#ahhh okay oh well assume there's more

[dandylovesturtles]

listen ok I know shit is dire in CAS land (by @somerandomdudelmao) but I had this stupid idea and it's a slow day at work and I type fast so here you go I didn't proofread this at all

I'm sorry I made it silly

Massive spoilers if you haven't read the new CAS update

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"I can fix it," is a much easier thing to say than to do. Casey's thinking that as he takes long, quick strides through the lair, turning the problem over in his head as fast as he can. He hopes Uncle Tello can't hear the parts of his thoughts that are in a panic, but based on their conversation before he probably can.

Uncle Tello doesn't say anything about it, and Casey kind of wishes he would, just for the reassurance that he's still there.

He's so absorbed in his thoughts he doesn't notice Donnie (the younger Donnie, the physical Donnie) standing in front of him until it's too late and he's already collided with his back. Coffee spills everywhere, though thankfully it only splashes his plastron where he can't get burned.

Younger Donnie whirls, something distinctly murderous in his eye that feels so weird and wrong directed at Casey. It cools only slightly when Donnie processes it wasn't one of his brothers bumping into him, and somehow that feels just as weird, that Donnie has to readjust his feelings to accommodate the unfamiliarity. (He's not family, not to this Donnie.)

"Is something chasing you?" Donnie snaps.

"Uh... no-"

"Is there a fire?"

"No, but-"

"Do you need glasses?"

"I don't... think so?"

"Then watch where you're going!"

He spins on his heel and marches off, toward the kitchen to get more coffee, Casey assumes. For a moment he's left too off kilter and dumbfounded to remember what he was doing.

Then Uncle Tello's voice in his head startles him out of it. What just happened?

Oh, uh... I ran into the other version of you.

Ran into?

Literally. I spilled his coffee.

Ah, and he didn't take it well.

And Casey knows he shouldn't stop for this. Casey knows they may be on limited time and he has to fix this and Uncle Tello shouldn't have to listen to his whining about things that don't matter.

But he's been holding in so many feelings for so long and even if it's just in his head, hearing his uncle's (dad's) voice makes it rush out of him before he can stop it.

I don't think he likes me very much. I touched his shell the other day and he snapped at me. I got mad at him when he touched your tech and that made him mad, too. I don't know how to talk to him.

He doesn't really know how to talk to any of them, is the thing. It used to be the easiest thing in the world, and now it's a wall he hasn't yet learned how to scale.

He can feel his thoughts spiraling against his will. He doesn't have time for this, but the grief and the lack of sleep and the lack of easy affection are all mixing together with the weirdness of it all into a dangerous Molotov cocktail of emotions and he's not sure what will light the fuse.

Casey Jr, says Uncle Tello's voice.

Uncle Tello?

Do you want to see something really funny?

Casey can't help but make a strangled noise at the back of his throat, one that isn't a laugh but isn't a cry either. Something funny?

Yeah. Trust me, it'll be hilarious. Go to my lab.

Casey hesitates. He doesn't let me in there without him...

I feel confident I outrank him. Wait, how old is he?

Sixteen.

Ahhh, that explains it. I know I'm an absolute delight now, but at that age I could be a real pill.

It startles an actual laugh out of Casey. Without arguing further, he rushes to Donnie's lab, quick before he can finish brewing his coffee.

How do I get in?

Is this the subway?

Yeah.

Okay, there's a manual override for the voice lock hidden in one of the wall panels, should be... three to the left, middle of the door. Give that a good knock. Shave and a haircut~

Casey does as directed, and the panel slides back, revealing a flat, glossy keypad.

What's the access code? he asks, feeling like they're on some secret mission now. Maybe it doesn't fall into what people in this time consider normal, but to Casey this is standard stuff. He falls into the rhythm of it like a well loved song.

Oh one one four twenty one twenty seven, says Uncle Tello.

Casey punches it in and the door slides open. He slips inside and hits the button to close and lock the door behind him. Donnie still hasn't returned; the mission is proceeding as planned.

Wasn't that the code for one of the weapons lockers in the old- at base?

Yes, it was. Poor security protocol to reuse codes, I know, but I'm partial to that one.

What is it?

Atomic Lass's birth date. Uncle Tello pauses, then adds, Has he shown you any of the old Atomic Lass episodes of Jupiter Jim?

Uh, no...

Ah, continuing to fail my already low expectations, Teen Tello. Never mind, we'll worry about that later on.

Later on. Right, they shouldn't be doing this, they should be trying to fix Uncle Tello, they should be-

To my computer, Casey Jr! I can't type so you'll have to do it for me.

Uncle Tello's voice pulls him out of his reverie, and he hurries to do as he's told.

Uncle Tello walks him through passwords and then through navigating the OS. It's old and out of date compared to what they had in the future (Donatello's custom OS, better than the hacks at Apple and Microsoft, or so he said), but when Casey had called it old and out of date Donnie had gotten mad about that, too.

Ada Lovelace, this is old, says Uncle Tello's voice now, and incredibly Casey laughs again.

But they find what he's looking for and then input a series of commands into the command line. Casey isn't familiar with all of them, but if he had to guess, they just sent a video from late 2019 to every device in the lair.

Alright, mission accomplished, time to retreat, says Uncle Tello's voice, and he hurries out of the lab, just in time to hear a ping from the phone in his pocket.

He pulls it out and watches the video. It's Donnie, only slightly younger than the teen Casey now lives with, adjusting the camera before grinning and posing in front of it. He's in his lab, though a different one than the one here in the subway. He looks cocky.

He moves further back from the camera so his entire body is framed in its lens, then steps onto a skateboard. He glides in a circle for a moment, then jumps to try and do some kind of trick. Casey doesn't know the name of it, but what he does know is that Donnie's feet get caught in his board, and he ends up tumbling to the floor, crashing in an undignified heap, arms splayed out and face smooshed against the concrete.

It shouldn't be funny.

(It's pretty funny.)

It seems the others echo this sentiment, because suddenly Casey can hear laughter erupting from elsewhere in the lair.

"OMIGOSH! Barry, you gotta watch this!"

"HAHAHAHA BRO ATE SHIT!"

"Hah... Don't worry Donnie, I'm sure you'll get it next ti-hahahahaha!"

There's the sound of scurrying feet, and then Donnie slides into the hall, glaring at Casey who forgot he should be moving away from the crime scene.

"YOU!" he screeches.

Casey freezes. What is he supposed to say? What excuse does he have? The you in my head told me to do it? Yeah right.

Casey does the only sensible thing and turns to run.

Casey Jr?

Uncle Tello!?

What's happening now?

The other you is after me!

Oh. Well. Better run fast.

Casey turns on the speed, sprinting down the corridor and toward the only exit he knows, Donnie hot on his trail.

Why is every younger version of you so scary!?

Oh please, there's no way that scrawny, barely pubescent mess is scary. Have you ever heard his voice crack?

...Well, yeah...

See? Hilarious. And we didn't even have to pull up my browser history.

Okay, but none of this helped us fix anything.

Ah well. One problem at a time.

#dandy fanfiction #rottmnt #cass apocalyptic series #future casey #casey jones jr #future donatello #rise donatello #I'm sorry #I said this was silly but there's angst in here too but it's mainly silly #idk how cass will actually have them be #but in my head future donatello and present donatello exist to antagonize each other

[under-the-dirt]

Hi Liv, my dear mutual, who is hopefully warm right now, it's 29°F where I'm at, could I possibly have platonic 141 cuddles with reader to warm me up?

Take your time and stay warm :3

me too!!! i’m so cold here it’s actually 19 degrees right now. it’s so cold in my house at night and i wish i had a big man to cuddle so i wouldn’t suffer!!! i’d put my ice cold hands between his thighs and cuddle into his chest like ahhhh i wish my bf was built like one of the cod men.. <3

ALSO!! i’m making this one dif bc the last one was rly hard 2 write <3

pairing: taskforce 141 x gn!reader

tags: fluff, cold reader, cuddle puddle, sorry if i suck at writing gaz he’s the only one i don’t simp for </3 UNDER 13 DNI

Today was cold. Normally, you’d be okay, but the base’s heater was broken and you had no extra blankets to cuddle up with. You shivered beneath your thin blanket, curled up and cold.

John Price

You’re shivering in your room when he knocks on your door, opening it and seeing you all cold.

“Are ya cold?” You nod. “C’mere love.” He coos, crawling into your bed beside you, lifting the covers and climbing under. He wraps his large arms around your waist, calming your shivering almost instantly as his warmth seeps into you. You sigh as he pulls you to his chest, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and wrapping the blankets tighter around you.

“Thank you,” You whisper, and he chuckles, the vibrations running through your body and causing you to smile as well.

“Oh it’s no problem, I’m a little chilly too,” He chuckles, resting his chin in your hair and closing his eyes.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

He knocks on your door, expecting to find you doing some work or dancing like you do, surprised when he sees your shivering beneath the covers. He’d known it was cold in the base, but he’d just gotten used to it. The cold never really bothered him. He’d always run rather hot, as he was a large man, so he didn’t need heaters and excess blankets. Who knew such a thing could become such a gift, able to warm you up!

He crawled into your bed, wrapping his arms around your waist, turning you to face him and pulling you to his chest as he rubbed your lower back gently. He pretended not to notice as you nuzzled into him, curling up in his arms like a cat, your shivering ceased and you now happy and warm. He responded to your whispered thanks with a grunt, although he was quite happy on the inside.

John “Soap” Mactavish

He’d been annoyed by the cold, always preferring to be warm and cozy. He’d assumed the same about you when he saw you shivering in a hoodie around base before retreating to your room, not leaving for anything. So, why wouldn’t he go help out his little bird?

He opened your door, and as expected, you were shaking like a leaf beneath your thin blankets.

