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snow-143 · 1 year

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The Truth Untold- Kim Taehyung |

Six- Apology (1.1k words) |

‘So I’m guessing Yoongi told you?’

‘Told me what?’

‘What happened? With Eun and… Taehyung?’

‘What’s Tae got to do with anything?’

‘Hobi you don’t have to pretend. It’s okay if he told you.’

‘Y/n I have no clue what you’re talking about.’

‘Really?’ I switch my phone to my other hand so I can pick up my bag.

‘Yes. Now tell me what happened.’

Sighing I begin at the start, at least I have someone to talk to on my way home.

‘Yep. And then this morning I slept in and missed him. So now he probably thinks I lied and am still avoiding him.’

‘Maybe you should try and show that you aren’t.’ He reasons.

‘And how do I do that?’ I groan knowing I'm terrible at stuff like this.

‘Eat together tonight maybe? You said it seems like they normally eat together didn’t you? So that’ll be the first step.’

‘Maybe you’re right… it is kind of awkward ignoring them when they ask if I’m going to eat with them. I’m just used to eating by myself though I guess.’

‘So you’re going to do it?’

‘Mhm. In fact I’m right around the corner from his old favorite take out. Do you think I should get him something?’

‘Yes! If you really don’t want him to think you hate him that’ll definitely work.’ His agreement settles my nerves a little.

After asking about how him and Emi are doing we had ended the call, both having things to do.

I’m now standing outside the apartment door contemplating whether or not this is a good idea or not. What if he doesn’t even like the food anymore?

‘It’s okay, if he doesn’t like it I've just got more to myself. Yeah. Anyways it’s the gesture that counts, as long as he knows I don’t hate him then it doesn’t matter.’

Opening the door before I can overthink it any more I’m faced with the man I’m question.

‘Oh, hey?’ I can sense the hesitation from him which makes me internally facepalm.

‘Hey.’ I offer a awkward smile ‘Where are you going?’

‘I was just about to go and get some food.’

‘No need.’ I hold up the two bags of take out I’ve been carrying, pleased that he hadn’t already ate.

‘I THOUGHT THEY CLOSED THAT PLACE DOWN!?’ He steps back to let me in.

‘Nope. They just relocated.’ My smile was now smug, knowing I made the right choice in going there.

‘What did you get?’

‘Get some plates, and you’ll find out.’

It’s not long until we’re both sitting on the floor, the food all laid out on the console table, Taehyung ogling at it. ‘Are you going to eat it or just continue to stare?’

‘Eat. I’m gonna eat, just you got so much.’

Blushing I recall the pain I felt as I handed my card over, all because I panicked on what to get. ‘Just eat.’

Despite my panic he reached straight for the dumplings like I expected.

Realizing the relation to our previous conversation I have to hold in a laugh. It’s not even that funny, but it’s been so long since I’ve been able to tease him I just can’t help myself. ‘Can I take a dumpling or will I have to go back to camping in my room?’

He instantly redirects his hand and grabs a container of something I don’t care enough to inspect. ‘No I’m sorry. Just eat your dumplings, I promise not to tease you. I know they were your favorite so please.’ My apology is ruined by my giggles.

He stuffs some food into his mouth, his words muffled but eligible, ‘They weren’t my favorite.’

‘What?’

‘The dumplings. They weren’t my favorite. I liked the ones from the place across the street from where this one used to be.’

‘Wait, so why did you say they were?’ I’m beyond confused by this confession, he would always insist on going here.

‘Because I knew you liked it here. You would’ve never let me go here if you knew, so I just said it’s my favorite.’ This whole time he’s not even looked at me, too focused on the food I’m front of him.

‘But that still doesn’t make sense. Why wouldn’t you just get what you wanted?’

‘Because I wanted you to have your favorite more than I wanted to have mine.’ He actually looks at me now, although I wish he didn’t. The look in his eyes startles me into finally assessing the food.

‘But I bought this for you.’ I’m upset at myself for never noticing and ruining my apology.

‘Hey it’s okay. I enjoy it because you enjoy it, so just eat yeah? That’ll make me happy.’ I can feel his hand on my chin, pushing my head up so I’m forced to look at him.

‘Really?’ I look into his eyes not quite believing him.

‘Yes.’ He whispers.

His touch feels so warm, so comforting. I'd almost forgotten how it felt for him to comfort me. The lingering feeling of his warmth touch is what stopped me from hating him all these years.

His hand is soon gone though, busy with placing food on my plate. They’re all my favorites. The guilt in my chest intensifies, he still knows all my favorite food and I didn’t even know his back then.

Brushing this thought of I begin to eat. Looking up at him for validation.

His eyes seem bright watching me eat, it feels strange being with him like this again.

He’d always watch as I ate, insisting I get what I want first. It confused me even back then as he was always quick to get what he wants with others, not even thinking about what they might want, yet he’d always be so willing to give me what ever I asked for. Not that I’d even ask, too frightened he might get sick off me being greedy. But despite me not voicing it he always seemed to know. Always seemed to know exactly what and when to give me things.

He’s the only person who’s ever cared for me like that, so selflessly. But he still left, I remind myself.

‘Where are Eun and Jimin?’

‘Jimins staying at him friends tonight and I think Eun mentioned something about a family gathering.’ That does ring some bells. ‘Actually she should be home soon.’ He mentions offhandedly.

Eun, all for entrances, decides to enter at that moment. ‘So this is why you didn’t pick up?’

…She looks pissed.

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#bts non idol au #bts x reader #tae x y/n #taehyung fanfic #tae x reader #kim taehyung #taehyung #books #bts angst #wattpad

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kidical · 11 months

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i rlly wanted to do this anon but i could not figure out how to. and i dont know if its ok to dm u. sooo. u are like soo awesome and were my biggest inspiration for art for so long. little me like ATE ur posts up dude. your art is amazing, ur hilarious and i adore your blog so much. atp its a mix of nostalgia and admiration that drives me to come to this blog. one time u actually answered an anon ask i submitted and i near died bc i was so happy. stay awesome emi (ps u dont gotta answer this. i just wanted to deliver the message :3)

this is so sweet i almost dont want to answer just to keep it in my inbox foreva.. imagining people growing up to my art and it having an influence at ALL is absolutely crazy, but really touching and im beyond happy to hear such things!!!!!! what an incredibly moving message to receive, thank you so much!!!!!!!

#ask

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3dsmall · 2 years

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ate grape lollipop and listened to jens lekman on the way home from date (this is a dogwhistle)

i cherish the awkwardness of dates. i focus in on and like, try to never forget the cringe i literally hold it dear to my heart.

this dude sucked though. he had like, an insane stash of plan b pills. he told me he gets them for two dollars. he’s a doctor. and then he was like ‘would you be comfortable taking plan b this morning’ and i was like ‘nah’ and he was like, ‘i would feel more comfortable if you did’ so i was like ‘sure’ and then he like, actually... like, opened up the thing. put the pill in my hand. and gave me water.

and i was like ‘i was finna pretend to take this on my own time this aint the psych ward’ but in reality i just ate it. and now im going to have horribleeee side effect.

this dude was bragging about how many chicks he used to bang or whatever and he said that some girls will hit him up for plan b that they need as a result of sex with another third party dude. and he will give it to them! if they have sex with him too. because he’s so nice!

anyway... lmfao. idek. just... so much.

he was lowkey yelling at me about how no girl wants a bum, about how he LOVES his life, and about how all girls want him because he’s a freaking surgeon!!

it was like, really legitimately cool and fun for me to watch.

he took out this like, demographic calculator on his phone and was like “EMI!! only .0044% of boys are 6ft tall Asians who make 300k/year BUT I MAKE MORE THAN THAT.” and i was like, trying not to irl haha-react. but also sad-react. i was like ‘i don’t need you to be any of those things’ and then he recalculated if to be 6ft people of any race who make at least 230k and showed me.

but i actually like enjoyed myself and like........ i like him! he’s a good and wounded and flawed man just like everybody else. myself included. and i think he’s like, growing! he’s learning. and growing.

he got p upset when i used his scale and i was like ‘kilograms! idk those’ and said i was ‘insulting his things’ and told me it was a $200 scale, which..? also he showed me his electric lighter, for lighting candles and bbq grill, to save on gas $?

like. i seriously believe that everyone is as crazy as either of us. am i wrong? i want to see anybody from anybody’s shoes or whatev. lmfao gtg vomit, the plan b doesn’t agree wit meh

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emjiroki · 2 years

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Anonymously message me (3) things you want to know about me.

1. What's your favorite breakfast meal and drinks?

2. What's your favourite book genres?

3. Your top choice/s for a new tattoo and which part/s of your body?

Hi emi!! So sorry to ask this but did tumblr ate my ask again? :(( I sent you an ask in the past (when you gave me a compliment, I replied and once again thank you so much it made my day <3) and well it's okay! I understand!! and you were not feeling good that time so I was hoping it made your day somehow!! I had also sent an ask earlier, just a small enji thirst!! I'm not forcing you to answer my asks!! I'm okay with you reading my asks and hoping they made your day! Just double checking if you had gotten them! Please know you're not obliged to always reply to my asks!! I'm very thankful for your time reading them!! I'm sorry for being redundant, I just don't want to seem rude! >< (im too shy and awkward to send you a private message 🙈)

Hope you have a wonderful day ahead <3

-☁

Dont be sorry about anything lovely! I have gotten your asks! (I just answered one actually hehe) but thank you for checking in because my ask box does get wonky sometimes and asks get eaten by the tumblr demon! Ive also just been super duper busy lately and havent gotten on as much 😅

Also im one of the most cringe people i know so nothing to be shy about lol if you ever want to send me a message please do!

Onto the game questions!

