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lynderman · 2 years

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𝙂𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙨𝙚 𝙊𝙛 𝙐𝙨 (Robin Arellano) Pt.2

Pairing: Robin Arellano x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,412

Date Published: 8/6/22

Tags: Angst, AU, Alternate Universe, Heartbreak, breakups, (past) fluff, eventual Vance Hopper X Reader, time-skips, flashbacks, confessions, fighting.

Description: (This AU Has no grabber what so ever. It's just with the characters. I'm also making them all 16-17 just because it seems better to me lol.)

You and Robin had been dating for quite a while. It all went downhill When he began to get into fights again. A bit later, you get with someone else. How will Robin handle seeing you with someone who isn't him?

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@jackie-xoxo

@jadearellano

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'𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴

Your Chemistry teacher Mr. Clark, hadn't arrived yet. That was pretty typical of him considering he lived on the opposite side of town. Your class normally got a good 10 minuets of freedom before he showed up. Today, it felt like he would never get there. Or maybe it was the fact that you could still see Robin beating the shit out of Moose. It didn't help your table was right in front of the door either, so you had a perfectly good view of everything going down. After Moose stopped moving, Robin seemed to be satisfied enough to get off of him. You saw his mouth move, but everyone was talking too loudly for you to understand him. All you heard was something along the lines of: "You say some shit like that again, and you won't be getting back up."

You'd definitely heard better ending lines from him.

As the small crowd around him dispersed, you could see the ungodly amount of blood dripping from his fists. It took everything in you to not walk- no. Sprint. Sprint to him to make sure he didn't hurt himself too badly. But you couldn't do that. Could you…? Well, you most definitely could have. That's if Paige hadn't beaten you to it.

Paige Smith.

She made your blood boil. The sight of her. The smell of her expensive perfume. Even her name made you want to throw her to the ground and beat her unconscious. You hated everything about her. Her long auburn hair. Her perfect white teeth. Her clear porcelain skin. Everything. But the thing you hated most? Was the fact she used to date Robin. For a while to say the least.

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(Flashback)

𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴

You and your mom had moved to Denver shortly after your 12th birthday. The two of you had traveled from Texas after your father passed away. As stereotypical as it may sound, your mom had wanted to give you a 'Fresh Start'. What she was really saying what that without your father, she didn't have the money to keep you in your current school. It was one for 'troubled teens'. She didn't have the discipline your father did either. So she hoped that moving might change that.

It did for a while.

When you did move, it wasn't close to being disciplined at all. Your mom picked up a new job that took all of her time. So it was just you again. You didn't exactly love the idea of switching to a new school either. Sure, you had no friends to begin with. but it would be even harder to restart again. At least none of the kids knew anything about you here. Hopefully.

Your first day of 7th grade was interesting to say the least. The first thing you saw after walking to the main building was a kid beating up some other kid. I mean, beating up. You soon discovered that it was Robin who was beating up Moose. It seemed to be a pattern. You watched from behind a girl who was cheering for Robin the entire time. After the fight was done with and everyone was leaving, some boy accidentally bumped into you when he was catching a baseball. That caused you to be pushed forward onto the girl in front of you. The girl fell onto the grass. She whined loudly as she got up and turned to face you. Her white dress now had a dark grass stain in the center.

If looks could kill, you would have been 6 feet under. You just looked at her and began to walk away. That was before she grabbed your wrist a bit too hard. "Well? Aren't you going to say something?" You shoved her off of you and shrugged. "Like what?" She scoffed. "Sorry maybe?" You sighed and forced a smile. "I'm sorry." Paige opened her mouth to say something but you cut her off. "Sorry you look like Lucielle Ball on crack." The look on her face was priceless. She took a step forward, trying to shove you but all you had to do was step out of the way.

So you did.

She fell. Again. This time, in some rain puddle from the storm last night. She screamed for Robin and he came over. He looked around as a smaller crowd formed around you. "Who did it?" He asked. Everyone pointed to you. His eyes turned to meet yours. He was probably expecting some equally snobby girl who looked like Paige. Not a 12 year old girl who was was the same height as him with equally distressed clothing. He took a few steps towards you and stopped. "Are you gonna apologize?"

"Why would I?"

"Because that was rude." You scoffed. "And you beating that other dude senseless wasn't?" You ask. He doesn't say anything. "That's different." You raise an eyebrow. "How?" Silence again. "He was talking shit." You shrug. "It's not my fault some kid ran into me." He opened his mouth again, but you cut him off. (Again.) "Look, I'm sorry that your girlfriend here is an entitled brat who can't stand up for herself so she needs her miniature sized boyfriend to take care of her problems for her."

You should be 12 feet under with the glare he was giving you.

Robin rose his fist but hesitated to punch you. "What? Are you gonna stop cause I'm a girl?" He hit you after you finished your sentence. Not in the face though. Just in the shoulder. It did hurt, but you weren't gonna let that get to you. Robin swung again, but you dodged him. Instead, you turned around and kicked the back of his left knee, making him fall. He turned over on the ground attempting to get up. But before he got the chance, you kicked him in the groin which made him stop right then and there. You stomped on his stomach for good measure. But not too hard. Just enough for him to stay down.

There was no cheering. No clapping. Nothing. Just silence as everyone watched one of the toughest kids in school lie defenseless on the grass. You looked between the two of them. "Now I expect an apology from both of you for waisting my time." Neither of them said anything. Before either of them could do anything, you walked away and made your way to the nurses office.

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𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘈 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴

"Awww Robbie!" Ever since you met Paige, she had always called him that. Even when it was You dating Robin and not her. You could tell he hated it. The way it made his body tense and him shrink in his stance. She didn't seem to though. You watched as Paige made her way to Robin. He tried to dismiss shoo her away. That was until he saw you looking over at him. Right after he did, he was all over her. Putting his hands in hers, using her for support to walk. Anything he could think of. You could've sworn you saw him smirk.

You'd be lying if you said that didn't Hurt. It didn't hurt that he was doing anything. It hurt because you didn't know if he was doing It to make you jealous. Or if he had already moved on. You prayed it was the first one. Just as Mr.Clark walked into the lab, you saw Robin whisper something to Paige. The two of them soon walked off towards the basement bathrooms.

Halfway through Chemistry you needed to go to the bathroom. Mr. Clark dismissed you and you left. As you walked through the halls, you debated your options. Did you want to go to the first floor bathrooms where the line was all the way out the door? Or risk it and head to the basement bathrooms. You didn't want to be late to 2nd period so you took your chances with the basement. As you rounded the corner, you could hear Paige's giggling and the sound of laughter.

𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥?

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#the black phone #tbp #xreader #reader insert #angst #robin arellano #finney blake #female reader #slow burn #Robin Arellano x reader #the black phone x reader #x reader series #series #robinsrelic

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washipink · 1 year

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The Rain Review Year 3 (2013)

I told you guys, this comic is really easy reading and I’m honestly kind of addicted. It took me back in time and I have a whole lot of perspective on it now that I didn’t as a kid. This one is getting majorly cut short due to technical difficulties. We’ll be skipping the summary for this year and heading straight into my thoughts because the summary was EATEN by the Tumblr post editor!!!

This year is Chapter 13: Togetherness through Chapter 18: Sunny.

Thoughts

This year had a few less moving parts than last year, honestly. That doesn’t mean it was bad though.

The final page of the year with Rain retelling her first therapy session was poignant to me. While I haven’t personally experienced the catharsis of finally getting a therapist who could get me where I wanted to be, it was nice to see someone else have that happen to them.

Year 3 properly introduces Ana, Jessica, and Vincent to the fray.

Vincent hasn’t done quite enough for me to form an opinion on him as a character yet, but he represents something important: a mental health professional that is on our side.

Jessica is a trans woman who’s older than Rain. She’s not “old”, she’s only 3 years older than me. But she’s at the very least graduated high school. She’s proof that there’s a future out there for Rain.

Ana... is kind of flat at the present moment. Her main role has been being the catalyst to Rain realizing she’s gay. That’s an important role but not one that brings me to care about her personally. We’re almost to the end of what I remember reading in middle school, so who knows, she might have become a WAY more important character after I fell off.

Rudy and Rain’s romantic arc also concludes this year in a way that I found really satisfying.

They’re both kind of hurt by it in the way a lot of teens end up after their first relationship, but it becomes pretty clear that Rain was only ever interested in the idea of dating boys because she thought “That’s what normal girls do and I want to be a normal girl.”

I appreciate that even if Rain has her gender on lock, she still needs to do quite a bit of introspection to reach any conclusions about her sexuality. Just because you’ve figured out one part of your life doesn’t mean you know what’s going on with the rest of it.

This year is also when the main story arc I remember with Emily is introduced: She’s pregnant with her shitty ex’s baby and she has no clue what to do about it other than that she WANTS to keep it. Even if she’s not homophobic, she’s still catholic. So, I wouldn’t be surprised if she just didn’t agree with abortion if you could safely have the kid. She’s also 17, I don’t blame her for not having all that shit perfectly thought out.

Over all, Rain is a consistently good comic so far and I hope that continues into year 4. See you then!

#Amy's Rain Review #Rain Webcomic #Rain LGBT #Jocelyn Samara D #LGBT #Queer art

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chadlesbianjasontodd · 3 years

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theres 2 good versions of mandalorian culture: " 'gender'? what do you mean gender, we don't have that here" and "we each have our own incredibly complex bespoke genders. you wouldn't get it"

#up late yet again thinking abt the possibilities of a society where reproduction is through adoption and everyone wears full body armor....#mandalorians #sw #it could be perfectly normal to have 17 kids with someone who has no idea what's under your codpiece. incredible #the dwarf problem..... a: 'how do i tell which ones are male and which ones are female?'#b: (smacks a upside the head) you fool. you idiot. they paint their armor!#a: but their armor's all painted DIFFERENT-#b: yes! that's what i SAID!!!

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luxwritesfanfic · 3 years

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Don’t Take The Money

Poor reader thought it would end up being a normal Sunday but that must’ve been the mix of bleach and Pinesol fumes getting to their head. Or, the one where reader finds out they have more in common with the other woman in Sherlock’s life than they thought and Sherlock has an aneurysm at the revelation. Thanks for reading!

Sherlock Holmes/Reader

You were just waking up when Sherlock was moving around the bedroom trying to pack his overnight bag. You groaned at the noise of drawers being opened and hangers jostled and rolled over onto your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Sherlock? You’re leaving?”

He stopped in his tracks back towards the closet and moved to sit on the edge of the bed next to you. He looked down at you with fondness that so many people thought he was incapable of feeling and as always, it made your heart swell. Brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, you relished in his undivided attention.

“A case was brought to my attention. I won’t be gone for long, it’s a few towns over.” He insists, trying to ease your worries before they arise.

Although you’d miss him, it never did anyone any good when Sherlock was bored. He needed something to keep him occupied and you needed time to clean up the drywall shrapnel that constantly covered the couch due to the boredness. It would give you the opportunity to deep clean the flat and the idea wasn’t so bad.

“Is John going too?” Sherlock nodded. You don’t know why you asked, they always worked together.

You turned your head to kiss his palm and sat up to get out of bed. “Okay. I’ll make you breakfast before you guys leave. Nobody likes train food anyway.”

Sherlock moved to help you stand, one of the smiles he reserved just for you gracing his lips. “You take excellent care of me. But you should know, you don’t have to be useful for this to mean something to me.”

He caught you off guard, but he usually did when he read you like a book. Your whole life you’d made yourself useful and you weren’t sure if people liked you for you or for the fact that there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for them. You would do anything and everything for Sherlock and it didn’t have anything to do with being useful, honestly. You loved him dearly and you couldn’t imagine treating him like you felt anything less than that. You couldn’t help but kiss him.

“Omelettes or pancakes?”

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Your shirt was soaked from washing the dishes and you smelled like a mixture of bleach and formaldehyde from scrubbing the fridge clean and removing the severed head that took up the space where your coffee creamer should be. You had done more loads of laundry than you could count, bleached the bloodstained tub from Sherlock’s latest pig quest, the entire flat smelled like Bahama breeze and you couldn’t be more content. The boys weren’t due back for a day or two so you figured you’d spend some time with Mrs. Hudson when you were done and see if you could meet up with Bucky and Greg for lunch. When you passed the kitchen on your way to your bedroom to change, you decided that this may be the only chance you ever get to clear off the dining room table. Sherlock’s science equipment had overrun it and you figured it wouldn’t hurt if you straightened it up just a bit.

You were in the midst of cleaning out Sherlock’s beakers when you heard the knock on the door. Figuring that John would have posted on his blog that they weren’t currently taking clients because they were on a case, you expected to see Mrs. Hudson and the mop she was letting you borrow. You cracked the door just enough to see who was on the other side and was surprised to see an older woman holding a plate of baked goods who wasn’t Mrs. Hudson.

“Hi... how can I help you?”

The woman in question’s eyes lit up at the sight of you and you weren’t sure why. She smiled and gestured to the platter in her hands. “Is Sherlock Holmes here?”

She must be a client, you thought. Shaking your head, you responded, “No, sorry! The boys off on a case. I’m a friend of theirs. Is there something I can help you with?”

She was looking past you into the flat and you weren’t sure what she was looking for. “Do you mind if I come in? I could really use a cup of tea. And I wanted to drop these cookies I made for Sherlock off.”

You looked at what she was holding and decided it wouldn’t really hurt to let her in, and the cookies looked amazing. Sherlock must have helped her in some way.

“Sure, come on in. Sorry about my clothes... I’ve been doing some spring cleaning.” You stepped aside and let her in. “So, are you a client of his?”

She went to place the platter on the table and you were excited that it was already worth cleaning off the table. “Not quite. I’ve known him his whole life and have loved him even longer.” She turned and smiled at you, seeing through you in a way that seemed eerily close to Sherlock.

You hummed, taking in her answer. Sherlock didn’t talk much about his friends, so you weren’t surprised that you never heard of her.

“Just a minute, I’m gonna change.”

You excused yourself to the bedroom where your phone was charging on the bed. After sending Sherlock a quick text that someone who wasn’t a client was here for him, you dug around in the closet for something clean and more appropriate.

The lady didn’t really seem like a threat and you were sure if it came down to it, you’d be able to protect yourself. You could chuck the skull on the mantle if need be, it was a hard hitter.

When you returned, she was wandering around the flat and looking at all of the pictures of you, Sherlock, and John that you’d recently framed and put out.

“You and Sherlock, you’re close, yes? Tell me about him. It’s been so long.” She was holding a picture that you took of you two in the back of a taxi. Sherlock was on his phone but you thought his hair looked extra good and the golden hour light made him look like an angel so you had to take the picture.

“Yeah, I mean. He’s a seriously great person. A brilliant detective, he’s so smart. He helps all these people for free, and he never complains if they don’t offer him anything. He hates when I tell him he’s a godsend but who else would do that? Um... he’s really funny, probably one of the funniest people I know. You just have to keep up with his humor. It can be kind of dry, but it’s there. He’s one of the most loyal people there is and he’d do anything for the people he cares about.”

It was so easy for you to speak so highly of him. It was like second nature.

“He can be stubborn sometimes, and he can be a little more blunt than he needs to be but... he’s amazing. There’s no other way to explain him, really. He’s got a light that comes from him that rivals the sun and I don’t think it could ever be dimmed.”

She turned back to you and slowly broke out into one of the biggest grins you’d ever seen someone wear. “You really love my son.”

“Your son?” You blinked, unsure of what was going on. You really started to look at the woman in front of you and you realized Sherlock had her eyes. A complete copy and paste. “Oh my God, you’re Sherlock’s mom. I never even introduced myself. I’m Y/N, a friend of-”

“You’re not his friend, dear, and I’m not blind. Old age takes a lot from you, but I could never miss the way my son shines. And you... you see it too.” She walked up to you, still holding the picture frame in her hands. “You love my son in a way that no one else has. Let me tell you all about him.”

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You couldn’t stop laughing.

Sherlock’s mom had brought over tons of scrapbooks and old pictures that she had acquired over the years, and you had a feeling she knew you were here alone before she even knocked on the door. Mycroft, probably. You spent the whole day getting to know each other and taking a stroll down memory lane with her telling you all about Sherlock as a kid and how it was growing up with two geniuses as sons. She even gave you a copy of one of Sherlock’s high school pictures that you were going to cherish forever. She seemed so happy to have someone to talk to and assured you that spending time with you was the closest she had felt to Sherlock in a long time.

You insisted that she stay and let you make dinner, but she was as equally stubborn as Sherlock and ordered you takeaway as her treat. You tried to argue but she was having none of it. “My God, you scrubbed this whole flat clean. I’m not going to let you dirty your dishes. How does Chinese sound?”

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Sherlock barreled up the steps with all the force he could muster in his legs and rushed in to see you, perfectly fine and all in one piece, having dinner with his mother.

“Sherlock!” You both exclaimed, his mother full of excitement and you full of worry.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, standing up from your end of the couch. “I thought you were on a case? Is everything okay?”

“I’ve been texting and calling you all day! You’re that daft that you couldn’t text back once all this time?” He’s still out of breath and he can feel his heartbeat in his ears. His tone is exasperated and you could hear the mix of anxiety and relief in his voice as he’d yet to acknowledge his mother. She seemed perfectly content to sit back and watch the situation unfold, amusement at her son’s unusual outburst gracing her features.