“Ye mus’ be freezin’ wi’ those thin blankets, aren’ ye?” He chuckles, tossing off his shoes and climbing into your bed, pulling you close to his chest. “Feelin better, aye?” He asks, and you respond with a nod.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Anytime, lovie.” He coos, closing his eyes as you nuzzle into his arms and fall asleep.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

He knew, after seeing you grab a blanket and run off to your room, that you were freezing. They all knew it was cold, you were just more susceptible, he supposed. So, naturally, he went to your room to find you hiding beneath your blankets, teeth chattering.

“Oh love, all cold aren’t we?” He coos, climbing into your bed and rubbing your arm. “Don’t worry.”

He climbs beneath the covers, turning you to face him and pulling you into his chest and stroking your hair gently as you fall asleep.

“There we go, much better,” He chuckles, and you nod.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, love.”

AHHH I WAS SO SCARED TO WRITE GAZ!!! IDKHOW BC I DON’T LOOK INTO HIS CHARACTER ALL THAT MUCH WASAHHH SOMEONE HELP ME IMPROVE MY GAZ WRITINGF anyways that’s a fun one!! asks cleared finally and i can stop feeling bad abt it!!

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[arc-misadventures]

The Beach: W

Jaune: Ughh… Another pervert blonde girl… I’ve got enough of them back home, I don’t need to deal with that shit here!

Weiss: You don’t need to deal with what?

Jaune: Ahh?! Oh hey, Weiss… (Whistle~!) I expected you would wear a white bikini, but that black really makes you stand out more. It really compliments… you…

Weiss: O-Oh… thanks…Ahem! So, what were you grumbling about?

Jaune: Ahh, yeah. Yang told me about her kinks…

Weiss: She told you about your kinks…?

Jaune: Yes… and, apparently I’m the target of her… fantasies…

Weiss: What fantasies…?

Jaune: …

Jaune: Do you really want to know?

Weiss: Sure, why not; I could use a good laugh.

Jaune: You’re funeral. Yang has a brother complex.

Weiss: Really? That’s interesting. And, I take it that you’re the, ‘big bro?’

Jaune: Or, ‘little bro.’ I have enough of this shit with my siblings, I don’t need my friends giving this shit too.

Weiss: Really? Well, considering, Yang’s familial history I would have suspected she would have a ‘mommy kink.’

Jaune: I could have bought that. Well, at least it’s not as weird, as Ruby’s tentacle kink.

Weiss: Ahh yes, Ruby’s particular… interest… She swiped my credit card to buy some of that filth.

Jaune: Ouch.

Weiss: ‘Ouch,’ indeed. Explaining that to my father was certainly… taxing.

Jaune: Ha. You probably couldn’t have gotten out of it by saying you have a daddy kink instead.

Weiss: I don’t have a daddy kink.

Jaune: You don’t?

Weiss: No I do not.

Jaune: Really? Thought because of your father, and lack of familial loving, you might…?

Weiss: Certainly not! My father would have turn me off to men entirely because of how he treated me, and my family. But, developing a father kink because of how he treated me… That is such a revolting thought.

Jaune: That’s… That’s a good point… Why didn’t I think about that…? I’m sorry, Weiss. I shouldn’t have assumed anything.

Weiss: It’s alright. It make sense from a certain point of view.

Jaune: So, if you don’t mind me asking, what do you mean by, ‘Turn me off all men?’

Weiss: Ahh yes, that… Well, for a time I thought all men were like my father, and I did not want to date a man like that.

Jaune: Smart choice.

Weiss: So I was put off by men, or the very least, those kind of men. However, because of my father… I indirectly developed my… kink…

Jaune: He did?!

Weiss: Because of all the vile, underhanded things my father did, he developed a number of enemies. Said enemies often said they would do various things to my family… things that I didn’t understand what they we’re talking about, until I look into them. And, swiftly fell down the rabbit hole…

Jaune: Okay…?

Weiss: I mean… The thought that some random man would grab me, gag me, and violate my body with his searing hot rode… Oh gods~! Those thoughts are so invigorating!

Jaune: Uhh… what?

Weiss: My hands bound behind my back, my mouth gagged, stifling my cries while I was taken roughly from behind. My cries for him to stop slowly fade away as I desire him to ravage me even more, even harder~! Ahhh~!

Jaune: Y-You like being dominated?

Weiss: Among other things. Being trapped, and unable to move as I am used like an absolute toy for their pleasure, and my pleasure. Me on my knees with someone holding my hair as they force me to take their co…?!

Jaune’s hand quickly went over, and covered, Weiss’s mouth to stop her from talking. An action he instantly regretted causing him to remove his hand from her mouth because of, Weiss’s rather unique reaction to it.

Weiss: (Mmmmm~!)

Jaune: D-D-Did you just moan?!

Weiss: Yeah~! Could you do that again~?

Jaune: N-N-No?!

Weiss: Oh please! You’re the only one I would do this with!

Jaune: You want me to… D-Dom you?!

Weiss: Yes! Make me your absolute bitch! And, do whatever you want with me!

Jaune: That’s it! I’m leaving!

Weiss: If you grow a beard, I’ll develop a daddy kink for you instead!

Jaune: AHHH!

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #ruby rose #jaune x weiss #weiss x jaune #rwby whiteknight

[arithestrawberry]

Drunk, and in love.

A very small fluff!

Intro: your drunk at a bar and find a pretty masked man called ghost. You drunk both in love and intoxicated. Shoot your shot!

Afab!reader, intoxication, over all fluff of my boy Simon.😔

Holy shit this bar is empty.. and holy shit your drunk. A group of soldier, or that’s what it seems from their pretty uniforms, masks, and vests. One catches your eye. A masked man with a creepy skull on his mask. And the prettiest fuckin eyes you’ve ever seen on a man.. whiskey brown like the liquor in his glass. holy shit, do you want him now.

He talks to his lads barely laughing seemingly more serious than the rest. You stare, more like gawk.. but how can you not. You’re intoxicated in two different ways and love both. He walks off to the bathroom you’d assume and you follow after. He turns a corner and you lose him. Right at the bathroom doors. Shit! You look around and finally feel hand on your shoulder. Iron grip. You turn around surprised. Only to see that pretty mask you’ve been gawking at. He questions your motives.

“What were you planning. I noticed you starin’ did you think it’d be that easy t—”

You drunkenly cut him off.

“Oh my goosshhh Hii..! SSorrry for staring your like.. realllly pretty.. wait is that rude-? Well. Handssssome!”

Obviously drunk Simon looks at you baffled.. this is now to him. So upfront. So drunk. He can’t help but chuckle, as you stare at him so pround of your confidence, and confession. You go to take a kiss

You hurk at the alcohol in your system making you sick.. and .. you black out. Only to be found awakened with the task force around you.. laugh and talking lively as ever. And a certain some ones jacket on laid pretty on your sleeping shoulders..

“She awake?”

Comes a heavy accent, Scottish maybe..?

“Think so- she did move.”

Says the bearded one.. they all turn to Simon and laugh getting up and walking over to pay their tabs. Simon looks at you as you sleepily look at him ever so slightly blushing. Half remembering what you’d done. Still tipsy, he just stares at you but if you could see his face a small smile would be there. You lean up. Apologizing for what you’d done and handing him his coat.

“Where ya goin’? Think you can kiss and run love?”

He stares into what feels like you soul.. then you hop down from your bar stool and your legs weaker you almost fall. He catches you of course. Grabbing you and carrying you bridal style as any gentleman would.

“I’ll take you home love. Now will it me mine or yours?”

“Wha-.. mine your your what?”

“Home. Of course.”

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AHHH!! ty for reading! I don’t write very often but this is what I live to write for. Idk personally I think Simon is sweet under all that military. Ghost tho..- he can be mean

It’s okay! I can fix him. (Probably not.)

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[v--143]

Coukd you do a lee!minho and ler!chan?

YES OMG I have no idea if I’ve done this duo before but if I haven’t then thank you SO much for requesting it I’m literally in love with their relationship

❕Trying something new❕This is a first-person pov fic!! It’s not long and is more of a tester than anything :) after finishing I realized, at least for my preference in reading, that 3rd person imo is better, but if you like this style more lmk! Keep in mind this is very much a *drabble* so there wasn’t much editing ^^

< Humiliated >

[Lee! Lee Know]

[Ler! Bangchan]

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I finished off with a smirk at the crowd of Stays in the distance. That solo stage was one of the more intense ones during the concerts, but it wasn’t anything impossible for me to handle. Lightsticks flew up across the crowd and the cheering made my ears fall deaf. It was a beautiful sight to see.. to which I boasted to the members about (obviously).

“Minho!! We love you Minho!! You’re so hot Lino!!�� I whisper-screamed into Changbin’s ear. He shoved me to one side as he told me Stays were screaming for everyone, not just me. As if he thought I didn’t know my performance was the best one!

“Yeah pssch but did you see the cheering for meeee? They were going insane! Lee Know! Lee Know!” I giggled as I was once again shoved to the other side of the couch as his hand was placed onto my ribcage.

Nope, none of that.

I quickly rolled off the couch and walked away before being embarrassed. If I’m tickled in front of anyone and it’s found out I’m one of the most ticklish members of the group… no. Not me. That’s too vulnerable, it’s too embarrassing for others to know.

I jogged over to my room and ran into Chan on the way.

“Hi” I said (cutely, of course).

He smiled as he shook his head.

“So you can act all cool on stage, tease Stay with your smirk, and practice your dances for hours until perfection… yet you can’t remember to give me back my favorite sweater.”

Shit, I forgot. And I have it on. Double shit.

“Ahhh I will now! Sorry Hyung I forgot again” I mean, I did forget. I was being sincere, but..

“Oohoh no this is like the fourth time you’ve forgotten. Imagine if- wha- is that a stain?! Lee Know!!!”