I really like french toast or waffles! I really need a waffle maker OH and greek yogurt and berries 🤤 Orange juice or Lemonade is what I usually have to drink in the morning, Im really not a huge coffee/tea person

HORROR! I live for a good horror book. I've read some pretty intense dark reads over the last couple of years and I have a whole To Be Read list (I need to get a new bookshelf first thought lol) but im also really into dystopian/sci-fi! I havent found very many fantasy genre books that have kept my attention though

I already have a tiger tattoo on my upper left arm that ive had since middle school (Yes my mom let me get a tattoo at 14, thankfully I didn't pick something stupid) but I really want some sort of minimalist anime tattoo, Ive got like a whole pintrest board of tattoo ideas! I think I'd stay on my arms and maybe upper back/shoulders (only because i've got scars all over my legs and it would hurt super bad to tattoo)

thank you for the ask lovely! this was fun! 💕

#cloudy anon ☁️#ask games 🎮#em talks 👄

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winderlylandchime · 5 months

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1/2 5x05, i am not ready for all hell to break lose and for my brother to start getting heartbroken. He literally started the ep by saying he needs to see more Britin than Ben/Mikey, not knowing that this is the beginning of hell. Episode opens with the security letting Justin into the club ‘MR TAYLOR! Boyfriend privileges! I missed Emy and Blondie. SECOND WELCOME MISTER TAYLOR! I know for a fact that Brian told them about him and was all be nice to my man! He called Justin cause he has a surprise for him and he gave him MEN! I fucking love these two as a couple, they are literally the same person but different font’ ‘this fucking baby is being passed around like a ball. What the fuck is wrong with them? HUNTER CANT SWIM ANYMORE? Fuck them all. (Mike tells hunter to either be bitter or move on) OH THATS FUCKING RICH COMING FROM HIM. Look its Brian! I still hate that car. Why the fuck is Hunter rude to him? Oh shit, Brian and Mike are like actually drifting apart’ and Brian is at the doctor now ‘PLEASE DONT TELL ME ITS CANCER AGAIN. Wait whats up with the cancer story now? Did they forget? SYPHILIS? Well fuck, he’s probably gonna shut down half of liberty avenue cause of this.’ And now we are the scene where Hunter is back in school ‘i fucking hate this shit. I wanna hit every kid on the screen right now. I do like Callie though, she’s a sweetie. Her parents suck tho’ ‘okay, i LOVE Ted and Brian as friends but my first love is Emmett and Ted. But also i’d sacrifice you for Emmett and Brian’ *looks at me and nods his head*. Annnnd we are at Britin scene where he tells him about the std ‘look at Justin cooking. Suspiciously good? I need to know right now how many times Blondie burnt or fucked up food and Brian ate it to be nice. Why is Blondie so passive aggressive lately? THATS how he tells him about the STD? Calm down Blondie, it happens to the best of us. (Justin says he’s surprised it hasnt happened sooner) *takes a slow huge gasp* what the fuck? THIS EPISODE LITERALLY STARTED WITH JUSTIN AT AN ORGY IN LA? WHY IS HE SUDDENLY SO PRUDISH AND RUDE? *long pause* itd be kinda funny if he got it from Blondie’ This is where I made a mistake to get up and go to the bathroom and all i heard was a yell ‘TED GOT MISTAKEN FOR A LESBIAN! SHE THOUGHT TED WAS A LESBIAN!’ ‘BRIAN! Look at Brian! I don’t really like Ben and Brian together. Its weird. But also why the fuck are they all talking so much about marriage and monogamy lately? But only around Bri? I’m really hating all of this just so you know’ Justin and Daph are now looking after JR ‘DAPHNE! Finally youre back! Blondie thinks about kids? Since when? WHATS STOPPING HIM? Bitch arent yall still like 20? Ask him? But Brian has a kid? ARE WE FORGETTING GUS? Blondie! This is where you say we have gus! Puppy? Why would he get a puppy? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW? (Justin tells daphne about syphilis) why the fuck did he say that? What even? *pauses tv and looks at me all confused* WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON? I have no clue whats going on but i know i hate it’ He was pissed off during Hunter’s school meeting but weirdly stayed quiet and then Justin and Daph came back up ‘youd freak out because that would mean cheating BUT HE DIDNT CHEAT AND SHIT HAPPENS. SINCE WHEN DOES DAPHNE CARE ABOUT JUSTINS MONOGAMY? Ha! Blondie knows its never gonna happen because he and Bri Bri dont want that. Fuck this they brought Daphne back just to piss me off. She’d never be like this.’ ‘Now why the fuck is Mel pissed off? HE HAS MORE THAN ONE KID! Can all three of them go fuck each other? This is the second time that Mel acts like Justin is some random dumbass not to be trusted with her kid. He is GUS’s STEP DAD! *puts his arms out in that weird way guys do where they push their arms back but head forward, idk how to describe it im sorry* bitch’ he was so pissed off at mel during this. He said a whole lot of other stuff but it was all over the place so I did my best but the main takeaway was she treated Brian the same way and she doesnt care about Hunter or gus anymore.

My heart is breaking for your brother, for you, for all of us. Fuck you CowLip.

Justin being called Mr Taylor at Babylon is amazing, I love it. DON'T YOU SEE WHAT HE TELLS YOU IN HIS OWN WAY?

But also i’d sacrifice you for Emmett and Brian’ <- tbf I would sacrifice a lot to see more Emmett and Brian.

THIS EPISODE LITERALLY STARTED WITH JUSTIN AT AN ORGY IN LA? WHY IS HE SUDDENLY SO PRUDISH AND RUDE? even louder for the people (Justin, the writers) in the back. And here begins the ultimate betrayal. Where does Brian's growth go? Why does Justin at 22 want a baby and a house and marriage?

AND WHY DOES NO ONE REMEMBER THAT BRIAN HAS A KID (I actually typed that as Gid so there you go) and is really good as a dad?

Fuck this they brought Daphne back just to piss me off. She’d never be like this. It's true. To borrow the meme, she would not fucking say that.

This is the second time that Mel acts like Justin is some random dumbass not to be trusted with her kid. He is GUS’s STEP DAD! YEP

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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sgt-celestial · 3 years

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No you know what. THEE ultimate emotion is the one you feel when you eat food from your home country that you can't buy in the country you live in. when you visit and all the shops have That Brand on their shelves and you go INSANE. unmatched experience

#this is actually abt Pozuelo's cremitas. i just ate a packet since my cousin sent me a box FULL of them and we cant buy them in england </3 #emi's meandering jotts #posts

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teapotart · 4 years

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this is no good this is just crappy you melt my heart with such nonchalant words

my aggressive look is peeling off there is no other way listen carefully

from the outside of the lonely snail's shell a playful guitar's voice can be heard

#original story #ulcd #folgemy #spitz #escargot #i found a perfect F song #and this song ate my mind #so i lost sleep and peace of mind knowing i had yet to draw something for it #this song is such perfect anount of chaotic energy F can actually radiate #f: *getting chaotic*#music: DAME DA NA GOMI DA NA #watercolour #%)#folger #emy #i'm pleased with how it went though it is 100% self indulgent mode on

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argylemikewheeler · 3 years

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Oh don't get me started on my hcs for Steve because I can go on for HOURS like nobody can Chang emy mind on the fact that Steve Harrington is an expert in putting up masks. If he was an asshole through and through like he looked like in S1 he would've never gotten close to Dustin, or even tried to come back to help Jonathan and Nancy fight the Demogorgon.

That's actually one of the things I always love about Stonathan fics. When Jonathan gets to see a whole other side of Steve he never even considered could exist, and is stumped by the fact Steve cares about HIM. But also Jonathan teaching Steve that he can count on other people, and that him being always alone bc his parents aren't home, or putting up masks so people will like him, is not okay.

Honestly just give me these boys being completely soft for each others tyvm 😭🥺

-⚡️

EXACTLY! Steve is a master of disguise-- of being the kind of guy that people want him to be. But in season 2 we see the kind of guy he is-- helpful and someone who tries to understand when they talk (literally him just accepting the answer "because its face opened up and it ate my cat"). We also see him being a Good Guy when he comes back for the demogorgon. He was fucking scared shitless but his friends were in there. He drove over to Jonathan's house in the first place to apologize. Also let's talk about how he knew where Jonathan's house was! They've been Friends Before... [I won't plug my friends-to-enemies-back-to-friends stonathan fic.... but know that it's THERE]. Steve has been The Guy for other people his life and then learns to lift his disguise and be genuine and it's so sweet. And then him learning from Jonathan to become part of a family network of friends rather than a punching bag of Tommy and Carol??? Amazing fantastic lovely and heart warming. We love a good, complementary team...

#you're making me want to write a part two to be good again #i keep revisiting it and going back and revisiting and now i'm like #i miss their in show dynamic i want to write more of it #thank you #strike anon #stonathan #asks

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kcabyap · 3 years

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Dearly beloved tumblr sideblog...

Man... all these makeout sesh headcannons are feeding me 👀 Can I uhh... request Lucifer’s?

But also... since I already am being demanding and all here... can you not write it overly dominant? We love a subby Lucifer hehe

Yours;

Emi

Dearly beloved Emi! I'm so glad that you're enjoying them, and you absolutely can; in this house, we firmly believe subby Lucifer is a beautiful thing~ 😍

As always, NSFW is under the cut, under 18s stay away from that part!

Making Out With Submissive!Lucifer~

Being as busy as he is with student council works and generally tending to Diavolo, getting time to get close to Lucifer isn't always the easiest thing in the world.

So whenever he and his partner are together, he always wants to be close to them; casually invading their personal space, lightly pulling them into his arms, trapping them between himself and the nearest wall to steal kisses...

Note the use of the word 'together,' rather than 'alone.' This man does not care if it's a public area, or if his brothers are around: if they have an issue, they can leave.

His eyes, often known for being intimidating and fearsome, are so soft and caring as they meet his partner's own.

They have a way of bringing out something more gentle in him... they have a way of bringing out a lot of things he usually keeps hidden from the world, actually.

But while hurried, passionate, desperate make out sessions often happen in quiet halls in RAD or the foyer of the House of Lamentation when one of them finally comes home after a long day... the slow, loving sessions happen alone.

In the privacy of his or their room, or his study, he'll place himself in their lap and cup their cheeks and gaze into their eyes with all the love in the Devildom.

In those soft moments, his kiss is firm but not rough, his arms winding around his partner's neck and drawing them almost impossibly close.

There won't be much of a fight for dominance; that isn't their dynamic... As much as it ate at his pride to admit at first, Lucifer longs for his partner to take control of things, to take care of him. And they do.

He'll practically melt against them, his cheeks flushed, his breaths deep and quick as his partner twines their tongues together.

His hands are gentle, loving, reverent; he knows exactly how his partner likes to be held, the exact way his partner likes to be caressed, and he always makes sure to give them what makes them happiest.

Despite being Avatar of Pride, he knows he can show any side of himself to his lover and receive no judgement, and so he doesn't hold anything back.

He's never shy to tell them how much he's missed them, how much he loves them, how lovely they are and how grateful he is.

("My darling, my love... How I've longed to be in your arms, just like this... I love you. Please, hold me closer. Kiss me again...")

In their more hurried sessions, though? He'll let them press him to any nearby wall and lay claim to his mouth, his hands clutching at their arms, wrapping tight around their body as though he's scared to be apart from them again...

He'll whimper. Whimper at the joy of finally having his beloved in his arms; whimper in the knowledge that he'll have to return to Diavolo and this moment will be gone.

It's a good thing he wears gloves, or those long nails of his would break skin with how tightly he holds on.

Whether sweet and private or stolen in public, these sessions are always intense, passionate, full of so much love and want and need.

When they're alone in the privacy of their rooms, or his study, it isn't long before the true nature of their relationship comes out fully.

They often hold his hands and pin them above his head while their lips press firmly against his, while they ravage his mouth, while they caress his tongue with their own in all the ways that make him groan and shiver beneath them.

He'll arch his back and press his lower half up against theirs, wordlessly begging them to give him some much-needed touch...

...but they both know that he'll need to actually beg if he wants it; and he will. Gladly.

If they give him any orders - to stop squirming, to undress, to spread his legs, anything - he'll obey. No questions asked.

The only order that he has a little trouble with is 'stay quiet.' He can't help the little gasps that leave him as they slide their hand into his hair and pull it, can't help the deep smooth moans that leave his lips as they grind together...

(They can lay him on his front and whip him or put him across their knee and spank him for it later; he loves taking punishment as long as it's from them.)

If they really excite him, they'll often be graced by a breathy moan of the word 'master,' one that he often doesn't even realise he's giving; the part of him that's so desperate to give up the control he usually has simply can't help it.

His cheeks are so flushed, his heart pounding hard enough to be felt easily, his normally immaculate appearance dishevelled and his lips parted as he pants...