“My phone was dead! And then I put it on the charger and I forgot about it once your mom came, by the way!” You went to the bedroom and retrieved your phone to find a dozen missed texts and calls.

Probably just a client. SH

11:07 AM

Are you sure it’s not a client? SH

11:43 AM

Are they still there? SH

1:00 PM

Missed Call

1:17 PM

Missed Call

2:03 PM

Call me back. SH

3:26 PM

Y/N, I’m on a case. Call me back. SH

3:44 PM

Missed Call

4:13 PM

Is everything alright? SH

4:52 PM

Missed Call

5:08 PM

Missed Call

5:10 PM

Missed Call

5:12 PM

I’m boarding the train now and I’ll be there soon. Don’t worry. SH

5:21 PM

Sherlock followed after you, still without ever acknowledging his mother, and shut the door after himself. With his palms braced against the wooden door, he tried to ease the tension out of his bones through a deep breath as he watched you check your phone. He wasn’t worried about the case at all. It was mostly solved and what little was left John could do with ease. He felt the weight of the missed calls in his stomach like lead and the three hour train ride that he couldn’t curse to defy time any quicker. He had plenty of enemies and you had virtually none, so there would be no reason to think you’d hesitate to assist anyone who came to his door, especially if it was in the name of helping him. He thought he’d walk into a crime scene and he couldn’t shake those images out of his head.

You got up from the bed and walked over to him, reaching to wrap one arm around his neck and to take his hand in yours in the other. You pressed a kiss to his jaw, and then to his chin, over his eyelids, his nose, and then lastly you met his lips, murmuring “I’m sorry” in between every kiss. He didn’t usually voice it, but you had known him long enough to know when he was upset. He relaxed into your touch as he always did and you pulled away from him long enough to pull on the ends of his scarf. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Let me help. We got takeaway for your mom and I but we can share mine. I got what you like anyway.”

He let you pull his scarf and jacket off and you were delighted to see he wasn’t really mad with you. You hang his jacket on the closet door and by the time you turn back to face him, he’s already making his way back out to the living room. Following after him, you see his mother gesturing him to come over.

“What are you doing here? I thought I told Mycroft to tell you I was away on business.” He was messing with the cuffs on his sleeves but his question was directed at his mother with unmistakable intent. She tsked at him, and you began to see even more similarities in their mannerisms.

“That’s no way to talk to your mother, William. I was spending some time with your darling partner here and I don’t even get a kiss or a hug?” She began gathering her belongings and threw her purse over her shoulder. You weren’t happy to see her go.

You did peak up at the name. “William? Your name is William?”

Sherlock groaned, ignoring you completely. You swore you could see a blush dusting his cheeks. In no time he was at the door, holding it open for his mother. “It’s getting rather late, don’t you agree? Father must be wondering where you are. Be sure to pay Mycroft a visit the next time you’re in town. I assure you, he always has time for family.”

She turned to you and blew you a kiss. “I had a great time with you today, I hope you’ll manage to bring Sherlock home more.”

Walking over to Sherlock, she paused to kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear, “I know you know what you could lose here. So be sure you don’t, Sherlock.”

Before she totally stepped out of the flat, she turned around one last time. “Promise me you’ll come home soon. Your father and I miss you dearly.”

“I heard you the first ten times. Goodnight and safe travels, mother.” Sherlock shut the door before his mother could get another word and your shoulders slumped.

“Hey, that was your mom! She’s really nice. We had a good day.” You started to clean up the coffee table and take the dishes into the kitchen. You couldn’t understand Sherlock’s relationship with his family but you were sure there was a lot of things you didn’t know. Still, it was nice to have a chance to bond with your (maybe one day) future family. It was then that you realized that Sherlock never said anything when his mother mentioned you being his partner. You two never really officially defined what you were, so to see him not object to an actual title made you feel all warm inside.

“No, you had a good day. I was trying to work a case and clear a man’s name while trying to figure out if I’d come home to you kidnapped or dead.” Sherlock rolled his eyes, watching you from the doorway. You looked back at him as you dropped the dishes into the sink and let out a sigh. You hated the fact that you let him down.

“I have to go back tomorrow to tie some loose ends with John. If you come with me, I have a feeling I’ll get over it a lot quicker.” His voice was quiet but full of mirth. He won’t hold this over your head, and you both know this, but if it makes him feel better you’ll follow him. You’d follow him to the ends of the Earth and off the edge if he lead you.

Sherlock pushed himself off of the doorway and walked towards the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he went.

“So, you’re staying home tonight?” You swung around the kitchen doorway and called out to the hall. You hadn’t even thought about Sherlock having to go back, and you couldn’t help but be excited that he would be there for you to fall asleep next to tonight.

“You didn’t expect me to make the trip back at this hour, did you? Besides, I sleep better with you and it’s obvious that I don’t focus well if you’re not around, Which is why I need you to come with me tomorrow. It seems you owe me, anyway.” Sherlock takes a step back so you can see him in the bedroom doorway, and you can feel your heart in your throat.

He’s so beautiful, you think, all alabaster skin and lean muscle. He’s pulling a t-shirt over his head and you wonder if you could manifest a photographic memory long enough to commit him to memory. Of course he notices you staring, and you almost want to mention all the times you catch him staring at you but he changes the subject and opens the blankets for you and you shut up and follow him. You follow him and you love him and you wake up in the morning at the crack of dawn to run downstairs and order coffee from the shop next door before your train leaves, being sure to get them to write “William” on the cup. Sherlock doesn’t find this funny at all, but he still lets you fall asleep on his arm on the train ride there and doesn’t complain when his arm falls asleep right along with you.

He thinks that if this is the life his mother wished for him as a child, that would be one thing he could take off of his list of things she eventually needs to answer for. Because mothers know best, and when it came to you, she could have never been more right.

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 3 years

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thoughts on toga?

Sorry, I was putting some good music to do this 😌 our vampire princess deserves only the best.

PERSONAL THOUGHTS ON TOGA HIMIKO :

First of all, I still maintain that she's one of the best written female characters of bnha.

I used to think she was heavily sexualized on the manga, and while I still maintain that she is hyoersexualized on the fandom and still sexualized on the manga, I came to realize some of Horikoshi's choices are not that bad. Of course, it has a lot to do with certain common motives and symbolisms.

I think my main complain about the way some people write Toga (pushing aside the way the ship her with adults), it's that people either put her a a total child or a total woman.

Oh God, Toga is so smart. She's so under-appreciated, so so much.

"She's a murdered". She's what? 16-17 years old? Let's see the facts.

Toga was born in a family with money.

The first memory we got from her is Toga bitting a bird and showing it to her parents. They reacted pretty bad, like it was terribly spooky and told her to put that away, rejecting her.

After that, she created a mask for herself. She started pretending to be normal, smiling a lot, becoming the sweet overexcited girl.

However, the feeling never went away, because it was part of her quirk. The need to bite people to become them, the joy of wanting to taste the blood of someone she loved.

This could be a side effect like a person with wings wanting to fly, or a person with fire wanting to see the flames.

After stabbing her school crush, she ran away and began a criminal career of stabbing other people, hiding from the police.

This all means she lived in a lie for at least 13 years of her life, before becoming a criminal and loving on the streets at least 3 or 4 more years.

Toga has both taste the high-middle class class and the low class. She knows what is like to have too much money and be empty inside because no one sees you or accepts you, as much as she knows what is like being hungry and with cold, but living with people that love you for who you are.

This girl learned to erase her presence from a young age, before any of the UA kids ever dreamed about having that level of skill. She knows how to fight pretty well in close combat, how to fight with knives, how to trick people, how to choose her preys and when to retire from a fight.

She's extremely smart because she has successfully infiltrated in the heroes side at least three times: during the license exam, during the overhaul arc and on the war arc.

Her great goal is to live and live well. This is fucking magnificent because many people with her experience would reject themselves, thinking they're the problem. Toga knows she's not the problem, but society. She knows she deserves to live and love and have friends and family and she fights for it. In fact, even when so many people say she's insane, she's uses her logic all the time, way more than many other members of the League.

She see humans as they are. Not villains, not heroes. She was able to love Izuku and Ochaco even when they were heroes, she was able to hate overhaul while he was a villain. This shows she's outside the hero-villain toxic narrative, clever girl.

She's not afraid to face anyone when it comes to her rights. She faces Tomura more than once (overhaul arc, mva arc), she doesn't let Dabi intimidate her, she protects Twice and sweetly answers to Mr. Compress and Spinner's worry.

And God, maybe she doesn't have a mutant quirk, but almost. See her pupils, see her fangs. The reason why she makes people uncomfortable it's because she doesn't fit their standards. And she's perfectly okay with people not knowing how to categorize her. In fact, her fight in the MVA arc was because someone was trying to frame her.

I don't know how to make this clear but she's not crazy or psycho.

Toga Himiko would have passed the UA test with honors. She's so further above from the rest. She knows the older generations are full of shit and she knows they can't follow their paths, enough to outgrow Stain's legacy and make her own ideals.

I love how she shows that one can be totally feral and go against the system without stop being oneself.

Her speech to Ochaco on the war arc was incredible. She quickly questioned the idea that heroes can decide who deserves to live and who doesn't by saving only the people they think that deserve to be saved. She criticized the heroes decision to forget and dismiss and put away real people suffering just because they were not passive about their pain. She also make Ochaco see that she was a girl, just like her, not some type of hell demon trying to consume her soul.

She refused to say Shigaraki and decided to call him Tomura instead. This is so important!!!! From a narrative point of view, she's rejecting AFO's last name and accepting Tomura, the boy mourning for a father, a family.

She's observant, analytical, good at judging people, great at adapting and changing her mind.

I love how she kept being so happy and vibrant even in the worst moments.

And she's not just a victim, please. Toga Himiko is not some lost child, not a know-it-all woman. She's a teenager that can understand the situation but still needs tsome guidance.

She's actively changing the system. She's not passive or easy to manipulate. Like Spinner said, she's a free spirit.

So I'd love to see more fanfics depicting this. She's an amazing character at the level of most male characters on bnha, just like Ochaco, for example.

I'd love to see more headcanons about her with people her age. Real headcanons.

What about Momo and Toga talking about how boring can fancy parties be? How people with money are crazy sometimes?

What about Toga talking with Jirou about beinf girls that are considered "bros" by her friends?

What about Toga talking about being a little mutant and Tsuyu talking with her about hating cold weather?

What about Toga and Kirishima being overexcited and full of positivity together? About Denki and Toga talking about celebrities and TigTog? About Toga and the people from class 1-B bonding over being considered less when they're as good as class 1-A? Toga and Shinsou? Toga and Koda loving cats? Toga and Shoji playing card games? Toga and Tokoyami loving metal music? Toga and Bakugo loving romance stories?

What about Toga admiring female pro-heroes? Mirko seems loud and determined, Toga would adore her under other circumstances. Fuyumi helping Toga with her self-care because she ran away young. Toga showing Eri that they both have "scary" quirks and it's not wrong! They're both went through really bad moments and they're not bad! Toga being a big fan of the Wild Wild Pussycats. Toga adoring Vlad King and Present Mic.

The potential is there.

Anyway I just want more creativity, maybe. People writing more about Toga and the implications of her childhood, about how insane she is a fighter and a human being.

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saltynsassy31 · 2 years

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I love the idea of Spamton bein a lil' nightmare. Especially if it is to help his family!

Imagine some seriously dangerous people coming for his siblings and Spamton scams them out of it XD

He saves his family, by being a terror. Pure Gold. I will give you my soul to see more of this kind of stuff

(Asks are open so feel free to ask about my au or anything else or request fanfiction)

Ohohohohoho

He has made SOOOOOO many kidnappers angry istg

He is the definition of that meme where the kid gets kidnapped and is so annoying af that the kidnappers just give him back

And just because I am loving this I shall give it to you a fic about it 😌

Yellow - Sunny - he/him - 25

Orange - Mango - he/him - 24

Pink - Peach - he/she - 23

Blue - Plum - he/they -22

Spamton - ø - he/him -17

Today was a normal day like any other

Going out to eat ice cream with Pip, playing video games, getting kidnapped for the 10th time this month

Truly, a normal day for Spamton

"So what do you [[big guys]] want? [[Kromer]] my siblings [[head in a platter]] oh! Let me guess they [[wronged you]] and you want revenge?"

"You got alotta sass for someone your size" the man driving the van said pissed

Spamton gasped dramatically "I'll have you know I am [[fun sized]]"

"Sure kid"

Spamton huffed but said nothing else as he leaned back on the van and wondered when his brothers would get here

That is when he hot an idea, though he would have to act careful cus as much as he likes to play around with them, they were dangerous people and they could shoot him across his head

"Say, what of you and me made a [[once in a life time chance]] [[deal]]" he said resting a leg ontop of the other

That seemed to peak everyone's interest "what do you propose" the man sitting across him in the van watching him asked

"Well [[valued customer]] you obviously captured me for my [[for all the family to watch!]] But that will obviously not work"

⁵what do you mean?"

"I mean that [[people]] have tried doing this countless times [[for only 4.99$]] what makes you think you [[will succeed]], mmm?"

Spamton had a smug face when they gave him a conflicted look

"Because unlike those bafoons we actually have a plan"

"And what makes you so [[certain to buy these hot deals]] they will come for me now"

"Well, they all care for you, alot. They would do anything to save you"

Spamton leaned back, still smiling "well done you [[stated the obvious]] but I mean now, why would they come for me now"

The man started to get uneasy and unsure and as much as he tried to hide that uneasiness Spamton could sence it "we just know they will, we've done our research"

"Have you? Because so far you've done a [[very poor]] one, but I can [[offer the best deals]] for you, I have inside information about their whole [[operations]] and I can give it to you for [[a price]]"

"Shut it you rat" he said stopping the car "we won't make a deal with you, you little devil. You will do as we say only"

He got out of the car and opened the backdoor of the van yanking Spamton out and taking him sinde a shed

It was dark out so he couldn't make out the details of the place but he knew this was somewhere in a forest

"[[Creative]] this is the first time in taken to an actual [[horror movie scene]] shed" the man scoffed but Spamton could hear the smile on his face. Stroking their ego was going to make them easier to pull down

They entered the shed and Spamton is chucked in a small animal cage and he fits perfectly in, wich he wasn't sure if he should be impressed or feel insulated

They dialled up a number and began a call on the phone on the shed

<Addison household speaking> Soamton heard the other end say, it was definitely Plum

"Hello there" Once Plum heard who's voice was it their end of the line went quiet

<no, no I'm not doing this today> Spamton heard Plum said, though a bit muffled, so they knew each other beforehand....interesting

"We have your kid, and if you don't do as we say we will hurt him"

The line went quiet for what felt like an eternity until Plum finally said "good luck with that" before ending the call leaving the man confused "good luck?" He mumbled

Spamton had an arm hanging outside through one of the openings of the cage and held a part of it with the other as he had a smug look on his face "so, did it work?"

The man let out a disgruntled noise before slamming the phone back

"I'll take that as a [[request denied]]"

The man turned to the boy with fury in his eyes "well then, if they won't come I'll just have to torture you until they come"

"Wowowowowow buddy [[pal]] why don't we [[dicuss]] about this, yeah? I'm sure I can do something for ya"

"And what in this goddamm earth could you offer me that I'd make a deal with you"

"Well wouldn't [[you]] like to know"

The man grabbed him by the collar of his shirt "I'm not here to play games"

"Jeez [[calm the horses]] don't worry [[your pretty head]] I've got just the [[deal of a lifetime]] for you"

••••••

Mango and Plum stood outside the shed

"How much longer?" Mango asked

"Give him about 5 more minutes" Plum said looking at the watch on his wrist "should be coming out any minute now"

And just as predict Spamton was walking out the shed with a bag of money and his mouth bloodied

"Today took you longer" Mango pointed out already loading the bag inside the car

"Well they were [[persistent]] and I had to pull out the old [[chomper]]"

Mango tilted his head to look through the opened door behind Spamton, it was a mess, some people were passed out and others seemed to be questioning their life choices and other had huge bite marks on them

They shouldn't have resisted Spamton

"You scammed them out of their money again?"