I didn’t stain it did I?! I looked down at the spot he was staring at and-

A big orangeish-pink splotch of what I’m assuming was my soup from earlier today looked back up at me. It was right on my ribs, how did I not see it before?!

“Come here.” Chan grabbed me by the arm and walked with me down to the kitchen. He looked pissed. Not actually pissed, of course, but as annoyed as can be. I had other things to do though! And I didn’t want him humiliating me in front of everyone else. I told him I’d have it clean by the end of the day, but he wasn’t having it.

“No, I want it now. And clean.”

“Well I can’t really do that now.. sorry hyung just wait a little bit-“ he didn’t let me finish as he began grabbing an array of cleaning supplies like Clorox wipes, a soft scrubbing tool, a rag, and some

“Yes you can do it now,” he said as he walked towards me, “I’ll help you”

I didn’t even have time to protest before he wrapped an arm around my waist and threw me onto the living room couch. He placed all other items on the floor and placed me on my side. I didn’t like where this was going, I didn’t even understand what was happening yet!

“This is the stain, right?” Chan asked as he pointed to the big splotch on the sweater, which sat above my ribs.

“Obviously dumbass” I replied. Snarky, I know, but I’m confused.

“Okay. Then stay still as I clean it.” With that, Chan grabbed a damp cloth, poured a few drops of soap on it, held my hip with one hand, and began to rub the cloth on the sweater with his other hand.

I don’t think I’ve yelled so loud in my life.

“FUhuhuck wait wahait!!” I yelled out. It’s too intense!!

“Nope, I’ve waited long enough”

What an ass!

“Careful hyung you might get kicked” Hyunjin intruded. I just shot him a glare and tried to cover my side.

“Oh no no no, hands up” Chan said.

I just stared at him (probably definitely blushing). Did he seriously expect me to keep my arms raised, here in the living room, in front of everyone, and not lower them?! He’s a madma-

“He’s too weak for that, hold on” I heard Changbin say. Who was he to help Chan and not me?!

“Ya don’t make this into a big deheheal!! Just let me go wash it and I’ll give it back-” I was cut off by Changbin forcefully grabbing my wrists and holding them barely above my chin, as if to taunt me by making me be so close to covering my sides but unable to do so.

“You clearly need some help figuring out how to keep things clean.. be ready to cover his mouth, Bin.” Chan said.

I had nowhere to go and nothing I could do except kick my legs out until Chan sat on them and began to harshly drag the rag up and down my ribs, digging in the entire way.

“AHAHehahahehaAHA WAhahit!! HahaHAHAE WhaHAHAIT!!” I laughed out loudly as he purposefully dug the rag into my side.

“This stain is a tough one..” he said.

“Noho it’s nOHOT!! AHAHAHA” I screamed as he kept going, “STOP! STOHOhohaHAHA”.

My face flushed red as I saw Chan and Bin simply watching me and laugh. I saw the other members, too, smiling over at me. I felt relieved humiliated.

I’ve never been one to beg anyone for anything. Ever. But..

“PLEHEASE! STOHOP PLease plehehease!! PlehahaHAHAHEA AAHHHHAHA” I yelled out as fast as I could until Chan began to slow down the pace.

“I think it’s mostly off now.. it’ll do.”

I was let go and immediately slammed my hands down to cover my sides, one wet from the soapy cloth. Chan giggled down at me as I quickly stood up and went to find another sweater. Idiot.

I changed quickly and threw Chan’s into the washer, not without a glare at him beforehand though.

#tword community #tword post #tword blog #tword thoughts #sfw twords #tword content #tword skz #skz tickle #kpop tickle #stray kids #stray kids fluff #sfw tickling community #tickle community #tickle fic #t word #ler chan #lee know

[storiesforallfandoms]

tale as old as time ~ eminem

word count: 3008

request?: yes!

“AHHH I love that this open request ... ok here goes ... Let's say, the reader goes to the Jimmy Fallon show or whatever and tells her story of how she, the reader (singer) and Marshall met at the beginning from the 2000s where there was a lot of flirtation between them at that time and they reconnected after he was sober and she divorced her first husband, they went public and fans and people were happy and had a daughter ... and add something else I feel something is missing here”

description: in which they went through some tough times in life until they finally came together years later

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of the rough parts of marshall’s life, mentions of cheating

masterlist (one, two)

The crowd cheered as you walked out to the live band’s music. You smiled at Jimmy and gave him a quick hug before sitting down in the chair across from his desk.

“Welcome back!” Jimmy said.

“Thank you! It’s good to be back. This is my first talk show in a while.”

“Since the birth of your daughter?”

You nodded with a smile on your face as the audience cheered again. “Since before she was born actually. I stopped when I was roughly seven months pregnant so that I could focus on the pregnancy and surviving the last few months.”

“And how is she doing?”

“She’s good! She’s a very happy baby. She rarely cries or fusses. She mostly sleeps through the night now which is a blessing.”

“And new dad is doing well?”

“Oh, he’s doing more than okay. He’s done this before so it’s nothing new for him at all.”

“It’s so crazy because no one even knew you two were together until you announced you were pregnant. Then you were suddenly married for like a year and you were about to have a baby. How did that happen?”

You smiled to yourself as you remembered back when you met Marshall for the first time.

~~~~~~

It was the early 2000s and you were still struggling to break into the music industry. You had written, produced, and recorded a short EP in hopes of finding a record label to sign you, or that the EP would sell enough that you could be an independent artist.

Neither happened, and you were left discouraged and broke.

You couldn’t remember how exactly you came to meet Marshall. It was a party in LA with a bunch of prominent musicians and producers. Realistically, there was no reason for you to be there, but you were. It was probably another attempt at getting yourself signed to a real record label. You couldn’t remember for sure, but you could remember the handsome, bleach blonde stranger who approached you.

“Want to get some fresh air?”

You were speechless by his good looks, so all you could do was nod.

You followed him out the doors into the front garden of the place where the party was held. You took a deep breath, grateful for the cold air. It was a stark juxtaposition to the warm, stuffy feeling you felt inside the party.

The handsome stranger chuckled. “You looked like you needed that.”

“I did,” you said. “All these producers in there, I felt like I was going to pass out if any of them even spoke to me.”

“You looked a little out of place there. No offense.”

You shook your head. “None taken. I am very out of place here. I don’t even know why I’m here.”

“I’d assume you’re here for the same reason the rest of us are: to kiss ass so our music is released and our careers are successful.”

The two of you laughed together. The weight of the night felt like it had been lifted from your shoulders. After spending most of the night on your own, you were glad to talk to someone who didn’t seem like a stuck up, big time musician.

“My name is Marshall, by the way,” he said.

“(Y/N). It’s nice to meet you.”

The both of you talked for a while about what brought you to the party. Marshall told you that he was a rapper who had recently been signed with Dr. Dre and Jimmy Iovine. He was there that night mainly to make an appearance leading up to his first album coming out, although he wanted to be home with his daughter instead of at a “stuck up Hollywood party” (his words).

The mention of his daughter sparked your interest, and caused you to feel a tug in your chest for some reason. “You have a daughter?”

His face let up as he pulled his wallet from his pocket. “Yeah, her name is Hailie.”

He showed you the picture he kept of the little girl in his wallet. It was a picture of him holding a toddle that looked like a mirror image of him. You smiled at it, but still felt a little sad at seeing it.

Why am I upset that this man I literally just met is likely a family man?

“What about you?” he asked as he pocketed his wallet again. “What brings you to a big Hollywood music party?”

“Desperation,” you admitted. “I’m trying to get myself signed, to very little avail.”

“It’s not easy to get yourself signed and out there. It’s a lot of hard work and a lot of rejection.”

“You’re telling me. I spent so much of my savings to make this stupid demo EP and no one will even listen to it.”

“Wait, you made a whole EP on your own?”

“Yeah. I’ve been writing songs since I was a freshman, so when it came to pick one to record a demo with I had trouble. I ended up just making all of them into an EP. I was hoping I could sell it independently if I couldn’t get signed.”

“Do you have any copies with you?”

“Not tonight.”

Marshall pulled a pen from his pocket and grabbed your hand. You watched in confusion as he wrote something on it.

“That’s my address in Detroit,” he said. “Mail me a copy when you can. I want to hear it.”

You were so shocked that you weren’t sure what to say. You just nodded in response.

You spent the rest of the night with Marshall, just talking and enjoying his company. When you noticed the other guests were beginning to leave, you felt a little down. You didn’t want the night to end. You wanted to stay here and spend more time with Marshall. The more you got to know him, the more you found yourself growing close to him. You hoped he was feeling the same way about you.

“I guess we should get going before they kick us out of here,” he said.

You tried not to let your disappointment show. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Do you have a way out of here?”

You nodded. “I drove myself here, so my car is parked somewhere among that chaos. What about you?”

“Dre has a ride for me.”

Your shoulders slumped a little, but if Marshall noticed he didn’t say anything. “Well, it was nice to meet you. Thanks for keeping me company during this. If you hadn’t approached me, I probably would’ve gone home hours ago in a much worse mood than I’m currently in.”

“I’m glad I talked to you, too. You’re really cool, (Y/N).”

You smiled and put a hand out towards him, a lame attempt to stall having to part ways. You were shocked when Marshall ignored your handshake and instead brought you into a hug. You took in his warmth and the sweet scent that was coming off of him. It was so inviting that you wished this moment would last forever.

When Marshall pulled away, you both started to walk off in your own directions. Before you could get too far away, Marshall called over his shoulder, “Don’t forget to send me that EP!”

“I won’t!” you called back.

When Marshall was mostly out of sight, you excitedly raced back to your car. You checked your hand to make sure you hadn’t smudged the address he had given you before turning on your car and heading back to your apartment.

You were extremely glad you hadn’t discarded all the extra discs of your EP that hadn’t sold like you originally planned. You dug the box full of them out of your closet and took one to send to Marshall. You decided to include a little note with it as a way of hinting at him that you wanted to keep in touch beyond your moment at the party.

“I hope you enjoy the product of many weekends staying home to write songs and the majority of the money I had been saving since I was 16 years old. If you have any notes, or you just want to talk in general, here’s my number (xxx) xxx-xxxx”

You stuck the note onto the album case before packaging it and writing the address Marshall had given to you. You made sure it write it very clearly so that it wouldn’t get lost in the mail. The next morning, you got up and mailed the package, excitement running through you at the anticipation of Marshall calling you once he got it.

But he never did. You waited weeks and weeks, and soon those weeks became months and months. No calls, no messages, no nothing.

You would’ve been disappointed if you hadn’t finally gotten signed to a record label and finally broke out onto the music scene. And if you hadn’t met your first husband in that time.

