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could you pretend to be in love? (06/10)

The Connection

pairing: modern!aemond × fem!reader (fake dating)

summary: an unexpected person from the past shows up and there is a family dinner to attend, resulting in disastrous thoughts and difficult decisions.

word count: 8.9k

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the chapter is finally here!

sorry it took me so long, if you didn't see my last post go do it and you'll know why👀 but we can put it behind us now and I'm excited to tell you that the next chapter will finally give us that next level we've been waiting for so long!

I really hope it won't take me that long but for now, let's enjoy this new chapter and as always, I'll be very anxious to read your comments🥰

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The day of the dinner is slowly approaching.

And you still don't feel completely sure about it. However, despite your doubts and worries, you haven't backed out.

Mostly you think about what you're going to tell Aemond's mother by way of ruining things out of nervousness. Of course he should have already given her information about the relationship, but you're worried that she'll ask you questions and you won't know how to answer.

But that's not the reason she wants to get to know you… is it?

You think she probably just wants to know more about you, your likings, your non likings, your aspirations in life, your dreams, your family and things related to that.

Right?

You just hope so.

You've never done this before, meeting a guy's parents, ever. And you just get more nervous and feel more pressure knowing that Aegon and Helaena will be there too.

As well as you also feel guilty about the fact that they all think that you and Aemond are for real and you're just going to go there and convince them and assure them that you and Aemond are crazy about each other… when it's not true.

Now it's Thursday, tomorrow is dinner and Aemond doesn't seem at all concerned about it, when your thoughts are being completely tormented with it.

Still, you listen attentively to his words as you put away some books in your locker and he's standing next to you, leaning against the lockers, with the Romeo and Juliet book in his hands.

"Why did you make me read this shit? It's too hard to read and I don't like it," he says longingly.

You look away from your books to him and place a small amused smile on your lips at the sight of his face.

"It's like poetry and I don't like poetry, I don't understand it," he says frustrated, "I don't understand any of the weird rhyming they say."

"Well, Shakespeare has a unique way of expressing himself."

"Yeah, but what does he mean by 'My lips, two humble blazons, are ready to seal with a kiss softly'?" he recites reading the phrase with his brows furrowed and you let out a small laugh.

"Shakespeare loved beauty in words, even if it meant complicating things a bit."

"Yeah but why can't he just kiss her and be done with it without saying these weird words that give me cringe?"

"Come on," you give him an incredulous look, "It's romantic. The whole book is romantic with a tragic ending."

"This is definitely not romantic," he says incredulously and shaking his head, "It's weird, boring and makes me want to puke."

You look at him with a pout.

"You're not romantic at all."

"Excuse me?"

He immediately comes to defend himself, staring at you incredulously and completely indignant.

"I can be extremely romantic, thank you very much."

You raise your hands in a gesture of surrender, with a small smile as you see the spark of amusement in his gaze.

"You of all people should know that, you've witnessed it and you're the reason I do it mostly," he adds.

"But that's not… you know," you give him an expectant, knowing look.

"It's still romantic."

"No, it's not," you say with a laugh.

At your playful response, still busy at your locker, you don't notice and Aemond suddenly approaches. He takes your chin with one of his hands gently but firmly enough, causing you to look up at him, catching you off guard.

"What did you just say, my love?" he asks with a mischievous smile and amusement in his gaze, appearing serious and warning.

He brings his face closer to yours with a demanding gaze and your heart begins to pound as you let yourself be carried away by his proximity.

It is clear that he is going to kiss you, what does this mean if not kiss you? So you watch him expectantly and with your face lifted towards him, really looking forward to the sweet contact, your lips inches from his.

But first Aemond looks around briefly, wanting to make sure that some students in the hallway are watching you. When then, you see that he is overlooking a specific spot in the hallway.

You see how there is a slight glint in his eye and then he no longer moves.

You frown slightly, waiting. And before you can say or do anything, Aemond suddenly pulls away.

Confusion overtakes you and he clears his throat by averting his gaze, then smiles softly at you as if he wasn't about to kiss you seconds ago.

"Then I'll be more romantic next time," he says, taking his distance from you, as if trying to minimize the tense moment you've just shared.

Was he going to kiss you or not?

You can't just tell him to kiss you either, that he was going to, since this isn't real but… the change in his behavior confuses you, you don't quite understand what just happened and you don't know what to say.

"I have to go to the field now," he tells you, averting his gaze for a moment before looking at you again, "I'll see you in class, okay?"

"Hum… yeah, yeah, okay," you nod, still confused.

He gives you one last smile and before leaving, he gives your shoulder a light squeeze with his hand, another gesture that catches you off guard. Without a kiss on your forehead or cheek, as he usually does, he walks away.

You stand in the hallway, watching him go, with a mix of emotions you can't help but feel confused, uncertain and... disappointed.

Questions swirl around in your mind, but you don't have any answers. So shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you close your locker door and head to your next class.

Eventually you continue to run into him and he acts normal, as usual. He sits next to you in class, does the teacher's requested activities with you, and walks with you through the halls to the next class.

And everything is…normal, in a way.

Although he's still being kind and attentive, he's not being as affectionate as usual.

You can see how he's distracted, deep in thought from time to time, something is on his mind, something that you have no idea what it is but that keeps you alert, confused and makes you feel completely different from previous days.

You sense that the dynamic between you today has changed somehow, leaving you feeling bewildered.

And you don't know why.

Although it's not until break time that you find yourself sitting at a table alone, still feeling this awkwardness, when Alysanne comes in and drops the big bombshell on you that makes all the sense in the world.

"Why are you here eating so casually when I just saw your boyfriend catching up with his other ex-girlfriend?"

You raise your gaze to her almost instantly, with a mixture of surprise and confusion, a knot forming in your stomach as the weight of her words settle on your shoulders.

"What?"

"Yeah, Floris Baratheon," she says, then looks at you slightly confused, "How did you not know this?"

"What?" you repeat, not understanding.

"Floris Baratheon," she repeats to you slowly and clearly, "Dark hair, not as tall and certainly not as bitchy as Alys but still she falls into the category of girls who are superficial and think they are better than other girls," she explains to you.

Confusion lingers in your gaze, for despite the explanation, you still don't remember anything about a girl named Floris Baratheon at school.

"You really don't know who she is? Aemond didn't tell you about her?" asks Alysanne incredulously and your face answers her questions, "She transferred schools for a semester and just returned this morning. She and Aemond weren't actually dating but they had a thing when he and Alys broke up for like the twelfth time."

Your mind whirls as you process the information.

Honestly you had no idea about Floris' existence back in your invisibility days at school. Therefore, you also had no idea that she and Aemond had ever had any kind of relationship.

However… there is something you have an idea of at the moment.

This is why Aemond acted weird with you this morning, because of her. He must have seen her in the hallway and his demeanor changed completely.

"I-I didn't know that," you admit in a soft, low voice, trying to hide the uneasiness that is starting to creep up on you.

"Well, it's weird that Aemond didn't tell you anything, especially since I saw the two of them so comfortable and happy talking," she lets you know, "And I'm not telling you this with any malice or to make you feel bad, it's just that I think you should know, even though I thought you already knew."

You bite the inside of your cheek, feeling a surge of emotions wash over you that you can't quite explain, nor can you avoid.

You're not sure what to think or how to react to this, but one thing is for sure; things between you and Aemond are likely to get complicated.

But what can you really do?

You and he aren't really dating. What's the point of asking him about it when it's really none of your business? Besides if he didn't talk to you about it before, when he saw her, it must be for this very reason.

You have no right here, even if you feel this.

"Do you want to get out of here?" asks you Alysanne later, noticing your face and probably everything that is invading your mind.

And soon enough, she takes you to the rooftop of the school, outdoors, where you just sit and watch the sky and listen to her while she smokes a cigarette, talking to you about Cregan being around her lately.

But as much as you want to give her your full attention and corroborate what she is telling you, you can't.

The rest of the classes are without Aemond, since you don't share them with him, and when the school day ends, still not knowing exactly whether to wait for him to drive you home or not, you head for the exit of the building, deep in thought.

"Hey."

You feel a hand grab your shoulder and when you turn your head without stopping moving forward, you find Aemond standing next to you.

"Hi," you reply softly, turning your gaze back to the front.

And he at your side gives you an attentive, curious and slightly confused look.

"Are you okay? I didn't see you at break," he says softly, "I also texted you and you didn't respond."

"Oh," your mind goes blank for a moment, "I was with Alysanne on the roof. She was talking to me about some things."

"Hmm," he nods, still watching you between a mixture of attentive and curious.

Then the two of you say nothing more, with the silence loud between the two of you and that tension emanating from your body, when you speak again.

"Are you going to drive me home today?" you decide to ask him, watching him, with that hesitation in your tone of voice and look.

And he frowns, watching you blankly.

"I always drive you."

You are about to speak but a third voice does it for you, stopping your steps and also Aemond's.

"Aem!"

The two turn their heads and there she is, Floris Baratheon.

Black hair, brown eyes, slender and absolutely beautiful features. She approaches with a smile, showing off her perfect, aligned teeth.

Everything about her screams money, as well as elegance, from her perfectly coiffed hair to her impeccable designer clothes and accessories.

And the moment she catches both your attention and Aemond's, you notice how he beside you tenses slightly.

"Hey," she gives him a charming smile and her full attention, placing herself in front of him, "The guys are going to get something to eat, I was just told. Do you want to join us? We can take off in your car and catch up some more."

"Hum…" he is silent for a moment, shooting you a nervous glance, scratching the back of his neck.

And throwing you another glance, this finally catches Floris' attention and she notices your presence as well.

"Oh… hi," she smiles softly at you.

Despite your nerves and how uncomfortable you're starting to feel, you force yourself to smile as kindly and genuinely as possible.

"Hi."

"I'm sorry, I don't think I know you," she tells you in an exaggeratedly kind tone of voice.

And this too finally gets Aemond to react.

"Yeah, right, that's my fault," he says trying to act nonchalant and completely relaxed, "Floris, this is Y/N, m-my girlfriend."

You watch as she parts her lips and her surprise is evident as she looks at Aemond and then turns her attention back to you.

"I-I didn't find the moment to tell you."

You instantly observe Aemond, with a look that even you can't explain and he suddenly can't control his nervous gestures anymore, giving a wary glance to you and then to Floris.

"Oh."

She turns her gaze back to you and though she tries to hide her surprise, the strength of her smile seems a bit forced as she holds out her hand to you.

"I'm Floris, nice to meet you."

And within everything you're feeling right now, like awkwardness and feeling out of place, you still shake your hand with hers.

"Nice to meet you."

Tension is in the air and Aemond looks hesitant for a moment. And you continue to feel like an intruder between them, getting in between the interaction of two people sharing a history you don't fully know about.

When Aemond speaks again.

"Floris is my…

He tries to tell you, but his words are left floating in the air.

Suddenly you see how he struggles and searches his mind for a way to introduce you to the girl he had a thing with in the past, only according to him, you don't know that, when certainly Alysanne already took care of it.

And just like you, you too feel Floris' anticipation, waiting for him to introduce her.

"An old friend," he finally says.

Floris arches an eyebrow slightly at Aemond's introduction, her lips curving into a smile that seems to contain more than just politeness.

"Yes, that," she punctuates, with a knowing look that to you does not go unnoticed, "Well, I just wanted to know if you were free for this afternoon. Although if you want you can bring your girlfriend with us," she proposes.

Aemond takes a moment to respond, averting his gaze as he scratches the back of his neck in a nervous gesture.

And that's when you decide to speak.

"You can go with them," you tell him and that immediately gets his attention and hers, "I can just take the bus or something and I'll see you later," you say to start walking away from both of them.

His attention and slight surprise is most visible on his face, but before you can move too far away, he grabs your hand and advances towards you.

"What? No" he immediately inquires, "No, I'll take you home."

The determination in his tone of voice and in his gaze makes you feel a little more comforted, but still, you can't shake this uneasiness in you about Floris' presence.

And that's when Aemond turns to her again without letting go of your hand.

"Sorry Floris, another time," he tells her in his firmer, slightly strained voice.

And she nods with a sympathetic look, though you can't help but sense there's something else behind her expression.

"Of course, I understand, it'll be for next time then," she says, before turning to you, "It was nice meeting you, Y/N."

And finally she is the first to walk away.

You exchange a look you can't quite describe with Aemond and feel the awkwardness and seriousness linger between the two of you, even as the two of you leave the building and make your way to his car.

And once in the passenger seat and with Aemond driving through the city streets, you find yourself fiddling with your fingers in your lap, still feeling the awkwardness in the air.

You don't understand exactly what's got you right now but you can't even see Aemond out of the corner of your eye, so you keep your gaze focused straight ahead and on the side where the window is.

"Are you okay?"

You suddenly hear his voice speak softly to you, feeling his gaze on you from time to time and you squirm a little in your seat before you speak, swallowing hard.

"Yeah, all good," you say, trying to sound convincing.

He exhales deeply, noticing your distance again.

"I'm sorry if the Floris thing made you uncomfortable. S-she…" he sighs, "She's truly a childhood friend. We had something in the past but it was very brief and it's no longer relevant."

And although there is nothing wrong with his words, you still can't help but feel a slight knot in your stomach. And you act completely unconcerned.

"I understand," you say simply, in a soft voice and still without looking at him.

But this is not convincing to Aemond, who licks his lips and can't help but worry about the situation.

"I mean it."

"Aemond," you call him softly, finally looking at him, "I understand, I really do," you assure him, "I also meant it when I said you should go eat with her and your friends. You seemed very uncomfortable and there was no problem from me."

He nods slowly, but still looks a little uneasy.

"I just didn't expect I was going to see her again."

And you don't know if that's worse.

"Are you ready?"

Oh God, are you?

"I don't know," you answer honestly, nervously, looking at your outfit.

For this occasion you chose a pair of pants, ankle boots and a white tank top with a black jacket over it. You don't look overdressed but decent for the occasion, along with your makeup and hairstyle.

"Hey, easy," he says softly, placing both hands on your shoulders, "It's going to be okay. Besides we won't be alone, Aegon and Hel will be with us."

"Yeah but that's not what I'm worried about," you clarify, playing with your fingers, "What if I ruin everything?" you ask watching him fearfully, "What if everyone realizes that we're not really dating because of me?"

"I'll take care of that, don't worry," he assures you, with his soft gaze, "You just have to corroborate everything I say and stick to the main story. Other than that, my mother will just ask you questions about you to get to know you better."

"Are you sure?" you ask, not entirely convinced.

"Very," he affirms you, conveying calmness and assurance in his voice.

"You've done this before?" you can't help but ask, still with some hesitation, "I mean…" you lick your lips, nervous, "You've brought a girl before to dinner with your family?"

He is silent for a moment, as if considering how to answer, as the implication is clear because that's not the real question, you know that too.

Rather it is: have you ever brought Alys to dinner with your family before?

"Yes," he finally admits in a murmur, sincerely, "Yes, I have."

You stare at him silently, without the two of you saying anything else, only to look away and nod, again trying to look unconcerned, trying to calm your nerves further.

"My mother never liked her," he says later, again attracting your attention, "You know, Alys."

Again, you say nothing for a few moments, just lick your lips and nod.

"I understand."

Aemond lets out a heavy breath and takes a step towards you, lowering one of his hands to take one of yours, gently rubbing his thumb against the back of yours, this also immediately catching your attention, as you see him looking at you for a moment thoughtfully.

"Are you ready now?" he asks you softly, raising his gaze to you, "We can stay here a while longer if you want."

"No," you reply immediately, "No, I don't want to make everyone wait for us," you release a long breath, calming your nerves, "I'm ready now."

He places a small comforting smile on his lips.

"You'll do fine, trust me," he assures you then moves closer to you and leaves a soft kiss on your forehead, just like at school.

His action definitely catches you off guard and you look at him slightly surprised, but Aemond doesn't give it that much importance, as if it was already a natural and routine thing between both of you, like a gesture of encouragement, to then take you by the hand together with him to the entrance of his house.

His house is nice and big, with a beautiful garden, so when you open the door, you see a huge and cozy living room with the dining room visible in the background, where you can make out Aegon's figure and his short silver hair.

Aemond closes the door behind you and you briefly look around, seeing the decorations of the elegant house, such as mirrors, flowers vases and also family photos.

Mostly, you see pictures of young children, which you recognize as Helaena, Aemond, Aegon and his other brother, Daeron.

There are also photos of what you assume is their mother and also a man, who you assume is the father, with Aemond and his siblings as children. But it strikes you that none of the four are smiling, just the mom a little.

There are more current pictures, only of Aemond, Helaena and Aegon smiling next to their mother, with no trace of their father and Daeron.

"He's my younger brother," he takes a single photo of a boy, standing next to you and handing it to you, "Daeron."

And just as you imagined, he's a boy of about fifteen with striking blue eyes and short silver hair, smiling at the camera with a bright face and looking in the background like he's standing in a lake at Honeyholt.

"Helaena was right," you say with a small smile, still inspecting the photo, "He really is the handsomest of the three of you."

"That's not true," he tells you immediately, taking the photo out of your hands and putting it back in its place with a quick, automatic gesture, making you laugh.

"What's up, bro?"

You both hear Aegon's voice and turn around, with the silver-haired man already walking towards you with a bottle of beer in his hand and a huge grin on his face.

"Are you drinking already?" Aemond inquires, "Mom's going to kill you."

"Oh, you know how persuasive I can be," he tells him without wiping off his smile, "Besides, I've already set the table," he points to the dining room, "It's dinner, bro."

"Careful," he warns you but he deliberately ignores him, heading in your direction.

"Y/N!" he exclaims your name smiling, coming over to embrace you, "Welcome to our home."

"Hi Aegon," you smile back at him.

He envelops you in a hug and you reciprocate cordially, instantly the strong smell of beer reaching your nostrils.

"Want one?" he points to the beer in his hand as he pulls away from you.

"I don't think so," Aemond answers him, again intertwining his hand with yours, "Where's mom?"

"In the kitchen with Hel" he points out, "Tell them to hurry, I'm starving," he says in a tone of voice that catches your attention.

But Aemond pulls you forward, starting to leave him behind, with a serious and disapproving look at his brother's attitude.

"It's the beer," he explains to you quietly, "I hate it when he drinks at home. I just hope it doesn't get unbearable later."

"Why?" you ask him, curious.

He shakes his head.

"Aegon is… complicated."

He doesn't say anything else and neither do you, mostly because he leads you toward the kitchen, but curiosity still lingers on that subject.

He gives your hand a gentle squeeze in a supportive gesture that comforts you as you both cross the threshold into the kitchen, where instantly the smell of delicious freshly baked food hits your nostrils.

And the first thing you notice is a silver hair along with a darker one, who you assume must be Aemond's mother.

And immediately your nerves again explode and you feel your heart pounding hard in your chest.

"Hey, Y/N!"

A friendly voice says to you, being Helaena, who is wiping her hands with a clean dish towel and wearing a beautiful blue dress, instantly heading towards you with open arms.

"Hi Hel," you smile back happily, hugging her enthusiastically.

"Oh I'm so happy you're in our home," she says excitedly and warmly without letting go of you, "We've prepared turkey, I hope you like it," she says as she pulls away from you.

"Oh I'm sure it will," you nod at her with a sincere smile, feeling welcomed by the warmth of her welcome.

"Mom."

Aemond's voice momentarily pulls you out of your conversation with Helaena and you turn your head to meet the gaze of Alicent, Aemond's mother.

Instantly you try to control your nerves and keep your composure, remembering his comforting words.

And when Alicent's gaze meets yours, a warm smile forms on his lips, which makes you feel less nervous and conveys a sense of calm. Although the nervousness lingers, you feel a little more secure with his kindness.

