#and they really need to hug in s5! PLEASE AND THANK YOU

[owlsie-hoot]

Audrey Hall + hugs

#Audrey Hall #Anna Madeley #Hugs #ACGAS 2020 #All Creatures great and small #ACGAS #there is just one person missing... #and they really need to hug in s5! PLEASE AND THANK YOU #just look at all the love she has to give #and how good she is at hugging people #Siegfried Farnon #Siegfried x Audrey #Richard Carmody #Helen Herriot #James Herriot #Tristan Farnon

[spectersgirl]

heyyy!! so i just started s5 of suits and (spoiler if you haven’t seen it!!!!) harvey’s panic attacks were introduced after donna left and IM HURTING FOR HIM. but i think that’s such great angst material lol so if you’re still taking requests maybe something with that?

Hiiiii friends!

I know I've been gone for... quite a while... but I'm hoping to start writing more frequently again! I've undergone some massive life changes over the last few months and the stress of that basically caused me to completely burn out creatively. That being said, I have a TONNN of requests in my inbox and a few of them are generally in this same realm, so I will be using all of them for this piece, I hope that's okay with you all <3

The other requests were

"soft harvey just around his girl in a tense moment?!"

"hiii! i love your writing! i was wondering if you could write a fic where harvey had like a bad day at work and he just goes home and collapses onto the reader. like just hugs and softness and cuddles galore!"

I referenced actual events and lines from the show but changed up the context a little bit, obviously.

I appreciate you all for reading my work and liking it enough to request anything from me. I've never had such a positive response to anything I've created before, so this all means the world to me. Truly, thank you :')

Be With You

Harvey Specter x Reader

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It was nearly 11pm and you were teetering on sleep, having worked all day and come home to do a much-needed cleaning of your apartment followed by a glass of wine, when your phone loudly pinged on the nightstand. You fumbled for it and turned on the small bedside lamp next to you. You smiled when you saw it was your boyfriend, probably just saying goodnight, you'd assumed.

"Hey, can I come over? Please? I really need to see you right now."

A pit formed in your stomach reading the words on your screen. Though you hadn't been dating Harvey all that long, you'd spent a lot of time together, but he'd never sent a message like that.

"Of course, is everything okay?"

You couldn't help but worry, it was simply in your nature. You stared at the bubbles that indicated he was typing, which seemed to take an eternity.

"Not really, it's been a rough day and I just really need you."

Your heart lurched, Harvey had rough days all the time as a lawyer, but none had caused this response from him. You wondered what could've possibly happened. You got up, going back out into the living room and took a seat on the couch as you lit your electric fireplace with a remote.

"I'm sorry :( come over whenever, I'll unlock the door for you."

You did just that and looked down at the pajamas you'd chosen, just some shorts and a tank top. You decided they were fine enough for Harvey to see you in. You busied yourself with some TV to pass the time until he arrived. He was there in 20 minutes, and you immediately clocked the visible exhaustion on his face as he walked inside.

He dropped his jacket onto the couch without saying a word. You opened your arms for him as he walked to you and wrapped himself around you in a hug that felt like he was clinging to you for dear life. You stroked the hair at the back of his neck as he breathed you in, and you felt that he had been sweating.

"Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" You asked hesitantly, still cradled in his strong arms.

He shook his head before pulling back, allowing you to really look at him now. His eyes looked like he'd been crying, and his cheeks were flushed. Your heart plummeted into your stomach.

"Not right now, I just need to be with you." He said, his voice slightly hoarse.

You nodded and sat with him on the couch, laying your head on his chest while you listened to his heartbeat. He absentmindedly stroked your hair while staring into the fireplace, debating on whether he wanted to fully open up about everything that was on his mind.

When he finally spoke, his voice was laced with nerves, and you sat up at full attention.

"I... A while back, right before I met you, Donna had left my desk to go and work for Louis. When that happened, I started having panic attacks. It felt like I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, it just completely took over my entire body until it passed. She came back to work for me, and then I met you, and I think that combination helped me tremendously."

You nodded, listening as he continued.

"I didn't want to tell you about it because I didn't want you to worry or make you think I was weak, and since I stopped having them, I didn't think it was important anymore, but today... I had another one."

"Harvey, I would never think you were weak for being honest about your feelings or your struggles. I'd like to think you'd be understanding and supportive of me if I was going through the same thing."

"Of course I would!" He said definitively.

"Exactly. So, do you want to talk about it? Or do you want to sit some more?"

He sighed and ran his free hand through his hair.

"Donna told me she didn't want to be on my desk anymore, she said she wanted more. I get that, but I just don't know how I'm going to do what I do without her help."

"Did she say what she meant by 'more'?" You asked softly.

"She said she didn't know."

Harvey hung his head slightly, looking down at the floor. You could tell how much this was affecting him, normally he had all the answers and didn't sweat about getting what he wanted, but this time felt different. You knew how much he and Donna had been through for them to get to this point, so it never occurred to you that someday she might want to leave her position. You idly rubbed circles on his back.

"Maybe you can still give her more and keep her at the firm with you?" You suggested, desperately trying to come up with a solution to soothe the pain you knew he was in.

"I'd love that, but ultimately if she wants to go, I have no choice but to let her."

You sighed and laid your head on his shoulder, you yawned and briefly closed your eyes as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

"You tired?" Harvey asked softly, suddenly noticing that it was long past the time you normally went to bed.

You nodded, sitting up again.

"Yeah, but I knew you needed me." You answered, looking up at him as you grabbed his hand, kissing the back of it.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to keep you up." He replied, feeling guiltier than he had when he walked in. The time hadn't even registered to him after the day he'd had.

"No, no. It's okay, this is what partners do. You should be able to lean on one another, it's a balance. I'm glad you trust me and our relationship enough to want me to be with you for this while you process. Now, are you sleeping here with me or are we going back to your place? Because I know you, and I know you won't admit you don't want to sleep alone tonight."

Harvey smiled weakly before he pulled you in for a soft kiss.

"I love you, Y/N. So much." He whispered against your lips when the kiss broke.

The admission made your heart skip a beat. Neither of you had said the L word yet, but you knew from the moment you saw him that he was it for you. Harvey had felt the same but didn't want to come off as some crazy boyfriend that knew you for all of five minutes, so he buried those feelings deep down for as long as he could bare.

"I love you too, Harvey." You said, a smile growing on your lips.

"Let's stay here tonight, I don't want to spend another second not in a bed with the wonderful, gorgeous, brilliant, selfless woman that I love." Harvey declared, standing and taking you with him.

"Uh oh, you're gonna make me cry." You warned, sensing the impending waterworks.

"I'm just getting started."

#harvey specter #harvey specter suits #harvey specter x reader #suits fics #harveyspecter #request #suits #we're so back

[uptoolateart]

WIP Reblog Game

Thanks for the tag @wehadabondingmoment :)

I confess I haven't re-blogged just because the thread was getting long.

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

WIP TITLES - please do read tags for alllll of them

Where We Find Ourselves Again - Book 3 of my Breaking Free series, which started as my own S5 and then spiralled hard

Dreaming Wide Awake - Post-S5 fic focused on Adrien in the aftermath of the Wish - he really does need a hug

Finding a Way - Jurassic Park / Camp Cretaceous AU - Adrinette are stuck on an island, trying to survive, while evading dinosaurs

A Whole New World - Aladdin AU where Adrien is the 'princess' and Marinette is 'Aladdin' - I think the stars of the fic have turned out to be Gabriel and Plagg, a pairing that brought me endless amusement to write

All That Is Necessary - a Gone AU co-written with @raspberrycatapult - everyone aged 15+ has disappeared and the kids have to find a way to survive...then strange things start happening....

UPCOMING

I can't wait to start posting Breaking Free #4, so everyone can see just how far I've taken certain ideas posed earlier in the series. Also, I'm so looking forward to having Felix as a main POV character.

I've started planning out the details of Breaking Free #5. After that's all posted, I GET TO THINK ABOUT OTHER THINGS!!!

In the coming months, I'm going to focus on finishing my Nathalie backstory fic FINALLY. I'm currently fleshing out the details of my outline, right to the last chapter.

I'm also fleshing out my outline for a Felix backstory POV fic, like his side of the whole Miraculous story, including when he was a child. It will parallel the Nathalie story, so the two interact in places and you get multiple perspectives.

I've already thought up my fic idea for the 2024 ML Big Bang!

I can't think of 10 new people to tag. @wehadabondingmoment already stole mine haha

Wait! I lie. I don't remember seeing @mysticraven20!

[sparks-olivarpente]

Why I liked the Mindflayer better

This starts with "I prefer the Mindflayer over Vecna and that bothers me because I need to be impressed by the bad guy" and ends… It doesn't go anywhere actually. I tried to put my thoughts on paper and they ended up all over the place. Please don't read (thanks if you do!)

The Mindflayer works well as a metaphor of the unknown within us. Little Will can't yet face some stuff within himself, it appears to him as that huge unknowable shadow and Will doesn't know if he himself is the monster or what. This, I can relate to (I litterally used to believe there was an eldritch monster inside of me when I was 13)

But now that the monster has taken shape (S3) and became a person (S4)? He can't work as a metaphor anymore (to me, maybe that works for others. Let me know if it does <3). Now he's just some guy! Who talks too much. There's nothing hidden about him anymore (or maybe there is and that's the whole point. I know there are theories out there about things not being what they seem about Henry's story. Maybe he wasn't truthfull. A lot of S4 was about lying after all, it would make sense. He wants us/the Party to believe he's the bad guy and he's really still hidding behind that)

So, Henry. I understand little Henry up to a point (his view of time, feeling stuck, his loneliness, his disconnection, wanting to take control) but I don't see how that leads to wanting to destroy everything? in his place I'd just end up badly depressed. and wanting to escape. Maybe… if this is about what happens when a disconnected person meets an horror from another dimension, we still miss part of the story? or I just need to watch S4 again.

Our own personal dragons… they're only big scary monsters when we can't face them. Once we do, they become little lost puppies, or screaming toddlers. Not really scary. Where am I going with that… I guess, I can't find another human scary anymore (I mean, after spending most of my life meeting my own dragons) We're all just afraid and we need a hug or something. Henry looks like he has fallen into some deep internal black hole and a hug won't be enough but still. I can't be afraid of him. Annoyed, angry, but not impressed.

Although… being stuck forever in Henry's mindspace is pretty scary. Someone gets Max out of here ;_; It's like Henry created his own hell that's ended up worse than what he was afraid of (time, routine, lie) Time IS scary but… the UD or Henry's mindspace, that seems kind of stuck forever at ONE moment in time? It is worse. It can't evolve, it can't get better (I used to be afraid and angry about time and… just, reality as it is, until I ended up with the curious discovery that time can be seen as a gift of love but getting off topic) (just… I can see Henry being stuck in one of those dark places I was stuck in, only worse)

Having written that I think what I need is, maybe, a deeper understanding of Henry's fears? Now that the monster is a person, I need to see where he is stuck (I'm not sure about that part, I feel I'm contradicting myself, because I find people I can't understand at all, such as Lonnie or Angela, scarier. I really need to watch S4 again and see what really bother me with that guy) (maybe I just don't like Vecna because he looks ridiculous) If he's just the bad bad guy our team needs to kill to put the world back in order… what's the point? (I don't really think that will happen in S5. I don't have a clue what will happen in S5)

This… did not really go anywhere but then I warned you ^^

<3

#how do you guys write analysis and it makes sense? #my own thoughts look like disconnected clouds #good things i correct my spelling because unkniwledgeable doesn't exist #rambling about how I don't get Henry #or maybe i do? #mindflayer #vecna #stranger things analysis #me writing about st

[thewalkingdeadband]

Thoughts on 11.21...

Caryl: i really dont know what to think anymore. I think i'll wait for the show's end (unless something really BIG happens for them before) to give an overall review on how it "ended" for them, because right now i dont know what to think anymore. But yes, Daryl is the most important person in her heart/life and it showed in her speech to Maggie, and yes, the holding hands moment was more than nice. But i sooo want to tell her "stop thinking you re not good enough for him! Stop it!" That's all i can say for now.

As for the rest of the episode:

- as i've said in my sort of review for 11.20, its been apparently confirmed by AK and/or others that Rosita and Gabe have broken up somehow sometime off screen. And it kind of showed, its true, in this episode. That said, i still feel the love between them. Of course if you dont like them u wont agree and thats fine but since they grew on me, i believe they re still very much connected, and you can feel how much he loves her. As for her, she's colder, but to me she's always been using this kind of cold attitude as a coping mechanism before (with Eugene, Sasha...) so it doesnt mean that she doesnt care. If anything, it means she does. Hard to explain. Plus it was kind of cute how they were sort of bickering "lets follow the train" "but there is no train" . I dont know. I loved them seperately and wanted nothing more than to see them happy after the mess that was Abe for her and Jadis/Anne for him, so it wasnt hard for me to love them together.

- Again, Gabriel is amazing, the way he acted towards the soldier... i remember when he finally tried to make things right back in S6, how Rick was rightfully still not trusting him, and i was thinking please persevere Gabriel dont give up and im so glad that he came around and now everyone trust him fully. That hug with teary Carol? Could u have imagine this back in S5? Im so proud of him

- Maggie and Carol moment was all i wanted since 6.13. I remember when i used to think: ok she is close mainly to Daryl, Rick, Morgan, Zeke, and its great, but what abt Maggie and Michonne? What abt female friendships?After 6.13, we were starved of scenes between Maggie and Carol, and we litteraly had to wait til 9B to see her really starting to interact with Michonne (correct me pls if im wrong). So im glad in s11 we have all those little meaningful moments between her and Maggie

- seing Kelly so lost and scared and sad broke my heart. Can someone hug her please? Im glad Zeke stopped her from doing something stupid, though u cant blame her for trying. He literally saved her life here. Its nice to see them having scenes together. And then Connie saying we need to find her coz i know she's scared...💔

- Negan/Ezekiel: u have no idea how emotional it made me to have Ezekiel, without giving names, mentioning what Negan has done to Dwight, Sherry (and many other women/people). Especially if you follow ftwd, u might understand why it made me emotional. Also, having Negan say "yeah i havent forgotten either and i know i dont deserve shit" ... i was like fiiinallyyy... i feel we 're slowly, thanks to Annie and the baby, going back to the Negan from Here's Negan. Which means a man with flows, but not a monster. And it was abt time somebody mentioned in the show that the pb with Negan wasnt only what he did to Glenn and Abraham (whom i love dearly), but also everything else. And no, i dont even hate him anymore. But what Zeke said was much needed for me.

#twd spoilers #caryl #twd family #season 11 ep 21

[peonyslumber]

Everybody wants to love you

S5|in-villa|Chapter 2|Suresh/Mc| 4,535 words

Author’s note: Story title idea from the song ‘Everybody wants to love you’ by the artist Japanese Breakfast. Chapter title idea from the song ‘Sunflower’ by the artist Michele Leigh.

If you haven’t already, check out Chapter 1 - More. Chapter 2 will be loosely based on episodes 3, 4, and 5. Otherwise, set back, relax, and enjoy!

Almost forgot to mention. Before you dive into this chapter, this chapter includes a saucy scene, but not full-on bits, at least not yet! I’ll give a warning before it gets to that part, so you’ll be able to choose to either read or scroll through it.

Chapter 2 - Sunflower

After having a chill evening with Suresh, I pulled Finn for a chat.

I held Finn’s hand and led him into the unoccupied bathroom.

“I’m glad I could finally catch you before Kat can get her claws on you again.” I chuckled, leaning against the sink counter.

He flexed his muscles. “How could anyone resist?” He waved his hand around. “I usually have a fan club on me. I’m thinking Kat is the username, ‘WhiskersMrsBubble’.” He tapped his chin.

The corner of my lip quirked up. “You’re not wrong. But if you see, ‘Basildonsgirl’ you’ve got her!” I pretended to shoot with my finger guns.

He shook his head. “She’s really something, but I’m certain you didn’t pull me away to talk about her.”

I bit my lower lip. “You’re correct! Listen, although I think you’re an amazing guy… I need some answers from Suresh, and in order to do that, I’ll need to get to know him all over again.” I tapped my foot on the floor. “I hope you understand my wishes.”

I brushed my hand against his shoulder. “You’ll be just fine!”

He swiftly took my hand in his, twirling me around.

Making me gasp, “Finn!” I quietly exclaimed.

“I know. I know. If that is really what you want, so be it! But I reckon your quest won’t be entirely what you’re looking for.” He stared profusely into my eyes, “And if that day ever comes… I’m hoping you’ll take me up on that offer.”

Head hanging low as my hand gently separated us, “I’ll keep that in mind. Please keep this between us.” I glanced at him before leaving the bathroom.

I kept my head down, thinking about what Finn said. ‘won’t be entirely what you’re looking for’. Ugh. But before I knew it, I slammed into Eddie’s chest.

He quickly caught me before I fell. “Sorry!” His eyes darted behind me.

I turned around to see Finn walk ahead of us. “Listen, it isn’t what it looks like!”