~~~~~~

Years passed and your career was thriving. You were one of the top pop artists, the most desired to collaborate with or to go see in concert. It was the type of success you had never even dreamed of when you were sat in your bedroom writing songs as a teenager.

You didn’t cross paths with Marshall again for a very long time. For the most part, you had managed to forget all about him. Of course you were constantly seeing his name in the media or hearing his voice on the radio. He had become one of the most successful rappers of all time since the night you two had met all those years ago, so it was hard to completely avoid him. But you had pushed that night out of your mind for the most part. You figured if it meant so little to him that he didn’t even call you or anything, that it didn’t need to mean that much to you either.

It wasn’t until the beginning of the 2010s that you ran into Marshall again. You were on the way to a photoshoot when you decided to stop into a near by fast food place and grab something to eat. It was mostly empty due to it being so early in the morning, but you still kept your head down in hopes of not being recognized and swarmed.

You were just receiving your order when a familiar voice asked, “(Y/N)?”

You turned around and nearly dropped your bag of food on the floor.

Marshall.

He was much different than the man you had met all those years ago. His bleach blonde hair was grown out into his natural brown color, his face had aged slightly but not by much, and he had considerably more tattoos than he had that night you met. But, at the same time, he still looked the same somehow.

“Hey,” you said. “It’s...uh...it’s nice to see you.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you too.”

The tension could be cut with a knife. It lingered in the air for a long time before one of the workers asked you to step aside so they could serve another customer that was waiting.

“Do you...do you want to sit for a while, maybe?” Marshall asked. “Maybe catch up?”

You debated on telling him no, that you were running late for an important photoshoot, but neither of those things were true. You still had plenty of time to get to your photoshoot, and it was just for a magazine article that was being written about you. You’d also be lying if you said you weren’t curious as to why he hadn’t called you before now.

So, you both found an empty table tucked away from the rest of the restaurant and sat down. You opened your bag and started to eat the food you had ordered, an attempt to stall having to talk to him as long as you could.

“I’m glad your career took off after,” Marshall said, breaking the silence first. “Your music is really good. You deserve all the hype you’re getting.”

“Thanks,” you responded. “You’re not doing too bad yourself.”

He shrugged. “I feel like I’m given maybe too much praise, but I’ll take it while I still can. Not everyone is lucky to have a continuously great career that spans as long as mine has so far.”

You wanted to ask him so bad why he hadn’t called. You wanted to ask if he ever even listened to the EP, or if it had gotten lost in the mail and he didn’t receive it. You wanted to know why it took so long for the two of you to get back in touch.

He answered one of your unasked questions for you when he said, “I did listen to that demo EP after.”

“Ah, so it did make it to you,” you said.

“Yeah it did. It was really good, especially for something that you put together on your own.”

“Thanks.” There was a brief pause before you forced yourself to ask, “Did you ever read the note I sent with it?”

“I did.”

“Then why didn’t you ever call?”

The question was out there, but you wished desperately to take it back. Marshall sat back in his chair and let out a sigh and you had a feeling you may not like the answer he was about to give you.

“I should’ve,” he finally said after a while. “You didn’t deserve to be left waiting like that. I really wanted to call you, I swear. But I was...I was really fucked up (Y/N). I had so many issues, so much that I had to work through. I was in a shitty relationship with Hailie’s mom, I was legally fighting my own mother, I lost my best friend, I developed a really bad addiction that almost killed me. It was so much, but all I wanted was to call you and to talk to you because that one night that we had together made me feel the most normal that I had ever felt since getting signed with Dre. But I couldn’t bring you into the life I was living. It wouldn’t be fair to you. You deserved better than what I was at that point in time.”

You sat in silence, taking in what Marshall had told you. You had heard he had gone to rehab after nearly dying from a drug overdose, but you hadn’t known just how bad things were at the time. It made sense why Marshall didn’t call you. There was no way you could’ve known all of this, but now you felt bad for being so upset over him not getting in touch with you. It seemed like such a trivial thing now considering what Marshall had gone through.

“And it seems like you got that better person,” Marshall added. “I heard you got married a few years back.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah, no that definitely was not better. The fucker cheated on me a year into our marriage. I served him the divorce papers immediately after I found out. Apparently he’s still with the bitch though, so good for them I guess.”

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

You shook your head. “It’s fine. It’s in the past. I wrote an incredibly well received album about it.”

Marshall chuckled at your joke and you smiled at him. All the tension had eased off between you and now it felt like no time had passed between that first night that you met. You felt like you were falling back into those conversations, into that playfulness, into that moment of happiness you had experienced with him.

“What about you and Kim?” you asked. “How are things there?”

Marshall waved away your comment. “Long over. We’re working on being more civil with one another for the girls’ sake, but there’s nothing romantic there anymore. There hasn’t been for a long time.”

You felt your heart flutter. So, we’re both single at the same time.

No, wait, I can’t be thinking like that. We’re only just reconnecting. It’s way too soon to be trying to jump his bones again. Besides, I don’t even know if he’d like me like that.

As if reading your thoughts, Marshall asked, “Are you busy tonight?”

You shook your head in response, but then stopped. “Wait, I mean I do have a photoshoot in about an hour, but I don’t think it’ll last too long into the night.”

“Do you want to - I don’t know - see a movie or something?”

“I-I’d love to.”

Marshall took his phone from his pocket and passed it to you. “Here, program your number in.”

You did as he asked and passed the phone back to him. “Do you promise to actually call me this time?”

He chuckled and nodded his head.

