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jarofstyles · 5 months

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Oh Baby, Baby! Five

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Warnings- Pregnancy, hormones, etc.

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Y/N was certain that she was going to kill someone.

This was why she normally had Harry go to the shops by himself. Her non pregnant self could barely deal with a Saturday crowd. Pregnant Y/N? She was homicidal.

People didn’t know how to walk. How to say ‘pardon me’. How to talk at a normal volume. Her eye was twitching as her hands tightened on the stopping trolly, taking a deep inhale as she watched Harry place a bag of cucumber into the basket. “Think that should be good in the Veg.” He chirped, looking at the list on his phone. She could see the little bubbles being filled in and going down each time he checked off an item. Thankfully he still had a functioning mind because hers was feeling like TV static as she tried to keep herself calm.

Her belly had begun to show a bit more and she was extremely protective of her little bump. Hand rested on it, she self soothed by rubbing over it, her stretchy cotton tee shirt dress moving with her hand. She’d chosen the green because Harry specifically liked her in that color, but she was more than aware of how she had begun to stress sweat and he would more than likely be exposed to the stains it would leave behind.

“Hey..” His hand on her shoulder startled her, making her jump. When had he even approached her? “You okay, love?” His hand shoved the phone into his pocket, instead gently tilting her head up towards him. The look of true concern made her soften her tense shoulders a tad, sighing as she nodded. This newer side to him, having to admit that she was his and he was hers, that they were an actual item, was still somewhat new. It was a weird mix of things that still was hard to understand. On one hand, it spooked her when he was openly affectionate like this, but the bigger side felt like it was natural. Settling into a place it always should have been, perhaps this aspect being the piece she felt somewhat missing in their friendship prior to this.

Harry wasn’t just her best friend anymore. He was her lover. The fucking father of her child! They were going to be around each other forever.

“Yeah.” She said tiredly, letting her face fall into his hand. “I’m a bit overwhelmed, honestly. Knew I needed to get out of the house but I forgot what a madhouse the store turns into on weekends.” A weak smile was pulled to the corner of her lips as his brows furrowed at her answer. Yes, it had been her idea to go. She had been holing up inside of the home and she needed to get some more fresh air and stimulation, but the grocery store was proving to be a bit much.

Pregnancy was a lot more strenuous than she had imagined and she knew it wouldn’t be a walk in the park. Mentally it had been taxing, worrying about her abilities to be a mother and also cultivating and nourishing this new relationship with Harry, she had been anxious for a while despite it all. She was hopeful, anyways, because there was no one else she would ever dream of having a baby with.

With all that was going on, Harry had been a saving grace. A shoulder to lean on and a confidant, now that the layers had been shed and she knew that her feelings for him were not at all one sided. He seemed to thrive, actually, by feeling needed. It was something that had initially shocked her because he used to run away or pull back in the face of commitment, but he was already talking about what they’d make a tradition for their baby's birthday, how they were going to do the holidays, if they’d request their families to come together or split their times… It was incredible but also a bit weird to see. He had slid into the role like he had been born for it.

He’d even suggested they attend birthing classes together. Picked up more parenting books than she had. Gave her the prenatal vitamins and changed all the coffee in the house to decaf, much to her dismay. He was excited and happy and it felt bad that at times she felt a bit like a grinch. To which he would remind her that she was the one growing a little baby inside of her and had her body changing. That it was his job to do the other preparations because she needed to focus on keeping herself and the baby healthy. He was infuriatingly understanding.

“M’sorry. I forgot a bit, I kind of space out in my own head.” He mumbled. “Do you want to leave? I can come back later and get some of the stuff.” See? How was he being so good?

“No, no. That’s ridiculous, we’re halfway through the list. I’m just adjusting, I think. Hyperaware.” She laughed. “Just need to get through it. We’re getting lunch after so I can unwind there. The Bluebird Cafe still okay with you?” She asked, letting his hand fall back to her arm.

“Anything that’s good with you. Y’know I’m not picky, babe.” He chuckled. “They’ve got the good sandwich and salad combinations. I’m not on the cleanse anymore.” She had forgotten about that. A juice cleanse was a little ridiculous to her but apparently he said it helped his gut. To her that meant his bowel movements must be incredibly unpleasant. “Let’s power through the other half of the shopping, I’ll stop home and run it up, and then we can go fill your hunger. All good.”

“Okay.” It wasn’t much to argue, instead letting him pull her in for a quick hug and a press of his lips on her head. She really didn’t know what she would do without him.

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“So.” Harry’s hands folded against one another. Their food order had been taken and Y/N was sat comfortably in the booth across from Harry, her feet tangled with his. He’d ordered for her, being all too aware of what she had been prattling on about in the car, along with a smoothie he just simply knew that she liked. It was little things like that that caught her off guard. How much had he always been paying attention to that she didn’t even realize?

“Yes?” She asked, amused as she ran her hand absentmindedly over the growing swell of her stomach. The habit was human nature and Harry expressed jealousy sometimes that he couldn’t always be stroking over their growing baby, but he wanted to remain somewhat normal. He was already so fastidious about everything else, something neither of them had anticipated in this whole journey, so he didn’t want to smother Y/N with his eagerness.

“How are we….” He leaned on the table on his elbows, hands clasped. “How do we tell the parents?” It was a loaded question considering they really did need to tell them, sooner rather than later. Neither knew Harry and Y/N were even together, let alone that he was fathering a rapidly growing child inside of Y/N’s tummy. They’d kept it quiet for Y/N’s sake and superstition, wanting to make sure she made it into a safer part of the growth to tell people. It had been Y/N’s idea to have a child, even if she had been a bit impulsive, but she was trying to keep this intimate piece just to themselves for as long as they could. What had started as something off the cuff had become even more important to her than she had anticipated- and that was saying a lot.

“I mean, they’re going to be thrilled.” Harry started again, seeing the little wrinkle between her brows that always formed when she thought too hard. “They’ve been rooting for us to get together since we met. I know the baby part is going to kind of… throw things off, but I know they’re going to be overjoyed to learn that we’re havin’ our little Sprout.” The fondness could be seen physically on his features, like he was floating when he spoke about them. Their little baby, the sprout he was keeping track of every week on an app on his phone. He had quite a few downloaded, actually, but one in particular had been purchased with the premium membership.

‘Might be useful after Sprout, too.’ He had simply shrugged when she asked why he bothered paying for the lifetime membership. It still set the butterflies in her stomach on flight whenever she thought of that little instance.

Her bashful smile was his response, brushing imaginary lint off her dress before daring to meet his eyes. Harry had been more confident about this whole thing even though she had been the one to say she wanted it, and it had been like they sort of switched places. His confidence was starting to be a bit infectious.

“I think we should tell them together.” She finally conceded. “I have no idea how, really. We can check pinterest or just tell them? I know it's the first grandchild for both of them so I want it to be special but I don’t want to overdo it. You know?” Y/N knew Harry would get exactly what she meant. “We can do ultrasound pictures in gift bags, or the tee shirts that say grandma on them? I’ve never done it before.” She peeped, flushing to herself. No shit, this was their first child. This would all be a learning curve for everyone involved.

“No, no. I understand, pretty.” He reached out to grab her fingers that had been fiddling with the edge of the paper napkin, ripping it up slightly. A nervous habit. Instead he spread her fingers out and curled his around hers, running his index finger down the middle of her palm. “I think the ultrasound frame would be the best option. A keepsake that they’ll both like. Maybe we can have them over for a spring dinner, do it then?” The calming touch had it’s intended effect, Harry’s sharp eyes watching as her shoulders relaxed slightly and she nodded at the idea. “Perfect. I don’t mind keeping it to just us for a bit but, you know how gossipy people are. They’re gonna start talking about us going to the appointments and shopping. Don’t want to get everything online.” Harry had been a big advocate for them going out to have the full experience. He wanted to help her choose a crib, a playpen, a baby monitor- all after scouring the safety ratings and reviews, obviously- He wanted to be the one who put together the crib, the one who helped build the nursery. He’d expressed how involved he wanted to be not only in the baby’s day to day, but her pregnancy. How could she say no? How could she not lean all the way into it when she saw just how incredibly happy it made him?

“I know. Everyone is nosy.” Her nose wrinkled in distaste. “It’s okay, though. I just want to make sure random people don’t come up and feel my stomach. Maybe get me a sign that says ‘ask before touching’ to put on me.” Her joke made him chuckle but it was a real concern of hers. Y/N liked to keep her physical touch to a minimal with strangers. Harry wouldn’t stand for her being uncomfortable. “It’s different around family, like if we go to family stuff, but a lot of strangers just go up to people and touch and it’s weird.” A fake shudder exaggerated her disgust.

“Yeah, m’not sure why that’s a thing, my love. I’ll work something out.” Knowing him, he may very well get her a sign to stick on her tummy, but she would see. “We’ve got the telling our parents squared away, so I suppose my next question is when would you like to go shopping?” The eagerness for that was not well hidden, if he was even trying to hide it. Y/N doubted it.

“Probably soon after we tell them? We can start looking online. You’ve already got the baby locks taken care of.” Her eyes rolled in her head, making him pout. That was still something that he took seriously! He’d seen too many horror stories. “When Sprout, y’know, Blooms, we are going to be overwhelmed and probably busy. I don’t want there to be an accident and we just forget to babyproof something because we have other stuff going on.” He paused, bringing her hand to his face to kiss the knuckles. “I want this to be as stress free for you as possible. Just want you to focus on growing our baby, taking care of yourself. So m’gonna try and take care of stuff in the background so there's no worry, or sudden panic for you.”

Harry truly managed to blow her mind every day. Little things like this, his pure thoughtfulness made her a bit speechless. How she’d managed to snag the best baby daddy of all time, she didn’t know, but it would be something she was always thankful for. There wasn’t enough time to thank him for it, their food approaching as she was trying to find the words, but she was quick to squeeze his hand back and snug their legs up a bit more as she brought the straw of her smoothie to her mouth.

Life had somehow stuck her with the best person to grow with.

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heartstopperthoughts · 7 months

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Any talented fanfiction writers in the Heartstopper fandom who want to write my Charlie Proposes First headcanon?

So, it takes place around the time that Charlie graduates uni (Nick graduated a year prior) and they’re moving into their first place together.

Tao has joined Charlie to help him do some moving-house shopping, and they pass by a jewelry store and Tao wants to stop to get Elle something for her birthday. Charlie sees a ring that it just so perfectly Nick. (At this point marriage is still kind of a far-off concept in Charlie’s mind. Like they’ve talked about getting married at some point but in a very abstract off-in-the-future kind of way.) He casually points out the ring to Tao who is like, “Haha, you guys have basically been married for years now, are you finally ready to tie the knot?” and Charlie kind of laughs it off, but then they go home, and Charlie cannot stop thinking about the ring. He doesn’t tell anyone, but he goes back to buy it and decides he’ll just save it for when he and Nick are both finally ready. But then just having the ring makes marriage feel more real, like he realizes he’s actually going to get married to Nick Nelson one day and he starts to kind of obsess over it and how he might propose. He wants it to be a grand gesture but he also wants to make it special and personal but not too cheesy and also not too public but not too boring either. In true Charlie Spring fashion, he gets himself all worked up over it, and to calm himself down, he starts to carry the ring around with him, just so he’s ready if the opportunity ever presents itself.

Anyways, flash forward a handful of months and Nick and Charlie are home for the holidays staying with Nick’s mom, and they’ve offered to do the Christmas dinner shopping. They’re walking through the store, just chatting, and Charlie can feel the ring in his pocket. He just stops and looks at Nick and all of the sudden realizes “I am so in love with this man, and I want to be married to him, like, yesterday.” And without even really thinking about it, Charlie blurts out “We should get married” and Nick thinks he means like someday eventually, so he just says “Yeah?” and turns around all smiley like nothing’s happening, and then he sees how nervous Charlie looks and he realizes Charlie is serious. Meanwhile alarms are going off in Charlie’s brain because he’s starting to realize like, “Oh shit, I think I’m proposing right now?!!!!” And he scrambles in his pocket for the ring and is like “Yeah!” and fumbles out this unplanned but incredibly heartfelt proposal. Nick is completely stunned and isn’t really saying anything, and Charlie’s brain starts to spiral like “Oh shit I’ve fucked it up! What am I doing proposing to him here?! Charlie Spring, you complete idiot! Of course you would pick the least romantic place in the entire world to ask the love of your life to marry you. As if he would say yes to you in a Tesco! You couldn’t have thought this through more?!” And then Nick starts to tear up and fishes around in his own pocket and pulls out… you guessed it, a ring! And they both start sobbing, and say yes to each other.

Turns out Nick had bought a ring back in the summer too and had wanted to propose but didn’t want to add stress to Charlie’s already full plate with graduation and starting a new job and moving into a new place, so he had decided to wait. He’d been trying to work up the nerve to take Charlie to the beach where they had their first date and propose there, but just wasn’t sure when it would be the right time, and he didn’t want to rush Charlie into anything if he wasn’t ready to be married just yet. And Charlie’s like, “Oh my God, I am so sorry I ruined your proposal! And I asked in a Tesco of all places. I’m an idiot!” And Nick hushes him and is like “You’re not. It was perfect. You’re perfect.”