His jaw clenched. “It’s fine!” He sat down on one of the beds. “You don’t have to worry. I won’t tell anyone. Could you do me a favor?” He looked up.

I licked my lips. “Sure. What is it?”

“Everything is going well with Kat. I mean, we have so much in common. But I fear that Finn is going to ruin that, and we know Finn doesn’t actually want Kat. I don’t want her to chase after him and end up hurt. Would you be able to stir him away from picking her?”

My jaw dropped, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Eddie, I can’t control who he picks, but I’ll see what I can do. I can tell how much you care for her.”

He smiled before jumping off the bed to hug me, “Thank you!” He let go quickly, “You don’t know how much this means to me. Usually, all the girls I’ve dated were far too mature to like my drama-craving nature.”

I lifted my eyebrow. “Is that really what they had issues with?”

He nodded his head. “But it’s all good. I’m practically friends with all my exes. I never want to end a relationship on bad terms. Always want to leave them on good terms.”

“Why do they usually all end?”

“They say being with me is like being with their girlfriends. Which is kind of mean if you ask me. I may have sort of told one of my ex’s friends that she was talking about her. I just thought that she should know.” He threw his hands up, “I didn’t know there would be that much fallout as a result.”

I bit my lip, “We can’t always be our best.” I patted him on the shoulder. “I should go get ready for bed. I’m sure the rest are already coming, anyway. See ya!” I waved to Eddie before heading to the bathroom.

I smiled as I saw Suresh.

“What’s up?” I raised my eyebrow. “Did you know that the earwax in our ears is the safest bodily fluid out of the others?” I looked over to him while grabbing my toothbrush and applying a little toothpaste.

“Okay, smart, Nyra.” He chuckled.

“Oh, that takes me back.” I flashed a wide smile, “Remember… when we bumped into each other during a meeting?” I turned to him.

He always had those dreamy eyes, the eyes that smother you with love and lust. This time was no different. He looked absolutely smitten. The kind that reminds me why I fell for him.

“How could I forget?” He licked his lips, “You were wearing this checkered dress that later ended up getting stained by my coffee…”

I looked down at the mess. My mouth agape, “Oh. My. Gosh! This is my favorite dress.” I shrieked.

The man stood in shock. Stammering to find anything to clean the mess up. He threw down a brown wool like product on the floor.

Wait a minute. “That looks just like my cardigan.” I choked on my words, “That is my cardigan!”

I turned to him, “I know you’re trying to help, but… you’re just making it worse.”

I grabbed a bag and threw my wet cardigan in it. I headed to the break room, where paper towels stood on the counter.

When I returned, the man was gone. I threw my hands up and finished cleaning up the mess he made. I headed to where my locker would be, but I had no extra clothes.

“How great!” I rolled my eyes and headed to where Papina would be. “Don’t even say it! I know.”

Her eyes looked like they were going to pop out of their socket.

“I wasn’t going to say anything.” She tapped the countertop. “But I do know one thing.” She smiled widely.

“Yeah. And what’s that?” I raised my brow and folded my arms.

She pointed to something behind me. Or should I say someone?

“You!” I scolded him. “Thanks for the mess.”

“Now. Now. Myrna. Take the time to listen to what he has to say.”

I bit my lip in anticipation.

His well figured, well toned, muscular, Adonis built body stood in a fancy tailored suit.

“Well, I felt horrible about the accident earlier, and realized you needed an outfit. So I guess in exchange for the mess I created… I’d like to buy you something. As a form of an apology.”

The way he talked. His accent. I could tell he wasn’t from here. But he had the voice that any girl would fond over, especially in a call or an audiobook. The type that can have you head over heels with just a simple word.

His eyes burned with such passion. It almost felt like they were staring into my soul. Speaking the same tongue.

Could he and I be analyzing each other? Or was it only me?

I heard clapping noises from Papina. “Answer the hunk, Myrna. Or I’ll be taking him up on his offer.”

“I don’t need your money. Or what your money can buy.” I was going to turn on my heels, but a strong, firm arm stopped me.

I looked up at him. Our eyes aligned like the stars in constellations. He had such alluring green eyes. The way his hair was set, it was perfect. You could tell he cleaned up well. It almost felt like he came from a movie, one where he gets the girl of his dreams, the one he has been chasing after his whole life.

I shook my head.

How delusional of me to think someone like him would ever go for someone like myself

“How dare you…” I mumbled, “I will not-"

“It really wasn’t a choice. Your dress is soaked. That can’t be too comfortable. Let down your pride, Nyra.” He whispered.

I sighed, “Fine!” My cheeks felt warm. “Nobody has ever really called me Nyra before.”

“Well, I guess I’ll be the first.” His smile slipped. He looked around, “Now. Where does it scream? Nyra.”

I wrapped my hands around Suresh’s neck. “You were always so persistent.”

He held my hips. “And you were always so stubborn. Always felt like you had to go about things by yourself, needing no one.”

I chuckled, “It wasn’t always like that. Don’t you remember who you were? Before we got together?” I raised my eyebrow.

A knock interrupted us. Finn stood in the doorway. Nodding his head our way.

I sighed, slid my hand down Suresh’s torso until they were back to my side, and walked out.

I headed to the dressing room, where Dana stood.

I grabbed my makeup remover and took off all in a day’s work of makeup. Feeling refreshed as I patted my skin and added a light fragrance free face lotion.

“Oi! I always love knowing others' routines. Is that a face lotion?” Dana peered over to the mini bottle in my hand.

I nodded my head, “Ding! Ding! It’s the one thing I can count on to give me a sense of whiplash, and the good kind. It also doesn’t make me breakout. I’ve got sensitive skin.” I put it down on the table.

While grabbing my chapstick, Kat strolls in.

“Hey! Who’s getting it in tonight?” She looked at us through the mirror, “I'm thinking it’s going to take a lot more confirmation from me for Eddie to do anything. Like a true gentleman.” She slightly smiled.

Dana’s eyes lit up. “Oh my! That reminds me of something that happened back home in Manchester. I had gone on a date with this really kind-hearted Argentinian fella, and everything was going so swell, but then it got awkward once it got to doing any bits. I suppose the reassurance was for safe measures. All in good faith! Safe to say, we only went on four to five dates until we stopped seeing each other.”

Kat looked up. “Why is that? Do you think that whole thing in the bedroom had anything to do with it?” She had a worried look plastered on her face.

Dana shook her head. “It was mostly because of our schedules. I found that our communication wasn’t where I wanted it to be. It didn’t feel fulfilling, or should I say I didn’t feel fulfilled or noticed, to even want to continue.”

Kat grabbed her cosmetic headband. “Oh, I’ve had a lot of those.” She pulled it over her head, down to her neck and untucked her hair, “There are times I look back and wonder… would things have been different if we didn’t have conflicting schedules? Maybe that’s because I just desperately wanted it to work.”

She quickly snapped her head in our direction. “Don’t tell anyone I said that. There is not a moment I’m desperate. Usually, it’s men being desperate over me.”

Dana and I nodded our heads.

“Let’s go get tucked into bed!” Dana pumped the air before hurriedly pulling us out of the dressing room.

I dragged my feet across the floor until I arrived at the right side of the bed. “Move.” I told Suresh.

He rolls over. “Nothing changes with you.”

I threw my pillow at him and earned a snicker from him.

“You better stop laughing, Eshy.” My forehead creased as I knew what I had started.

His mouth set in a hard line, “You did not just call me Eshy.”

The corner of my mouth lifted. “Oh, I did. Eshy bubs.”

He swiftly pulled me into bed, making me fall on top of him.

“You’re going to get it now.”

I bit my lip before I felt the covers pull over us.

“And what are you going to do about it, Eshy?” I seductively whispered.

Mature scene

He got on top of me and straddled my lap.

“You’ll see…”

He kissed me and worked his way down to my chest. He loosened the strings on my robe and tossed it to the lower part of the bed. He made circles around my breasts, taking his time to tease me.

He sucked on my right nipple, making me moan in pleasure. He placed his hand over my mouth, “Remember… there’s other people in the room”

He looked up at me while sucking on my breast. Whilst he was doing that, he started untying my silk shorts and pulling them off. He did the same to his silk pants too.

He kissed all the way down to my thighs and stopped. “I forgot how perfect you are.”

He slid down my panties and hungrily licked his lips. He kissed my inner thighs, trailing up and stopping exactly where he knew I would be pleading to be pleasured.

He knows just how to make me shiver with just his touch. I covered my mouth my hand on top of his as he kept my mouth shut, making a muffled moan.

As he was preparing me with circular motions. He paused and lifted my legs on his shoulders. He searched in his silk pants for something.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"I’m searching for condoms..." He sighed with desperation. “I guess I didn’t grab any from that bowl.”

"Well… why don’t we cuddle instead?”

He nodded his head. “You’re right! Doing that can wait. We have all the time in the world for that. Let’s just enjoy the silence for now.”

Shortly after saying that, my eyes began to feel heavy and I drifted off to sleep.

I rolled over so much that I rolled on top of Suresh. I yawned.

“Good morning to you too!”

With my eyes kept close, “Uresh, you know I’m not good with my mornings. But… I’ll play nice. Good morning!” I yawned again.

He slightly threw me off of him. “Sorry, beautiful. But if we’re going to get you up. Something has to give, and it might be… your sleep. And possibly your kindness towards me for right now.”

“Suresh, what are you talking about?”

And before I knew it I landed flat on my back.

“Usually, when I’m in this position. I’m getting something. But all I want to get now… is revenge.” I shot back up and ran around the room after Suresh.

“Now if it isn’t miss moan for me.” Kat sat up in bed, looking over at Suresh and i.

Dana popped her head in from the dressing room. “Kat, let’s not act like I didn’t find you two competing for the loudest.”

I threw a pillow at Suresh. “Nothing happened last night.” Then hurriedly went to get dressed.

“Nothing happened, huh?” Dana looked at me through the mirror.

I nodded my head.

“I’m sure that’s true.” She lifted her eyebrow, still skeptical.

I exhaled, “There was a little saucy moment, but we didn’t do bits.”

Kat walked in right when I said that.

“How unfortunate!” She added some lip gloss to her lips, “I put those model hands to good use yesterday.” She giggled.

Dana yawned, “Alfie and I didn’t do anything. Hard when there are other people in the room.” She bit her lip, “But at least you lads had a good time. I’m going real slow with Alfie.”

Kat puckered up her lips while applying a hot pink sheer lip gloss, “Going real slow?” She raised her brow, “Is that what we call waiting for the next best thing, and from where I’m standing… I’m assuming it’s Finn.”

Dana sighed, “Don’t start, Kat! I barely know the guy.”

Kat giggled, “And you barely know Alfie. Don’t get me wrong, Alfie’s a good guy, but we all know you have a fear of commitment. Collide heads with someone that… reminds you of yourself. Finn doesn’t seem like the settle down type either.”

Dana fixed her eyebrows, “That is not true! I don’t have a fear of commitment. If anything I thought you and Finn would be a great pair.”

Kat flipped her hair, “Why is that? Is it because he said we would be?” She looked at us.

We shook our heads, “no.”

She turned back around, “Well, I’ll have you know that when I’m into someone I go all in. I’m not afraid to commit. I had a few guys that were…” she looked down, “…wasted my time. A lesson learnt”

Dana lifted her hair up and grabbed a scrunchie to put it in a ponytail.

“By the way…” Dana shifted in her spot, “Myrna, have you even discussed what went on with you two in the past?” She asked me.

My eyes landed on the makeup that stood on the table.

Now that I’m thinking about it… we haven’t exactly talked about her, the woman who I stayed up thinking about. The one who made him forget he had me. He and I weren’t exactly the best at confrontation. We usually tried our best to avoid it, but I guess we couldn't for long.

“Umm… no. We haven’t.” I bit my lip, “But we’re going to.”

Eddie pops his head in the room, “Well, you all are looking very elegant tonight.” His eyes stopped on Kat, “Especially you.” He sighed, “But Finn had received a text, so hurry.”

We nodded our heads and we’re about done getting ready. We rushed down to the living room.

“Finally!” Finn laughed out.

“Let’s get to what the text says now.” Kat says impatiently.

“Okay! Okay!” Finn quickly says before proceeding to read it out loud.

Finn, you’ll be going on a date in the order from the girl you feel the most connected to. Get ready to get your date on, and make sure she fits that old woman love #Adatetoremember #Finnchoice

My eyes wandered to Suresh who stumbled and quickly composed himself.

“I guess you can probably see! It might be me first, but I’m hoping you choose Dana.” Kat licked her lips.

Finn chuckled, “Well, alright! I was actually going to choose Dana first anyways.” Then his eyes landed on me, “Then Myrna…” he went back to Kat, “Then you!”

She gasped, “That is highly offensive.” She rolled her eyes, going back to Eddie’s side.

Eddie raised his eyebrow, “Don’t worry, babe! Maybe it’s for the best.” Putting his arm around her shoulder, making her nod her head and smile.

“You’re right!” She smacked her lips together, “Let’s just get this over with Finn.” She rolled her eyes.

He ran his hand through his hair, “Alright! Alright! Calm down. Since y’all got dressed already… I see no need to specifically dress for this date.”

He turned to Dana, extending his arm out for her to link with his. “Let’s go to something that I think we’ll both enjoy.”

Dana looked back at Kat and I, giggling before returning her gaze on Finn.

My head snapped as I noticed Suresh missing from where he was. I looked through all the rooms and went up to the rooftop.

I saw him looking out at the view. He turned around.

He forced a smile. “I knew it was you the minute I heard those shoes clicking on the floor.”

I chuckled, “I think I recalled you buying these specific shoes for me on my birthday. You got quite used to them.” I took a spot on the sofa, grabbing my knee bringing it up to my chest.

I looked down, “Suresh…?”

His eyes scanned my face. Immediately, it clicked. Like it always did.

Softly whispering, “Myrna…?”

I licked my lips.

Trying to find the right words to say. You would think it would come easy for us. Tip toeing around seemed too old, yet so familiar.

My eyes glimmered. “I never got to…” I swallowed the lump in my throat before looking up at him, “… say what I really felt. I just want to know… do you still think back to that night? And does it keep you up at night like it does to me?”

I held up my hand, continuing.

“How long would you have kept the affair from going if I didn’t find out when I did?”

He sighed, “I don’t think back to that night like you think I do, or in that way. I stare at my ceiling, wondering if there was a way to take back the hurt I caused you. You were never supposed to find out, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have ended it. I was trying to… I promise.” His eyes sparkled, and he scooted closer to me.

“And now there’s a new guy here who is grafting on you. I can’t help but feel jealous… but I want you to be happy, even if it’s not with me.” He snarled, shaking his head, "Now you know the old me would have never said that, but I don't want to mess up my chance with you, and I can't help but feel like I will."

I opened my mouth, words about to formulate out of it but were stopped by Kat running over to the couch.

"He wants to take you on a date." She pulled me out from the sofa, "You should have seen Dana when she came back. Her mouth was widened." She sighed, "I would have never guessed she'd be my competition."

I glanced back at Suresh before being pulled downstairs and greeted by Finn.

He smiled, "Now if there is one thing about us Dublin men is our immaculate taste in dates."

He led me to the little picnic that wasn't too far from the villa.

"I promise you won't leave disappointed, but I do hope you don't mind me cranking open a beer bottle." He turned to me, "Would you prefer that or some other drink?"

I shook my head, "Beer upsets my stomach," Before sitting down, "Do you have a cold glass of water?"

He checked the cooler before proceeding to throw up a bottle of water and catching it before it landed on the ground.

"That was a close one."

He settled down on the picnic blanket.

He rubbed his beard with one of his hands, "I guess I should tell you more about myself."

I chuckled, "I think that would be a terrific way to start."

He fiddled with some grapes, "I don't want to ever give you the wrong idea, and I want you to know where I am at in my life, so if that isn't exactly what you need right now... I wouldn't be wasting your time."

I nodded my head, agreeing with what he was saying.

"I'm not really looking to settle down yet or get married right now. That's just not what I'm looking for currently."

I tilted my head, "Then why did you come to love island then? I would have to assume you come here to at least be with someone, in a relationship, if that is what you're referring to."

He licked his lips before sitting up straight.

"It's not like I'm here to play the field. If the connection is right, maybe it'll change my mind."

I snickered, grabbing my fork and taking a bite out of my salad.

"So are you saying that Dana, Kat, or I... have to change your mind?” I slightly cracked a smirk, “Tell me more about yourself. Something you think I’d care to know.”

He blew out a heavy sigh, “I’ve never cheated. I’ve been real caught up with my job that I haven’t really had time for a proper relationship. I’ve had many flings with women… particularly, older more experienced ones. They’ve taught me many of my tricks that I know today.” He grinned as he looked out into the open.

I licked my teeth before smiling, "I feel you on that one. I’ve always been attracted to older men. I guess you can tell by my choice in picking Suresh, but he isn’t much older." I took a sip of my water, "Tell me about your family." I tilted my head and used my arms for support.

He cracked his neck before looking down.

"My mom is amazing. She mostly tends to her garden and has a boutique shop very popular during the wedding season. My dad actually got me into what I do for a living..."