Aemond places a comforting hand on your shoulder and steps forward to introduce you.

"This is my girlfriend, Y/N," he points to you with his small smile, "And Y/N, this is my mom, Alicent."

She is a very beautiful woman.

It's the first thing that comes to your mind, noting the dimples in her cheeks and that warm look she has, not being intimidating at all and being rather kind.

Besides the dark green dress she wears is completely beautiful, as well as her accessories. Everything about her radiates elegance and poise.

"A pleasure to finally meet you, my dear," she says, turning to you, "Gosh, I was so excited to meet you. It's so nice of you to come."

And without expecting it, just like Helaena, she too greets you with a hug, taking you completely off guard, causing you to let out a nervous little laugh as you hug her back.

"The pleasure is mine, Mrs. Hightower," you say softly, feeling slightly overwhelmed by her kindness and warmth.

"Please call me Alicent," she says as she pulls away from you.

Before all this you asked Aemond what to call her, just for the heck of it and to feel less nervous and he told you 'Hightower', the last name of her father.

So you assume that Aemond's father is not someone who gets mentioned much around here. In the family photos he is present in only one picture. And Aemond doesn't talk about him either.

And he watches with a small smile at the interaction between you and his mother, feeling relieved that things are going well so far.

"Please go and take your seats. Dinner will be served soon," she says to Aemond and you.

"Do you need help?" he asks her.

"I'm already doing it myself," Hel says, "Don't worry, little brother."

"Can you help me with your brother, please," Alicent tells him, with a look of slight concern.

"Of course," he assures her in a gentle tone.

Soon the two of you return to the dining room, the two of you take a seat together with Aegon and Aemond tries to tell him not to overdo it with his drinks, that you are here to enjoy a nice dinner with his family.

But he just makes nonchalant gestures and tells him that everything is fine, to continue drinking, looking at the screen of his phone, waiting for dinner.

Then you don't know how much time passes exactly but Alicent returns very soon along with Helaena with the food, placing the dishes in the center of the table, indicating that all this will start soon.

Aemond places his hand on top of yours underneath the table, giving you every supportive gesture possible, reassuring you at every turn that he can that all will be fine.

Every brush of his fingers against yours conveys reassurance and comfort.

You feel a slight relief as you feel his touch, reminding you that you are not alone at this moment and his presence gives you strength to face any nervousness that may arise during dinner.

And with the food finally served, the silverware begins to clink against the plate glass as everyone begins to enjoy the delicious dinner.

Aemond, like the supposed boyfriend in love with you, is totally attentive to you, asking if you're served this or that, wanting to make sure you're well received and comfortable to make this more bearable.

And you thank him all the way, feeling his mother's gaze on both of you from time to time, without wiping away her warm smile.

"Did you like the food, dears?" she asks generally.

"Oh yes," Helaena says with a look of total complicity, delighting in the food.

"It's delicious, Mom," Aemond tells her later.

"Totally," you corraborate politely, nodding in her direction.

Alicent smiles in satisfaction and then turns her attention to Aegon, who hasn't said anything since everyone started eating.

"How about you, son?" she asks him softly.

"It's fine," he says curtly, taking a huge swig from his bottle of beer.

This definitely gets your attention but Alicent as well as Aemond and Helaena decide not to give it enough attention, as if they're already used to it and don't want to ruin the moment by his behavior.

But you do notice the disapproval in each of their looks, especially the disappointment in Alicent. Though she almost instantly turns her attention away from Aegon to Aemond and you.

"So, how long have you two been dating exactly?" she asks curiously and without losing the kindness in her gaze and tone.

"A month," Aemond replies without hesitation at your side, resting one of his arms on the back of your chair.

And Alicent shakes his head with a small smile on his lips.

"And I still can't believe he kept you hidden from me, Y/N."

You smile in his direction, trying not to let your nerves give you away, as Aemond again interjects, with a soft look.

"We didn't want to rush things."

"I told him not to take too long to tell you," Helaena says as well, pointing at Aemond as she watches her mother.

"But he didn't tell me anything, Aegon did," Alicent says in amusement.

"Oh come on, I was going to tell you anyway," Aemond tries to justify himself.

"Oh you were going to?" Hel questions him.

"You want to turn her against me."

"I'm just telling the truth, little brother."

This causes Alicent to laugh softly and his gaze meets yours, where you laugh softly too, as the fight between Aemond and Hel continues. But this causes you to begin to feel comfortable and more at ease with the whole situation.

The only thing at the table that is completely serious is Aegon, who continues to concentrate on his drink and the food in front of him.

His reserved attitude contrasts with the energy you have with Aemond, his mother and sister, but they don't really give him much attention and everyone continues to enjoy the delicious food and create topics of conversation.

"So…" Alicent begins to speak, watching you with her warm gaze, "What are your college plans, sweetie?"

Oh my God.

Okay, it's happening.

You think as you slowly start to panic, but quickly get yourself under control, settling back in your seat.

"You're all graduating soon," she points to her kids with a small smile.

And you're about to speak but someone else does first.

"Which wouldn't be the case if Aegon hadn't repeated year… twice," Hel says condescendingly, pouring herself more food in a casual gesture.

"Helaena," Alicent reprimands her in a soft tone.

"Don't start with me."

Aegon's voice finally makes itself heard in a long time, speaking in a cold, curt tone, not even observing his sister, focused on his food.

"Just saying," Helaena says also with a pout in his direction.

"Then speak for yourself. You're a year behind too."

"Ugh," she sighs, "You talk like you don't know what happened."

"That's enough," Alicent says calmly, watching you both with a look of silent warning.

The atmosphere tenses slightly and all is silent for a moment, as you notice how Aemond next to you only runs a hand over his chin and you only hear the clink of silverware clattering against glass plates.

Alicent then turns his gaze to you and there you decide to speak, hoping to restore comfort to the atmosphere.

"Well, actually, I've applied to Oldtown University," you say with a soft smile, controlling your nerves, "I'm planning on getting into law school."

Surprise flashes across Alicent's face, as you briefly feel Aemond watching you beside you.

"Oh, wow," she nods slowly, her expression one of amazement, "What a coincidence, that's the same college Aemond wants to go to."

Aemond nods with a small smile, completely keeping up appearances.

"Yes," he confirms, "In fact it's perfect for us to go to the same place after graduation."

And just to show more affection with you, he places his hand and yours intertwined on top of the table, watching you with that 'love' he seeks to convey in these moments in front of his mother.

And Alicent watches you both with her soft smile, but is still intrigued by you.

"And why that choice? Law is something you always wanted to study?" she asks you, with genuine interest in her voice.

You try not to focus too much on the way Aemond's thumb begins to gently caress the skin on the back of your hand, which at the same time also reassures you.

And you nod in Alicent's direction.

"Yes, it's something I've always been interested in. It's a very heavy degree with very dense material, but it's very interesting and it's long been what I've decided for myself."

Alicent nods in your direction, listening to you intently and looking completely interested.

"And I guess at Oldtown it's a great opportunity to want to study law."

"Oh yes," you say eagerly, "Oldtown has one of the best faculties with very capable professors and all the material you need. It's certainly a great opportunity."

"But I also think that getting to study at such an in-demand university with few places in that major can be difficult," she tells you corroborating in conversation.

"Yeah, that's the bad thing, but…" you shrug, "I'm hopeful."

You watch subtly beside you, focusing for a moment on Aemond, speaking with that complicit tone, as of course he doesn't forget that the reason you're here doing this is precisely because of Oldtown.

He knows that all too well too.

"And your parents are supportive of your decision to study law?"

Slight surprise passes across your face, definitely not expecting that question, but you quickly manage to soften your face, though you still remain silent for a moment.

You try to hide any trace of bewilderment as you search for a suitable answer. And it is Alicent's same warm gaze that encourages you to respond.

"Uh… yes, my father is just as excited as I am about this possible opportunity," you reply with a small smile, being honest, "He has always supported me in all my decisions."

You respond without saying anything else and with sincerity, not mentioning anything about your mother.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that," he nods at you and smiles warmly, "And what about your mother, dear?" she asks with genuine curiosity.

Inevitably your whole body tenses at that moment. And an uncomfortable feeling settles in the pit of your stomach as you think again about how to respond.

You honestly didn't expect the conversation to get to this point, about how even after talking only about your father, you're still being asked about your mother.

And for a moment, you don't know what to say or what to do, but you finally decide to react after everything falls into an awkward silence and they begin to look at you slightly confused by your lack of response.

Until you decide to be honest.

"Well, I-I…" you bite your lips, "I don't actually live with her," you admit in a soft voice, avoiding eye contact for a moment, "And I haven't seen her since I was six."

Slight concern crosses Alicent's face, instantly watching you in regret.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie," she says sincerely, embarrassed to have caused you discomfort, "I had no idea. I apologize."

You're about to tell her it's okay, that it's no problem because she didn't know, that it's no big deal, but you don't even get a chance to speak when sudden laughter is heard throughout the dining room.

The tension in the air dissipates in that instant as everyone turns to the source of the laughter, Aegon.

He is visibly drunk, but still conscious enough to know what is going on around him and that is what is alarming.

Alicent, Helaena and Aegon's faces fill with bewilderment and disapproval, except for yours, as you watch Aegon in confusion, not quite understanding what is going on.

"Aegon," Alicent calls to him now truly annoyed, watching him seriously and reproachfully.

But Aegon barely manages to contain his laughter as he apologizes between laughs.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it," he mutters, his tone full of amusement and insolence.

Then Aemond at your side watches him completely serious, his jaw clenched and his gaze dark, holding back his fury at his reaction after you shared a very intimate and sensitive piece of information to you.

And Aegon laughs at it because of his own stupidity? Of course he's not going to allow that.

"What's so funny?" he inquires, expectant and about to explode.

Aegon straightens in his chair, a smirk on his face.

"Oh, nothing," he replies mockingly, "I just think she and you are perfect for each other. Apparently, we're not the only ones who have parental issues, are we?"

He asks watching his mother and sister, which makes Alicent feel even more tense, watching you worried and apologetic about the little show her eldest son is putting on.

"That's enough," she reprimands him firmly.

But Aegon seems determined to move on and turns to you again with a gesture of camaraderie, ignoring his mother's words and his brother's attitude.

"Don't worry, Y/N," he tells you with a crooked smile, "You can talk about it here and no one will judge you. All of us would understand, wouldn't we? We who wouldn't know about the subject of fucking neglectful parents with their kids."

Aemond's gaze becomes even more intense and his jaw tighter, watching his brother as if he could throw daggers at him with his eye.

"Shut the fuck up," he orders him, controlling himself as much as he can at that moment.

"Aemond," Alicent calls out to him worriedly.

"Or what?" Aegon challenges him, "She better know what she's getting herself into once and for all. With our fucking family traumatized by her own father who never cared about us."

"I said shut the fuck up," Aemond demands of him rising from his chair, causing everyone at the table to become alarmed.

Alicent rises at about the same time he does, and Helaena rises next, alert and worried, while you and Aegon continue to sit, he still unconcerned and you… because you don't even know how to feel about it.

The tension is too much, this is all unexpected and it's all happening too fast. And as if things couldn't get any worse, Aegon continues to talk and drink more.

"I'm just saying you two are the perfect match," he continues, his tone increasingly amused, "She doesn't have a mom and you don't have a dad, bro. Awesome, isn't it?"

Then it all happens too fast.

Aemond advances towards Aegon with a furious determination on his face that puts everyone at the table on alert, reaches towards him and grabs him hard by the collar of his shirt, forcing him to get up.

"Aemond!"

Alicent and Helaena immediately intervene, rushing towards them to stop them, but Aegon doesn't even have time to react before he finds himself on his feet, with Aemond holding him tightly.

"Stop it, Aemond!" exclaims Alicent, his tone full of authority and concern.

You finally rise from your seat as well, alert and worried, not knowing exactly what to do or what to say, feeling your pulse racing.

Then Aegon reacts as well, his face transforming into one of rage, placing his hands on top of his brother's.

"Get your fucking hands off me," he manages to say with difficulty.

"I told you to shut the fuck up or didn't I?"

"Oh and now you're going to hit me? Huh?" he asks, punching him in the chest with his hands, "You're going to hit me? And for what? For telling the truth?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you huh!? You fucking cunt," Aemond hits him back in the chest.

"Let go of me, you fucking asshole!"

"That's enough!" Alicent intervenes again, her voice firm and full of authority, "Aemond, let go right now!" she orders, furious, implying that she won't repeat it a fourth time.

The tension in the room seems to increase with each passing moment, as you hold your breath, watching Aemond worriedly, as does Helaena.

Aemond hesitates for a moment, glaring at his brother with determination, until he finally releases him with a tug, pulling away from him still watching him in warning and utter annoyance.

Aegon straightens, rubbing his neck as he glares at his brother resentfully.

"I don't need this shit. Enjoy your fucking dinner," he says grumpily, grabbing his bottle of beer and heading for the stairs, not giving anyone a glance.

At least your pulse starts to calm down when you see how it's finally all over, but you still watch Aemond worriedly.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," Alicent turns to you sorrowfully, averting your gaze to her, "What a shame."

"No, no, don't worry…

You start to say in a soft tone when Aemond's serious but definitely kinder voice makes itself heard in your direction.

"I'll wait outside."

The three of you watch him silently and watch as with nonchalant gestures he takes his car keys from his front pocket and with his face still contained in fury, heads out of the house.

With a lump in your throat, you turn to Alicent and Helaena, feeling the weight of tension still hanging in the air even so.

"Thank you so much for dinner. It was nice to meet you," you say to Alicent, trying to sound as calm, gentle and kind as possible.

Alicent smiles sadly back at you, still with her saddened and troubled face.

"It was lovely to meet you and have you come, honey," she tells you sincerely, "Still I'm so sorry. It wasn't my plan for dinner to end like this."

"I totally understand, don't worry," you say with a small smile, "We can always do it again."

You say and immediately regret it, but manage to soften your face in time.

This was supposed to be the only time you would do this, but you feel you owe it to her, to Alicent, as she prepared a delicious dinner with great care. She seemed so excited and happy about everything, especially about you coming that it is such a shame that this happened.

More than anything else that's why you say so.

"Of course," she nods to you, kindly and cordially.

You bid her goodbye with a gentle hug, then embrace Helaena as well, conveying your silent support through the simple gesture.

"If you need to talk, we can do it at school," she murmurs in your ear before releasing you.

"Sure," you promise, returning the hug gratefully.

You take one last look at both of them and head out of the house. And once outside, you feel a shiver run down your spine as you face the cool night air.

And there you see him, in the middle of the night silence and at the edge of the street, leaning against his car, smoking a cigarette with an almost absent gesture, looking thoughtful but also still a little upset about what happened.

You watch as he lets the smoke go between his parted lips and you, letting out a long breath, head towards him.

When he looks back at you, you too just watch him silently and he wordlessly opens the driver's door with a soft squeak and gets in the car, so you follow after him, feeling the weight of silence between you.

You too slide into the passenger seat and close the door, where soon the two of you find yourselves moving through the quiet streets of the city, the music on the radio playing at a low volume in the background.

And that's the only sound between you, the music, and even then it's a little uncomfortable.

You bite the inside of your cheek, struggling to find the right words as the tension lingers, but you don't even know what to say. What are you supposed to say when that happened?

But finally it's Aemond who breaks the silence.

"I hope you enjoyed the show," he murmurs, not taking his eye off the road.

You are momentarily speechless, not knowing what to say at that, not even finding the right words in your mind. Then you let out a low sigh, understanding how he must be feeling.

You mean… you went to meet his mother, it was a family dinner, everything was going well and to suddenly have it all end like that with very personal confessions that you had no idea about… it must be completely frustrating for him that you witnessed that.

"Are you okay?" you ask him in a low, soft tone, watching him intently, concerned and understanding.

He lets out a long breath, pursing his lips as he considers your answer, saying nothing for a moment. But when he finally does, he says it in a voice laden with weariness, regret and seriousness.

"I'm not even upset that Aegon said all that… he… he's right," he says resentfully, "I'm upset that you had to witness it."

The weight of his words falls on you, sensing Aemond's seriousness and frustration in his words. You watch his serious and weary face, the fury he is still holding back.

And for a moment, you look like you're not going to say anything, but after biting your lips, you finally speak.

"You don't have to worry about me," you tell him in a soft voice, "After all, he was right about what he said about my mother too," you add, seeking to offer some comfort, "I don't even remember her, you know? And honestly… it doesn't affect me nor do I care."

If your words caused anything in him, he doesn't show it, as he continues with his eye focused on the road.

But inside, he can't help but feel a little surprised and amazed at your ability to accept those circumstances with such calm and determination compared to him.

And finally he nods, understanding the truth of your words.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper.

You watch him with a soft and… slightly thoughtful gaze, feeling the tension between the two of you finally begin to fade, resulting in a warm and pleasant atmosphere for the two of you, as usual.

And unexpectedly for him, you take his free hand gently and intertwine your fingers with his, offering a small gesture of support amidst still the frustration he is feeling.

"I don't," you confess softly.

You don't say anything else and neither does he, hoping you can put this behind you. And all along the way, he keeps gently stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

You wait anxiously, moving your foot repeatedly up and down, glancing from time to time at your surroundings and also at the screen of your phone, wanting to keep the time very much in mind.

The gentle morning breeze caresses your face, with the sun painting golden hues in the morning sky and listening in the background to the birds singing, but also all the movement of the soccer team training early at this hour from the field.

Everything seems to be calm, except for your racing heartbeat, where you avoid biting your nails and simply bite your lips in a nervous gesture, as well as the inside of your cheek.

Then you finally see Aemond approaching with his backpack on his shoulder and his face soft.

"Hey," he says softly, taking a seat in front of you, taking off his backpack and watching you carefully, "What's up? Is everything okay?"

Out of nerves, your whole body tenses and you avoid stuttering as you speak, stirring in your seat.

"Yeah, yeah, just…" you lower your gaze, playing with your fingers, "I just want to talk to you about something."

Aemond nods, giving you his full attention.

"Well? What is it?" he asks you warmly, not wanting to put pressure on you as he notices all the tension that is invading you at the moment.

But he honestly starts to worry seeing you that way.

And you swallow hard, with your gaze lowered, feeling the need to just let it out and nothing more, having that urge so you don't keep torturing yourself with your destructive thoughts.

"I was thinking that… maybe…" you let out a sigh, "Maybe we should stop this," you mutter, your voice barely a whisper.

And Aemond only watches you more intently, beginning to look alert, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"Stop what?"

You bite the inside of your cheek hard, completely flustered.

"Our fake relationship," you reply cautiously, watching him intently and with some concern.

"What?" he immediately queries you, "I-I don't-I don't understand."

"I think we've both accomplished what we wanted to… oh well, almost everything," you tell him knowingly, "But we've already put on a good show in front of the whole school, Alys is upset enough, and the cheating thing is behind us. We should stop."

You explain but in the middle of all your explanation, Aemond only frowns more, listening to you completely attentive, watching you surprised and incredulous.

"And the trip to Dragonstone?" he inquires you, with a serious and alert look, "That trip is key, it would be great for both of us to go together, as a couple."

You try to remain calm, but your heart is pounding and your nerves are getting the better of you.

"Yes, I know, but… do we really need to keep pretending?" you ask, "You've already saved your reputation, remember?"

Aemond shakes his head firmly, his jaw tense with mounting frustration.

"It's still not enough," he tells you seriously, "At least wait until after the trip."

"Aemond, I don't see why we should wait until then," you mutter, unsure, "We can finish everything now."

Aemond's expression hardens, his jaw tense with frustration as he tries to understand you.