You were reluctant to part away again, but you eventually had to in order to get to your photoshoot on time. You bid farewell to Marshall and left the restaurant, a new bounce in your step.

~~~~~~

“And that’s the story,” you said to Jimmy. “We went on a couple of dates, made things official. He proposed about two years ago and we got married in secret shortly after. We wanted to keep things lowkey because Marshall is such a private person, but it’s hard to keep a pregnancy quiet when I found out just as my next album was in the works meaning I’d be doing interviews and potentially a tour with a developing baby bump.”

“Yeah, I think if you came out here with a bump out of nowhere after seemingly being single for so long, we’d all have many questions,” Jimmy said. “But that’s such a cute story.”

“It’s a tale as old as time. Girl meets boy, girl likes boy, girl and boy lose touch as their careers take off, girl and boy reconnect and start a romance.”

“There’s some incredibly specific parts in there, but yeah overall it’s basically a classic love story.”

#eminem #eminem imagine #eminem x reader #marshall mathers #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[creature-wizard]

"True Christians don't do X!"

Look. There is just no objective way to define what make a "true" Christian. Any definition you give comes from your own personal biases.

Also, there's a bunch of people who would claim that you aren't a true Christian based on their own biases.

What are ya gonna do about it, have yet another "nuh-uh! nuh-uh! no, you!" slapfight? Are you going to have another tiresome debate in which you're both absolutely certain that you're the ones with the Real True Objective Understanding of the Bible? Ahhh yes, that's worked out so well for us all so far, hasn't it?

There's just no point in trying to quibble who qualifies as a "true Christian" or not. None whatsoever. It doesn't solve any problems, much less the problem of certain groups of Christians particularly hateful and destructive.

"Oh but not all Christians are like that-"

Oh buddy, I know this. In fact, I probably know much more about the diversity of practices and beliefs among people who profess to believe in Jesus as the Messiah than you. Which is, in fact, one more reason why I'm against this whole "true Christians practice/believe X-" rhetoric. You have no idea just how many Christians you're dismissing out of hand simply because their Christianity doesn't work exactly like yours.

You have no idea how deeply chauvinistic you're being by assuming that you practice the most objectively correct version of Christianity. Yes, this includes your assumption that being a Christian involves reading the New Testament. Christianity didn't begin with the New Testament; it began with a group of people who decided that this one guy was the messiah. People were Christian for hundreds of years before the New Testament was even a thing, and the New Testament only represents a tiny fraction of what early Christianity was like.

"Okay but X opinion isn't in the New Testament!"

Are you sure? Like, have you read the New Testament lately? Like, do you even know what's in the Gospel of John aside from John 3:16? Do you really? Are you just unaware that the Gospel of Matthew puts collective culpability for Jesus's crucifixion on all Jews for all time? The fact is, there are some garbage takes in the New Testament, because the books and letters New Testament was written by a bunch of people, some of whom had some pretty garbage opinions about some things.

If you genuinely think it's really messed up when Christians are racist and antisemitic, or generally bigoted in other ways, maybe instead of whining "not all Christians!" at the people who call this out, maybe ask yourself what you can actually do about these problems. How can you fight these hatreds that other Christians are perpetuating?

If you won't do that, then you never really cared about racism or antisemitism. You only care about your religion's public image.

#christianity #christians #racism #antisemitism

[ddymarie]

AGAPE

Introduction

" Ahhh, could you believe it?! We're in high school now" said the joyful pink girl to your left shaking you back and forth

That was your best friend Mina.

You've known Mina since the 7th grade. You were the new girl in middle school at the time shy and quiet but defensive just as you are now still. Mina Ashido was one of the first to introduce herself. One sleepover was all it took make you inseparable.

" U.A to be exact. " said the red head to your left flexing his muscular

That was Ejiro Kirishima. Your other best friend. He was your first crush in middle school. But you assumed you weren't really his type and grew outta it. You began to talk to him more after that

Together you three were the ultimate trio

" guys, guys listen, chill out. Yes this is fun it's a big school new friends new first times it all exciting but our future-"

" BOO! Y/N enough of the future talk, live in the moment. " Mina said while her arm wrapped around your shoulder.

A big wave of anxiety washed over you as you walked through the big doors. A lot of older kids. Adults. A bunch on lockers.

'Geez it's bright' I thought looking out at the windows to my left.

'1-A'

The three of you walked up to the sign and sighed

Mina squeezed your hand tightly before letting go and rushing into the room.

Eijiro stuck beside you though.

" together? " he said looking down at me hands in his uniforms pockets

" y-yeah, sure " I said

Opening the door I walked in first. him behind me.

I stopped dead in my tracks. The class room was loud. Really loud. I was shocked looking at the sight in front of me.

Mina stood in the back of the class room surrounded by students

" looks like she already made friends " I said standing in front of the class room with ei

Mina was break dancing...

" Go! go! go! " kids shouted

" Hey! Those are my friends! " the girl shouted

Oh no...

Oh no, no no no. Mina you did not!

Ei started walking toward the crowd and they cheered.

" dude you got some sick as muscles man " said a boy with yellow hair

Denki kaminari.

Then there was ei. Showing off. Flexing.

"This school gonna gas his head up" I assumed.

The bell had rung and class had begun.

" alright settle down " a man with long black hair entered the room.

" I am shouta aizawa. But to you Mr. Aizawa " he introduced himself to us.

The class settled down and got quiet

"Welcome to U. A. This year you will began your journey to becoming hero's yay! " Mr. Aizawa said with no enthusiasm at ALL.

" for our first lesson we will be heading outside"

-outside*

" well to explain this bluntly for the air heads in the field. This test will see how far you can throw ball using your quirk. Up not down. Anything below the clouds will give you a zero. Understood? "

" Yes, Mr" some of us said

"Pretty harsh isn't he? " I said turning to my new friend midoryia izuku

" it'll all pay off in the end " he reassured

"Alright first up .... You" he pointed to the now red midoryia

" i-i-i " he stammered and froze up

Just then he fell on his knees. He was pushed.

A laugh was heard from behind us...

As he was being helped up I turned to look at the culprit who laughed

" excuse you?! " I said " that was rude. How could you push him? " I said looking at the blond behind me he did nothing but side eye me " shut the fuck up, and mind ya business " he said sternly.

I had no words for this disrespect and turned away checking on the victim

" are you okay? " I asked

" yes I'm well Kacchan is a close friend of mine. I don't pay any mind to his actions anymore " the boy defended

" friends dont hit each other, I would've made Mina- or anyone apologize " I said

" I assure you it's okay " he said with a bright smile on his face as he dusted his knees. walking to the small base ball plate

I stood back in my spot looking behind me at the boy who looked away from me immediately wiping a small smile off his face.

✧༺✦✮✦༻∞ ∞༺✦✮✦༻✧

New series

'Agape'

Requested *

For Tag list comment below

Tag list:

@archer-fb

#bnha x you #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugo smut #bakugo x black reader #mha smut #katsuki smut #bakugou smut

[creative-kny-fics]

I ask for these 2 alot.. so I'll be adding genya into the mix :3

Could you do

Switches: Sanemi/Giyuu/Genya?

(From when they were kids if that's okay with you?)

Well, I don't know if you remember that many thought that Tsutako lived close to Sanemi's house. So let's assume that they are friends since they were little!

Switch: Giyuu Tomioka, Sanemi Shinazugawa and Genya Shinazugawa

'Not here yet?' 'Not yet...', Sanemi was getting impatient, a friend of his had promised to come and play with him.

'Sanemi! Genya! Giyuu is here!', both brothers ran and pulled their friend into the house. 'Oh.. Excuse me Tsutako, you can trust me, they will be safe here'

'I have no doubts about that. Thank you very much again', Tsutako said goodbye and left the house'.

Shizu saw the 3 little ones playing and sighed happily, seeing her children laugh gave her strength.

'I'll go buy something for lunch, it'll only take a few minutes. Sanemi, Genya, take care of your brothers. Oh and also take care of Giyuu, treat him well!'

'Yes mom!', Shizu smiled and left the house as fast as she could. 'And then? What do we do? Do you know any game?'

'No, my sister is always the one who decides the game. How about hiding?'

'Good idea! I count!', Sanemi covered his eyes and began to count. Giyuu and Genya ran out and hid very well, well, in quotes.

'9...10! Ready or not! Here I come!', Sanemi looked around the house, fixed his gaze in a corner, saw a purple garment that was moving. 'Oh, wow! It seems that they have hidden very well! I'll go look around here!'

Genya laughed quietly, wondering what he had gotten away with.

'Booo!'

'Ahhh! Hey-! Ehehehehehe! Nehehemi!'

'Well, I found you~. It was too easy, you should have hidden better, now, you will be punished for being found!'

Sanemi laughed and placed his fingers on Genya's sides, squeezing and softening his hips sometimes.

'EAHAHAHAHAH!! NEHEHEMI NOHOHOHO!! YOHOHU WIHIHIN!! I GIHIVE UHUHUP!!'

'I know! Well, I'll stop because I still have to find Giyuu!'

Sanemi left him brother and patted his brother's head before getting up and looking for Giyuu.

'Giyuu~! Come here~! I will find you~! You're not going to get away from me~!', Giyuu covered her mouth with both hands, trying to fight the anticipatory giggles coming out of her mouth.

'Hmmm...I don't think he's here...Come here~!', Giyuu saw Sanemi move away a bit and sighed in relief.

Bad mistake, Giyuu was so confident that he didn't realize that Sanemi ran and hugged him from behind. 'I found you~!'

'Hey-! You got me!'

'Your punishment is still missing, Giyuu!', Giyuu looked at him confused, until one of Sanemi's hands dug into his armpits. 'Gyah! Sahahanehehehemi! why?! Ehehehehehe!'

'Easy! I found them and as punishment, they get tickled!'

Sanemi lowered his fingers and dug into Giyuu's ribs, holding him tight as he almost fell to the ground. 'EHEHEHEHEHE! NOHOHOHO! NOHOT THEHEHERE!!'

'Woah! You are more ticklish than Genya! Come on Giyuu, admit defeat!' Sanemi laughed, slightly sneering when his friend refused to accept it. 'Come on~! Accept that I won~!'

'GEAHAHAHA!! OK! OKAHAHAY! YOHOHOU WIHIHIN!!', Giyuu fell to the ground, gasping for air.

Sanemi jumped up and laughed proudly at his victory.

'Are you sure you've won?!'

Genya yelled, running up and knocking him brother to the ground, then sitting on top of him. 'Genya?! What are you doing?!'

'Having our revenge, duh! Giyuu! Come here and help me!'

Sanemi struggled against his brother, but his struggle changed to trying not to laugh as Genya dug his fingers into his hips, kneading gently but deftly.

'Giyuu! Go get his feet! It's a bad spot for him!'

'Whahahat?! Dohon't you dahahare!'

Giyuu complied, lightly running his fingers along the arch of Sanemi's foot, having to grab his feet as he started kicking hard.

'NOHOHOHO!! GIHIHIYUU! GEHEHENYAHAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAHAP!!'

Well Sanemi... to be honest, I don't think Giyuu and Genya will let you go after you're the one who started this

#demon slayer tickling #demon slayer tickle #ler!sanemi #lee!sanemi #ler!giyuu #lee!giyuu #ler!genya #lee!genya

[vwritesaus]

For ask game, 5., 7., 9. & 10. & 12. 🤍

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hey lovely!! i assume this is for the procrastination ask game hehe thanks for sending them in ♡

5. ⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

ahhh probably the final chapter of dear christopher! it's sitting there staring at me and begging to be finished. after that, i'm not sure which one will be next 🤔 there's plenty to choose from, that's for sure ahaha