And then they go to the beach anyways to celebrate their engagement.

#I know alice said she doesn’t know who proposes first #and most people seem to assume it would be Nick #but I’m here to say they are WRONG #It would 1000% be Charlie #in the most chaotic way possible #heartstopper #heartstopper netflix #heartstopper tv #heartstopper headcanons #nick and charlie #nick x charlie #narlie #nick nelson #charlie spring #osemanverse #alice oseman #kit connor #joe locke

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taevbears · 5 months

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To Be Loved - 03

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⤑ pairing: namjoon x reader (a bit of reader x jungkook) ⤑ genre: hybrid au, romance, hurt/comfort ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ word count: 6.3k ⤑ warnings: hybrids are seen as sub-human, brief descriptions of abuse throughout the chapter, a bit of angst, the boys are very guarded and kind of mean toward the reader, reader is stress lol ⤑ note: sorry for the delay in this chapter, it's been really hectic these past few weeks being sick and super busy. i'm curious what your thoughts are and what you guys think namjoon is! also, i hope you all have a safe and warm holiday full of delicious food!

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Dinner is served.

Laid out across the table is a small feast consisting of homegrown vegetables from their garden, hand-picked fruits of the season, grilled fish caught from a nearby river, roasted poultry and cooked eggs, and homemade brew that’s been aging in their cellar. Food that’s clearly been hunted and gathered from around the manor.

“You two are our guests,” Rap Monster says to you and Jungkook from the head of the table, sitting directly across from you. “Please feel free to help yourselves.”

He glances over at the wolf hybrid and gives him a tiny nod. The eldest among the pack picks up his utensils and begins to put food on his plate, and the others soon follow suit, reaching for whatever appeals to their appetites. Even Jungkook begins to pile up on the food he’s been eyeing since they’ve been set down before him, and then passes the dish to you, starving after everything you’ve both been through since you’ve ventured off the main roads.

“This is seriously so good!” Jungkook praises between bites. His eyebrows are furrowed together, as if he’s angry at how incredibly tasty everything is.

“You’re just hungry,” the leopard hybrid remarks, shoulders raising a bit as he puts some fish on his plate.

“Thank you for cooking,” you add softly, though you’re not really sure who to direct it to. Jimin had mentioned that someone named Seokjin and someone named Yoongi prepared tonight’s meal. The deer hybrid only stares at you with a frown, the leopard hybrid doesn’t even bother to make eye-contact with you, and the wolf hybrid merely nods his head without saying anything back.

The table is relatively quiet, but you can tell that it’s a level of silence they’re not used to. Although the pack of hybrids try not to make it too obvious, you can tell they’re all observing you closely.

It starts to make you feel self-conscious as you bite into an apple, not really tasting the food but going through the motions of it.

You hate attention. You’ve always had.

The pressure of everyone’s eyes on you, watching your every move, and judging your every word and action makes your skin crawl, constricts your breath, and knots your stomach. Whenever you’re forced into the spotlight – Kangdae dangling you around like a pretty thing to envy – you keep your gaze on the ground. Your voice starts to tremble. You hear people asking what’s wrong with you.

As your eyes burn on the plate, you realize that’s what’s happening now. The hybrids are making you as nervous as you’re probably making them.

Humans, after all, are the most dangerous threat to them.

“My name is Jimin.”

To your right, opposite of Jungkook, the swan hybrid speaks. He seems to sense your uneasiness and then gestures for the others to follow.

Next to him, the bear hybrid grunts, “Taehyung.”

“Seokjin,” says the wolf hybrid, gnawing on a bone.

“I’m Hoseok,” the deer hybrid pipes up from the other side of the table, across the wolf.

“Yoongi,” the leopard hybrid calls himself, sitting between Hoseok and Jungkook.

Across from you, at the other end of the table, the one you know as Rap Monster merely smiles. The dimples on his cheeks are deep as he looks at his pack fondly before his colorful eyes meet your gaze. “I don’t go by Rap Monster anymore, so you can call me by my real name. It’s Namjoon.”

Namjoon.

Finally, you have the name of the mysterious rapper.

You tell them your name, and Jungkook finishes the round of introductions with his. With one question answered, another one pops up. This time, from you. “How do you all know each other?”

The air shifts with a sudden tension, and you instantly regret the words leaving your mouth. It feels like you’ve come across a taboo topic. Information that, perhaps, none of them feel comfortable sharing with a human. You can see, by some of the emotions that cross their faces, that it hadn’t been easy for them to get here.

“The short story is that I took them all in,” Namjoon explains lightly. “Society isn’t exactly kind to creatures like us. Humans only see us as abominations. A lot of them can be unnecessarily cruel to the things they’re afraid of. To the things they don’t understand. I found them and I offered them a place in my home.”

“Which brings us to question,” Seokjin interrupts, his yellow eyes practically glowing when he looks at you, “what brought you into our territory?”

It’s a question they all seem to be wondering. Even before the car accident in the woods.

The words get stuck in your throat.

Taehyung crosses his arms. He looks broader when he does that. More intimidating. “We don’t allow humans to come anywhere near this place.”

“But she’s not like other humans!” Jungkook speaks up on your behalf, eyes wide as if that would help convince them of his plight. “She’s really nice, and she’s my friend.”

“Jungkook,” you start, your voice barely above a whisper. You want to stop him. To tell him that he doesn’t need to defend you. That you understand their hostility, and that you swear you’ll be gone as soon as the storm stops.

His ear twitches toward you, showing that he’s heard you, but he decides to ignore you.

“I was in bad shape when I met her, but she helped me. She treated my wounds after my owner nearly…” He shudders, unable to finish his sentence. Given the bruises and cuts on his face, and the welts and scars on his body, it’s not hard to imagine what could’ve happened. Or how far his owner would’ve gone to hurt him. “She fed me too. And bought me ice cream and banana milk.”

Seokjin snorts at that. For a brief second, Hoseok and Taehyung look a little amused by his last comment. Whereas Yoongi and Jimin visibly frown as they look more closely at Jungkook’s wounds. Namjoon’s eyes meet yours for a moment, and you feel your heart flutter before he turns to Jungkook and gives him a nod, encouraging him to go on.

“And she’s been trying to find a safe place to take me to,” he continues, turning to look at you. There’s gratitude in his eyes when he does. “We were trying to take a shortcut through the woods, but it was raining so hard and we could barely see where we were going. We’re both just trying to get away from our bad humans.”

By the silence that follows, you’re not entirely sure if they believe you’re a good person yet. That, despite Jungkook trying to defend your honor, there’s still a bit of skepticism over a human helping a hybrid out of the goodness from their heart. After everything they must have gone through by the hands of those who try to control them, you can’t blame them at all for feeling jaded.

“I believe it,” is all Namjoon says. His gaze is fixed on you now, and again, you start to feel nervous at the attention. But… not in an entirely unwanted way. “You were kind to me once before, too.”

For years, the old manor has been something straight out of a storybook. A beautiful, old home, stuck in time, untouched by humans. Deep in the woods and hard to find unless you know your way to it. Forgotten, but with a timeless and enchanting charm.

It begins with Namjoon, who discovers it. And then Yoongi, who helps him rebuild and restore it. Then, they find Hoseok, and for a while, it’s just the three of them. But that all changes when they meet Jimin and Taehyung and take them in at the same time. And finally, Seokjin joins their pack.

One by one, the hybrids have contributed and worked together to make this abandoned place their own. You see the way they protect each other, how they take care of each other. Humans haven’t stepped near their secret haven for years, and yet, here you are – an intruding threat to their sanctuary. A walking reminder of what they’ve run away from.

Yoongi, captured and thrown into a cage, about to be sent overseas in cargo to be auctioned off had he not managed to escape from his captives.

Hoseok, left for dead by the hands of hunters, antlers forcibly cut by the time Namjoon and Yoongi find him barely breathing.

Jimin and Taehyung running away from a shelter that was abusing the hybrids, starving them out, depriving them of basic essentials, and throwing them into tiny, cramped spaces before they’re next in line to be euthanized.

And Seokjin, forced to become a lone wolf after violently losing his home, family, and everything he knows to the greed of humans until he finally found the others.

“If you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask,” Namjoon assures you, clearing the plates away from dinner to wash. “I want you to feel comfortable while you’re here.”

“I appreciate it, Namjoon. Thank you,” you tell him sincerely. He grins at you, practically beaming as his name rolls off your tongue. You can’t help but smile back at him, although shyly.

It’s strange how flustered you feel around him.

“Can we look around?” Jungkook asks, coming up between you and Namjoon. He looks at him curiously as the two of you finally look away from each other.

“Of course. Jimin? Mind showing them around?” Namjoon asks the swan hybrid, who just finishes up wiping down the table.

He looks a bit surprised, but nods his head. “Oh. Sure. Let me finish this up and I’ll be right with you guys.”

“I’ll go with you guys,” Taehyung offers, glancing at you for a brief moment before he finishes up sweeping.

“What about you?” you ask. Not that you don’t mind Jimin. He’s been nice to you. Taehyung as well, though out of obligation.

You were just hoping to spend more time with Namjoon.

“I’ll catch up with you later,” he promises as he looks at the other hybrids, all pretending they aren’t listening to the conversation. “I need to make sure no one else followed you here.”

As requested, Jimin and Taehyung show you and Jungkook around the manor.

The east wing is where you’ll be staying. The room that you woke up in is yours, and Jungkook has his own room near you. Dinner is at the same time every evening, and it is expected that the two of you will join the rest of the pack. There are many rooms that make this place feel like a modern castle: a ballroom with a grand piano, a lounge room with board games, puzzles, a pool table, and old gaming consoles, a conservatory with curtainless windows, table tennis, a seating area, and a greenhouse.

You can see that Jungkook is fascinated with the manor as much as you are. Maybe even more so. His eyes practically sparkle with excitement when he sees a familiar game that he played as a child, or that cheeky smile on his face when he asks if you can dance or play any instruments in the ballroom. You see Jimin and Taehyung eager to show him the cool stuff around the manor too, and you suspect that at one point, they’ve forgotten you’re on this tour as well.

Still, it’s so nice to see Jungkook smiling and laughing. Despite everything he’s been through, there’s still an endearing, childlike innocence to him. A shy, friendly aura that makes him so approachable and well-liked.

You can see him being very happy here. Even if you’re not in the picture.

“What’s over there?” Jungkook asks, curious as he nods toward the west wing.

“Oh, that place is off-limits,” Taehyung explains without giving it a second glance. “No one is allowed to go there.”

You’re a bit surprised by that. The west wing looks completely normal from where you stand. “Why not?”

“It just is,” Taehyung cuts in a little harshly as he glares at you. Your mouth immediately snaps shut, a bit hurt and taken aback by the outburst.

“You’re free to go anywhere else in the manor,” Jimin adds, trying to drop the topic. His voice is gentler as he shoots his companion a warning glance. “Just not the west wing. Understand?”

You merely nod your head, not trusting your voice at this point.

While the hybrids like Jungkook, it’s clear that they don’t feel the same about you. And you’re not certain they ever will.

As the tour continues, you can’t help but notice the other hybrids’ reactions when you come within their personal spaces in the manor. Yoongi stares at you from the high wooden beams on the ceiling. His spotted tail slowly swishes back and forth in distrust as his glaring, feline eyes never leave yours. Hoseok hides from you whenever he hears you approaching. He’s so scared, he’s trembling as you catch his wide-eyed, petrified gaze, and the guilt of almost hurting him weighs more heavily on you. Seokjin covers his mouth to hold back a low growl when you come near his room. His body is tense and his lips are curled back into a snarl. Even Taehyung is only accompanying you to make sure that Jimin is safe. That you won’t harm his dear friend.

Rain continues to heavily pour outside. You wish that the storm would die down already. Clearly, you’re not welcomed here.

A hand touches the small of your back, and you raise your head to see Jungkook giving you a tiny, comforting smile. Just like at the motel stop with the scary men, he subtly assures you that he has your back.

You give him a wry smile back, squeezing his arm in appreciation. It’s a silent exchange that doesn’t go unnoticed by the other two hybrids with you.

“This is our last stop,” Jimin announces as he and Taehyung open the double-doors. Your eyes widen in awe at the sight before you.

A library.

There are two levels, and both have standing shelves full of books. Art pieces that look like they belong in museums decorate the room as well, from busts of philosophers to exquisite paintings hung on the walls. In the center is a large couch that looks cozy enough to sink into, curled up with a good book. It’s a place much bigger and prettier than the tiny book nook in your town.

“Wow…” You step inside, mood instantly lifting as you marvel at the sight before you. You could spend months here, just trying to read through the massive collection. “This is amazing!”

Jungkook looks surprised. “You think so?”

“Is it okay if I look around?”

Jimin and Taehyung exchange looks with each other, but they nod their heads. You disappear into the nearest aisle, browsing around. Your fingers run across the spines of books and their printed titles before landing on the ones that catch your interest. Things that were in your to-read list, things that you’ve just discovered now, things that you fondly remember reading before.