Those eyes of his gaze pleadingly into his partner's-- no, his master's own, his tongue slowly caressing his own upper lip as he lays back, letting his thighs part oh so invitingly.

("Please, master. I want more. I need it; need you... Take me in any way you please. I beg of you.")

These sessions of theirs never stop at just making out; these two don't always get time to be close... so they both ensure their moments alone are used to the absolute fullest.~

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #spicy #(but only the part under the cut)#kcabyap's writing again

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all-drarry-to-me · 3 years

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Queer book recommendations 📚

Okay, so I received this super nice ask, kindly requesting another list of book recommendations, but when I finally got around to answering it, Tumblr (being the hellsite that it is) ate the ask. Emi, I hope you know how thrilled I was to see that in my inbox — not only have you read some of my favorite books based on my recommendation, but you liked them enough to ask for more! I’m happy to put together another list, and please feel free to message me at any time to talk about books!

Without further ado (and in no particular order), here’s part two of some of my favorite queer books:

1. All for the Game trilogy by Nora Sakavic: I could talk about this series for ages. Listen, I know it’s problematic: they’re not the most well-written books, the plot is insane and there’s a whole host of trigger warnings that go with the series. It focuses on college athletes, who come together through Exy, a made-up sport that the mafia is involved in. Somehow, despite all of that, I managed to fall in love with the series quite quickly. It’s like nothing I’ve ever read before, and the characters — even with their numerous flaws — really drew me in. The found family trope is so well executed (I couldn’t help but root for the Foxes throughout the series), then I absolutely love the way they handle consent. Of the core characters, there’s two who are gay and one who’s definitely on the ace spectrum, though it’s not outright stated in the book. And while I said they’re not the most well-written series, which I do stand by, there’s also a handful of BEAUTIFUL lines from the books.

2. “Running with Lions” by Julien Winters: This is the only other sports-themed book on the list, I promise! Some of my love for this book likely stems from my own years running around the soccer field — this takes place at a summer training camp, but that’s definitely not the only reason it’s on this list. I’m a big fan of enemies to lovers, and while this is more ex-friends to lovers, there’s definitely some animosity to be worked through when Emir unexpectedly shows up at the soccer camp. I love the way he and Sebastian bond, and the way their friendship evolves before becoming a more romantic relationship. There’s some standard coming-of-age vibes within the book, but the plot and the characters are interesting enough to help set it apart from others in the genre.

3. “Orlando: A Biography” by Virginia Woolf: This one is a little different than the others on the list, but I wouldn’t recommend it any less. I feel a little in love with Virginia Woolf over the past year and, of her books that I’ve read, this one really stands out. It’s from the 1920s and features a main character who lives for 300+ years — and who’s trans (Orlando is born male, then wakes up one day as female). With the way time works and the plot itself, it’s a bit strange, but I found it captivating, and the whole thing is a love letter to Vita Sackville-West, another writer with whom Woolf was in a relationship with. (Don’t get me started on their relationship — there’s a book of love letters between the two of them that’s achingly beautiful, but the book is hard to find.)

4. “Upside Down” by N. R. Walker: This is trope-y and wonderful and I would highly recommend. It has issues with pacing, but it made me genuinely happy as I was reading it. I finished it in a day, maybe two, because I couldn’t put it down — and I have two of the author’s other books in my Barnes & Noble cart as I’m typing this. In “Upside Down,” both of the main characters are ace; one is sure of his identity and the other is just starting to figure it out, and they work to navigate that together. It’s sweet and a quick read if you’re looking for something fairly fluffy.

5. Iron Breakers trilogy by Zaya Feli: If you take the plot from Captive Prince and mix it with the writing of All for the Game, that’s a close approximation of Iron Breakers. The main character is hard to like at times (he has a lot of growing up to do) and the plot isn’t groundbreaking — there’s a lot of similarities to Captive Prince — but there’s also a lot of positives the series has going for it. The world building is really interesting, the love interest is wonderful and the series has some compelling twists. The first book is free through Nook and I bought the second two immediately after finishing it, then could not put those down until I was done!

6. “Olivia” by Dorothy Strachey: There’s not enough wlw romance on here, which is one of the reasons I wanted to add “Olivia.” It’s another one that’s slightly different than the others on the list; it was originally published in the 1940s and is loosely based on the author’s own life, telling the story of a girl who goes to finishing school and falls in love with her teacher. It’s the story of first love, and forbidden love at that.

7. “Cemetery Boys” by Aiden Thomas: This book absolutely worth a read — Yadriel is trans, and is trying to prove to his family that he’s a “real” man by summoning a ghost to help solve his cousin’s murder. Instead, he summons Julien, then proceeds to fall for the ghost while trying to help Julien figure out how he died. Thomas creates such an interesting world within the book and the three main characters (Yadriel, Julien and Yadriel’s cousin/best friend Maritza) are so much fun together.

8. “Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda” by Becky Albertalli: Look, I think most people have heard of, if not read, this book but I’d be remiss if I didn’t include it on my list. It was actually recommended to me last time I made a queer rec list and it didn’t disappoint. In some ways, it’s a relatively standard coming out novel, but it has some really interesting differences. The way in which Simon is forced to come out makes the plot unique, and I love how supportive Simon’s family is — there are so many books where the character comes out and is subsequently kicked out, and it was nice to see a different take (I may have cried a little at that point, but that’s neither here nor there). If you haven’t read it, I’d definitely recommend.

9. Six of Crows duology by Leigh Bardugo: This is like, “Ocean’s Eleven,” but with teenagers. I liked the first book slightly better than the second, but they’re both great — they focus on a group of six planning an elaborate heist, with Kaz as the leader of their little gang. Each character is really well-developed, and both the plot and the world-building are first class. There’s a mlm romance on the side, so this one’s a bit more subtly queer than some of the other recs, but they’re still great books.

10. “The House in the Cerulean Sea” by T.J. Klune: This book is wonderful in so many ways. It’s focused on Linus Baker, who’s sent on a classified mission to a magical orphanage, where six “dangerous” children live with their caretaker, Arthur Parnassus. The characters — all of them, big and small — are compelling and interesting; they’re well-thought out and unique, which I think is a huge strength of Klune’s, visible in this book and the others I’ve read by him. Linus and Arthur are a bit older (in their 40s) and I love the way that contributes to their relationship and their character development, then the plot is somewhat simple, but the characters and the world are compelling enough that you don’t need any major twists or turns.

Next on my to-read list is “The Mercies” by Kiran Millwood Hargrave, which I’m absolutely psyched about, and I’m counting down the days until “One Last Stop” by Casey McQuiston is released.

(You asked if I've read anything by Seanan McGuire — I haven't; any recs for what to start with?)

Please let me know if you ever want more recs and I’ll be happy to throw some titles out there, and I'd love to know what you think if you end up reading any of these!

#dot posts #reading

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keithan-p · 3 years

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Hi can you please do all dorm leaders with my oc, Emiko pls.

Sure! Then the scenario will be~

🥀The dorm leaders met Emiko planting flowers🥀

If you want to request me you can check out the pinned post!

Enjoy🥀

🥀Riddle Rosehearts 🥀

...

Riddle just burst out his dorm angrily, it seems that his dorm students caused more trouble, or should I say, broke the rules?

He starts wandering around the school,trying to cool his temper down , then he stumbled upon a garden.

The scent of flowers stopped Riddle from walking, such nice and soothing smell! Riddle couldn't help but stood there and doze off his thoughts ...

"Riddle..? What brings you here?"

Surprised,Riddle slightly trembled. He then looked around and saw a small figure holding a pot of roses, looking at him with big eyes

Riddle then quickly gets his thoughts back and get back to his bossy pose, looking around the garden as if he was just patroling

" Is it you who runs this garden? Quite nice i might say”

Emiko nodded and smiled as she slightly bows down to show gratitude for his compliment

"yeah, I really like flowers, so I applied to run this garden！Here,have these roses ,you can..take it as a gift"

Handing over the pot of roses , she smiled to the red haired man. Riddle then took the pot of flowers and thanked Emiko, then turned around wanting to leave, suddenly Riddle had a sudden thought..

He swiftly turn around and placed a rose by her ear, as he said:

" Rules of Queen of hearts ! Give me peaches, I will return you plums, take that as a gratitude from me"

Leaving the flustered Emiko, Riddle left the garden with a good mood~ ❤️

🥀Leona Kingscholar🥀

...

Leona were just skipping classes as always, wandering around the school since he wanted to look for another nice sleeping spot other than his bedroom.

Moaning about life, he stumbled upon a garden.This place will do! Sleeping with a nice scent and all... Ahh how soothing~

He then walk into the garden looking for a spot for him to lie down and rest himself. Luckily,there was a big Oak tree somewhere in the garden, he quickly walk towards it and 'bump!' he lies down on the grass, purring as he starts sleeping

...

"Uhh...L-leona senpai..?"

A shaky voice woke Leona up from his sleep, irritated , he slowly opened his eyes and found a very blurry figure face in front of him. It seems like..a girl's face! Shocked , he quickly gets up , ahh... It's the herbivore

"tch- what do you want..?"

Slightly trembling, Emiko explained that he is sleeping at the garden and that he couldn't sleep there since the grass there are still buds， they need sunshine. Too much pressure would stop the buds grow

“You seem to know a lot of green stuff huh，alright alright ill get up”

just as he finished talking, something fell down ... After Leona could know it, Emiko slightly screamed-

"E-Ehh?!-"

A spider , no ... A BIG spider falls down from the tree and starts crawling towards Emiko. She starts panicking,but at the moment the spider were crushed by a shoe-Leona grinned as he picked the dead spider up..

"think I know your weakness herbivore. though ,that reaction on your face is real cute you know, maybe I should scare you more often next time..."

With that grin, he patted Emiko's head and left the garden...

🥀Azul Ashrengrotto 🥀

...

"sigh... Where could it be..."

Looking very intense,Azul walks around the school , it seems that he is looking for something...

His missing spare spectacles, that is what he was looking for, it seems that Floyd borrowed Azul his spare glasses since Floyd needed it to 'look at tiny insects', pretty bad reason but Azul lend it to him anyways, and when Floyd gets back, it's gone

"That twin-! sigh... What did I do to deserve this"

While he was moaning, he smelled something nice, smells like... flowers? He continued walking towards and saw a garden full of beautiful flowers!

There's not that much pretty flowers under the sea you know? Azul were so amused by it! While he was busy staring at dandelions, a voice interrupted his flower gazing.

"A-azul..?"

WAIT- someone is here? He quickly idle back to his pose, and saw the small figure..it was Emiko!

"Ahh, it's you. Let's see, you run this place?"

Emiko nodded and just as she was going to ask Azul something, Azul interrupted her with a voice full of excitement

"May I ask what flower are these? Oh! And I remember that flowers had languages,do you know them, can you tell me? Oh! And which of them are ....."

It goes on and on, Emiko gave an awkward smile and also found that this side of Azul is also very cute

Think he knew someone was staring him, he quickly gave a few coughs and apologize for his sudden excitement.

Emiko wave his hand and said that it's fine then started to explain the things amAzul wanted to know patiently.Azul asked so many questions sometime even Emiko couldn't handle it...