"[[Correct]]"

"You know we don't need all this money right? What do you plan to do with it"

"Give it away to [[charitable people]] Swatch needs some of the money for his [[new buisness in town]]"

Mango chuckled "you dork" he said patting his younger brother's head

"Can we go [[home in the states]] already? I promised [[Pip]] that we could play games once I'm back"

"Yeah, hop in" Plum said already starting up the car

Mango and Spamton both entered the car and put on their seat belts and before they knew it they were driving off back home

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Sorry this took a while but I hope yall liked it :D

As much as this story has angst potential I just can't write it so I'm leaning to more comedy stuff, though you will have you healthy dose of hurt/comfort and sometimes just hurt (rarely)

I love ya'lls feedback so please let me know if you guys liked it :3

#murder family au #deltarune #spamton #spamton deltarune #deltarune chapter2 #spamton g. spamton #the addisons #the addisons are spamton's brothers #addison spamton #deltarune au #blue addison #orange addison

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katnissdoesnotfollowback · 3 years

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Stress Relief in Red: Naughty

To the Anon who requested this garbage… I despise you. To @mega-aulover who encouraged this shenanigans, I despise you as well. *Beleaguered sighs* I present a short and somewhat smutty bit of fic that takes place in the Wrapped in Red universe if Covid existed in that universe WHICH I WOULD LIKE TO STRESS RIGHT NOW THAT IT DOES NOT. It’s fanfic, I do what I want, but since you all seem determined to make me torture my babies while I am perfectly happy letting them exist without a pandemic… Blah blah blah, you’re all messing with my timelines. If you haven’t read Wrapped in Red, you should still be able to follow this… mostly. So I guess this is where I give you some info and a refresher for anyone who has read it but it’s been a minute. In this world, there are five Everdeen-Mellark children. Yes, I said five. Ages listed are the ages I’ve assigned them for this very alternate and really nonexistent timeline mmmkay? Karina (age 22 here) is Peeta’s daughter by Glimmer, Peeta’s first wife whom he divorced after he found out she was having an affair. They were already done, but that was the nail in the marital coffin. Peeta and Katniss get married sometime in their thirties, well over a year after Peeta’s divorce is officially final. After Peeta and Katniss are married, they adopt three kids who are all biological siblings -- Avery (Age 17), Olive (Age 15), Cole (Age 11). They have one child together, whom you never meet in WiR because the baby isn’t conceived until after the epilogue of that story, Jaime (Age 3). My thanks to @stjohn27 for providing a toastbaby name on the fly with very little info to go on. Karina’s name is literally the only toastbaby name I picked for this story, so it felt right to ask someone else to name the newest WiR family addition. For those who are curious, if my math is right, Katniss and Peeta would be 41 in this particular not-really-an-outtake outtake. I’ve got a non smutty idea in the works as well, but I’m gonna set that in the actual Covid-Does-Not-Exist universe later. Not today, don’t have time for that. However, given that SOMEONE wants me to place them in this hellscape, I’m smutting it up. I don’t expect many complaints on that part, at least. Anyways, enjoy this definitely not a drabble because I don’t ever half-ass everlark smut ever I hate you all. Good day.

RATED E for the smut and language. And Peeta being weak for Katniss in stockings. ;)

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At ten thirty-eight at night, I glare at Peeta’s side of the bed. Still empty and undisturbed. His lamp is still on, which is probably why I can’t sleep. It’s cold, and I don’t want to leave the bed. So I send him a text, ridiculous, I know, since he’s just down the stairs.

Come to bed

It takes him a moment to answer and I’m already drifting and still annoyed when he does.

Be right up

Now. Your lamp is still on. It’s keeping me up.

Turn it off then

I grumble and slide through the covers to take care of it, but I don’t feel any better in the darkness. I can feel his absence beside me. I need to get to sleep. His terse answers are just one more result of the stress he’s under, and right now, I’m not sure I want him in bed with me. He’s not the only one stressed out. I should go downstairs and demand he come to bed. My eyes droop and I slide my phone back onto the nightstand.

I wish I could say that I go downstairs to lure him to bed, but I’m too annoyed. Enough to stay put.

At half-past eleven, I wake back up suddenly, looking around the room for the disturbance. Nothing appears amiss.

Except for the still empty space beside me where Peeta ought to be sleeping.

This is getting ridiculous. I know he’s worried. Business at the bakery, like so many places, has taken a serious hit with the pandemic. He tried, at first, to keep all of his employees on staff and pay them what they would normally make. But it became apparent very quickly that he wouldn’t be able to sustain that. First thing he did was apply for government aid. We agreed to put our own stimulus check straight into the bakery, which wasn’t much of a help. Since we could afford to live off my paycheck, barely, we agreed to cut his salary. And kept cutting it until it dwindled to zero. He applied for loans and more aid. He even tried selling off his excess raw ingredients to people who’d taken up baking at home to help deal with the quarantine. But then he had to scramble to resupply and pay exorbitant prices for stock when he was able to reopen. It’s been easy enough to keep customers outside with To Go service, but he had to slash his menu to compensate for the lagging supply chains. He tried to find ways to cut costs without affecting his workers or the quality of his product. And he couldn’t bring all his workers back.

It still wasn’t enough. Within a month of reopening, he had to cut his own salary again. Thankfully, my paycheck has been stable. Having a government job meant I was slightly more secure. Barely. Others in my office have been furloughed. I’ve been lucky, I know that. I’ve been able to work mostly from home or out in the field. Peeta can’t do that. Which means I’ve been able to spend a lot of time with our kids while he hasn’t. Granted, I’ve borne the stress of managing their education and he’s mostly escaped that particular stressor, at least in the sense of being responsible for it. We both worried and stressed during the endless debates on whether or not to reopen school or if we should send them back at all.

Thankfully -- and also somewhat scary -- the school district opted for a blended schedule. Two days a week, they attend in person. The other three days, they’re learning from home. Also thankfully, if mind boggling in terms of planning my days, the three who are old enough to be attending school -- Avery, Olive, and Cole -- are on different schedules so I never have all four kids at home to keep on task at the same time.

I still have to work, though, and take care of the baby. Jaime is at the age where they’re into everything and have discovered the joys of mobility. Our baby is as restless as me and as curious as Peeta. It’s not a good combination during a pandemic, since it means Jaime is easily bored and needs lots of outings that are getting more and more difficult to provide, especially with the cold weather.

That doesn’t even cover the stress we’ve gone through with Karina. One college semester cut short. A change of schools. A breakup with her girlfriend. The stress of finding a new living situation for her. New roommates and a new style of living. Four young women sharing an apartment. Starting a new job as a grocery store clerk, which Peeta hated. He wanted her to be able to focus on school. So did I, honestly, but Karina insisted. She knew we were struggling and wanted to help out where she could.

And then, of course, Avery insisted she get a job too after Karina started working. I managed to convince her to do something where she wouldn’t have to be near a lot of people, at least. It’s been one of things that turned out okay, surprisingly, after we’d stressed about it. Avery seems to love her job walking dogs for one of the more ritzy neighborhoods in town, taking the dogs to the park and reading while the dogs play. Her money is hers to spend as she chooses, which means we’ve got a little more to spend on the younger kids for small little luxuries. And I’ve managed to squirrel away enough to have a really nice Christmas, despite our financial woes.

Still, add to all the upheaval the fact that a month after she started classes again, we learned that Karina’s been seeing Glimmer, who lives in the same city her new school is in, but our darling girl can’t come home to see us on weekends. Needless to say, Peeta and I were jealous and a little hurt. The distance and the stress from Karina’s changing life would be enough to stress Peeta out just on its own.

Through all of that, there’s also the pain and stress and isolation and anger the entire world has been feeling. And the bakery has slowly been failing. His brothers are having better luck with their branches, but not by much. Not enough to prop up Peeta’s, and I know he’s taking it hard.

When I left him tonight, he had his laptop open and papers he’d brought home from the bakery laid out on the table, trying to squeeze every possible penny from the flour filled cracks of his life’s work.

But just like I need sleep, so does he. I flick my own lamp back on and test the air, shivering.

Well, if I’m going to tempt him to bed, I’m gonna need to be prepared for aggressive negotiations. I shuffle over to the dresser and open my sock drawer. The real question is… which color?

Actually, I think with a faint smile and a small flutter of nostalgia, the answer is obvious. If this doesn’t break through the fog of worry and give him at least an hour or so of carefree happiness, then I’m at a complete loss as to what will do the trick.

Once I have them on, I wrap myself in a blanket and head downstairs. He’s exactly where I left him, sitting at the kitchen table, poring over a stack of papers, one elbow propped on the table, hand buried in his disheveled hair. His laptop screen glows, illuminating his face in pale tones. Glittering off his reading glasses -- something he just started needing this year and that Karina gave him no amount of grief over. He’s kicked his slippers off, but from here, his feet look pale, almost blue. Cold.

My attempts to surprise him are cut short when my foot lands on something plastic and tinny recorded piano notes fill the air. Peeta startles and looks up at me. I kick aside Jaime’s toy.

“Kids are booby trapping the house,” I grumble and his lips twitch a little.

“What time is it?”

“Three,” I say and he drops the papers.

“What?” He pulls his laptop over and checks the clock, then glares at me. “It’s not even midnight yet.”

“Would you know the difference?” I ask and Peeta sighs, pushing the laptop away to take off his glasses and rub at his eyes. I know I’m not being fair, in some ways, that his concern is mainly for his employees, but I need him too. The kids need him too. We miss him, and it’s felt like he’s slowly slipping away these past few months.

“Probably not,” he admits. “I just know that I’m missing something. There’s got to be a way.”

“There probably is, and I don’t doubt that if there is, you’ll find it, Peeta. But it’s late. You need sleep, and you’ve been so stressed that you’re distracted. Did you even hear Avery talking about her story she’s submitting to the writing contest? Or Olive strategizing for hockey this weekend?”

“I know, I know,” he says, holding up a hand in protest, but I’m not done yet. I go for the throat.

“Or what about Cole? Did you hear him talking about why he got written up in class today?”

“He what?”

“He got written up.”

“How? It’s virtual learning!”

“He kept playing with the frames around his image on the Google classroom. At one point, he made his frame look like an Egyptian tomb, complete with mummies stalking the edges and taking over his neighbors.”

“Wait… the whole class could see this?”

“Yes,” I say and Peeta stifles a laugh.

“Why’d he get in trouble? He was being creative! And what kind of programming did that require? Aren’t we encouraging that kind of technical learning?”

“I don’t know, but he confessed he’s been fine tuning it for a week.”

“We should get him a better laptop,” Peeta says and then glances at his own, his smile fading. “How did I miss this?”

“You’ve missed a lot,” I tell him and it’s the wrong thing to say. His cheeks turn bright red, and not even the laptop can wash out the heightened color in his face.

“Fuck,” he mutters and buries his face in his hands. “Next you’re going to tell me Jaime is composing sonatas.”

“Near enough,” I say and he holds one arm out for me. I move closer, but wait until he looks up at me before I speak. “You have tomorrow off. No bakery work allowed.”

Peeta nods.

“We’ll Facetime Karina. You can ask Cole to show you what other animations he’s got in the works. Offer to help Avery with edits. Spend the afternoon on the driveway with Olive on her rollerblades so she can practice taking shots. It’ll be good for you, and for them.”

“And you?” he asks softly. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

I let the blanket slide off my shoulders to the ground and revel in Peeta’s sharp intake of breath. His glazed eyes as they rake over my legs, wrapped in a pair of faded and well loved red stockings that end midway up my thighs, leaving a few inches of skin visible between their tops and the hem of my sleepshirt, which is actually one of Peeta’s old shirts.

“I get you tonight,” I say and push aside the papers to sit on the edge of the table in front of him. Peeta’s hands immediately gravitate to my knees. He caresses up and down the soft fabric, tilting his head back to look up at me.

“How can you possibly want me after I’ve failed you all so badly?”

“You haven’t failed us, Peeta,” I say. “I know I sound harsh, but you haven’t failed us. It’s been tough on all of us, and we need you more than is probably fair, especially with everything happening at the bakery. But I need you to know that if you exhaust every possibility and it still isn’t enough, we’ll still be here. We’ll still love you and need you. I just don’t want you to tear yourself apart in the process. We’ve missed you, Peeta. You need a break, too.”

“And sleep?”

“Definitely sleep,” I say.

Peeta bends over slightly and kisses my thigh, just above the stocking. I comb one hand through his hair as he peppers my thighs with soft kisses. “How am I supposed to sleep with you wearing these?”

Peeta slowly parts my knees, setting my feet on his thighs as he drops kisses onto skin and fabric. I reach out and shut his laptop.

“These old things?” I breathe out and smile. “I put them on to tempt you to bed.”

“Fail,” he kisses the word into my thigh, sending a delightful shiver straight to my groin then right up my spine. Eventually, the laptop stops whirring as it goes to sleep, and the only sounds are the hum of the winter wind outside, my quiet panting breaths, and Peeta kissing me.

“Oh,” I sigh when he gets close to my core only to kiss a path back towards my knees. But then, Peeta cups his palms under either of my thighs and lifts at the same time he leans forward, draping my legs over his shoulders.

“Your pussy miss me, too?” he whispers and nuzzles at my panties. “God, you smell good. Try not to wake the kids.”

He peels aside my panties then and makes one last adjustment on how I’m sitting before his tongue traces my lips. I squeak out an agreement, eyes fixated on the top of his head, my fingers still twisted in his hair as he teases me. Torments me with barely there kisses and licks. He parts my folds with his tongue, skimming just along inner folds. Tantalizing. A poignant promise that feeds the impatient longing churning in my breast.

“Peeta,” I gasp, my head falling back and eyes closing so I can feel everything. Feel all of it without the distraction of sight. Focused and intense.

“Tastes like you missed me,” he says, tentative, and gently lets his tongue slip between my lips for an erotic moment before he licks slowly up to my clit. He barely touches it, leaving me taut and sensitive and quivering and gasping before he goes back to teasing me. “Sound like you missed me too.”

“Shut up, stop talking to my vagina, and do something about it,” I say, my voice throaty and strained.

“Oh dear. You sound neglected,” Peeta says and keeps teasing a moment. His words chafe me a little, bringing my gaze back to him, searching for meaning. He peers up at me. The humored light in his eyes cuts my anger down before it can spark. His hands caress my thighs then grip my ass. He hauls me to his mouth, and he feasts in earnest, head titled just enough so that he can keep his eyes on mine.

A warbling moan escapes my lips and my toes curl as heat ripples through me. I buck up into him and he backs off, tonguing between my lips for a minute, still watching me, before he deepens the kiss, drawing patterns on my clit. Sucking it once, enough to make me shudder and arch my back.

Peeta stands and my legs drop off his shoulders. He catches them and wraps them around his waist while I grasp for his shoulders and our mouths collide. Sloppy and frantic, I kiss myself off his lips, bite the plump bottom one just as he slides two fingers inside me.

“Don’t come,” he commands and I shiver at his tone. Still insanely erotic after all these years. He slides his other hand into my hair, gripping me at the base of my skull, holding me captive with his gaze and his touch. I use my legs wrapped around him to leverage myself against his fingers. Our gazes stay locked, broken only by a flurry of kisses here and there. My grip on the table hurts my knuckles. A handful of choked mewls escape my lips. Peeta’s twitch with a smile, and then… he stops. Sliding his fingers slowly from me. I try to chase him, but my balance is precarious.

“Naughty. My turn,” he says and nips at my gaping bottom lip, then kissing it.

His hand slides down inside his pants and his eyes flutter closed. I stare, mouth and pussy salivating with each ripple of fabric as he strokes himself. But two can play this game. I shift my legs and hips, carefully using one hand to peel off my panties, so he has a better view. I hold his gaze and drop them on the kitchen floor. Peeta curses, eyes drawn down as I lift my hips slightly, jostling his motions.

“Bet your hand doesn’t feel nearly as good as me,” I taunt him. He curses. I keep moving my hips, teasing myself on his pumping hand, shivering at the delicious feel of his flannel pajama pants on my wet, bare folds. Interrupting his motions as he tries to stroke himself and demanding his attention. “Come to bed, Peeta.”

“That’s too far,” he whines. I laugh, a sound Peeta muffles with a kiss. For a moment, I feel scorched, his tongue caressing mine. For a moment, I’m adrift in his arms, tossed about with decadent urgency and the need to savor this. I don’t even notice Peeta pushing his pants down until I feel the unmistakable pressure of his cock head parting my lips.

“The kids,” I remind him, even as I rotate my hips to take him more easily. Cole has started midnight snacking, and I’d prefer not to traumatize him.

“I could flip you over so you could keep an eye out for them while I make you come,” he suggests in a wicked whisper. I cling to him as he fills me. Shamelessly wriggle closer, inviting him, sucking him in deeper.

“Or you could be fast,” I counter and Peeta swears again. Then he surprises me, lifting me up for one breathless moment as I feel weightless and Peeta sinks back onto his chair, settling me on his lap, still impaled on his cock, my legs draped over his thighs. My toes brush the floor and Peeta cups my ass.

“Lean back and I’ll watch for interruptions,” he murmurs, his mouth hot, wet, and consuming. Covering my shoulders, sucking on my breasts, my neck. His hands urge me to move. I feel more than a little depraved, riding him on a chair in the kitchen, and yet I don’t stop.

I keep my arms loosely looped around his neck and lean back. Eyes drifting closed, plunging me into darkness and a formidable delirium. Peeta’s powerful arms keep me moving. Slow back and forth strokes that stimulate my clitoris and press against pleasure points right below my gut. I tighten in his embrace, strain as he increases the pace. Silent gasps float from my open mouth to the ceiling, my throat burning with contained sounds.

Peeta changes our motions, guiding my hips in tight rotations that send intense shocks of heat through my body. My thighs seize up tight against his as he returns me to the smooth arching thrusts. And I whisper my demanding pleas.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” on repeat until my dry throat can’t manage speech and my body can’t hold back. Cannot contain the tide of bliss rolling through me. I contort and writhe in Peeta’s arms, vaguely hear him try to quiet me. In the midst of my release, he slaps his hand over my mouth and I bite into his fleshy palm. Only when the last tremor shakes through me do I relinquish his hand. A shaky murmur slips from my lips and Peeta cups my cheek, brings me upright for a kiss.