To the two residential hybrids, it’s probably one of the more boring parts of the manor, yet you’re absolutely enthralled by the room.

“Are there any comics?” Jungkook shyly asks, and Taehyung’s eyes brighten a bit as he takes his wrist and shows him where they are. The two leave Jimin alone as he watches you with curiosity.

“That’s funny,” he says to himself before he follows after the other hybrids. “This is his favorite room too.”

Sleep doesn’t come easy for you. Not tonight, at least.

After everything you’ve been through – running away from Kangdae, being on the road for days, looking for the perfect home for Jungkook, being careful to cover your tracks and not get caught, and finally ending up here – you’d think you would’ve been knocked out by now, exhausted from everything.

But as you turn to face the window, the relentless storm outside seems to reflect the turmoil you feel.

The storm won’t last forever. You’ll probably be here for two or three nights. Maybe a week at most. Then, as soon as the rainy days clear up, you’ll be out of here.

But Jungkook should stay.

As you toured around the manor with Jimin and Taehyung, it’s so clear to you that this place could be exactly what you two were hoping to find for him. A place to call home.

The hybrids provide for each other. They take care of each other. And they’ve clearly taken a liking to Jungkook. He’ll have his meals, a warm bed in his own room, plenty of fun things to do, friends to talk to. He’ll be happy here with them.

You turn to face the ceiling, already dreading the inevitable conversation you’ll have to have with him. He’s become your friend, and someone you care a lot about. You just hope he won’t be so stubborn and make it harder for you to let him go.

Especially since the other hybrids don’t like you as much. Or rather, at all. In fact, you’re pretty sure they’re eager for the storm to pass as much as you are so that you can leave their secret haven.

The mean looks some of them give you. The way they snarl and hiss and tremble at your presence. It feels like there isn’t anything you can do about it. Even if Namjoon allows you to stay, even if Jungkook is there to vouch for you, they’ll just hate you no matter what, simply because you’re human.

You sigh. You can’t force them to like you, of course, and you don’t blame them for being weary of you. But the bigger problem seems to be how you’re going to get out of the woods without a car. With your face all over the news. With Kangdae’s family exhausting all their efforts to look for you.

And as you roll to face the door, you think about Namjoon.

He’s as much of a mystery to you now as he was back then. He has a charisma that commands the room, that makes it obvious that he’s the leader of the pack. That alone has all the hybrids respect him and look up to him. And to top it off, he’s also so kind for letting you and Jungkook in, for making you both feel comfortable in his home.

You can’t remember the last time Kangdae treated you as nicely. He was always so selfish and cruel, and you feel foolish to think that’s what love was.

When in reality, ever since you finally left him, you realize you know nothing about love at all. You thought, if you stayed with him long enough, you could learn to love him. That you could learn how to be loved back.

But the pitiful ache in your heart only makes you realize that, at least with Kangdae, there was never any love at all.

And yet, Namjoon…

With a finality, you throw the covers off of you. Since you can’t sleep, you decide to do something else to force your thoughts away.

You try your best to avoid the creaks on the floor as you quietly sneak out of the room. The halls of the east wing are dark, but luckily, you aren’t met with any grumpy hybrids just yet. As quietly as possible, you shut the door to your room and try to navigate through the shadowy hall, trying to remember where exactly the library is located in the huge manor.

However, your endeavor is halted when you hear voices at the end of the hall.

“You could be a little nicer to her,” Jimin begins, standing near a window where the moonlight illuminates his face. The tone in his voice sounds like he’s disappointed.

Standing before him is no one other than Taehyung. “She’s human.”

“She could be—” Jimin starts, but lowers his voice. You barely hear him as he tells Taehyung, “I think she’s it.”

His eyes widen a little, seeming to know exactly what he’s talking about.

“You think she’s—” An abrupt silence follows when they sense they’re not alone. Both of them turn to you. Even in the darkness, you think they can still see you. Then, Taehyung confirms they can when he asks, “Little human, where do you think you’re going?”

“I can’t sleep,” you reply honestly. On cue, the rumble of thunder ominously rolls in, sounding like the roar of a beast. You’re vaguely reminded of the sound that spooked Jungkook right before the accident, and you wonder if whatever it was is still out there.

“Are you afraid of the storm?” Jimin asks with a tilt of his head.

“It’s not that.” You don’t mind the rain or the sound of thunder, especially if you can stay safe and cozy indoors, sheltered from the bad weather. Under other circumstances, you might even enjoy the ambiance it brings in the background of a good book. “I think I just want to read something before I go to bed.”

“Are you afraid of us?” Taehyung suddenly asks you. His eyes glowering as he waits for your response.

But you look confused. “What do you mean?”

“Do you think we’re monsters?”

“Taehyung,” Jimin warns with a frown. He turns back to you, opening his mouth as if he’s about to tell you to just forget about his friend’s question.

“You’re not monsters,” you tell him seriously, without hesitation, without looking away. Your answer surprises not just the two hybrids before you, but also the ones in the shadows, listening in. “None of you are.”

You love books.

From the stories that your parents would read you to sleep, to the short stories full of childlike adventure and wonder, and later opening up to genres of drama, horror, fantasy, and romance. Even now, you love immersing yourself in the worlds of writers, escaping and overcoming trails that aren’t your own, and imagining yourself as the main character with every page you turn. It’s something that you can’t get enough of.

You love the weight of a book in your hand, the smooth texture of paper beneath your fingertips, and the earthy, musty smell of aged and worn pages that’ve been sitting on their shelves. You love being so captured by a story, you forget everything else around you, hung to every inked word across the page until the final conclusion.

Entering the library for the first time, surrounded by one of your favorite things, brings you a comfort that you haven’t felt in a long time.

Kangdae never understood your fascination with books. He couldn’t relate to that interest at all, finding it boring and a waste of time. It got harder to indulge in reading when you were with him. There were always chores to do after a long day at work that he never bothered to help with, or spontaneous trips and outings that he’d drag you to just so he can ignore you for his friends and other pretty women throughout the night. Even the books you do own, Kangdae never respected them – he never did with any of your belongings – throwing them when he was mad until the pages were bent and torn from the bindings, or using them as coasters or to spill his drinks on.

Finding yourself in a place like this brings you back to a time before you ever met Kangdae. Where no one really knew you, and you could quietly indulge yourself in the stories you’ve always loved.

Of all the books in the library, one of them catches your eye.

It’s your favorite one. The one about a far-off place with daring sword fights and a prince in disguise.

Your eyes widen in disbelief as you hold the book in your hands, flipping through the pages. It’s been well-kept, as have all the other books here. Unlike the copy you had at your home, ruined beyond repair. As you skim through the pages, the story immediately jumps out at you. The descriptions make it easy to imagine, and the flow of words make it hard to put the book down.

Even though you’ve read this story countless times, it never gets old. Because within the pages, entwined with all the action, adventure, and drama, is a love story.

To be loved and to be loved in return.

You’ve always wished for something like that for yourself.

All you’ve ever known about love is from Kangdae. The misery, the arguments, the fear, the anger. You think that’s just the reality of what love is supposed to be. But at least in this story, love seems nice. Even if it’s only fiction.

“That’s a good one.”

You’re startled when Namjoon appears beside you, looking at the book that you have in your hands. He looks wet, as if he’s been outside. Water drips from his soaked clothes, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it at all.

You smile at him sheepishly and admit, “It’s actually my favorite.”

He returns your smile. Those deep dimples pop up on his cheeks as he offers, “If you want it, it’s yours.”

“Oh! Thank you, I appreciate it, but I really can’t,” you decline, although very touched and almost tempted by the gift. “I don’t know how I can repay you for letting us stay here until the storm passes.”

“You don’t need to repay me anything,” he assures you sincerely. Perhaps to him, he’s just returning the favor you did for him years ago.

“I should at least give you money or something.” You don’t have much on you, though. Just whatever is left of what you’ve been secretly saving up.

Namjoon seems to consider it, but then, almost a bit shyly, he asks, “What about a date instead?”

You’re not entirely sure what Namjoon is thinking when he asks you on a date.

It’s still raining outside. Thunder, lightning, strong winds, and all. Even if you could leave the old manor, there isn’t anywhere to go. You’re surrounded by a thick forest in the middle of nowhere.

Still, Namjoon has you close your eyes.

His big, strong, and incredibly warm hands take yours in his, as he guides you to wherever he plans to take you. He smells like rain, and his clothes are still slightly damp from patrolling outside.

Your footsteps echo together in the quiet manor as he leads you out of the library. You can feel his gaze on your face, making sure you don’t ruin his surprise, and taking in all your features up close. And you bite back a giggle when you hear him bump into things every now and then before quickly assuring you that he’s okay and reminding you not to open your eyes yet.

“Watch your step,” he warns as he takes you somewhere colder. You clumsily stumble over the step anyway, nearly falling if it isn’t for his hands steadying you.

“Namjoon, where—?”

“Okay,” he says with a baited breath. “Open your eyes.”

Connected to the curtainless sunroom with the tennis table and the comfortable seating area is a greenhouse. You noticed it when Jimin and Taehyung showed you around earlier, but you didn’t have a chance to look inside. Namjoon smiles eagerly as he shows you his private, indoor garden: the bonsai trees that are starting to bloom with flowers, monstera plants standing tall with giant leaves, and bundles of flowers like roses, snapdragons, and lilies.

“Wow, Namjoon,” you say in awe, looking around. It feels like walking into the library for the first time, marveling at the magic the room brings. “These are beautiful.”

“I grew them myself,” Namjoon proudly states, rubbing his neck shyly. “They’re nothing compared to Hoseok and Jimin’s garden, but I thought I should still show you this place. I like coming here when I have a lot on my mind.”

“I can see why,” you remark. It’s nice here. All the flowers and plants look like they’re well-taken care of, healthy and thriving despite the ominous weather conditions. You come across a flower that you’ve never seen before. It looks like a cross between a lily and a rose, iridescent in color but with a thing of blue and purple. Their leaves and stems shine green like emeralds. “What are these?”

“Pretty, right? I call them smeraldo flowers,” he explains. His eyes light up with the way you admire them. “In the language of flowers, they mean non potevo dire la verità – the truth that couldn’t be told.”

“I’ve never seen anything like them.” You carefully touch the soft, delicate petal of the flower. They almost look like they’re made of magic.

“They’re beautiful like you.”

You look up at Namjoon just then, a bit surprised by the compliment. He seems a bit embarrassed, trying to hide his face as if he hadn’t meant to say those words out loud.

You’ve been called beautiful before. Sometimes, you think your natural beauty is all that Kangdae sees in you. It’s the only reason he ever tried to pursue you. But hearing it from Namjoon, who seems sincere with his words and intentions, it feels different.

It feels nice.

“I don’t know about that. These are very beautiful flowers,” you reply with a shy smile. “But thank you, Namjoon. You’re really kind.”

“I know the other guys are having a… difficult time adjusting to you. We haven’t had a guest here in a long time, especially a human one,” Namjoon tries to justify on their behalf. “They’re not bad, though. None of us are. So, you don’t need to be afraid while you’re here. But if you ever feel lost or scared, you can always come here. This place, these flowers, they bring me comfort. I hope they do the same for you.”

“Thanks Namjoon,” you repeat with a small smile. He really is so kind to you. “And I get it. Don’t worry. I don’t know what any of them have been through, but I don’t blame them for being cautious of me.”

Although you haven’t had many encounters with hybrids before, you know of the mistreatment they’ve endured from humans. How they’re treated like outcasts, and are constantly on the threat of being enslaved as laborers, entertainers, or pets. You see them protesting for their rights, and how laws constantly change to their disadvantage.

But if you’ve learned anything while being with Jungkook, it’s that he isn’t too different from you. He likes to sing and dance to music while you’re driving, he snores in his sleep, he loves the taste of banana milk and ice cream.

It hurts a little, but you understand why they’re weary of you. Why the hybrids aren’t able to easily trust you the way they can trust Jungkook, even though he’s just as much of a stranger to them as you are.

“You really are different from other humans,” Namjoon states with intrigue. The look in his colorful eyes is full of warmth and sincerity.

“I don’t think I’m doing anything different than what any decent person would do.”

“It’s because not a lot of humans treat us like decent people,” Namjoon explains again with a sad smile. “You know, you humans are so fascinating to me. You build grand cities with tall skyscrapers, you create beautiful art pieces that evoke feelings and different interpretations to your work, you write countless moving stories of wisdom, fantasy, and poetry. I wanted to be a rapper because I felt like I needed my voice to be heard in this world. All the anger I felt about being born a hybrid, all the sadness and loneliness I felt from being shunned away, all the fear of never being able to be heard or accepted. I went to the underground to prove that I can be as good as the humans are. That my voice is just as worthy to be heard as theirs.”

“It is worthy,” you tell him firmly. “I still remember the night I saw you perform so clearly. You were the best one out of all of them. Even better than some professional rappers in the industry these days.”

He looks away bashfully, but quietly replies, “Thank you. I’m glad you think so.”

“After the incident,” you start, both of you recalling that night when people discovered that he was a hybrid, “I was hoping that I’d see you again.”

“I had hoped to see you too.”