"I see.. I see... Hold on a second...I'm sorry, it's almost time for me to head back to my dorm, I need to settle things in Mostro Lounge,I'm very thankful for today,Emiko"

After that, he smiled and wave his hand goodbye to Emiko, Emiko chuckled a little , she also had a great time...

"Wait. .. WHERE IS MY SPARE SPECTACLES?"

🥀

🥀Kalim Al Asim🥀

...

"Emi-chan~!I brought our bento! C'mon let's eat together!"

Recess is finally here, Kalim speeds his footsteps and walk right into the garden,knowing that Emiko will definitely be in there

Just as he thought, She is! But kinda got surprise by the sudden welcome from Kalim though

"Oh-sorry did I scare you? "

Kalim noticed that he was indeed being a bit loud just now, and apologized for that, he got Emiko's turning head as return. After checking that he's fine to have lunch with her , he went to Emiko's side

"These are all foods made by Jamiru! He's so cool right?!"

He took the bento Jamil made and hand it over to Emiko

"Eh-ehh? You could have it! I'm fine!"

Emiko quickly denied the offer Kalim gave but it soon was stopped when Kalim swiftly stuffed a spoon of rice in Emiko’s mouth

“Ehehe~daijyoubu! I told Jamiru to make this just for you!"

Smiling as usual, he looked at Emiko's suffering from the food, then he quickly pull the spoon out, let Emiko breath...

"I- I appreciate that Kalim"

Emiko then coughed a little and thanked Kalim for the bento

They both then sat on the bench and ate bento together as they talked... Well it was Kalim who mostly talked

Even though Kalim talked a lot Emiko really had a great time since she's very shy and couldn'tt talk to people easily, she's relieved that she had Kalim in her side...

"Why are you looking at me like that? You want me to feed you?"

After hearing Kalim saying that upmost embarrassing words, Emiko's red suddenly goes red ,making Kalim worried,kept on asking if she's alright

"i-im fine.. Kalim "

Kalim just tilted his head, not knowing why did Emiko's face gets so red , then he continued talking about his dorm

You can hear laughs coming out from the garden, then you know that they're having a good time there~

🥀

🥀Vil schoenheit 🥀

...

Vil needs some flowers for his flower bath today, which means he'll need to borrow some flowers from the garden, wait.. who is in charge of the garden again..?

Just as he was in thought, he arrived at the garden, lots of flowers are awaiting him there, the scent of nice and soothing smell really brings Vil into calmness...

"Vil-senpai..!"

Vil heard a very familiar voice and when he realised, Emiko had been holding Waterer,standing in front of vil.

"Oh- isn't it the Yam ... I need to look for the person who is incharge here, do you know who it is?"

Emiko awkwardly laughed a little and said that the person who is in charge is actually her.

Vil swiftly apologized and ask for some lilies for his flower bath, Emiko nodded and led him to the lily section

Rows and rows of lilies are awaiting Vil , Vil started staring at the lilies, trying to pick the one lily he wanted while Emiko watered the plants

"Yam, I've decided, get me these lilies and cut them for me, thank you"

Vil handed 3 lilies to Emiko and they went to the cutting machine ,the cutting machines makes flower bags for flower baths, they cut down flower petals and stem， all put them in one bag

While waiting for the flowers to be done, Vil starts checking Emiko’s outfit and all..

"Yam! You didn't style your hair nicely today didn't you? And that apron doesn't match with your clothes... You need to learn colour palettes ..."

Vil started straighten all the wrinkles on her uniform and aprons， the distance between them is very close making Emiko flustered...

just as Vil couldn't get any closer，the flower machine had done cutting. Vil sighed as he grabs the flower bag and thanked Emiko

"thanks again Yam, don't forget to style your hair next time"

After that, Vil left the garden , even so Emiko still had the red face from just now...

"thought we could get more closer... "

🥀

🥀Idia Shroud 🥀

...

Idia NEVER went out only when he really really REALLY NEEDS to, but you know... He just wanted to meet his Emiko... So then the Idia adventure begins!

Grr.. walking around and people looking at you weirdly ...come on Emiko show yourself already... Do I need to sing 'show yourself' for you to show up..?

Though I'm not Elsa...

There are as many idia’s inner dramas as usual...How dearly he wanted Emiko to show up! He then idle around the school and couldn't find Emiko's single hair!

He was about to give up ,but then he walk by a garden, a garden huh... Emiko would definitely tries to be in charge of one...

Hold on a second

He quickly went into the garden and saw Emiko planting daisies peacefully,not knowing that Idia is there

Sigh... So she was here.. Welp, mission accomplished.

Wait, you wouldn't think that Idia would want and talk to Emiko don't you?

I mean.. how?

Idia couldn't talk to her ,hes afraid that she will find him annoying. ..

Hiding behind the bushes he looked at Emiko like a creepy stalker, suddenly, Emiko stood up and walk towards the bushes

She squated down as she said:

"Come out Idia, let's plant together if you're okay with that"

She let out a smile, that smile easily warms Idia's heart... He slowly gets up while grabbing Emiko's hand and goes planting with her!

Idia had never been outside that long...

He hasn't.. AND HES DYING OUT OF HOTNESS

🥀

🥀Malleus Draconia🥀

...

Emiko is just watering her plants in the garden, doing what she likes to do... Yeah, sometimes being alone is actually more comfortable, maybe cause Emiko is afraid to talk to others...

Suddenly, some weird green glowing things appeared in the garden, just a blink of an eye, a man with green eyes and black silky hair appeared too.. it was Malleus

"oh my child of man, or should I call beastie? Just as I thought,you were here..."

Surprised, emiko trembled but relieved after she realises that it was Malleus. She asked Malleus that what was he doing here as Malleus answered:

"Why I wonder... You weren't at the ramshackle dorm so I expected that you would be here.. Hm? Are you implying that I can't look for you ?"

Emiko quickly shakes her head implying that she didn't think that way, she even told Malleus that she is very happy to see Malleus here

"I see, well, what would you like me to do with you?"

Emiko starts to think hardly on what should they do but then failed.. she told Malleus that she couldn't think of any since she only wanted to spend time with him that's all

As if Malleus was touched by emiko's cuteness, a faint blush appeared on his face.

"Thats- the first time I've ever heard that..your a bold one beastie.. aren't you scared of me?"

Why would I? Said Emiko, she stated that Malleus was a strong wizard but a kind one too..

"Ahaha.. stop praising me already, it's getting faker you know. Though, I really appreciate those praises... Now beastie, let's spend some time together"

Malleus Draconia spending his day with Emiko... Wait.. did I hear Sebek's voice?

MALLEUS RUN!!

🥀

💮

OK I WROTE THIS SPENDING A LOT OF TIME WTH I REALLY HOPE YALL LIKE IT

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scullysexual · 4 years

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*Prompt request for AU where Mulder gets Scully pregnant in high school and they are “forced” to marry but fall in love.*

Okay now we’re at the final chapter/part/instalment. Meet my longest fic ever 5k words. I have never written that many words for a one shot before let a alone a chapter but here we are. This is a fic of its own honestly, it’s just attached to this universe. I don’t really have much to say other than I’ve really enjoyed this universe and that I’m still sticking to what I say in the last part- send me prompt in this universe and I will write them, this is probably my favourite universe I’ve ever written in I’m so glad this anon sent me the prompt and I hope I did it justice. A full masterlist of this will be posted tomorrow. @today-in-fic

A Baby Is Forever: Part Six [EPILOGUE]

Part One.

Part Two.

Part Three.

Part Four.

Part Five.

AO3.

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There’s a warm weight trying to squeeze against her, a head that bumps her chin, and cold feet trying to find warmth between her bare legs.

Emily’s climbed out of her crib again.

“Hey Emi,” Scully hears Mulder mumble.

She slipping back into subconsciousness when she feels a pull against her pyjama top.

“No Emily,” she says, taking her daughter’s hands in her own to prevent her from tugging at the top.

“I want milk.”

For the past three weeks Scully had been slowly weaning Emily. It was going a lot soother than she expected, morning is full of distractions, replace breastmilk and snuggles with cow’s milk and cuddles and morning goes by with no hassle. Naps were a bit harder but followed the same pattern, night feeds were still a thing for now.

The system worked nine times out of a ten. The times it didn’t work was when Emily was sleepy but couldn’t fall asleep.

“Do you want Daddy to make you some big girl milk?” Scully asks, opening her eyes just in time to see Emily pout- a trait she got from Mulder- and shake her head.

“That milk’s yucky.” She frees her hands from Scully’s grasp and begins clawing at her t-shirt again.

She’s tired and wants to give in but Emily had been doing so well that to give in now seems like a waste of three weeks.

“Mulder, will you make Emily some milk, please?” she asks.

“No! I want your milk,” Emily whines at the same time Mulder leaves the bed.

“How about we cuddle while we wait for Daddy to bring your big girl milk, yeah?” Scully tries bargaining.

Emily doesn’t look convinced but she moves towards Scully anyway, snuggling against her.

She’s almost drifting off when Emily speaks again.

“Daddy heat milk up?”

“I’m sure he will, baby.”

Mulder comes back five minutes later, bottle of milk in his hand. He climbs back into the bed, handing the bottle to Emily.

“There you go, Em.”

Emily takes it and Scully falls back asleep for another hour.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.

She places Emily down on the counter.

“What do you want for breakfast, Emily?”

“Cookies,” the child says.

Scully sighs, the third day in a row Emily has asked for cookies for breakfast.

“You can’t have cookies, baby.” She roots in the fridge, pulling out a pack of eggs. “How about eggs?” she asks holding the pack towards Emily.

Emily shakes her head slowly. “Cookies.”

“You can have cookies when we’re out,” Scully tells her, putting the eggs back in the fridge.

Nearby Mulder’s bagels pop up in the toaster, startling both Scully and Emily. Mulder is over in seconds, taking them out. At least one of them knows what their eating this morning.

Seeing the bagels being placed on Mulder’s plate, Emily points towards it.

“Daddy,” she says.

“You want bagels like Daddy?”

Emily nods and Mulder is already a step ahead of her, pushing the lever of the toaster down.

.:.:.:.:.:.

She showers while Emily eats. A fifteen minute reprieve from her daughter.

She loves Emily more than she thought she could ever love anything but approaching two-years-old, Scully fears her once impeccably behaved baby girl was going to become possessed by the Terrible Twos.

With Mulder gone most days, it was just her and Emily. Occasionally her mom and Melissa would help out but Scully didn’t want to seem like she was depending on them. Since Emily was born, Scully had to need to prove to everyone that she could do it, that she wasn’t just a baby caring for a baby, she was a mother and she could live up to the responsibility of being one.

Even Mulder had proved himself capable. He was afforded more immature moments than her but he never let it impede on his ability to be a father. He helped out when he could and they fell into an easy routine. The dark early days he proved to be enough when Emily refused to suckle, refused to let Scully pick her up, refused to let her bond with her. Their daughter had just wanted Mulder and Scully had given up. She pumped rather than physically breast feed and Mulder had been left to do it all- feed the baby, change her diaper, play with her, Scully was just the sustenance provider.

Now she and Emily get along just fine, once they were over that initial hurdle, and now they were best friends.

Scully exits the shower, immediately grabbing her ring from the counter and putting it back on her finger. It still shined as brightly as it did two years ago and that’s how Scully intended on it staying.