"Y/N, the trip is in the contract," he tells you firmly, "And we agreed to finish everything until graduation."

You exhale, feeling the overwhelming weight of the situation that you didn't expect was going to get this bad the moment you decided to do this.

"I know, but I don't see the point of this anymore."

He becomes more confused, shaking his head, looking at you confused and now completely frustrated.

"What-what's wrong?" he asks you in a soft but urgent voice, attentive, "Did something happen?" he asks you concerned and interested, "Did something happen that I still don't know about?"

Oh God.

Fear grips you as you struggle to keep your composure and not let your nerves get the better of you.

"Or is this because of the dinner thing? And because of Alys' pranks?" he asks you worriedly, "If it's that, tell me. I-I'll find a way to fix it. You won't have to go to dinner at my house again and I'm sure I can talk to Alys."

"No, no… I-I…" you sigh, "It's not that-

He shrugs, looking at you confused and frustrated.

"Then what is it?"

Your heart pounds as you struggle to keep your composure in front of him.

Your words get stuck in your throat, enduring Aemond's still serious, worried and frustrated look on you, waiting for an explanation. But the feeling of panic grows in your chest and you resign yourself completely.

"Nothing, forget it," you say in a whisper, lowering your gaze.

You stand up and gather your things, slinging your backpack over your shoulder, just as Aemond sighs and looks more frustrated.

"Y/N," he calls your name in a tired gesture.

But you don't heed him, just focus on getting away from him,

"Y/N, please stop," he says to you in a soft but urgent voice.

But you don't stop, you can't.

How could you do it and how could you tell him that the real reason you decided to bring this up to your fake boyfriend is because maybe you are actually falling in love with him and the feeling is getting more and more intense, and you can't help it?

You just can't.

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imajinxnation · 3 months

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HI HI HI!!

First of all I wanted to start off by saying that I absolutely love your work and I saw that your requests are open so I was wondering if I could make one??

Could I request a one shot with John Wick x reader where they’re in a relationship and are out at a bar or something and someone is just being really creepy and hitting on a clearly uncomfortable reader? Cue protective John to the rescue!!

Honestly you can take this wherever you want or do whatever you want with this!

Thank you so much, but if not no worries at all :)

Have an amazing day/ night!!!

J & J (Jardani & Jealousy)

John Wick x Reader

SUMMARY // You get hit on by someone in a Café, which makes Jardani(John) get jealous and protective.

TW // Fluff, Creepy Girl, Sexy Protective Jardani, Cussing, Suggestive...

I switched between the names Jardani and John because I'm in love with his real name.

Also, decided on a Café because more people go to Café's than Bars (at least where I'm from).

Lmk if there are any mistakes, my dumb brain wants to say 'I' everytime I type 'you'.

ALL GIFS FROM PINTEREST

When John wanted to go on a quiet Café date with you, this was not what he had planned. Everything was going so well, until he left to use the washroom and came back to see a girl practically sitting on you, she was so close. Just by the expression on your face, he could tell you were extremely uncomfortable with this girl; and she wasn't taking a hint.

Her face gets closer to yours, he sees her whisper something in your ear and he starts to feel a fire burn in his soul, his protectiveness taking over.

That's what he's seeing now, but let's back it up a bit to when he first left to use the washroom and take a look at what happened that he didn't see.

You're sitting quietly in your booth, looking out the window at the street and all the different cars passing by, a dreamy look in your eyes. Obviously, you were thinking about the love of your life, Jardani. You knew about his old life and what happened with Helen, but that didn't tip you off from dating on him because you know that he is more than his past. You also know that Helen will always have a piece of his heart, and you don't mind as long as you also have a piece of his heart, too.

"Excuse me," a voice says.

You're taken out of your daydream when you hear a woman's voice speaking next to you. A waitress at the Café stands there, smiling at you with a weird look in her eyes. You smile politely at the waitress and sit up straight.

"Yes?" You ask, smiling gently.

"These are your orders. If I may ask, where'd your father go?" The waitress asked after setting the drinks and breakfast on the table, a grin on her face.

You freeze for a minute. 'Did this bitch just call Jardani my father?' You think. 'I get that he's older than me, but anyone can tell by the way we act that we're romantically involved!'

You give her the most obvious fake smile you could muster before replying,

"He went to use the washroom. Also, he's my boyfriend, not my father."

The waitress gave a shocked look, not expecting those words to come out of your lips. Suddenly she looked at you with fake concerned eyes. You raise a brow at her expression, waiting for some bullshit to come out of her mouth.

"Oh sweetie, you can tell me. Is he making you date him, are you okay?" She puts her hand on your shoulder and strokes down your arm before sliding into the seat right next to you, her hip and thigh squishing yours.

"What? No, he's not making me date him, I really do love him," you say, trying to be as polite as possible, not wanting to cause a huge scene.

"Honey, you don't have to lie to me! Besides, you can do so much better. You need someone closer to your age," she plays with your hair.

You look around nervously, checking to see if John had finished in the washroom yet. When you still didn't see him, you mentally cursed him for leaving you to deal with this crazy woman who doesn't understand what 'no' means. You also prayed he'd be back soon so you could stop playing nice and get her to leave.

"I really don't, trust me, I've tried to date people my age, they're rude assholes," I say, trying to hint at her.

"You just haven't met the right one yet.." she whispers in your ear, her breath making you shudder in disgust and lose your appetite for breakfast.

"What's going on here?" John asks politely as he walks up to the table.

Once the woman is no longer looking at you and is looking at John instead, you mouthed the word 'help' behind her back, giving your lover a distressed look. You see a look of understanding in his eyes.

"Yes, well, you can do that without sitting on their lap, and besides, don't you have other customers to tend to?" His words quickly made her feel embarrassed, and she quickly left to do just that, but not before glancing back at you, winking at you and mouthing 'call me!'.

"Oh nothing, I was just telling your.. partner.. that they looked lovely today," the woman lied, giving him an uninterested look, giving him a quick once over.

You let out a breath that you didn't even know you were holding, your body relaxing as John moved back to his seat across from you.

"That was awful, thank you for that.. I see that look on your face, no matter how much you, or even I, wanna kill her, she is technically an innocent," you point out.

John raises an eyebrow at you, "That? I can tell you right now there was nothing innocent about that.. thing."

You roll your eyes and can't help but smile at his protectiveness, the fire in his eyes burning you to the core. Seeing him angry and possessive was always a sight, and it never failed to make you squirm in your seat.

"You know.. she really tipped me off my breakfast, maybe we could just.. Oh, I don't know.. Go home, take a hot shower.." You say, not trying to be subtle at all with your intentions.

"Yeah, I think that's a great idea," he gives a small smirk, the fire in his eyes that was burning with anger, now burning with desire.

"Well, let's not wait.. Jardani," you tease him, riding your foot up his leg, getting him excited.

Jardani shivers, from both your touch on his leg and you saying his real name. You calling him by his birth name always does things to him, and it will get you anything you want.

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tisaolin · 8 months

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How would Kung Lao, Liu Kang, Skarlet, Mileena, and Jade be with a Na'vi/Avatar s/o?

🥸noice request 👌🏾(Had to rewrite the whole thing because it deleted everything😖)

KUNG LAO

Now, Kung Lao is pretty tall but YOU!! He’s damn near a ant next to a giant!

He’s actually happy that you’re taller because he uses you as like a threat

“I’ll get my s/o to crush you” “I fight for a living im not scared of them”

He HATES when anyone makes any form of negative comments about you.

“Their skin is so weird” “I know and their so tall its a mystery how they managed to date Kung Lao” “They probably blackmailed him or threatened him”

It was at that moment Kung Lao turned evil and put his hands on a civilian. Blood was everywhere :).

He also loves when you scold him in your language.

Liu Kang

Bookie wookie is shy 😞 everytime you stand next to him he turn RED!

He also LOVES when you tease him by leaning down to look directly at him.

Liu Kang being the Chosen one and all, means he has ENEMIES!! But thats where you come in because lets be real, when it comes to people/things Avatars love, they show NO MERCY!

He is fascinated with your skin and features. He finds it unique and thats what makes you so special to him.

He goes out of his way to learn your language and when he repeats some phrases you can’t help but laugh because its so butchered but A for effort.

He finds the mountain banshee’s (Ikran) super cool! The process of trying to tame one he is not with but once its tamed they’re inseparable.

He is a bit scared of the fact that your nevous system dangles around like hair.

Mileena

Before you became her s/o she was 100% mad that you existed.

“So yall can accept THEM but not me” yea she was not about that.

When you became her s/o she would still tease you but appreciated your company.

When you speak your native Language she just stares at you like this .

“You’re extremely long. And you look like you wouldn’t taste good” “WHAT😧” “YOU’RE BLUE”

Yea get ready for her to say the most random things at the most random times.

She’s also curious. She asks questions about your lifestyle and proceeds to say “not like I care or anything” 💀

Lowkey jealous of your weapons lmaoa

Skarlet

Doesn’t know how you two started dating but she isn’t complaining.

Skarlets pretty short so goodness she looks so tiny compared to you.

Randomly stabs you just to see if your blood is blue 😭

She loves playing with your tail, she says its fun 🤷🏾‍♀️

Completely forgets you only have 4 fingers so she kinda sorta dislikes holding your hand.

She HAS to taste your blood, she’s curious to know how it tastes.

JADE

She LOVE LOVE LOVES your appearance!

She loves tracing and kissing your stripes.

She finds your ability to see in the dark awesome and your cat like eyes seductive in a way.

She’s always under or behind you❤️ she wants to be close.

She asks you to teach her your language, just so she can tell you how much she loves you!

She insists on your way of doing things because in her eyes you can never be wrong.

Bonus: she loves being on your back!!

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #kung lao x reader #kung lao #mileena x reader #mileena #mk mileena #liu kang #liu kang x reader #mk skarlet #mk jade #jade x reader #skatletxreader

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foone · 11 months

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I love the ideas of young earth creationists. Don't get me wrong, they're frighteningly wrong and anti-science... I mean, six thousand years? The world is six thousand years old? Dude, there are buildings still standing nearly TWICE that. Six thousand is just so, so short... As Fred Clark loves to say, the Aboriginal Australians are still telling JOKES older than that.

But all the weird ideas they have to come up with to try to make six thousand years make any damn sense? Endlessly interesting to me.

Like "the firmament". So there's some references in the Bible to God creating the dry land by splitting the water into upper and lower parts, so some think that means there was a sea in the sky. This leads to an idea of there being a canopy of water over the world! And then using this to explain Noah's flood, since it mentions that some of the water came from the sky, as the "windows of heaven" were opened. A flowery description of extreme rainfall? Or did THE CANOPY/FIRMAMENT BREAK AND FLOOD THE WORLD?

When it gets really amusing is when people suggest that this canopy of water is why there's so many long lived people in Genesis (if you don't know, it claims Adam, Noah, and Methuselah all lived into their mid-900s). Maybe the canopy blocked the harsh radiation of the sun and cosmos, and therefore people could just naturally live multiple centuries?

That's great! They're using one theory to explain unrelated phenomena! That's science! It's, like, 15th century science or ancient Greek philosophy... But they're trying.

Plus I gotta admire the pure chutzpah of using radiation science in your YOUNG EARTH CREATIONISM. Oh, radiation is real when the firmament of water is protecting ancient Hebrew dudes from cancer, but it's not real when Carbon-14 decays, because then you'd have to accept that radiocarbon dating can be used to accurately estimate the age of biological materials up to 50,000 years ago, eight times the ages of the earth? That's just amazing.

I just love this stuff. It's a perfect example of an idea that is absolutely incompatible with so much scientific fact that it absolutely should be discarded, but since there's ideological reasons why it must be kept, it means people have to get tricksy with their theories.

And now that I'm no longer a kid going through evangelical church & schooling and this shit can't hurt me anymore, it's endlessly fascinating. It's just such an amusing example of twisted logic that it's hilarious and endlessly interesting to read.

#young earth creationism

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abyssalzones · 4 months

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C-PTSD as a diagnosis makes so much sense for Ford because he really does fit almost all of the criteria, ESPECIALLY if you take the stuff in J3 into account in conjunction with his traumatic childhood (bullying, bad dad, etc.). It just makes sense in regards to his motivations and his issues with interpersonal relationships (like with Stan). Also buring yourself in your work (like he does) is a very common 'flight' coping mechanism to trauma in adults

I'm smiling like this right now

ford's whole.... mental health deal is extremely interesting to examine because Oh my god this man is the textbook image for "reacting to ongoing, continuous trauma". intentional or otherwise (I'm inclined to believe it's both).

like. okay hang on I'm about to get very in depth with it

I feel like there's no way this entire guy's life and in some ways his lasting identity haven't been defined by and constructed around various forms of trauma, maybe the most obvious and true-to-canon-intent being peer abuse/bullying from childhood. a lot of people downplay the impact of this type of abuse but it's... responsible for a lot of social ills in shocking ways. (if you're more interested in this topic here is an article my friend mer linked me a while back, it gets into it very deeply)

(a lot of this is going to be sourced from the wikipedia page for CPTSD [and my own experience Living with it] which I realize isn't very professional of me but Whatever this is tumblr)

one of the core tenets of ford's personality is that he's Different. he owns it, sure- his six fingers become a point of pride rather than something to be ashamed of- but they make it extremely clear that from a young age he associated being different with being a social pariah. ford's generation was characterized by notoriously cruel bullying, and anything that remotely made you stand out rendered you a target. ford could've been bullied for being nerdy and jewish (and failing to perform socially, ie dating) alone, having such an obvious mutation definitely was not winning him any points.

so it's honestly no surprise, when from childhood ford feels like he has One person in the world to trust and confide in, that he would go on to form very unhealthy attachment patterns typical of CPTSD. as you elaborated on regarding AvPD (which I know far less about but seems to have comorbidity with CPTSD): if you're hard-wired to believe socializing with others results in failure or betrayal, then you're not going to make an effort. but what does end up happening is that you're going to pour all of your trust and dependency into one person at a time, one person who is "safe".

previously, that was his brother. and it's not really hard to draw the conclusion from there that fiddleford was a subject of ford's attachment style, considering he was his One friend from college, and... one of Maybe two people ford is friends with at all who he isn't related to. he cites him as the only person he can possibly trust to work on the portal project alongside him, and he still can't bring himself to tell him the full truth, because he's terrified of losing him. I love their dynamic (I do think they were mutual best friends, and there was no small amount of trust reciprocated between them. "fiddleford was weird as hell too" is something I keep coming back to) and I don't think it's built on entirely unhealthy terms, but that kind of pressure is... setting things up to crash and burn.

enter bill stage left. back to "continuous yearning to be liked and accepted"- this guy knew that and made every effort to prey on ford's insecurities to reel him in as close as possible. this is what really pisses me off about the idea that bill was just "inflating ford's ego", because it's way, way more insidious than that. throughout the entirety of journal 3 we see ford reintroduce someone to his life he has a very positive relationship with (fiddleford) and how that trust gets gradually broken down by bill's influence "winning out" over their friendship. I think it's safe to say ford was already vulnerable: from the start, he'd been isolated in his research for six years (and it's unclear for how long he'd known bill by 1982), and bill proved time and time again to be someone who wouldn't judge him, someone who would praise him for his hard work, and perhaps most critically, make him feel like being different was something special.

like that's... that's really not good!!!! and that kind of thing works wonders on someone who has already settled with the idea that they're inclined to be alone just by design.

trying to put a cap on this. in relationships like the one he's had with his brother or fiddleford it doesn't even necessarily have to be ""toxic"" (vague term anyway) or outwardly bad to be built on unhealthy attachment patterns, and considering for a good chunk of ford's life his attachment to others can be characterized as "I can only trust ONE person at a time" it feels essential to any discussion of his CPTSD or canon trust issues. That is something that happens a lot in Real cases of CPTSD (hi) and only further snowballs into More trauma by leaving you vulnerable to manipulation and abuse (see: bill.)

I've been going on for way too long now and I feel like I've only scratched the surface of the thing I wanted to elaborate on sorry. that post traumatic stress disorder can complex

#lab notes #I woke up and had to answer this before anything else but I really need to Eat so apologies if this is all over the place. running on empty #edit: this is ok to reblog ! all of my gf theorizing/analysis is unless I clarify it isn't for whatever reason

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cakeboxie · 7 months

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Kinktober day no. 4

“Are you okay..?” “Yes- well… No, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to help me.”

Pairing: Dan Heng il/cis fem sub reader

CWs: inhuman genitals, breeding, tiny amount of hurt/comfort (but mostly fluff)

AN: Reader is explicitly referred to as a girl, and I reference afab anatomy more than once, PLEASE keep this in mind. For @starrry-angel

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Prior to the whole affair on the Luofu Dan Heng often swung between not needing affection and clinging to you like his life depended on it. He explained it as him occasionally realizing that he no longer has to just cope with his loneliness since he began dating you.

Since his return though, he’s been considerably more distant. For the first week or so you wrote it off as him recovering from an extremely stressful event. But as the days passed by and he became more and more distant, you found yourself worrying more.

That’s what led you to your current position, standing in front of the door to the archives. You speak softly as you start to open the door.

“… Dan Heng?”

The door to the archives was locked, and the light was off. Which was strange in its own right, as much as Dan Heng preferred people avoid hanging around in the archives; he never locked the door.

“Looking for Dan Heng? I saw him run off to his room a while back, his horns were all glowy too. It was really weird.”

Caelus’ voice knocked you out of your thoughts, only to confuse you even further.

“I didn’t know he had a room?”

“March said she’s only seen him go in there once since she’s been on the express. If you hear from him let me know he’s ok. I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m mad at him? It’s the end of the hall on the 3rd train car.”

Caelus sighed and continued to wherever he was originally headed. It was hard not to sprint down the halls of the express as you made your way to his room. Worry for his well being seeping into you.

It was strange, listening to him pace around the room through the door. Its a noise you’d gotten accustomed to hearing late at night after he’d called you to his room hoping for company following one of many nightmares.

You raise your hand to knock, but before you can he locks it.

“Leave… please.”

The intended strength behind the words comes across more as a painful admittance then a command.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on, we don’t have to talk about it right now but… I just need to know that you’re okay.”

There’s an agonizingly long pause before you hear him sigh and unlock the door. Hesitating for a moment before pulling it open. He’s in his vidyadhara form, his tail flicking anxiously behind him as he watches you, his moments stiff.

“I’m… sorry.”

His voice is uncharacteristically shaky as he steps to the side, his room is barren of any identifying features. He hesitates after closing the door.

“Can I lock the door?”

You nod slowly and he does as he asked. Standing stock still in front of the now locked door, stepping back into it as you approach him slowly.

“Are you okay..?”

“Yes- well… No, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to help me.”

He tries to sink further into the wall as you step closer

“Please, Dan Heng. I just want to know what’s going on, I’m worried about you.”

He sighs and seems to look through you for a moment, before attempting to collect himself, though his voice continues its uneven tone.

“I’m a vidyadhara, you know that at this point… Despite not being physically able to reproduce we still have a… heat cycle. Mine is inconsistent because of my distance from the Luofu but…”

He squirms in place and looks away from you.

“My instincts are convinced you’re my mate, and with my heat cycle starting I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable...”

“What if I want to be your mate?”

He looks nothing short of appalled, and you watch a series of micro expressions flicker across his face in quick succession before he’s clinging to you. Mumbling an apology into your chest as he picks you up.

You feel his chest rumble as you return the hug, piecing together that he was purring as he set you gingerly on his bed. Situation himself between your legs as he looks at you for any signs of resistance once more. The corners of his mouth pulling into a small smile when there is none.