The confession is soft, but you still hear it over the sound of rain and thunder. In the greenhouse, standing in the garden where loneliness is in full bloom, you feel something stir inside you. Something warm. Something real.

You can’t place your finger on why. But you start to think about the meaning of love.

And you have to wonder, has Namjoon been thinking about you this whole time? Does he remember that night he met you as clearly as you do? Is that why he’s so welcoming to bring you into his home? Is that why he’s been so kind to you?

“Namjoon?”

“Yes?”

His eyes are so mesmerizing, you don’t realize the rain has stopped. That the roars of thunder and flashes of lightning have suddenly died down. That all you can hear is your own heartbeat in your chest as you look up at the handsome man before you.

“What kind of hybrid are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

For the other hybrids, it’s obvious what they are: Seokjin is a wolf, Yoongi is a leopard, Hoseok is a deer, Jimin is a swan, Taehyung is a bear, and Jungkook is a bunny. But Namjoon, who mostly looks human, you have a hard time figuring out what he could be.

“I’m a beast. A miserable, ugly beast.”

Your brows furrow slightly. “I don’t think you’re—”

“But I am,” he interrupts with a frown. He looks at you seriously. “Trust me. You don’t want to see me in that form. You’ll be scared.”

You want to disagree. But you can tell that he doesn’t want to talk about the side of himself that he seems to hate so much, so you drop it. “Sorry for bringing it up.”

“No, it’s okay. I knew you’d be curious.” He sighs and rubs his neck again, seeming a bit torn with himself. A clash of thunder sounds from the distance, as if the storm is about to pick up again. As if the anger and sadness in the skies reflect Namjoon himself. “It’s just… if I had it my way, you’d never have to see it. You’ll always remember me the way that you see me now.”

You nod your head in understanding. Perhaps that’s why you’re also forbidden to go into the west wing. Maybe the truth of what kind of beast he is lies in that area.

Your gaze turns back to the smeraldo flowers. Under the moonlight, they almost look like they’re glowing with an ethereal and tragic beauty Flowers that mean an untold truth. Somehow, that makes you feel a little sad.

“Whether you’re a beast or a human, you’re not a monster, Namjoon.”

He smiles at you sadly. “I wish I could believe that. But thank you.”

The spontaneous “date” comes to an end, and like a gentleman, Namjoon walks you up to the east wing and stops in front of your bedroom.

Before you go inside, you turn to face him. “I had a nice time, Namjoon.”

You mean it, too. Quiet nights in, looking at beautiful flowers in the garden, sharing book recommendations in the library. It’s the perfect night for you.

“You don’t have to go after the storm ends,” Namjoon suddenly tells you. “You can stay here if you want. Both you and Jungkook.”

“I don’t know, Namjoon. Your pack—”

“I’ll talk to them. I’m sure they’ll come around to the idea,” he starts, looking like he wants to add more to it. Because, for some reason, you’re very special to him.

“It’s not just that.”

He’s already done so much for you already. There’s no way you’ll be able to repay him.

“How about we make a deal?”

You pause, looking at him with hesitance. “What kind of deal?”

“I don’t want your money, or do anything that you won’t feel comfortable with,” he quickly assures you. “The woods are dangerous, and the storm isn’t going to stop anytime soon. At least here, you’ll be safe. You’ll have your own room, you can have dinner with us, you’re free to wander the east wing and use the common rooms. All I ask is that you go on another date with me tomorrow night. And the night after, if you still decide to stay.”

You think about it. It seems like the best option for now.

You’ll still be hidden from Kangdae and the people looking for you. You’ll be safe from the wolves and other predators lurking in the deep, dark woods. You won’t have to say goodbye to Jungkook so soon, and you can spend another night like this with Namjoon.

“Why would you want me to stay when I’m human?” you ask him.

“Humans are fascinating. You’re fascinating,” Namjoon admits with a shy smile. “I just want to get to know you more.”

“I don’t think I’m that interesting of a human.” You can’t build skyscrapers, you can’t create masterpieces, and you can’t write stories the way your favorite authors do. “You’ll be disappointed.”

“I won’t. Because you’re you.” He seems so sure of that.

You smile a little at that.

“I’ll consider it,” you decide, heart fluttering as you half-joke, “I feel like you’re trying to make me fall in love with you.”

“You won’t,” Namjoon softly says, also just as sure. The way he looks at you makes your heart ache. “Why would someone as beautiful as you ever love a beast like me?”

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dinsdjrn · 2 months

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mutual aid request

Hey y’all. I have been sort of touching on this recently as I have been struggling INCREDIBLY with my debt load and managing veterinary school at the same time.

Basically, long story short. I can’t make any of my bills this month and have to pay $2500 to my bank to ensure they don’t close my account due to my parents releasing themselves from my loan and no longer supporting me. I am also struggling now as my partner who has been helping supporting me for the past 6-7 months is no longer able to support me due to his own financial shortcomings.

This is extremely stressful as i am now truly on my own with no support system financially. I am risking my home, maybe having to sell my car all while trying to keep my dog and self fed and housed.

I know it is a lot to ask but i am requesting mutual aid from this community as well as my own so that i do not end up in crushing debt and can keep myself supported. i’m happy to share more details privately but if you would consider buying me a kofi it would be greatly appreciated. dealing with this instability since the holidays has played a huge role in my hiatus trying to find odd jobs that fit with my vet school schedule.

i worry without support i may have to bail before entering my final year of my degree so that i can move home and work or sell my car and belongings and couch hop for the foreseeable future.

anything helps ❤️ as always with love

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 months

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Not a Bad Holiday Season

Hey! I hope you had a great holiday season! I was wondering if you could write something sweet about Virgil and Logan after the secret Santa episode. No pressure ofc, Thank you you’re the best <3 – lapassemirrior

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Pairings: none

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1225

“No, but that doesn’t work within the context of the other clues…”

Virgil smiles as he ambles down the hallway, listening to the soft mutterings on the other side of Logan’s door. From the sounds of it, Logan’s hardly stopped to breathe since he figured out that the newspaper wasn’t just a newspaper. He hesitates for a moment, just a moment, before knocking on the door.

“Come in?”

“Hey,” he says as he steps through, “wanted to check if you—whoa.”

He thinks he can be forgiven for truly coming to a dead stop when he sees the fucking conspiracy board Logan’s got where his whiteboard usually is. The original newspaper is still on his desk, the eye in the hurricane of notebooks, pens, and paper strewn about, but he’s made copies of certain parts and pinned them to a corkboard. Fucking hell, he’s even got bits of red string connecting picture to picture—if he didn’t know any better, he’d ask if Logan were working with Roman or Remus on some film noir idea.

“Virgil?”

He snaps himself out of it. “Sorry, I, uh, I guess I’m glad you’re having fun?”

Logan’s face splits into an almost manic grin—shit, maybe he really has been spending too much time with Remus. “This is incredible, Virgil, I can’t properly express my gratitude until I’ve completed your puzzle. I have to ask: did you do all of this truly by yourself?”

Virgil scratches the back of his head. “Eh. I may have gotten Princey to help with some of it.”

Logan frowns. “Roman?”

“Well, yeah, he is Creativity too. And he’s—okay, I’m not gonna spoil it ‘cause it’s his idea, but he has this thing he’s doing right now that’s gonna be really, really cool when he gets around to showing it off, so—“

He trails off when he sees Logan still frowning at his desk. He takes a step closer, nudging him with an elbow.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It really is nothing,” he says, “I suppose I’m surprised that Roman would be willing to…help you with such a thing.”

Virgil frowns. The irritation that Logan had expressed when he’d first looked at the newspaper, the almost resignation he’d had when he’d immediately moved on, it’s starting to show in his face right now.

“L,” he says, trying to get his attention, “why is it surprising?”

“Well,” Logan huffs, adjusting his tie, “you know.”

”I don’t. Can you tell me?”

“It’s Roman.”

“Yeah. Creativity. Making things. Doing stuff for us.”

“For you,” Logan corrects, still not meeting his gaze, “not necessarily for me.”

That’s funny. As Virgil remembers it, Roman had been hesitant to help him at all until he’d told him it was for Logan. Then he was practically climbing all over him to help out.

“But perhaps in the spirit of the holiday, then—“

“Logan.”

Logan stops. He takes off his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. Virgil lets him, waiting until he’s put his glasses back on and sat down. He leans against the edge of the desk and waits.

”That was unfair of me to say,” he mumbles, “wasn’t it?”

“Maybe a bit.”

“I…didn’t mean it to be spiteful.”

“You sure?”

“…maybe slightly.”

Virgil chuckles, rubbing his shoulder. “It’s okay. I know you and Princey have your moments.”

“But I have those with everyone,” Logan continues, staring off into space, “even—even with you. When I didn’t realize what your gift was at first, I…”

“Hey,” Virgil murmurs when Logan’s breath hitches just a bit too much for his liking, “you’re okay. It’s—look, the holidays are a stressful time for everyone, it’s not fair of me to hold it against you.”

“Thank you.”

“And, uh, I think any ARG that loudly screams hey, look at me, I’m a big fucking puzzle kinda fails at being an entertaining ARG—“ Logan snorts— “so I don’t blame you for taking a second to get it either.”

Logan hums, leaning against Virgil’s side. His glasses squish slightly into his ribs and he turns to fix it. “You’re right.”

“And hey, you really look like you’re enjoying it.” He gestures to the board. “You got your red string out and everything.”

“Well, I realized that I could take notes on my computer or in the notebook, but…” He can hear the moment the smile curls up his face. “I decided I might as well have fun with it.”

“That’s the whole point.”

“Thank you,” he says, softer now, turning to look up at him, “I really do like the present.”

Virgil chuckles. “I got that. Glad you’re having fun. What part are you at?”

“Part?”

“How much of it have you solved already?”

“I’ve just gotten to the QR code you managed to hide inside the picture—how did you do that, by the way? No, no—“ Logan holds up a hand as Virgil starts to explain— “don’t tell me just yet, I’ll make a list to ask you once I’ve finished everything.”

Virgil just grins and holds up his hands, stepping back as he watches Logan get up and start working on something again. He wanders over to the board after a moment, looking at all the pieces. Shit, he knew Logan would be good at this, but Janus would pop up if he said he’s a little disappointed that some of the puzzles didn’t take him longer.

Though, he notices with a grin, it doesn’t look like Logan’s cracked the big one yet. That’ll be something to look forward too.

“But enough about that,” Logan says, “did you come here for anything specific?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Pat and Princey are making a fucking feast for dinner and they’ve asked the rest of us to put together a movie marathon. If you, uh, if you’re willing to step away for a sec?”

“Certainly. Give me one moment…” Logan scribbles something else down on the piece of paper and pins it to the board—damnit, he got that one too, he really is good at this, maybe he should’ve made it harder— “there. Alright, what is everyone thinking? There are a few generic thrillers that have come out recently, Remus was talking about a disaster movie—“

“Wait, they made another one?”

Logan rolls his eyes as they head out to the hall. “It’s quite a profitable genre, despite the rampant suspension of disbelief that’s necessary for full immersion, so yes, I’m sure they did.”

“I don’t know about you, but I think not having to think too much sounds like a good thing.”

Logan chuckles. “Yes, well, you’ve been kind enough to give me quite the puzzle to keep me entertained for a while.”

“I really am glad you like it, L.”

“May I be honest?” Virgil nods and Logan glances around, leaning a bit closer. “Even if it had just been a newspaper, I still would have appreciated it as it came from you.”

Well. Shit. Now he’s blushing. And Logan’s looking at him like that and yep, they’re going to find the others right now.

All in all, not such a bad holiday season.

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look-at-the-soul · 1 year

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The secret celebration

Cillian Murphy x reader

Happiest of birthdays my dear Liv @gypsy-girl-08 🥰🎁🎂 I hope you had a fantastic day and you keep celebrating all weekend! I started working on this little bday treat since the end of November, made with all my love to celebrate you on your special day xx

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“Are you finally telling me where are we going?” You scoffed sitting on the bench in front of your bed to put on your high heels. He only asked you to wear a particular dress that drove him wild.

Cillian just stepped out from the shower, fresh aftershave and lotion and your mouth went dry.

“Are you finally stopping with the complains?” He half joked, feeling nervous, wishing every single part of his plan worked out.

“We could’ve just cooked here something…” You pressed while walking towards him as Cillian started buttoning his blue shirt.

“Ah no, no, no… I know what you’re doing Y/N.”

You gave him your best innocent look. “What?”

“Every single time you start bitting your lips like that, we end up having sex, and I worked really hard for-” but he stopped himself mid sentence, his plans almost ruined. “See? You get me all worked up…”

“Me? But I didn’t do anything.” You wanted to laugh really loud, he was so easy.

He arched his eyebrows, his full lips pursed in a tight line. While his eyes wandered down your body.

Fuck, you looked fabulous and if it wasn’t because he worked so hard in every single detail, he’d bend you down the dresser and fuck you until you couldn’t walk.

“At least you could give me a hint?”

“Nope, let’s go… it was hard to get a reservation and I don’t wanna loose it birthday girl.”

“But what about my birthday treat?” He looked at your cute pout for a few seconds, feeling lost in those lips.