Rumours had sparked all around the school when she returned wearing it not that it bothered Scully, rumours had been circling around the building since her baby bump became visible, questions on who the father was and Did you really expect Dana Scully to be the first one pregnant? No, I didn’t either. They could write SLUT across her locker in red capital letters as much as they liked, Scully was never going to rise to it, she had bigger things on her mind than what immature school kids thought of her.

“Scully,” Mulder calls through the door. “Em’s done with her food. Do you want me to dress her?”

Sometimes he could be amazing.

“Yes, please,” she calls back through the door. “Her clothes are already out on the bed.”

They were out today, buying paint for Emily’s new room.

The decision to give Emily her own room came when Mulder’s parents moved out a year ago, leaving them the house. Initially, they were resigned to the basement and it had worked having Emily, still a newborn at the time, right beside them, not having to go far, everything they needed could fit downstairs with them and rarely did they have to bother anyone upstairs.

But Emily had began to grow, like any child does, and the being confined to the basement just wasn’t good enough for anyone anymore.

They didn’t have many options, too young and broke to even rent a place of their own at seventeen, they intended on just making do with the basement until their options widened.

Until one dinner time when Teena announced that a house just down the street had opened up and they were thinking of moving into that, giving their current house to Mulder.

The deal was they, along with Scully’s parents, would help them out until they were done with school, then it was down to them.

Well, school had ended and it was down to them to support themselves now. Mulder worked, Scully looked after Emily. It was old-fashioned but it worked and Scully saw no issue with it, for now.

College was to be postponed for another year, too. Wait until Emily was old enough to go into pre-school or be able to stay with her grandparents for more than however long the milk lasted. They would stay in Maryland, too, and hopefully figure the rest out at a later date.

Now, though, it was about decorating Emily’s new room.

The child hadn’t been excited about the prospect of her own room no matter how much Mulder and Scully tried to big it up to her, she liked Mommy and Daddy’s room, why couldn’t she stay there?

Scully hoped that by allowing her to pick the room design Emily would grow more keen to the idea.

She exits the bathroom, walking towards her bedroom and upon opening the door, she is greeted by a partially dressed Hurricane Emily.

“Mommy! Me and Daddy saw Cookie Monster when we eat our bagels.”

Sesame Street was currently Emily’s favourite show, her favourite character was the Cookie Monster and he is the reason Emily asks for cookies every morning.

Scully bends to pick Emily up, setting her on her hip and bringing her back over to bed where Mulder sits holding a pair of socks in his hand.

“When you ate your bagels, Emily,” Scully corrects, putting her down standing on the bed. There were no worries about Emily’s speech development, she was actually a very intelligent, having been able to string sentences together for a while now.

It had been something Scully had worried about at the beginning. Emily was a premature baby- a late premature baby, but one all the same- and while the probability of the risks presented to premature babies were low for her they were still risks all the same.

But aside from running out of breath a little quicker when she got excited, Emily was functioning as any other child, developing around the same average time as other children, there were no worries in that department.

She hadn’t quite mastered grammar yet, however.

“What did you see?” Scully asks Emily as she buckles up her dungarees and Mulder puts her socks on.

Emily proceeds to tell her how Elmo stole Cookie Monster’s cookies and Cookie got sad and then Elmo apologised and gave them back to him.

She’ll test her like this sometimes, make sure that she’s paying attention, taking in what she’s seeing on the TV.

“How did you know Cookie was sad?” Scully asks, another test.

“Um…” She watches as Emily tries to find the words for what she knows. “He…he…”

“He sat on his own, didn’t he?” Mulder says, helping her out.

Emily turns towards him at the sound of his voice, nodding her head quickly and turning back to Scully.

“He sat on his own and looked like this…” She does her best impression of a sad face that makes Scully laugh and melt at how adorable she looks.

“It’s not funny, Mommy!” Emily admonishes in a voice that sounds vaguely similar to her own when she tells Emily off for doing something she shouldn’t.

“You’re right,” Scully says, correcting herself. “It’s not funny.” She strokes her hand through Emily’s bed head. She still needs to get dressed and tackle Emily’s unruly hair and they don’t have a lot of time left before they need to leave.

“Why don’t you go back downstairs with Daddy and watch more Cookie Monster and I’ll get dressed, okay?”

Emily nods, climbing down from the bed and grabbing hold of Mulder’s hand.

“Come on, Daddy,” Emily says.

“I’ll need your strong muscles to pull me up, Em,” he says, pretending to struggle to get off the bed. “I’m getting too old.”

Scully rolls her eyes but she’s warmed by it all the same. Emily uses her “muscles” and pulls Mulder up and the two leave the room leaving Scully on her own.

.:.:.:.:.:.

Within the hour they have made it to Home Depot browsing the paint section while Emily happily babbles away Quacky in the cart.

Public outings were always something of a tense situation. When Emily was younger they received a lot of disdainful tuts, shaking heads, and a lot of stares. Scully had tried to ignore it but she never went anywhere with just Emily.

Now it was easier to bare. The stares still came but Scully learned not to care about them. She was happy, her baby was baby and that was all that mattered.

“I think yellow,” Scully says, beelining for the coloured paint.

“Why yellow?” Mulder asks.

She stares at him like he’s stupid. He is stupid.

“It’s her favourite colour,” she answers pointedly.

Mulder chuckles. “It’s your favourite colour, you mean.” He looks down at Emily who is happy in her own make-belief world.

“Emi, what’s your favourite colour?”

“Yellow,” the girl says without missing a beat.

An I told you so look appears across Scully’s face.

“Only because it’s your favourite colour,” Mulder mutters yet loud enough for Scully to hear it.

She’s about to grab the yellow paint before she clocks the white shades above it. She looks towards Mulder who snacks on sunflower seeds, an idea in her mind.

She pushes the tub back onto the shelf and Mulder looks at her questioningly. She ignores him, her attention on Emily.

“Emi,” she calls and Emily looks at her. “What if, instead of painting your room yellow, I painted it white and covered it in sunflowers?”

Emily nods, seemingly excited by that prospect. Sunflowers had become Emily’s favourite flowers ever since she found out Mulder eats the seeds. That had led to some very interesting conversations with Emily believing that if she ate a seed a sunflower would grow inside her. Instead they had planted it outside in the garden and once it was “all big” (as Emily had said) it would be her responsibility to care for it.

“And who’s going to draw these sunflowers?” Mulder asks.

“I will,” Scully says, grabbing two tubs of white paint, two tubs of yellow, a medium-sized tub of brown paint, and finally a smaller tub of green.

They buy fairy lights in another store and with Emily’s toddler bed on the way, she was looking forward to decorating the room.

They had the weekend to do it, with Maggie having Emily over for a sleepover. Scully had been cautious of the idea at first. Emily had only been over at her parents’ for a few hours and never had she stayed there (without Scully also there). This was going to be a first for all of them and Scully hoped Emily was going to be okay with it.

There was another thing that an Emily-free night would open up for Mulder and Scully, and Scully was still unsure whether her thoughts should venture down that path yet.

.:.:.:.:.:.

Bathing with Mommy had become something of a treat. Emily loves water and there had been plans to take her to the swimming baths one day for now, though, Emily is just happy playing in a bubble bath. It’s easier to bathe her like this, rather than Scully kneeling and leaning over the edge. They cuddle after all the cleaning is done until their skin has pruned in the warm water or until that warm water has gone cold.

“You excited to sleep at Grandma’s, baby?” Scully asks.

Emily nods but Scully isn’t convinced. Usually her baby was as happy as a clam in the bath, even happier if Scully was joining her, but tonight she had been quiet and subdued, not playing much with the bath toys and barely laughed when Scully booped her on the nose with shampoo. They were all signs that something wasn’t right.

“Can Quacky come?” Emily asks.

“Of course. You can take whoever you like.”

“Can I take you?”

So this is what’s up with her.

“Oh Emi,” Scully coos bringing her daughter closer to her. “You like Grandma, you’ll be fine without me.”

Still, Emily isn’t convinced.

“Want me to tell you a secret?” Scully says and that gets Emily’s attention.

“Grandma’s taking you to a Jungle Gym tomorrow.”

Emily’s eyes light up. “Really?”

“Yep. But you gotta act surprise when Grandma tells you that. She can’t know that I told you, okay?”

Emily nods, “I promise, I promise.”

It’s done the trick and Emily seems a lot happier.

Maggie knocks on the door at 7:30. Scully finishes getting the last of the diaper contents together before picking up Emily who’s just spent the last 40 minutes watching Sesame Street and receiving “the best head scratches” from Mulder- Review left by Emily Scully-Mulder.

“Ready to go, baby?” Scully asks, bending to pick her up.

“Bye-bye, Emi,” says Mulder, pressing a kiss to Emily’s head. “See you Sunday.”

Emily sleepily waves back to him as Quacky’s foot finds its way into her mouth.

“She’s had milk,” Scully says upon opening the door and after the greetings. She passes the diaper bag over this. “There’s another bottle in there if she fusses. “She’s been bathed so all you need to do really is put her to bed. She hasn’t napped today so she should be tired.” Maggie nods, holding her arms out and Scully is suddenly hesitant to hand Emily over.

“Um…she has cow’s milk in the morning, it’s called her big girl milk, if you call it anything else she won’t want to drink it.”

Another nod from Maggie.

“If there are any problems, call me, I’ll be over straight away.”

Another nod. “Dana?”

“Yes?”

“Can I take Emily now?”

Right, she was still holding her.

“Bye-bye, Baby. Have fun with Grandma.” Emily’s grip tightens on Scully and Scully whispers into her ear. “Remember the Jungle Gym.” Emily’s grip loosens and Scully is able to hand her over.

She watches them go, waving to Emily before her mom and daughter go out of sight.

She closes the front door praying Emily will be alright tonight.

When she re-enters the living room the channel has been switched to some movie on mute and Mulder is scribbling into a notepad.

She eyes him coolly and walks towards the couch, sitting down upon it cross-legged. She leans into him.

“What you doing?” she asks.

“Brainstorming campaign ideas,” he answers, still engrossed in the notebook and whatever he’s scribbling down. “Thinking of getting the boys down and doing another session.” He looks towards her before turning back to the book. “You’re free to join if you want.”

She nuzzles into his bare arm, smiling. “And what do we do with Emily?”

He shrugs. “She can play, too.”

Scully hums her eyes shutting as she continues to nuzzle finding herself quite content.

“It’s quiet without her, isn’t it?” Mulder almost whispers. His pencil has stopped moving and the room has gone quiet besides the occasional noise of the pipes.

It was quiet in a presence-lacking kind of way. Emily would be in bed by now but her presence would still linger in the room, would still wander the house reminding them that she was still here. Now she was gone for the night, that presence had gone with her.

“I just hope she’s good for my mom,” Scully says remembering how she had clutched onto her.

“She will be.” He closes the book, pushing it to one side and sits back against the couch, bringing his arm around her. Scully adjusts, uncrossing her legs and curling them beneath her to lean against him more comfortably. “She’s a good kid, Scully.”

Yes, she was. A few hiccups on some days but for the most part, Emily was a good, well-behaved kid.

She smiles. “Wonder where she gets that from?”

“I always assume from you.”

Scully snorts. “I doubt it. I was a terror with a speciality in running off.”

Mulder laughs. “Well, when Emily starts I’ll know who to blame.”