He loved talking about his family. He was an only child, and his mother was mostly busy with keeping everything in check so he spent most of his time with his father. He also expresses that he thinks that marriage is okay, but wouldn't want to force settling and end up hurting his partner.

"... My parents relationship... I've always admired it. It's kind of hard to think I'd ever find something like that, that could live up to my expectations."

I straightened my posture, looking at the almost empty water bottle.

"Most people would lie about their goals in life, their hopes, and dreams to impress or get with the person they're into. But you, you're honest. You don't hide a thing and you are blunt. You probably know that some of the stuff you told me would make me turned off from you, but you say it anyway. Rare."

He chuckled, "I don't try to be someone else because what happens when that lie I told catches up to me and the person who only got with me because of that lie... no longer can look at me? I can't allow someone to love an image of me. I found that they rarely work out in the end."

The time had come when the date was over. And we looked at each other before heading back, but before we reached the others he held my hands.

His eyes wrinkled as his smile grew. "I really enjoyed this date, even if I know what you really want." He sighed, releasing my hands.

The others came running up to us.

"You guys were roughly two minutes late." Kat raised her eyebrow. "And just missed Alfie's ability to make a sick drink."

Dana giggled behind Kat. "You know the season where Ibrahim had made a drink and named it 'violet man'?" I nodded my head.

"Well. Alfie decided to make it, and let me tell you..." She leaned in. "It was so good!"

Kat pushed a hair back behind her ear. "So good that Alfie might just get lucky." She smirked at Dana.

Dana snapped her head, "Kat! Stop it." She looked away, hiding the blush.

Suresh stayed back where it looked like him and Eddie were conversating. Which was odd. Suresh never had many friends. When we were together, my mates were his mates. He only had three mates while we were together. Who knows how many now? But I find it odd for him to be this social?

I thought to myself, but Kat shortly interrupted my thoughts.

"... But anyway, it looks like you and Suresh are getting pretty serious. I mean, it's a little hot seeing him tell his competitors to graft off, not like Eddie would really graft on you. " She looked me up and down.

My mouth agape, "He did what?"

This information completely took me by surprise. If he meant what he said on the rooftop, why was he telling the only men in the villa to graft off me?

I squinted my eyes, sending daggers in Suresh's direction.

Telling porkies is exactly like old Suresh... and I'd hate to find out that nothing has really changed from who he was then to who he is now.

Tags: @fujihime-litg, @willemkimura, @theesocialintrovert

#litg fanfic #litg s5 #litg ex in the villa #love island the game #litg suresh #suresh x mc #litg season 5 #Peonyslumber: fics

[mdhwrites]

So, what is so awful about Starlight Glimmer that you refuse to try and finish up the remainder of the final 4 seasons of MLP Friendship is Magic? You finished up Owl House despite having loads of problems with that show, why not for MLP Friendship is Magic?

So A: I did not with TOH. Literally. I still have not seen about half the finale and like a third of Thanks to Them. I have watched what I have had to for blogs but that's it. I also only even considered not watching the rest once S2B ended because at the time, I didn't want to abandon it. I didn't want to lose it. However, I was explicit after King's Tide came out: If I didn't know for a fact so little TOH existed left, I would not even be considering watching S3.

B: There is SUCH a large difference between six more episodes of a show you liked and FOUR. SEASONS. of a show you'd been fading on for two seasons.

C: Starlight was a final nail in the coffin, not the first sin. I'd literally done an entire month of blogs on fimfic for S4 (or maybe five?) where I forced myself to be a bit more positive with that season because I'd been really harsh on it when it first came out and wanted to try and reconnect but even then, I'd found the season to be mostly boring. S5 didn't do any better and continued the trend of characters not just making mistakes but being outright assholes, at least in my opinion. Like if things weren't boring, they were miserable and I didn't like either setting for the show.

But what were my issues with Starlight? Well, she was an okay villain when she first appeared who gave up way too quick and thus lost all that was interesting about her, then literally killed an entire world potentially dozens of times when having never had proper training in magic and was then hugged and accepted as a new main cast member with less of a redemption and effort than Discord and then... Then she joined and felt like one of the writer's super cool OCs and please see how much better they are than the rest.

Now these memories are OLD at this point so I can't bring up as many details as I'd like. One of the big ones was others slipping backwards just to make Starlight look better, like the dinner with Celestia thing where Starlight invites Trixie and Twilight ENTIRELY LOSES IT like it is literally four seasons ago with Lesson Zero. I also believe the episode that kind of broke me was the Hearthswarming Special because it was downright the worst version of a Christmas Carol I'd ever seen where Starlight acted like she was literally above the story itself. Hell, I'm pretty sure my response to that episode was "How do you not understand the base structure of A CHRISTMAS CAROL!?"

And again, a lot of this was genuinely just indicative to me of how I just wasn't enjoying the show anymore. I didn't like the characters, I didn't like what they were doing and it all felt stale. I was right there with a lot of the fandom by being hyped during S4 by thinking that the Harmony Box was going to lead to an entire new cast of main characters because it did feel like a shake up was needed at that point for most of them or that most in S4 were getting their dreams to prepare them for a send off and the like. And then... They didn't. Our only new cast member came in the worst of the Twilight clones of smart magic horses and the plots seemed to double down on the fact that she was in fact MUCH worse than Twilight. Not because she behaved worse but because they had to try so hard to sell her to the audience.

But I want to make it clear that I gave S6 a few episodes still. I tried to still be on its side despite having been kind of miserable throughout S5 (going to the home of the griffins is still one of the worst episodes of anything I've ever watched). I wanted to still be a fan, especially since I was still writing for it.

You know, like TOH. And like TOH, it disappointed on all fronts with wanting to continue that commitment. So yeah, I'm not returning to MLP FiM for quite literally over an entire DAY'S worth of time just to be able to comment on the Friendship School. Why the hell would I when I have SO MANY better things to do with my time?

#mlp fim #Starlight Glimmer

[black-coffee-and-sugar]

I Believe In A Thing Called Love

woot! had to watch this one over a horrid wifi connection so i may have missed a few things:

- something something love totem. something something exposition. something something that doesn’t sound logical but we’re going with it because who really cares at this point?

- william is part of the mission briefing why?

- also lena has suddenly graduated from avoiding magic like the plague last week to creating a decoy love totem this week?

- also also. if lena's magic is strong enough to mimic 5th dimensional energy of the totems and if the dream totem alone is enough to make nyxly unstoppable and nia can wield dream energy, why are the super friends getting their asses kicked by a very human lex?

- everyone’s reactions to kara quitting were pretty benign. especially lena and alex

- kelly and lena’s little side hug is such a small thing but i shrieked! show us their friendship dammit!

- i feel robbed of that brainy, nia, kelly, lena scene

- j’onn and kara were privy to alex’s plan to propose which of course makes sense. her sister and her dad. but why the fuck is william getting enlisted? over your other friends who you’ve known for years? a quick call over facetime to your mother or even james? anyone but william

- either al’s bar got a facelift or the lighting used to be so shitty that i can’t recognize it anymore

- esme is too cute for words. “don’t you believe in love?” - only when i see dansen and supercorp on screen

- sigh. fucking lex, i guess we’re really doing this and it’s not that i want a whole lot of backstory but i just have questions. 1) why did lex decide to go to 31st century specifically? 2) how the fuck did he get there? 3) how long has he been gone? last time we saw him, he was stepping through a portal in 6x03. was he just chilling in the future for that whole time? 4) does the portal watch now moonlight as a time travel device because how did he get back? 5) is nyxly still a villain in the future? and if so, what has the legion been doing about it?

- i enjoyed the lex and nyxly scenes more than i thought i would. i don't ship it but they were funny and i am just a human.

- round of applause for otis for reminding lex that he literally thrives in toxic relationships. 

- i have never seen the family resemblance between lex and lena until lex said “you can’t just tell a woman how you feel. it'll scare them off” because this is 100% lena with kara

- okay okay lena “magic is unreliable” luthor using magic throughout this episode like a pro just because kara bat her eyelashes, pouted and said please while between her legs last night (joking, joking)

- lena was ready to go fucking feral when kara got hurt and i’m living for this.

- the way lena was hovering over kara. fellas, imagine waking up to that beautiful face in your field of vision. and i felt very robbed of a hug but the convo was nice

- and so the medbay scenes have gone from just alex to alex and lena to just lena. lena continuing to thank a god she doesn't believe in because kara is okay. lena popping that extra button cuz the power of titties can heal

- dansen proposal had me weeping. the inclusion of esme and that little callback to 5x01 when they shared the same fav movie villain, the way the fucking love totem showed up in alex’s pocket!!!! i didn’t think the writers were capable

- but seriously, how reassuring is it for the love totem to seek you out while your love is proposing to you? im fragile right now

- esme: you guys had the same plan! it's fate!

look at esme out here being the biggest dansen shipper! alex and kelly are soulmates and idk how some people can't see it.

- esme shouting supergirl a la alex in S5. can she get a little mickey mouse signal watch too?

- my little brainia crumbs. nia bless your soul for giving our boy what he needs

- okay j’onn’s courage test was actually so tragic. the potential his character had. they really did him dirty too

- listen. lena has officially protected kara now in every possible. with her tech, with her money, with her support and now her magic. who else is checking all the boxes the way lena does?

- but also kara going to lena to have her humanity protected? that level of unwavering faith and trust? it is one of the most consistent things about her character

- i love how kara has been incapable of delivering a hope speech since 5x19, even in the hope totem episode but suddenly has one ready because lena needs it

- it’s not that i don’t like the dialogue between kara and lena. their scenes are lovely but it’s this incessant use of “us” and “we” and "you all" and “this team” when they are clearly talking about each other only. it’s not a group moment, they are alone, they don’t need to include the others. they are a given. kara wants to say “i have you and you have me and i’m your family now” and that fits the scene a lot better. so just have her say that, what are you so afraid of? it can’t possibly get any more romantic at this point.

- love totem reappearing on esme and im stressed. they're really gonna kidnap a child! well, if that doesn't motivate the super friends to finally go all out against lex and nyxly, idk what will

- lex giving a "then i met you" speech. are you fucking kidding me???

- the amount of times my 🤡 brain thought supercorp was gonna kiss/say i love you

- not kara waiting for lena with two glasses of champagne. not kara saying lena always protects her. not kara leaning in AGAIN but not kissing this woman.

- supercorp scenes following canon couple scenes as per the bait. am i supposed to ignore the constant confirmation that lena is kara's person and vice versa. don't touch me

- also does william get kidnapped again? cuz i didn't really care the first few times he was in danger so....

- lord help me with the bachelorette party. everyone is looking like a snack in the stills. im so ready.

- seems like we're finally getting some acrata after a whole damn season. what a waste.

#supercorp #dansen #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #kelly olsen #nia nal #alex danvers #brainy #j'onn j'onzz #cw supergirl

[writing-wh0re]

Hi I saw ur taking requests so maybe something in s5 Riverdale after the time jump and sweet pea and y/n have a little family and she works at the high school as a history teacher or something :)

All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests

Likes are great but feedback is golden - Open to all feedback, I know there is room for improvement. 

Hope this fic lives up to your standards! Please enjoy it :) 

Y/C/N (Your Childs Name)

Pairing: Sweetpea x reader

Word Count: 1,380k

Warnings: None really, Fluff mainly. 

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“Have a great break everyone! Enjoy yourselves!” I shout over the crowd of kids leaving the classroom, a chorus of ‘you too’’ filling the air. 

I quickly gather my papers and folders dumping them into my leather book bag as I rush out of the classroom as well. I lock the classroom door, having to stop for a second as my baby stirs around inside my stomach. 

“Woah sweet girl, I’ll slow down for you.” I say rubbing my stomach as I start to walk out of the school at a quickened pace. 

“Ah, Y/N, do you have a quick second?” Rick, the head of English asks as I huff. 

“Has to be quick Rick, I need to pick up Y/C/N.” 

“Just wanted to wish you a good break, plus Kathy wanted me to pass this little gift onto you from all of us.” Rick gestures to my huge stomach as I smile. 

“That is so wonderful, thank you, pass on my thanks to all of them.” I smile brightly as I look at the clear lidded gift box filled with baby booties, a baby beanie and a pacifier. 

“Have fun, enjoy your time.” Rick dismisses as I nod and continues to walk out of the school, rushing to be on time for Y/C/N, knowing he will give me sass if I’m late. 

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“Mummy! Finally, you’re just on time.” Y/C/N giggles slinging his bag onto his shoulders. 

“Y/C/N had a great day today, what did you learn today Y/C/N?” Kortney the kindy teacher says as Y/C/N smiles brightly. 

“I learnt easy maths” 

“Oh, baby that is great, I’m so proud of you, you know daddy is coming home tonight” I say brushing back the hair that has fallen in front of his face. 

“Daddy is home tonight! Bye Miss Kortney!” Y/C/N waves rushing to get out the door, excited that Sweets is home from doing his long haul trucker trips for the serpents. 

“Thank you Kortney, see you in two weeks.” 

I quickly waddle behind Y/C/N to the car, buckling him in as we get ready for our drive home. 

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“Daddy, we’re home!” Y/C/N yells holding the door open to our small one story three bedroom home. 

“Ahhh, Y/C/N, how are you buddy?” Sweets says picking up Y/C/N as our little boy wraps his dad into the tightest hug he can muster. “I’ve got to say hi to mummy, go empty your bag.” Sweets says as Y/C/N nods, walking into the kitchen to empty out their kindy bag. 

“Hiya daddy.” I smirk as Sweets runs at me, engulfing me into a tight but gentle hug. I feel my heart swell with love as Sweetpea cups my face with both hands, kissing me. 

“Hi Mummy, how are my two girls?” Sweets asks as he bends down to softly kiss my stomach. 

“She is very active today, probably knew her daddy was home again.”

“How was school baby?” Sweets asks, brushing my hair behind my ear. 

“High school kids are so moody and none of them care about modern history, it bugs me, they don’t listen, like it's cool to not care about school.” I huff as Sweets smiles at me. “History is an elective, they can choose not to do it, we don’t force them to do it.” I ramble as Sweets nods along. 

“Looking forward to the break then?” Sweets chuckles as I nod. 

“It’s good to have you home.” 

Sweets smiles wide as he grabs a hold of my hand and leads me to the kitchen where Y/C/N has emptied his whole bag onto the floor and can be found deep in the pantry looking for cookies. 

“Can I help you, sir?” Sweets asks getting down to Y/C/N’s level. 

“I need cookies daddy, mummy says they are only for special days and today is special.” Y/C/N attempts to reason as Sweets looks back at me. 

“That was the best explanation, I can’t argue with this little man.” Sweets says as he ruffles Y/C/N hair. 

I waddle over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water as I lean against the kitchen counter. 

“I’ll have to go to the bar tonight, Toni is performing and needs me, unless you need me here baby.” Sweets says holding my hips as I smile. 

“You’ve got to do what you have to do for the club Sweets, I get it, Y/C/N and I will have a movie night.” I say as Y/C/N nods excitedly. 

“Daddy, please stay.” Y/C/N pouts tugging on Sweets pants as he looks between me and Y/C/N. 

“Aunty Toni needs me buddy.” Sweets tries to reason as Y/C/N shakes his head. 

“I can talk to Aunty Toni.” Y/C/N sasses as Sweets chuckles. 

“I’ll talk to her buddy, let me see what I can do.” Sweets smiles, grabbing his phone as he quickly pecks me, leaving the kitchen to call Toni. 

“Once you finish that cookie, it's bath time okay.” I say as Y/C/N smirks cheekily. 

“You have to catch me mummy!” Y/C/N squeals as I smile rolling my eyes at my very energetic child. 

Before I can attempt to run after Y/C/N Sweets walks into the room with him over his shoulder, giggling like mad. 

“Well, It's officially a full family movie night, I’ll see the serpents tomorrow.” Sweets smiles as I waddle over to him, kissing him as Y/C/N whines. 

“Yucky.” Y/C/N complains as Sweets and I chuckle, kissing each other again causing more complaints to fall from his lips. 

“Come on my boys, it's bath time.” 

Sweets is instantly running down the hallway to the bathroom to bathe Y/C/N. I quickly grab my phone and dial Pop’s, ordering three milkshakes and burgers. 

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“I have one quick request and you’ll get something out of it.” I smirk placing my hands on Sweets chest. 

“Tempting, what can I do baby.” Sweets asks, holding my hands as Y/C/N stands next to us. 

“Drive to Pop’s and get our order please?” I ask as Y/C/N does a little happy dance next to us. 

“Milkshake time, milkshake time.” Y/C/N sings as Sweets and I chuckle. 

“That’s all you.” Sweets gestures to the little performance as I shrug. 

“Hey, you chose to marry me and have this little bundle of joy.” I state as I ruffle Y/C/N hair. 

“Okay, I’ll be back in fifteen, get the movie ready.” Sweets says kissing both of us on the head as he leaves to pick up dinner. 

“Monsters Inc, daddy and I talked about it.” Y/C/N declares walking into the lounge room as he starts to hunt for the dvd. 