His hand sneaked around your body, landing directly on your bum, to bring you closer. “You can get plenty of that later tonight.” He promised stealing one quick peck, trying not to ruin your make up.

The whole trip was the same, the endless questions about why was he so mysterious. Your hand on his thigh, dangerously close to heaven, a kiss on his neck… you were the master when it came tactics to distract him, but he was determined, he wasn’t going to tell you any of his plans.

“Now, I need you to wear this.” He waved a black scarf in front of you, after stopping midway.

This couldn’t be his final destination, he parked close to the beach.

“Please.” He requested giving you those eyes that made you forget your own name.

“No, Cill…” of course you trusted him, but it was so stressful not knowing what to expect, what his next move was.

“It’ll be fun, I promise.” He winked and didn’t give you more time to protest.

The rest of the car trip, you lost track of time and space… was he driving in circles? Going to the family holiday house? You couldn’t tell. The soft music coming from the speakers of his favorites pieces of jazz, the soft humming of his deep voice, he could practically do anything he wanted with you.

“And, we’ve arrived.” He announced proudly, surprising you, stealing a kiss.

When he took the scarf from your eyes, you blinked a couple of times, not recognizing the destination.

“I’m stealing my fiancée for the weekend.” Cillian announced, eyes sparkling.

Looking at the incredible place before you, it made you think of a dream; big trees around, fairy lights decorating it even though it wasn’t Christmas, but it surely added a magic touch, a rustic cabin, cottage-like looking. As you stepped out of the car, you could hear a waterfall close… ugh and the smell, pure fresh air.

You were lost of words, didn’t notice when Cillian walked around the car until his arm wrapped around your waist.

“We’ve got everything we need here, there’s a couple of restaurants with international food, a spa, pool, a café… oh, right the phone signal is kind of bad.”

Turning your entire body to him, your smile simply didn’t fit your face, you needed more room for a bigger smile, if that was even possible.

He asked the staff to put a bottle of your favorite wine and dessert in the room, they even offered flowers and another birthday treats, the chef would prepare your favorite childhood dessert. He wanted to make this day extra special for you, a day you could remember forever.

“Are you really locking me here?”

His laugh vibrated through his chest, against your cheek as you hugged him.

“I hope that’s a good thing and not a torture.” He joked, pushing you gently.

After confirming the reservation, the bags you didn’t know he packed for the weekend were taken to your room, he explained how his sister found the place and suggested it would be nice to celebrate in private, just the two of you, before the crazy press schedule he had booked for the release of the Oppenheimer movie.

“I like it when you torture me.” You teased pulling gently at his curls, now that he had grown them back, you didn’t want them to ever be gone again, his toned beefy body was back as well, and to think you’d have him all for you during the entire weekend… your mouth watered.

“Y/N, behave.” He slapped your bum slightly, taking advantage that no one was around. “What will people think? Poor man, that woman is insatiable.”

That was one of your favorite things of your relationship with him, the constant teasing, how you both matched the other filthy attitude. It was like an inside joke just for the two of you.

Walking towards the restaurant, you were met by another breathtaking view, in front of the terrace there was a huge fountain with ‘dancing water’ that moved to the rhythm of the music, just like the iconic fountain from Las Vegas.

Dinner was amazing, but the best part of it was the privacy you got, something Cillian craved so much.

After meeting in 2018 when Professor Pat Nolan introduced you to Cillian after assuring you that your life experiences were vital for a project that Cillian was working on, you met at a café and even though the book project that brought the two of you together was on hold for four years, your relationship started right away, you still remember so well how he leaned against the table, chin over his hand and his eyes tore apart every layer of your soul. He was fascinated by your empathy story and you were by his brilliant idea of turning it into a book and bring the matter into the table, he wanted the world to talk about empathy.

Over the curse of those years you witnessed the endless hours he dedicated to the book, to every story that would be part of it…

“What are you thinking of?” His question pulled you back to present time.

Those eyes, still sneaking into your heart.

“When we met.” You stated with a smile.

Squeezing your hand he smiled, thinking of that as well.

“I firmly believe there’s a reason for everything, the right time and place.”

“And the right person.” You added, thanking the staff for dinner and walked back to your room. “Thank you for this beautiful surprise.”

You wasted no time once he opened the door, taking the initiative after an eternity of waiting.

“I want, no… I need my other present now.” You kissed his jaw, then his neck, feeling his pulse quickening.

“Your wish is my command.” He turned you around to undo the straps that held your dress together.

Clothes quickly thrown to the floor, no words needed. Your legs trembling after he had been slowly teasing your breasts with his mouth, you standing between his legs, one of your hands using his shoulder for support, while your fingers of the other, pulled at his curls, a deep moan abandoned your mouth as his fingers moved in and out of your center. His eyes focused on your pleasure.

When you thought you couldn’t resist it anymore he made you straddle him, and then he stood up with you anchored to his waist, turning Cillian placed you gently on the mattress, waiting no time to push your lower lips apart to find the way home.

In a tender, but firm rhythm, he rocked your bodies, legs tangled, hands touring each other’s skin, until your orgasms danced in unison.

Looking into his eyes, you could only think of the waves of pleasure setting your body in fire.

Until the fireworks subsided, your eyes kept locked.

With a groan, he pulled out from you.

“Can we stay for the whole week?”

Taking your leg, Cillian placed it on his lap, fingers running up and down. “So you liked my surprise?” His lips brushing over your shoulder, ready for the second round.

“This is the perfect way to celebrate my birthday… the perfect date.”

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Holiday Stress

Day 28

Summary: Javi helps Ari de-stress after the holidays.

Pairings: Javier Peña x OFC Ariana Morgan—DEA Agent and daughter of Pablo Escobar

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Warnings: language, SMUT, oral (f rec), vaginal fingering

Word Count: 801

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“Hey, baby,” Javi murmured in Ari’s ear as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. She was washing the dishes from breakfast. He kissed the side of her neck and squeezed her tight. Ari murmured a greeting. She was tense. Javi knew the holidays were always a bit stressful, and he could see his girl needed to relax a bit now that Christmas was over. “Pop, Steve, and Connie want to take the kids to the park and then out for lunch.”

“Ok,” Ari replied. “I’m almost done with this, and then I’ll get ready.”

“Let me rephrase that, querida,” Javi said. “Pop, Steve, and Connie want to take the kids alone to the park and then to lunch.”

“What? Why?”

“I may have told them I want some alone time with my gorgeous wife,” Javi said seductively.

“Javier!” Ari gasped. “You did not try to pawn our three kids off and tell our friends—and your father—you want to fuck me!”

“I did,” Javi smiled proudly. “And I didn’t try to pawn off our kids. I successfully pawned them off. They all left about five minutes ago.”

“What?” Ari almost shrieked.

“We all knew you’d never take the help if given the choice, so we took care of it,” Javi said simply. “Now put those dishes down and follow me.” Ari tossed the dish in the sink and wiped her hands dry.

“Javier Peña, I cannot believe you right now!” Oh, she looked pissed. He was going to have to work extra hard to relax her. He grabbed her hand and dragged her to their bedroom. He pushed her down gently to lay on her back on the bed. She immediately pushed up into her elbows.

“You have been running yourself ragged since the twins were born,” Javi told her in his no nonsense voice. “I know how stressful everything has been—especially having the twins first Christmas so far from home. Now, lay back, and let me take care of my wife.”

“What do you mean?” Ari asked suspiciously.

“I mean, we have the house to ourselves for at least an hour,” Javi explained, “and I’m going to bury my face in your pussy until you come at least three times.”

“Oh,” Ari said quietly. She lay back. “Why didn’t you lead with that?” Javi chuckled and made quick work of removing her pants and underwear.

“Mmm, I love your pussy,” Javi groaned. Without any preamble, he dove in. Ari arched her back in pleasure as his tongue slide across her clit. It had been a couple weeks since he’d had the opportunity to go down on his gorgeous wife. Fuck. Never again. He needed her like he needed air. He swiped his fingers through her wetness and slid two inside. He wrapped his lips around her clit and suckled gently. She was writhing and panting. He knew she was getting close.

“Oh, Javi, right there,” she moaned.

“You wanna come, mi amor?” He murmured against her swollen flesh.

“Please,” she whimpered. He stroked his fingers along her g-spot and sucked her clit back into his mouth. A few passes and she exploded in his mouth.

“Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She screamed out. He was glad he had kicked everyone out of the house because his wife was loud. She shivered almost violently as the final tremors of her release faded.

“That’s one,” Javi said with a smirk before diving right back in. An hour—and three more orgasms later—Ari lay in his arms in the bed,

“That was incredible, Javi,” she said softly. “I really needed that. Thank you.”

“Believe me, it was very much my pleasure.”

“I want to return the favor, but my body won’t move,” she laughed exhaustedly.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m covered,” Javi said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well…” Javi looked a little embarrassed.

“Javi?”

“You were so fucking hot when you came that last time….I, uh…well, I came in my pants.”

“What?” Ari asked in shock.

“Don’t look so surprised,” Javi said with a laugh. “We haven’t been able to fuck since we got here. I was backed up, and you’re so fucking sexy it was bound to happen.”

“I’m not gonna lie, Javier,” Ari said, “that’s really fucking hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” she nodded. “If I wasn’t orgasmed out, I’d demand you fuck me right now.” Javi laughed.

“How about you take a nap while I take a shower?” He suggested.

“Ok,” Ari agreed with a yawn. He leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” she murmured back before falling asleep. Javi smiled and smoothed her hair back. He felt awe and joy that it was his responsibility to take care of this amazing woman.

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happy new year

words: 2,056 ship: austin butler x reader summary: request from anon “I loved first Christmas!!!! Maybe a part two with austin sick on new years” it might help to read that first but not totally necessary notes: thanks so much anon! hope everyone has a great new year :) can’t wait to see what austin related things we’ll be blessed with and looking forward to sharing more of my writing 💕 warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylesmendeshearted

You could see this coming a mile away—with how constant and hard-working Austin is, sometimes he rarely has time to slow down and take account of how much down time he might actually need. The work ethic he has is incredible, definitely something admirable that he puts into every aspect of his life. It’s one of the things you love most about him, his dedication, his ability to put so much into every single thing he cares about, whether it’s work, interviews, family or relationships.

Before you gave birth to your daughter, Luci, you were worried how the work-life balance would impact that both of you needed to create. It’s one thing when you’re trying to manage yourself, your own life, your wants, needs and passions, but it’s another to manage the small family you’re building at the same time too. So you suppose it’s not surprising that you both get through grueling work schedules and a bit of natural stress that comes from the holidays and Austin ends up sick.

He fights it off for about a day or so, a bit of fatigue and a scratchy throat, but then New Year’s Eve rolls around. It’s early when you wander into the kitchen, the sunlight barely peeking through the windows and laying on countertops and cabinets. You shiver from the slight chill in the air, seeing that it’s snowed overnight. Not a lot, just a dusting, but it’ll probably make the streets slick and icy. Kind of a perfect day not to go anywhere and crawl back into bed.

Wandering towards Austin in the kitchen, your eyes graze along your husband as he stands at the sink, getting himself coffee. He’s still dressed from bed, his back to you, a pair of dark gray joggers and a navy blue sweater. A small smirk tugs the corners of your lips at his bedhead curls, wanting to run your fingers through them. Even without him turning around, you can tell he doesn’t feel well—there’s a slight curl to his shoulders and as you move forward and heat rolls off his body as you wrap your arms around his waist. He sniffles, turning his head a little to look down on you as you squeeze his torso, pressing your nose and lips into the back of his shoulder.

“Morning,” You whisper.

Austin clears his throat, his voice an octave lower than usual. You could probably blame that on the fact he’s just woken up, but he also sounds slightly miserable, “Hey baby.”

Pressing yourself up on your toes, you hook your chin along his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his neck. “I mean this with a lot of love and affection, but you sound terrible.”

He lets out a short laugh, turning in your arms until he’s leaning his back against the counter, facing you. Your face pulls a small empathetic wince as you look up at his face. His cheeks are flushed, the tip of his nose red, eyes tired as he picks up his coffee to take a sip.

‘Thanks, that’s real sweet.”

You chuckle a little, lifting up your hand to cup his cheek. You rub your thumb along his jawline and move to touch his forehead to see if he has a fever but he won’t let you, leaning out of your touch. So stubborn.

“I’m a sweet talker, what can I say?” You tease, managing to brush your fingers along the side of his face and a bit of his forehead. “Scale of one to ten?” Doesn’t seem like he has a fever but he’s definitely a bit overheated, skin warm to touch. Austin kind of has that warmth to him automatically, inside and out, part of the reason why he feels so caring and approachable as a person. Not to mention that you tend to be cold all the time, always pulling blankets or sweaters on, even in the summer. Austin’s one of those people that’s great to snuggle up to, but even so, seems like today he’s a touch warmer than usual.

Austin takes another sip of his coffee before putting the mug down, “Eleven.”

You hum lightly, running your fingers in the front part of his hair. You wonder if he has a headache because he closes his eyes and keens into your touch, letting out a soft groan when you rub along one of his temples.

“Think you need to get back into bed. More sleep might help you nip the thing right in the bud.”