Scully giggles before taking a deep breath and sighing.

“So what do we do now?”

All day she had been trying to work out how to ask him. Tell him that she’s okay now, she’s ready, and that it won’t be like the first time they tried.

“Mulder, if you want…” she starts, trying to find the words. “We can try. I…I think I’m ready now.”

She doesn’t look at him so she doesn’t see the realisation of what she’s saying- trying to say- dawn on him. She hears it, though.

Oh.

“Well if you want to, Scully. I don’t want to feel like you’ve been pressured or-“

She looks up at him then to find him staring at her as she interrupts.

“No, it’s fine.” She hops up from the couch, quickly, intending on getting this awkward asking moment over with.

“Well, if you’re sure…” Mulder says, beginning to rise from the couch himself.

Yes, she’s sure because if he keeps asking she might not be.

There’s an awkwardness as they enter the bedroom. One would think they hadn’t done with this.

“So how do you-“ She’s on him, fast, allowing no time for gentle kisses, her lips are on his, her tongue in his mouth and her hands are already working on the button of his jeans.

A mantra in her head: I want this, I want this, I want this.

And Mulder is trying to keep up. He’s that awkward fifteen year old again when Scully threw herself at him in a similar manner, unsure of what to do with his hands, where to put them.

That encounter was quick, what was supposed to be a throwaway moment of drunken recklessness between two teenagers who had a house to themselves.

He doesn’t want this moment to be like that moment, and Scully knows that but any slowness, any moment that isn’t rushed and over with before her brain can start thinking has her doubting herself. I want this turns into I don’t know if I want this even if she knows deep down she does want this.

But Mulder doesn’t know that. Mulder doesn’t know about the inner struggle she’s currently having with herself and pulls away, halting her.

“Scully, stop.”

She stops and those first blossoming thoughts of doubt come blooming in.

“We don’t have to do this now,” he says and his hands are still around her shoulders holding her away from him. “We’re gonna have loads of times in the future.”

She swallows. “You don’t want this…” she says quietly looking towards the floor. She should leave, go to her mother’s and camp out there with Emily until Sunday as well.

“No, no.” He uses the hold he has on her shoulders to bring her into his embrace. “No, I want this more than anything. The question is, do you want it?”

She’s fighting his embrace.

“Yes, of course, why do you think-“

But he stills her by holding her tighter.

“Do you really want it?”

She stops trying to fight and thinks. She does. She does want it. She nods.

He brings her away from him and smiles and she smiles back.

The air around them stops feeling awkward and his eyes fall to her lip and slowly he presses them against hers. It’s slow and gentle, everything she didn’t want it to be seconds ago until his tongue is running along her lower lip and she parts them, allowing him in.

He sets the pace, still going slow just as their tongues greet each other. A surge of heat pools below and the pace hurries, whether from her or from Mulder, Scully has no idea but he bends lower, hands wrapping around her thighs as he hoists her up, her legs wrapping around his waist.

The kiss breaks only when he places her down on the bed. She watches as he pulls off his t-shirt, throwing it off to the side, before working on his jeans, finishing the job Scully started.

She follows his lead, taking off her sweater and leaving her in an unsexy-yet-very-comfortable cotton bra. She gives him a shy smile.

Clad in only his boxers now, he kneels before her, his hand soothing up and down her leg, the action comforting.

“You can keep it on if you’re worried you’ll leak.”

That had been what happened the first time. Too much stimulation on her breast and her milk had gone everywhere, not helping the already increasingly uncomfortable experience.

But Scully shakes her head, beginning to remove the item.

“It shouldn’t be so bad this time,” she says.

Mulder smiles, rising slightly to kiss her once. “Whatever works for you.” He resumes kissing her, letting him lay her down on the bedcovers.

Their tongues play with each other for a bit, picking up where the pace left off only moments before.

He breaks the kiss, proceeding downwards, sucking at the sweet spots he had found during their second time at this.

Mulder moves away from her neck, continuing his path. He stops when he gets to her breasts and nuzzles one of them.

“I love your tits.” He said that last time, too, but this time Scully feels like he actually means it.

“Perks of having babies, I guess.” She lets out a breathy sigh, closing her eyes as his tongue circles her nipple, her hand falling to his head and combing through his hair, so grateful to be able to finally feel something there again.

But then he latches on and begins to suck and oh no.

Her eyes dart open. “Mulder, you’ll-“ But it’s too late, a tingling sensation she’d been feeling lately whenever she nursed Emily is back and she knows what that means.

Mulder does, too, as his eyes widen and he begins to suck more eagerly.

She falls back, another sigh saying, “That’s Emily’s.”

Mulder unlatches, chin resting against her ribcage as he looks up at her.

“Emily’s not here.” And presses a kiss against the nipple.

Scully hums in agreement.

“I understand now why she gets so upset when you tell her she can’t have any.” He hovers above her. “I’d be freaking out, too.”

Scully just stares at him, deciding that he’s been talking too much.

“Mulder, shut up and fuck me.”

A shit-eating grin passes across his face. He gets down close to her ear and whispers.

“Okay, Mommy.”

She knees him in the ribs for that.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, Scully, I’m curious to see these artistic skills you claim to have.”

Mulder stands in the middle of his childhood bedroom holding two tubs of white paint.

“I don’t claim to have any artistic skills.”

Scully takes one tub of paint away from him.

“You want to decorate the walls with sunflowers.”

She opens the tub up, grabbing a paint brush.

“They’re just sunflowers, Mulder,” she says beginning to dip the paint brush into the paint. “It doesn’t take an artistic genius paint them.” She starts on painting the wall.

They agreed that Emily would move into Mulder’s bedroom, it was bigger than Samantha’s and they felt that maybe Emily would be more at ease in there knowing that it had been her Daddy’s before hers.

“Are we even going to get this room painted in this weekend?” Mulder asks from across the room.

They split the walls- Scully would do the back wall and the window wall, Mulder would do the opposite wall and the wall nearest the door.

“No,” Scully answers. “I’m hoping we can get the walls finished before Em comes back but the sunflowers will have to be done another time.”

“Are you going to have the time to do them?” They had gotten Emily psyched up for the sunflowers and they both didn’t want to burst her bubble by not going ahead with them after all.

“Yeah, Emily can sit in the room while I do them or my mom can come over and watch her. It’s not like this where she’ll probably knock over the paint and get herself covered in it.”

That was the main reason why Emily had slept over at her mother’s in the first place. She couldn’t be trusted to just sit in a corner and play, she would get curious and when Emily gets curious it often leads to trouble.

Mulder chuckles, remembering something.

“Like when she was 18 months old and we let her play her in the garden and she decided she was going to take a mud bath instead?”

Scully groans at the memory which just makes Mulder laugh even harder. It had rained all day every day for a solid week and on the last day of that week the sun decided it was going to shine so they let Emily play outside (something she had wanted to do all week) What they didn’t realise was at the bottom of the garden a giant mud puddle at formed and, naturally, Emily had found it.

Mulder swore he only went inside to get some orange juice for two seconds and when he returned, Emily was covered head to toe in mud.

Scully wanted to die when she saw her whilst Mulder and Emily just laughed and Emily kept repeating pig and pointing to herself. Apparently she found out pigs take mud baths when they were too warm.

Mulder had only continued to laugh which had encouraged Emily more. She told Mulder to stay outside until he had calmed himself down and took Emily to the bathroom not knowing where to even start to clean her.

“You’re laughing but you weren’t the one who had to shower her,” Scully says, even after four months she doesn’t see the humour in it.

“I would’ve helped but you locked me outside.”

“Cause you were laughing and Emily thought that made it okay.”

Mulder shakes his head, not agreeing with her. “It was funny, though,” he mutters to himself.

As they paint they tell each other stories of Emily’s two years on with earth, reminding each other of little moments, telling each other of moments they might have missed. It’s a nice walk down memory lane, to see how far they’ve come as parents as they paint their daughter’s room and talk about their daughter.

They finally finish in the early hours of Sunday, three coats, and two empty tubs of white paint. The toddler bed was arriving later today and that meant dismantling the crib but that was a job for later, the only thing Scully wanted to do was sleep.

Emily returns around lunchtime, bursting through the front door shouting.

“Mommy! Daddy! Grandma taked me to Monkey Business!”

Scully laughs ignoring the questioning look her mother gives her and pulls Emily put onto her lap.

“Really?” she says with feign surprise. “Was it fun?”

Emily nods her head furiously. “And I cutted my finger, look.” She forces her finger in front of Scully’s face, almost taking an eye out. Scully laughs nervously, taking Emily’s little hand in her own and inspecting the band-aided finger.

“How did that happen?” Scully asks Maggie more than Emily.

“It’s just a paper cut but she insisted on me giving her a band-aid,” her mom tells her.

“I was brave. I didn’t cry.” Emily looks at her finger, running her other finger over it. “Is my sunflowers ready now?”

Scully strokes her hair. “Not yet, baby. We only had time to do the background but tomorrow, when Daddy’s at work, we can start on them and you can watch, yeah?”

Emily nods her head, pleased with that idea.

“Hey Em,” says Mulder catching Emily’s attention. “Just no paint baths, okay?”

Emily giggles, remembering the mud baths. “I promise,” in a voice that sounds like she doesn’t promise at all.

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Thank you to everyone who’s read this and anyone who read it on ao3, too. You are amazing and I hope you’re satisfied with this ending :)

#txf #high school au #a baby is forever part 6 #COMPLETED FIC #teen pregnancy fic #i write

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 3 years

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Ten Sides

Trying to get myself back into writing long fics again by retconning/rebooting an old fic premise. This is a redo of Tamper.

Summary: After her breakdown, Azula is sent to an institution that alters her moods using spirit energy. Aang is an instrumental pawn in this endeavor.

They like to tamper with her spirit. She supposes that it doesn’t matter because it is broken anyways. They constantly shift it and mold it and faintly Azula knows that it is wrong. But they have tampered with her spirit too much already for her to be alarmed by it beyond the simple acknowledgment that it is unnatural and invasive, no matter how good the intent. And lately she doesn’t have a reason to believe that their intentions are good. She isn’t sure when they began to shift from therapy to control but she hasn’t the means to fend their antics off.

She has become a lab elephant-rat of sorts. Before her, spirit vines have never been used to treat a patient like herself. Combined with the Avatar's reluctant aid, she hasn’t even a chance to resist. So her moods shift constantly and not of her own accord. Not even of their own accord. They shift and bend to the will of Aang. To the will of the Sun Pool facility personal.

Azula is a different person day to day. They will elevate her mood and she will become chipper and bubbly, more like TyLee than herself. Sometimes they will touch her spirit in the wrong way and she will be numb and impassive, almost depressive. More closely resembling Mai in this instance. At some point she had taken to naming each personality that seemed to emerge from them playing with her emotions. Including the real Azula there are ten; Cheerful and bubbly Azula is Sachi. Somber Azula is Yuka. When they have her in a state of unexplainable rage, she becomes Shiori. The passionate and lustful, Aiakahana is the most uncomfortable to reflect upon. Being Aiakahana brings her a sense of shame and embarrassment. Humiliation has a name too, it is Rokora, who was easy to make flustered and awkward.