7. 🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

okay given i've posted plenty of ch5 snippets already, i'm gonna take a leap and give you another sneak peek into a future scene in timeless ✨

      ‘Hi, Alastair. Alright?’       ‘Yeah. You?’       Thomas smiles sheepishly at him. ‘Ahh, I’ve got a bit of a headache, but I’m alright otherwise.’       Alastair snorts and says dryly, ‘That’s what you get for drinking so quickly.’       ‘I was nervous!’ Thomas cries as he drops into the chair next to Alastair and dumps his bag by his feet. Alastair would panic about the fact that this is the first time they’ve ever sat together like this but Thomas continues with, ‘I’m not a party type, and I’m not fond of crowds, so when I’m in situations like that with a bunch of strangers, I… well, I either spend my time eating like a horse or drinking whatever gets put into my hands.’       ‘That’s very dangerous,’ Alastair scolds. Then he smiles. ‘You’re an introvert?’       Wincing, Thomas mutters, ‘Yeah… sort of.’

yes i'm aware it's more than a sentence, and so what?

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

oh geez, there's a ton of those! thomastair in their thirties and forties, more missing scene fics from canon, and i'd like to dip my toes into writing other ships/characters too like herondaisy, arianna and gracetopher - not to mention our TID gang (ESPECIALLY sophideon, my beloveds ♡). oh and more aus of course, because i wouldn't be living up to my username if i didn't want to write those ahaha

10. 🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

the clown emoji is so fitting here 😭 guys, you don't understand. it's not only tsc/tlh i have wips for. it's hq!! ones too. i don't even want to count how many of those i've got well over 40, give or take, probably more. that's just me guessing tho.

as for tsc/tlh, i've got 12 going at the moment + 1 i haven't started writing yet send help

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

you are so sweet !!! thank you thank you thank you for all your support ;;;; it means so much ♡

writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s) asks

#asks ♡ #celias #ask game #the last hours #dear christoper #timeless #i should really stop procrastinating/having life get the better of me huh? 😂 #how can i wait when queue are so beautiful?

[enha-hype]

maeumi & me - ch 21 : something love

a/n : this chapter alternates between written parts and tweets/texts so be sure to read them in order!

w.c. : around 1.5k

Even though Jungwon brushed off Jake's concerns, the truth is that the pain is starting to really bother him now. But he doesn't want to trouble anyone and besides, it isn't so bad that it's unbearable, so he decides to just put up with it until the morning when he could go buy himself some pain relievers. The late nights and work stress must be getting to him. He presses his fingers to his temples, massaging himself, which helps a little. He puts on some light music and leans back against the couch, closing his eyes and hoping to maybe fall asleep, but to no avail. It's partly because of the pain and partly because his mind is still buzzing with the image of you from earlier in the evening – the way your eyes lit up upon seeing him, your wide grin that made his heart skip a beat, the way you complained that you had missed him in an almost accusatory tone like you somehow knew he'd been avoiding you on purpose...

His thoughts are interrupted by Maeumi licking his ankle. Smiling, he bends down to scratch his ears. “Oh hi Maeumi, what's this you've got here?”

You don't know why, but you find it hard to not smile every time your phone pings with a text message from Jungwon. Especially since they've been a rare occurrence these past few days.

Won : Why is Maeumi suddenly so determined on bringing me every sock he can find?

You chuckle, thinking about all the times Maeumi's done that with you as well, ever so diligently. And then you remember why he does it and frown.

You : He used to do it with me whenever I was sick or upset about something.... Are you okay, Won?

Won : Ahhh

A couple of minutes pass and there's no other reply.

You : Won???

Won : Hi sorry. Um, would you believe me if I told you that I'm completely fine and he just started doing it out of nowhere?

Nonetheless, that is so freaking sweet 😩 I feel all warm knowing he cares about me enough to want me to feel better (even though I'm fine, really). I thought I was just some dude he liked hanging out with but he's truly accepted me 🥹

You : 1) Nope I don't believe you one bit

2) I think he accepted you long back when he marked his territory by peeing on your carpet

He chuckles, absentmindedly massaging his throbbing forehead. The light from the phone screen makes it worse but he wants to talk to you.

Won : Damn Y/n, you didn't even hesitate 💀 So it's his bark word over mine huh? 😔

And lmao yayy me

You : In certain matters I trust Maeumi more and it's not surprising as to why – you were lying, weren't you?

Won : Okay yeah but it's just a little headache so I was practically right

Ugh, how did it not strike you earlier? You were so happy to see him that you didn't even pause to question why he was home on a weekday. Or how tired he had looked.

You : Is it bad? Did you try taking any painkillers?

Won : Nahh, it's nothing really. And no, I ran out of Ibuprofen like a month ago and forgot to restock lol. But it's fine like I said, I can hardly feel it.

You : You want me to believe that you took a day off over nothing? Really Won?? Fine have you had your dinner at least?

Won : Umm I'm not really hungry rn

You : It's pretty late, you should still eat something

Won : I'll feel nauseous if I eat

You : Alright that's it

When you didn't say anything else after that last message, Jungwon just assumed you had gotten tired of trying to be helpful while he dismissed all your questions, and had gone on to do other work that was actually important. The last thing he expected was for you to show up at his door.

And yet here you are, less than 10 minutes later. Jungwon stands in the doorway gaping at you. You wait for a while, and when it doesn't seem like he's going to unfreeze anytime soon you decide to just let yourself in.

It's impossible not to smile when you hear the tap tap tap of Maeumi's paws hitting the floor as he comes running to greet you, wagging his fluffy little tail excitedly. “Hi babieee!” You crouch down to pet him and let him lick you to his heart's content, because God knows he's not gonna calm down until you give him the attention he needs.

You sneak a glance at Jungwon and gosh, there's that confused bunny face again. It's so insanely cute you want to walk over to him and squish his cheeks. Your cheeks turn red at the thought, and you immediately brush it away. Straightening up, you head to the kitchen. You fill a glass with water and walk back to Jungwon, handing it to him along with the Ibuprofen you'd brought with you.

“I've ordered Jjajangmyeon for the both of us, it'll be here in ten,” you announce as you turn towards the kitchen again, with both Jungwon and Maeumi trailing behind this time.

“Wha– what are you doing?”

You fill the kettle with water halfway through. “Making chamomile tea. It helps with headaches,”

“You came all the way here at 10.30 pm for this when you have an assignment due tomorrow???” His eyes are wide with incredulity.

Seriously? He's not well and your stupid assignment is what he's worried about? “The assignment can wait. You clearly don't know how to take care of yourself because at this rate you'll only end up making the pain much worse,”

“I can take care of myself just fine! I am fine!!” he protests, trying to take the kettle from you.

“Sure, you look it Won. Those dark circles and your ghastly pale complexion are truly the epitome of pink health,” you retort and he sulks. You have to resist the urge to smile because God, why is he so adorable? “Now come here,” you grab him by his arm and drag him back to the living room. The contact makes his skin tingle, and he tries not to give it too much thought. “No moving from here until I say so,” you sit him down on the couch and head back to get the tea ready, ignoring his whines of protest.

After dinner, he assures you that he’s feeling better already. He tells you he’ll be fine if you leave, and he's so convincing you almost believe him. That is, until he goes to fetch your bag and stumbles and almost falls flat on his face. Needless to say there was no getting you to leave after that. Jungwon wasn't too happy about it but he sure wasn't upset either.

Fortunately, you had brought your laptop with you, predicting that you might end up staying over. You look at the time – it's just a little over 11, which is not too late, at least not by your standards. If you stay up for an hour or two, you should be able to finish the assignment. You honestly don't mind - you're just happy you were able to help Jungwon in some way. And selfishly, you kind of like that you get to spend time with him at least this way, especially after not seeing him for so long. Well, it felt long anyway.

* * *

“No offense, but I’m really more of a coffee person,” Jungwon says, scrutinizing the beverage in the cup he’s holding.

You sit on the opposite end of the table, your gaze stern. “I don’t care. You’re drinking it.”

He sighs and takes a tentative sip. Scrunches up his face. “Nope, definitely not my cup of tea,” he confirms, and then laughs at his own unintended pun.

You have to suppress a laugh of your own but don't let it show. “Plug your nose if you have to. Finish it.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re no fun,” he mumbles but does as he’s told.

* * *

After a lot of fussing and arguing, Jungwon finally concedes to letting you sleep on the couch. There's no way you would have him sleep anywhere but on his own bed, where he would be most comfortable, especially when he's not feeling his best. Besides, you remind him, you need to stay up late to finish your work, and the couch would be more practical. He starts apologising again for inconveniencing you, and you threaten to make him drink more chamomile tea which effectively shuts him up.

So it's no wonder that when he's all settled in bed and turned off the lights, he's a little surprised to see your silhouette walk in. He watches curiously as you pull up a chair next to his bed and take a seat.

“Where exactly does it hurt?” you ask.

He frowns, touching his forehead. “What are you– holy crap that feels good...”

You chuckle, relieved that he can't see or feel the way you hands are slightly trembling from nervousness. The side of your palm brushes against his warm forehead as you gently press the ice pack onto it – you had brought that along with the tea packet and the pills. You hadn't thought much of it before, but now that you're actually here doing it, it suddenly feels so intimate. But weirdly, it feels natural too. You brush some of his hair out of the way so you can cover all the spots - temple, forehead, temple. You alternate between the three, a comfortable silence settling over the two of you.

“I can do it myself you know,” he says quietly.

“I know. I also know that it feels better when someone else does it for you.” You're glad you waited until he turned the lights off to do this, because you get the feeling you would've been a blushing mess otherwise.

Jungwon is glad too, not just because the darkness helps alleviate the pain, but also because for some reason his eyes have gotten a little misty now, and he's glad you can't see it.

“Thank you,” he sighs, his pain and consciousness drifting away soon after.

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#soooo ig this turned into a bit of hurt comfort #hehe #kpop fluff #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen smau #enhypen x gender neutral reader #kpop smau #yang jungwon social media au #kpop imagines #tag : maeumi & me #yang jungwon x reader #jungwon fluff #yang jungwon smau #yang jungwon #enhypen x reader #enha fluff #enhypen #enhypen hurt/comfort

[i-sveikata]

Oh GIRRRLLLL

I honestly expected angst but got such soft interactions from this chapter! I mean, yes, Vegas was very filthy in his thoughts but also very sweet? I love him even if he doesn't love himself. Vegas feelings about himself are something we all assumed so no surprises here. It still hurts how badly abused he was and how it all turned him how he is now. Our childhood creates what we are in the future. It's another reason why I'm glad his father is finally dead.

I knew Vegas was in love with Pete. But OMG. His thoughts are so sweet and wholesome. He is so smitten 😂 If he could tell Pete he loves him, he would every hour. The complements!!