Blood rushes through my veins, back down from my head or maybe back into it, how could I possibly tell with Peeta’s lips so gentle on mine. His thumb carefully stroking along my jaw. Our thighs slick with sweat and a mix of my arousal and release. His cock still inside me, throbbing with the need to come.

I can barely breathe. I certainly can’t move. Peeta must see it in my eyes. He lifts me off of him and maneuvers us so my back is to him. So I can watch the doors.

“Your turn to keep watch,” he whispers, holding me up with one hand and lining us up with the other. “You feel so fucking hot tonight. Slide down, love.” I try to relax my knees and sink slowly onto his cock, but it’s no use. My knees are too weak and give out. I drop onto him in one swift motion, pushing a pained groan out of his throat.

“Ssshhhh! Don’t wake the kids,” I admonish and he lightly smacks my ass cheek. Then he curves his hands over my thighs, tucked into the crease, and pulls my hips back towards him. I brace myself with my hands on his knees and bite my lip to keep quiet. To keep from telling him that if he’s not careful, I’m gonna come again and not be able to watch for possible intruders.

But it doesn’t seem to matter, me biting my lip. Because while we manage to keep our voices down, our bodies are anything but quiet. I almost giggle twice, but Peeta’s hands are insistent and unforgiving. I get no respite in movement. None when he shifts one hand up to fondle my breasts and pinch my nipples beneath my shirt, an action that only makes me wetter and the music of our frantic bodies louder. Then Peeta’s hands on my hips gain new urgency and I know he’s close.

Only, I’m not completely unaware.

My ears catch a noise and I freeze, shushing him. I hear it again, and Peeta does too. We scramble, separating ourselves. I snatch up the blanket and wrap myself in it again. Perching on the table at a safe distance from Peeta, who pulls his pants back into place, sits down and opens his laptop again. He stares at it mindlessly as Cole wanders into the kitchen, his hair sticking up at an odd angle and his eyes glazed. He stops when he sees us.

“‘sup?” He asks with a tilt of his chin.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I say and he rolls his eyes at me.

“I’m hungry. Getting an Eggo. You want one?”

Peeta visibly blanches, but I send him a quelling look. Now is not the time to go into a lecture about fresh made tastes better and offering to make waffles from scratch with our son. As much as I want Peeta to spend more time with our kids, because I think they all need it, now is not the time.

Peeta is still hard. I can see his cock tenting his sleep pants, almost comically. Hopefully it’s too dark and Cole is too out of it to notice. I’m still wet, and the faint scent of sex still lingers in the air. It’s actually a miracle Cole hasn’t noticed it. Unless he refused to was his hair again tonight...

“No thanks, bud,” Peeta finally says. “You go ahead.”

It’s two minutes of awkward silence as Cole pops his waffles into the toaster and drums his hands on the counter while he waits. I wonder what we’re going to do if he sits at the table to eat. Especially when I notice Peeta surreptitiously moving my panties with his toe. I’d forgotten about them. Somehow, Peeta gets the panties gathered up and hidden beneath his foot, just as the waffles pop!

Cole grabs them both together and takes a bite of two waffles at once.

“Nighty night,” he says, but it’s all garbled around the fluffy waffles in his mouth. He trudges back upstairs with his feast. Peeta and I wait, listening to the house until we hear his door close.

Then we choke on our laughter. I grab Peeta’s hand and he grabs my panties. We slip up the stairs to our own room, careful to shut and lock the door before we’re on each other.

Panties and blankets discarded, we fall into bed and kiss. Lingering arousal is easily awakened and within minutes, we’re right back where we left off, only in bed, with him completely naked and my shirt unbuttoned and gaping. Peeta leans back against the headboard and watches me, hands flexing on my ass cheeks as I sink onto his cock.

He bites his lip and rolls his hips up into me. “Fuck. You feel so good.”

I tuck my bent legs against his hips and thighs, my feet curled up just above his hips. His hands guide me once again, sliding up and down his cock this time. He whispers and quietly grunts about the view. Curses and then shifts his hands so I’m sliding back and forth again, like I was downstairs. I moan, biting my lip to keep from squealing as the pressure builds inside me, coiling right right behind my navel.

His hand slides around to my belly, pushing me back onto him with more force. With the added feeling of additional pressure, I can feel my orgasm building. Growing into something uncontainable

His fingers glancing off my clit are my undoing. My entire body freezes, seized with unbearable heat. I cry out and once again, Peeta tries to cover my mouth, only this time… he misses. I wind up with a mouthful of his fingers and suck on them as my walls clench on his cock.

A garbled string of curse words leaves him, and I’m still coming when he wrenches his hand free and flips me off of him.

I protest, my orgasm cut short, but then he’s there above me, sinking into me with a pained moan caught in our kiss. I grab and claw at his shoulders as he rocks his hips against me and begs me to hold him. I know what he wants, throwing my legs around his hips, so my calves rest on his ass and he can feel the brush of stockings on his bare skin as he pumps into me. Returns me to my stolen release, only this time, it’s strong enough that I nearly black out. It almost hurts as I buck beneath him, slapping our groins together. And Peeta once more covers my mouth with his hand. We’re still joined as I flop back on the bed. His cock twitches a few times inside me as his breath puffs hot and fast against my ear.

“Hold on, Katniss,” he whispers and then he drills himself into me with sharp, snapping thrusts.

He comes with a squeaking curse word and my name on his lips. Four final, twisting thrusts, and one greatly relieved, shuddering sigh as he collapses on top of me. My legs fall useless to the bed. My arches ache and the rest of me feels boneless.

Peeta turns his head and starts kissing my neck, nibbling on my ear. Whispering tender, loving words that warm me as much as our sex did.

Slowly, he drags his hands up my stockings as he pulls out with a pained groan.

“I always hate leaving you after,” he says as he rolls out of my embrace. I shiver with the chill of his absence and Peeta carefully slides from the bed for a warm washcloth. He wipes me down, tenderly kissing my hips and legs as he does so.

He fixes his pajama pants and tells me to get some sleep.

“What about you?” I ask, sitting up in bed.

“I’ll be right back up, I promise. Just going to clean up our mess downstairs first.”

“Oh. Right,” I say, flushing hotly as I consider what our kids’ reaction might be to finding the kitchen in such disarray. I kiss Peeta once more then relax until I can’t take it. After a bit more cleanup and a fresh pair of panties, I slide into bed.

The sheets are going cold without Peeta. I lay there, shivering and drifting, waking to the click of a lamp. I open my eyes to complete darkness and the movement of Peeta behind me, pulling me close and curling his body protectively around mine. His hand lazily caresses my side and he presses a kiss to my neck. We exchange loving words and I’m almost asleep again when his hand wanders down to my thigh, fingers dancing delicately with the tops of Peeta’s favorite red stockings.

“You know,” I murmur. “I measured them on my legs the other day.”

Peeta hums in answer. Yawns. I wait for his curiosity to win. “And?”

“From sole to thigh, they stretch twenty-three inches.” Peeta groans and rolls me over, his hand already pulling on my legs, his body moving to settle between them, so I can embrace him again. He kisses me awake and I laugh at his eagerness. Moan softly as he rubs his erection against me.

“Twenty-three inches,” he groans. “Again I ask… how the hell am I supposed to sleep with that much temptation?”

“Don’t think of it as temptation,” I suggest, winding my fingers back through his hair. I slide my legs up and down his torso. “Think of it as stress relief.”

“In that case, I need some more stress relief. Just to be safe,” he says before he kisses me.

And this time, he stays with my legs wrapped around him afterwards, his head resting on my torso. I watch the swirling snow flurries out our window and play with his hair, listen to his peaceful sleepy breaths and eventually join him in rest.

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 years

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Whumptober Day 17: Dirty Little Secret

CW: Creepy whumper, whumper POV, implied whump of a minor, implied noncon references

“Well, Kelly, you’ve spent an hour talking politics, is there anything else you’d like to hear my thoughts on today?” Governor Oliver Branch sits easily in the padded chair behind his desk. It’s a deep, dark burgundy with little brass accents, and not that he intends to tell Kelly Donahue this particular bit of information, but it very comfortably holds the weight of two.

“Well, let me check.” Kelly smiles at him - bright, perfectly-applied deep pink lipstick, camera-ready stylish-but-demure blue dress, legs crossed politely at ankles, sensible heels. Shellacked hair. The cameraman, on the other hand, is wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and looks like he’s ready for a beer at the bar downtown.

Oliver would rather be at the bar, too.

Still, he’s just as camera-ready as Donahue - had his boy get his favorite suit out, a charcoal gray so dark it’s nearly black, while they played Interview. Baldur loves the game - one of the only times Oliver allows him to speak, when he pretends to be a reporter asking Oliver questions, and Oliver loves the sparkle he gets in his eyes.

He loves extinguishing the sparkle, at the end of the game, even more.

The color of his suit is carefully chosen to pop against the chair, and he hasn’t worn it on TV before. It’ll go over well, he’s sure of it. Even Nancy had nice things to say.

The tie he’s wearing - a burgundy that matches the chair with a brass-colored tie pin, just to hammer the coordination home - was wrapped around Baldur’s wrists this morning. There’s a delicious little thrill to wearing it now, knowing that some of Baldur’s sweat is still in the silken fabric.

He takes a breath, thinking of the way the boy knows how to beg, and how delightful it is to read in his eyes how much he would like to beg for it to stop, but is too well-trained to do anything but beg for more.

The shameless scandal of it all, if they ever found out, always adds an edge to their moments together. Baldur is, of course, as close to a relationship as Oliver has had since he decided to run for Governor.

Got a little annoying to keep paying to keep rumors underwraps. Didn’t cost so much more to simply buy himself someone no one else will ever know about. An easy financial decision, nothing more.

A financial decision that knows exactly how to do that thing with his hips-

“Are you open to some questions about your personal life?” Kelly cocks her head, and her hair doesn’t move an inch. Oliver can’t help the way his eyebrows raise, very slightly. Whoever does her hair… Oliver would very much like to offer them double their wages at the studio to get them to do his hair instead.

“Oh, of course, Kelly. You know, I’ve always been an open book to my constituents, since I ran for city councilman and read my own ‘don’t ask about’ file out loud during a meeting.”

A nice bit of theater, that. He claimed to have gotten it from his opponent, but really… Oliver had written the damn thing himself. No one knows your dirty little secrets better than you do, after all.

“Yeah, I remember - I was there for that.” Kelly laughs, tucks a bit of hair behind one ear.

Oliver blinks, looking her over. He thickens his southern drawl, one of the things polls routinely find his constituents find endearing about him. Just a good old boy from Charleston, somehow finds his way to California to settle down for good. Really, it adds a hint of sincerity to all is falsehoods. “No. Impossible! You’re hardly old enough, my dear.” It sounds like idle flattery, but for once, it’s all genuine. Oliver’s been governor of this great state for nearly a decade, and was city councilman for quite some time before that, and Kelly can’t possibly have been out of school-

“I was a senior in high school,” She says, almost shyly, apparently guessing at his next question. If he were a different man, he might flirt with her. But what’s the point, when he has someone - something better, hidden away just behind that door?

“What led a senior in high school to attend a boring old city council meeting? Sure you weren’t such a good civic-minded young citizen as all that?”

She giggles a little, then glances over her shoulder, mouths something at the cameraman. Oliver can guess what. Edit that out.

Kelly Donahue doesn’t want the episode to be aired with her giggling like a schoolgirl at a bit of idle flattery. Well. Everyone has their things they like to hide, don’t they?

She has her giggle. Oliver has a teenage boy locked in his bedroom.

He almost wishes he’d had Baldur hide under the desk for this, instead. Imagines speaking with Kelly, all sincere interest and open honesty, while petting through Baldur’s soft, shining hair, hooking fingers into his collar to pull him up against Oliver’s leg… He thinks about hosting a perfectly normal interview while Baldur is drugged to dozing, right there.

He’s done it a dozen times with field trips and one-on-ones. Flirting with disaster - with the absolute chaos that would ensue if the boy were found - is exciting in ways that nothing else in Oliver’s life ever has been.

Baldur’s so very good at holding so very, very still for him, and feeling that boy shaking with energy he isn’t allowed to expend, fighting all his own instincts... Oliver had his youthful indiscretions, and there is no drug, no girl, no boy, no drink… nothing in his life, absolutely nothing, feels as good as knowing that Baldur’s entire body is begging him to move - and one word from Oliver means he can’t.

And if he does - if he breaks the order, if he cannot help but disobey it… well, then Oliver gets to do his favorite thing on Earth. He gets to tell Baldur it’s time to play a game.

Then he gets to hurt him, and hear the way he cries.

There is no power on earth like the power you could hold over another human being’s very nature, and all for a bit of money changing hands in discreet ways. Thank God for shell corporations, or he’d be in prison by now.

“Oh,” Kelly says, blushing a little, interrupting his thoughts. He ticks his smile a little wider. “I was there to argue about something with the Pledge of Allegiance, actually.”

“Ah, yes. The Young Republicans Club. I remember that whole mess.” Oliver waves on hand, gives a soft laugh. “If you’re still in contact with any of them, I do hope you’ll give them my absolute apologies for stealing their thunder that night. I promise you, Kelly, Scout’s honor-” Oliver crosses his fingers up in a little salute. He was never once in his fucking life a Boy Scout. A little money changes hands, a few documents are forged, and now he was an Eagle Scout who led community service. Funny how that works. “-I had no idea what any of the topics were going to be, I was too nerved up that night, really I was.”

“Oh, that was years ago.” She waves her hand a little, but her own smile has widened in response to his. “It’s not a problem. I was just… honestly, I didn’t see it at the time, but it was a privilege to see that kind of political theater in action.”

Oliver’s laugh is bright, and loud, and he wonders if the boy can hear it, through two doorways and a hallway’s worth of distance. If he’ll listen for the sound of his Sir’s laugh, to try and gauge when it’s over. If he’ll be waiting at the door to the bedroom, waiting to be allowed out, to be given permission to do… well, anything.

“Theater? I am wounded, Kelly. I was merely being honest-”

“Now, Oliver, I know a bit of showing off when I see it - I do plenty of it on my own.” Kelly laughs, too, and they are such good friends, Oliver and the journalists who come here to interview him. He’s a boring bit of story, honestly - a reliable progressive governor of a reliably progressive state. No wife and no kids, no scandals, no weekend indiscretions.

Governor Oliver Branch does his job and does it well. His legislature likes him, more or less. His constituency adores him. He’s been re-elected in a landslide. There’s been talk about Presidential aspirations, although Oliver’s never thought any higher than the Senate.

Senator Oliver Branch.

Now that sounds lovely, doesn’t it?

He’ll have dumped the boy by then, of course. No loose ends. The boy has plenty of skills to find himself a new keeper. Even if he doesn’t, he won’t be Oliver’s problem anymore, will he?

He’ll buy another, then.

He and Kelly chat, the interview going off without a hitch. It’s softballs all the way through, easy-to-answer questions, because no one has any difficult questions for him these days. No, Oliver is a good governor in a good state doing good things with good intentions.

Oliver smiles. The questions are easy and his approval ratings are high. There’s been some discussion about a Presidential run, although he’ll of course be bashful and refuse such an idea. His character can’t take the scrutiny, he’ll say, and everyone will laugh.

All great men have things they’d rather hide, after all.

Although perhaps not things quite like this.

Down the hall, behind a locked door, Oliver Branch’s dirty little secret sits wearing only one of Oliver’s button-ups, knobby knees curled up to his chest, collar buckled snugly around his neck.

The boy rocks and rocks, staring through the tiniest gap in the drapes over the balcony door, watching the clouds move in the sky and wondering what it would feel like to go outside.

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orangepanic · 3 years

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I saw this “100 OTP questions” by @the-moon-dust-writings and figured I'd procrastinate:

1. Who loves flower crowns more?

Neither of them really, but Asami might make Iroh wear one just to laugh at him.

2. Who is the one who likes to cuddle?

Iroh. Asami likes it, too, but he usually initiates.

3. Who has awful taste in music?

Honestly, both of them. Asami likes terrible dance music and Iroh likes obscure combinations of horns and bells and stuff from different cultures.

4. Who is the meme lover?

Asami thinks they’re funny. Iroh doesn’t quite understand.

5. How did their second date go?

Iroh tried to take Asami somewhere very fancy, but the wait was too long. They ended up making out in a shadowy doorway down the street and missing their reservation entirely. Iroh was mortified, but Asami dragged him around the corner to a low-key noodle shop that has since become their favorite restaurant.

6. How many children do they want/have?

Asami thinks about three. Iroh, as many as Asami will agree to.

7. Who hides the weapons?

Iroh hides weapons for Asami around the house so she’ll always have something on hand. In a drawer in the kitchen, on her nightstand, etc. He knows she can take care of herself… and he stashes weapons for her anyway. Asami rolls her eyes but secretly thinks it’s sweet.

8. Who is the better dancer?

Asami. She likes dancing, and learned formal dancing in school. Iroh can’t dance at all, having skipped out on all his lessons as a child after bribing his instructor. He thought dancing is boring, but likes dancing with Asami and lets her lead.

9. Do/Did they have a theme wedding?

No. They quite deliberately have a very normal wedding, including cutting out a lot of the more stuffy Fire Nation customs because Iroh doesn’t want Asami to feel out of place not having any family present.