“Good choice baby.” I say helping him get the movie ready. 

“Go get your pillows and blankets baby.” I say as Y/C/N runs to his room. 

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I wake up with a kink in my neck, looking around my surroundings all of us having fallen asleep before the movie had even ended. 

“I’m too scared to move and wake him.” Sweets whispers as I look and see Y/C/N laying in an odd position on Sweets. 

“He has been sleeping like a rock lately, I have to go to our bed, your little girl hurts my back.” I say rubbing my pregnant stomach as Sweets nods. 

“Of course baby, I’ll meet you in there, I’ll carry him to bed.” Sweets says as Y/C/N falls limp, light snores coming from his mouth as Sweets shifts his weight and carries him to bed. 

I get into our bedroom, pulling down the covers as I get into bed, the comfort of the mattress relaxing my sore muscles. 

I feel my eyelids get heavy, fighting sleep to try and wait for Sweets to get to bed. Deciding to wait for him with my eyes closed, a little rest. 

I feel the bed dip beside me, my eyes opening to see Sweets getting into bed shirtless, hair damp, the smell of his body wash filling the air. 

“I’ve missed you.” I cry slightly as Sweets pulls me closer to him.

“I’ve missed you too baby, I miss my little family so much.” Sweets sniffles as I hold him tight, sniffling as well.

“Shh baby, lets sleep.” Sweets coos as I snuggle into the comfort of my husband, savouring every moment I have with Sweets before he hits the road again.

#writing-wh0re-requests #sweetpea #riverdale #sweetpea x reader #sweetpea x you #sweetpeat x y/n #riverdale requests #riverdale x reader #riverdale x you #writing #riverdale sweet pea #riverdale southside #riverdale fanfiction #fanfiction requests #imagines

[giggles-and-freckles]

my fic masterlist

decided to do this for my own sake more than anyone else’s because sometimes I have to make sure the idea I get at 3am isn’t one I’ve already written hehe. anyway, a lot of these are on my ao3, but I’m also going to try and track down some of my TuMbLr-eXcLuSiVe fics, too. I’ll update this as often as I remember (so, uhhh–)

In-Progress: Not On A Consistent Updating Schedule Bc Abi is a Mess ™

midst of the mind – Anakin has always had a pretty good understanding of his feelings, even if he's not particularly disciplined in acting on them. But things surrounding the Chancellor seem to be off and Anakin's determined to get to the bottom of it. With a little help from his friends.(or: fix-it ROTS fic where Ani, Obi, and Padmé take down the Chancellor one fake smile and late-night tea party at a time)

evermore – "dreamscapes and tragedies and epic tales of love lost and found" within the lives of our favourite space fam. (or: TAYLOR SWIFT LITERALLY OWNS MY SOUL, OKAY?) (unrelated one-shots based on taylor swift songs ha)

filling the gaps – after the horror of Naboo, Obi-Wan has flipped from Padawan to having a Padawan in a matter of hours and he's not sure how much longer he can pretend like he's okay. thankfully, this one spunky youngling who keeps popping up in the corners of his life seems to know what to do. (or: baby!Soka unknowingly helps new Knight!Kenobi figure things out and braids his hair along the way)

Obi-Wan & Ahsoka: Best Father-Daughter Duo In The Galaxy According To Me (because let’s be honest...that’s why I’m here) (tagged: #obi & soka)

filling the gaps – *in-progress multi-chapter* after the horror of Naboo, Obi-Wan has flipped from Padawan to having a Padawan in a matter of hours and he's not sure how much longer he can pretend like he's okay. thankfully, this one spunky youngling who keeps popping up in the corners of his life seems to know what to do. (or: baby!Soka unknowingly helps new Knight!Kenobi figure things out and braids his hair along the way)

playing catch – Ahsoka finds an old friend on Tatooine and has lots of questions. they cry a lot. obi-wan tells some white lies. they get the hugs they need. (Obi-Wan & Ahsoka reunite on Tatooine)

all too young – during a bout of insomnia while on Onderon, Ahsoka gets some advice and insight about her Master. (or Obi-Wan hears Ahsoka laugh for the first time and they get to have a snuggle and he absolutely spends the entire next day training the rebels trying not to cry thinking about it every dang time he sees her.)

hologram heart-to-hearts – we see Obi-Wan and Ahsoka have a conversation via hologram in the final season of tcw, but what if there had been...more?(three-parter) (basically Obi and Soka keep in touch after she leaves the Order and there’s...a lot of emotions involved)

little love – a sort of follow-up to hologram heart-to hearts; Ahsoka sticks her nose into the wrong Alliance meeting and discovers a certain Jedi is alive and on Tatooine of all places, so she places a long-distance call.

bad days – Ahsoka tries to squeeze out of her Grand Master exactly what happened on Mortis. and, as always, Obi-Wan is powerless to deny her anything, no matter how painful that truth may be.

sleeping with monsters – Ahsoka is having a hard time sleeping after her time on Felucia, so Obi-Wan offers a solution.

chance meeting – Obi-Wan is up late researching for his Master in the archives when a certain sneeze–and pair of big blue eyes–catch his attention.

‘drooping eyelids’ prompt fill – Ahsoka and Obi-Wan have a conversation about attachment while Anakin’s missing. they (plus Anakin) get some platonic cuddles.

‘dancing’ prompt fill – they attend a senatorial gala without Anakin because he’s feeling grumpy grump after deception arc fall-out. Obi realises that there are still things to be thankful for. 

sorrow – Ahsoka feels the full weight of loss as she clutches her Grand Master’s dead body. (deception arc FEELS!!!!)

‘I do not pretend to set people right, but I do see they are often wrong’ prompt fill – *trigger warning: death of children; Obi comforts Ahsoka after they witness an atrocity of the highest order.

the silence between — Ahsoka gets assigned to the 212th as her Master recovers. Unwanted quality time with her Grand Master doesn’t go as planned.

untitled ‘Obi & Ani role reversal au’ ficlet — Padawan Obi-Wan pays a visit to his best pal Ahsoka in the crèche.

‘falling asleep on each other’s shoulder’ prompt fill – the summary says it all. fluff!

'I don’t wanna die’ – Obi-Wan comforts Ahsoka in her pain. *tw: implied major character death

‘I made tea’ – Anakin is off-world so it’s up to Obi-Wan to take care of his sick grand-padawan.

sorry for the soup – post-deception arc. Ahsoka stops by Obi-Wan’s quarters to check-in.

Obi-Wan & Anakin: The Early Years (tagged: #obi & ani)

figuring it out – Anakin learns waking Obi-Wan up can sometimes be a good thing and Obi-Wan learns that maybe everything's going to be okay. (padawan!ani & new dad knight!kenobi)

if I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more – Anakin overhears a conversation he wasn’t meant to hear and lashes out in response. lots of hurt is uncovered and Obi-Wan hears some hard truths from his Padawan. angst, angst, angst...but with a hug.

reading lessons – the team takes a trip to the archives to find some reading material. Anakin is adorably insecure.

cold – Obi-Wan and Anakin have their first solo mission, but in typical Kenobi & Skywalker fashion, it does not go as planned. Exasperated Obi-Wan and Won't-Shut-Up Anakin are put to the test by deep space and a completely out-of-fuel ship. (or some more fluff where padawan!ani and new knight!kenobi get to try and figure out how the heck this master-padawan thing WORKS. hint: it's not easy!)

playing hooky – angel baby Anakin breaks Obi-Wan's heart and it's not for the last time...womp wooooomp.

like you – sweet, angel baby Ani gives himself a haircut and Obi-Wan deals with the aftermath. (I’m copying and pasting most of these summaries directly from ao3 and cracking up because I called Anakin a sweet angel baby in two in a ROW hahah)

fun? – the Jedi Council gives Obi-Wan his newest orders as a young Jedi Knight and he struggles to understand them. he was instructed to take his new Padawan and...have...fun?

go away/please stay – Obi-Wan has been disappearing for solo missions more and more often and Anakin's starting to wonder if it's more than just on request of the Council. (or: can you say TEEN ANGST!)

‘forehead kisses’ prompt fill – Anakin stumbles upon his Master having quite the nightmare, so he handles it the way his mom always handled his own nightmares. with patience and affection.

unnamed NAP TIME fic – Obi-Wan gets home from a solo mission early to find his bed occupied.

‘sweets’ prompt fill – Anakin gets a little ambitious with his choco-ball indulgence.

‘fuzzy socks’ prompt fill – years after arriving at the Temple, Anakin still hasn’t quite adjusted to the cold. Obi-Wan gets him a gift to help. (really just an excuse for some obi ani banter)

‘snowball fight’ prompt fill – Anakin takes his boredom to the next level, much to his Master’s chagrin.

untitled Anakin sickfic bc I’m not feeling very creative right now – the team goes on a mission but Anakin gets sick. Obi-Wan is ultimate mother hen and Anakin makes an observation.

got germs – sickficlet where both of our best boys are sick.

you’re okay – just some classic protective parent!Obi-Wan and teenaged son!Anakin post disaster.

‘you lied to me’ – angstpril day 13. Anakin really wants to go to Ilum and make his lightsaber...but is met with disappointment.

random sickfic – because we all know Anakin is the most annoying sick person in the world.

don’t struggle – the ship is crashing, as usual. but this time, Anakin’s seatbelt is stuck. *tw: implied major character deaths

relic – sith!Obi au. *tw: major character death

aspectabund – Anakin’s eyes betray him and his Master.

Obi-Wan & Anakin: Brotp But Also Idiots Who Don’t Know How To Communicate (still tagged #obi & ani)

define ‘attachment’ – while the dads esteemed Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker wait for Ahsoka to wake up, they talk about attachment, worry, and that time Ani caused an accidental security breech at the Temple.

favourites – Obi-Wan has been tasked with telling Anakin of his special assignment to keep an eye on the Chancellor, but he gets sappy and sentimental in the process because these conversations are hard.

after all these years – Obi-Wan tries to talk to Anakin, but it doesn't go well. does this sound familiar OR WHAT? (post-decpetion arc angst)

brilliant – Anakin is having a difficult time adjusting to his new mechno-arm for one very specific reason. (the boys communicate properly in this one and even get a hug as a treat!)

sober words said aloud – Anakin's meeting with the Council is interrupted by his highly intoxicated–and wildly affectionate–Master. (crack fic turned fluff)

‘you’ve been crying, I can tell’ prompt fill – Anakin makes the mistake of checking in on his Master after a particularly grueling mission. it doesn’t go well. (or: Obi-Wan loses his sh!t)

going somewhere? – Obi-Wan catches Anakin on his way out for a midnight rendezvous with a certain Senator. Anakin makes a quick decision and chooses Obi-Wan. sweet words are exchanged on a sentimental walk.

shaking hands – in the immediate wake of Ahsoka’s departure form the order, Anakin...isn’t okay. Obi-Wan tries to do something about it. (post S5 angst)

untitled platonic tired cuddles/back scratching fic – Anakin resorts to an old tactic to make his Master rest.

sun shine on – Obi-Wan and Anakin take a little trip to Tatooine to visit Shmi’s grave. (post-ROTS fix-it au of sorts)

pushing it too far — Obi-Wan calls Anakin for some help when he takes ‘intel’ too seriously and ends up drunk on a street in lower-level Coruscant.

whump prompt fill – Obi-Wan looks after Anakin after a near-miss. They talk.

‘was it another premonition?’ – Obi-Wan dreams of Luke. He wakes up to Anakin.

post-mortis angst – Anakin remembers. *tw: implied suicidal thoughts

angstpril: ‘you have to let me go’ – Anakin and Obi-Wan are stuck in a pit. only one of them can make it out alive. *tw: implied major character death

role model – post-deception angst. Obi and Ani talk. it doesn’t go well.

here either way – conversations about mental health. *tw: panic attack

hiraeth – Obi-Wan walks alone. *post ROTS

Anakin & Ahsoka: Dream Team Sharing One Single Brain Cell (tagged: #snips & skyguy or (for the really angsty) #its crying about snips & skyguy hours)

that one person – (my first fic!) Anakin gets assigned to lecture a class of younglings, but he's not the only one who doesn't want to be there.or Ahsoka Tano is done with Jedi sh!t and tries to leave, but this time it's just a classroom and not the entire Order and there's a lot less tears and pain.

define ‘attachment’ – while the dads esteemed Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker wait for Ahsoka to wake up, they talk about attachment, worry, and that time Ani caused an accidental security breech at the Temple.

here and now – the Force has tried to swallow Ahsoka Tano three times. it's hard to be the last one standing. (or Ahsoka feels the death of three important men in her life and is tired of being left behind) *tw: major character deaths (canon compliant and not depicted, only mentioned)

whumptober: crying – Anakin comforts a distraught Ahsoka after her disaster mission over Ryloth.

reaching out – Anakin is always there...until he’s not. Ahsoka reflects on how different it is fighting and living without Anakin at her side. (angst)

help would come  – Anakin and Ahsoka get stuck on an ice planet and things get dire. I chalked this full of parallels to the final conversation between Ani and Luke bc I love pain, I guess?

whump: ‘i’ve got you’ –  Anakin pulls Ahsoka from a nightmare.

zen!Anakin ficlet — Ahsoka visits Anakin in his new job as Galaxy’s #1 Dad (well Plo Koon still exists so maybe #1.5?).

right as rain – Ahsoka insists she is fine when she is distinctly not.

snoozeville – Anakin and a few boys of the 501st find their Commander catching some extra z’s.

stitching up – Ahsoka performs some in-the-moment surgery for Anakin and he tries not to scream. *tw: field surgery

‘platonic spooning’ prompt fill – do I need a summary after that?

sad hours: dancing – Anakin and Ahsoka dance in the aftermath of tragedy.

rainy ending given to a perfect day – Anakin and Ahsoka take a trip into downtown Coruscant. 

Anakin and Padmé: Abi Tries and fails To Write Romance (tagged: #anidala)

not enough – Anakin has a hard time with the Mortis fall-out. Padmé doesn’t know how to help someone who doesn’t want it. some painful connections between Ahsoka and Shmi are made. (angst, no happy ending, trouble in paradise)

I will not have this baby in a jail cell – some fluff, some crack, some Anakin-being-so-proud-of-his-badass-wife.

marcid – domestic fluff in which Padmé almost shoots him. ha. oops!

rubatosis – angsty anidala hours. Anakin can’t go to sleep. 

Obi-Wan and Satine: Abi Tries and fails some more To Write Romance (tagged #obitine)

don’t go – Obi-Wan makes a choice. *year on the run timeline

that’s mine – some happiness AU obitine. waking up next to each other. laughing. all the sappy stuff.

accidental keldabe kiss – all the ridiculous tropes I love with our favourite pining idiots. it’s the ‘kiss me so they don’t see us!’ trope!!!! *year on the run timeline

you’re shaking – Satine knows Obi-Wan more than he’d like. *year on the run

Anakin, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Rex, Padmé: Space Found Family In Whatever Form It Comes

here and now – the Force has tried to swallow Ahsoka Tano three times. it's hard to be the last one standing. (or Ahsoka feels the death of three important men in her life and is tired of being left behind) *tw: major character deaths (canon compliant and not depicted, only mentioned)

i want your midnights – the gang attends a New Year's banquet (read: party) and Padmé surprises them all with her midnight kiss.

evermore – "dreamscapes and tragedies and epic tales of love lost and found" within the lives of our favourite space fam. (or: TAYLOR SWIFT LITERALLY OWNS MY SOUL, OKAY?) (unrelated one-shots based on taylor swift songs ha)

flair for dramatics – when the gang gets their ship stranded on a desert planet, Anakin and Ahsoka get creative as they try to keep spirits up and minds off the sweltering heat. Obi-Wan questions his sanity. (crack fic turned fluff)

nothing a cup of tea can’t fix – when Anakin shows up to Obi-Wan's quarters in the middle of the night, the Jedi Master knows something has gone awry. answering Anakin's desperate cry for help, Obi-Wan is reminded of how very, very prone to dramatics his former Padawan and Grand Padawan are. (or: Ahsoka gets sick and Anakin flips his shit.) (sickfic)

in the sandstorm – when Tatooine's weather takes a turn for the worst, Ben Kenobi finds a young boy in need of shelter and some lessons on how wonderful his dad had been. (luke and obi-wan hurt/comfort)

remembering hurts – Rex and Ahsoka strive to survive on the snowy moon in the days after Order 66. tensions are high and emotions are volatile.

balter – disaster trio dances at a senatorial ball.

reunion – au where Anakin doesn’t completely turn to the dark side but everything up to and including Mustafar (except for the last like...five minutes) happens. Padmé has the twins, Obi-Wan is overwhelmed, Anakin is a mess. they’re happy...or at least, they will be soon.