It's also nice to really see how he regrets all the hurt he has done to Pete. His confusion in the shower was really worrying. He is scarred as well by this time in the safehouse and will never forget. But I admire his determination to not hurt Pete ever again. Just this shows how much he means to him. I hope Pete's grandmother sees it too 😭

I hoped so bad that the talk would happen in this chapter. But ah, it's okay. I can wait 😩 But I know the conversation is not going to be pleasant. If Pete feels safe enough to sleep side by Vegas it should convince her it's okay?? Right?? 😭

After these few chapters with constant action, danger and sex, it really feels so calm. I loved their conversation about the future. They really needed that. And omg, finally they realized they can just lay together, talk and feel satisfied with it too. Vegas needs to learn he doesn't need to perform all the time to keep Pete's time and attention. And I loved Pete's reassurance that we won't leave. He doesn't want to leave. And that Vegas is more than that.

This chapter left me with this warm feeling. Not counting the dread of the upcoming confrontation 😅

Thank you for this! I loved it so much! 😊❤️

Ohhhhh right I guess I meant more internal angst?? Rather than relationship angst lol the only yikes moment was when Vegas thought they were back in the safe house and freaked Pete out too

Omg but yesss so much softness between them this chap they really are just so relieved that they’re both alive tbh haha yeah Vegas is a mixture of horny and romantic devotion for sure. Ahhh yeah we all saw that coming from the way he already treats himself having no concern for his own life and body his pov is really not all that surprising. Ugh yeah his dad sucks so bad we are very glad that he’s dead

Yesssss as soon as they get the I love yous out Vegas is going to be a totally menace like constantly telling Pete how much he adores him. Pete is going to be low key flustered for the rest of his life hahahah

Oh yeah that moment in the shower was VERY bad for him because Vegas’ low self esteem is already telling him that he’ll never deserve Pete and that he’s going to lose him but Vegas so desperate for his love that he wants to try anyway!!!! Despite!! Despite!!!That promise to himself not to physically hurt Pete again is just another way that Vegas is trying to prove to himself that he might be able to be good. That he can control his worst impulses. That maybe despite everything his father has told him he could somehow get this one thing right for pete. That’s why he freaked out so much about Pete’s wrist. That was his last hope going up in flames before his very eyes!!!

Oh lol the showdown with Pete and his grandmother feat drugged up Vegas is going to be VERY interesting hahah but they are going to find some kind of common ground don’t worry!

Yea was very important that they get the chance to just slow down for a second and be together (even if they had to be physically unable to move around in order to make that happen lol) but yes they are both steadily learning that they’re good for each other in these moments. That they both know how to take care of the other person (and that they understand each other enough that they can recognise when the other is holding on by a thread and needs that support) Whatever this fucked up thing between them is it seems to be working!! Not withstanding having to talk to Pete’s grandma about it hahahah

#fic asks #ill fill the graveyards until i have you

[incomprehensiblelentils]

OH MAN the new Warriors book was so much

BIG SPOILIES BELOW THE CUT FOR WARRIORS: A STARLESS CLAN: THUNDER LOL

Previously on Warriors: protagonists 1 (Sunbeam of ShadowClan) and 2 (Nightheart of ThunderClan) are in love and have switched Clans multiple times to be with each other; they are dealing with anti-immigration sentiment from Sun’s mom and general rumblings of conflict amongst the Clans. Protagonist 3 (Frostpaw of RiverClan) is The Most Traumatized Teen Cat Ever, having been put in charge of choosing the new leader despite being the equivalent of a 15yo and then being trapped while her mother got eaten by dogs in front of her, and THEN having a traumatic vision of their dead deputy getting murdered, and THEN barely surviving a murder attempt on herself.

AND NOW series 8 book 4: THUNDER

Sun has followed Night back to ThunderClan, and is determined to stay there with him

(they’re honestly so fucking cute and like Night’s family adores her and accepts her immediately, it was super heartwarming! I love them what a good ship)

Her anti-immigrant mother is the most dramatic about this she could possibly be and barges into her new Clan’s camp to try to forcibly bring her back

(Clan camps are like hidden and you are NOT supposed to barge in uninvited, the mom is frankly lucky nobody ripped her apart)

Then later Sun learns that her mother is plotting a coup against the leader of ShadowClan, but is unable to stop her from calling for the leader’s removal at the monthly Gathering

and she’s like “I have the agreement of our medicine cat which is the terms of our new code of conduct to remove dangerous leaders!”

and the medicine cat is like “yes I agreed with her BUT it was so I could show how bad this new part of the code is. bc look this bitch just has a weird grudge and is weaponizing it, seems bad”

(very happy for Puddleshine fans tbh, he hasn’t really done anything as a character and this was fucking awesome)

MEANWHILE: Frost has decided she is better off assumed dead, and decides to seek advice from her ancestors. She gets cryptic info from RiverClan’s founder Riverstar and sets off on a vague journey after being told she will “have a companion you trust immediately”

(but not before almost dying of her wounds and being saved by a human vet, who also spays her, although she doesn’t know what that means. I do think we should neuter/spay feral cats but in this singular context where they have sentience this was a pretty fucked up thing to read!!!)

Frost also teams up with Night, who has mostly been caught up in helping guard the current leader (Bramblestar) and deputy (Squirrelflight) as they journey to consult StarClan about Bramble retiring so Squirrel can be leader

Bramble has severe PTSD and trauma from being possessed by a demon who was in love with Squirrel, Bramble’s wife, and was trying to destroy the Clans and drag Squirrel to hell to be with him. I have summarized this here if you’re curious

Anyway Night is mostly just a wife guy (positive) now it’s so fucking cute. BUT he runs into Frost and she’s like DON’T TELL ANYONE I’M ALIVE and he’s like ahhh geez okay and she’s like wait! I trust you! Come with me on this vague journey StarClan is sending me on! and he’s like but my wife :(((( but okay if StarClan wills it

They walk for awhile, get more clues, bond and become friends! Eventually they end up finding the park where Riverstar came from which is full of feral cats and Frost learns to meditate (a thing park cats do) to figure out how to save RiverClan

It is finally revealed to her that the cat who tried to murder her was this fun cool sexy cat she had a big crush on (Splashtail) and she’s like D: BUT I TRUSTED HIM NOOOOO

THEN she is given a vision of Splash killing the deputy as well - AND ALSO WE LEARN THAT HER DEAD MOM WAS BEHIND ALL OF THIS!!! Dead Mom wanted to become leader so bad she had a whole Scheme to manipulate Frost literally her entire life to become a medicine cat, then (maybe) kill the very old very sick leader, then (definitely) have Splash kill the deputy, then have Frost have a “vision” to make her the leader

also Riverstar confirms Dead Mom went to hell for this

(We haven’t had that many female villains, I am LIVING FOR THIS!!!!)

Frost is extremely traumatized by this obvs but she’s like we have to go back now!!!! before Splash takes over RiverClan and starts a fucking war!!!!!

They arrive IN THE MIDDLE OF AFOREMENTIONED ATTEMPTED COUP

but anti-immigrant mom gets thrown out of the Clans and runs off, swearing revenge

THEN! RiverClan announces they have appointed a new medicine cat, Frost’s uncle

(was he working with Dead Evil Mom??????? who knows!!!)

and Uncle says I have talked to Riverstar and he wants us to “make RiverClan strong again”

and for that we need our new leader, Splash!

Night says, Frost, we have to stop him!!!

end of book!!!!!!!

this fucking RULED. Sometimes like two important things happen in a Warriors book, in this one like EIGHT important things happened and it was amazing

#warriors hell

[arc-misadventures]

Rebirth AU: Roman your nephew called and asked if you were part of the betting pool, and if you knew which Altesian your sister slept with

The Arc Family is Weird

Luna: Hello, Uncle Roman!

Roman: Luna! How’s my favourite greedy goblin doing?

Luna: I’m doing fine, how are you?

Roman: I’ll be doing better when your brother comes, and joins me; I need more competent minds, and hands helping me with… the business.

Luna: Right, the business~!

Roman: So, why did you decide to call me, not to say hi I assume?

Luna: The family betting pool, its been shaken up a bit.

Roman: That pool on who’s gonna sleep with, Jaune?

Luna: Yep, that one.

Roman: Okay, so what’s the reshuffle?

Luna: Well we added a new category to the pool, and a new contender!

Roman: Oh, really? Who is it, and what did you add?

Luna: Well… We added, Mom to the pool…

Roman: You added, Juni to the pool?! Why the hell did you add her to the pool, who added her to the pool?!

Luna: Dad place twenty on, Mom popping his cherry; which is also the new bet that’s been going on.

Roman: Ughhh… Of course, Achny put money on that… Freaking weirdo… So, what’s the betting pool like now?

Luna: Okay, the two categories are who will sleep with, Jaune, what order will they sleep with, Jaune, and who will pop his cherry.

Roman: Decent categories… And, who are the favoured to win?

Luna: Well, we went for top three on each, but for popping his cherry we have, Jeanne with the lead…

Roman: Twin advantage, good bases to go off from.

Luna: Followed by, Mom.

Roman: How many of you degenerates are betting on your mother?!

Luna: And, behind in third by eight points is, Thiriana.

Roman: And what about the one who will sleep with him?

Luna: Well, the top three is, Jeanne, Mom, and then, Saphron.

Roman: Saphron? Isn’t she gay, why is she on the list, let alone so high on the list?

Luna: Dad said how mom wasn’t into women, but then woke up one day with dad, and some, Atlasian woman in a threesome. And, if she was anything like mom she was going to do it too, and regret nothing.

Roman: Oh yeah, I remember that day… Put me down for a hundred on, Saphron then. Smart money’s on that. Arc, are a weird lot…

Luna: That’s what, Dad said too. So… You remember that day about the threesome, Mom, and Dad were a part of…?

Roman: Aye…?

Luna: Who was it with?! Can you tell me! Please, please, please~?

Roman: Why…?

Luna: Just because.

Roman: Weird lot you, Arc’s are… Willow Schnee.

Luna: Willow Schnee? Willow Schnee of the, Schnee Dust Company?

Roman: That’s the one.

Luna: When, how?!

Roman: Well for the how; Juni, and Willow Schnee were partners in, Atlas back in the day. So they go way back. As for the when, I believe it was at, Willow’s, Hen Party…? Yeah, I that’s about when it happened.

Luna: Hen Party?

Roman: Stag Party, but for the ladies~!

Luna: Oh, okay… Wait, how do you know about all of this…?

Roman: Oh, Juni sent me a drunk text photo about the whole thing. Teased her about it for months afterwards! Ahhh~! Good times…

Luna: Sounds like a drunk mom thing to do.

Roman: Yeah, Juni was a completely different person twenty-three years ago. She’s mellowed out since marrying your dad… But, not much, but nonetheless.

Luna: I doubt that… Wait… This all happened Twenty-three years ago…?

Roman: Yeah. Why, is that meant to mean something?

Luna: Well, it’s just… Uhh… Winter Schnee… Willow Schnee’s first daughter is… Twenty-two years old…

Roman: …

Luna: You don’t think…?

Roman: …

Luna: …

Roman: Five Hundred says she isn’t.

Luna: You’re on! DAD! You, and Mom had a threesome with, Willow Schnee?!

Acheius: What?! How the hell did you find that out?!

Luna: Uncle Roman told me!

Acheius: Roman! What are you telling my daughter?!

Roman: Hey, Achny~! Where’s that ten Lien you still owe me?

Acheius: Roman, I swear…?!

Luna: Never mind that! You slept with Willow Schnee twenty-three years ago, yes?!

Acheius: Yes…?

Luna: Willow’s first daughter, Winter Schnee is twenty two years old… I-Is she your daughter…? Do we have a ninth sister?!

Acheius: …

Acheius: JUNIPER?!

Roman: Well, looks like I’m not winning this bet…