10. What do their parents think of them dating?

Hiroshi Sato is livid, and actually tried to have Iroh assassinated from prison. His little girl, marry a firebender? A prince of the firebenders? Iroh’s parents are more accepting. Izumi initially thinks Asami is too young and gives Iroh a hard time about how quickly he got serious, but quickly comes around when it’s clear Asami is very mature for her age. Within a year Iroh’s parents are both hounding him on when he’ll make it official.

11. Are they a super sappy couple?

They are that couple everybody hates.

12. How did they get together?

They meet during the Equalist revolution, but don’t get together until long after. Iroh has a crush on Asami almost immediately, but spends forever sitting on it thinking it wasn’t the right time and trying to be friends until one day he just kind of slips up and kisses her. She kisses him back. It turns out Asami liked him, too, but she isn’t great at reading people and had no idea he was interested.

13. Who asked the other to get married?

Iroh just kind of blurts it out one day.

14. Who stays up too late and makes stupid jokes?

Asami is the night owl. Iroh makes the bad jokes.

15. Who is the nerd?

Oh my god, both of them. Asami is more of the classic nerd. Iroh is more of a dork.

16. Who knows the most obscure facts?

Iroh.

17. Who makes the other a flower crown?

Two questions about flower crowns out of 100?? Changing this to who is more dominant in bed. Asami.

18. Who likes to read?

Iroh. They both do, but he’s much more into it.

19. Who bothers the other person while the other person reads?

Asami. She has the shorter attention span.

20. Who tutors the other?

They both would in different subjects. Asami is better at math, physics, etc. Iroh is better at philosophy and languages.

21. Do they have similar taste in movies?

No. Asami likes gory slasher films and lots of action. Iroh scoffs and thinks they’re dumb. Asami, in turn, thinks his period dramas can be kind of boring, and refuses to count documentaries as movies. But there’s a healthy overlap in things like Vikings and Game of Thrones.

22. How do their personalities complement each other?

Asami helps Iroh lighten up a bit, drawing him out of his shell, and gives him an anchor and a sense of home. She’s more social than he is, and a lot of her friends eventually become his. But she’s also quiet enough and serious enough that she doesn’t tire him out and can feed his need for downtime. Iroh, in turn, loves seldom but deeply, and gives Asami the kind of fierce, unconditional love and stability she needs. He’s also genuinely interested in her projects, is smart enough to follow most of it, and is one of the only people who can occasionally beat her in Pai Sho. They have a lot of fun together just being nerds.

23. How do they tell everyone that they are going to be having a kid/adopting a child soon?

They don’t have to tell anybody. It’s all over Iroh’s face like a big neon sign.

24. Who has better fashion sense?

Asami, but not by much. She’s more up to date with trends, while Iroh’s style is clean and classic.

25. Who will punch someone out if they are rude to their partner?

Hoo boy, both of them. Do not go there.

26. What songs do they sing together in the vehicle?

Neither of them sing in the satomobile. Iroh has a decent voice, but he’s a bit private about it. Asami mostly hums.

27. What other couple would your otp get along with?

Iroh quickly becomes BFFs with Bolin. Asami and Opal aren’t quite as close, but they like each other’s company and have fun as a foursome. They also get along quite well with Pema and Tenzin.

28. Who likes to prank the other?

Iroh tries more often. Asami’s pranks are more successful.

29. Who is the one who loves to take pictures?

Iroh, though generally Korra is the picture taker in the group.

30. How would they react if they found out they were soul mates?

Iroh raises an eyebrow. “Hmm.” Asami only shrugs. They both already knew that.

31. Where would they live?

They like Republic City and decide to stay downtown, first in an apartment and eventually a larger townhouse.

32. What type of dragon would they own, if they could have one?

Whichever one Iroh made friends with. Asami is a bit wary of animals and would need him to convince her it was safe.

33. If they were both vampires, what type of vampires would they be?

The kind that live in a beautiful house with perfect collections that took hundreds of years to make. Iroh has first editions of everything in a giant library, arranged in a complex system only he understands. He’s working on his 14th language. Asami has invented artificial blood and doesn’t miss sunburns. Occasionally she’ll throw one of those big fancy vampire balls just so they can both get dressed up. They’re pretty happy.

34. What would they dress up as, for Halloween?

They once went as Lady Tienhai and the last king of Mo Ce because picking something obscure and historical was the only way to get Iroh into a costume.

35. Can they name each other’s favourite food?

Kind of. They are both really into food, so picking a favorite is hard. But if the question is can they order for one another, absolutely.

36. Do they have pet names for one another?

Asami sometimes calls Iroh “General Hotstuff” when she’s teasing. Iroh sometimes calls Asami “sex pretzel” when he’s 1000% sure they are alone.

37. How do they cheer each other up?

Asami is more of a gift giver. She’ll show up with Iroh’s favorite take-out or make him something in her workshop—anything to make him feel special and valued. Iroh is all about quality time, and will swing by Asami’s office to haul her out on surprise dates. He also gives great hugs.

38. Do they show a lot of PDA?

No. Iroh is very uncomfortable with PDA, especially when he’s in uniform. Asami follows his lead.

39. How old were they when they got together?

Asami was 19-20, Iroh 24-25.

40. Who is the one that would bring the puppy home?

Iroh, 100%. He’s such a sucker.

41. Can they do yoga couple’s poses?

Yes, though Asami is the only one who really tries.

42. What is their song?

They don’t really have one.

43. What does their room look like?

Asami moved in with Iroh, so it’s very basic. White walls, perfectly made bed, a neatly organized desk in the far corner by the window. He’s a total minimalist, having spent most of his adult life on a ship. Asami added a very fluffy comforter in *gasp* a color and lots of pillows.

44. Who would be the one to kill zombies while the other keeps them grounded?

They’d take turns, and at some point Asami would turn it into a contest.

45. Who makes the other breakfast in bed?

Iroh. Asami is a terrible cook.

46. Who loves kids more?

Iroh.

47. Do either of them have a crazy ex?

Not crazy, but Iroh and his ex are not on good terms. He doesn’t like to talk about it.

48. What are their favourite colours?

Asami, purple. Iroh, black. He gets annoyed when people get him so much red stuff.

49. Who likes to cook?

Iroh. He fired Asami from the kitchen, something they are both grateful for.

50. Who is the forgetful one?

Asami.

51. Does either of them know how to fight?

Have you met these people?

52. What do they do for Valentines Day?

Iroh would probably plan something elaborate for them to go out. Asami would plan something sexy for when they got home.

53. Who swears more?

Asami, at least out loud. Iroh mostly swears under his breath.

54. Who has the better comebacks?

Asami. It’s not even close.

55. Who would start a fight with another parent at a bake sale?

Probably Asami, unless it was about the kids. If anyone comes for Iroh’s kids, they’d better hide.

56. Who reads buzzfeed?

Asami.

57. Who is the hopeless romantic?

Iroh, hands down.

58. Do either of them know how to do a handstand?

Asami can manage it.

59. Who can rap better?

Asami, though Iroh is the only one who actually listens to rap.

60. Do either of them want to go sky diving?

Asami would love to. Iroh laughs. “Been there.”

61. What do they usually text about?

Some version of “I miss you” or random pictures of stuff. They generally only text when Iroh is away as they’re both busy during the day.

62. Who is the dramatic one?

Asami has a shorter fuse. Iroh is more ridiculous when he loses his shit.

63. Is either one confrontational?

Not really.

64. What is their favourite cuddle position?

Asami will lay on top of Iroh on the couch like a sandwich. It’s the only position she seems to be able to nap in.

65. Who are their favourite musical artist(s)?”

See above about terrible taste in music.

66. What are their parenting styles?

Iroh covers a lot of the basics. He sets a schedule, makes lunches, tells bedtime stories, is more likely to help with the homework. Asami is the one who gets them around and does most of the interacting with teachers, other parents, etc. They share things fairly equally.

67. Who would be the more laid back one?

Iroh.

68. Who listens to more vulgar music?

Asami.

69. Do either of them have secrets even the other doesn’t know?

Yes. Asami can be secretive about some of her projects, both out of an abundance of caution but also because she likes a big reveal. Iroh keeps some past relationship stuff close, and will occasionally read a steamy romance novel for “tips.”

70. Who is their go to couple for a double date?

Bolin and Opal

71. Do they tip the waiter/waitress on their date?

Iroh tips very well.

72. How do they work out a fight?

Asami yells. Iroh yells back. One of them storms off. The other one waits about half an hour then goes to find them, usually with an offering of food. There are hugs. Somebody cries. Then they finally talk it out before falling asleep together.

73. Who brings home an illegal pet?

Asami. She is less likely to have a pet, but if she does, it’s going to be a weird one.

74. What side of the bed do each of them sleep on?

Iroh is on the side by the window because he likes to get up with the sun.

75. What is their favorite photo of them two together?

There’s a photo Korra took at the beach where Iroh has Asami thrown over his shoulder right before dunking her in the water. This is the picture he takes with him when he’s deployed.

76. Who takes longer in the bathroom?

Asami.

77. Who has more songs on their ipod?

Iroh. If you can call them songs.

78. What movie did they first see together?

Iroh took her to Last Days of the Sun Warriors. She fell asleep. He said the book was better.

79. What do they like to see each other in?

Asami thinks Iroh’s butt looks great in jeans. Iroh got Asami a red silk robe from the Fire Nation and likes to see it fall off.

80. Who makes jokes during inappropriate times?

Iroh.

81. At what age do they discuss the possibility of children?

Mid-20s, though they don’t have them until a little later.

82. What do they love about each other the most?

Iroh likes that Asami is tough and smart and a problem-solver. Asami likes that Iroh is kind and brave and has a strong moral compass.

83. Who is the one that sees the big picture, while the other focus’s on the small details?

They are both big picture people, which is sometimes a problem. Of the two, Asami is probably better at details, but she’s also forgetful.

84. What would they write on their partner’s social media’s for their anniversary?

Asami would probably put up a picture of them and say something brief but sweet. Iroh doesn’t really understand social media and would just paste a heart-eyes emoji.

85. Who is bad at math?

Iroh. He’s not bad, per se, but Asami is very, very good.

86. Who googles everything?

Asami.

87. Who does stuff on impulse?

Both of them in different ways. Asami is generally more flexible. Iroh usually has a plan but makes big decisions completely off the cuff.

88. How do they comfort each other when they are helpless to do anything about the situation?

Lots of physical touch. Iroh will kind of just wrap himself around her in one giant, whole body hug. Asami will spend some time cursing out whomever is causing the issue, then let him lay his head in her lap and give Iroh a good head scratch or massage.

89. What is an inside joke they have?

There was one time they had sex in Asami’s office at Future Industries, so occasionally she’ll drop things like, “feel like coming by the office?” with a suggestive eyebrow waggle. Iroh is, predictably, very embarrassed. Also interested.

90. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

Asami: *exists* Iroh: *smiles*

91. What is their favourite holiday?

New Years is a big deal in the Fire Nation. Iroh loves his family and likes going home, and Asami has grown to love it almost as much.

92. Who is the one that is calm and collected while the other is angry and destructive?

They take turns. Both of them can have quite a temper when pushed too hard.

93. What is their favourite board game to play?

They’re both big Pai Sho fans, but can get into any kind of strategy game. Nobody really likes to play them though, they're too good.

94. Who accidentally sets something on fire?

Asami. Iroh hasn’t had a fire accident since he was four.

95. Who has the car ready while the other is robbing the store?

Asami. She’d rob the store, too, but no way is she letting Iroh drive.

96. What artist/group did they go to for their first concert?

Iroh booked a private box at the Republic City Opera, thinking that was an impressive thing he should do on a date. It turns out neither of them like opera, and by the end they were both making fun of it.

97. Who sleep talks?

Asami. Iroh thinks it’s funny.

98. Who is the more social one?

Asami, by a long shot.

99. What are their karaoke songs?

Neither of them would really sing karaoke, but Iroh cannot hold his liquor like at all so if he ever got really plastered Asami might be able to drag him up there. By which point he’d be too far gone to have an opinion on the song and would sing just about anything.

100. Who would get up on stage and make a fool of themselves just to make the other laugh?

Asami.

#irosami #this is all canon now #kidding

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qiankunfics · 3 years

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JohnKun Masterlist Part 2

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1. Morning Warmth by nininuggetFandoms:NCT (Band)

Summary: Waking up besides both of his favorite persons is Johnny's best part of his day. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

2. lucky by 10vesick

Summary: How did Kun ever get so lucky to find someone who loves him to the same extent that he loves them? Rating: General Status: One-shot

3. little red by madcity (johnshuaa)

Summary: All Kun wants to do is bring his cookies to his grandmother, but he keeps getting intercepted by a peculiar man with a dreadful smirk and honey eyes. Rating: Explicit Status: One-shot

4. baby, we're the new romantics by nonamebut

Summary: In conclusion: Johnny and Kun like each other. Rating: Teen Status: One-shot

5. Distant Strangers by Sakunade

Summary: Johnny recently hired a new assistant at his office, and he can't help how irresistible he is, and finds himself falling into the deep-set dimples faster than he realizes. Rating: Mature Status: On-going

6. Poco a Poco a Poquito by taeyongsan

Summary: Johnny has never been interested in a student's parent but Kun Qian proved to be an attraction that Johnny couldn't shake. Rating: General Status: One-shot

7. Sunrise, Sunset by Tinywriterfairy

Summary: Johnny and Kun are perfectly normal neighbors, except one's a vampire and the other's a god. And neither wants the other to know. What could possibly go wrong? Rating: Teen Status: One-shot

8. take me anywhere by wentz

Summary: Johnny and Kun meet at a New Year’s Party. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

9. Moonflower by almostkun

Summary: In the darkest hours of the night, his feelings have bloomed. His love for Johnny hides in the shadows, atop of every tree and deep under the river. Rating: General Status: One-shot

10. home by seonho

Summary: Single Dad Kun meets his son’s new best friend’s dad, Johnny. Rating: Teen Status: One-shot

11. like clarity (you came to me) by andthencoffee (yawawoo)

Summary: Galaxy war veterans Kun and Johnny spend a day at the beach of a faraway planet and find that they may like each other more than the waves. Rating: Teen Status: One-shot

12. ignite me by gabilliam (vvhymack)

Summary: Co-workers Kun and Johnny where Kun is in love with Johnny and enters into a FWB situation with him. Rating: Explicit Status: Completed

13. the not so lonely star by miraclegarden

Summary: Kun was just another star in the sky, who fell in love with a human named Johnny. Rating: General Status: One-shot

14. Premonition by 10vesick

Summary: It's overwhelming, how he can't explain at all how it makes him feel. It’s overwhelming, and quite honestly, a little scary. Rating: Explicit Status: One-shot

15. give me one good honest kiss (and i'll be alright) by nctyou

Summary: Kun is King and Johnny is his secret not-so-secret. Rating: General Status: One-shot

16. A Night To Remember by tronnorwolfstar

Summary: Where Kun and Johnny meet, but not under the most ideal circumstances. Rating: Teen Status: On-going

17. Making the Most of the Night by cobalamincosel

Summary: It's NYE in NYC, and Johnny just wants to welcome it with Kun. Rating: Teen Status: One-shot

18. Starry Night by lunalius

Summary: Kun is definitely trying too hard, but Johnny doesn't mind. Rating: General Status: One-shot

19. There Are Stars by taeyongsan

Summary: Stars were always there. One just had to know how to find them. Johnny was lucky enough to have found them. Rating: General Status: One-shot

20. Big Boys Like Butt Stuff Too by bunnykingdy

Summary: Professor Qian Kun is Johnny's mandarin teacher, a confident, well liked gentleman who is coincidentally but not really, Johnny's crush. And for some reason, Kun seems to return his feelings?? Rating: Explicit Status: One-shot

21. Of I Love You's and Promises by jiwrites

Summary: The five times Johnny says "I love you" and the one time Kun says it back. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

22. hum hallelujah by wentz

Summary: “Father.” Johnny's hands rest on the priest’s thighs. “Let me suck you off.” Rating: Explicit Status: One-shot

23. used to it by junxiao

Summary: kun, johnny and their band mates end up having to all sleep in the same room. nobody can get any sleep because johnny’s snoring incredibly loud... except for kun, who's completely used to it. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

24. dealing with you / i do with caution by milkywei

Summary: Johnny is finally back in his hometown but his heart's home is still miles away from him. Rating: General Status: One-shot

25. I can't take my eyes off of you because my fond looks are always for you by cherrycitrus_blossom

Summary: JohnKun get together. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

26. Tea Talk by CryptidLuna

Summary: Johnny is on cleaning duty while Kun takes the boys out for a play date. Rating:General Status: One-Shot

27. malamente by gashinas

Summary: Kun helps Johnny with stress relief (of sorts). Rating: Explicit Status: One-shot

28. spoiled sweetheart by cheapdreams

Summary: Kun had missed Korea. Rating: Explciit Status: One-Shot

29. Ink by lamarina

Summary: Vampire Kun with Human Johnny Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

30. Genesis by dojaegay

Summary: Doctor Johnny with Unit KN010196l Rating: Explicit Status: On-going

31. the most beautiful moment in my life by awhalenamedblue

Summary: Johnny and Kun in Fujian Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot

32. Obvious by lunalius

Summary: Exam season is dumb decisions extravaganza. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