‘cookies’ prompt fill – disaster trio makes cookies for the crechelings for Life Day. (just fluff and banter)

first ever codywan! – Cody does some bedside vigil for a hurt Obi-Wan. :’)

transponster – disaster trio is tired and delusional. Rex and Cody want Jedi to have some kriffing self-preservation.

one final salute — Obi-Wan and Cody get trapped. Obi-Wan’s luck is running out. (angst? angst.)

codywan whump – Cody saves Obi-Wan’s life. again. (more fluff than whump)

girls’ night – Ahsoka hangs out with her mom pal Padmé.

driving lessons – Obi-Wan and Anakin teach Ahsoka to drive. ha.

affectionate obi – the kids get Obi-Wan a puppy. fluff!

sorry I don’t speak idiot – Rex and Fives deal with a drunk Echo :’)

post deception disaster trio sadness – Ahsoka tries to keep Obi-Wan company in the aftermath of Rako Hardeen...but Anakin isn’t playing nice.

verklempt – Ahsoka and Yoda talk about being chosen. and Ahsoka finds out maybe she hasn’t been left behind afterall. *pre-TCW

apricity – disaster trio have a picnic at the temple! just pure fluff.

pyrrhic – codywan but make it angsty. some battles are won at too great a cost.

disaster trio sickfic – two Jedi dads and their (sick) daughter :’)

‘you’ve been here this whole time?’ – newlyweds anidala (but shh, Obi-Wan doesn’t know that! yes he does, everyone does.) are there when Obi-Wan wakes up and he ownders just what he did to get so lucky.

Febuwhump 2021: A Foray into Hurting the Characters I Love the Most 

mind control – Anakin’s narrative as he fights Ahsoka on Mortis. sad boy hours. a lot of insecurity happening here.

‘I can’t take this anymore’ – during the Obitine (plus third-wheel Qui-Gon) year on the run, Satine gets tired of Obi-Wan trying to die for her. a bit hurt/comfort, a lot sappy.

imprisonment – on their first mission together, Obi & Ani get captured. Anakin learns how Obi-Wan feels about tight spaces.

coma – post deception arc. Obi-Wan goes into a coma after a particularly intense conversation with Anakin. Anakin tells Obi’s unconscious body how he’s feeling. angst, angst, angst. there’s your warning.

‘take me instead’ – Anakin escorts Padmé on a diplomatic mission but things get dicey and quick decisions must be made. Anakin isn’t the only one in this relationship willing to be an idiot for the sake of *love.* (or: another attempt to write Anidala in a convincing way because they give me a tough! time! so this time make it...dangerous)

insomnia – Anakin overhears a late night holo-call and learns that his Master has a...friend that is a girl???? and is pretty???? but also that his Master may need some fixing and he thinks he may just be the nine-year-old for the job.

poisoning – Ahsoka gets drugged and Anakin gets...er...angry. (read: dark)

‘hey, hey, this is no time to sleep’ – as Ahsoka and Anakin wait for help, Anakin tells a story. an ancient monster in the heart of Tatooine...waiting for it's day of reckoning. (or: Ahsoka gets dehydrated and Anakin can't deny his hurting sister/padawan anything so he talks a little bit about home.)

buried alive – Anakin reflects on some things as his Padawan tries to rescue him from the rubble. angst!!!!!!!!!

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t know’ – the Council loses a planet and Obi & Ani get tasked with finding it, but after nine hyperspace jumps and a painful discovery, Obi-Wan teaches his former Padawan one more lesson. (or: the boys talk about failure and feelings when Obi-Wan finds out Anakin's mechno-arm has been causing pain for a couple years)

hallucinations – Ahsoka tries to fix things. it doesn’t work. (post-order 66) angst 

‘who are you?’ – Anakin and Ahsoka rescue Obi-Wan, but things aren’t okay and Obi-Wan doesn’t recognise Anakin. (or: Obi is tortured for information about the fall of the Republic before it happens and goes a bit mad bc of it)

‘I didn’t mean it’ – Obi-Wan learns how cold and unfeeling his young Padawan thinks he is and has a rough day. angst

burned – Anakin mourns the loss of his Padawan in a tactile way. Obi-Wan watches. (or: Anakin throws Ahsoka’s Padawan beads into a fire)

‘I wish I have never given you a chance’ – Obi-Wan is reminded of his own incompetence through a vision form his old master.

you have to let me go – Ahsoka has one heirloom: a hologram of her old master as a padawan. but it’s time to let the past go and step into the future, with help from an old friend.

#my fic #maybe I'll go give creative names to some of these prompt request fills someday but #probably not #anyway I definitely should have been doing things other than making this tonight but HERE WE ARE #:) #also at the time of me typing this I have 49 fics listed on here #which is so crazy to me #bc I just started writing in september and if you had told me I would have 50 fics in five months I would have laughed at you #and its so fun and cringey to look back at some of these #its only been a few months but my writing has CHANGED #(hopefully for the better?) #anyway yay! an organised archive! #sw fanfiction

[matan4il]

I'm reading the meta for buddie in the finale and ... what's buddifer? Am I just being really dumb??? lmao

Awww, I hope you enjoyed it overall. :D And thank you for reaching out, sorry it was unclear! If Buddie is the combo of Buck and Eddie, Buddifer is a reference to the family unit of Buck, Eddie and Chris. Also, I just think it sounds cute. XD Hope this helped! xoxox

Oliver just did an interview and it wa so good for buddie.

Oooh, thank you for letting me know, Nonnie! If anyone has a link to this interview, I would love to read it. It also might sound weird, but I didn't think Tim's interview about Buddie was that bad. I might be wrong, but IMO he tried to keep things so vague that I suspect he ended up sounding more anti-Buddie than he meant to, I think he was trying to keep the door open without saying too much. Like that reference to Band of Brothers? Man, that show had a lot of people shipping those soldiers (I was one of them, yes). And this was back when fandom wasn't quite what it is today... Tim's been around enough, he must know about that. So my eyes actually grew bigger when I saw that reference... Thank you again, Nonnie! xoxox

Ooooookay the way Eddie was speaking and his facial expressions and mannerisms in that final scene.... FEELINGS REALIZED. Am I right?????? Sir you just gave this man your child. I am fully convinced Eddie knows and is pining away and we just have to wait for Buck to wrap his pretty lil head around it (and if that means trying things out with Taylor then fine BUT UGH)

LOL Nonnie, I absolutely love this ask! XD TBH, if we were talking about normal men, I would def think he knows. But we're talking about our morons, whose capacity for being oblivious has to be a world record of some kind, so who knows. Carla's words to Eddie def made me feel like he knew that he's with the wrong person, but has he managed to figure out who the right one is? Or is he still saying to himself, "Chris is my heart and I gave Chris to Buck, so that means I gave my... my friend a really nice reason to feel cheered up!" Like, the needle is on the record, the music is playing, it almost gets to the musical climax and then... a scratch noise and the needle bounces off. IDK, they both make me roll my eyes so hard (lovingly, but still). Taylor being around for s5 would give Eddie the perfect opportunity to finally figure it out if he hasn't yet. Because if he hasn't, you're right about everything in that scene, he's like a hair's breadth away from his feelings realization, he just needs the final push. Thank you for this ask, Nonnie! xoxox

Hi Alice!! I hope you’re well and I CANNOOOOOOT wait for your meta from the finale. I’m hoping you might do me a favour? If it’s not asking too much and you wouldn’t mind, would you please blog about it whenever the season 5 release date is announced? 🥺 I always miss the memo on these things and I’m not very active in the fandom but I have notifications set for your blog because I love to read your content so I know I wouldn’t miss it. If not that’s okay!! 💛

Awwww, Nonnie! This is incredibly sweet and you made my day much better! Thank you so much for the lovely compliment of having notifications set for my blog. I'm in awe and I wish I could hug you SO MUCH! I hope you enjoyed the 414 meta and thank you for being kind and wishing me well. I'll get there. Hopefully before my bday. XD And of course I'll blog about it for you! It would be my pleasure, lovely! I hope you're doing well, too! xoxox

(more ask replies soon... Sorry, like I said here, it's gonna take me a minute to get to them all, but I really appreciate them and please don't hesitate to send them in! xoxox)

#buddie #buddie meta #911 meta #911meta #9-1-1 #evan buck buckley #evan buckley #eddie diaz #edmundo diaz #taylor kelly #eddie x buck #buck x eddie #ask #fandom love #kindness #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

[theaviskullguy]

Can We please have some Aviskull headcannons 🙏🙏 i don't see aviskull shipers a lot so

Also ur kins are so swag. I kin Agent 8 / Hachi and our little silly skrunkly emperor.

1, aw, thank you for the kin compliment!!!

2, I GOTCHU FAM

(also feel free to ask for coroika headcanons!!! I will always respond!!!)

-VERY affectionate with each other. In public it's a bit more subdued like... holding hands or an affectionate headbutt when Skull doesn't wanna risk a quick slip of the mask for a kiss. And in private they are like. Almost always touching. Hand holding, hugs from behind... it's cute.

-Avi is an enabler for Skull's sweet tooth. He knows how to make so many pastries and shit, it's amazing. Skull will help or hug Avi from behind while he's baking.

-They were friends since like. At least preschool, before getting together a few years after starting turf war

-ALTERNATIVELY

-They wanted to have a wedding as really young kids and their parents were enablers to their romantic shenanigans and gave them a lil mock wedding. But they didn't know there could be two husbands so Skull decided he wanted to be the wife. They've been together ever since. When someone asks "when's the wedding" Avi just says "we had one when we were 4"

-They do have an actual wedding. Skull still wants to be referred to as the wife as he prefers feminine titles over masculine ones but still uses he/him pronouns

-This makes Avi the "I LOVE MY WIFE" guy of coroika despite being in a mlm relationship

-Skull needs a prosthetic leg and he uses the type where he rests his leg stump in it and when he's not wearing it, Avi just. loves kissing his stump.

-theyre soulmates your honor.

-Due to Skull and Avi being married this makes Avi an honorary member of the S4 as a sub-in. If you include Rider that... makes it the S6 now.

-They're affectionately referred to as "Mom and Dad" respectively by the other S5.

-A lot of candy/dessert themed pet names like sweetie, cupcake, cookie... Skull's called Avi his Macaron, once

-BUT also a lot of traditional pet-names are used. "Dearest" and "Beloved" are big ones for them.

-Avi will sometimes call Skull his Bunny, due to Skull's favorite animals being bunnies

-Avi will press kisses to Skull's mask. its cute

-Other favorite places on Skull that Avi loves to kiss is his leg stump, cheek, anywhere on his hands, or his forehead.

-Skull loves kissing Avi's wrist, back of hand, top of his head, and also his forehead

-Inkopolis's power couple. Other than Empergloves cause yknow. Empergloves. But still

-Can just, tell when the other is feeling down.

-Avi knows how to swing dance and Skull can ballroom dance. They often combine these and dance to romantic songs that are not traditionally used for Swing or Classical dancing. Steal The Light by The Cat Empire is a good one

-Skull can do archery so Avi calls him Cupid or Eros sometimes. Depends on how cute he's being. In return Skull calls Avi his Psyche. If you know that myth im kissing you on the lips right now. /p

im stopping myself here or ill go on forever

#coroika #lilac lovers #aviskull #Galax rambles

[catrasredemption-moved]

I'm really struggling and hurting with what's going on in the fandom right now as im losing the only comfort i had in quarantine. could you please write something happy post-s5 catradora based on noelle's statement that once Adora realises she's in love with Catra she'd be SO into the reslationship?

((I get you, Nonners <3 *hugs* Again, white af, so I’m going to limit my comments, but - it isn’t all downhill from here. Try not to give up)) (((Disclaimer it’s almost 4am and my sleeping meds are kicking in, so I’m sorry if this isn’t completely coherent)))

Adora had never half-assed anything in her life.

And she’d be damned if she was going to start now, at a time when being fully on her game was more important than ever.

“I just want to do something for her!”

Bow practically had hearts in his eyes. Glimmer was a little less impressed. “I’m pretty sure if you just stayed in bed and napped together all day, she’d be happy.”

“I know, I know.” Adora sighed. “But that’s not - I want to do something good. Like, really show her that I love her.”

“Take a vacation.”

“Glimmer!”

“What? I’m serious,” Glimmer insisted. “If you just like... took an entire week off to do nothing but spend time with her, she’d probably be speechless. Which I would pay to see, by the way.”

Adora frowned, thinking it over. It was true that Catra would probably be floored by Adora taking a week off, no need for She-Ra or anything, just for her.

“I don’t know. Do you think it’s enough? What should we do? What do people do on vacation?”

“You could just travel?” Bow suggested. “You know, get as far from Bright Moon as you can then call Glimmer for a ride back or something when you’re done.”

It was... actually a good idea, Adora thought. They’d spent their whole lives in the Fright Zone wondering what was beyond the Whispering Woods. They could actually see things now. They could see a world full of magic!

The happy thoughts died almost as quickly as they had started. “I... I dunno. I mean, it sounds great, but that would take more than a week, and-”

“Take a month,” Glimmer encouraged. “Take six months, honestly. You guys saved the universe. If anyone’s earned time off, it’s you.”

“That’s a lot of time.”

“And you’ve earned it,” Bow assured her. “Maybe not six months - I mean, you should take six months but I know that would drive you nuts. But take a month. Go places. Spend time together. I think it’d be good for you guys.”

Adora chewed on her thumbnail for a moment before slowly nodding and smiling. “Yeah. Okay.”

This whole thing had started with Catra not feeling like a priority in Adora’s life, after all. A month together would be the perfect way to show Adora she was invested and she cared. Perfect. * * * * * * * * * * * * Catra didn’t get back to Bright Moon that night. “Your cat passed out on my couch,” Mermista informed Adora flatly, turning the screen so Adora could see Catra curled up in a tight ball, sleeping.

“Is she... okay?”

“She’s dumb. Sea Hawk found her almost sick with heat stroke and had to drag her away from the house she was working on.”

Adora’s heart jumped to her throat. “She’s... She’s really trying hard to help with Salineas.”

“And I appreciate it,” Mermista admitted in a rare moment of genuine honesty. “But I’ll appreciate it less if she kills herself in the process. If she’s going to die, I should at least get the first shot.”

“Glimmer can come get her, if you want.”

“Nah, she already feels like hell. She can sleep it off on the couch.”

Adora scrubbed her eyes, smiling weakly. “Thanks, Mermista. Sorry, I guess I should’ve warned you, she gets really intense when she actually puts effort into things.”

“She’s not someone I would’ve pegged for a workaholic. Want me to wake her up to say... I dunno, good night or whatever you guys say to each other?”

“Nah, let her sleep.” Adora wanted Catra home, wanted to talk to her about a vacation, but she was sleeping, and that was more important than anything. She’d been exhausting herself for nearly a month working on Salineas. And while it was earning her some begrudging tolerant will with Mermista (who firmly believed actions were better than any apology Catra could ever say), Adora was worried. A vacation would really do her some good. * * * * * * * * * * * * Glimmer and Adora went to Salineas the next morning to get Catra. They thought it was reasonable to assume she was still sleeping off the heat stroke at the palace.

“Nope, she took off before I woke up,” Mermista said flatly when they found her. “Sea Hawk tried to find her, but he’s not exactly subtle about it, so she probably had plenty of time to hide.”

“Great.” Adora sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’ll... track her down.”

“Tell her if she’s going to keel over to get out of my kingdom. She can die on Bright Moon’s turf.”

“Tell her not to die,” Glimmer added.

“Yes, and yes.”

Mermista pointed Adora in the direction of where they’d found Catra yesterday. She approached a half built house, quietly climbing up the ladder at the side and finding Catra working on the roofing.

“Seriously?” she asked, resting her arms on the edge of the roof. Catra looked up, surprised.

“What?”

She looked exhausted, her face flushed red. Adora sighed. “Are you coming home any time soon?”

“Yeah, yeah.” She went back to work, distracted. “Sorry, I dunno what happened yesterday.”

“You made yourself sick working in the sun all day.”

“Sea Hawk overreacted.” Catra waved Adora off. “He’s just scared you’d kill him if you found he let me overwork myself.”

“Sooooo you’re admitting it?”

“No, that’s just his logic.”

Adora shook her head. “Come on, take the day off and come home. I wanna talk to you about something.”

“I really need to finish this.”

There was a weird moment where Adora thought she understood how Catra had felt for years. Catra had been working nonstop on Salineas for a month, and Adora was starting to feel a little ignored.

But she also understood Catra’s side. She took a deep breath, hauling herself up onto the roof and crawling over to Catra, gently putting her hand on Catra’s and stopping the hammer. “Hey. I get it, okay? But you’re not responsible for fixing all of Salineas.”

“Actually, I kind of am,” Catra replied bitterly. She was far too warm for it to be comfortable.

“I’m pretty sure Hordak could stand to take a little more responsibility than he has.” Adora couldn’t help but be a bit bitter about that. He had mostly stayed in Dryl, working with Entrapta on tech that would help with the rebuilding process. And that was great and all, but it wasn’t much compared to Catra being out here every day working herself half to death.

Catra let out a long sigh, finally relaxing her hand. “I just... need to do this, Adora. Okay?”

“I get that, but you don’t need to do it at the expense of your own health. And yes, I know I’m a hypocrite. But I’m worried about you.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” Adora squeezed her hand. “And that’s okay. Have you eaten anything?”

“No.” The honesty was nice.

