edge of the makeshift bench he was sitting on to cut it, before tossing the rest at Estela. 

“How fast can you tie those off? We’re losin’ daylight for a morning catch, if you wanna ride on the raft with me.” 

“Five minutes,” she answered, already working nimbly around a branch to secure the whittled spikes. 

The screen cut back to Ruby’s camp, where Liam and Drake stepped ashore, smiles brighter than the sunrise as Drake held up a fish trap with small rays flapping against one another. 

—

“kjsdhfksjhfksjhfks,” Burns smashed into her keyboard. “Look at my man! With the sea bounty!” 

“mevmnbvmnxb,” Ella smashed back.

“How do you know Drake did all the work? Liam’s just as wet, hahaha,” Donna chortled in response.

—

After killing their catch as humanely as possible - with Alyssa turning her face to Drake’s chest to avoid witnessing it - Leo and Olivia gutted and cleaned the rays before setting them on top of their makeshift grill to cook. Liam and Drake regaled the group with their morning under the water, as they took turns fishing. 

While Team Ruby enjoyed some protein with their rice that morning, members of the Catalyst team glumly spooned rice into their mouths as they sat around the campfire while Jake and Estela dried off; their morning fishing trip had been unsuccessful. 

Later that day, both teams received messages from the host to gather for a reward challenge. Each team made their way to a small lagoon, where they saw a structure floating in the water. A booming voice overhead instructed them to swim out to the structure and await further instructions. Once everyone from both teams had done so, a blue holographic image of the host appeared in the center to explain the rules. “The challenge is simple,” she narrated. “We want to see who can hold their breath the longest. There’s a bar you can use to keep yourself from floating up if you need it. Last one standing earns the prize for the whole team — an overnight trip at the Celestial Hotel, where our rotating film crew goes to rest. You’ll be treated to clean sheets and towels, hot showers, along with a decadent dinner and breakfast menu the next morning, before having to return to your camp.” 

Everyone’s eyes lit up at the incentive of a night away from sleeping on the beach, away from mosquitos, rodents, and the threat of being waterlogged by passing storms. Stomachs gurgled at the thought of hot meals that didn’t consist of rice, and the possibility of cocktails or wine. “Oh, we got this,” Jake murmured quietly to Laurel. “Bet I can hold my breath longer’n any of those Ruby kids.” 

“Is that so?” Leo taunted, overhearing Jake’s comment.

“Just call me Poseidon,” Jake smirked. 

“We’ll see about that,” Leo replied. “You know most of us are from an island, right? We’re basically merpeople.” 

—

“Bets! Bets on who wins this!” Brandy typed into the chat window.

“Sticking with Drake,” Burns typed. “Maybe Hana. She could have another random talent up her sleeve.” 

“My money’s on Liam. Look how broad his chest is,” Anya replied. “He’s got to have massive lungs to match.”

“That makes no sense,” Ella typed, adding a laughing emoji. “But I’m Team Liam anyway.”

“Don’t hate me,” Donna began. “Something tells me Jake isn’t boasting right now.” 

From her screen at home, Alyssa Lauren used Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe to choose Zahra. The rest of the group picked their favorites as the castaways donned goggles and got into the water. 

—

“Ready? Set! Go!” 

Sixteen heads dipped under the water’s surface, with contestants pinching their noses and puffing out their cheeks as an underwater camera filmed them. A handful of them - Olivia, Alyssa, Maxwell, Diego, and Michelle - tapped out under a minute. As the sand settled, thirty seconds passed before Katrina, Laurel, Sean, and Drake headed to the surface. Just after the two minute mark, Hana, Craig, and Zahra gave up, leaving Jake, Liam, Estela, and Leo under the water. 

Jake looked positively peaceful, sandy brown hair swaying with ease in the water. Estela tapped her fingers lightly across the bamboo rod, counting each second as it passed. Liam glanced over to his brother, who’d begun to turn pink. Half a minute later, Leo popped up to the surface, muttering to himself out of frustration. 

Three minutes in, Liam surfaced, gasping for air, leaving Jake and Estela to battle it out between themselves. Even though the hologram host blasted a horn to signal the end of the challenge, neither Catalyst member surfaced. Liam ducked down to check on them, and Jake and Estela both signaled that they were fine. Everyone continued to wait as the pair spent minute after minute under the water.

—

“Seriously? They’re on the same team!” Anitah typed. “They won already!” 

“They’ve been underwater for a scary length of time,” Brandy added. “What are they, Navy SEALs or something?” 

“I think Jake mentioned he was actually in the Navy before,” Alyssa Lauren replied. 

—

A digital clock appeared in the corner of the screen as the two Catalyst members continued to hold their breath underwater. With each passing minute, members from both groups began to worry. After eight minutes passed, the host’s voice rang out, advising them to pull Jake and Estela up from the water to end the challenge. Laurel and Craig ducked down, eventually pulling their teammates up. “Congratulations to The Catalysts!” the host exclaimed. “A boat will be waiting at your camp to take you to the hotel.” 

Laurel swatted Jake’s arm as they made their way to the shore. “What’s wrong with you!? You were underwater for nearly ten minutes! Who does that!?” 

Jake looked over his shoulder to her with a grin, mischievous sparkle in his bright blue eyes. “Ten would be a new record, my best is nine.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Imagine nine uninterrupted minutes of me holding my breath, Princess. My birthday is tomorrow, and I know exactly how I wanna celebrate,” he winked.  

Laurel’s cheeks flushed at the suggestion. “Stop looking at me like that, Top Gun.”

—

That evening at the hotel, after a sumptuous feast of lobster, crab, and an endless supply of beer and wine, the Catalyst members eventually went to bed. Much later into the night, Jake was seen sneaking into Laurel’s room. 

—

“I KNEW IT!” Burns typed. She laughed as her friends typed in responses full of lemon, fire, pepper, and eggplant emojis. She popped another cheese cube into her mouth and smiled, watching the rest of the episode play out.

#the royal romance fanfic #endless summer fanfic #choices the royal romance #choices endless summer #liam x mc #liam x trina #drake x alyssa #jake x mc #choices crossover fanfic #wacky drabbles #survivor au #happy birthday Burnsie #birthday fanfic #zaffrenotes writes #there was an attempt #this is not what I planned #lol but I am out of time and don't have it in me to scrap what I've written #🙈 I watched an entire season of Survivor for like...3 scenes to add to the fic