33. From the Ground Up by cobalamincosel

Summary: Kun and Johnny are two lonely strangers who meet at a beach. They don’t believe in fate but maybe they should. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

34. as the days go by by saelium

Summary: johnny thinks spring will always be beautiful, because of him. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

35. it may be love. by RedamancyEffect

Summary: johnny loses his ways seeing kun in his sweater. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

36. Counting Sheep (And The Days Until You're Mine Again) by kiwiiChan

Summary: Johnny’s a single dad and has to go buy diapers for his son at 3AM so he wakes up his neighbor to take care of the baby. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

37. A Matter of Patience by cobalamincosel

Summary: Kun is happy. People come through with coughs and colds and a sprain here or there, all simple— until Johnny. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot Trigger: Injuries

38. Secret Rendezvous. by softyjseo

Summary: Seo Johnny. Everyone knows him as the lead guitarist of the band The Hour Is Ours. Touring the world and sharing everything with fans, no one suspects him of having secrets, Rating: General Status: One-shot

39. callin' by gashinas

Summary: The first time Kun makes Johnny come with only words is innocent enough. The second time it happens, Johnny’s really not expecting it. Rating: Explicit Status: One-shot

40. little by little, soaked into my veins by aeroplaneseok

Summary: PWP of Kun giving his puppy a treat, or to be more precise, multiple orgasms. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

41. Hands by criesmom

Summary: Johnny and Kun have been on two dates, (three, if you count going to the club with their friends). The alcohol gives them some ideas. Rating: Explicit Status: One-shot

42. Aubade by makbaes (gentlemindedlostgirl)

Summary: Kun, meanwhile, is a young man with a big heart, good intentions, and a toddler who needs him. Rating: Teen Status: Completed

43. Points of Contact by lunalius

Summary: Kun is very tactile, and Johnny suffers for it. Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot

44. The First Day by violetpeche

Summary: Johnny's proposal to Kun on New Year's Eve doesn't go exactly as planned, but it all works out in the end. Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot

45. Our Old Story by sunlariums

Summary: After years of being away, Kun returns home to memories he thought forgotten, and a voice that reminds him of the past. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

46. Flowers In Your Chest by sunlariums

Summary: The one where Johnny has a crush on his unattainable roommate, and hanahaki disease isn't helping at all. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

47. you’re the one (for me) by stilinscry

Summary: kun doesn’t plan on falling in love a second time, the universe has other plans Rating: General Status: One-Shot

48. Parenting 101 by makbaes (gentlemindedlostgirl)

Summary: Chenle is normally a good kid. But his woodshop teacher, Mr. Seo, has been sending Kun emails about how his son has been acting out lately. So it's time for a parent-teacher conference. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

49. All I Want For Christmas Is For My Best Friends To Be Boyfriends by eggboyksoo

Summary: Doyoung’s well-intentioned mistletoe may have led to the one thing he actually wanted: the Rise of Johnkun. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

50. under the night sky by softsuna

Summary: Johnny was set to marry Princess Jieqiong, but falling for her brother wasn't part of the equation Rating: General Status: One-Shot

#johnkun #masterlist #part 2 #kun #qian kun

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keep-it-i-resign · 3 years

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Fic Writer Asks

tagged by the lovely @vampcoffeegyrl23 I am soooo sorry this has taken over a week! I promise I was just busy away from my computer and using mobile is not the way to go about answering these! 😅

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

6 on AO3 and 6 on ffn.net. I haven't used the ffn.net account in years, i.e 2013 (and therefore my user name isn't even the same) so those 6 stories are different from my AO3 ones. I don't post most of what I write and now that I'm in my mid-20s with a few published papers behind me - I'm much more confident in my ability to write a cohesive and interesting story so expect more posted!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

17,425 words which isn't bad for only 6 fics with two of those stories having additional chapters coming soon.

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On AO3? Just 1, which is The Flash and by extension Stargate SG-1 for the crossover I did for Snowells Week this year. Counting ffn.net that's 3 more with Castle, Doctor Who, and Firefly. Over my lifetime of writing fic for myself? I think only 7 more. Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis, Sanctuary, Harry Potter, Star Trek: Voyager, Star Trek: TNG, and Left 4 Dead. Left 4 Dead isn't much of a fanfic but I did use the zombie types as place holders in an original story until I developed my own.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I'll Be Waiting (The Flash - Caitlin/Harry)

Well... This is Awkward (The Flash - Caitlin/Harry, Frost/Nash, Caitlin/Nash, and Frost/Harry)

Rewind Time (The Flash - Caitlin/Harry)

Through the Gate (The Flash/Stargate SG-1 - Caitlin/Eowells)

Harvest Season (The Flash - Caitlin/Harry)

5. What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I don't write angst much and I haven't posted many stories yet but of the ones posted I guess "I'll Be Waiting" is the angstiest.

6. What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

"Well...This is Awkward" has a pretty happy ending with everyone alive and together. Or maybe "Twilight of the Gods" because ReverseSnow/ReverseFrost happens and there is hope of bringing everything lost back and balance the universe again. I guess it depends on your definition of what constitutes as a happy ending. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you've written?

I've only written one - The Flash/Stargate SG-1 crossover. I don't normally think about crossovers just because the shows I watch are so vastly different they can't really work or they are already in the same universe with the canon crossovers. I'm also not always a fan of reading them because they can get chaotic quick and characterization takes a dive in order to fit characters into other universes/situations. I admire anyone who can write it well though!

As a side note: I did have a thought about a Snowells into the Arkham universe fic just because I have been replaying the Batman Arkham video games which I might give a shot at.

8. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

👀I wrote one smutty story years ago and it's terrible because I was young and naïve. I haven't tried recently but I'm not opposed to giving it a shot now. I have a few ideas on a prompt list I have for Snowells already so it's really a matter of when will I get to it!

9. Do you respond to comments. why or why not?

I do when I can! I like to get feedback from my readers and having an open dialogue of what they liked or disliked is important for me! I want to know what my audience enjoyed and what to improve on! Responding to them also shows them I saw that they said and appreciate what they had to say! 🥰

10. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Surprisingly - no, even on my old and terribly written stuff. I'm perfectly open to criticism but hate? If you don't like it, you don't like it but others might. Why spend the time spreading negativity when the world has enough of it?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

As far as I know - no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but given enough time I could probably translate mine. It would be grammatically atrocious because I rarely translate from English into any of the languages I know. It's normally the other way around! I'd definitely need a Beta who is fluent to correct my mistakes.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but it's definitely something I'd try! I co-wrote an original story with a few friends of mine years ago in high school and enjoyed it. I like the idea of getting to talk and bounce ideas off of someone who enjoys the same fandoms and character as me! I haven't really done that since I grew apart from one of my friends from high school who I did that with.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

What kind of question is this? Do people actually have an ultimate ship? Is that even possible? I have ships from several fandoms and sometimes multiple ships within a fandom. Most of the time I have a main ship from a fandom but that doesn't mean I discount any of the other ones that I or others enjoy as well. I'll throw out a few that I still got out and read for in order of what I read most often (either new stuff or re-reads) to what I read occasionally, at least according to my AO3 favorite tags.

Snowells (all variations) - The Flash

Jack O'Neill/Sam Carter - Stargate SG-1

Helen Magnus/Nikola Tesla - Sanctuary

Harry/Hermione - Harry Potter

William Murdoch/Julia Ogden - Murdoch Mysteries

Phil/ Melinda - Agents of SHIELD

Kathryn Janeway/Tom Paris - Star Trek: Voyager

Kate Fleming/Steve Arnott - Line of Duty

I will occasionally go check what kind of fics the fandom writes when I start a show just out of curiosity. Sometimes you can tell if there is fandom hate between ships by doing so and I know to steer clear, especially if I ship a lesser ship/non-canon ship. Also - the number of canon-divergence or rewrites will tell you if the shows writers start being ridiculous *cough* The Flash *cough* and whether it's worth getting attached at all.

15. What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Hoo boy. I have a drive full of them. Most of which aren't even close to being posted. My biggest one right now is a complete re-write of The Flash dealing with a what if scenario of Earth-1 Tess Morgan being pregnant the night that Thawne kills them both and he chooses to birth the kid rather than let it die with her. It's set a few years earlier (so 18/19 years stuck in the past rather than the original 15 that the show has it) so the kid isn't Jesse but it changes how season 1 plays out and definitely how season 2 plays out when Harry finds out about the kid while dealing with the Jesse/Zoom issue. Plus it's Snowells too and I want to deal with Barry's mistakes and the consequences of them better than the show did since the show just kind of brushes them off? For some reason? I wanted things to have a little more consequence because some of the mistakes made are egregious and then they acted like it never happened which bothers me. It's a beast of a project and I'm - unfortunately- a perfectionist and a completionist. I'm thinking an episode per chapter rewrite but right now it's in bits and pieces and a lot of notes on how episodes would play out differently with an added character and dynamic.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and scene positioning. I can write out the dialogue for a story quickly with the bare bones of the scene and movements playing out. After that, it takes me ages to expand the scene and fill in the bits between speaking lines because I can see the piece play out in my head and putting that to paper accurately and engagingly without being overwhelming is a multi-layered process.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Some of this is normal, you know, like grammar and spelling. My brain moves faster than I type so words or bit of phrases end up missing and I later have to fix it. I'm also a Southerner who grew up watching a ton of British shows so a lot of the way I phrase things isn't commonly used anywhere. I have to spend a lot of time double checking things like that. I think my biggest one is not knowing how to end stories satisfactorily. I haven't posted many fics because it's hard to post them when you don't know how to wrap everything up.

18. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

It depends on whether it's an established part of a character or story and whether or not I'm comfortable with the language. Like with Sherloque - it's established he'll say something in French and then repeat it in English. I took 3 years of French so I'm comfortable writing it and it fits the character and situation. But take Cisco, we know he speaks Spanish, but it's never really shown in the show. So fics that I've read where he breaks into Spanish can be distracting as we've never seen him do it - even in dire circumstances. I also never took Spanish in school and I only know rudimentary pieces (I took Mandarin and Latin instead), so I'm unlikely to use it in any fic I write unless the circumstances warrant it (say - Cisco is talking to a grandparent or a meta struggling with English).

But again, it depends on the situation, what we know of the character, and how comfortable I am with the language enough to get it correct and in character. Any fic writer who can get the situation and character down while using a secondary language, and not make it distracting deserves applause!

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Hit me with a hard one why don't you? 🤣 I think it was Stargate SG-1 or maybe it was Stargate Atlantis. You're asking me to think back over a decade and a half ago to when I started reading and writing fic at the tender age of 7 or 8. I'm fairly certain it was one of those two fandoms and it might've been a crossover. I do remember writing part of it on an old Gateway computer running Windows '98 with a glass monitor that was mine and my sisters. The other half was written on an electric type-writer that I owned because this was before laptops were widely available and affordable.

20. What's your favorite fic you've written?

It's a tie between "Twilight of the Gods" and "I'll Be Waiting". "Twilight of the Gods" because I got to show off a few of my degrees (History and Classics, I couldn't shoehorn in my others but they are science related and that doesn't quite fit that story). "I'll Be Waiting" is a favorite because it's a big middle finger to whoever / collective group wrote The Flash season 7. I'm still pissed off at how the Wells plotline was dealt with and let's not get started on the whole Chillblaine/Kramer/Forces as kids of WA plots (ewwwwwww 🤢). I'd need a whole new post to talk about how tired I am of the WA kids showing up (because screw how that'll effect the timeline, right?) and the reliance on the future to drive what decisions are made (because, again, screw how bad that would be for the timeline - it's not like we have seen how much that effects things before right?) 😒

Phew.....That was longer than I expected, honestly, but a lot of fun!

Tagging whoever wants to talk about their works because you are all wonderful people who should get a chance to share!

#20 questions #writer asks #fandom things #fanfic #Snowells

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #421

“hunted by hundreds and never to be caught / descent to wander, bring terror and take 'em all beyond”

Which do you prefer, donut holes, jelly filled donuts or normal donuts? Normal donuts. When you get old, are you going to make a will? I mean probably. Ever made your own definition for something on Urban Dictionary? No. What do you call your grandparents? "Grammy" and "Grampa." Do you like weddings? Not especially because I'm a bitter fuck. Do you want to live in a dorm in college? I never wanted to, so I never did. Have you ever had your tonsils taken out? No. Are you single/taken/crushing/confused? Single/confused. Is your best friend single? Yes. Is your first real best friend still there for you? I mean we have one another on Facebook, but that's the extent of it. Do you still care for your first love? Very much. I hope he's doing okay since his mother passed. What color is your blanket? Navy with black swirls. Are you listening to music right now? Yes. I am obseeeeeessed with Alissa White-Gluz's cover of Powerwolf's "Demons Are a Girl's Best Friend." Have you ever felt as if you lost your one true love? I feel like that all the time. But I should add that I don't believe there is JUST ONE person designed for you. There are way, way too many people on this earth to have just a single, perfect match. Which do you like better: Bowser, Mario, Luigi, or Princess Peach? Well I mean I always picked Luigi in Mario Kart, so I got a bias, ha ha. How many tattoos do you have? Six. Plenty, PLENTY more to come, though. Would you ever consider getting a mohawk? No. What do you like to do most in your free time? Do random shit on the computer. What’s your work title? Unemployed. Do you pay rent? I don't. What was the reason behind the last time you wore a bandage? I cut my finger opening up a cup of yogurt. Yes, I'm serious. What music artist have you listened to a lot lately? Powerwolf, lately. And Motionless In White. Who is taller, you or your best friend? Me. When was the first time you ever listened to your favorite music artist? Well, as a little kid, Mom would play some Ozzy in the car occasionally, and I actually loved "Perry Mason" so much that I would ask for her to play it. Growing up I'd obviously heard "Crazy Train" through random things, but I never truly listened to him until I got into middle school and went through my mother's CD case, discovering new music as I got into rock and metal. Do/did your siblings cause trouble? Nah, not really. If your siblings are old enough, what do they do for work? I honestly don't remember my half-siblings' positions, but my immediate younger sister is a children's social worker, and my older sis is a mammographer. Have you ever been jealous of your siblings? Jealous, no. Envious, extremely. They know what the hell they're doing with their lives and making shit happen. Do you still live with your parent/s or do you live alone/with a partner? I live with my mother. What feeling do you have the most difficulty in expressing? Jealousy. How do you think you would handle yourself in a crisis situation? Freeze up and probably die lol. Does any particular season make you happier than others? Why/why not? Yes, autumn. It's not hot as fuck, the air always feels so fresh to me, and I love the many colors of fall. It's just... chill. Can you adapt to change easily? Any examples? FUCK. NO. Do you see yourself as worthy of love? Why/why not? This answer can change from "yes, because I'm a good human" to "fuck no because I'm worthless" in 0.5 seconds. Do you think you are competitive? Do you really dislike losing? Not in general, but I can be in some areas. What would you be famous for? Fuck if I know. If you had to, would you rather dye your hair red or black? Red. I loved my hair when it actually took red dye well. What do you typically do on Easter Day? Go to my older sister's house. Have you ever viewed the moon through a telescope? No. Do you normally finish one book before starting another? Always. If you were given the chance to be immortal, would you take it? Heeeeeell no. Would you pierce your nipples for $100? Almost certainly yes; I mean that's $100 for something I can just take out if I don't like it. Have you ever dated someone who had a child? No. Would you ever consider adoption? Even if I wanted a child, no. I know I would need either the blood connection or for the child to be my partner's that I truly love. Do you tend to go for guys/girls with certain eye/hair colors? No, I really don't care how you look on the outside. Do you know anyone who plays guitar? Yes. Do you live within an hour of the ocean? More like two hours. What are you currently sitting/laying on? My bed. Have you ever dated a friend of one of your siblings? No. Did you have an imaginary friend as a child? An imaginary wolf, yeah. Which parent do you look most like? My mom, I think. Ever failed a test? Yes. That's all I did in algebra during my last college attempt. Do you have any friends who are famous? No. Your most recent ex breaks down and tells you they love you, what do you do? Well I know she loves me as a friend, but idk if she still does romantically, but either way, I'd tell her I love her too and ask if I can do anything for her. You and your last ex: who should hate who? Neither of us. We have a perfectly fine relationship. Do you believe you pick who you fall in love with? Definitely not. Last thing you ate? I had a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast. Are you obsessed with someone? *discreetly eyes Markiplier* If you had to write a brief message on a dollar bill that many people would eventually see as the currency circulates, what message would you write? I'd have to think longer on this, but definitely something about not putting so much worth into the money and not allowing greed to rule the individual. What serves as the greatest motivation for you in your daily life? The hope for a happy, prosperous future. If you were a multimillionaire, what do you believe you would be doing at this very moment? Well, it's morning and this is my prime time to really just chill and do my first scope of the Internet, so I'd probably be in a beautiful house in the woods of the mountains by a beautiful waterfall. I'd have the windows down to listen to nature, make sure via AC if necessary that it's cool... Damn, that sounds nice. If you could have a cookie jar full of anything you wanted, except money or cookies, what would it be full of? Hm. Perhaps a very motivational quote that I'd draw each day, kind of like fortune cookies, but actually good and applicable, ha ha. If someone were looking for you in a bookstore, in what section would they be most likely to find you? YA or fiction. If your ex came up to you and asked you to take them back, what would you say? Anyone but Jason or Sara would be an automatic "no." Jason would have to really prove himself. Sara, I'd be willing, but would ask her if that's what she really wants given our positions right now. Do you think Ke$ha is annoying? I don't know anything about her personally. I actually liked her music back in the day, even when I was all about metal. Last time you were hit on? No idea. Do you ever write in pencil any more? I always do if I have that option. I don't like that you can't erase with a pen. If you HAD to get a piercing (not ears) what would you get? At this current time, my right nostril again. What do you wish you had more knowledge about? Politics. Would you ever get someone's name tattooed on you? Noooo. Do you have a lot of scars? Yes. I scar very easily. Have you ever had stitches? Twice. Have you ever dealt with a divorce or parents fighting or any kind of abuse at home? Before my parents divorced, there was a lot of fighting. Do you remember the person you first kissed? Of course I do. Have you ever kissed someone you weren’t dating? No. Who was the last person you fell asleep with? Sara. Have you ever listened to music you hated just to fit in? "Hated," no. I just tried to get into bands that I just couldn't, but didn't hate. Ever been called babe? Yeah. What is your favorite Pop-Tart flavor? Chocolate sundae. Have you ever made your parents cry? Yeah, sadly. Do you wear glasses? Yeah. And yet I'm still blind with 'em. Have you ever made out with somebody on a bed? Yeah. Are you tan? Most definitely not. How did you meet the last person you texted? She kinda like, gave birth to me. Next big event? My nephew's fifth birthday. Ugh, how is he getting that old. Do you think you have to be skinny in order to be beautiful? Fuck off, no. There are some gorgeous/attractive plus-sized people. Have you ever made out on a couch? Yes. Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry? Oh god, she witnessed me sob once. Would you ever get gauged ears? I want very small gauges in my bottom earlobe piercings. What is your favorite sushi? Ew. Have you ever been in a school talent show? What for? Noooo sir. What were you like at 17? Oh god... so sad and yet so happily, madly in love at the same time. I both love and hate that era. Tell us about your worst date. Haven't really had a bad one. I had one with Tyler that was an adventure that most would consider awful (flat tire, had to walk in the whipping wind), but I had fun, ha ha. What should be illegal that isn’t already? I dunno. What’s the song you most wish you had written? Probably John Lennon's "Imagine." What is the worst break up you have experienced? Y'ALL KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW. Do your parents wish you were more successful? Oh, I am CERTAIN they do. They'd never admit it, I'm sure, but I know I'm disappointing. I had so much promise in school. Has a significant other called you unattractive before? WOW, no. Has a significant other ever called you by the wrong name? omg no Have you ever caught someone doing something bad? Cheating on their bf, yes. Has a dentist ever screwed up on anything when working on you? No, I don't think so. What is the worst birthday you have ever had? My 16th. I felt very, very unloved. I don't even like going into it. Have you ever been spit on by a llama? No. Have you ever locked yourself out of your car/house? The house, yes. With my elderly dog with arthritis, in the middle of winter after a good snow. I was freezing, sitting on the front porch and eventually crying. My phone was inside so I couldn't reach my mom, who was at work. As night came, I finally broke and went down the street knocking on my neighbors' doors, and probably the worst fucking one opened. With a gun in his hand. He was apparently an ex-sheriff, and he clearly didn't trust me. He was kind enough to let Teddy, who was incontinent and marked territory, inside (thank fuck he didn't pee in the guy's house), and he gave me a jacket, but Christ, we played 20 goddamn questions to see if I was legit, I'm assuming. I was beyond thankful when Mom finally got there when I used his phone to call her. And as it turned out? The door wasn't even fucking locked, our old dog just jammed the hell outta it by jumping. I was so, so pissed.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''beast of gévaudan'' by powerwolf