Austin shakes his head, “Need to keep movin’ around—last thing I want is to ruin the plans we have for tonight.”

You smile softly and chew on your lower lip—you understand where Austin is coming from and obviously you appreciate his dedication to your shared plans; dinner and a party at one of Austin’s friends for the ball to drop. Since you had Luci, it’s been difficult to find time to spend with one another alone…not that you’re regretting any moment of parenthood, but once again it’s about that balance. Creating time for your relationship just as much as you share with your daughter.

“No need to worry about our plans, as long as I’m with you that’s all that matters.”

Austin smiles a little before quickly turning his head to sneeze. There’s a sharp intake before a double and you reach for a tissue to hand him so he can blow his nose. You reach for his coffee cup and refill it, giving him a moment to collect himself. Turning to hand him back his mug, you lean up to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t,” He attempts weakly, “I don’t want to get you sick.”

“Oh I’ll risk it,” You smile a little, “I have a top-notch immune system.”

There’s a gentle eyeroll from him but definite amusement as well, twitching his lips as he takes a sip of his coffee. You reach out to rub his arm, motioning towards the bedroom with a soft head nod,

“Go back to bed, don’t worry about tonight, alright?”

Austin licks his lips, opening his mouth to probably protest but he doesn’t get the chance, the baby monitor in the kitchen picking up on Luci crying in her room.

“I’ll get her—go to bed, I’ll check on you in a little.” Austin seems to buckle under the insistence.

You turn to head out of the kitchen but Austin catches your elbow, drawing you back and close. He leans down to press his nose and lips into your hair, a kiss to your temple. You’re glad he’s changed his tune about keeping his distance.

“I love you.” He says, brushing your hair over your shoulder.

You smile up at him, crinkling your nose, “You should,” You tease but then assure him, “Austin, you're always lookin’ out for me, Luci, taking care of us. Let me take care of you for a change.”

Austin nods a little, taking his mug of coffee with him and following you upstairs to head back into the bedroom.

Austin spends the better part of the day sleeping while you hang out with Luci, finishing up Hallmark Christmas movies and baking. You lick some icing off your thumb and check the oven before deciding to check on your husband. You heat up some soup for him and move to pick up Luci from the small bassinet that you keep in the living room.

You make a swishing noise with your lips and scoop her into your arms, laughing slightly at the brightness in her eyes. The blue reminds you so much of Austin. You maneuver the soup and baby in your arms and make your way up the steps, slowly making sure you can push the door open easily. Setting the soup down on the dresser, you adjust Luci in your arms, moving towards the mound of blankets in bed.

A soft smile tugs the corner of your lips and sit down near Austin’s hips, seeing him starting to stir as he lays on his stomach, arms tucked under the pillow. Placing Luci against your chest, you reach out to gently thread your fingers through his hair. In this position you can’t lean down and kiss his forehead but he doesn’t seem to be as overheated as before, maybe the sleep he’s gotten has actually done him some good. You wish you would have made him some tea or actually had orange juice in the fridge.

Luci coos softly, small delighted noises when Austin turns to prop himself up in bed. Regardless that he doesn’t feel well, there’s a small smile on his lips at seeing her.

“Yeah, that’s daddy, huh?” You ask her, holding onto one of her hands with your own.

Austin licks his lips, moving to brush your hair over your shoulder before touching Luci’s shoulder. “You bein’ good for mama?”

“Yeah, she’s bein’ good,” You smile down at her, “Only screamed once when I tried to put her down to take cookies out of the oven.”

“Master of timing,” He smirks, running a hand through his hair. He sniffles and picks up his phone to check the time, “Have I really been out that long?”

You hum with a soft nod, shifting Luci in your arms to kind of seat her on your lap. She’s wobbly, can’t hold herself up yet, still need to support her head but definitely getting stronger every day. It’s kind of amazing to watch.

“Yeah, was about to send a search and rescue party to look for you underneath all these blankets.”

He raises his eyebrows and tugs the blankets back, “Well if that’s the case.”

You laugh lightly, squeezing Luci’s hands in yours as you shake your head, “Someone’s feeling better I see. I brought you soup.”

Austin crinkles his nose, “Soup can wait.”

You can’t help but smile at his insistence before standing up—you clearly have no choice in this matter. Moving to the other side of the bed, Austin shifts so he’s fully on the left side. Passing Luci to Austin, you crawl in, adjusting some pillows to lie down on your side more comfortably. You smile as you watch Austin with Luci, the way his eyes light up when he’s with her, that soft croon to his voice that spreads warmth all the way to your knees. He turns to face you, placing Luci in the middle of you both on her back. She gurgles and kicks her legs, almost as if she’s pleased to be between her parents.

You smirk a little, running your hand along her soft, light hair, Austin reaching across to keep you close with a hand on your hip. Sometimes you can’t believe this is your life, like you have moments where you take everything in and realize once again how lucky you are. Glancing up at Austin, you give him a small smile,

“She’s so beautiful.”

He hums lightly, his other arm stretching across the pillows to place his fingers in your hair, “Takes after her mom.”

You roll your eyes but your cheeks definitely kiss pink at the compliment. There are a few quiet moments between you, shared breathing and Luci making her own satisfied noises. Every so often Austin takes his hand off your thigh to touch Luci’s belly, pretending to tickle or just feel the fabric of her onesie between his fingers.

Your gaze flutters between your daughter and Austin, looking over his features—he still seems tired but a lot less sick than before, not as congested. Your gaze lingers on his bedhead curls, the fullness of his cupid bow lips, his eyes that comforting and familiar blue. A shade now shared with your daughter.

Taking in a short breath, you inch closer in bed, your socked feet tangling with Austin’s. “M’sorry you ended up sick today, that we weren’t able to go out for the night you planned.”

Austin shakes his head, looking back up at you, “I can’t think of a better way to ring in the new year than being right here with my girls.”

Grinning, you can’t stop yourself from leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. There’s no need for new year wishes—you’ve got everything you could ever want right here.

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princesscatherinemiddleton · 7 months

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What do you think about Kate not going to Earth Shot?

So, I very much did not have an opinion on the whole “Kate doesn’t go to Singapore” thing beyond the fact I thought it was fine and moved on with my life but since I am nothing if not opinionated, I’ve decided to get an opinion. Also, this is very long.

1. We quite literally, if not already knew, already had a very strong inkling she wasn’t going. How is this shocking to people? Even the very original press release is entirely focused on Earthshot, rather than William and Catherine (which I checked when the rumours first surfaced) so - unlike with London and Boston - it hasn’t been a given that she’ll go.

2. Also, she doesn't need to go. Earthshot is nothing to do with her, beyond the fact she’s married to the founder. Ngl, I get really frustrated when William goes to Early Years engagements so I can’t be upset Kate isn’t going to Earthshot. I get that there's not really a need for her to be at most things but this is different than Trooping, which is a celebration of the monarch because - in a way - she does need to be there on the one of the most significant days of the BRF each year. She doesn't need to go to the Duke of Edinburgh awards, she didn't ever go to Invictus, she is not essential for Earthshot.

3. Saying Earthshot needs Kate is laughable. The most popular royal is William. He’s always been the most popular (bar the Queen). Earthshot is his thing. If anything, Kate being there takes away from the event. I also think Earthshot is phenomenal and is almost strong enough to stand independent from the royals entirely so this point is moot. Don't get me wrong, there would be more press coverage with Kate there. There would be a lot more fan coverage with Kate there. But doesn't that just take away from the coverage of the 15 incredible nominees?

4. I don't know who chose the date for Earthshot. But I don't think William could just change it because of George's exam (also, these aren't Eton-specific exams because the dates for these things are readily available and there aren't any Eton-specific exams in November.) The date had to suit the Earthshot council, Singapore, the nominees, the Earthshot trustees. The fact it's in November at all, not December, makes me feel like the date was out of their control.

5. George having exams is not “an excuse”. I’m not a parent but I am a teacher and I know that if a child in my class has a big thing coming up in their life - maybe a show with their drama club or their mum has gone on holiday or it’s their birthday - you check in more and give them more attention. Remember being 10? Imagine sitting exams - a really big stressful exam, when previously the only exams you will have taken will be phonics screeners and times tables checks and in-school tests - for the first time and both of your parents are not only not there, but are out of the country in a different timeline. This is fundamentally different than them wanting to do school drop offs and pick ups (they need to get over that but I’ve accepted they won’t). You don’t know how George will react to doing an exam but his parents do. This is a non-negotiable for me.

6. Controversially, I don’t think it’s the 11+. I think it could be the Stage 2 admission test for Tiffin School - even if he doesn’t go there, I know that if you’re aiming for grammar schools, some families choose to do a range of entrance tests, since it lessens pressure. These tests are independent from the 11+, which - if George is doing - he has already done.

7. If she didn’t stay home, the three scenarios are: George does the test and everything is fine; he does the test and struggles immediately, whether due to the test or to his parents not being there, which will have a huge impact on him; or he does the test, feels fine, and in 30 years releases a tell-all book about his mother - known child mental health campaigner - abandoning him to wear fancy dresses. If she does stay home, she can support her son. I know which I prefer.

8. “It’s sexist because why does Kate stay home and not William” - he can’t skip Earthshot, Kate doesn’t have to go to Earthshot, they can’t pick the date of the exam. Next question.

9. The lack of royal tours is an issue. I don’t think it’s a royal issue - it’s a FCO issue (I will call them the FCDO over my dead body). There’s a reason there have only been 4 official overseas FCO visits this year and two of them should have been one state visit. I would also like to see more overseas working visits but a) if the FCO have been explicitly against it, I would not recommend working against parliament and b) if we’re not doing a tour, I’d rather they focused on doing UK- and Commonwealth-based visits first. I’m going to go out on a limb and say that official Commonwealth visits (even if not tours) are up in the air since there was a Commonwealth world tour last year and no one knows whether Charles is supposed to go there first. TLDR: they need to sort out overseas visits and do more, they need to get out into the commonwealth, the FCO need to get over themselves and start planning official tours again.

10. I will be really annoyed if she doesn’t do any engagements that week but we don’t know that she won’t! It’s different to work in the UK while the kids are at school and take off the day of George’s exam, being available in the evenings, than being in Singapore for the whole week. (I am going to rule out her being at the State Opening of Parliament because the Waleses would never have been there this year - the fact William was there last year and that Charles went as Prince of Wales are moot and she won't go without William - and I hate this rumour). Also, my last anon helpfully pointed out about the fact it coincides with Remembrance Week so...

11. Yes, I would have loved her to be at the Earthshot prize ceremony and I would love to see her in a new gown. I like seeing Catherine’s clothes but honestly her recent gown track record is poor so maybe it’s for the best. There are people who won't watch because Kate won't be there. But also my mum and dad watched Earthshot because it was on TV on Sunday night after the Strictly results; lots of people watched it because it's on TV, on BBC, near Christmas; people watched it because it's about the environment and has a royal in it. It's not all about Kate, as much as I'd like it to be.

So, essentially, I had far more opinions than I thought I did and everyone complaining is being an idiot. I would have loved to see Kate in Singapore - the South Seas tour was incredible and we're overdue an Asian tour - but, since the circumstances are what they are, this is the best option. Can we all please just stop talking about it now?

#anon #answered #kate

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callsign-phoenix · 1 year

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I wrote this as a part of my advent calendar fics, I hope you like it!

It is a Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x gn!reader imagine.

Thank you @marvelandotherfandomimagines for proofreading!

Day 24: Christmas Eve

Warnings: none

You usually spent a lot of Christmas holidays with your family, which was always stressful for you.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like your family, but they didn’t get you as well as you wanted them to.

Plus, people in your family got into fights quite regularly, which was always exhausting for everyone to witness.

While you hadn’t told Bob about those moments he had gathered as much from meeting your family, so he decided to give you a special Christmas of your own.

He had arranged everything and you were surprised by the fact that none of your relatives bugged you when you’d stop by at Christmas.

It was strange to you and you were overall surprised, so you talked to Bob about it.

You were sitting on the couch relaxing after a hard day of work, with Bob’s arms wrapped around you and his chin resting on your shoulder in a blissful state of relaxation.

“You know, none of my family members have told me when to stop by at Christmas,” you said softly and you felt Bob’s thumb gently graze over the back of the hand he was holding.

“Usually they have everything planned a month in advance, and I didn’t do anything to upset them,” you added, and heard a humming sound leave your boyfriend’s lips.

“That might have something to do with me,” he said softly, and you moved in his embrace to give him a sideways-glance.

“I talked to some of your relatives, and they were actually very considerate,” he continued, and your confusion only grew.

“I told them I’d like to spend some time with the person I love, because I’m always so busy and because I need you to be with me, just me, no distractions,” he said softly, his eyelids lowering in honesty until he looked at you through his dark lashes.

You smiled slightly as you listened to him, raising a hand to stroke the side of his face gently.

Bob looked so gentle from where you were sitting, his features soft and eyes hooded, his glasses sitting perfectly on the bridge of his nose.

You were so incredibly grateful for his kindness because you knew he had at least partly done it for you, so you leaned up to rest your forehead against his.