“Did you skip eating because you felt sick?” Catra nodded. “Okay. So... you can leave with me, or Mermista can wash you out to sea so you don’t die in her kingdom.”

Catra looked around, and sighed, finally nodding. “Okay. Let’s go.”

Getting her back to solid ground was a bit dicey, but she held herself up and managed to walk back to the palace without much help.

“She lives,” Mermista said dryly when they arrived back at the palace. Glimmer smiled, although she couldn’t hide her worry.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m fine.” Catra smothered a yawn, scrubbing her eyes.

“Picture of health all right,” Mermista deadpanned. “Look, you built like, an entire neighborhood on your own. Come back when you’re not burning up.”

Glimmer rested a hand on Catra’s shoulder, wincing when she felt the heat radiating off of her. Adora took a moment to whisper, “Thank you for taking care of her,” to Mermista. The princess shrugged.

“Yeah, you know. Whatever.”

Catra was not happy with the teleport back to Bright Moon. Glimmer put them close enough to the bed so she could drop straight onto it, groaning. Good luck, the queen mouthed before disappearing. Adora went to the bathroom, wet a washcloth with cold water, and returned to the bed, resting the cloth on the back of Catra’s neck. She shivered.

“Cold.”

“Yes, because you’re burning hot.” Adora settled in next to her. “So, I had an idea, and I already know you’re going to argue with it, but hear me out.” Catra hummed in affirmation. “I was thinking we should take some time off. You and me. I was thinking traveling, but now I’m thinking maybe go visit Frosta and spend a week in the snow.”

“Oh hell no,” Catra muttered. “I am not going anywhere with snow. That’s where I draw the line.”

“But you’re agreeing to the vacation?”

“I dunno.” Catra raised her head. “When? Can it wait until Salineas is-”

“No.” Adora gently clasped Catra’s face in her hands. “I know this is hard for you, but you can’t hurt yourself trying to fix things. That won’t accomplish anything, and nobody wants to see you hurting, not even Mermista.”

Catra looked ready to argue, but something in her expression flickered. “You’re willing to take time off just to do nothing?”

“Not nothing. To spend time with you. We can hold each other accountable. You keep me strapped down, and I’ll lie on top of you to make sure you don’t run off to Salineas.”

Tears slowly filled Catra’s eyes, and Adora panicked for a moment before Catra spoke. “You’d... really take time off to spend time with me?”

“Of course.” Adora kissed her gently. “I love you, Catra. And I know we’ve been through a lot and done a lot that doesn’t really... support that, and I want to prove it now. And I want to take care of you.”

The moment of silence between them was comfortable. The same silence they could have spent hours in at one point in their lives. “I love you too,” Catra finally murmured. “Maybe taking some off to spend together wouldn’t be so bad. If only to see you try and relax.”

“Ha. Ha.” Adora grabbed the washcloth and began gently wiping Catra’s face. “Glimmer gave us a month, but I’m pretty sure she’ll be happy if we want to take more. Let’s start with getting you better, then we can figure out what we want to do from there. Okay?”

“Yeah.” Catra snuggled into Adora’s chest, taking a deep breath. “That sounds good.”

It had worked. Adora couldn’t believe it. “So uh... I’m doing this relationship thing pretty good, huh?”

Catra snorted, reaching up to push her face away. “Get over yourself.”

#catradora #catradora fic #Mystery Person #Sam Answers #askbox fic

[lit-in-thy-heart]

I'm so excited you've jouned in!!! 💕

You owe Merwaine some happiness after your VERY angsty episode analyses so I would love those two and Sleepy hug please!! 😍

@little-ligi i hope this makes up for the angst!!! thank you for sending a prompt and have merlin and gwaine falling asleep together when with the knights and arthur on a trip thing (unspecified) between s4 and s5 💕

once again, under the cut because this is the longest one yet...

Rearranging his cloak so it provided greater coverage from the brisk wind, Gwaine glanced over at the group who were gradually drifting off amongst the fallen foliage. Despite the undiluted thoughts that inevitably streamed through his head when on watch, Gwaine relished the uninterrupted opportunity to softly observe Merlin without having the eyes of the other knights on him. If he had an apple for every time one of them – usually Percival or Arthur, despite Elyan’s quiet requests for them to shut up – had called him out for supposedly undressing Merlin with his eyes, he would certainly have a bushel of them by now. Granted, Gwaine sometimes did have the habit of mentally undressing Merlin with his eyes when he looked at him, but more often than not the knight was simply gazing in wonder at how such a beautiful being had chosen to devote his life to Gwaine of all people.

Merlin had been out of his sight for the past couple of hours, having accompanied Elyan to retrieve firewood, but Gwaine knew that they were both exchanging new spells that they’d learnt over the past few weeks. Elyan had told Gwaine about his magic before Gwaine had even had his suspicions about Merlin confirmed. Or, rather, Gwaine had stumbled in on Elyan, when the call of nature had echoed in his head on the night they had first met, and had witnessed him throwing all five of Gwaine’s knives without touching a single one. Gwaine had been more bothered by the fact that he hadn’t even noticed that his knives were missing than by the fact that Elyan was a sorcerer. And then, several weeks later, after Merlin had confessed to Gwaine on the night they had found themselves in bed together after an evening in the tavern, Gwaine had told both Elyan and Merlin to meet him in the Darkling Woods, greeted them with the statement that they both had magic, and had left them to it. Although he forced his unwavering support onto Merlin at every given opportunity, Gwaine knew the value of having someone close who knew precisely the struggles being faced, and he was grateful that Merlin had that in Elyan, and vice versa.

With a smile, Gwaine’s gaze slid over to Merlin, cocooned in a blanket and laughing at some remark that Elyan had sleepily murmured, and he settled himself against a tree trunk, moving his eyes back to the space in front of him as he withdrew his sword and positioned it across torso, the point of the blade hovering dangerously close to his neck. It was probably best that he was keeping watch alone, so he wouldn’t get distracted by talking to someone – but it also meant that there was nobody to check him when his attention slid, as it always did, to Merlin. He squinted up at the sky, seeking out the moon. At least he wasn’t expected to keep watch all night. Not that there was much need. Perhaps it was somewhat of an invincibility complex but, ever since donning the cloak bearing Camelot’s emblem, Gwaine had felt untouchable. Almost. The cloak hadn’t made Lancelot untouchable. Setting his jaw, Gwaine took a deep breath and focused on the lazy wave of the leaves opposite, on the stars splattered across the deep canvas of the sky like a bloodstain, on the soft melody of the wind.

‘Come on, now, Gwaine, you know full well how hot you look when you hold a sword like that.’

Perhaps Gwaine, who had not noticed Merlin – Merlin, of all people – approach, had not been the best choice for watch. He looked up with the smile that always graced his lips whenever the warlock was near, eyes dropping with Merlin’s body as he settled himself next to him. ‘I am by no means opposed to making out right here, right now.’

To satiate his desire, Merlin scattered a trail of kisses along his hairline. ‘I don’t think the others would appreciate it.’

‘Mm, you’re probably right there,’ Gwaine murmured, his fingers tracing Merlin’s face. ‘And you should sleep.’

‘I’m okay.’

Gwaine’s hands found the shadowed purple beneath Merlin’s eyes and he fixed him with a look. ‘I know that you haven’t slept properly for the past two weeks. I can see it written all over your face.’

Scowling, Merlin pushed his hand away. ‘Well that’s rude.’

‘But not a lie.’

Expression softening, Merlin wrapped the blanket tighter around his body.‘That’s because you’ve been on night patrol for the past two weeks and haven’t slept next to me.’

‘I don’t enjoy it.’

‘No, but at least you get to talk to Elyan. I’m left alone with the ceiling and my thoughts, and you know how much I hate that.’ Realising how he sounded, Merlin leaned closer into Gwaine. ‘I’m not trying to guilt-trip you. I know full well there’s nothing you can do about it.’

Just as Merlin knew that, Gwaine knew full well that he shouldn’t do what his arm had already started to do but, noticing Merlin’s poorly-concealed shivers, he set down his sword and drew Merlin in so the warlock was resting his head in Gwaine’s chest. Then, kissing the top of his head, Gwaine pushed him away as swiftly as he’d pulled him in. ‘Go to bed, love. If you fall asleep here then your neck will not be thanking you in the morning.’

Looking up, Merlin held his gaze for several moments. With a sigh, he lifted his head and kissed Gwaine on the mouth before reluctantly standing and stumbling back to the makeshift camp. Gwaine watched as he settled himself at a slight distance from the other knights and Arthur, his back turned. The flickering embers cast subtle shadows across Merlin’s back and Gwaine’s gaze remained turned towards him for several moments more before he forced his eyes to travel away from the warlock’s form. Gwaine didn’t need to see it to know how it moulded to his palms when they were alone.

When around other people, Merlin always seemed to skirt around Gwaine, always leaving at least several inches between their bodies, as if afraid of causing Gwaine to shatter as a mirage if he made even the slightest contact with his skin. Gwaine had started wearing gloves more frequently in the hopes that Merlin would be more liberal in brushing against him then, but it had all been to no avail. Then Gwaine had continued to wear gloves anyway, just so that his bare hands wouldn’t have the nerves numbed by grazing surfaces before they reached out for Merlin’s skin. The result was a warm tingle that, to some, would be more of a scald, but Gwaine savoured every moment that his skin was set alight by Merlin. Having a particular skill with fire spells also helped him not feel the agony of burning so much, too.

When they were alone, though, Merlin was the one to remove Gwaine’s gloves and, every time his fingers skimmed the bones in Gwaine’s hand, the knight had to focus so as not to release skittering flames in Merlin’s direction. There seemed to be a ritual with Merlin when they were alone. The warlock would gently draw the gloves from Gwaine’s skin, toss them to one side, and then dedicate a substantial amount of time to tracing the marks on the knight’s hands, no matter how many times his fingers had already followed the cellular paths that day.

First, he always looked for new scalds or burns, disregarding Gwaine’s protests that they didn’t hurt in the same way that their ancestors had when he had first started learning magic, skimming his fingers over the marks as if the touch formed a mental note to treat them at a later date. After assessing the damage, Merlin’s lips always trailed behind his touch, silently reassuring each of Gwaine’s imperfections that they were so wonderfully loved and successfully sending shivers up Gwaine’s spine. Though those shivers always were abruptly severed when Merlin’s touch made its way to the thick scar just below the fold of skin between his right thumb and forefinger. Merlin had never once pushed him for more information about his childhood amongst bandits, but there was always a part of Gwaine that worried Merlin would one day get sick of the sight of the small branded letter, not quite concealed by the path the knife had taken so long ago, and would abandon him to the abyss he had been lost in before meeting the warlock.

But that hadn’t happened yet.

After studying Gwaine’s hands, Merlin then moved to stripping him of his knighthood and it was a death that Gwaine would gladly watch again and again if it was at Merlin’s hands. The chainmail was cast aside, the cloak thrown over a chair, and the sword noisily skimmed the floor until Gwaine was stood in only a shirt and his trousers, equal to Merlin. The only armour Gwaine had ever wanted covering him, since that day at the tavern, was Merlin’s hands. Arthur hadn’t really given him an opportunity to turn down the knighthood and, even if he had, there was always the possibility – in Gwaine’s mind, at least – that Arthur would have been offended enough to maintain his banishment, and then Gwaine never would have seen Merlin again. Being a knight did have its advantages, though: Gwaine never went hungry, nor did he have to sleep with one eye open, and he had been getting into fewer and fewer brawls over the years. Though that last one was perceived as more of an advantage in Leon’s eyes, who had always been the one to drag him out of any frays and then let him cool off in the cells on the odd occasion. Even when that had happened, though, Merlin had always slipped in and spent the night with Gwaine, heating his body up to unnatural temperatures to keep Gwaine warm. The first few times that had happened, Gwaine had been terrified that Merlin would spontaneously combust, but Merlin had frequently assured him that such a trick was not possible.

So they would stand there, facing one another in silence, Gwaine’s materialistic armour strewn across the room, and then Gwaine would take Merlin gently in his hands, tracing segments of the form he knew so well, and then their souls would fuse together with their lips.

 

When the stars had shifted substantially, Gwaine hauled himself from his position and shook out his legs in the vain attempt to rid himself of the cramp in his limbs, slowly advancing towards Leon’s form. He gently prodded him awake, instinctively lunging backwards as the reflexive swipe came from the blankets, and held out his arms to receive said blankets when a thickened voice quietly called out his name. 

Turning around, Gwaine could just make out Merlin’s hands stretching out in a half-hearted wave in the heavy darkness and, telling Leon to forget about the blankets, picked his way through the sleeping knights, guided by the dropping syllables of his name. By the time he reached Merlin, the warlock’s hands had fallen to the ground and, smiling fondly, Gwaine hastily stripped down to his gambeson and slid into the nest Merlin had made.

There were significantly more blankets than Merlin should have had – not that Gwaine was complaining – and Merlin drowsily pushed several layers towards him, turning around to face Gwaine. His eyes flickered in the darkness as his hand fell against Gwaine’s chest and, from the point where Merlin touched him, the knight could feel a comforting heat pushing into him like a blade. Gwaine realised he probably should have tied back his hair so Merlin didn’t accidentally try to eat it in his sleep, but he was too comfortable to do that. With a smile, Gwaine encircled the warlock with his arms and rested his mouth against Merlin’s forehead as his eyes closed.

‘I missed you.’

‘I missed you, too,’ Merlin murmured.

Gwaine frowned, one eye cracking open. ‘You were asleep. You couldn’t have missed me.’

There was a pause. ‘You know I wasn’t exaggerating when I said I couldn’t sleep properly without you next to me, right?’

‘I did not.’ Gwaine waited until he felt five of Merlin’s exhalations drape themselves around his throat before speaking again. ‘Whatever did you do before I came into your life?’

‘Had a decent night’s sleep, because I wasn’t aware of your existence and consequently didn’t have to constantly worry about preserving it.’ Merlin shifted against him, hands crawling under Gwaine’s shirt and settling themselves on his stomach. ‘It’s so strange to think that we didn’t even know that the other existed. That we had no idea that one day we would be right here, in this moment.’

Merlin, when tired, always became philosophical. And usually when Gwaine was tired he couldn’t make head or tail of what his significant other was saying, but perhaps the cool night air had cleared his head more than ale usually did. ‘I think I prefer it that way,’ Gwaine murmured. ‘If we’d known that the other was out there, then I think we would have spent all our lives searching. We would have pinned our entire existence on the other person and that’s...That just doesn’t feel right. Not that I’m saying I don’t love you.’

‘No, no, I know...I know what you mean,’ yawned Merlin, pushing his head into Gwaine’s chest.

Tightening his arms around Merlin, Gwaine listened to the rhythm of the warlock’s breathing pattern, trying to match his own to it, and gently kissed the top of his head. There was a slight mumble, and something that might have resembled an ‘I love you’ and Gwaine murmured it back, just in case. It had been too long since the two of them had drifted off together, wrapped in one another’s beings, and Gwaine would forever bind himself to the soft form that was quite literally touching his heart.

#so compared to moee recent ones this does seem quite fluffy... #thanks again for the prompt!!! #tbh i'm surprised the knights didn't huddle together for warmth when sleeping more often #it can get fucking cold #merlin #gwaine #merwaine #hug prompts #lit writes #bbc merlin #*more

[slytherinbarnes]

Sub Rosa [67]

ix. sic semper tyrannis

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: fighting, angst.

Summary: With Octavia sick and showing no signs of waking up, Indra takes over Wonkru, planning to surrender to get all of you into the valley without a war. Unfortunately, things don’t go according to plan.

a/n: crazy to think that we shall be finishing up s5 next week!!! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

previous chapter // season masterlist // series masterlist

You blink awake slowly, your body fighting the exhaustion that still consumes you. 

Bright light filters through the tent, illuminating a small body curled up beside you on the bed. You smile down at Madi, who must have shown up at some point during the night after she finished her responsibilities with Octavia. Your eyes trace her face, so peaceful as she sleeps, and you get a pang of sadness when you realize you’ll have to tell her about Clarke when she wakes up. If she hasn’t already picked up on Clarke’s absence, it won't take long for her to realize. 

You freeze when you hear a creak behind you, and you pull your knife from the holster on your thigh, left on after your stressful night, turning to look towards the door and face your intruder. Instead, you’re met with the sight of Bellamy, sitting in a chair near the door, watching you. As soon as he sees that you’re awake, he gives you a small smile and whispers, “Hey.”

“Hey.” You untangle yourself from your blanket, careful to not disturb Madi, and slide out of the bed, walking towards him. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay after last night.”

“Not really. And as soon as Madi wakes up, I'll have to tell her, which will only make this worse.”

“Maybe not.”

You cock your head to the side and your brows pull together, confused. “What aren't you telling me?”

He glances over at Madi, stands from his chair and peeks outside before walking back over to you and pulling you to the furthest corner in the tent from your sleeping niece. His voice drops low, barely a whisper and he says, “I slipped Octavia some of Monty’s algae.”