The weight of his tail wrapping itself around your waist is a comforting pressure as he nuzzles into your neck. Purring as he bites your shoulder gently. His sharp canines digging into the soft flesh just enough to leave a mark.

“I’m sorry for my impatience I… I’ve missed you and I…”

He hesitates and buries his face back into your neck for a moment.

“I need to feel you. I’ve been waiting so long to claim you as mine and now that you’re here I can’t wait anymore.”

He shudders and kisses you as his movements become less restrained, quickly pulling off your loose shirt along with his own. Every action drips with desperation as he pulls you impossibly closer.

“Can I touch you..?”

Your voice seems to pull him out of his haze and he leans back far enough for you to be able to admire him. His lithe frame speckled with small scales.

Pulling his underwear down you were met with an interesting sight.

You hadn’t thought very hard about the draconic features of the Vidyadhara, and in hindsight you kinda wish you had. Watching the pair of slick, semi translucent dicks slide out of the scaled slit on Dan Heng’s body as he squirmed under your gaze was certainly an interesting experience.

He didn’t give you long to think about it though as he gently pushed you back down onto the bed. Moving your underwear to the side enough to push his fingers past your slick folds. His thumb toying with your clit as he worked you open for him.

After he decided you were prepared enough he pulled his fingers out of you, licking your slick off of his fingers with his long, forked tongue. As you watched him clean his digits your brain provided you with the lovely image that was said tongue licking eagerly at your drooling slit.

All coherent thought was pushed from your brain as Dan Heng pressed the tip of one of his cocks against your eager hole, purring into your shoulder as he sunk into you inch by inch. His other cock bumping your clit as he bottomed out, his entire body tense above you as he waited for you to adjust.

He groaned into your chest as he began to move, mumbling into soft flesh as he rolled his hips against yours.

“I can’t wait to fuck you full of my kin, you’ll be good and take it right?”

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eddiemuonson · 8 months

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Bad Flirting - Steve Harrington x f!reader

Summary: Steve doesn't know how to flirt and he always tries too hard to make a move on girls. He's always hitting on you as a joke to see if it works out with the others and you usually make fun of his attempts.

Warning: Fluff, cursing and slangs, usage of the word f*g

Word count: 2.7k

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Steve was listening to some slow rock music at the Family Video, fixing a pile of new VHS that had just arrived. He was whistling to the sound, being extremely focused on not dropping the videos on the floor like he would almost always do.

Robin was on her break and it was starting to get dark when you left your work to grab a few movies to watch with your brother on the weekend.

You entered the place and the door made a ding sound, pulling Harrington out of his daydream.

He smiled, standing on the counter as he spoke. "To what do I owe the honor of seeing this shining, mind-blowing out of this world person in front of me?".

You chuckled, you figured he was trying to work on his flirting and making a move thing. He would always do that whenever you got there and never failed to work on his attempts. "You're still trying to hit on me?".

You rest both arms on the counter closer to him and he gives you a smirk. "Did it work?". He seemed pretty hopeful, his eyes were bright and his face showed you this happy look.

"Does it look like it work?", you ask him and he sighs. "Tell you what. If it works, you can take me on a date".

It caught him off guard, because you never showed any interest in him, even though it's not like you would never go out with him. He sort of laughed because it was weird for him to see you say something like that.

"Yeah, right. You know if I tell Robin that, she's gonna be laughing at me for like a week". He rubbed his hand across his silky hair.

"I'm being serious. Come on, what's wrong about that?". You weren't actually lying, and it would be nice to go out with him either way.

Steve shrugged his shoulders and offered you his pinky and you snorted. "You promise?". You nodded.

He only gave you his back to get the notebook and write down your renting for the day. You took that opportunity to also advise him to watch some movies as well, especially because he was still too ill-informed about movie stuff.

As soon as Robin got back on the counter, you crossed eyes and you started laughing. Both of you looked at the man who was grabbing the VHS's, who noticed the giggling. "You know that's bullying".

"Oh Steve, we all know it's only for the fun", Robin explained. "What did he say tonight?".

You tried mimicking him as you repeated his words and Buckley broke down into a laugh. Harrington stared at you two with a hurt look.

"Funny, very funny", he came back with the tapes and pushed them towards you while you were still giggling. "Now I don't want to go on a date with you anymore".

"Wait, what? Date?", she asked, confused. "Did he brainwash you with that sloppy flirting?". Steve flicked her ear and she kept laughing.

"No, I promised him that if it works one day, he can take me on a date", you explained. You gave him the money and he still looked like he was upset about the joke.

"And I said I don't want to anymore", Harrington mumbled. He gave you back your change, resting his lower back on the counter.

"C'mon, Stevie", Robin started, teasing him. "It will work, you just need to stop forcing it. Stop trying to look like you're Romeo".

"You know she's right. Just don't try too hard. Just let it come to you", you said, resting your hand above his. He pressed his soft fingers onto yours.

"Fuck it, you guys. Just go on a date already", Buckley stated, out of nowhere. "Just go out, eat some food, talk. You teach him about good movies", she emphasized. "You're friends, it's going to be fun!".

You and Steve crossed eyes, you smiled at him but he was sort of reluctant. You were friends for a while now but it was never awkward to be around him. Suddenly he feels like he can't stare at you for too long now, especially because he forced some mediocre flirting.

"Fine, I'll go. How about tomorrow?", he gave in. You nodded, holding the bag with the tapes and smiled. "I'll pick you up at 7 pm".

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You were almost finishing your makeup when Harrington arrived at your front door. Your brother was showering and he couldn't answer the door for you after you yelled his name a few times.

It took you only a minute to get downstairs, as you opened the door and his scent washed over your nostrils like a hurricane. Suddenly it made you feel weird about doing out with him, but you focused on trying to make it feel like just a date as a friend.

"You look like God's most... You know what? Forget it. You look really good", he tripped over his own words. He tried to replace his flirting with a compliment, and you chuckled.

"Thank you, Harrington. You look great too, and you smell amazing", you said as you headed to his car. He opened the door for you like a gentleman and waited for you to get in.

"It's my natural scent", he replied as he got in the driver's seat. "Shocking, right?".

"Unless your scent comes from a Calvin Klein bottle, not really", you say as you smile at him and turn on his radio.

He took you to a rollerblade rink place near downtown, where you could enjoy the food and try to have fun skating at the same time.

You and your friends would always go there whenever you had free time. Even though you were all applying for college, you'd still enjoy fun times together.

"You did good back there. See, you didn't need some awkward compliment", you say as you grab some fries. "Just try being funny, after all it's what us girls like".

He raised both eyebrows like he was really having a lesson there. "Yeah. I mean, I'm really terrible at that. Even though I've had hundreds of dates".

"I know, and that is what surprises me the most. You're always so weird when you try to make a move", you state. "Don't take it to heart, Steve. Sometimes you're just forcing into things when you don't need to".

He looked at you kinda amused by how you were willing to help him out getting to girls. After all, that's what friends are for. "Thank you, (Y/N). And you know I can also help you out with guys if you ever need to".

"Oh, no. Thanks but I'm all set with men. I've got a rotten finger for them". You respond as you pick on some of his onion rings. He doesn't want to feel bad for you but he does. You're a nice woman and smart, he always thought.

"Maybe you're not the issue. You know how we all are", Harrington stated. "We don't know how to take you for granted, I admit that. But I've learned a lot. Especially after I became friends with Rob".

"Yeah, she's great. And she looks like your mother. You may be 21 now but you still act like you never left middle school", you grinned and he rolled his eyes.

"What's the fun about being boring? I like to make jokes!", he defended himself while you were laughing. "I'll get more refill".

The date wasn't going bad so far. You never go out alone with Steve and you were worried you wouldn't be able to have a nice conversation with him, but there you were. And he was being gentle as always.

You were looking at the people while they were skating and didn't realize when a guy stood in front of you, smiling. You didn't say a word as you pretended he wasn't there, but he made sure to clear his throat before talking.

"Hey, you wanna go roller?", he asked as he rested one of his hands on your shoulder. You looked right into it and shrugged it off.

"No, thank you. I've got company". You tried to be nice and gave him a weak smile. You honestly hated when guys were invasive like that. "He went to grab some refill".

"Oh, you call Steve Fag Harrington company?", he chuckled ironically, and you stiffened. What the fuck was wrong with this dude?

"He's not a fag. Would you please just leave? I'm not in the mood for that crap". You asked as you tried to ignore his presence, but he was willingly trying to make you go roller with him.

"Come on, don't be like that. I know you want it". You rolled your eyes back into your skull.

"Did I stutter? I said no", you implied, staring at him. You were starting to get stressed because of him.

"She said no, man. No means no", you heard Steve from behind the guy. He was holding soda with both hands, staring at the guy with his brows furrowed.

This was turning into a shitshow. The guy turned around to look at Harrington and he laughed. "Just leave her alone", he said.

"Or what, fag?", oh. Things escalated so quickly, you barely had time to realized Steve had just thrown your sodas on him, pulling him by his collar.

"You call me that again and I'll break your fucking face", he threatened.

"You could never even throw a fucking punch, Harrington", the dude stared at him only a few inches from his face and you stood up, grabbing Steve by the arm.

"Well, yeah? Then try me", he was still gripping him by the collar and you intervened.

"Let him go, it's not worth it", you said as the guy smiled with sarcasm when he looked at you, but he didn't listen and punched the guy on his chin.

You heard Harrington proclaim a "fuck" under his breath, trying to pretend it didn't hurt. Steve still pushed the guy back and he stumbled on his feet.

He left and didn't even look behind him, laughing out loud about the situation. You were still kinda shocked.

"You okay?", he asked and you nodded. You didn't know if you grinned or not. You thought it was weird to see him act like that, he was always so soft. "Fuck, the sodas".

"It's alright, don't worry about it", you affirmed, but you were too focused on the bruises on his hand. "Holy shit, Steve, your knuckles"

"I know. God, this hurts so much", he complained as he made a scrunchy face out of the pain. "This guy used to be a pain in the ass back in school".

"Used to?", you laughed and he did the same thing. "Thank you for being my hero today".

"Always a pleasure", he responded as he tried to be smooth but his hands were still hurting.

"You see? That's why I said I was all set". You facepalmed.

"It's not your fault. You have better taste than that I believe". He was still holding his bruised hand when he grabbed yours, trying to comfort you.

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You were supposed to roller with him after eating, but that went to south when you decided it was better if you called it off and went back home to treat his injuries.

You offered yourself to clean the small bloody wounds and took the advantage to talk about movies with him like Robin said.

It came to your mind you could take this friendship further and actually go out with him and Robin, have fun and laugh it off as you were doing every time he would flip into the floor because he didn't coordination.

You were already listing your favorite action movies from the past year, making sure he was taking mental notes to watch them, when you arrived home.

You were also talking about nonsense music as the radio was blasting a Madonna song really loud by the speakers.

He turned it off when you arrived and looked at you, with a small grin on the side of his lips. His silky hair was falling into his forehead and you fixed it, while he followed your hand with his brown eyes.

He usually don't let people touch his hair and it's completely understandable, but you made sure it was only a stray of it. Harrington didn't know how it felt like to actually have butterflies on his stomach since he broke up with Nancy.

He's had a few dates where he would feel like he was melting down because they were either nice or too hot, or had their cleavage showing too much.

He didn't actually know if it was his brain playing a trick with him, but he let the feeling sink in either way. Your wrists still smelled floral like from your perfume and he could feel it filling up his nose. In the back of his mind it had a fruity note as well.

You got out of the car and he followed you. Your brother wasn't home so you didn't even bother to look for him anyway. You turned on the TV while looking for some ice.

"I'll just clean it up", he told you before getting into the bathroom as he washed off the blood from his knuckles. You were holding the ice pack while waiting for him.

Family Ties was on TV when he saw the show and sat on the couch, suddenly all caught up with it. "Hey, it's the Alex P. Keaton show!". You laughed at the way he said it.

"Yeah, Robin told me about the way you reacted to Back to the Future when it came out", you sat next to him and placed the ice pack on his hand, listening to him hissing over the pain.

"He was definitely trying to bang his mom and she was totally into it!", he stated and you laughed harder. "Fuck, that's cold", he cried.

You could see how his hand was shaking as his skin tried to adjust to the temperature.

"I'm sorry you hurt yourself and we had to call it off", you mumbled. It's not like it was your fault, you didn't just expect him to pull a macho man against the guy.

"Hey, it's not your fault, (Y/N). I told you already. And I've always wanted to kick his ass anyway".

"Yeah, but still", you said. "He ruined our night. But thank you for standing out for me".

"We can do that again, if you don't mind", he offered, smiling at you. God he was so sweet, it was hard to say no.

"Smooth. I like that".

You both spent a few seconds in silence, until you remembered something.

"You know Michael J. Fox? That guy?", you pointed to the TV and Steve agreed. "There's this movie that also came out recently. It's called Teen Wolf", you started.

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Steve was standing by your door before leaving. "How did I do?", he asked innocently. You chuckled at his question and he widened his eyes. "That bad?".

"No. Actually you don't ask this kind of question to a girl, but let's consider this a test, so you went good", you stated. He seemed relieved after your response.

You got closer so you could greet him goodbye on the cheek but you accidentally bumped your faces too hard. "Shit, sorry", he said, a little tense as you were still too close.

His cologne hit you and travelled your entire body and it made you shiver when you felt the smell of his shampoo at the same time. This is why you didn't like to stand too close to someone like that.

You've always found him attractive but not really like that, and it was weird to feel that way.

"Goodnight, Steve", you said under your breath, not really on purpose but he noticed it. And it was clear to him how that would go, but he didn't want to be too forward. Not with you, at least.

You grabbed his right cheek with your hand and placed a gentle kiss close to his mouth. He was definitely going to spend the entire night thinking about what just happened.

"Take care of your hand and don't go out there punching anyone", you smiled, he let out a soft chuckle.

"Duly noted", he said before giving you a kiss on your hand. "Good night!".

It made him realize maybe it wasn't about really flirting and trying to make a move on someone. Maybe it was just about being really himself and not try to be a Romeo like Robin said.

Robin, he thought. If it wasn't for her you would be staying home doing nothings like you always did. And he would be playing some stupid nerdy games with his friends.

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judysxnd · 11 months

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can you please do an imagine where your nervous about telling pedro your pregnant then maybe where you guys tell bella?

The subject of pregnancy.. I don’t really relate to that one, as I don’t like children in general. I also don’t really relate to it towards Pedro as he doesn’t have children and won’t have any, but it’s also cool to think about it! I somehow like what I wrote. I know I started with the pregnancy as bad news before making it good. This is how I see it, and it’s hard to change my mind, but I’m trying my best!! And also, it’s not always good news! Especially in this context as I really like when what I think and what I wrote about relate and corresponds as much as possible to Pedro’s real life.

I Hope you like it ! I did turn the nervous part into something more, but I think it’s accurate.

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Pregnancy has never really been on the table. Pedro being in his late forties, extremely focused on his acting career, he was never really interested in it. Even if most of his roles implied being a father. It was enough for him. Interacting with his nephews since they were born, and friends’ kids was clearly enough for him. As for you? Well, you never really thought about it, you never questioned if you actually wanted at least one child. It wasn’t a part missing, you were enjoying your life as it was.

But here you are, pacing in the bathroom, trying to convince yourself to do the test. That one time where you both felt wild and had unprotected sex was catching up. It’s been almost a two months. Yeah. That’s how much busy both of your lives are. You actually had you period last month, but you read somewhere that it was possible during the first trimester to still have your period or losing a little blood, and you’ve been having pregnancy symptoms, therefore you got paranoid.

I mean, morning sickness, nausea, bloated, it kind of matches. Not to forget some weird cravings. Pedro hasn’t been here for two weeks since he is on set on the last of us, so he doesn’t know about you being sick.

“Okay, you can do it. It’s just a test, it might not-” you got cut

“Y/n!” You heard a male voice calling you. It could only be Pedro. With the music blaring in the background, you didn’t really recognized the voice, but it could only be him. You panicked and opened the first drawer and put the test in it before leaving the bathroom. As you opened the door, Pedro was standing there, ready to open the door.

“Hey!” You got scared. He had a big smile

“Sorry didn’t mean to scare you”

“It’s okay. But, what are you doing here? You were supposed to come back only tonight!” You slowly closed the door, not breaking eye contact with Pedro.

“Well, as we are extremely professional actors, we did a great job and we got to finish early this week, so here I am”

“Professional actors huh?” You both laughed

“I missed you mama” ouch, mama, the nickname brought you back to reality, remembering what was about to happen in the bathroom as you forgot for a few seconds. Pedro pulled you into his chest, hugging you tight.

“I missed you more” you closed your eyes, your arms holding him as tight as he was holding you.

“What’s with the basin by the bed?” You suddenly opened your eyes, moving your head to look at it.

“Hum- I got sick this week, it was.. in case I didn’t feel I could make it on time to the bathroom”

“You got sick? When? You didn’t tell me” you parted. He was looking at you, worried.

“I didn’t want to make you worry for nothing, I think I just ate something bad”

“Probably the sushi’s you dared to order Wednesday night without me” you smiled

“I’m sorry I couldn’t wait any longer!” You both laughed “but karma got me back”

“Are you feeling better now?”

“Yes, it as two days ago, I’m fine”

“Good. Because I want to take you out tonight. Find a cute dress, maybe the red one from our first date, I’m taking a shower and we’re out, okay?”

“Oh okay” you were surprised, but good. It could only help you change your mind, and you really needed it. Pedro kissed your forehead and went in the bathroom, as you anxiously watched him move. You hoped he wouldn’t find the test.

And now you were out, at your favorite dinner, with your favorite person. You were having a wonderful night. As the weather was nice, you had the chance to eat outside, just like your first date.

“It brings so many memories to be here tonight” you said staring at Pedro. “I’m wearing the same dress, we’re outside just like it” you both smiled

“Yeah, so many things change since that first date” you nodded, laughing “and it’s about to change again” he started at you, not really showing his emotions. You were confused

“Again? What do you mean?”

“I could ask you the same thing?” You furrowed your eyebrows

“What? I’m going to need you to elaborate please”

“Well you’re pregnant so-”

“You saw the test”

“Yeah”

“But I didn’t do it” now Pedro was confused

“What?”

“Yeah, I was about to when you arrived. I had been pacing for 5 minutes trying to do it, and you arrived”

“Oh”

“I know we never really talked about it, and I know you don’t want kids b-”

“No I never- it’s not that I don’t want kids- it’s just- yeah okay, it wasn’t something I really needed, I agree. But, it is also because I’ve never been in a long term relationship like we are, and-”

“So you would be opened to it? Because I don’t really think I am. It’s a lot you know, body changing, life changing”

“And if you don’t want to, I will respect that, you know that right?”

“I know” you both smiled. You both went silent for some time. “Can we go home so I can actually do the test?”

“Yes please” you both hurried outside to the car, going back home. You couldn’t really tell if it was anxiety or excitement that got you back home so fast, but here you were, in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, ready to do the test. Pedro was waiting in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, thinking about the future. In a matter of minutes everything could change. 5 minutes later, you got out of the bathroom and sat next to Pedro, leaning on his shoulder.

“Now we wait.. 3minutes” you read on the box. Pedro held your hand tight.

Suddenly, your timer on your phone rang, making your heart skip a beat. You looked at Pedro, and got up, going to take the test that you left in the bathroom. You took it, and looked at it. Positive. You slowly walked out, staring at the test.

“What is it?” Your eyes connected with Pedro’s.

“Positive”

“How are you feeling?”