“Thank you, baby, that’s so kind of you,” you whispered softly and you could feel him smile through the hand you were holding to the side of his face, where your thumb was still caressing his skin.

You felt perfectly at peace with Bob in that moment, and during the entire holiday season as well.

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day were spent just as comfortably at home, just the two of you, enjoying each other’s company and being there for one another in a time that the two of you loved to remember as the best holidays you had ever had.

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singswan-springswan · 1 year

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Frozen II justifies Jelsa

okay I feel like I should explain.

First of all, the time period lines up nicely

I don’t think it’s ever explicitly stated what time the Frozen adventures take place, but given by the photograph joke at the end of the second movie, it’s set somewhere around the early 1800s.

Rise of the Guardians also never gives a date for when Jack died, but if it was 300 years before present day, that drops him roughly somewhere in the 1700s or in the colonial era.

Putting these two together, it seems neat that they come into their spirit forms at relatively the same time, and conveniently Jack is first too.

you could play around with the idea of Jack not quite getting the hang of his duties yet by the time Elsa comes along, based on the inconsistency of seasons (especially winter) that is a motif throughout both Frozen films, even at the very end of the second one

Let’s talk about the wind!

Jack’s wind and Elsa’s wind have the same personality for all intents and purposes.

Both are fun-loving, well-meaning, playful, kind, and always willing to help.

Both are also incredibly fond of their goofy little snow spirits

okay short conversation because I think I’ve made my point

Frozen II put a lot more emphasis on frost...? like boi was that just you trying to show off your artists or was that actually relevant?

The first movie really only stressed ice and snow as aspects of elsa’s power, but in the second movie, we start to see different things. we see less and less of the snow and ice; in fact, she only really busts those out when in stressful circumstances.

by contrast, she seems to default to frost more and more. everything she touches with her power is more or less laced with frost. she opens the mist around the forest with frost. her dress is covered in frost. she tames Nok and Bruni with frost.

also, in the very end of the second movie, when it’s supposedly winter in the forest, everything is frosted over. the trees, the rocks, the leaves, even the ice has frost on it.

either this is just Elsa discovering a new softer side of her power or. you know. we use this to justify the crackheads.

moving on!

The realm of the spirits is openly acknowledged and tangible to the audience, which is something vital to the story of Guardians

Though never directly mentioned in Guardians, there seems to be a vast number of magical forces throughout the world, relevant to important concepts in society (or nature) like holidays or virtues and stuff like that. The “spirits” featured in the movie mostly derive their power and essence from the belief that people put it them---regardless of whether or not people acknowledge their existence

there are spirits for lots of different little concepts floating around out there. We know at least that the Ground Hog is real because the Easter Bunny has beef with him or somethin. And I’m not sure how many others are “canon” but I think Mother Nature is around, along with plenty of nature spirits and other patrons of holidays. The main thing is that all of them are tied to human beliefs or practices.

In Frozen II, we’re presented with a very classic collection of nature spirits. Most everyone thinks of air, fire, water, and earth as being the fundamental elements of nature, so if we’re following the logic that the beliefs of people give them power then it would make sense that these four elements have powerful spirits to go with them. That Elsa happens to be their ring-leader is probably just a mildly forced convenient piece of writing, which provides her with a hotline to the balance of nature and the spirit realm both.

Things like the trolls would also make sense in the universe if they’re just a physical manifestation of nature’s magic and sentience

plus if there are magical beings just kinda drifting around the world then it seems perfectly reasonable for Jack and Elsa to meet one another---especially since she’s the bridge or however that’s supposed to work idk

Elsa isn’t exactly a winter spirit, per se, but she is a spirit by definition. She’s literally called the “fifth spirit” of nature or somethin. She’s still tangible and visible, because she was born human, but it’s very clear by the end of the second movie that’s she’s no longer quite... mortal... I wanna say. I’m going to headcanon that she’s immortal now. Otherwise she’ll have to be replaced when she dies and like that’s too much effort. I mean it’d make sense if she was “transformed” (to use Olaf’s word) into the fifth spirit.

Both Jack and Elsa strike that very specific type of winter too. We can obviously tell that winter is her favorite season, and she thrives in the chilly north where it’s always cold at least partly. Her whole aesthetic is built on the promise of winter and i think that’s a cool idea. haha. On top of that, Jack never totally struck me as the heavy snowfall kind of dude; his version of winter always seemed like the brisk flurries you get at the very start of the season. They’re made for each other, your honor. it helps that Frozen II was set in late autumn. like if that’s not a blatant message of “winter is coming!” then what is amiright. They both exude a kind of winter in its youth: something on the precipice of permanence, delicate and lively and strong all at once. Their vibes might be different, but I feel like they share the same direction of the season, if you catch me.

Anyway listen my point is just that I want them to be friends at the very least. We’re all going to pretend the age gap doesn’t exist because they are both unalive for lack of a better term and Chris Pine voiced Jack despite having a very deep manly voice that definitely wasn’t suited for a literal child. I want Elsa to be able to see Jack even though no one else can because she’s the bridge between humanity and nature and I want them to bond over wintertime and I want them to get into snowball fights and to make patterns in the frost and to chase the wind around just for funsies. I want Jack to teach Elsa to fly, which they quickly find is something she does not excel at. I want her to show him his connection to the season and his responsibility to maintaining it because he may have a good heart but he’s got no respect for rules and deadlines. I want her to convince Ana that Jack is real, so that someone else can see him too (up until that point, Elsa was talking about him like he was just Some Guy she met so Ana was going to believe her but then Elsa dropped the whole “winter spirit” bombshell and Ana thought she finally cracked so it took some convincing in the end). I want them all to have game nights on fridays. I want Ana and Kristoff’s kids to grow up always having believed in Jack. I just want Jack to have a nice lil family okay :’) one that tolerates his pranks and mischief and I want Elsa to relax and have some carefree fun moments. I want her to laugh and have crazy, harmless adventures and do goofy things just for the sake of it.

I put way too much thought into this but I saw a KRIFFTON of parallels between these two characters when I watched Frozen II so like,,, y’all get to hear about how I feel you’re welcome

#jelsa #jack frost/elsa #Jack Frost #queen elsa #frozen #frozen II #rise of the guardians

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 2 years

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Vikings + reader being much less stressed in their time

Summary: a few drabbles about the Vikings noticing how the reader is less stressed; based on this request

A/N: I'm finally back :) this isn't a very long post, but i'll post another request tonight and one more tmrw! there's an incredible amount of requests in my inbox rn (which i'm so grateful for) and i'll try to post three over each weekend.

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Ragnar

“The shadows under your eyes are gone.” He says, suddenly startling you, and breaking your focus away from the soothing, but slightly boring, repetitive action of making a basket.

Lagertha had taught you how to make them a few weeks back, and now you made them whenever the Great Hall got too quiet for your liking.

“I’d say that’s what a magically invoked holiday does for you.” You replied, setting down the half-done basket.

“This,” Ragnar said, gesturing around the hall, “Is not what you call holidays. It’s only an easier life than one on a farm.”

You didn’t reply again, instead going back to work on your basket, but Ragnar sat down next to you.

“I remember the way you looked when you appeared in the farmhouse. Weren’t you crying over your lap-top?” Ragnar asked, still butchering the pronunciation of such a foreign word.

You gritted your teeth. “I was. My report for the last quarter got deleted and I had to do it again.”

Ragnar almost snorted, but a sharp look from you stopped him.

“It wasn’t very funny for anyone but you.” You shot back.

He sighed and moved closer, taking you in a side hug. “I think I understand.” Ragnar began. “Being an Earl is more comfortable in some ways, but being a farmer was easier.”

Aslaug

“It must be hard for you, being here.” She said, interrupting the silence of your ‘girls dinner’.

“It’s easier than I expected. And I can finally sleep through the night.” You replied.

Aslaug chuckled between her bites. “You couldn’t sleep properly? Wasn’t your bed much more comfortable?”

“I guess. But everything else wasn’t. It didn’t really get dark, it was always loud outside and I didn’t get enough sleep. I worked too long and got up too early. Here, it’s quiet and dark and I cant sleep for very long, but I don’t have to stay up until 1 am to have a life.”

She said nothing for a while, finishing her food.

“I foresaw you coming, you know.” She finally said. “But I didn’t think that the future would have such strange problems.”

Lagertha

You stood together weaving when she asked you if you ever got bored from the repetition of it.

“No.” you simply replied.

“But from what you’ve told us about the future, this must be about as interesting as watching the waves crash onto the beach.”

“Oh believe me, the landscape here is so stunning I could look at it for hours. It’s honestly soothing.”

“Soothing.” Lagertha repeated. “That sounds like you’re asking me to make tea for your throat.”

You let your shuttle sink from the weaving frame. “You may not believe me, but being here is the most peace I’ve experienced since I was 16 years old.”

“That makes your future sound taxing.” She said.

“Believe me, it was. But I’m here now, and even with your seasonal raids, I’ve worried so little it almost feels unrealistic.”

Bjorn

You had been to Spain before, but now, lying at the beach in your leather armor felt more relaxing than reading a book in a bikini in your times.

“What are you doing?” Bjorn asked.

“Relaxing.” You simply replied. And it was true. For once, you didn’t have to worry about money, or rent, or whether Russia was going to drop an atom bomb onto Ukraine or if the pandemic was really coming to an end or-

You stopped yourself. What was important was that you’d just patched up a few warriors after the raid and now you could enjoy the sun in a slightly uncomfortable armor.

“Relaxing?” Bjorn asked again.

“Yeah, you know. Just lying down, enjoying the sun. Not worrying for once.”

You heard him grunt and then sit down next to you. As he shifted in the sand, you smiled to yourself. He wasn’t used to your kind of stress, or your need for relaxation.

“I can’t do this relaxing thing.” He decided after 20 seconds. You laughed.

“Maybe it’s just not for you.” You said, stretching out on the warm ground.

“I don’t understand people from the future.” He replied, shaking his head. You laughed, enjoying your head being free of worries and the sun on your face.”

Aslaugssons

You’d finally figured out how to use a viking version of a kitchen, found tomatoes and a somewhat equivalent to cheese, as well as some smoked ham and onions. And tuna, but the Vikings had too much of that.

So, you made pizza – naturally. Some with onions and tuna and some with the ham and the smell was starting to spread through the Great Hall. You were almost done with putting all your pizzas on the table when the brothers walked into the Great Hall, probably done with their training.

“What’s this?” Hvitserk asked, eyeing the pizza with enthusiastic curiosity. Ivar seemed more suspicious, sniffing your pizza before backing off into his seat.

“Why did you cook?” he asked. “Don’t we have thralls for that? And why would you make that?”

“That, Ivar, is pizza and not poison, and I enjoy cooking to unwind. Didn’t really have time for it in the last half year, so I thought I’d do some catching up and present you guys with modern food.”

“You cook to unwind? What does unwind even mean?” Sigurd questioned, still hovering at the back of the Great Hall

“Like, not worrying that much? Taking a break from all the stress and-“ you stopped yourself, looking into their confused faces. They wouldn’t really understand, they were princes, for fucks sake. How to schedule Margrethe was their biggest worry.

“And you should try the pi-“ you began, when Hvitserk interrupted you.

“This is the best thing I’ve had in my life.” He decided through bites.

“That’s what Italian cuisine does to you.” You smiled.

Ubbe followed after that, taking a bite so large that the whole piece basically disappeared. They all ate in silence, even Ivar, until Ubbe set down his plate decidedly.

“This is what you do to feel less worried?” he asked

“Yeah. It really does help. There’s a lot of repetition in making the dough and you get to share something delicious later on.”

“I think I understand what you mean.” Hvitserk replied. “I don’t cook, but eating is very relaxing.”

You laughed together with Ivar and Sigurd and leaned back. They might not understand, but they were trying, and that was enough for you.

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shydaaa · 3 months

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It's 2024

It's been a while, haven't really interacted with this website in some time. But felt the need to at least come back and continue my New Years reflection that I've done previous years. Looking back I realize the years I skipped were due to COVID, which was certainly my hardest years. I think I will touch upon mainly the good things as I always do. But also speak on some of the grief as well.

Got to see my step-dad and his husband down in Flordia. They got a condo and it’s looking great so far! Jammer is also alive but missing all his silly teeth.

Got to see my dad and his husband for Thanksgiving. I also reconnected with my Aunt.

Got to go to Blizzcon for the first time! Met some WoW celebrities and went with a friend of mine that I also got the opportunity to meet in person.

Met my boyfriend for the first time after 3 years of online dating.

Moved my mom to a one bedroom, she also has a dog now.

Became an officer in a guild Ive grown fond of.

Formally staying with the folks I’ve bonded with ever since I moved in during college. They have become a second family to me.

Helped a friend out of a miserable and toxic relationship.

Playing my first table-top equivalent with a good group of friends.

There might be more, but those are the biggest highlights I can think of for now. I don’t really like to drudge up the bad, the point of these reflections is usually to inspire faith into the next year. But I do want to acknowledge what hardships I braved this year.

My dad and his husband moved away to Flordia, I’m happy for them, but I’ll miss them.

My mom and I’s relationship has continued to break and crumble. This holiday season was incredibly difficult.