Your jaw drops as you look at him, your brain running through the meaning, picking up on a piece of trivia you’ve gathered in the last few days. “Like the algae that put Murphy in a coma?”

“Yes. I poisoned my sister.”

“Oh, Bell.” You can see the anguish in his face, and it breaks your heart. Without even thinking about what you’re doing, you pull him to you, wrapping your arms around him and holding him tight. He immediately responds and hugs you back and you whisper, “She’ll be okay. I’m sure Jackson can keep her alive easily, especially with tech from the bunker.”

The two of you pull apart, and he nods. “I hope so. But with Octavia unable to lead, Indra can take over the army, and she can accept Diyoza’s terms.”

“Murphy was out for a week right? By the time she’s awake, we’ll be in the valley, living peacefully.” He nods, and your mind flashes to your twin. “What about Clarke? Can we let her out?”

“Not until Wonkru surrenders. It’ll just raise suspicions about her before then.”

You sigh, knowing he’s right, but you find relief in the fact that at least she’s safe for now, while Octavia rests in her coma. “Can we see her? Madi will want to.”

Suddenly, a quiet voice retorts, “Madi will want to what?”

You look over at your niece, sitting up and staring at you, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. You glance at Bellamy, and he whispers, “I’ll be outside.”

You nod and watch him step out of the tent, before you walk over to Madi and sit down on the bed beside her. “Madi, I don't know how to tell you this, but Clarke’s in trouble.”

You see anxiety cross her features immediately, and she sits up straighter. “What do you mean? Is it Diyoza? Did she come for her? Are you in trouble too?”

You shake your head, reaching out to take her hand, hoping it’ll comfort her. “No, it’s nothing like that. And I’m not in trouble. But Clarke has been arrested for killing Cooper.”

Madi watches you, carefully looking for the truth in your expression as she asks, “Did she do it?”

You sigh, not knowing if you should tell her or not, exposing your dazzling little sun to the atrocities of war that you and Clarke have committed. Despite her youth, you know Madi is smart, and she’ll figure it out eventually, one way or another. Better to hear the truth from you than a lie from someone else. “Yes, but I helped her.”

You decide to leave Bellamy out of it, just in case Madi slips up and says something to someone. Though, knowing her and her loyalty, you’re sure she never will. Still, it doesn't hurt to be careful. “I want to see her.”

You look at her in confusion, not understanding how she just blew past your admission without asking a single question about it. “Wait, that’s it? You’re not gonna ask why?”

“I don't need to. I know you, ani, and I know Clarke. If you killed Cooper, I know you had a good reason. Now, can we go see her?”

“Get dressed and let me fix your hair and then we will.”

“But I-”

You cut her off, assuming the mom mode now that Clarke is gone. “No buts. If you show up looking like a mess, I’ll be the one in trouble.”

You stand and head towards the entrance, “The faster you move, the sooner you get to see her.”

You hear her jump into action as you step out of the tent, and you and Bellamy wait patiently as Madi gets ready in record time. She steps out as soon as she’s dressed and you undo her braids from the night before, quickly adding back two on either side of her head to keep her hair out of her face, but you leave the rest of her hair down for the day, just as eager to go see Clarke. Once you’re ready, Bellamy leads you to the bunker, signaling Indra as you pass her on the way in. 

She meets up with the three of you once you’re deeper into the building, the path you’re taking pulling at a memory, and as you start to reach the door where a guard stands, you realize Clarke is in the same room she locked you and Bellamy in before Praimfaya. Ironic. Indra greets the guard, clearly loyal to her, before pushing the door open and motioning for the three of you to go inside. You nudge Madi forward and she steps inside, followed by you then Bellamy, and Madi instantly runs over to Clarke and pulls her into a hug. You smile at the scene in front of you, despite the circumstances, watching as Clarke also smiles, beyond happy to see Madi again. 

She looks up at you, over Madi’s shoulder, and mutters, “Thank you for letting me say goodbye.”

You shake your head and glance at Bellamy, quietly asking if you can warn her, and he nods, so you turn back to her as she pulls away from Madi. “Clarke, this isn't goodbye. Octavia's sick, they say she might not wake up.”

Indra walks over to Madi and grabs her, starting to pull her away as she tells Clarke, “We can't risk the child being seen here. She'll be safe now, and so will you.”

Clarke nods and Indra pounds on the door, the guard from before opening it. As Indra leads Madi out, she turns to you, Bellamy, and Clarke, “Be quick.”

You all nod in acknowledgement as she disappears, closing the door behind her, and as soon as Madi’s gone, Clarke turns to you. “What did you do?”

“Not me. Bellamy.” She looks to Bellamy, who avoids her gaze and mutters, “Monty's algae.”

“Oh, my God.”

He lets the gravity of the situation land before he adds, “As head of the army, Indra can accept Diyoza's terms for peace. By the time Octavia wakes up, we’ll be in the valley.”

You reach out and grab Clarke’s hand. “Once Wonkru surrenders, I'll come and get you out. Then we'll head back to Shallow Valley together: you, me, Madi, and Bellamy.”

She smiles, pulling you into a hug, whispering in your ear, “Together.”

You hear a quiet knock on the door, letting you know your time is up, and you squeeze Clarke before you pull away. “We’ll be back soon.”

She nods and you and Bellamy head for the door, knocking to let them know you’re ready to come out. As soon as you’re in the hall, you see that Indra stands waiting along with the guard, but Madi is gone. “Where’s Madi?”

“Safe.” She doesn't give you time to ask for more details, because she turns and walks away, expecting the two of you to follow. You and Bellamy glance at her and then each other before he tips his head in her direction, asking what you think. You shrug and start to walk after her, and he follows, both of you jogging to catch up. As soon as Indra sees you by her side, she mutters, “Good, time to see Octavia. Then, we gather Wonkru.”

You follow her through the bunker as she leads you to Octavia’s room, motioning for the guard to push open the door as she approaches. He complies, and all three of you step inside, your eyes instantly falling to Octavia, sprawled out on a very large bed, hooked up to a variety of machines. Niylah is on one side of her, Jackson on the other, and Miller lingers nearby, watching them. They all turn towards you as you step inside, the door closing behind you as Indra asks, “How is she?”

 “Her systems are shutting down.” You stare at Octavia, looking small and weak in the large bed, her breathing slow and shallow as she lies completely still. Niylah turns from Octavia, setting her eyes on Bellamy, a glare on her face. “You were there. Tell us everything that happened. Did she take anything, drink anything?”

Bellamy shakes his head, paying his part of the clueless brother. “It's like I told Miller, she was eating one of your rations. Why?”

“Because she might have been poisoned. That’s why.”

You all turn to look at her in shock, not expecting her implication of Bellamy's involvement, but then you remember Gaia’s words to Clarke when Gaia wanted to kill Niylah. She is not your friend. Just like her daughter, Indra opposes Niylah and commands, “Niylah, that's enough. She's his sister.”

“We were sharing it the Wonkru way. I ate it too, and I'm fine.”

You can feel the tension in the room rising, and you rack your brain for a way to change the subject and diffuse it. Thinking of Octavia’s earlier injury from the worms, you look at Jackson, expression curious. “Have you considered that the worm toxin might still be in her blood?”

“It's possible, making this a secondary reaction to the substance she was exposed to, but a week ago…” Jackson trails off, and his boyfriend mutters, “English, Jackson.”

He clarifies, “Dialysis won't work. Nothing will. We need to prepare for succession.”

Everyone turns to look at Octavia with sadness before moving their gazes to Indra, knowing she’s next in line. Indra accepts the responsibility with a nod. “I'll inform Wonkru. If there's any change in her condition, I want to be the first to know.”

She turns and heads for the door, telling Miller on her way out, “Gather the first battalion and the delegates.”

And then she’s gone. You, Bellamy, and Miller all follow, leaving Niylah and Jackson alone with Octavia. Miller branches off to gather the appropriate people, and not long later, he meets up with you again, nodding to Indra. “They’re gathered in the atrium, waiting on your command.”

Indra gathers her guard, Miller included, leaving you and Bellamy hidden in the back. She makes her way to the atrium, throwing the doors open with an air of command that only Indra could possess. She steps into the center of the crowd, and you and Bellamy linger near the edge, your eyes searching the crowd for Madi. You see her standing with Gaia, and the two of you lock eyes but make no move towards each other, aware that now is not the time. Instead, you watch as the room falls silent and Indra steps into position, turning slowly to meet everyone's gaze. “The whispers are true. Our beloved Blodreina has fallen ill.”

You feel Bellamy tense up beside you and you glance over at him, making sure he’s okay. You can see the guilt weighing on his shoulders, your world weary Atlas back just a few days after landing on the ground, and your heart hurts for him. But he keeps his composure and his face blank as Indra continues, “These may be her final hours. I trained Octavia as my second, and I love her as I love my own child. I advised her and led her army with pride. It was her desire that if she should ever fall, I step forward to lead you. Blodreina wanted what we all want: to live a better life in Shallow Valley, and we will, but not through war, not when there’s a better way. For the last six years, we have lost hundreds of our people, and we can’t afford to lose anymore. I will negotiate for Wonkru to enter the valley peacefully, so that no more shall suffer.”

You and Bellamy watch the crowd, relieved to see that most people seem to be nodding along with Indra’s words, open to the idea of surrender. That is, however, until Miller yells, “You're not in command here! Not even over the first battalion. Blodreina gave that honor to me!”

Someone yells out, “So you expect us to follow you? He’s Skaikru!”

“There is no Skaikru! You know that, Brell.”

You and Bellamy exchange a look, growing uneasy by this shift in the conversation. The woman who spoke up a second ago, Brell, reminds everyone, “In the absence of the Commander, the clan delegates should reassemble and choose the next leader.”

A man nearby yells, “Blasphemy! Miller’s right, there are no more clans. There is only Wonkru and enemies of Wonkru.”

Brell and the man stand off, staring at each other, before they start to fight, inciting those around them to join in. Your eyes search the crowd, looking for Madi again, uneasy with her closeness to the angry mob. Just as you spot her and start to head her way, Bellamy grabs your arm and Miller sends two bullets into the air, freezing everyone in place. You glance back at Bellamy and he shakes his head slightly, subtle, reminding you of the danger in this room. You settle next to him again, still anxious and on edge, redirecting your attention to Miller, who yells, “Now, I’m not asking you to follow me, I’m asking you to follow Octavia. Yesterday she ordered us to march on the valley, so we march for Blodreina!”

The response is immediate, and swords and guns are lifted into the air, along with the loud chants of, “Gon Blodreina! Gon Blodreina! Gon Blodreina!”

You and Bellamy share a look as Indra walks over to the two of you, and you both turn your gazes to her, muttering her name, a quiet warning, “Indra…”

She shakes her head at you both. “I can't stop this war, but there's someone who can.” She turns her gaze to Madi, who stands watching you, and Indra whispers, “We need a real Commander.”

You can see Bellamy considering it, and you turn to him and whisper, “Absolutely not!”

He looks down at you, and you nod towards the door. “Can we talk in private?”

He nods and Indra allows the two of you to leave the atrium, the steady chant of the delegates growing softer and softer as you lead him to the training room that you both fought Octavia in. You make sure there’s no one inside before stopping into the room and turning to him. “I know we’re a family of Nightbloods, but we are not putting the Flame in Madi. I can do it, Clarke can do it, whoever. But it can't be Madi.”

“A Commander will unite the clans. It’s the exact reason that Clarke tried to ascend before Praimfaya.”

“I know that, Bellamy. Which is why I’ll do it.”

He opens his mouth to fight you on it, but a small voice near the door beats him to it. “No.”

You and Bellamy turn to see Madi, clearly listening in on the conversation, and you shake your head, already knowing where this is going. Madi steps inside, coming to stop beside you and Bellamy, demanding attention. “Clarke said everyone got angry when they realized that your mom made you both Nightbloods. If either of you take the Flame, they’ll kill you.”

You shrug, “Maybe, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take to save her, and you.”

“I’ll do it.”

“Madi, no. Are you listening to me? Clarke would kill me, bring me back from the dead and then kill me again, just to get her point across.”

“Are you listening to me?” You look at her in shock, her voice raised and angry, something she rarely does. “If you take the Flame and they kill you, who will take it next?”

“Clarke.”

“Wrong. They already know that Clarke isn't a real Nightblood, so they won’t give it to her. Which means, at the end of the day, I’ll be the one that ends up taking the Flame anyways.” You sigh, looking down at her, your brave, dazzling sun, and you know she’s right. Madi takes your hand, driving her point home. “This is the only way to save Clarke and your friends.”

Bellamy, who has been silent through your entire exchange, whispers, “She’s right. If they’re willing to go to war for my sister, then they’ll kill yours, because that’s what Octavia wanted. Miller was there, he heard her mention an execution.”

You look between them, shaking your head at this bad idea, but you know they're both right. Your hands are tied, and you’ve been given one choice. The only choice. “Fine. But we have to tell her first, she deserves to know.”

When they both agree, you look down at Madi. “Go find Gaia, tell her the plan. We’ll meet you in the house where she took Niylah. She’ll know where that is.”

She nods and runs off, and you turn to Bellamy. “Let me do the talking, okay? I don't want you to make this worse.”

“Okay.”

The two of you leave the training room and grab Indra on your way down to the boiler room where they’re keeping Clarke. You inform Indra of the plan on your way down, and she seems pleased that you finally agreed. When you reach the room, you take a deep breath before walking inside, steeling yourself for the battle to come. And then you step inside, face your sister, and tell her the truth. As expected, she completely shuts you down, the exact same way you shut Bellamy down at first. “Absolutely not.”

Bellamy ignores, or forgets, your earlier message about letting you do the talking, and emphatically tries to convince her of your side. “Clarke, you know what a Commander means to the Grounders. Years ago, you tried to force the Flame on Luna. You were willing to put it in your own head to prevent a war over this bunker. How is this any different?”

You glare at Bellamy, knowing that was exactly the wrong thing for him to say, because despite those being her actions years ago, things have changed, she’s changed, and Madi is her kid. Clarke cuts back,“Madi's a child, that's how! I don't care how many of these people still believe in the Flame, they believe in Blodreina more.”

You can sense Bellamy about to argue again, and you hold your arm out to him, letting him know he should stop, and you keep your gaze locked on your twin. “Madi will be protected. Bellamy, Gaia, and I-”

She cuts you off before you can explain further, “The answer's no. Now unchain me so we can get the hell out of here before we all get executed for treason.”

You look at Bellamy, conflicted, and he shakes his head and glances between you both. “Echo, Raven, Murphy, and Emori are my family. Your mom is in that valley. So is Kane. I'm sorry, this is happening.” 

And then he reaches out and takes your hand before you can be swayed by Clarke. Clarke turns desperate as soon as she realizes you’re leaving, and she calls out to you the entire time, her words breaking your heart. “Don't do this, la lune!”

Bellamy knocks on the door, letting the guard know you’re both ready to leave, and Clarke continues to yell at your backs, “You said that you'd protect her! You said you'd keep her safe! La lune, wait!”

And as much as it hurts you to hear her tug against the chains, desperate to reach you, calling out to you, you close the door behind you, pausing to lean against it and take in a shaky breath. You close your eyes, trying to block out your twin's cries, and you hear Bellamy ask, “You okay?”

You take in another deep breath, pushing your emotions out of sight before you open your eyes and look at him. “No, but there’s no other choice. This is how we save her, and our friends, and the valley.”

You glance to Indra, who stands listening, making sure you’re still going through with it. When she sees that you are, she nods. “I’ll go check on Octavia. You two do what needs to be done.”

You all break off, taking separate paths, slinking through the bunker to avoid all suspicion that you’re planning something. You and Bellamy eventually meet up and reconvene in the streets since he doesn't know the final meeting point, and you lead him through the dark streets, unsurprised to find Madi and Gaia already waiting. As soon as you step inside the room, Madi runs over to you, hugging you, and you feel tears well up in your eyes, not sure if you can put her through this. You drop down to her level and whisper, “You don't have to do this, I can still do it for you.”

“No, it has to be me.”

You think of the pressure, the burden that she’s about to shoulder, and you add, “I don't want to put this on you.”

“You aren’t. I’m choosing to do this.” And then she glances between you and Bellamy, who stands behind you. “Are you both sure about this? When I do this, she’ll never forgive you.”

You glance at Bellamy and then to Madi, thinking of what Clarke said to you the day she discovered that you had been training Madi behind her back. If you go against my wishes for her again, I won't be as forgiving. And you know it’s likely Clarke won’t forgive you. She might hate you forever for allowing Madi to do this, but at least she’ll be alive. “I’m sure.”

Bellamy echoes, “Me too.”

Madi turns to Gaia. “I'm ready.”

Gaia ushers Madi over to a table that she’s already prepared for the Ascension, and then she begins the process of making Madi the Commander. You and Bellamy stand back, out of the way, and the only time you get close is to hold Madi’s hand as Gaia puts the Flame in her neck. Madi kneels on the ground in front of Gaia, sweeping her hair to the side, out of the way, and she squeezes your other hand in a flash of fear as Gaia steps closer to her. You whisper, “Nou fir raun, strik deimeka.”