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gloriafc · 4 years

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Paul imprinting on Bella's older cousin

You were reluctant to follow your younger cousin, but you promised your uncle you'd watch over her when she went into her depressive state.

Of course he trusted you with her clumsy self since you're a surgeon and can fix up any of her bumps and bruises.

"Bella I get he's your best friend but do you think this is the best idea?" "You don't get it Y/N. You wouldn't understand. He's all I have left."

You start to worry when you see a buff guy carrying your cousin into the Emergency room.

"Y/N you don't have to worry, Jacob was there. I'm fine." "Does this look fine to you Bella. You show up in the ER with a cut half the size of your forehead. You have your dad worried everyday, and we can all tell something is going on with you. And now you're crashing motorcycles. Yeah that looks perfectly fine to me."

Of course Bella constantly shows up at your house to ensure you won't tell her dad about the bikes. She goes as far as dragging you with her and her now different looking best friend on your day off. They both drag you to a small house where a couple of boys start teasing Jake. A female catches your eye, she moves to hug Bella before turning to you, making you notice everyone staring especially one guy.

“Hi, I’m Emily.” “Y/N” “Bella’s cousin right? Jake told us about you.”

Emily quickly pulls you in, becoming quick friends. You find yourself heading over to gossip often, Bella going with you to see Jake. Sam becoming comfortable enough having you around all the time because it makes Emily happy.

Of course since you’re around all the time you’ve gotten to know everyone else well enough. You’ve had dinner with them enough times to think of them as friends.

With time everyone tells you about the pack and about the imprint, one of the main reasons is because the Cullens are back and they worry something could happen to you.

“Wait how is that possible?” “Y/N I know it the whole imprint process can be confusing.” “No not that. I spent years studying anatomy and you just told me your bones move and shift on their own and you turn into giant dogs. How is that possible?”

Of course you take the time to talk about the imprint. At first you find it weird that Paul is only 19 and you’re 24. But eventually you get over it. And start a relationship with him.

The entire pack actually find it interesting when they find out new things about you. In turn they let you study their wolves where you slowly become their in-home nurse. Re-breaking and setting any bones they break when they fight each other.

“Wait so you’re like a genius?” “...” “Stop looking at the medical magazine and answer me!” “Jared. I will break all of your ribs and let them set wrong. Yes I’m a genius, I graduated medical school at 17. I’m twenty-four and Chief of Trauma with a photographic memory. Any more questions about how smart I am?” “Can you help me with my science homework?”

Eventually you learn about the Cullens being vampires, and you quickly grow past it knowing Carlisle as your mentor before he left.

Paul finds himself at your house often, not wanting to go home. He loves watching how calm you look while studying or talking about surgery in general. You know he doesn’t fully understand but you appreciate the fact that he listens more than any boyfriend you’ve had before.

Your relationship is filled with constant teasing.

"Babe you need to grow. The whole bed on the floor thing is not working for me." "Then go sleep somewhere else." "Why do you hate me?!" "You're a pain in my ass." "In my defense it's a nice ass."

Sometimes you forget he’s five years younger than you. You often find yourself asking him to stay the night knowing he doesn’t want to go home anyways. The two of you will stay up talking about his problems at home, the way he talks makes him seem so much older with everything his dad has made him deal with.

You slowly find yourself falling in love with everything about him, even his short temper.

You're the first one to say I love you. Shortly after Paul admits he's wanted to say it for a while but never knew how you felt since you have a different mentality about relationships, being older and all.

"Babe I love you and everything but if you touch me with your cold doctor hands again I'll stick you in the furnace."

Jared constantly teases you about being out of Paul's league to get a rise out of him.

"Hey Y/N if your last boyfriend was a surgeon, what made you fall for this flea bag?"

Paul occasionally brings you lunch when you’ve been busier at work, reminding you to take a break so you don’t over work yourself.

Of course when the colder months start to come you’re always at work so you don’t go around as often, resulting in some of the newer pack members not knowing who you are. You end up meeting them when Emily gets into a car accident, a car sliding on the ice into hers. Since you're there to ID her the nurses quickly call Sam down resulting in the whole pack and tribal council sitting in the waiting room as you perform her surgery. When everything is done and she's stable you make your way down to the waiting room, Paul and Sam are the first ones standing. You can just see all the stress on Sam's face.

"Is she okay?" "She had multiple blows to her head from her car flipping. Broken ribs and a broken leg. She's stable right now, we put her into a medically induced coma to help her heal without extra stress, we'll wake her up in a couple days. She'll probably have a slight case of amnesia but it should wear off shortly after waking up. She'll be fine."

Sam quickly pulls you into a bone crushing hug whispering thank you into your ear. Hearing his voice crack brings tears to your eyes once you remember you just operated on one of your best friends.

You manage to pull some strings and Emily is put into a bigger room so multiple people can see her at once, knowing she enjoys being around everyone. Once you see Sam start to cry at the sight of her sleeping all bandaged up you quickly leave the room with tears in your eyes. You make it down the hallway before you have to lean against the wall, tears streaming down your face and unable to breathe. You quickly feel arms wrap around you making you turn and grip Paul's shirt as you slowly feel yourself loose control of your emotions.

"It's okay. She's okay. You saved her." "She looked so bad." "She probably did. But because of you she's alive." "She almost died on that table. She almost died and it would've been my fault if she didn't make it." "Don't think that. Don't think about her dying. And don't think about it being your fault. You were here and you did your job. You're not the person who crashed into her car. You're the one who brought her back to us."

You're the person who takes her out of her coma. Of course the entire pack is there. Her entire room filled with flowers, balloons, and cards.

When she wakes up she cries when she sees your face. At first you think she's going into shock but she just grabs you pulling you into a hug.

"I remember going in and out of consciousness. I remember seeing you. I could hear you telling the nurses to call Sam and a whole bunch of other doctor words. I saw you climb over me to perform CPR. You were covered in blood. My blood. When the other doctors were pushing the bed to the OR, you stayed over me the whole way. I could hear everything until they put the mask over my face." "You heard me say-" "That you wouldn't leave until you saved me."

You can't help the tears that start falling down your face as Emily pulls you into another hug.

When Emily gets discharged Paul finds himself just staying at your house. He can feel you constantly worrying and has to remind you that Sam's not letting Emily out of his sight any time soon.

Of course he starts to worry when you put yourself back into work but knows you're better when you start telling him about the stupid things people do that make them end up in the hospital.

When everything starts to go back to normal Paul feels himself relax when you come around more. He loves watching you talk with Emily as you cook, or sewing the boys last pairs of shorts.

"I swear this is the last time I'm sewing your shorts. I didn't go to medical school to work as your seamstress." "But you're so good at sewing." "I sew skin all day, what do you expect."

Eventually as your relationship progresses with Paul everyone finds that his anger has simmered down a ton. What no one knows is that Paul actually proposed, without a ring but it's the thought that counts. Yeah it's really early, especially for someone his age but you couldn't be happier, and you both agreed to wait for an appropriate time to get married even if that meant years.

Eventually you just flat out ask Paul to move in.

"Are you positive?" "Paul were engaged and all your stuff is practically here, except for the shirts I don't believe you actually own."

Of course you realize that having him live with you results in a ton of sex and constant naked cuddles. You honestly don't even have a need for blankets at this point, you sleep next to a space heater anyways.

Because you saved her life Emily names her and Sam's first kid after you.

"This is Monica Y/M/N Uley."

Eventually Paul saved up the money and got you the perfect ring.

"Is this why you've been working those odd jobs and weird shifts." "You know I had to get you the best, and it wouldn't be the best if I didn't do the work to get it."

Of course all of your close friends are furious you two didn't tell them you were engaged sooner.

"Did he just propose? That's so cute." "No we've been engaged for months now Emily." "And you're just telling me?! I'm skinning that boy alive next time I see him." "Please don't. I kind of need him alive for the next eighteen years." "You're pregnant too?!"

Since Emily's the only one who knows you're pregnant she helps you plan to tell Paul. She may or may not have stolen a whole bunch of pregnancy tests from the hospital with your help.

She makes the used tests into a bouquet that you set on the kitchen table for Paul to see when he gets home from patrol.

You sit in the living room knowing the first place Paul will go is the kitchen to make a sandwich.

"I'm home!"..."What the hell? Are these all pos-"

Before you realize what's going on you're being spun around by a very happy fiance and soon to be daddy.

#twilight imagine #Bella Swan #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote x reader #jacob black #imprint #jared cameron #emily young #sam uley

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argylemnwrites · 4 years

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Change of Plans - Part 3

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Riley Liu)

Book: The Royal Romance (An It Couldn’t Wait Another Moment universe AU, set nearly 3 years after that epilogue)

Word Count: ~4700

Rating: NC-17 (language, 30 diamond scene)

Summary: Living in NYC in March 2020 is redefining normal for Drake and Riley. Life doesn’t always go according to plan during a pandemic, after all.

Author’s Note: Finally finished up the third and final installment of my AU inside my AU. Sorry the word count got away from me a bit here, but hopefully you all like this conclusion to the journey even further into the real world for these two. (I might have fallen in love with this version more than my planned version... oops)

Just like parts 1 and 2, this does hint at or reference some events from the prologue and the first couple of chapters of Why Are We Still Waiting?, but it does not spoil the core content of the story. And again, Trigger warning for coronavirus discussions. Also, explicit adult content in this part.

Part of Drake couldn’t quite believe that today was actually real. It felt sort of surreal still, even though he had the marriage certificate in his hand and was wearing a ring on his finger. Even though the officiant’s words still ran through his mind, pronouncing them married. It felt too much like a dream. But they were married. She was his wife.

They were in their cab, back to their apartment. Obviously, no reception. No bars or restaurants were even open, except for takeout. But that was alright. Being married to her, that was what mattered. Who really cared if it didn’t happen as they planned?

“So, for our honeymoon, what do you think about Brooklyn?” Riley asked, settling in under the arm he’d thrown across her shoulders after giving the driver their address.

Drake chuckled, “Sounds great. You have a place in mind?”

“Yup! I found this little one bedroom apartment with absolutely no amenities, but it does come with a corgi.”

“Perfect. Hopefully it comes with the opportunity for digital filing of cases, because that’s what I really want to do.”

“But you finished your work for today, right?”

Drake nodded. It had been a pain in the ass, but he’d been able to take care of enough between last night and this morning that he would probably not draw attention to the fact that he’d taken this afternoon off. It had seemed stupid to tell his supervisor his plan when he’d been able to get the work done. The firm might be letting people work from home, but that didn’t change the fact that the leadership on his team was a bunch of frat bro assholes that would have absolutely made him use a half day of vacation.

“Good,” she said, turning her head and leaning over slightly so that her lips were practically on his ear, “I’ve got plans for you.”

Drake swallowed roughly, sparing a quick glance towards the cab driver before turning his head and kissing her. The only thing hotter than the promise her words held was the fact that she was now saying them as his wife.

After a few moments, Drake pulled back, not wanting to make the driver too uncomfortable, but Riley tugged him down again, deepening the kiss slightly. However, after several seconds, a loud buzzing sound interrupted them. Riley leaned back slightly, pulling her phone out of her purse.

“What the hell?” she said as she unlocked her phone. “I have six texts from Maxwell. Wait - seven.”

Drake watched her open up her messaging app, and she let out a big sigh almost instantly. She quickly titled her phone so he could read the screen.

😲😃😭🤗😤🥳

That’s all my feelings

Because

OMG

YOU GUYS GOT MARRIED

YAY!!! 👰🤵🥂

WITHOUT ME

BOO!!!! 😡👎👿

Drake glanced up from her phone, “How does he know?” They had decided it was better to tell Liam and Iris, Hana and Catherine, and Maxwell, Savannah, Bertrand, and the kids at the same time, and since they had plans for a Zoom call this weekend, that had seemed like the perfect opportunity. No hurt feelings at being the last to know, no guilt trips from Maxwell, and no judgement from his sister for eloping. However, Maxwell had apparently found out within 15 minutes of the ceremony.

“I have no idea how he-” Riley started, but stopped abruptly, “Shit. Give me your phone.”

“Why?”

“I want to check if Daniel posted our photos to Pictagram.”

“Liu, I don’t have Pictagram.”

“Yes, you do. Maxwell and I set that up for you like a year ago.”

“Yeah… I deleted it as soon as he left town.”

Riley rolled her eyes at him, but closed out her message thread with Maxwell and opened up her Pictagram account. Sure enough @liuthebagelbitch and @dw519 were tagged in numerous photos in Daniel’s account and story. Them signing the paperwork. Sitting on the couch waiting. Holding hands and saying vows. Putting on their rings. Kissing at the end of the ceremony.

“Maxwell must follow Daniel,” Riley said, scrolling through the feed, “Yup, squidwiththemoves has liked every single photo.” She sighed, exiting the app. “And he’s texted me ten more times. We have to call him.”

Drake nodded, but before Riley could even open her contacts list, a Facetime request popped up from Maxwell Beaumont. Letting out one last sigh, Riley swiped to accept the call.

“Hey Maxwell!”

“What the hell? I’ve been working on my speech for your ceremony for years, Riley!”

“Wanna try that again?” Riley asked, raising her eyebrows expectantly.

Maxwell sighed, “I mean, congratulations! I’m so happy you decided to get married without telling me or inviting me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry we didn’t consider you in our wedding,” Drake called out, leaning into the view of the camera and rolling his eyes.

“Drake! How could you do this to me, buddy?”

“Do you really want me to answer that question, buddy?”