Other times they are able to bring out a more curiosity driven, childlike version of her. This person, she calls, Inori. They could elicit a more fearful and paranoid version of herself—Kowagaru, she names that one.

There are three emotions that they seem to enjoy amplifying the most; there is a generous and giving Azula, who she has named Shona and a loving and rather sweet version of her that she calls Ai-Emi. Least of all, Azula enjoys being Nari.

Nari is timid, shy, and soft-spoken. Often she is prone to being taken advantage of. Nari is everything Azula dreads letting herself be. She has no fight. She has no control nor dominance. They usually evoke Nari when they want to try a new treatment with her or to subdue her. They know she won’t say no, and if she does then they know that she will eventually submit. She is almost certain that they are trying to mold her into Nari for good. She would certainly be easier to manage that way.

These days, even on the days where they aren’t tampering so heavily with her spirit energy, Azula finds herself in a state of confusion. Somewhere down the lines she has lost herself completely, she is growing uncertain of which personality is her real one. She can no longer tell if she is truly feeling things of her own accord or if they are false emotions. And she loathes the uncertainty, the insecurity.

She lies tethered to a bed, it might as well be a cold metal operating table. The warm and plush sheets are falsely comforting. She supposes that it is another ploy to coax Nari to the foreground as much as possible.

“Try to relax.” Instructs the head of operations, a doctor named Sangyul. She doesn’t think that she has a choice. If she can’t calm herself, Aang will instill serenity within her. She decides that she should just try to calm herself on her own. She lets her body go slack. “Good.” The remark is completely patronizing and is almost enough to bring tension back to her. “Avatar Aang.”

With that cue, Aang steps forward. His eyes are wide and innocent. His demeanor is nothing but friendly and hopeful and yet the sight of it instills nausea within her. “Good morning, Azula.” He greets.

She stares at her palms.

He has been doing this long enough to know that he won’t be getting a response. Sangyul fixes a few spirit vines across her forehead and at her temples and beckons Aang forward. The smile that the Avatar offers is supposed to be reassuring. It only makes her feel sicker, some part of her wonders if he does know exactly what he is doing and that he reaps some sick joy from it. She closes her eyes as his fingers press against her forehead. The spirit vines radiate a faint purple as Aang taps into their power.

She can feel him working his way in. She has long since given up on trying to wall him out. His fingers are phantasmal and they pull and tug on invisible threads of energy. In her mind, their color varies; brilliant red-orange, she thinks, is their natural state. An aura of power and control and confidence. When she is angry they flare a brighter red and when she feels passion, the hue is more scarlett.

Aang’s energy, as it invades hers, is a white-blue, tinged with the purple of spirit vines. It creeps in and curls around the vulnerable threads of her aura and emotions. The white-blue tendrils fan out until they touch each and every thread. It is a tedious process, a slow one. Once the first thread is wholly wrapped in pink, he moves on to the next and then the next. Even after all of this time, he still hasn’t mastered the art. Every now and again, he forgets to unravel the thread--or simply can’t seem to do it--and so pink turns bright red and then deep red.

The purple radiating upon and around the spirit vines is beginning to fade. Aang doesn’t have time to go back and correct his mistakes. Half of the threads of her mood are pink and the other half are left scarlet.

Azula hasn’t yet come up with names for the hybrid emotions he has been leaving her with lately. Granted, this time there is more pink than scarlet. She is exhausted. Exhausted to the point where she can barely lift a finger.

“You alright?” Aang asks.

She yearns to tell him that he can save his false care, but only manages a sleepy murumer.

Like clockwork, they peel the vines from her head and lead her back to her room to sleep it off. When she wakes she won’t be her.

.oOo.

Aang is sitting at the foot of her bed. With nothing else to do, he observes her sleeping form. These days, she looks so small and fragile. In that way, she doesn’t even look like her. When her eyes flutter open he wishes that he could be elsewhere, for both her sake and his own.

“Avatar.” She greets, her voice is low and soft with sleepiness. She heaves herself upright and eyes the boy. Her expression is too kind for it to be her, the real her. His stomach lurches, Sangyul will be pleased with his work, but he only feels disgust.

“They said that it might be good for you if I ate dinner with you.”

Azula swallows, “you...you want to have dinner with me?”

Aang’s unease grows when she struggles to meet his stare. He offers her a soft, albeit, uncomfortable smile. He is all too familiar with this mood. “Yeah, I think that it would be good for you to have some company.”

She gives a rather sheepish smile. “I think that, that would be nice.”

Aang rubs the back of his head. “Yeah.” He lays down a small box containing fried rice, noodles topped with an egg, and a small assortment of fruits.

“Did you make all of this?”

He did, he had carefully put it together, a little something to lift her mood but also because the stuff that they try to feed her looks foul. He shakes his head anyways, he knows how she will take it if he says that he had cooked for her and it makes him feel terribly awkward and guilty.

“Oh.” She looks downcast. Disappointed. It is better if she is. Her smile returns, “well, it is good to have a meal with you, Avatar.” Her fingers brush over his; he hadn’t painted her aura with enough deep red for her to dare anything more than that. But he is well aware that she wants to, that she wishes she had the courage for it. He can see it in her eyes, it is the look Katara had given to him some time ago, before he had lost his way.

He wants to tell her that it is nice to have a meal with her too, but it will have the same effect as telling her that he prepared dinner for her. “Please just eat, Azula.”

Her face falls again. She picks up her chopsticks and hovers a few noodles in front of her mouth before putting them down again. “You’re angry with me.”

“No! No! I just…” he just what? “I just...they don’t give you a very long dinner time and I need to make sure that you have time to finish it.” He finishes lamely.

She has a few quiet bites before offering him one. Again he shakes his head, “it’s your dinner. I already ate.”

When she finishes her meal he finds himself wishing that he were right about her having short meal times. There is no food left to keep her occupied for what remains of the hour and it is a good twenty minutes. She twirls her bangs around her pointer. Were she Azula, really Azula, he would use this extra time to ask her how she is feeling. There is no sense in it when he knows how she is feeling. How he has forced her to feel. She loves him. For now, anyhow.

Not for the first time, he questions how this is supposed to help her heal and recover. And not for the first time, he concludes that helping her get better had never been a goal at all. He will tell them that he no longer feels up to treating her.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being here, Avatar. You’re the only person here who isn’t...cold. I think that you actually care for me.” She pauses, moving closer towards him. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me or how to fix it. They’re supposed to help me but they don’t. You do though, you try, I think.” She wraps her arms around him and nuzzles her face into his chest.

His stomach knots. He isn’t a bad guy, he is worse than that. And he has probably just proved that by letting her lean into him and hugging her back. He feels like he is taking advantage of her. He shouldn’t be hugging her back. Even if comforting her is his only goal. She isn’t crying this time but he has been around her long enough to sense the hurt. Even if it is buried under layers of false emotions. Azula is still there. The real Azula. He sees her in those sad eyes. Her grip tightens. Her expression isn’t suited for her, it is too timid and too soft. And yet there is a flicker of fierceness behind those eyes. Something that still fights, perhaps a sparkle of resistance. He decides that he can’t leave. Not yet.

#Azula #Avatar The Last Airbender #Aang #Azulaang #Fanfiction

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nothingbutfangirlsmut · 4 years

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The Maze Trials: A Gally Fanfiction

Pairing: Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, first girl the Glade has seen. Tougher than she looks and more than ready to prove it. Since day one her and Gally have been at each other's throats. Fighting constantly and not just with their words.

(Gally fanfiction which will include smut. It also has an actual story line. Think of it as an AU to the original Maze Runner. It'll mostly follow the main story line with some changes. Mostly focusing on Emi and Gally and their relationship.)

Chapter Four

The next morning I was awakened by a thick accent speaking as I was being shaken.

"Greenie, wake up" Newt said giving me a good shake.

I groaned and rolled over on my back.

"You want breakfast or not love?" Newt asked quietly.

My eyes popped open as my stomach growled at his words. I hadn't realized I was hungry until he mentioned food. Newt laughed as I quickly got myself out of bed. I smoothed my hair out the best I could as I followed him out of the homestead.

Next to the homestead was a decent sized shack with a few tables sitting out in front of it. A line had formed in front of the shack as each boy was given a tray of food.

"Hey Frypan" Newt greeted once it was our turn to get our food.

"This is our new greenie" Newt gestured back to me with his head.

"I'm Frypan, you can call me Fry though. I watched you kick Gally's ass last night. That was awesome." He beamed at me then handed me a tray of food.

"Thanks" I chuckled then followed Newt once again.

I sat next to him at the table. Clint and Jeff were sitting across from us. Just as I was about to take my first bite hands slammed down on the table next to me making me jump and drop my bite of food.

I snapped my head to the side to see Minho sitting down next to me. Once he was seated I pulled my arm back and punched his arm.

"Ow" he chuckled wrinkling his nose and rubbing his arm.

"Don't do that" I chided him then turned back to my food.

I don't know if it was due to me being so hungry or if Fry's cooking was really this good but I couldn't help myself from shoveling the food in my mouth as quickly as possible. The four boys sitting around me chuckled.

"After breakfast you're gonna go with Clint and Jeff. Try out the job of a Med-Jack for the day." Newt said between bites.

I looked up at the two boys across from me. They were smiling ear to ear. Both seemed pretty eager to have me working with them for the day. I already had a feeling I wouldn't be taking the job of a Med-Jack. I had a feeling I'd be more suited as a builder.

I glanced over to the table Gally was sitting at. He was on the side of the table that had him facing me. He glanced up from his food like he could feel my eyes on him. He saw me and gave me a tight lipped nod before going back to his food.

Breakfast was soon over which meant I had to get to work. I followed Clint and Jeff back to the homestead. We went upstairs where there was two different rooms. One for their supplies and the other for checking out patients. They informed me of a small hut on the other side of the homestead that was for people who got injured and had to stay there to rest and be looked after.

Their job was simple enough. They organized and listed all their supplies making sure they knew what they had and where it was. It wasn't until a little later in the afternoon that I got to bandage someone up.

Just as Newt had said it was a slicer. The guy had cut his arm up pretty good. I learned quickly that Jeff didn't do well with these kind of injuries. He was gagging as he tried to clean the wound. The deep cut exposing the slicer's bone.

"Jeff go have a seat I think I can manage this one." I told him softly.

He quickly stepped away and I stepped in. Clint brought over a few things we'd need to bandage the guy up.

"We don't get a lot of wounds this bad. Usually its minor things." Clint said quickly as he grabbed the slicer's arm.

I saw the thread and needle Clint had grabbed and knew this wasn't going to be easy. I looked around the room quickly finding some cut up fabric. I grabbed it rolling it together as I walked over to the slicer.

"You might want to bite down on this." I suggested handing it to the boy.

He did as I said placing the fabric in his mouth to bite on. Clint grabbed the needle and thread then moved to start stitching the boy's arm up.

"Go to that side of him. You'll probably need to hold him still when I start this." Clint said as he glanced between the wound and the boy's pale face.

I nodded jogging to the other side of the boy. I placed my hand on his cheek and gently moved his head to look at me. I wanted to try to distract him.

I knew the moment Clint started working because the boy howled and tried to jerk away. Without thinking I jumped onto the bed throwing my legs on each side of the boy and sat in his lap. I grabbed his free arm and tangled my fingers together with his. I put my head between the boy's head and his arm blocking him from seeing what Clint was doing.