“I-I don’t know. I was really hoping I wasn’t, I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry, It’s okay” he looked at you. “Come here” you walked in front of him, still looking at the test. “It can still be a false positive, those things, we don’t even know if they’re reliable”

“False negative are common, but not false positive”

“Hm- well, you know what, let’s not be sure until we see the doctor, okay?” You couldn’t stop looking at the test. “Y/n, baby, look at me” which you did. “It’s going to be okay. You can still abort if you want to”

“Yeah but aborting it’s still something big”

“I know, and I’ll be here. Whatever you choose, I’ll never leave you alone” his eyes were wondering on your face. He was really trying to calm you down, make you feel better. But it was still a lot. We’re talking about having a child.

[two days later]

You were anxiously sitting in the waiting room. You were at your gynecologist. You needed real proof that you were pregnant (or not). You’ve been thinking about it non stop since you found out. Finding reasons, good and bad, to either keep it or not. Unfortunately, you had to go at the appointment alone. Pedro was on the set of The Last of Us, and couldn’t leave. He did try to take a day off, or at least a couple hours, but couldn’t. And after thinking about it, maybe it was for the best. You needed to make your own mind about it, and even if he would support you whatever you chose, you needed to be alone.

After your appointment, you somehow felt relieved. You were indeed pregnant. Almost two months. And your instinct was right. Even if you got your period you were pregnant. You got a small picture, even if it looks like a bean, you wanted a real proof to show Pedro. This relief you felt when you knew you really were pregnant was the last reason you needed to make up your mind.

You’ve been with Pedro for almost three years and he is the love of your life. You want to give this child the love you give and receive from Pedro. You’ve always seen him being a father figure to someone, and now, you really want to see him being the father to your kid. Yes maybe the age gap can make it a little difficult, but he has the soul of a child, he will be the best father ever. And you wanted to be the best mother too. Your childhood scared you enough to avoid children in general until today, but it wasn’t going to define you. You will be better. And you had the best partner with you.

So you decided to drive to the set to surprise Pedro with the good news. When you arrived on set, you saw him doing a scene with Bella. They were walking next to each other and Bella was telling jokes. When the scene was cut, you made yourself known to Pedro, who immediately came to hug you, ignoring everything around you.

“Mi amor, how was the appointment?” You looked around you, then took Pedro’s hand and went in a quieter side of the room.

“I have a little bean in my stomach”

“And how are we feeling about it?” He was trying to see if it was good or bad news

“And I can’t wait to see it growing” his eyes widened

“Does this mean-”

“Yes” you took out the picture

“Oh my god!” He jumped then he hugged you very tight

“You’re going to be a real daddy” you whispered in his ear

You were suddenly interrupted by a voice calling Pedro. It was Bella

“Oh hi Bella!” You said happily

“Hi y/n, what’s going on?” They were looking at you confused. Pedro looked at you very excited.

“Can we tell them?” He whispered in your ear. You stared at him, smiling.

“Sure”

“I’m going to be a dad!” He hold Bella’s hands, they were shocked. He was laughing, so happy.

“Whaaaaat? No way!! Congrats!” Bella hugged you

“Thank you!”

“Is that a picture of the baby?”

“You mean a bean? Yeah” you laughed, showing them the picture

“How far are you?”

“It’s only two months”

“Yeah only” Bella joked

“Seven to go!”

You knew it was going be seven long and challenging months. But with Pedro, it was worth it. Right now you might feel happy, but tomorrow you might panic just thinking about it. It’s not always good or bad. But you’re in the right path, and you really want it to happen. This is the proof of the true love between Pedro and you. It can only bring you happiness. In a house full of love.

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RWRB FirstPrince Roommates & Neighbors Recs

All the oblivious pining, cuddly bedsharing and forehead kisses your heart can handle. Click below for my faves!

thigh'm in love with you by @cheesecurdsgravyandfries. E, 1.8k. Henry has a date.

Alex knows, because for the last four months, his roommate’s choice in soundtrack as he primped and preened before a date has been extremely consistent, and there’s no way Good as Hell, All About That Bass, and Dancing Queen playing consecutively is a coincidence tonight.

too worried to be sleeping by viciouslyqueer. G, 2.7k. Just as he’s getting ready for bed, Alex hears something in the apartment next to his – it sounds like glass shattering on the floor. Then, the voice of a man, choked up, like he’s been crying.

He sighs heavily and clambers out of his bed, shoving his feet into his slippers and opening the door to his bedroom.

and i don’t get much sleep most nights (i’m seeing you in every dream) by @autiespring. T, 2.9k. “Alex Claremont-Diaz can’t sleep.

The thing is, insomnia isn’t new. He’s been like this all his life.

The ADHD diagnosis is newer.”

two nights where alex and henry can’t sleep and one where they can (a love letter to neurodivergence)

all's well that ends well to end up with you by karish. T, 3k. “Fuck, thank you, you’re a lifesaver, Hen,” he says as he closes the small distance between them and places a faint kiss on Henry’s lips.

His lips are soft and Alex melts into it for a second before pulling away. He bumps their noses together for good measure before stepping back and grabbing his bag from the chair. When he turns back to look at Henry, he’s still standing still, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. Alex can even see a dark flush starting to spread over his face. It looks cute. Alex wishes he could–

Oh.

Oh shit.

Fucking goddamn shit.

He just kissed Henry. Fuck.

So, Kiss Me by onesmoluke. M, 3k. Just a wholesome getting together fic

Alex is a poli-sci major and he's been in love with his roommate Henry for years. Things finally come to a head when Henry makes a slightly ridiculous request.

From the prompt: "Could you kiss me? I need it for writing purposes."

the conclusion literally any normal human being would come to. by @chaa-kiao. M, 3.2k. My [21M] flatmate [20M] gives me forehead kisses when he thinks I'm asleep. How do I ask him to do it when I'm awake, too?

Henry and Alex are roommates quarantined together. Henry takes to Reddit when Alex's behavior gets too confusing for him to sort out on his own. Surely this will have zero impact on their completely platonic relationship, right?

kiss me like you've got nowhere to be by @anincompletelist. M, 3.2k. In the three years they’ve lived together, he thinks it’s safe to say that he and Alex have gotten… close. The kind of close that other people like to point out sometimes when they’re in public, and not just their overinvolved older sisters and overly suggestive friends. A few of Alex’s colleagues have made comments when Henry shows up at the holiday parties or after a stressful work day to make sure Alex is eating and staying hydrated, just the same as Henry’s clients each know little bits of odd Alex-facts that he lets slip sometimes in his sessions.

Regardless, it’s all terribly domestic, and the twinge of satisfaction Henry gets when Alex’s dates don’t go well is most definitely not appropriate, even if they are kind of in a weird, probably mostly platonic, very codependent relationship. If he’s not careful, Henry’s going to get himself so, so hurt one of these days.

Mambo de la luna by @clottedcreamfudge. E, 3.4k. Fuck. God, this is so bad. It would be so much better if he just wanted Henry for the way he moves his hips and the fact that he has the flexibility of a double-jointed yoga instructor, but instead he just wants to… hold him??? Sure, fucking him would be a nice bonus, but the one thing he wants more than anything else is to be following Henry into that room and curling around him before they fall asleep.

Henry is a stripper, Alex is his roommate. The stripping part isn't the problem.

sacred new beginnings by Standinginmoonlight. NR, 3.4k. Alex Claremont-Diaz doesn’t get sick.

Or: Alex Claremont-Diaz gets sick and Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor looks after him.

only bought this dress (so you could take it off) by @coffeecatsme. E, 3.8k. “Take off your pants, show me your dick, and you’ll see. I’ll pleasantly admire it from afar, I can even offer a few compliments about the size if you want a boost to your ego—”

“I don’t need—”

“But,” Alex presses before Henry can continue, “I’m not going to touch you because, as I made it incredibly clear, I’m not gay. So.” He waves his hands in a gesture that he hopes conveys, go on. “Take off your pants.”

Or, Alex realizes some things about himself. Henry helps.

every constellation hiding in the sky of your body by coffeecatsme. T, 3.9k. He's straight. Alex is pretty sure he’s straight. Yet sometimes he catches Henry move around the room with just a towel wrapped around his waist, he glances over to find waves of blond fallen over his forehead, he meets those blue eyes and the shy smile Henry only saves for Alex and wonders.

Or, the one in which Alex is drunk and has a lot less impulse control when it comes to Henry.

In my dreams (In your dreams) by @lizzie-bennetdarcy. E, 3.9k. He opens his mouth to tell Alex it's fine, they can stay, when Alex shakes his head. "The room is spinning. That's not fun. Alright, sweetheart, let's go home." He jumps up from the stool, and immediately lists sideways into Henry. "What will it take to get you to carry me home?"

"More than you're prepared to give, I'm afraid." Kiss me, marry me, have my children, please.

Alex is very drunk, and very affectionate, and it's becoming increasingly difficult for Henry to pretend like he isn't completely in love with him.

Play Me a Song by @three-drink-amy. G, 4.1k. Every night, like clockwork, Alex's upstairs neighbor plays the piano for two hours, giving Alex the motivation to sit and do his own work so that he can listen. One night, he leaves a letter for his neighbor to thank him for the music. When his neighbor comes to his door to thank him for the note, he finds it's the same cute guy he's been running into in the lobby.

blackout by rizcriz. T, 4.3k. When the power goes out, Alex and Henry are sitting in their living room watching the latest fantasy show to hit Netflix. Alex has his feet in Henry’s lap, and his head pressed up against the side of the couch. One of Henry’s hands is burning a hole through the thin spread of Alex’s pajama pants where it’s resting on his shin. Everything goes out like a flash of lightning, but it takes a moment for it to really register that they’re left lying in the dark.

When it does, Alex sits up, the backs of his calves pressing into the firm weight of Henry’s thighs. He tries not to think about that, though, even as Henry’s hand tightens around his calf. The moon’s shining through the window, so it’s not like they’re blanketed in total darkness, but when Alex looks at Henry, and Henry looks at Alex, the shadows drifting over his face, it feels as if all the light has been sucked out of the world entirely.

Or, Alex and Henry have a conversation by candlelight.

your name has echoed through my mind (i just think you should know) by vibrantsaturn. T, 4.6k. Still in a frenzy, Alex grabs the thermos. Says, "thank you, baby. Fuck, I love you." He raises himself on his tip toes and presses a quick kiss on Henry's lips with a hand on the back of his neck and bolts with Pez in tow. Just before the door closes, he sees Henry standing there stunned, his fingers on his lips.

They take a few steps until Alex just. Stops. "Pez, did I just-"

"Tell Henry you love him? Kiss Henry without realising what you were doing? Yes," Pez says in a daze and Alex curses. Fuck, how is he going to face Henry now?

Alex realises he's in love with Henry after playing Fuck, Marry, Kill and he does not know how to deal with it.

It Was Never Home Until You Were There by earth_to_alex16. T, 5.1k. Henry and Alex are roommates that share a bed - Henry during the day and Alex at night.

How can a connection form when they've never met?

Or, The Flatshare AU that no one asked for.

Always Where I Need To Be by @cha-melodius. T, 5.4k. Alex doesn’t even know how he does it most of the time. He’ll take his glasses off for five minutes while he’s working to rest his eyes, and somehow David will snag them off the coffee table and run off with them. He doesn’t chew them, thank god, but the slobber is bad enough. Plus, there’s the fact that Alex has to go on a search to find whatever random place he’s managed to hide them.

Except… the places the glasses end up don’t seem to be exactly random.

(Alex's new roommate has a puppy with a penchant for theft—and, seemingly, strong opinions on where Alex needs to be.)

No Sense or Sensibility by @inexplicablymine. T, 5.5k. “When and where was your first kiss.”

Oh shit.

The thing is… Alex actually has an answer to this one, it’s just a matter of admitting that it happened.

Kennedy’s. 7pm, Pub Quiz and Ice Cream. Every Monday ‘til death due us part. Alex liked his little routine, until Derryl got it in his head to host The goddamn Newlywed Game instead.

Don’t Wanna Be A Fool For You by @myheartalivewrites. E, 6.2k. Henry had always known it would come to this, in the end. That his ridiculous, unrequited, life-destroying love for Alex would always break his heart. He’d chosen to indulge it, because, if he’s being honest with himself, pulling away from Alex at any stage in their friendship would have broken him. He could have brought it forward or put if off, but the end result had always been inevitable. So he’d chosen to delay it, for as long as possible.

Not So Silent Night by @inexplicablymine. T, 6.1k. Sure, Alex can admit in the deepest recesses of his mind, at two in the morning, when the Liszt is playing forlornly like some kind of bugle call for grief, that whoever the fuck lives next to him is on another level with the keys.

Alex has no idea who his piano playing neighbor is, but Alex knows one thing for certain… This means war.

But he’s always had an extraction plan in place for when it became too hard. A fake family emergency. Some last minute thing calling him to England, the details unimportant. A quickly packed suitcase and a note stuck to the fridge. He has a credit card and his passport lives in the top drawer of his bedside table, where he can get to it easily. He has an open invitation to stay at Pez’s place, or Bea’s.

Henry had always known the day would come.

Henry and Alex are roommates, Henry is in love and Alex is oblivious. And then, ONE DAY…

Dreams that Keep Me Up in the Dead of Night by earth_to_alex16. T, 6.3k. Alex gets a little too honest when he's tired.

Oxford Days by myheartalive. E, 6.3k. "Alex’s new roommate is kind of a slut.

No. Strike that. Not kind of. Definitely. Definitely a slut."

An ode to slutty Henry.

Hide and Sneak by clottedcreamfudge. E, 6.7k. Henry shouldn't be here; 'here' meaning the flat he shares with his friend and unrequited crush, Alex, who is irreversibly straight and likes to walk around in his boxers like some kind of sexy torture device.

Alex, unlike Henry, is meant to be here, and here is where he is.

On their sofa in the living room.

Jerking off.

Can be summed up by the line, "If we don't touch each other, it's probably not gay."

It's a (Birth)date by Celaestis. T, 6.9k. 5 times Henry is oblivious that they're dating and 1 time he isn't.

like coming home by Standinginmoonlight. M, 7.3k. Although he doesn’t know it yet, Alex is screwed from the second Henry signs off his email with ‘best wishes’ like a Dickens character.

Or: the one where Alex Claremont-Diaz has been in love with Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor all along.

craigslist cutie (please don't go) by matherine. M, 7.7k. Here’s the thing. Alex is simultaneously very, very smart and very, very stupid. Nora calls it the Claremont-Diaz Paradox, and every time she does, June sticks out her tongue like she’s about twelve years old, and then Nora makes a comment about what she would rather June be doing with her tongue, and – okay. Off track. Not relevant to Alex’s current predicament, which is perhaps the most damning example of the Claremont-Diaz Paradox. Alex got himself into NYU Law with flying colors and LSAT scores in the 99th percentile, worked his ass off for three years, and graduated with honors and a crippling caffeine addiction. And then, because he is an idiot, he decided to take his JD, his potential, and his mountain of student loans to his brand-new job as a public defender.

Unfortunately, being a public defender pays about as much as working at a Hot Topic. Which means that Alex really needs a roommate. Like, pronto. STAT. ASAP. He’s not sure who’s desperate enough to move into the other room in his beautiful, probably-not-bedbug-infested 700 square feet of Hell’s Kitchen, but he really fucking needs to find somebody.

Craigslist is a last resort, but it does bring him Henry.

am i homophobic? (URGENT) (PLEASE HELP) by holdinggrudges. E, 7.9k. Now, it might be pretty early in the morning and Alex’s brain functions might not be working as quickly as they normally do, but he can still put two and two together. There's a strange man in their kitchen. Henry is shirtless, rumpled, and holding two pairs of boxers. Henry and this Sam guy slept together. Which… obviously is fine because Alex is not an asshole, but he’s definitely feeling something about this development that he will examine at a later date. But of course, instead of saying something normal, you know, like a normal person would, he says, “Ohh.” Like a fucking weirdo.

or: the "am i homophobic?" roommate au that no one asked for

The Kids Are Alright by earth_to_alex16. T, 8.3k. Renovations at the LGBTQ shelter bring Henry's work into his flat with his roommate Alex.

Henry is good at his job and deeply in love with Alex.

Can he multitask?

like I do by @smc-27. E, 8.5k. They live together and work together and Henry cannot go more than a few hours without seeing Alex, and it should be a problem but it isn’t. Henry likes Alex, and when he puts it like that, he hears the part of his brain responsible for his rooting in reality begin to laugh. Hard. Like is certainly not the thing Henry feels. He’s ignoring it.

(He’s failing, but there’s an attempt.)

Obliviously Devoted by @uglygreenjacket. T, 9.3k. She looks at him in the way only June can. She's the only one he'll allow it from without a fight. "I don't know if you're ready to have this conversation or not."

His fork clatters to the plate in front of him. "What is that supposed to mean?"

June sighs a sigh of long-suffering and pinches the bridge of her nose, before she looks him dead in the eye and sets his world upside down. "You know you and Henry are dating, right?"

Alex gapes at her. Mouth hung open, eyes blown wide. "W-what?"

"I say this with all the love in the world," she says. "But sometimes, I swear, you are the most oblivious idiot on the face of the planet."

Am I the Asshole? By @everwitch-magiks. E, 9.5k. AITA for spending Valentine’s Day with my roommate instead of my boyfriend?

It’s well past midnight on a Saturday and hardly the first time Alex has scrolled aimlessly on his phone instead of trying to sleep, but it’s definitely the first goddamn time Alex has discovered his roommate has made a lengthy post about last night’s curry debacle to r/AmItheAsshole — a post that’s apparently gone fucking viral.

In which Alex and Henry are college roommates, and a few thousand strangers think they should fuck.

Baby, it's Cold Inside by Celaestis. E, 9.8k. When winter officially arrives on November seventh, it’s with a bang. Actually, the bang is due to the building’s ancient heating system failing in spectacular fashion. It coincides nicely with a cold front moving down from Nova Scotia which means New Yorkers of all stripes are suddenly getting their winter coats and hats out earlier than anticipated. It’s not usually a problem. But then their building usually has heat.

red lights (they burn us out like kerosene) by vibrantsaturn. T, 10k. "We could go anywhere," Alex says and he's not sure why he's whispering. All he knows is that this moment is going to monumental in their lives.

"Anywhere?" Henry asks, his voice low, and there's a trace of wonder in his voice.

"Anywhere," Alex confirms, a soft smile on his face.

It's Getting Hot in Here (So Hot!) by Celaestis. E, 10k. Henry’s firm and unwavering belief in Alex’s hetrosexuality does wonders for their relationship. He can coexist with Alex in the same lobby for entire half-minutes at a time while checking for post, he can make solid eye contact during glances in the hallway. Alex is still the most beautiful man he’s ever beheld, and maybe Henry’s hook-ups are tending towards the Latino types more than they ever did in the UK, but still. Alex is straight. Henry is fine about it. Really.

or,

3 times when Alex takes Henry on a drive to get him out of his head over the years, and the one time Henry does.

you turned a moment (into forever) by viciouslyqueer. M, 10k. Sharing an apartment with Alex had seemed like a good idea at first. They’re best friends, prices in Brooklyn are absurd, and they had both been in urgent need of residence – it only made sense.

Except for the small, tiny, teeny, barely there fact that Henry has been in love with Alex from the first moment he laid eyes on him. And the fact that Alex doesn’t know, and can never find out.

Or, as coffeecatsme so eloquently put it: Roommates AU where Alex has insomnia and slips into Henry’s bed every night because it’s the only way he gets a good night’s sleep.

How to say 'no' to Alex Claremont Diaz (is a book Henry definitely could not write) by TwinMoonSun842. T, 10k. What do you do when you are very gay and your best friend/roommate/secret crush Alex Claremont Diaz asks you to help him out by letting him put a few hickeys on your neck? What happens when you like that a little too much? How do you go back to denying that you're pining for him when know what his lips feel like on your skin?