Riley elbowed him slightly, probably wanting him to not escalate the situation. Truth be told, Drake was only mildly annoyed at Maxwell making their wedding all about him. The bigger issue was going to be getting Maxwell to keep quiet about it until Sunday. That was basically four full days from now, and Maxwell had barely been able to contain himself back when he found out that he and Riley were involved for half that time.

“Sorry, Maxwell. But we didn’t want to wait again. Plus, I lost my health insurance, so now I’m able to go on Drake’s.”

“Why didn’t you guys tell me, though?”

“Because we wanted to keep this quiet and not make it everyone else’s business,” Drake grumbled.

“And,” Riley added, shooting him a look before she continued, “we were planning to tell all you guys together on Sunday.”

“I just can’t believe I wasn’t there,” Maxwell said, shaking his head sadly.

“We wish you could have been. We really do. But you understand why that wasn’t an option, right?”

Maxwell nodded. “Yeah, I get it.”

“And do you think you could not mention it to anyone before we see everyone on Sunday?”

There was a long pause following Riley’s question before Maxwell responded, “I promise not to tell anyone else.”

“Maxwell… who have you told already?” Drake asked, the word ‘else’ jumping out in his mind.

“Not that many, people I swear!”

“Well, I just got a ‘congratulations’ text with several question marks from Hana,” said Riley, glancing at the notification that had flashed across the top of her screen.

“I had to find out if you had told her and not me!” Maxwell said, gesturing towards the screen emphatically with his free hand.

“And Iris just asked me if what she’s seeing is real,” Riley continued as another notification popped up.

“I wanted to make sure she wasn’t more looped in that I was!”

“And now Savannah’s asking if I really married her brother today.”

“Wait, why is my sister texting you and not me?” Drake asked as Maxwell continued his defense, saying “I mean, we live under the same roof, so of course I asked her what she knew.”

“Maxwell, is there anyone you didn’t tell?” Riley asked, shaking her head.

“Well, Liam didn’t answer my calls, so he probably doesn’t know.”

“You told Iris!”

“Yeah, okay… fair,” Maxwell trailed off, clearly trying to find someone he hadn’t told. “This really isn’t my fault, though! You posted those pictures!”

“Daniel was our witness and photographer. He’s the one who posted them.”

“Well, then blame him. I just acted the way any normal person in my position would have acted.”

“Wanna try that again?” asked Drake, prompting a chuckle from Riley.

“Fine, I just acted in a way that you guys should have totally predicted. In fact, part of me wonders if you wanted me to find out so that I would tell everyone, and you wouldn’t have to deal with the drama of telling them that you got married without them.”

“Maxwell!”

“Fine, I’ll let you go be nauseating newlyweds. Congrats, you two!” With a little wave, Maxwell ended the call.

“Well, I guess people know,” said Riley after a moment.

Drake let out a sigh, tipping his head back against the top of the seat.

“You aren’t really upset, are you? I mean, I know we decided to tell everyone at once, but it’s not such a big deal that they know, is it?”

“Nah, it’s just annoying that instead of this just being our thing for now, we’re gonna spend our entire wedding night on the phone with people.”

Riley let out a little burst of laughter at that, so Drake twisted his neck to glance at her. “What?” he asked.

“I think you are severely overestimating how many close friends we have. I bet we can finish this up before we even get back to our place.”

“Really.”

“You take Liam and Iris; I’ll take Hana and Catherine. All our New York friends can wait, don’t you think?”

“What about Savannah?”

Riley paused for just a moment, “We can set up a video call with her and your mother tomorrow.”

“But she lives with Maxwell. She knows that-”

“She owes us our wedding day, Drake.”

Drake nodded. As much as he wished that Riley and his sister got along perfectly, he knew that Riley had a good point there.

“So, I’m gonna call Hana. If you give Liam a call now, it can just be our time when we get home.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice, so as she tapped Hana in her contact list, he unlocked his phone and scrolled to Liam in his recent contacts. The phone only rang twice before Liam answered.

“Yes, Iris. I see. Please let me actually talk to him, love?” Liam asked, his voice muffled and quiet initially before growing much louder. “Drake, I’m glad you called. You are apparently the source of great excitement here tonight.”

“Yeah… I didn’t mean to be-”

“Well, you are, my friend. Between my three missed calls from Maxwell about, and I quote ‘something that I probably wouldn’t consider an emergency, but he sure did’ and Iris bursting into my office with pictures of Riley and you pulled up on her phone, I’ve not been able to get very far in reviewing my nightly briefings.”

“Sorry about that. But, I… er, do have some news.”

“So I am gathering. It appears congratulations are in order,” Liam said. In the background, Drake heard a quieter “Congrats, you two,” that presumably came from Iris.

“Uhh, yeah. We decided to get married.”

“I’m guessing this was Riley’s idea?”

“What makes you say that?”

“She’s just a touch more prone to impulsive action than you.”

“Well, you’re wrong this time.”

“This was you?” The shock was evident in Liam’s voice, and it did bring a smile to Drake’s face. It wasn’t often that Drake was able to surprise him.

“It was.”

“Congratulations, Drake,” Liam replied after a moment, “I’m truly very happy for both of you.”

“Sorry we didn’t-”

“No. I’m happy for you. I’m not accepting any apologies as there is nothing that happened today for which you should feel even remotely sorry.”

“Thanks, Liam.”

“Can I talk to Riley?”

Drake glanced over at Riley, “She’s on the phone with Hana,” but she held up one finger and then held her free hand open, “but I think she’s about to wrap up and wants to talk to you, too.” Riley nodded in agreement.

“Excellent. And I mean it Drake, I know how much this means to both of you. So, truly, I wish you congratulations and nothing but happiness.”

Feeling a lump in his throat, Drake swallowed roughly. But before he could process the words of his oldest and dearest friend, Riley was snatching his phone out of his hand and passing her phone to him.

Hana and Catherine wished him brief, but heartfelt congratulations, but Riley was still on the phone with Liam after he said goodbye to them. He could only really hear her half of the conversation, and she wasn’t saying much, mainly listening to him apparently. Every so often, she would throw in an “of course” or “you know I will,” but other than a few chuckles, she was largely silent. Every so often, he would catch a word or two from Liam, but their conversation was basically a mystery to him.

It was a little strange, to think about how a couple of years ago, having to sit as an outsider while Liam and Riley shared something private would have filled him with a mix of jealousy and guilt and anger. Now, it was certainly a bit odd that his best friend seemed to have more to say to his… his wife than he did to him, but it wasn’t a bad feeling, necessarily. If anything, he was mostly curious, with just a bit of fear about what tales from their youth and adolescence he could be telling her. Those stories would require more explanations than he wanted to give tonight.

Eventually, the cab stopped in front of their building. As Drake paid their fare, Riley wrapped up the call with Liam.

“Thanks, Liam. We’re actually home now… Yeah, I know… You too. Stay safe, and we’ll talk to you guys in a few days.”

“What was that about?” Drake asked as Riley ducked under his arm as he opened the door to their building.

“Oh, he just had a lot of really mushy things to say about you.”

“I’m serious, Liu.”

“I wasn’t kidding. I think he basically gave me his best man speech just now,” she said with a shrug as she unlocked the door from the mailroom and started up the stairs to the second floor, “He just wanted to make sure I knew how lucky I was, I think.”

“Well, that’s fucking dumb. I’m the lucky one here.”

“This has all the markings of going on for a while. Why don’t we just agree that we’re both mad lucky and call it even?” Riley called over her shoulder as she walked down the hallway and pulled her keys out of her purse.

“Wait! I’m supposed to carry you through, right?” Drake remembered as Riley moved to push open the door.

She let out a little chuckle and rolled her eyes, but stood there expectantly, so Drake stepped up and scooped her into his arms, sliding one hand forward to turn the knob and open their door. Anderson came trotting over, eager to see his two humans, while Drake placed Riley down close to the door, not wanting to track their shoes and jackets too far into the apartment.

“He could probably use a walk,” Drake said, “and we should probably shower after spending hours out in public. How about I take him while you get started since washing your hair is always a… process.”

Riley swatted his chest lightly, but nodded in agreement. “You’ll join me when you get back?”

“Absolutely.”

Anderson took care of his business quickly, so it wasn’t too long before Drake was back in their apartment, hanging his sport coat up next to Riley’s jacket and kicking off his shoes. After washing his hands, he made his way into their bathroom, where the shower was running. The steam was already starting to get thick in the room, and eager to get out of his clothes and to join her, Drake quickly moved to drop his shirt on top of the pile of clothing she’d left next to the sink, but a scrap of tan lace caught his eye.

“I knew you were bluffing!” he called out as he fully removed his shirt and started undoing his belt and jeans.

“Huh?” asked Riley, peeking her head out from behind the shower curtain.

“About not wearing underwear. I knew you were full of shit,” Drake said as he stepped out of his pants and boxers, kicking them on top of the pile before climbing into the tub and under the water, sliding his hands into her long, black hair, somehow even darker now that it was wet, as she placed her chin against his chest and her hands on his hips, turning her face up towards his with a playful little smile.

He dropped his head to hers, pulling her into a passionate kiss, trailing his hands through her hair and down to her back. After a few moments, she tilted her head back. “As much as I like where this is headed, we should actually probably shower and not get too distracted,” she teased, trailing her hands around and squeezing his ass with a wink before she ducked past him and started rinsing out her hair. “Besides,” she added, “our track record for shower sex is not great.”

Drake couldn’t help but laugh as he opened up his bottle of shampoo and started lathering up his hair. Something about the floor of this tub was extra slippery, as they had learned the hard way not long after they moved in and then foolishly required repeat lessons about at numerous times. The worst was the time that he’d needed three stitches behind his ear after colliding with the tap as he fell backward, but the time Riley nearly dislocated her shoulder was a close second. “Yeah, a trip to urgent care would be pretty far from ideal at this point,” he said as he dropped a kiss to her forehead.

And so they both showered, trying to keep any touches light and loving, not wanting things to escalate just yet, but the sight of Riley with water trailing all over her naked curves was obviously turning Drake on. Based on the way she dragged her hand across him as she reached for her body wash, she was feeling the same way. By the time she was rinsing off and stepping out of the shower, Drake was scrambling to finish up, wanting to join her as soon as possible.

When he finally turned off the water and stepped out, there she was, wrapped up in her lime green towel, working a comb through her hair. She smiled at him through the mirror, her skin still looking like it was almost glowing from the warmth and water. As he drew up behind her, he slid his hands around her waist and dropped his lips to her shoulder, prompting Riley to shake her head.

“Drake, at least let me finish working out the tangles,” she said before letting out a little sigh as he worked his way over to the side of her neck, biting down ever so lightly when he reached that spot that always drove her wild.

“Who cares?” Drake mumbled into her skin, working his fingers to gather up the towel and moving one hand to her now-exposed thigh, “You aren’t gonna be seeing anyone anyway.”

Riley shuddered, dropping her comb to the counter before snaking her hand behind his neck as he slid his fingers to her center, his touch still light and teasing. “Maybe I want to look good for my husband,” she sighed out, moving her other hand to the knotted portion of the towel across her chest.

Drake groaned. Was her statement supposed to slow him down? Because hearing the word ‘husband’ coming from her lips? Talking about him? Well, fuck. It turned him on even more. Riley had to know what that sentence would do to him, right? So, he increased the pressure of his fingers, stroking her in the way he knew she loved before sliding a finger inside her. The angle wasn’t perfect, but he could feel her arousal and the fact that she practically growled “Fuck” as she clawed her fingernails into his neck seemed to indicate that she was just as ready to keep going as he was.

After a few moments, Drake stilled his motion when Riley grabbed his wrist. She spun, letting the towel fall to the ground and hopped up onto the small counter. She tugged him between her legs, but Drake shook his head.

“Our bed is just a few feet away,” he protested as Riley wrapped her hand around him, causing him to question why he was trying to change anything going on here.

“But it’s nice and warm in here,” she responded, dropping kisses along his jaw, “and I’ve never been good at waiting, Drake. We can be all tender and gentle later. For now, I just want you to fuck your wife.” She punctuated the last words by biting down lightly on his earlobe. Letting out a groan, he brushed her hand away and lined himself up, sinking into her. He hadn’t wanted their first time as a married couple to feel like some frantic quickie, but it had always been nearly impossible for him to deny her anything. So he started rocking his hips into her, reveling in the feel of her around him. The scrape of her nails along his shoulders. Her breath across his cheek.

As he shifted his stance slightly to fill her an angle he knew would be better for her, he caught a glimpse of their reflection in the mirror. There it was, a gold band on his ring finger, resting along her spine. It was almost hard to look away, so he just kept staring at it, soaking in the sight that proved they were married. It mixed with the feel of her hands digging into his skin and her legs hooked around his back, the sound of her breathy sighs and whispered “fucks,” the taste of her skin of her neck, and the smell of her peach body wash, spurring him on and increasing his pleasure.

Sensing that he was heading towards his peak a little quicker than she was, he tore his left hand off her back, sliding it between their bodies. He glanced down to where they were joined, his thumb circling roughly right above that, his ring pressed against the skin of the thigh he clutched. He slammed his eyes shut and dropped his face into the crook of her neck, not needing any additional stimulation. But soon, he felt Riley’s leg clench around him a little more.

“Are you close?” he murmured into her ear.

“Yes,” she moaned out, arching her back slightly. He wasn’t sure if she was specifically answering his question or not, but her response was enough of an answer regardless. Picking up his pace, Drake stroked his thumb harder. He knew he was seconds away from release when he felt her clench around him. He barely was able to recognize her climax before he shattered, spilling into her as he groaned into her skin.

After a few breathless moments, Drake felt his awareness returning. He slid out of her and shifted up, reaching behind her for a washcloth off the rack, dropping a kiss along her cheek as he stood up fully and helped her off the counter.

He wanted to tell how much he loved her. How much he would always love her. How he would always try to prevent her from ever regretting today. But any words he could think of didn’t feel like they were enough to actually describe his feelings, so he settled for gentle caresses and light kisses as they got cleaned up. Before they moved to go to their bedroom to get dressed, Drake grabbed her wrist and tugged her back to him, kissing her deeply.

“I’ll make us something nice for dinner, Liu. Okay?” he said as he pulled back, running his hand through her wet hair.

She nodded and gave him a bright smile before responding, “And I have an idea for dessert.”

He raised an eyebrow at that, “You have an idea in the kitchen?”

Riley just shook her head. “Yes, you ass. And not only will I not mess it up, but I know you’ll like it.”

Dinner was a quiet affair, Riley having thrown on some acoustic cover songs in the background and lighting a couple of candles they had leftover from their Valentine’s dinner while Drake cooked up a couple of steaks, some roasted potatoes, and some sauteed frozen squash. It wasn’t a perfect meal, but he thought he’d done a decent job finding something special for them out of their stock. He’d been surprised when Riley had set their glasses of whiskey on the coffee table instead of their dining table, but he got it once she’d tucked her legs under herself and curled up against his side on the couch. It was cozy and warm and intimate and felt right for the way they’d gotten married.

After they finished eating, Drake started loading the dishwasher and soaking the pans while Riley dug around in the tall cupboard they used as their pantry and then pulled something out of the fridge.

“You better not be baking something,” Drake told her over his shoulder, “Eggs are too hard to find these days to use them in a kitchen adventure of yours,” chuckling lightly as he felt a towel whip between his shoulder blades.

“If you’re done being a smart ass, I’m ready for you.”

Drake shut off the faucet and turned to face her, a smile slipping onto his face as he took in the graham crackers, marshmallows, and chocolate bars on the counter.

“I know it’s not exactly a wedding cake, but I figured we could do s’mores over the stove,” she said, settling in next to him.

“It’s perfect, Riley,” he said, slipping his hand into hers as he noticed an apple sitting off to the side, “but why the apple?”

“Oh, well I thought we could still do the apple-cutting,” she said with a little shrug, placing her chin against his shoulder, “I mean, I wasn’t sure if someone else needed to be there for this tradition or not, but I just thought it might be nice.”

Drake squeezed her hand, grabbing a knife out of the block and handing it to her. That she had remembered the one Cordonian wedding tradition he’d mentioned incorporating into their reception and thought to do it today was so perfectly her. Not snarky her, when she was annoyed at others or the world or at him. Not playful her, who would tease and laugh and lighten the room. But thoughtful her, who saw forgotten and neglected and broken people and made sure that at least for a moment, they felt seen and heard.

“So, just carve your initials,” Drake instructed, reluctantly dropping her hand so she could pick up the apple.

“Old or new?”

“What?”

“My old initials or my new initials?”

The weight of the day hit him again. Maybe this wasn’t the wedding they’d planned, but it was still their day. Their commitment. Their promise. And that meant more than having Maxwell as the officiant or getting married where his parents did or hearing toasts from Liam or Hana ever could. Watching the woman he’d loved for years, who he knew he’d love for all the years ahead, carve “RW” into that apple was plenty special.

He knew Riley could read him and his mood. She had always been good at that even before they lived together, so it didn’t surprise him that she kept quiet as he carved his own initials into the apple, then cut out a slice for them to share. She had to know he was dangerously close to being overwhelmed, so she didn’t push, just ate her portion of the apple before taking a step to the side and lighting one of the burners. After spearing a couple of marshmallows onto two forks, she grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the stove with her. They toasted their marshmallows without saying anything and without letting go. They were ready to face the good and the bad, together and united. The world was changing, but their world felt steady and sure.

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