Friends I thought were good people turned out to be horrible and lied to me for 7 years. They’d traumatized one of my best friends and I’ll never forgive them for that. Nor did they really care for me as much as I thought they did.

My IBS and stomach issues have worsened. I developed my first ulcer from stress.

Caught COVID this year and had to bail on one of the days I was at Blizzcon.

Things were bad, but they never stayed bad. And for that I’m grateful. And thank you, to all my friends who have stuck it out with me, thru thick and thin. You’ve made this worthwhile, and I couldn’t imagine a life without you.

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ittybittywaterlily · 1 year

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hi lol i’m not dead, just. very very unmotivated to make any sort of content LMAO

i’m looking through my drafts (which have been sitting here for 3+ years at LEAST) and past me had some pretty interesting ideas for stories mostly borrower stuff and a few outliers, but lemme see if i can get the gist out of the biggest storyline i have in my drafts here under the read more

this one originally started out around the peak of my activity, so it’s probably the one i’ve put the most thought into

so i have three borrower families, but the last two are the ones i’ve put the most attention into:

- Seam, Patch and Acacia Alcove: the first characters to be conceived. Seam and Patch were siblings who lived under the guidance of their grandpa Acacia, and the family lived behind a shelf in a craft room. With Grandpa Acacia getting in on years and not being able to go out as often, he now teaches his grandchildren the ins and outs of borrowing.

The family is incredibly resourceful, with plates and bowls fashioned out of polymer clay, quilts made out of fabric scraps, and even some furniture carved out of wood by Acacia himself in his younger years.

- Potter, Dawn, and Tisp Tile: To be honest, Tisp was the most thought out in this family. Yes, I named her after the Sleeping Beauty scene where the fairies try making a cake for Aurora and call teaspoons “tisps”. I can only assume Dawn comes from the dish soap and Potter comes from, well, pots.

The family lived underneath the kitchen of an old house, the main entrance being under a loose tile. Tisp is around 6 years old and has a doll made out of a small chess pawn and some yarn. She’s a bit shy, but is a very inquisitive child. She loves helping her mom arrange her findings after borrowing trips, and would love to be as experienced as her someday. The family is very familiar with human customs.

- Aphrodite Tine: Nicknamed and always referred to as “Dite”, she’s a young adult who lives by herself in the house’s (rarely used) upright piano. She’s been living on her own ever since she was separated from her parents mid-move. Having never really come into contact with any other borrowers, she comes off as standoffish and blunt.

Everything she knows about borrowing comes from the bits and pieces of information she learned from her parents and pure trial and error as she tried to survive before eventually settling down in the piano. Tisp and Dite’s stories were meant to be connected.

So the gist of the Dite and Tisp’s story is this: for some reason or another, the Tiles have to move away. Maybe the kitchen is getting a renovation that involves replacing the flooring? Maybe Dawn was seen while borrowing? I never specified the reason when I came up with this story for some reason. But the family has to go, but they can’t bring Tisp with her. She’s a child, for pete’s sake, the stress and potential risks are too great for them to bring their only daughter along on such a trip.

Luckily, they aren’t planning to move far; their destination is the nearby forest just past the house’s backyard. Potter and Dawn decide to leave Tisp with Dite, who they’re acquainted with (and by acquainted, Dawn spotted Dite coming back from a borrowing trip once and pretty much insisted she stay until the next night when Dite mentioned how far her home was from the kitchen). They won’t be long, Potter and Dawn reassure Dite. They’ll be away just until they clear out an area and make a home for themselves, and then Potter will come back for Tisp when everything’s ready.

So begins a series of Dite trying to raise this ball of sunshine with no prior experience, while at the same time, trying to get enough supplies for them both while also trying not to be seen and put both her and the Tile family’s futures in danger.

There were also unfinished oneshots: One of Dite heading back to the (now abandoned) Tile household to search for Tisp’s doll, and another holiday-centric one where Tisp finds out Dite has never celebrated the holiday season and decides to remedy that.

extra notes: originally i was going to have Tisp in the care of the Alcoves, but with the idea of Dite beginning to take form, i guess i decided it’d be more interesting to have Dite and Tisp form some kind of found family thing. after that, i saw the Alcoves living in a house separate from the one the Tiles and Dite live in, but looking at it now, there really isn’t any reason for all three families to coexist in the same house. i did imagine it to be fairly large, after all. the og borrowers book had several families living in the same house too iirc

speaking of humans... that was actually the part i was most stuck on lmao but i imagined the human family to be composed of a single mom and her two sons. the older one was somewhere in middle school while the younger was around elementary. the most coherent plot point i remember was that Tisp snuck out after an argument with Dite, which would cause her and the younger boy to meet. the younger boy promises to keep the secret of Tisp’s existence a secret, but like most children, he’s not exactly too good at hiding something he’s excited about. his older brother catches on, but he and his mother both brush it off as a case of imaginary friends.

thinking about it now, i could maybe have the older brother tease the younger one to the point where he does reveal Tisp and Dite? hmmm

#g/t #the lily writes #borrowers #good GOD it feels kinda good to get that story out?#it's far from being a completed thing but i'm pretty happy with what managed to be made #anyway thanks for reading this lol #i'll make another one that has the rest of the draft stories in it bc i honestly didn't expect this post to be as long as it is

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quietrobots · 2 years

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Fourth of July AKA The holiday that hates stressed autistics

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Extra notes: I’m retconing the movie’s timeline because it doesn’t make sense anyways. I know Flint would probably love fireworks normally so that’s why I put so much emphasis on how stressed he is because that changes autistic people’s sensory tolerances (at least for me<3)

Also this is a vent/comfort fic. Yippee

Inside Sam’s apartment Flint and Sam were sat down at the dining room table, having a nice breakfast that the two had prepared together. It was a simple meal of eggs, toast, and coffee, but the most important this was that the two were able to spend the morning together. Steve was also accompanying the couple, taking bits of Flint’s eggs as he sat in the inventor’s lap. Suddenly Sam gasped and put her fork down, scaring the primate off.

“It’s the Fourth of July!”

Flint quirked his eyebrow “It is the fourth.” He nodded. He clearly didn’t get the cultural significance of the holiday, nor why his girlfriend was excited about the date.

“No, Flint, It’s Independence Day!” Sam pumped her fists excitingly. “SanFran Jose is having a fireworks festival at the beach to celebrate!” Flint’s eyebrows creased and Steve had excitingly made his way back to Flint when he heard the word “celebrate” (luckily the celebrationator was left behind at Flint’s apartment).

“Fireworks? I don’t know, Sam.” Flint rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at his unfinished plate of eggs and toast, poking a piece of egg with his fork. “And I mean, the vesting ceremony is in two weeks. I don’t think I have time to take a day off…” he moved his head from his neck to his forehead, clearly overburdened from stress about the upcoming event. Sam frowned as Flint spoke.

“Flint, c’mon. How many inventions have you submitted?” She said as a small smile grew on her face.

“A hundred and seventy-two.” Flint stated as if the number wasn’t incredibly impressive.

“That’s more than enough high quality inventions for Chester to chose from.” Sam reached over and held Flint’s wrist. He looked up at her through his eyebrows.

“You think so?” Sam nodded. A smile forced it’s way onto his face followed by a bit of a red tint on his cheeks. “Okay. I’ll go. When is it?”

“Starts at six. They can’t set off the fireworks until it gets dark.” Sam picked up their plates and made her way into the kitchen. Flint nodded and followed her in order to help clean up.

By the time six rolled around the couple was making their way down the steps the apartment complex. Brent had agreed to watch Steve while they went on their date. Sam had brought up the idea because she knew that animals weren’t too fond of the bright explosions. Flint didn’t want to leave his lab partner behind, but knew it was for the best.

The two made their way to the beach. It was a short distance away from the apartment complex. They had followed the road that it was on down into the parking lot of the beach. The summer breeze was a welcome addition to their walk. Sam grabbed Flint’s hand in hers and guided him to a spot on the beach away from everyone else that had came to watch the fireworks. Flint gazed out over the sea of people. There were kids screaming, the smell of people grilling food filled the air, and the overall chatter of the event was already overwhelming.

“Flint.” Sam sat down on the beach and patted the sand next to her. Flint dragged his eyes away from all of the other people and looked at his girlfriend. “It shouldn’t be long now.” She looked up at the stars. Flint followed her gaze and felt a small flicker of excitement replace the dread inside him. Unfortunately a squeal rang out on the other side of the beach. Flint jumped and covered his ears. Just as he recovered from the noise a flash of light bursted in the sky, filling it with beautiful blues and reds.

Unfortunately for Flint that was the thing that had tipped him over the edge. He held his head as tears started to form in his eyes. Sam had stood up in her excitement and was looking up at the fireworks, absolutely enamored, not noticing her boyfriend panicking beside her. He stumbled backwards before finally finding his footing and making a break for the road, covering his ears as he ran.

Sam had turned to her side to tell Flint something, but was met with the empty space where he just was. “Flint?” She twisted around. He was no where in sight. She looked around the rest of the beach. Surely Flint would be easy to make out in his lab coat and jeans while everyone was properly dressed in their summer attire. But after one full loop around the beach she still had yet to lay eyes on the inventor.

After another loop around the area she decided to get out her phone and try calling him. After two rings it went to voicemail. She was really starting to get worried now. It wasn’t like Flint to just…leave. Sam went to their messages and started to type out a text.

“Where did you go???”

Sam walked around the area some more in hopes that he would turn up, but there was no sign of the wacky haired inventor anywhere. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she was relieved to see that Flint texted her back.

“Apartment” was all the message said.

Sam furrowed her eyebrows and looked at the fireworks going off in the sky. The bright colors and pyrotechnics seemed to be something Flint would have loved. She was confused as to why Flint had gone back. She was especially confused about why he did it without telling her. She opened his contact and tried calling him as she made her way towards the street that lead to their apartment complex. It rang once before it went to voicemail.

Sam picked up her pace. This wasn’t like Flint at all. She opened their messages again.

“Are you okay? I’m on my way.”

“Fine. Don’t come. I’ll be back out soon”

She stopped on the sidewalk. She wondered if she should leave him be. But Sam knew that there had to be a reason he was acting so uncharacteristically, and surely leaving him alone wouldn’t be the best option.

“I’m almost there already.” She sent back.

No response was given. Sam took it as an okay to continue. She made her way to the apartment complex and made quick work of traveling up the steps to the floor where their rooms were. She steadied her pace as she approached room 1C. Sounds that Sam couldn’t discern came from the other side after she rang the door bell. It opened and Flint stood on the other side.

Flint was hunched over more than he usually was and his hair was sticking out more to the sides than up. Sam noticed that his eyes were bloodshot and they they were fixed on the ground. She glanced down at his tear stained cheeks and felt her heart drop when she realized how bad of a condition her boyfriend was in.

“Flint…” Sam held up her hands to touch him. He tensed and moved away, leaving the door open so Sam could come in. She did so and followed him. Flint moved his curtain only slightly over in order to enter his side of the apartment. Sam did the same, wondering why Flint wanted little to no light to enter his room. Only the light that beamed through the top and bottom of the curtain and light from little blinking lights around the inventors room illuminated the setting. “What’s going on, honey?” Sam spoke softly. Flint sat on his bed and wrung his hands together.

“Too much.” His voice was barely above a whisper. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. Sam sat on the bed with him. He didn’t shy away this time. Now that Sam was closer she could see that he was shaking.

“What-“ she began before the sound of more fireworks going off off outside interrupted her. Flint squeezed his eyes shut and let out a groan. His hands pulled at his hair as he curled into himself more.

Sam grieved at the sight of Flint in pain. She finally understood what was happening. She cursed herself for not listening when Flint said he wasn’t feeling well before they left. The event must have been too overstimulating for his already overloaded senses. All of the smells, people, and loud noises and bright lights of the fireworks must’ve tipped her already stressed boyfriend over the edge. When the popping of the fireworks outside subsided Flint stopped shaking.

“Sorry.” Flint tilted his head up at her, though his eyes were on the ground.

“No, no, no, I’m sorry, Flint.” She offered her hand for him the take. He looked down at it, but only held onto himself tighter. Sam understood that it wasn’t because he was mad, but because he couldn’t handle being touched right now. She took her hand back and looked at the floor with Flint. “I should’ve listened to you when you said you didn’t think you should go. I thought it would be a good way to get your mind off of the vesting ceremony.” She looked at her partner who had finally managed to look at her. “I understand now that you just needed some quiet time away from everything.”

Flint gave her a small smile and looked back down at the ground. He sniffed and wiped his tears on his lab coat. “Thanks…f-for understanding.” She smiled and nodded.

“Let me know if you need to leave next time you feel this way though. I was so worried.” She added lightheartedly. Flint chuckled.

“Okay.” He offered his hand to her this time. She took it and intertwined their fingers.

#if you see any mistakes keep it to yourself I don’t care /lh #sHSBJS #coltonwrites #sparkswood #holy mackerel a main tag #hashtag autysm <3 #aHSHSHSH #might be the only time I write a sparkswood fic outside of the cwacom2series #I kept forgetting to write them romantically in this one aHSBNS #I’m so good at naming my fics

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