~~~

Jaune: …

Jeanne: …

Jaune: Was this a thing in your world?

Jeanne: Nope…

Jaune: Oh… Okay…

Jaune: …

Jaune: If she winds up in the list, I’m going to shank one of you with a rusty spoon.

Jeanne: Noted.

Jaune: Good.

#rwby #jaune arc #jeanne arc #acheius arc #juniper arc #willow schnee #winter schnee #roman torchwick

[brandogenius]

hihihi!!! okay so hear me out i'm a barista so i had lots of thoughts and delusions about jb and barista!reader...

when jb comes in, reader definitely says the order at the same time as jb and smiles every time they accidentally talk in sync and jb is grinning and apologizing for talking over her and lowkey panicking while reader is writing her order on the cup and some doodles

i know DAMN WELL julien is giving hella tips, at my job our cash tips are split evenly between baristas so i just have the feeling jb is counting the visible baristas and doing the math for how much of a tip exactly she needs to give all together for reader to get the tip jb wants to give her (does that make sense??) + reader is always shocked at how big of a tip julien gives

reader giving her the cute/silly steam stickers that go on the hot drink lids + julien definitely has a little collection in her car on some random paper of every single one she gets (at my job rn we have valentines stickers and they're like conversation hearts with words on them...im imagining reader trying to shoot her shot and putting a sticker on her cup that say 'kiss me' or 'ur cute' or something similar and julien is about to frame this sticker on her wall)

after a certain amount of time (assuming the shop doesn't ask for names) reader learns juliens name and when jb comes in with the boys reader greets her by name and phoebe and lucy are like :0 and juliens grinning walking up to the counter with them and she's like "hiiii 😇🥰"

when there's a rude customer and julien happens to be there she stops reader when they bring her drink be she sees how overwhelmed and frustrated they are and she apologizes for the customer being rude and says something super nice about how important customer services jobs are and how employees deserve sm more than they usually get from those jobs (like that interview she had talking about how she doesn't tell waiters when her order is wrong esp if she can see they're stressed out) and accidentally starts rambling with her big girl words and reader is barely taking in what she's saying but is also on the verge of tears at how sweet jb is

julien comes in and orders her drink but orders something to bring to lucy or someone and reader is like "oh?" and jb is so quick to reassure that it's for her FRIEND not ANYONE in particular just her BESTEST BUD

could you imagine how cute it'd be if the place had themed drinks and stuff for pride month and jb is asking reader about said pride specials and reader is so excited about it all and julien is silently taking notes making sure reader is in fact gay and not an extremely passionate ally

one of these days jb comes in and it's not busy at all so reader and julien get to chit chat about random stuff until she has to actually leave so julien orders and reader writes her number on the back of the cup and says 'text me! :D' or something cute that tells julien she wants to keep talking and julien doesn't even realize bc the writing was facing away from her and when she does notice there's more on the cup than usual she like dies on the spot

OKAY IM DONE I COULD GO ON FOR FOREVER IM SORRY FOR YAPPING SO MUCH AHHH i just LOVE this hc and i can make it sososo accurate as a barista

-🪷

LOTUS ANON!!! THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AHHH!

learning juliens name because they talk so much and reader knows her order like at the beginning it might’ve been like “hey it’s ice latte girl, how are you?” to knowing exactly what time jb comes in she doesn’t even need to wait because you have the coffee just made by the time she walks in

reader listening to her ramble about customer service and the use of big words intrigues them, reader is like… woah

reader who started to draw little hearts on juliens cup 😭 when jb orders something for lucy and reader stops her drawings like “shit shit shit” and jb catching on like NO WAIT IM SINGLE!! bit of angst to add but maybe the next few times reader doesn’t draw any doodles on jbs cup and she misses them until jb is like “you don’t doodle anymore :(“ and readers like “sorry - i didn’t know if i was coming off as weird or something”

STOPPPPP!!! brownie points if reader has a lesbian cup in the corner with their own drink and julien looks at it like 👀 👀

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH TELL ME MORE IM ADDING THIS TO THE COFFEE SHOP AU!!!

#pom speaks #anons #lotus anon the beloved

[newtonsheffield]

Ok but what is rockstar Anthony like when he finally gets to squire Kate around Rome as her boyfriend? How big does he go??

Wait… Kate and Anthony are going back to rome? But this time they’ll be openly in love with each other???!!!

Oh Do you mean when Mary invites him on her birthday holiday? And Anthony can't stop reminding people.

"Sophie, have you remembered thatI'm unavailable next week? I'm going on a family holiday."

"Mum, remember I can't make any appearances next week. I'm going on a family holiday with kate's family."

And Violet sighed, "Yes, Sweetheart. We've all remembered that Kate's Mum invited you on their holiday. Yes it's a very big step in your relationship. Yes, I'm very happy for you Darling."

Anthony had been startled, when he'd been sitting in Mary Sharma's living room, Kate's head in his lap, his fingers in her hair, barely listening as they went through their travel plans. Really he'd just been enjoying being in Kate's presence, enjoyed being welcomed into Mary's home.

"I assume you and Anthony will share, and then Edwina and I can as well."

Anthony's head had shot up at the mention of his name, his heart leaping. "Sorry, what am I sharing with Kate?"

Mary had blinked back at him as Kate's fingers had twisted in his shirt "A... hotel room... when we go to Italy?"

Anthony's stomach lurched excitedly, but he shook his head anyway. "No, No, This is for you guys to enjoy as a family and-"

"You're part of our family, Anthony." Mary had said gently interrupting him. "You might have shared a few too many details of my daughter's private life with the world, but you're one of us now."

"You're busy though." Kate said gently, her eyes guarded as she stared up at him, her fingers in his hair now. "So I get if you can't come, or don't want to."

It had settled on his shoulders, that he'd been let into this family, tears pricking at his eyes. "You're ridiculous, I'm cancelling everything! Now, ladies, we need to talk restaurants!"

He'd been bouncing with excitement ever since. Excited to go back to the city where he'd realised he was in love with Kate. Where he'd stood in front of the fountain and wished desperately that she would fall in love with him. That she would see him for something other than what everyone else did. But more than wanting to be openly in love with Kate, to stand next to her in pictures and press his lips against hers to taste the gelato on her tongue just like he'd wanted to last time: Mary and Edwina were Kate's very people. No one meant more to her than they did and he was sure if he could make them happy, Kate would be happy. He knew she would be.

"So, Anthony, what's up next for you?" The interviewer was looking curiously at him while they wrapped up the interview. "Headed away for more promo?"

"Mmm nope!" He couldn't keep the smile off his face as he leaned back in his chair. "Me and my girl are going away with her family for her Mum's birthday! Super excited! It's gonna be GREAT!"

The interviewer blinked back at him. "You're... going on holiday with your girlfriend's family? And you're excited about this?"

"Ahhh absolutely! Shout out to Mrs Sharma! She's a legend!"

"Man, this is way different than the last time we interviewed I have to say."

"Love, Man! Romantic epiphanies are dope!"

And sure maybe it was a little enthusiastic to call the airline and upgrade everyone to first class, and maybe it was too much to upgrade the hotel to suites, but he didn't care. Because when he saw Kate standing in the sunshine, laughing with her arms around her mother and sister, he fell in love all over again.

And his heart pounded in his chest as he raced forward, ladened down by bags.

"Okay! Ladies! Big smiles, like we're shooting the cover of vogue please!"

"No one smiles in vogue, Annie Leibovitz." Edwina said dryly.

"I am not going to apologise for buying her book! It was very helpful, Edwina, You all look amazing right now!" Anthony rolled his eyes, climbing up the steps to get a better angle. "Especially you, Katie! You're beautiful and I love you!"

"Thanks, babe!"

"Kate, your boyfriend is absolutely ridiculous. How could you actually let him leave the hotel in those birkenstocks? Don't you dress people for a living." Edwina sighed and really, it should have bothered him.

But it didn't. Not when Mary sighed. "Edwina, be nice to Anthony. we all know you're actually friends with him, and he's sweet." She paused for a moment before she turned towards him, "You could tone it down a little though, Anthony."

And it definitely didn't bother him when Kate's eyes caught with his. "He's a bit ridiculous, I think I'll have to marry him one day. And I'm actually kind of into the birks and shorts, he's got legs for days."

It took everything in him not to burst out screaming.

#like a hurricane #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #sharma family feels #mary sharma #edwina sharma #molly’s asks and answers