These are questions Henry would very much like the answer to.

take me out, and take me home by weather_stained. T, 11k. They’ve only been living together for two months, since Alex moved to the city for law school. Henry's Brooklyn apartment was a short commute to NYU, and the price was unbeatable, so he agreed to move in without even meeting the man in person. He was nervous, at first, to share close quarters with a stranger, but it’s worked out shockingly well; Henry is kind and considerate, and they mostly leave each other alone.

He’s also quite obviously gorgeous, and Alex doesn’t know why there isn’t a string of men coming and going from Henry’s room at all times, or perhaps one steady man. Inexplicably, Henry seems to have been single since Alex moved in in August.

AKA:

5 times Alex doesn't realize Henry's in love with him, and 1 time he gets a clue.

Lay Me Down in Sheets of Linen by He_is_half_my_soul. E, 14k. Alex may hate Henry's guts but when he gets thrown out of his apartment in the middle of fucking winter and with no warning at all he offers to room with him until he finds another place to stay. He is not a total monster.

Pour Your (He)art Out by @athousandrooms. E, 17k. Sometimes, after particularly rough nights, Henry will switch his first Earl Grey of the day for a latte. Alex learns this a month into knowing him. That’s not the only shock of the discovery, though.

“Oh my god, how are you real? Who does casual latte art for themselves on a weekday? Before you had coffee?”

Apparently Henry used to be a barista. Alex pokes at him, tells him it looks easy.

Henry raises his eyebrows, mouth curved at the corners like it’s guarding a looming laugh. “Would you like to try?”

A challenge. Alex loves those.

Or, five times Alex makes questionable latte art for Henry, and one time they make it right together.

just a figure of speech by @congee4lunch. E, 17k. henry, an omega, hasn’t had good sex in a long time. as his alpha roommate and friend, alex can help with that. in a totally platonic bro way, of course.

Five-Drink Henry by @whimsymanaged. E, 18k. Henry’s mouth opens then closes. He can feel a flush creeping over his cheeks, but he does his best to ignore it and hopes Alex will too. “Oh. Hello. Sorry, I’m—hi. Thanks for inviting me.”

Alex’s smile only grows, and he steps back to let Henry in. “You’re the first one here. Lucky me. Come on, I’m getting some margaritas going.”

Or, Henry’s new neighbour is a party-throwing, margarita-making menace, and Henry’s helpless against his charms.

What If (We Were Roommates) by Krissielee. M, 35k. "HOUSE/PET SITTER WANTED"

Alex never expected this when he replied to that ad.

(Alternative summary: Oh my GOD they were roommates)

Speak for Yourself by @welcometololaland. E, 106k. Alex could have walked out of the Williamsburg apartment at any time. Instead, he decides to sign up to twelve months of Henry.

Alex makes a rash decision and Henry inexplicably runs with it.

(The "accidental housemates" AU that literally no-one asked for).

(Art by @stardisnight - chapters 7 and 12)

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heyhihellosworld · 1 year

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𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: Mason leaves a bit too many clues and you can't keep it together anymore

Warnings: Angst, cheating

Notes: Was in angsty mood but finished it in a good mood so it didn't turn out great heh

It hadn't been hard figuring it out.

So many clues, bad hidden evidences that led to one and only one conclusion.

The late nights away, the off mood, the disdain to touch you in any way, the making up, the weird smelling perfume and the dumb excuses.

The most evident evidence was his friends. You didn't know what to call them, clueless or stupid. The clumsy attempts to stick up for him, the over-explaining and the dumbest fuck of them all almost telling you something he shouldn't.

The math had been easy, what you should do to solve it was a tougher problem though. Your thoughts where scattered, did you confront him? Did you pretend nothing happened? Did you act clueless or would you be selfish, call him out on it and scream out your frustration at his guilty face.

When you thought about it the last option was the most tempting one and to be real it wasn't selfish it was fair.

You were sitting on the couch, your sweat-set on and curled against the pillows in the corner and a hot cup of coffee in your hands as you pondered your options. It had been clear for a couple of days now.

Mason finally coming home this day after a weekend away with away-game in Spain meant you had to decide. Maybe greeting him with this wasn't very nice but he hadn't been very nice to you so you honestly didn't care. You were done being nice.

"Hey babe, you home?!"

You sighed heavily, resting your head back before responding "Living room"

Mason's quick footsteps where heard from the kitchen, walking into the living room with a playful pout on his face completely unaware of the pondering you had spent the weekend doing.

"Hey, you're not greeting me today?" he smiled but his face fell as he saw your completely emotionless face looking back at him, tired and anxious.

"What's wrong?" he questioned, walking into the room and standing before you with narrowed eyes, frown on his face as you still hadn't even given him a smile.

"Maybe you can answer that" you muttered, standing up from the couch and walking off to the kitchen with your empty cup.

"You wanna greet me with an argument, really?" He scoffed, following behind you, your eyes rolling but he couldn't see as your back was against him.

"Well what would you do if you found out that your boyfriend had been cheating on you?" You snapped, turning around to see his face fall completely "Huh? What would you do, would you greet him with a kiss?"

Mason swallowed hard, eyes looking away from yours as he couldn't take the intense stare you gave him. "Uh-I-" "You uh-I what Mason" you chuckled sarcastically, all the debating and choice making flying away, there was only one thing you could to and that was confront him and the anger just took over.

You had loved him, given him all of your spare time, tried hard to make it work and to travel with him for his work and in return he gave you nothing.

"You're not gonna say anything?!"

your voice raised, getting extremely annoyed by his silence

"How did you find out?" he said lowly, eyes staring at floor as you chuckled sarcastically again. "That's the only thing you want to say?" You shook your head as you put the cup into the washer.

"It wasn't rocket science Mason. It was actually extremely easy, you really suck at lying" "How?" he repeated lowly and you sighed, threading your hands trough your hair in stress.

"C'mon Mason, you had hickies on your neck, messages from girls I didn't know, you've been out late 'with the lads' multiple times in the week meanwhile I've got picture from the girls on movie nights and dates with the ones you claimed seeing. You've been off, not wanting to look at me our touch me, you smell like a micture of woman prefume and your own shitty one, you have the dumbest excuses ever and you always feel so guilty you want to make up for it afterwards, acting so so sweet after you've come home late. Plus not to mention those stupid friends of yours, so so stupid, not knowing when to shut their mouths" You reeled on his face falling more and more for every evidence you spoke. He was quite for several moments before looking at your face, still avoiding your eyes "I'm Sorry"

"Well fuck your sorry" you grumbled, "We're done"

You moved from the counter, grabbing your phone and charger before shouldering past him, making your way to the bedroom where you'd already packed all your stuff.

"What? No y/n don't say that" Mason pleaded, following you like a puppy, your eyes rolled again. "Fuck off Mason" you grumbled, pushing his arm away as he tried to grab you.

You had been sad enough, now there was only pure anger and frustration left, frustration at your boyfriend who had betrayed your trust and ruined your relationship. Anger that you had let it happen for too long, angry at him for putting you in that position. Anger anger and frustration clouded your vision as you turned back out of the door with him in tow, heading straight to the door where he grabbed you again.

"Y/n, please let me explain" he pleaded. You couldn't stomach looking into his brown eyes, knowing they would break your anger but you needed that anger to not break down right now.

"What's there to explain?" you sighed tiredly, meeting his sad teary eyes but it didn't make you sad, it made you angrier. Like why the hell was he sad, it was his doing and his choice.

"I didn't mean to, I I-I was drunk and stupid and i-"

"Just be quite, there is nothing you can say, and don't you dare put this like a one time thing, I know it's been going on for weeks Mason so just drop the act and tell me why"

He looked down, squirming on his spot "I-I don't know why!" he exclaimed. Your head shook and tiredness filled your body, was this all he put down into your relationship, was this what you meant for him?

"Well then we are all done here" you stated, moving to leave but he stopped you again. "No! Please, I am sorry, it was stupid an-" "Mason just stop!" You groaned, grabbing his chin to force him to look into your eyes "I don't care if you're sorry now, you still fucked multiple girls behind my back. You knew exactly what you were doing and you chose to do it anyway, you chose to throw us away you made me feel like shit you broke us up so stop saying sorry and stop trying to make me stay. I have felt shitty this last month, you made me feel like garbage, like I was the one doing something wrong and now I finally managed to clear my head so don't fucking stop me. We are over Mason"

You pushed past him and threw the door closed behind you, throwing your bag in the car before settling in yourself, you backed out of his driveway.

Leaving your relationship and him behind you.

#mason mount #mason mount blurb #mason mount fanfic #mason mount angst #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagines #footballer fanfiction #footballer imagine #footballer fanfic

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brrbrina · 1 year

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Just want to request prompt #16, maybe where the reader was super busy and tired and wasn’t able to do any of the chores. However Joe also had a long day but he wanted to do the chores for the reader to take off some stress from her. Something like that filled with fluff 😚❤️

warnings: none

You came home extremely tired from work, ever since you were tiny you dreamt of a flower shop. After you went away to college and came back you earned a little money you decided to open it, later on your journey you met Joe, he was there picking lilies for his mom on Mother´s day and he kept showing up every week until he ran out of excuses to give flowers for his mom

"You know I can physically see you thinking of something to say when you order these flowers right?" you said looking at him and you saw his eyes smile for the first time "Well, I love giving my mom flowers is that a bad thing?" "No it isn´t, that´s actually really sweet," you said on the other side of the counter "How can I help you today Joe?" you said smiling "Can I have your number? I would love to take you out on a date?" he said hopping you didn´t had a boyfriend -which you didn't- but to him it was impossible, you were gorgeous and the times you had talked you were as sweet as pie.

It´s safe to say you went on a date with him, and three years later you had your first and only child -until now - a little baby boy with the biggest blue eyes ever, he looked exactly like his dad you were crying tears of joy when you saw him for the first time.

Joe was an excellent father, boyfriend and above all he was an impeccable man, he loved spending his nights in and taking care of you and your little one, even though you didn´t plan on having a kid so soon, it happened and you were sure you were made to be his mom and he was made to be your son. And Joe loved it, he loved the fact that he could teach him the same things his dad reached him, but deep down he was born to be a girl dad, there wasn´t a single day where he didn't wonder about his life having a little girl

"We´ve talked about this before Joe, Jack is still so little and I´m focused on the flower shop, the off-season it´s the only time you are here 24/7 and I don´t blame you it´s your job but you have to understand that I have my dreams as well" you said putting the dishwasher on, as much as you loved being a mom, it wasn´t in your plans soon, "I have told you a hundred times I make enough money for us, you can stay here and watch our children, and, " Joe said but you stopped him, it was getting in your nerves he couldn´t take a no for an answer "This isn´t about me needing your money, you had a dream when you were a kid and you worked hard for it, you got it, and you´re living your dream, this is about me and what I need to do because I owe myself this, and I´m not ready to be a mom again, the last pregnancy was on the season and I hated being alone, I can do this again, you said walking out of the kitchen going upstairs to take a shower, you had been working all day and the last thing you wanted was to take out your anger on him.

When you came out of the shower and made your way to your bed you saw that Joe wasn´t there, he knew he had done wrong so he gave you space, and as much as you would love for him to come back to you you saw him sleeping with Jack on his bed, the bed was so tiny and Joe was so big it made you giggle.

The next morning he left for practice and he dropped Jack off at school, it was a weird feeling because you didn´t want him near you, you just wanted to be alone, you loved your kid, but being a mom can be an exhausting job.

A few hours had passed and the doorbell on the flower shop was ranged "Can I get a big bouquet of peonies?" he was standing there, with your favorite matcha latte and his sorry eyes, "Sure, do you want to write a note?" you said not making eye contact with him "Yes I want to write I´m sorry, I´m the world´s worst boyfriend please" he said trying to make you look at him, "Joe" you said but he interrupted "I´m sorry, I know I went too far, this is your dream and you´re pretty good at it, to be honest" and you punched him on the arm as he laughed "C´mon let´s go pick up Jack" you said telling the girls on the flower shop you were leaving, you rarely did this but there wasn´t any jobe due that day and you needed your family.

Later that day you were on the couch watching Cars with Jack and while you were falling asleep you heard Joe whisper "I forgot to add in the note that you´re the hottest MILF ever" he said kissing your ear but you decided to just close your eyes and go to sleep.

a/n: I know this isn´t exactly what you asked for but i got carried away writing this one and tbh i´m falling asleep writing this lol BUT I loved writing this, hopefully, i´ll get out of my writers block and give you the last chapter of fwd series :)

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moumouton4 · 1 year

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Imagine Being Orochimaru's Daughter And Dating Yamato

A/n : I had a hard time writing it it felt so weird to struggle. But I fnally made it and I love it 🔥🦔

A/n : For the fic purpose imagine that you're sitting at a table on the floor, next to Yamato and Orochimaru is in front of him

Warnings : Fluff, slight comedy, Orochimaru has his own role in the fic as much as Yamato, Yamato is canon-verse like he doesn't seem to mind being the subject of Mokuton test of Orochimaru

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Yamato had never wondered about your family ties. After all, he didn't have anyone, so maybe you didn't either. He had met you at the Anbu long after Kakashi had become a genin instructor.

So he was very surprised at the beginning of your 3 year relationship when you told him that you would like to introduce him to your father figure. He was very surprised and he was a little - a lot - stressed. What if he gave the wrong impression, what if he didn't like him, and what if-

"Hey Yamato" you said rubbing his arm in a comforting way "Everything is going to be fine don't worry he's going to love you" "Y-you're sure ?" "Sure and certain"

He had taken a breath and after a quick kiss you parted, you going back to your place and he going back to the comfort of his apartment, ideas running wild in his head about meeting your "father" the next day.

On your side you didn't worry too much, you had known Orochimaru since you were a child. In your case he hadn't tried to trick you in any way. No. He simply took you in out of a sense of... kindness. He tried to convince himself that he was doing this for his own interest, but his heart had begun to change without him realizing it.

Of course one could clearly see that you were adopted, your h/c hair and beautiful e/c eyes were a far cry from the piercing, reptilian eyes of your father. But still you grew to love each other as father and daughter. He had taught you everything and you had been a great help in your own way.

On the big day Yamato took some time to decide what he would wear to make a good impression on your father. Far from thinking that he knew unfortunately enough already. He did his hair and decided to let his forehead protector home before leaving his house and heading towards yours.

He decided to take the path to the park to clear his mind of the anxieties that plagued him.

"Hello Tenzo what brings you in this outfit ?" he heard the voice of Kakashi who was reading a book sitting on a bench, his finger was pointed at the suit pants he was wearing.

"Ah that" he rubbed the back of his neck "I-I'm going to meet Y/n's father so I wanted to make a good first impression"

"First impression ? But you already know each other" he answered confidently

Yamato froze for a moment, his eyes fixed on Kakashi "Wait how ? When ?"

Kakashi smirked realizing that his old friend had no information on the subject "Well I won't spoil the surprise for you you'll see when you get there"

"Kakashi please tell me who it is-"

"Goodbye" said the older ninja waving, before he disappeared in a poof of smoke.

"Come on" Yamato shoot raising his hands above his head, before continuing his walk towards your house.

But the closer he got to your house the more he felt a sense of unease in his heart. He felt as if he could feel an extremely powerful chakra emanating from there.

When he got to the door he stopped, trying to remember who he had felt the chakra from before. He had already been standing in front of the door for 10 minutes as if he was trying to bore holes while he was trying to recall it. His eyes widened as he made the connection between the fabulous source of chakra and an old enemy he had a lot to do with in the past. He felt his heart racing with forecasting, how would Orochimaru react knowing that the man you as chosen was one of the children he had taken from his family to perform Mokuton tests.

He knew however that Orochimaru had changed but still, he wouldn't have thought that you were his daughter, not only because of the resemblance but also because you didn't really look like someone who had grown up with someone who was so evil - but truth be told you didn't grow up with this side of him. But little did he know that Orochimaru was not the same man with you as he was at that moment with the others who were using him for his personal scientific research.

Inside though, while you were busy serving the tea you had prepared to your father he drew your attention.

"Dear I think he knows, I've been sensing his chraka at the door for quite a while" his voice steady not giving anything away as usual.

You sighed serving your own tea "I know... I've been sensing it too. I'm going to talk to him" you said walking towards the door "Try not to eavesdrop... this time" you said sending him a dark glare before opening the door.

With a quick step you left your apartment and turned in his direction. He jumped back, still on his guard. A slight blush appeared on his face when he saw the pretty sundress you had specially put on for the occasion.

"Erm hey Y/n what are you doing here ?" he said mentally facepalming himself when he realized how stupid what he was saying was.

"Well I was at home waiting for you" you chuckled taking his hand in yours "But now that you're here I don't have to wait anymore"

He smiled sheepishly knowing that because of his moment of reflection concerning the identity of your father he was nearly 10 minutes late.

You took a step back into your apartment but his hand tightened on yours. When you looked back at him he gave you a look of doubt and apprehension. Of course you knew why and you bitterly regretted the childhood Yamato had known because of your father's actions. However, you couldn't go back in time as much as you wanted to, nor could you not tell him or at least formalize your relationship with Orochimaru, the latter being very close to you, because of the gratefulness he felt that you had helped him change.

You took a step back into your apartment but his hand tightened on yours. When you turned your head back to him he gave you a look of doubt and apprehension. Of course you knew why and you bitterly regretted the childhood Yamato had known because of your father's actions. However, you couldn't go back as much as you wanted to, nor could you not tell him who your father is, or at least formalize your relationship with Orochimaru, the latter being very close to you, because of the gratfulness he felt that you had helped him change.

You came back on your steps and took him in your arms. As his head set on your shoulder you whispered to him "That's okay if you don't wanna met him. I won't blame you"

But he shook his head "No, I'm sticking with it. Sorry for the internal reflection moment"

He kissed the top of your head and nodded "We're good to go"

And so the two of you enter your apartment. After taking off his shoes Yamato walked shyly into the dining room, where Orochimaru was sitting at the table with his back to him, he recognized his long black hair. Suddenly he stands up and his gaze settles on you first before landing on Yamato. He bows respectfully in an uncanny way and Yamato does the same for politeness.

"Okay so dad this is Yamato... and you guys already know each other so I'm gonna let you guys and get some cake for tea" you said before running hoping you didn't forget to buy the pastries.

Once out of the room Orochimaru looked at Yamato and whispered "Don't expect an exaggerated display of politeness from me"

Yamato swallowed hard, he didn't even have time to answer when you come back in the room with a plate of pastries.

"Hey I didn't forget them after all" you said smiling.

"I bet these namagashis will be delicious my Dear" smiled your father.

Yamato's mouth hung open, not because of the pastries you bought in the bakery but because Orochimaru had just called you my Dear ?!? I mean he was your father but still it wasn't usual to act so- is that a genuine smile on his face ?!? O.O

After you all took a patisseries, orochimaru see you exchange a look of love with Yamato and he felt his heart swell, he was delighted to see his little flower happy and shining like that.

Yamato on his side had a hard time to relax. You realized this and discreetly tried to start a conversation with your father "So how are you doing ?" unfortunately for you the conversation lasted less time than you thought "Oooh you know the usual. Oh by the way Dear would you like to warm up my tea please it's running cold" "Of course" and with that you went back to the kitchen with his glass of tea in hand.

Once you were out of sight, Orochimaru, after taking a bite from his cake, put it back down and asked the man in front of him "I hope this isn't one of your schemes to keep an eye on me. If she ever were to complain about you in any way you will have to deal with me"

The end of his sentence was brimming with murderous envy. Of course he wanted to assess Yamato's worth but he was firm on the fact that whoever hurt his princess would end up hearing from him. Of course Yamato realized this last part and almost choked on his cake, he quickly took a sip of tea to swallow. Then he spoke, his eyes full of determination.