Don’t be afraid, little sun. She looks at you and nods, lowering her head for Gaia. You glance up at the young Flamekeeper and nod, and she lifts the Flame and whispers, “Ascende superius.”

You watch the tiny, tech based legs slither from the Flame, seeking out a mind, and Gaia lowers the device towards Madi’s neck, who groans as the first few wires pierce her skin. When the Flame starts to dig in, she lets out a scream, which ends up muffled by the sound of the Ascension horn coming from outside. You ignore it, too focused on Madi, whose eyes roll into the back of her head seconds before she passes out. You catch her, turning her over to look at her face, waiting for her to wake up. But instead of it happening instantly like it did with Clarke, Madi’s eyes remain closed, and you look up at Gaia in alarm. “Clarke woke up right away. Why isn't she waking up?”

“Patience. The Flame affects every Commander differently.” Gaia kneels beside you and starts to strap something around Madi’s neck. “This collar will protect the Flame.”

As soon as she gets the collar around Madi’s neck, you glance at Bellamy. “Help me.”

He understands immediately, and helps you to lift Madi and carry her over to the table, laying her out on it. You smooth her hair away from her face and whisper, “Madi, come back to us.”

As you’re peering down at her, you hear a sound at the door, and before you can even question it, Miller yells out, “Back away from the child right now!”

You, Bellamy, and Gaia all turn towards the door in shock, watching as Miller files into the room, followed by ten other guards. The last person to walk in shocks you though. Clarke steps into the room, looking pissed, searching the room for Madi. Her eyes eventually land on her on the table behind you, and you look at Clarke in surprise, unsure how she got out, just as she walks over to you. She stops right in front of you, glaring, before she catches you off guard and slaps you across the face. You grunt at the contact, cheek instantly stinging, before your hand lifts to cover your injured skin, your mouth dropped open in shock. You turn to look at your twin, and she mutters, so quiet only you can hear, “I told you I wouldn't be as forgiving if you crossed me again and I meant it. You’re dead to me.”

You hear the roar of blood in your ears as your brain processes the words, and you swear your world starts to tumble as she walks away from you, announcing to the others, “I need to get it out.”

You can barely hear Gaia over the chaos in your head, your brain still trying to understand what Clarke said to you. You’re dead to me. You’re dead to me. You’re dead to me. You’re dead to me. You aren't surprised to see Octavia walk into the room, despite the fact she was on the brink of death the last time you saw her. It seems to you the Universe is hellbent on playing a cruel joke on you, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Octavia sends Clarke and Madi out of the room, to the rover to escape, and you can only watch them leave in shock, wondering if this is the last glimpse you’ll ever get of them. 

You hear Octavia yell out, “Arrest the traitors!”

Seconds later Miller clicks handcuffs over your wrists, taking your knife and holster from your thigh, and you don't fight him. For the first time in your life, you go quietly, resigned to your fate as they drag you from the room and to a cell, awaiting certain death. 

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#the 100 #the 100 rewrite #bellamy blake #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake fanfiction

[deepdonutkid]

Hi, I'm so sorry it took me so long, I wanted to make it short as possible but always failed so...I have one that is somewhat short (this hurt me so much because when I'm describing something, it is LOONG) and second that is LOONG (that is why I warned you that I actually wrote horribly written "one-shot" or what it is actually, it would be much better, if you have time, to read both...when I tried to make it short, I maybe cut out important things...).

Like I said the girl is my OC, and her name is Sinon (given by Poll), but she is actually Maya (given by her real parents). And I gave names to her parents. But yeah, you can read it, consider if you will write it and change anything you want. Surely there are mistakes, holes and things that don't make sense.

I completely understand if you don't want to write it like "You wrote it yourself, what do you want from me, go to hell." But hey, I'm not a writer, I hate writing and I'm dead sure you can write it 100% better. To me, it looks like a grocery list. If you don't want to write it, just tell- JUST TELL ME TO F*CK OFF. 🤣🤣🤣🤣 (my apologizing must be annoying, welp, sorry once again).

So yeah.

I will send both, if you have any question, or if you don't want to write it, feel free to tell me.

➡ Short one: Ada brings to Polly a baby girl after the woman stopped her, gave her to her and quickly left. Ada discovers a small book, with the letter and a note with the name "Shelby" written on it. Polly thinks that the woman was a whore and the baby is his due to having also blue eyes. Polly decides to not saying anything to Thomas and adopts her herself. The girl grows and is known as an angel among demons. The Shelby's brothers love her, but Thomas...he lives for her. She loves him and he loves her (just...ugh 💝💗💘💓💖💕💞). They play, dance, everything. She is helping him with nightmares, bad moods, not hearing shovels, etc. Life goes by and Thomas loses his wife and brother. Polly and Ada want to cheer him up by telling him that the girl is maybe his daughter but he gets angry and says nasty things about the girl, she hears it and runs. After some time he wants to apologize but Ada stops him. She tells him she contacted the girl's family to pick her up. Thomas is devastated, not only because she leaving, but because he was just a dick to her and can't properly apologize. The Shelby's say goodbye to the girl and she leaves. After years (S5), Thomas is not himself anymore, regrets everything, etc. One day he is closed in his office sitting on the floor, mess around him and hallucinating. Then he hears knocking on the floor and is met with the blue eyes of the much older girl. He thinks she is the only hallucination and wants to shot himself, but she throws stuff into his face, launches at him, hugs him and pushes him and herself to the floor. She tells him that despite everything she loves him and that she missed him. He just hugs her tightly, begging her to forgive him and to never leave him alone ever again. They'll fall asleep and after a few hours when Tommy wakes up, his sister comes in and tells him she and her father are back and he will buy a house here. The girl never left Thomas's side and helped him heal.

➡ Disgustingly long one (it's funny how much of a useless words/sh*t Tumblr allows you to write): Ada brings the baby to Poll after a weak-looking woman approaches her and asks her if she could look after her baby because she needs to check something. When they take a look at it, their eyes meet with two beautiful big blue ones and an adorable smile of a baby girl. After washing the baby Ada discovers a note saying the name "Shelby" wrapped in the blanket. Polly immediately thinks the woman was a whore, got pregnant, then fell ill and now threw fruits of karma back at where it belongs, to Thomas Shelby. Ada asks Polly what they'll do now, but Poll doesn't say anything, Ada look at her and see Polly with a sweet smile and tears in her eyes. She wants to keep it. Why give this sweet little being to the most dangerous man in Birmingham when she can say nothing to him and rise her like her own? Ada agrees but is unsure at the same time...what if that woman wasn't a whore? What if she never had something with the Famous Thomas Shelby? She looked weak, ill, but stressed and maybe...sad? She remembers her crying and kissing this baby's head when leaving, that is not what unloving mothers do...

Polly rising this baby as best as she could now was the most beautiful, kind, clever, brave girl that ever ran through streets of Small heath. She had honey-blonde hair, similar to Ada's in style and length with long curtain bangs on her face and beautiful blue eyes, similar to Tommy's. She never liked girl clothes, always wearing boy clothes after Finn. Shelby brothers loved her so much, she never was problematic, never wanted to know things about the business, only have her little happy life and do fun things with her family when they made time for her, and oh boy they made it plenty. They played with her, danced with her, sang with her. But Thomas, a man who was drawn to this little girl like no one, was everywhere she was. She loves him and he loves her, she was something beautiful to him, peace in mind and heart, always melting how she treated him like a normal person, not thinking about all the bad things he did and just loving him for not so many good ones. He wants her to feel loved like she is one of them, not allowing her to question herself because somebody said she is not Gray, nor Shelby, that she is different and too good for Gypsies like them, like a real diamond among cheap bijouterie, an angel among demons. She helped him to sleep after every nightmare, with bad moods, stop hearing shovels against the wall.

Life goes by and Thomas experience the worst days of his life...he loses his wife and brother. The girl wants to soothe him everything will be fine. She was almost there when she heard Polly and Ada in his office, so she stayed behind the doors and listened to what were they about to say, maybe they trying to soothe him too. Little did she know what she'll about to hear. Ada and mainly Polly tells Thomas a secret about a girl Ada brought home, that Poll didn't find her in front of her doors, that in reality some whore approached Ada and pushed her her baby with a note saying the name "Shelby", and left. She didn't want to take care of a bastard child. And, our girl has the same eyes. But Tommy only scoffs and slams his hands on the table. After everything he's been through, they come up with this shit? They thought they are helping him, that his sweet girl is actually really his, that it will give him new hope for a new beginning, Thomas thought they can't be serious. His wife died, is now a single father, his brother died and now this?? He starts to shout he's not the father of good for nothing, any whore belonging, an odd, snotty and annoying child he never loved. Polly wants to beat him, strangle him but hears behind the door sobbing of her " daughter"...Polly is cursing his nephew before running after her girl, Ada following right after her. Thomas is unable to move, doesn't know what to do...He regrets every word second after but being stubborn cretin in his whole gory, he doesn't follow them but sit into his chair and let silence eat him alive.

After a few days of not facing his family and overthinking what to say and do, his sister stops him in his tracks. He's forced to sit and she starts to explain why is she here. She pulled out of her coat a burned sheet of paper, a small book and starts reading:

"Dear Thomas Shelby,

If you receive this letter...I'm begging you, please, to help my daughter. My name is Bella Rogers and I got separated from my husband, Scott Rogers when we were running from America to England. I heard about you from people in London. (Some people told her Thomas Shelby, so she went somewhere he likes to go in London, to his sister. And bc he never stayed long, she gave the baby to Ada.). I know I can't expect anything but please, contact this person (her husband's mother), tell her you saved my daughter, Maya Rogers. Tell them our names. You are my only hope now. Please help my daughter, please help me...

Thank you deeply,

Bella Rogers.

(Adress or number of her mother-in-law)

Ps: Please tell my daughter I love-"

And stopped.

Flashback: When the girl was growing, Ada confronted Poll with a small book in her hands.

Present: She handed the burned book to Thomas and he took it.

Flashback: She told Polly that the girl belongs to someone else and they deserves to know what happened to her and her mother.

Present: He carefully opened it.

Flashback: Polly knew it was selfish to keep her here, but she loved her so much she ignored every word.

Present: He started to spell the girl's name, date of birth, her parent's names, their date of birth...

Flashback: Ada begged Polly to think about this, she felt bad for a father and family that they didn't know what happened to them, but Polly had enough, she grabbed the book and a letter Ada was holding and threw it into the fireplace and with teary eyes left, Ada immediately took a piece of wood and got both things out of the fire, hoping that everything wasn't lost.

Present: Ada knocked on the table, drawing Thomas's attention from his thoughts. She swears she could see tears forming in his eyes when she told him she already contacted Rogers family and they are coming from America to get her back. He felt betrayed, he wanted to vomit. Ada tells him Polly already knows it and hesitantly agreed and that maybe it's better he said what he said, she wouldn't miss him that much and he made it easier for her not to think about him, which made him snap his eyes from the ground back to Ada. He asks her when they will arrive. An hour. Instead of getting up and do something he just sat there, sharply inhaled, and started crying. He cried, with his sister by his side, hugging him, crying as well.

When an hour was about to pass, they took all courage they had and get going to meet their girl's family and say goodbye. He wasn't ready. He never wanted to be ready for something like this.

Now they were standing there, in the uncomfortably big room, face to face with their Rogers family, two grandmothers, one grandfather and one father. He looked more beaten up by time than Thomas himself. They on the one side and Thomas, Poll and other Shelby's, Ada not with them but with the girl preparing. They greet each other, had a glass of whiskey, awkwardly debated about stuff, business, America...when then a young man asked where his daughter is, not willing to wait anymore. They called and there she was, hiding behind Ada's leg after coming into a room full of people she knew and didn't know. Her father immediately started to cry, slowly kneeled and opened his arms. She was looking at him and after a minute she starts to cry too...she maybe was the baby, but she remembers him, his face, his voice. She lets go of Ada's skirt and runs into his arms for the warmest and tightest hug she ever received. All members of Rogers family are immediately around her, introducing themself. And she's smiling, hugging everyone like she knows them for years. Thomas can't bear the sight of them so happy, especially her. He wanted so much to be in their place. He doesn't know why but asks Ada if they are really who they may be and Ada looks at him, understanding from where this is coming from. She shows him a slightly burned photo of their girl and her parents. "I remember how her mother looked like," Ada says. "And I remember her." Tommy is pointing at the baby in the middle, and Ada chuckles. "Yes, me too." "And now she about to be taken away from us and we can't do anything about it" ". Ada tries to hide her tears. They now looking at Arthur and Polly with Finn behind him hugging the girl and begging her to visit them every summer and Christmas. They kiss each other, Polly goes into a loving bear hug and kisses the girl on the cheek like million times. Uncle Charlie, Shelby's wives, even some of Peaky Blinders members themself like Curly. Now it was Ada who hugs the girl and then looks at her lovingly. "I'm gonna miss you, we all will." The girl softly smiles but looks at Thomas with an apathetic expression. Ada looks at him as well but Thomas is ghostly absent, just staring at the girl with glossy eyes, happy moments with his girl running in front of his eyes. He couldn't bear it anymore, he never ran from things, but now...He snapped into reality, quickly shaken with hands of the other side, wished them luck, TOO quickly ruffled the girl's hair and left, Ada following right after him. Rogers family just stared. Eventually, Rogers family said goodbye with the girl in their arms and left. They promised they will visit them.

That same day at night Thomas couldn't sleep, well, he never really slept after the girl left...

Years passed and Thomas was like a corpse, functioning only on 50%, if even. Ada and Poll tried to talk to him, Lizzie, his brothers tried too, but nothing helped, eventually all of them stopped. He regretted everything. One day was especially hard. Thomas was in his office, sitting on the floor with face in both hands. Around him a broken glass, two other chairs and papers. He was hearing his wife, crying charlie, shovels against the wall, gunshots, ghostly breathing. Everything was too loud. But nothing as loud as three soft knocks on the door. He lifted his head when a person who knocked came inside. His blue eyes met other blue ones. There she was, standing in front of him, much bigger and older, with a teddy bear he once bought for her. She still had it? How?. He couldn't believe it. He thought his mind is messing with him. You're not here, you're not real he said to her and every time he said it, she denyed that. He wanted to end this, grabbed his gun at aimed it at his head, but before he could do anything, a teddy bear hit his face. He opened his eyes and tried to process what just happened. You just threw your teddy bear into my face he asked. She said yes and that if she wasn't real, it wouldn't hit him. So...she was real? But how best to know your sanity is gone, then to welcome whatever your mind was made you see into your arms?

She ran to him, Thomas expected her to dissolve under his touch, but little did he know both of them would end up on the floor. She was giggling, saying he doesn't have any strength and fell easily, he on the other hand had eyes wide open, tears start to sting them. Thomas didn't waste a second and wrapped his arms around her warmly and tightly, proving to her even he can give this kind of hugs. He started to cry, cry like he never did, everything went out, rocking forward and backwards, face in her neck, begging her not to leave him alone ever again. He continued apologizing about what he said, for how bad he is, what he's done. She told him that despite everything she will always love him and that he missed him so much. He stroked her hair gently and she cuddled into him. He felt safe again. He finally was in peace.

When he woke up, he and the girl were covered in a blanket. He sits up. He smiled but got worried at the same time. How did she get in here? He needed to know. But before he could wake her up, somebody knocked. "Tommy?" Ada whispered into the room and walked in. She smiled, seeing Thomas with a little one sleeping in his lap, both covered in a blanket a cuddled to each other was....beautiful and cute. She carefully sits next to him and leans against his shoulder. He asked her how is she here, where is her father her, family. She said he didn't want to go back to America, his only plan from the whole beginning was to move to England with his wife and raise a child here, that he is buying a house. Somewhere nice and safe. In memory of his wife. A new beginning, new hope. And that she was sad and depressed. It wasn't fair from them to keep his daughter and it wasn't fair to just grab her and leave, promising to come back and never mean it. He put his cheek on the girl's hair and brushed it slowly. I think I can live with that he said. Ada chuckled. The rays of sunshine shined into his office. This is his new beginning, new hope. And he was willing to fight for it like a lion.

Eventually, the girl stayed with Shelby's family. The girl's father bought a house a few villages away so he could always pick her up and be with him. He made a little monument for his wife where his daughter put flowers Thomas or Ada bought. He knew who Shelby's were, but just like his wife telling Ada she trusted her when giving her baby to her, he trusted the rest of the family. Happy Ending!

Thank you for your time!!!!😍😍😍😍

Omg, you didn't lie, this was fucking long for a request... if this can be called a request at that length!

I really like the idea tho and it's super cute, Tommy with his daughter, etc.

Like you offered, I'm going to change a few things or to be percise... I will take the short version, because this already got me thinking and the long version was basically a story already.

I like to fill in the gaps myself and make this a full story, but it's going to take a while... because I have loads of other requests and I can't shut up... so I might write +10k again... for this idea.

Or multiple parts, I don't know yet XD

Gosh, I have to say it again... this is a long ass request... coming from meeee, the person who writes 12k ONE- SHOTS XD

Thank you for sending this in! 🌹