"Squeeze my hand as hard as you need to. Don't worry about hurting me." I whispered to him.

He nodded slightly and whimpered as Clint went back to working. The boy cried and squeezed my hand until my fingers were almost purple. I didn't complain. I knew my pain was far from what he was feeling right now.

Before I knew it Clint raised up and stepped away. He was back quickly to clean the wound once more.

"Alright I'm finished" he finally said stepping back from the bed.

The slicer slowly released his hold on my hand. His head fell back as he breathed deeply. I sat up taking the fabric from the boy's mouth.

"Thank you" he said in almost a whisper.

Tears were still rolling down his cheeks. I patted his chest then climbed off of him and the bed. Clint was eyeing me with a smirk. He moved back to the boy then quickly wrapped his arm in a bandage.

"Come back this evening so I can clean it again and change the bandage." Clint told him sternly.

The boy nodded then slowly sat up. It took him a few minutes but he finally got up and left the room. Jeff came over and quickly got to work cleaning up the area.

"Thanks for that greenie. I get real queasy when I can see down to the bone." Jeff said with a shy smile.

"No problem" I chuckled.

"You did good greenie. I'm sure you made the poor guy's day jumping up on him like that." Clint laughed.

"I don't doubt that." Jeff laughed shaking his head.

"Even if you don't take this job I'll probably ask you to help out with the major cases like that." Clint smiled.

"Don't let the others know. They'll be cutting themselves up all the time." Jeff laughed as he got rid of the used tools.

"I don't think they'd go that far." I chuckled lightly as I took a seat on the bed.

Jeff and Clint both just looked at me.

"What?" I asked them clearly not getting their silent comments.

"Greenie, if the only way for me to get a girl like you to get on top of me like that was to gash myself open then believe me I shucking would." Jeff said seriously before laughing.

I shook my head. These boys are unbelievable. You'd think they'd never seen a girl in their entire lives. Which, if they all were like me, that could be true. If none of them remember anything but their name they wouldn't know if they've ever seen a girl before or been around one. At least they remembered their names. At least they had that much. All I had was the feeling that I'd met some of these boys before. Like Gally and Minho. I felt like I'd fought Gally like I had last night before. When Minho draped his arm around me it felt familiar. With all that I still couldn't remember my own name.

A loud bell tolled pulling me away from my thoughts. I looked to Clint and Jeff who were taking their aprons off.

"Lunch time greenie" Clint smiled then nodded for me to come with them.

Once we had our food we sat down at the same table we were at this morning. Newt was already there with his food. I sat next to Newt again while Clint and Jeff sat across from us again. This time Alby was here sitting on the other side of Newt. I expected Minho to come sit beside me but I never saw him.

"How's it going with the Med-Jacks love?" Newt asked as he ate.

"Oh man, you should have seen it!" Jeff shouted making Clint laugh.

I rolled my eyes at them.

"What happened?" Alby asked curiously.

"She made one of the slicer's day that's what happened." Jeff chuckled shaking his head then going back to his food.

Both Newt and Alby looked at me with confusion clear on their faces.

"I had to stitch up a pretty bad gash. When the guy tried to jerk away from me she jumped up on the bed and pretty mush laid on top of him and held his hand." Clint explained with a huge smile plastered on his face.

"I kept him calm didn't I?" I asked him trying not to laugh at the look on his face.

"That you did greenie" he chuckled.

"What do you think about the job?" Alby asked me.

"It's alright I still like to try the others though." I stated simply.

After lunch I went back to work with Clint and Jeff. The rest of the day was pretty quiet. Jeff had just said the dinner bell should be sounding soon when the slicer from earlier walked into the room.

"Winston let me go early so I could come back up here." He said simply glancing over to me.

Clint had the slicer sit back on the bed from earlier. He had explained how to clean wounds and bandage them to me so he let me try it this time. I slowly took the bandage off the slicer's arm noting the blood that had seeped threw the bandage. I cleaned it with water first to get rid of the now dried blood. Then I used the alcohol. The boy hissed but stayed still. After I was finished cleaning it I wrapped it up in a new bandage. As soon as I finished I heard the loud bell toll. That meant work was over and it was now time for dinner.

The four of us walked to get our food together. The slicer thanked me again then went off to sit with Winston and the other slicers. For my first day at work I think I did decent.

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Mother-in-law (Part 4)

Hey everyone! Here's (probably) the last part of this multi-chapter. I think about adding a fifth part, playing a little in the future, but I don't know yet. Tell me what you think.

Also thank you again to @angry-slytherin for beta reading.

For now, hope you like it! Enjoy!

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"So answer my question, Princess. Why are you still hanging out with my family?" The atmosphere is way lighter now. They are laughing together, while Alex is still holding Jo's hands under his.

"Well four weeks after you left I found out that I was pregnant. I called you but you didn't pick up like all the other times before and the next number under your's was your moms. I saw her name in my contact list and just called her. I hadn't heard from you in four weeks and I wanted to know what was going on. But she told me that you had never been there. We talked, I cried, she comforted me and eventually I told her that I was pregnant. She was so happy and she wanted them in her life. And I wanted her in their lives; I wanted them to have a grandma and an aunt and uncles and cousins by blood. Even though I knew that they would have aunts and uncles at the hospital, I wanted them to have a real family. So I stayed in contact with your mom. I call her at least once a month and Amber too. Amber and I actually became really good friends, she was there when the twins were born-"

"When's their birthday?" Alex interrupts her with that question.

She grins at him. "Believe it or not but it's the 3rd of July." Jo's nodding softly while looking into his eyes, which look at her in disbelief but immediately soften.

"Wow. That's-"

"The day we met for the first time." She says softly and smiles.

"Wow, the universe is freaking cruel." He's looking at her with warm eyes.

"Trust me I cursed the world all the way to the OR. I actually asked Carina DeLuca if they could wait until midnight, but nope. Our babies got born on our anniversary." She replies with a laugh.

"I can imagine that. You know what I can't imagine. My sister in scrubs, trying to calm you down in the OR."

He's laughing too.

"She was anything but calm. I had to calm her down, while Carina tried to calm both of us down. Their birth was a mess." Jo's closing her eyes for a second, replaying the day of her babies birth.

"Tell me more about them." Alex is desperate to know more about his kids. He always wondered what his and Jo's kids would have been like and now that those kids really exist he wants to know everything.

"Alright, so- they are obviously twins. Emery is two and a half minutes older than Parker, her second name is actually Helen, after your mom, because she really was my rock during my pregnancy and because I knew that you wanted your daughter to have her grandma's name. Parkers second name is Joseph, after me, kind of. They were almost a month too early so they stayed in the NICU for a month and a half. They were really easy babies, thank God." Jo grinnes remembering her once tiny babies. "Their first word was actually 'Dada', which I was pretty pissed about. They love Pizza and their favorite sweets are donuts, but only the powdered sugar one. Parkers favorite color is green, Emery's is purple. Ahm- Parker wants to be either a bone surgeon or a ghost hunter, he's not quite sure yet. Emery wants to be a babies surgeon but only if she's allowed to wear her Tinkerbell wings over her lab coat. They are both really ambitious but they got the double dose of stubbornness." Alex has to laugh at that comment.

"They invented a new holiday 'Hallochristmas', which means they run around in costumes from Halloween until Christmas. If I hadn't talked them out of it they would still wear them. Their favorite bed time stories are when I tell them about cool surgeries or when I tell them about you." She whispers those last words, but Alex hears her clearly. He can't say anything because he's blown away and love struck. They are so perfect.

"Now tell me about your twins." Jo's trying to change the subject, while she's playing with his hand, which is now between her hands.

"Ok. They are eight now. They also both want to become doctors. They love our waffle sundays. They love animals, which we had way to many on that stupid farm. They are really good at school, they have amazing grades. Eli plays football and the trumpet. Alexis dances and plays the violin. And I have full custody for them but they visit Izzie once a month."

"What?" Jo didn't expect this kind of news.

"Yeah, ahm after Izzie tried to change every little thing about me I called it quit. We were always arguing so I moved out. I was still there every day, I just slept somewhere else. After a month or so Izzie got a new boyfriend. They went really fast and got married after only three months of knowing each other. I told her that I thought that they were moving way to fast but she wouldn't listen. One day I got a letter that her husband wants to adopt the twins and I had to give up my half of custody. I fought them in court and got full custody for the twins."

"Wow, what a bitch." This makes Alex laugh and Jo immediately gets infected by his laugh. But their laughter gets interrupt by someone opening the front door. A little head with curly, light brown hair pops out.

"Mommy, grandma told me to come get you because the food is ready."

Alex takes the blanket of them and offers Jo his hand to helps her up. Silently they walk towards the door where Emery is still waiting. Her daughter is about to run back to the kitchen when Jo calls after her.

"Emy wait a minute. I want you to meet someone."

While Jo gets rid of her coat and boots, Alex closes the door and also puts his jacket and shoes aside. Emery is watching the two adults, while she waits.

"Come here, Princess." She scoops her daughter up in her arms and walks closer to Alex.

"Emy, this is your daddy Alex." Jo introduces her daughter to Alex.

"Really?" The eyes of the three year old grow big, while she looks from her mother to Alex and back.

"Yes." Jo's nodding with a big smile.

"Can I hug you?" The little girl askes shyly. Alex answers with a big smile.

"Of course." He's taking her from Jo's arms into his and holds her close to his body. Emery puts her little arms around Alex's neck and kisses him on the cheek.

"I love you, daddy." She lays her head down on his shoulder and squeezes him a little tighter. The smile on Alex's face says it all. He couldn't be more happy right now. Jo watches them with the biggest smile on her face, also getting a little teary.

With his daughter still in his arms the three walk into the kitchen where everyone is already sitting at the big table. Alex and Jo take their seats and Emery lets go of her daddy's neck and takes the seat right next to him.

After they ate and talked, they make their way to the living room to finally open the presents. All of the kids are sitting on floor, while the adults are on the couches.

Jo is sitting next to Alex with a sleeping baby Evie on her chest. His right arm resting behind her on the couch. They are watching their kids playing together and laughing. Alex turns his view to the beautiful woman beside him and leans closer to her ear.

"Thank you for the best Christmas present I could have ever wished for."

Jo's looking confused at him, not quite understanding.

"Thank you for being here and thank you for those two amazing kids." She's answering with a smile and puts her head on his shoulder, while she keeps watching their playing kids.

"I think about moving back to Seattle. A few weeks ago Bailey called and made me a really good job offer and I consider taking it. Well- to be honest I know I will take it. Because the second I saw you made me realize what I want-" He puts a loose curl behind Jo's ear but before he can continue, she interrupts him.

"Alex, no. I can't do this, not with them." She grabs his hand out of her face and looks at him.

"I'm not only responsible for my own heart now but for their little hearts too and I can't let you break their hearts. I can't let you back into our life just like that. There are still things we have to talk about, so let's- let's start with being friends again, ok?"

"I promise you, I will do anything to not break your or their hearts. I've learned out of my mistakes. I won't repeat them. But I want to be in their lives. I want to be their dad and I want you. And I will do anything to get your trust back." He's talking calmly and he means every word.

"Let's start with hanging out and drinking beer again. And then we see what the future holds." She's smiling at him, while he's smiling back.

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