"No, of course not, I will never allow myself to play with her feelings in order to ensure your surveilliance"

His interlocutor smirked "Talking about feelings. Did the ROOT give them back to you packed in a box ?"

And just at these words, a wave of feelings comes to crash on the poor yamato, who had no idea of what Orochimaru was currently trying to do. Maybe because of stress or something else he didn't even think that the latter was maybe trying to test him. No, directly his mind jumped to conclusions and he imagined a twisted scenario in which Orochimaru decided that he had had enough of him and decided to eliminate him coldly.

But listening to his heart Yamato instead of crumbling under the weight of the words, decided to straighten up and look Orochimaru in the eye, his eyes filled with a certain determination and dare he add an ounce of protectiveness. Liking the look in his eyes, Orochimaru smiled - but even his smile was frightening for him lmao - causing Yamato to be even more wary.

As he tried to gather his words to refute your father's words and express his true and unwavering devotion to you, you came back in with the steaming tea as requested, along with another cake

As you placed the tea in front of your father and the cake in the center of the table, your gaze fell on Yamato who had just swallowed the words he was about to address to your father. The smile he tried to throw at you to divert attention, as you sat back down next to him, could not hide the apprehension in his eyes.

You decided not to say anything, judging that if Yamato had thought it worthwhile to talk about it, he would have done so. However, your resolve was broken when your father took a knife to cut the cake and Yamato squeezed your hand under the table quite tightly.

And as if to add to his condition, your father spoke up and put a piece of cake in front of Yamato "I made this one myself. As a guest you'll be the first tasting it"

He couldn't say no in front of you, so with a trembling hand Yamato took a fork and dug it into the slice of cake before putting it in his mouth and exchanging a fearful look with you.

"What the hell was going on ?" you thought while waiting for him to finish his bite. He couldn't say that he didn't like the cake the sannin made however he was weary at the sight of its composition.

That was enough for you and you asked him "Tenzo are you feeling alright ?"

He looked at you with a face full of recognition, but also of embarrassment, as he saw Orochimaru serve you a piece and you too took a bite. He wouldn't try to poison his own child after all and with that he realized little by little that his apprehension and distrust of the sannin was a little out of place.

He looked at you before looking at your father, his voice filled with remorse even though he was trying to hide it "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding"

You looked at both of them trying to understand what misunderstanding your partner was talking about but Orochimaru spoke up.

"There is nothing wrong with that, my reputation is tenacious and I know it. However I appreciate what I can see before me" he said nodding approvingly as he looked at you.

You glanced at Yamato whose look made you understand that he was going to explain everything to you later. The meeting went much better than it had started for everyone, Yamato felt much more at ease, Orochimaru seemed satisfied with your choice and you... well you still had trouble understanding what you had missed but you were happy that everything went well nevertheless.

As you realized that the meeting was coming to an end, orochimaru spoke up "And by the way, who is going to move in with whom, as I realize that you both live in the center of town, maybe a house more away from the hustle and bustle would be more appropriate for infants"

"Infants ?!? 👀" exclaimed Yamato, a hint of red defining itself on his cheeks, his eye twitching.

"Pfffffffff dad !!!" you said after making a spit take as you started to choke on the little bit of tea you had swallowed. Yamato jumped towards you and gently tapped on your back to help you evacuate.

"What I'm worried about is my offspring-" he said before dodging a kunai that you threw at him. Yamato whistled, you were indeed your father's daughter. The latter chuckled "Oh I'm teasing you, Darling. Take care" and with that he placed a kiss on your forehead, nodded to Yamato and left your apartment, a smile on his lips as he added "Until next time Tenzo" and closed the door behind him, and this time it was the one who made a spit take.

You chuckled at your father's behavior, you didn't expect it all to go so well. When your gaze rested on Yamato, he was red, his mind retracing what your father had said about the children. A slight shudder ran through his body as he imagined the possible consequences that Orochimaru's words of you both having kids were having on him.

You gently ran your hand over his arm telling him how great he did for an official first meeting with your father. You quirked an eyebrow at him when you left how hot his skin felt under your touch "Aw is it because he talked about children that you are in this state ?" you chuckled as he buried his face in your neck his face as red as a tomato.

"You know" you said still patting his back "The subject of children won't be on the plate until the two of us decide it. That won't stop us from having our fun though" you said winking at him and clearing away the cakes that were on the table.

As his eyes followed your figure retreating into the kitchen, he couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run through his body, was this an invitation ? Well for that there was only one way to know. He ran his fingers through his hair and with a decided but timid step decided to follow you. And take whatever you had in store for him.

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🥪🥧 Again my requests are open 🍵🍮

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bothoutsiders · 9 months

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I have a request UwU can you please write something Jaytim but with Bernard as the bad guy in the story? Maybe some jealousy or stalking, it doesn't have to be extreme if you don't wanna I very rarely see bernard as the bad guy in fics, if I see it at all, and I have a bit of a craving for it :c pls ignore this if its not something you like! 🥺🥺🥺🥺

hey anon, i wrote something and i'm not sure if this will be of your liking. i have zero experience making someone the bad toxic person, but i did try it and i had a lot of fun. thank you for your request!!

“Baby bird, I thought you would never call.” The voice sounded muffled behind the helmet and even then, Bernard thought it wasn’t his real voice.

He tilted his head a bit to the side observing Red Hood. He was way taller than Tim, thus taller than him too. His muscles were impressive and seeing the guns on his sides, he knew he was also deadly. There was a stain of blood on his right thigh and Bernard wondered if it belonged to the vigilante or to someone else.

Red Hood was nothing but bad news. Bernard had googled him before. It seemed that Nightwing was popular even among the bad guys but Red Hood?... People always got killed when he was involved and he was sure that from all those bat people, he was the most dangerous one.

“Why is he calling you that?” He knew he shouldn’t be surprising a vigilante like that, but it bothered him how Red Hood seemed so close to his Tim. Just then he remembered the promise he made to Tim. Not to interfere. Not to speak, to pretend he wasn’t there, but he just couldn’t let it happen. He couldn’t ignore it.

Things began to move in slow motion as Red Hood looked in his direction. It was probably the fear making Bernard perceive time differently as two guns were cocked and pointed at him.

“Wait!” Tim immediately got between them. “Don’t shoot, don’t shoot!”

Bernard swallowed, feeling his body tense and alert, the back of his neck ice cold. He knew how to fight but this was completely different. He wouldn’t admit that standing close to Red Hood made him feel small and threatened.

“Who is he?” There was a pause coming from Red Hood, his tone wasn’t playful or happy anymore. “You know you can’t bring civilians to things like these.”

“Things like these?” Bernard asked, a light frown on his face. “Why is that? What do you two have to hide?”

Tim sighed as he looked at him, and behind him, he could see Red Hood staring too.

“Are you picking a fight, kid?”

“I don’t like the way he speaks to you,” Bernard said the same night after they were at his place. “He was obviously making a pass at you.”

It was clear on Tim’s face that he was more than tired of this. While their relationship had started as something new, exciting and more comfortable than any other romantic relationship he had ever had… this wasn’t what he expected from it.

After a few months of dating it turned into something overwhelming and completely different.

“He wasn’t. That’s how he likes to tease others.” He sat leaned to the side, away from Bernard even if both were on the same couch watching tv. “If you react to it, he does it more.”

“Tim,” he placed a hand on his thigh. “You know I care about you, I love you, and I won’t tell you to stop being a vigilante if this is what you like but… I don’t feel comfortable when you go to him.” There was a smile on his face, trying his best to be kind with his words and not to make Tim snap. He knew how Tim reacts when he’s tired or under a lot of pressure.

“You can trust me, Bernard. Nothing is going to happen. He is just… that way. He doesn’t interact with many people so he can be a bit weird.”

“Is not that he’s weird and was flirting with you, it’s that he is dangerous. Did you see how he was about to shoot me? If it wasn’t because of you–”

“You surprised him. I told you not to speak or even move, you were to pretend to not be there. I shouldn’t be taking you with me when I’m Red Robin and I still did because you begged me to. It was wrong of me.” Tim shook his head.

“Fine, but he is still dangerous. He kills people, Tim. Why don’t you let someone else deal with him? If you need something from him, maybe contact someone else that will do it for you.”

“... You’re asking me to stop seeing him because you don’t like him?”

“Yes, but not because I don’t like him. He’s dangerous.”

Tim got quiet for a moment and turned his whole body to look at him, as he rested his cheek against a cushion. “Bernard… It’s complicated with Red Hood. He doesn’t have a good relationship with Batman and the rest.”

“No surprise.” He smiled and caressed Tim’s hand. “I know you might be doing it out of pity, Tim, but he’s not your responsibility. He isn’t a big stray dog with bombs attached to him that you found and that you need to take care of. If he was in the streets then maybe he’s there for a reason?”

While his relationship with Jason didn’t start with the right foot, it didn’t mean that he was still on bad terms with him. On the contrary, they were close, and whenever they would fight together, it seemed that they had been doing it together for years. They were so synchronized that it even surprised them.

“Bernard, you’re important to me, I do love you but I can’t sacrifice my friendship with Red Hood because you don’t like it. If we need to get more information or if something happens, he will never get in contact with Batman or even make a deal with him. They don’t get along, I’m the only one Red Hood trusts.” He rubbed his eyes. “I’ll have to ask you to trust me. Nothing bad has ever happened and even if you think he might be a savage, he really isn’t.”

Things didn’t go that well after. There were days that Tim firmly believed that Bernard was completely jealous. That time in which Tim got a message from Jason with a dumb sticker that made him laugh, set some kind of alarm in Bernard’s head.

“It’s him, isn’t he? Does he even know we are together?”

Tim began to suspect it was was some kind of manipulation. Tim had gone through a lot of things and met so many different people. He knew about manipulation when he saw it, and this definitely felt like it.

“This is what happens when you’re trying to be brave. You should’ve let me kill them.”

There were noises coming from the window, they dropped something on their way in and then Tim stumbled. When Bernard took a look, he felt his blood boil.

Red Hood was holding Tim from under the arm, making his boyfriend lean on him and he couldn’t stand it.

They have spoken about the vigilante job and while Bernard was okay with it and even thought it was pretty cool, seeing Tim with someone strong and on the same field made him angry. It wasn't only Red Hood the one that made Bernard jealous, he also got irritated with Kon and Cassie. Especially Kon.

"Don’t touch him!”

The sudden voice made both of them look up, frozen in place.

“I told you I didn’t want to see you with him again. Why can’t you just do that little thing for me, Tim?!”

Tim was about to speak but Red Hood interrupted.

“I’ve been very patient with you.” It sounded more like a growl than just a threatening voice. “The only reason why I haven’t done anything is because Tim wouldn’t like it.” He made sure that Tim was leaning all his weight on him and carefully took him to the couch, sitting him down. “If I stopped touching him when you told me, I would’ve dropped him on the floor like a bag of potatoes. You’re his boyfriend, can’t you see he’s wounded?”

Bernard looked up at Tim and then he saw it. He saw the many wounds, the dried and fresh blood and how he was leaning forward to remove his shoes and massage his foot.

“Well, this is because of you. If you weren’t with him, he wouldn’t have come home like this. You are the one who kills people, you are always surrounded by worse criminals. You’re exposing him!”

There was a moment where Red Hood didn’t say a word, and Tim knew what it meant. He was doubting himself.

“Bernard… I need you to stop. What if you go home tonight? I’ll call you tomorrow.” He said removing what was left of his domino mask.

“Of course I’m not leaving. I’m not going to leave you alone with this… This animal!”

“Bernard, please.” He closed his eyes. The headache he had was killing him.

“Tim, please. We have talked about this before. Tell your friend to leave, I’ll take care of you.”

There was a small sigh coming from Red Hood. Something that no one would notice unless they’ve spent a lot of time with him and recognized the small details. He was about to stand up when Tim placed his hand on Red Hood’s knee.

“Stay.”

“Stay? Tim, he can’t be here.”

“You can’t be here, Bernard. You don’t understand and you are only making things worse." The throbbing on his temples only got worse. "I only want to disinfect my wounds and sleep for two days. You’ve been doing this for weeks now. I know what you want but I can’t give it to you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s him or me.”

Black spots were clouding his sight.

“Bernard. Close the door when you leave.” He closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch, massaging his temples. He couldn't stand it anymore.

He didn’t see Bernard leave but he heard him slamming the door when he left.

Red Hood didn’t say a word as he began to help Tim with his clothes, making sure nothing was touching directly his open wounds. He then left, only to be back a few moments later with something.

Tim didn't open his eyes, he knew by now that he needed to take a pill for the pain or he wasn't going to be able to fall asleep, even if he was exhausted.

He felt how his wounds were being taken care of. The few whimpers that escaped his lips found solace on a couple of "it's okay, baby bird", "you're doing good, pretty", "the last one, promise". His voice was gentle and Tim wasn't going to pretend he didn't like it when Hood spoke that way to him.

"He was lying." Tim said and felt how Red Hood paused on what he was doing.

"On what, exactly?"

"Being with you doesn't expose me to worse criminals. I think we make a pretty good team." He said proudly as he opened his eyes, only to find Jason looking back at him. He completely forgot how beautiful Jason's eyes were.

"Well…"

"You're stuck with me, Jason. We are a team. If you try to get rid of me, I'll just keep coming back."

"That's not something your boyfriend will like. You have a lot to explain to him."

Tim rolled his eyes before closing them again. "I'm single again. Now bring me something for the pain, please."

#JayTim #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #w: story #“bring something for the pain” can be emotional or physical you choose #request

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An AMENDED Rundown on the Absolute Chaos That is First Quarto Hamlet

O, gather round me, my dear Shakespeare friends And let me tell to ye a tale of woe. It was a dark and drizzly winter night, When I discovered my life was a lie... This tale is a tragedy, one of Shakespeare sources turned into gardening websites, "misdated" quartos, and failed internet archives. It is also a story of the quarto itself, an early printing of our beloved Danish Prince's play, including an implied Hamlet/Horatio coffee date, weird and extremely short soliloquies, and Gertrude with a hint of motivation and autonomy.

But let us start from the beginning. Long ago, in the year of our lord 2022, I pulled a Christmas Eve all-nighter to bring you this post: https://www.tumblr.com/withasideofshakespeare/704686395278622720/a-rundown-on-the-absolute-chaos-that-is-first?source=share

It was popularish in Shakespeare circles, which is why I am amending it now! I returned to it tonight, only to discover a few problems with my dates and, more importantly, a mystery in which one of my sources miraculously turned into a link to a gardening website...

Anyhow, let us begin with the quarto! TL;DR: Multiple versions of Hamlet were printed between 1603 and 1637 (yes, post-folio) with major character and plot differences between them. The first quarto (aka Q1) is best known for its particular brand of chaos with brief soliloquies, an extra-sad Hamlet, some mother-son bonding, weird early modern spelling, and deleted/adapted scenes with major influences on the plot of the play!

A long rundown is included below the cut, including new and improved sources, lore, direct quotes, and my own interpretations. Skip what bores you! And continue... if thou darest!

What is the First Quarto? Actually, what is a quarto?

Excellent questions, brave Hamlet fan! A quarto is a pamphlet created by printing something onto a large sheet of paper and then folding it to get a smaller pamphlet with more pages per big sheet (1). First Quarto Hamlet was published in 1603 and then promptly lost for an entire two centuries until it was rediscovered in 1823 in the library of Sir Henry Bunbury. Rather than printed from a manuscript of Shakespeare, Q1 seems like it may be a memorial reconstruction of the play by the actor who played Marcellus (imagine being in a movie, memorizing the script to the best of your ability, writing it down, and then selling "your" script off to the print shop), but scholars are still out on this (2).

Are you saying that Hamlet comes with the stageplay equivalent of a “deleted scenes and extra credits” movie disc?

Yep, pretty much! In fact, there are even more of these! Q2 was printed in 1604 and it seems to have made use of Shakespeare's own drafts, and rather than being pirated like Q1, it was probably printed more or less with permission. Three more subsequent quartos were published between 1611 and 1637, but they share much in common with Q2. The First Folio (F1) was published in 1623 and its copy of Hamlet was either based on another (possibly cleaner but likely farther removed from Shakespeare's own text) playhouse manuscript (2, 3). It was an early "collected works" of sorts--although missing a few plays that we now consider canon--and is the main source used today for many of the plays!

The versions of the play that we read usually include elements from both Q2 and F1.

So... Q1? How is it any different from the version we all know (and love, of course)? What do the differences mean for the plot?

We’ll start with minor differences and build up to the big ones.

Names and spellings

Most of the versions of Shakespeare's plays that we read today have updated spellings in modern English, but a true facsimile (a near-exact reprint of a text) maintains the early modern English spellings found in the original text.

For example, here is the second line of the play transcribed from F1:

Francisco: Nay answer me: stand and vnfold your selfe.

For the most part, however, the names of the characters in these later versions (ex: F1) are spelled more or less how we would spell them today. This is not so in Q1.

Laertes is “Leartes”, Ophelia is “Ofelia”, Gertrude is “Gertred” (or sometimes “Gerterd”), Rosencrantz is “Rossencraft”, Guildenstern is “Gilderstone”, and my favorite, Polonius gets a completely different name: Corambis.

(This goes on for minor characters, too. Sentinel Barnardo is “Bernardo”, Prince Fortinbras of Norway is “Fortenbrasse”, Voltemand and Cornelius--the Danish ambassadors to Norway--are “Voltemar” and “Cornelia” (genderbent Cornelius?), Osric doesn’t even get a name- he is called “the Bragart Gentleman”, the Gravediggers are called clowns, and Reynaldo (Polonius’s spy) gets a whole different name--“Montano”.)

2. Stage directions

Some of Q1's stage directions are more detailed and some are simply non-existent. For instance, when Ophelia enters singing, the direction is:

Enter Ofelia playing on a Lute, and her haire downe singing.

But when Horatio is called to assist Hamlet in spying on Claudius during the play, he has no direction to enter, instead opting to just appear magically on stage. Hamlet also doesn't even say his name, so apparently his Hamlet sense was tingling?

3. Act 3 scene reordering

Claudius and Polonius go through with the plan to have Ophelia break up with Hamlet immediately after they make it (typically, the plan is made in early II.ii and gone through with in III.i, with the players showing up and reciting Hecuba between the two events). In this version, the player scene (and Hamlet’s conversation with Polonius) happen after ‘to be or not to be’ and ‘get thee to a nunnery.’ I’m not sure if this makes more or less sense. Either way, it has a relatively minimal impact on the story.

4. Shortened lines and straightforwardness

Many lines, especially after Act 1, are significantly shortened, including some of the play's most famous speeches.

Laertes’ usually long-winded I.iii lecture on love to Ophelia is shortened to just ten lines (as opposed to the typical 40+). Polonius (er... Corambis) is still annoying and incapable of brevity, but less so than usual. His lecture on love is also cut significantly!

Hamlet’s usual assailing of Danish drinking customs (I.iv) is cut off by the ghost’s arrival. He’s still the most talkative character, but his lines are almost entirely different in some monologues, including ‘to be or not to be’! In other spots, however, (ex: get thee to a nunnery!) the lines are near-identical. There doesn’t seem to be much rhyme or reason to where things diverge linguistically, except that when Marcellus speaks, his lines are always correct. Hm...

5. The BIG differences: Gertrude’s promise to aid Hamlet in taking revenge

Act 3, scene 4 goes about the same as usual with one major difference: Hamlet finishes off not with his usual declaration that he’s to be sent for England but with an absolutely heart-wrenching callback to act 1, in which he echoes the ghost’s lines and pleads his mother to aid him in revenge. And she agrees. Here is that scene:

Note that "U"s are sometimes "V"s and there are lots of extra "E"s!

Queene Alas, it is the weakenesse of thy braine, Which makes thy tongue to blazon thy hearts griefe: But as I haue a soule, I sweare by heauen, I neuer knew of this most horride murder: But Hamlet, this is onely fantasie, And for my loue forget these idle fits. Ham. Idle, no mother, my pulse doth beate like yours, It is not madnesse that possesseth Hamlet. O mother, if euer you did my deare father loue, Forbeare the adulterous bed to night, And win your selfe by little as you may, In time it may be you wil lothe him quite: And mother, but assist mee in reuenge, And in his death your infamy shall die. Queene Hamlet, I vow by that maiesty, That knowes our thoughts, and lookes into our hearts, I will conceale, consent, and doe my best, What stratagem soe're thou shalt deuise. Ham. It is enough, mother good night: Come sir, I'le prouide for you a graue, Who was in life a foolish prating knaue. Exit Hamlet with [Corambis/Polonius'] dead body. (Internet Shakespeare, Source #4)

Despite having seemingly major consequences for the plot, this is never discussed again. Gertrude tells Claudius in the next scene that it was Hamlet who killed Polonius (Corambis, whatever!), seemingly betraying her promise.

However, Gertrude’s admission of Hamlet’s guilt (and thus, betrayal) could come down to the circumstance she finds herself in as the next scene begins. There is no stage direction denoting her exit, so the entrance of Claudius in scene 5 may be into her room, where he would find her beside a puddle of blood, evidence of the murder. There’s no talking your way out of that one…

6. The BIGGEST difference: The added scene

After Act 4, Scene 6, (but before 4.7) comes this scene, in which Horatio informs Gertrude that Hamlet was to be executed in England but escaped:

Enter Horatio and the Queene. Hor. Madame, your sonne is safe arriv'de in Denmarke, This letter I euen now receiv'd of him, Whereas he writes how he escap't the danger, And subtle treason that the king had plotted, Being crossed by the contention of the windes, He found the Packet sent to the king of England, Wherein he saw himselfe betray'd to death, As at his next conuersion with your grace, He will relate the circumstance at full. Queene Then I perceiue there's treason in his lookes That seem'd to sugar o're his villanie: But I will soothe and please him for a time, For murderous mindes are alwayes jealous, But know not you Horatio where he is? Hor. Yes Madame, and he hath appoynted me To meete him on the east side of the Cittie To morrow morning. Queene O faile not, good Horatio, and withall, commend me A mothers care to him, bid him a while Be wary of his presence, lest that he Faile in that he goes about. Hor. Madam, neuer make doubt of that: I thinke by this the news be come to court: He is arriv'de, obserue the king, and you shall Quickely finde, Hamlet being here, Things fell not to his minde. Queene But what became of Gilderstone and Rossencraft? Hor. He being set ashore, they went for England, And in the Packet there writ down that doome To be perform'd on them poynted for him: And by great chance he had his fathers Seale, So all was done without discouerie. Queene Thankes be to heauen for blessing of the prince, Horatio once againe I take my leaue, With thowsand mothers blessings to my sonne. Horat. Madam adue. (Internet Shakespeare, Source #4)

First of all, the implication of Hamlet and Horatio's little date in the city is adorable ("Yes Madame, and he hath appoynted me / To meete him on the east side of the Cittie / To morrow morning.") It reads like they're going out for coffee!

And perhaps more plot relevant: if Gertrude knows of Claudius’s treachery ("there's treason in his lookes"), her death at the end of the play does not look like much of an accident. She is aware that Claudius killed her husband and is actively trying to kill her son and she still drinks the wine meant for Hamlet!

Now, the moment we’ve all been waiting for! My thoughts! Yippee! On Gertrude: WOW! I’m convinced that she is done dirty by F1and Q2! She and Hamlet have a much better relationship (Gertrude genuinely worries about his well-being throughout the play.) She has an actual personality that is tied into her role in the story and as a mother. I love Q1 Gertrude even though in the end, there’s nothing she can do to save Hamlet from being found out in the murder of Polonius and eventually dying in the duel. Her drinking the poisoned wine seems like an act of desperation (or sacrifice? she never asks Hamlet to drink!) rather than an accident.

On the language: I think Q1′s biggest shortcoming is its comparatively simplistic language, especially in 'to be or not to be,' which is written like this in the quarto:

Ham. To be, or not to be, I there's the point, To Die, to sleepe, is that all? I all: No, to sleepe, to dreame, I mary there it goes, For in that dreame of death, when wee awake, And borne before an euerlasting Iudge [judge], From whence no passenger euer retur'nd, The vndiscouered country, at whose sight The happy smile, and the accursed damn'd. But for this, the ioyfull hope of this, Whol'd beare the scornes and flattery of the world, Scorned by the right rich, the rich curssed of the poore? The widow being oppressed, the orphan wrong'd, The taste of hunger, or a tirants raigne, And thousand more calamities besides, To grunt and sweate vnder this weary life, When that he may his full Quietus make, With a bare bodkin, who would this indure, But for a hope of something after death? Which pusles [puzzles] the braine, and doth confound the sence, Which makes vs rather beare those euilles we haue, Than flie to others that we know not of. I that, O this conscience makes cowardes of vs all, Lady in thy orizons, be all my sinnes remembred. (Internet Shakespeare, Source #4)

The verse is actually closer to perfect iambic pentameter (meaning more lines have exactly ten syllables and consist entirely of iambs--"da-DUM") than in the Folio, which includes many 11-syllable lines. The result of this, however, is that Hamlet comes across here as considerably less frantic (those too-long verse lines in F1 make it feel like he is shoving words into too short a time, which is so very on-theme for him) and more... sad. Somehow, Q1 Hamlet manages to deserve a hug even MORE than F1 Hamlet!

Nevertheless, this speech doesn't hit the way it does in later printings and I have to say I prefer the Folio here.

On the ending: The ending suffers from the same effect ‘to be or not to be’ does--it is simpler and (imo) lacks some of the emotion that F1 emphasizes. Hamlet’s final speech is significantly cut down and Horatio’s last lines aren’t quite so potent--although they’re still sweet!

Horatio. Content your selues, Ile shew to all, the ground, The first beginning of this Tragedy: Let there a scaffold be rearde vp in the market place, And let the State of the world be there: Where you shall heare such a sad story tolde, That neuer mortall man could more vnfolde. (Internet Shakespeare, Source #4)

Horatio generally is a more active character in Q1 Hamlet. This ending suits this characterization. He will tell Hamlet’s story, tragic as it may be. It reminds me a bit of We Raise Our Cups from Hadestown. I appreciate that this isn't a request but a command: put up a stage, I will tell this story. Closing notes: After over a year, it was due time this post received an update. My main revisions were in regard to source verification. Somehow, in the last year or so, one of my old sources went from linking to a PDF of Q1 to a garden website (???) and some citations were missing from the get-go as a result of this being an independently researched post that involved pulling an all-nighter on Christmas Eve (but no excuses, we need sources!)

I have also corrected some badly worded commentary implying that the Folio's verse is more iambic pentameter-y (it's not; in fact, Q1 tends to "normalize" its verse to make it fit a typical blank verse scheme better than the Folio's does--the lines actually flow better, typically have exactly ten syllables, and use more iambs than Q1's) as well as that the spelling in the Folio is any more modern than those in Q1 (they're both in early modern English; I was mistakenly reading a modernized Folio and assuming it to be a transcription--nice one, 17-year-old Dianthus!) Additionally, I corrected the line breaks in my verse transcriptions and returned the block quotations to their original early modern English, which feels more authentic to what was actually written. A few other details and notes were added here and there, but the majority of the substance is the same.

Overall, if you still haven't read Q1, you absolutely should! Once you struggle through the spelling for a while, you'll get used to it and it'll be just as easy as modern English! If you'd prefer to just start with the modern English, I have also linked a modern translation below (source 5). And finally, my sources! Not up to citation standards but very user-friendly I hope... 1. Oxford English Dictionary 2. Internet Shakespeare, Hamlet, "The Texts", David Bevington (https://internetshakespeare.uvic.ca/doc/Ham_TextIntro/index.html) 3. The Riverside Shakespeare (pub. Houghton Mifflin Company; G.B. Evans, et al.) 4. Internet Shakespeare, First Quarto (facsimile--in early modern English) (https://internetshakespeare.uvic.ca/doc/Ham_Q1/complete/index.html) 5. Internet Shakespeare, First Quarto (modern English) (https://internetshakespeare.uvic.ca/doc/Ham_Q1M/index.html)

And here conclude we our scholarly tale, Of sources, citation, and Christmastime too, Go read the First Quarto! And here, I leave you.

#shakespeare #hamlet #first quarto #first quarto hamlet #classic literature #revisions #hey look at me #having some scholarly merit #i have so much left to learn #which is a darn good thing #how else would i spend my evenings?#the worst part about this #is that it all started because i thought a got a date wrong #but it turns out i didn't #so HA!#but then i realized i got everything else wrong so....#corrections it is!

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melancholysway · 1 year

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Hello! Uhm, I so wanted to request a 2012 Leo x GN!reader long shot, where the reader has dissociation and anxiety often causing them to go to Leo for grounding and comfort.

Dissociation symptoms:

- Sometimes feeling disconnected from yourself and the world around you.

- Feeling detached from your body or feel as though the world around you is unreal/artificial.

- Disconnection and lack of continuity between thoughts, memories, surroundings, actions, and identity.

I wanted to request this because I often feel alone and overwhelmed when I go through my own dissociative episodes, sometimes even wishing someone could be there for me, to hug me, rub my back, and tell me everything is going to be okay.

If you could do this, I would be extremely grateful. If you can’t, that’s okay, either way, I hope you’re having a nice day/night/afternoon/whatever lmao.

Thank you!

TMNT 2012!Leonardo x GN!Reader: Dissociation

Hi! I’ve actually experienced dissociation while I was high. I had to stop taking edibles because of a bad high, where it turned into an anxiety attack and felt completely not myself and had an out-of-body experience. I can only smoke it now. So I completely understand this! I had to deal with it on my own since I took them while I was home alone and couldn’t tell my parents about it. It was seriously scary, so writing this would be helpful for me as well :), thank you for your request! I hope you enjoy, seriously!

It’s a scary feeling. Feeling like everything around you is some sort of stimulation. That we’re just players in this game called life, being controlled by someone like a video game character.

The idea that everything can go wrong is terrifying, when you’re alone, it’s even worse.

You’ve had those feelings of dissociation before, the episodes were pretty bad. They weren’t as bad as now, especially because you were dating a mutant turtle.

Now, it may seem odd, but, dating someone that everyone thinks can’t exist only makes those episodes worse. Leonardo and his whole family didn’t seem real to people. Because they don’t know of their existence.

When you first met them, you had to keep telling yourself they were very much real. It’s probably weird to say, but, you had to physically touch each turtle. Even Raph. Yes, Raph.

He was uncomfortable at first, but as long as you don’t do that again, you’ll be on good terms. And you were, or, are. You’re on good terms with Leo’s brothers.

The hole in your stomach when it came to anxiety, and that looming cloud over your head whilst experiencing it seemed to die whenever you were around the turtles. They were your safety, and as long as they were around, nothing could happen to you. No outside force would even touch you, Y/n L/n. Especially if Leonardo was still breathing and walking this Earth, nobody would take you like some have tried to take April. Leo was devoted to you, and he made sure you were safe.

A lot of the time, dissociation happens when you’re alone. It barely happens around the turtles. They keep your mind off of any negative thoughts. Splinter as well; he understands the dangers of anxiety and lifts your spirits every time you’re around. Leonardo, the boyfriend, puts forth a lot of effort to do so. Meditation is his main suggestion to be of help. It allows for a clear mind to where you’re fully aware of yourself and everything around you. A lot of the time, it helps, but it’s almost impossible to do it alone. Believe me, you’ve tried. Meditation seems to only work fully when Leo does it with you.

He doesn’t mind at all.

Because for you, he’d do anything to help you through an anxiety-induced event.

“I’m…not really sure.” You sit on your bed, shifting uncomfortably as Leonardo makes his way through your window. The turtle stands in front of you, placing his hands on top of yours.

“Do you feel that?” He asks, hopeful to get you through this wave successfully. You seemingly stare into nothingness, the room around you becoming panoramic in nature through your lens.

When you don’t feel his hands, you begin to breathe sporadically. Is Leo even with you right now? Is he even real? You feel something atop your hands, but it doesn’t feel authentic. It’s almost as if your room is a holograph, with Leonardo being an A.I of some sort. It’s not real. But, if he’s not real, were you even real? Was this room you were in even yours?

Leonardo knew it would be bad when you texted him a rather odd message. When you were typing it appeared to be jumbled up nonsense, but it made sense to you. So, without a second thought, he ditched the Space Heroes re-run and came over to you. You see, Leonardo was the perfect turtle to receive help and comfort from. He’s caring, he’s patient, and with you, wow, he puts an effort to be the person you can run to for soothing.

Because, that’s just how Leo is wired. His entire aura seems to burst with yellow. A bright color, one that indicates a pleasant sense of self. One with confidence, and one that can inspire others to be the same. As soon as Leonardo steps into a room with his brothers in it, they can’t help but feel at ease. Since, well, the blue-eyed leader tends to solve everyone’s problems. So, when he bursts through your window like the ball of sun he is, glowing with concern, he knows that he has to really find a way to help.

Leonardo often wonders if he is enough for you, because he’s in a constant battle with himself to be the best he can be. He wonders how you see him, or what you think of him. It’s not like you don’t tell him all the time how great he is to you, it’s just, well, he can’t believe it sometimes. That he actually found someone who loves him in a way that his brothers assumed they would never experience. Sure, Raph had Mona Lisa, and Mikey had Renet, and Donnie…well, Donnie is going through his own thing, but you get the idea. Leonardo wondered if he would find that love. He can admit that before he knew Karai was Miwa, that he had some sort of crush on her, but…you know- she’s family. He doesn’t think of her like that at all now; that’s his sister. And, he loves Karai like family. The right way.

So when you told Leo that you loved him for the very first time- a sudden outburst- he was over the moon. That’s what he had been wanting this whole time. For someone to reciprocate the love he gave them. You just so happened to be that person he loved as well.

So, as he looks at you, shaking from the sudden lack of thoughts you’re having and disconnection from everything around you, he absolutely has to hug you. To let you know that this thing called life is real. To let you know that he’s very much real, your life is real, everything you’re second-guessing being real is…well…real. That the Earth spinning on an axis is so fucking real, and that he could get Donnie to tell you about it for hours and hours just so you know you’re not crazy.

Because, you’re not crazy.

Leonardo knows that, and he makes sure that you know it, too.

So as he slowly pulls his hands away, and lifting you up from the bed, letting you use him as leverage, he plants your bare feet on the carpet, so you can feel it. You’re standing on carpet, there’s nothing artificial about that. The feeling of the tiny microfibers tickling your feet, and the dust that gets stuck in between the nylon fiber. Those are all real. That the feet you’re using to stand on are yours. Everyone has them, but these are exclusive to you.

“Here, take a step forward after me,” He holds your hands, looking at you as he takes one step back, patiently waiting for you to do the same. You squeeze your eyes shut, using your other senses to help you. The eyes may play tricks on you. As you take that first step, you can feel your leg move- on your command, not anyone else’s. You feel your feet plant on the carpet, and nobody had moved you but yourself. Because, you got this. You’re in control.

“Now, you step where you want to go.” After Leo had gotten you comfortable enough to open your eyes, he smiles gently, “Just focus on me, okay? I’ll be right here to follow.” You search around, wondering where you should go, realizing that it’s sort of hard to see in your now dimly lit room. To avoid any type of overstimulation, Leonardo took it upon himself to lower the brightness in your room.

You step to your left, watching as Leo does the same, following suite like he promised. His hands are still in yours, not thinking to let go.

“Keep going,” Another step, and another.

That out-of-body experience seems to calm, as you can feel yourself becoming one with your mind and body. That your brain and soul are very present, inside of your body.

Leo begins his affirmations, something he’s learned that always works, no matter what problem may arise. He’s one with himself, and can pass that positivity to you.

“I’m not a figment of your episode. I’m real, very, very much real,”

You repeat his words, seeing the image of Leo in front of you to appear authentic after every positive affirmation.

He exists.

His brothers exist.

May be out of science fiction, but it’s very real. It’s so real, that you can remember what the sewer smells like in the summer when Leonardo mentions it. You couldn’t forget that smell, especially with the humidity.

He’s helping you through this, he tells you. Because he loves you, and that after this is all said and done, you’ll be okay.

It’s the truth, you’re going to be okay.

So as time goes on with Leonardo following your every move, watching you patiently and hopeful that you’ll recover, you come down from that out-of-body feeling. You’re 100% you, 100% in control, and this world around you was 100% real.

If this wasn’t enough, he sits with you on your bed, only to lay down and face one another. He mouths a slow ‘I love you,’ before bringing you close to him, entertwining his arms with yous as your face is buried in his plastron. His scent, always smelling like white tea with a hint of sage, goes into your nostrils and sends a message to your brain that, this is in fact your boyfriend of so many months. That he’s hugging you, making sure you’re okay- rubbing your back with his free hand and quietly speaking more positive affirmations into the atmosphere. That you’re going to be okay, and that he’s always going to be here for you.

Because he is. He cares about you too much to see you like this. He does everything in his power to help, and it works.

Oh God, it works.

As you utilize your 5 senses again, you can feel everything around you. You’re not just looking through a glass or a floating body. You’re grounded, and you’re safe.

You can feel Leo’s strong arms around you and the circles being rubbed into your back, how gentle his hands were on your body; how they always were. He was always so gentle with you. Treating you as softly as he knew how, because you did the same.

You can see his plastron, although hard to see, you can faintly make out the marks that he’s gotten from each and every battle he’s been in. You place your hand on his plastron, using your fingers to feel every ridge or scratch on it.

You can hear his heartbeat, as you place your ear on his chest, feeling his body heave everytime he took a breath. He did this slowly, as he had told you to breathe in and out slowly with him while you lay together, intertwined with one another.

You fall in love with his scent all the time, he starts to smell like the tea he always drinks, and the sage his Sensei always burns in the dojo. You absolutely cannot complain, Leonardo, in your opinion, has the best scent. Albeit that statement is heavily biased.

And finally, as Leonardo places a kiss on your forehead, you lift your head from being buried in his clutches and look up at him. He places a soft, gentle kiss on your lips, and you can taste him. He always tasted like spearmint, since, well, he was always chewing gum. You never knew why, but he mentioned once that it had something to do with stress. Since he can’t exactly smoke, he takes his stress out on a piece of Orbit Spearmint gum.

As you come back full circle to reality, you can’t help but hug your boyfriend. Leonardo is truly a gem, and an amazing boyfriend. He’s always there to help you out during times like these, but this one felt different. He tried new methods, like making you walk barefoot on the carpet, something he hasn’t done before. It seemed as though he knew exactly what he was doing, knowing it’ll be of help somewhat.

Leo had done extensive research.

To be able to help you fully. That he had a bunch of methods up his sleeve to pick out to better help you based on the situation.

And for that, you can’t help but thank him. With a soft smile, and another kiss, but this one, is long and more passionate.

Leonardo always gets that pink blush on his cheeks after kisses like that, and he smiles brightly when he comes to the realization that he’s successfully got you back. He has you back, his Y/n back.

As he pulls you in for another hug, he whispers quietly, but loud enough for you to hear,

“I love you, Hana.”

And he does, he truly does.

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