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ladamedusoif · 8 months

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For The Night: A Short Story About Reading and Riding

Special Agent Ortega x F!Sex Worker Reader

Pairing: Special Agent Ortega x F!Sex Worker Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Rating: Explicit (18+; MDNI)

Summary: You might not be one of the “sweet young things” in the whorehouse any more, but a seemingly reluctant special agent helps remind you of your worth.

Content/Warnings: This is basically just smut; some slightly sweet fluff; but mostly smut; unprotected PiV sex; oral sex (M and F receiving); size kink; slight praise kink; sex worker reader; some period-appropriate terminology.

Notes: Look, we all got very excited when one of the Holy Grails of Early Pedrontent was revealed to us today. Some of us (me) were unable to stop thinking about Special Agent Ortega and his dusty, slightly skrunkly late nineteenth-century get-up. And now here I am writing what is essentially PWP for him.

This is very much a one-shot, stream of consciousness fic, so please bear that in mind (as with my Thief story I’m not entirely sure I didn’t dream some of this in a sleepy haze). There may well be errors and typos.

In this story Ortega is called Jerónimo, usually shortened to Jerón.

With love and thanks to @julesonrecord and @lunapascal for being enablers and sounding boards, especially to Lucy for suggesting Ortega’s name!

Divider by @saradika

Nights like this, nights when you’ve got no custom, again, and the rent’s looking unlikely to be paid, you want to storm downstairs and slam down the lid on the saloon piano. It teases and taunts you, like the practiced giggles and moans from the other girls in the rooms along the hall and the bedraggled grunts of drunken men paying for their company.

You read a little more of your book and try to distract yourself from the noise. Strictly speaking, whores aren’t meant to be bookish - but now and again a traveller might leave a volume behind him, and the other girls know to send them your way. Helps keep your mind busy, especially when other parts aren’t.

There’s a commotion on the stairs, and you can hear the madam’s voice as she guides another man - maybe two men? - towards the landing. You overhear the light, youthful laughter of Rosa, one of the house’s most popular girls, as she flatters and teases her client - clients, you assume - on the way to her room.

You hear heavy footsteps stopping outside your door. One of the men, further away now, is teasing the other. “Have some goddamn fun, Ortega! We’re in a fuckin’ whorehouse, we’re not on the clock now!” Rosa giggles in response as the man continues, addressing the madam. “My fine woman, can you set my second gun up with a sweet young thing for the night? Seein’ as I’m already covered.”

The door of Rosa’s room closes and the giggling gives way to silence.

The madam clears her throat. “We do have one girl who’s free, though unfortunately she’s, er, one of our more experienced ladies. I’m sorry, sir, I can see if one of the newer girls is finishing up soon…”

A second voice responds, and you realise it belongs to whoever is standing at your door. “Ma’am, it’s quite alright, I don’t need -“ but the madam interrupts him as she knocks on your door and pops her head in.

She looks you up and down with evident disapproval and hisses at you. “Put that goddamned book away, girl. It’s your lucky night, you’ve got a customer. HURRY UP!”

You shove the book in a drawer and stand up, lightly plumping your hair with one hand and tugging down the front of your chemise to reveal a little more cleavage with the other. You might not be one of the “sweet young things” any more, so you need all the help you can get.

The madam ushers him in and closes the door with a final warning stare in your direction. You try to put on a show, shifting your body into something approximating an alluring stance and looking up to meet his gaze. But there’s something in his eyes and his expression that surprises you enough to snap out of your little performance.

He’s young - mid thirties, maybe, not the inexperienced virgin boys you sometimes get in here but certainly not the old-before-their-time grizzled, abusive drunks you’re increasingly used to. And he’s…well. Handsome. Broad-shouldered, neatly-trimmed moustache, good figure, even in his slightly worn and dusty clothes. His low-slung gun belt draws the eye to narrow hips.

But it’s the eyes that stop you in your tracks. Big, dark, and warm, they look you over with a quirk of his eyebrows as his mouth drops slightly open. As a whole package, he’s handsome; but the face? Lord, he’s pretty.

He stands very still for a couple of moments, looking you up and down, up and down. He moves from the doorway into the room, placing two glasses of liquor on your little nightstand and taking off his hat with a little bow in your direction, which seems endearingly out of place in its formality. He shucks off his jacket and leaves it on a chair.

“What’s your name, sir?” you ask, moving towards him.

The eyes flick upwards to meet yours, a little smile dancing around his lips. “Jerónimo Ortega, miss,” and your heart does a little flip at his politeness, “but most people just call me Jerón.”

You repeat the name to yourself and sit on the bed, patting the space beside you. He sits down, but there’s a nervousness to him that even the rough, strong liquor can’t erase.

“Y’know, Jerón, if you really don’t wanna fuck a woman like me that’s okay. We can just, I dunno. Just talk, or somethin’.”

He shakes his head and looks up at you with a grin. He looks even more boyish when he smiles like that. “It’s not that I don’t want to…do anything, it’s just…”

You reach for his hand, broad and tanned. “I get it. You probably wish you’d got to Rosa first, huh.”

His expression shifts to one of confusion. “No, I…shit. I… I just didn’t think you were going to be so pretty.”

Now it’s your turn to be confused. “Sir, you’re payin’ me. You don’t have to flatter me. Usually I’m the one flatterin’ the man.”

He does a little half-smile, revealing a deep-set dimple that makes you want to reach out and kiss it. He taps his silver agency badge. “You saying an agent of the law is a liar, miss? Because I’m no liar, and you are beautiful.”

You giggle, moving your hand to his firm thigh, starting to trail your fingers up to his crotch. Usually you’d be summoning your best acting abilities around now, to avoid running screaming from whatever sweaty old man was trying to get his dick up, but now? With him? Hell, this could almost feel real.

You lightly run your hand over the bulge that’s visibly straining at his pants, drawing a moan from him, and tug gently on the watch chain that runs across his waistcoat along his middle. You pull him in towards you, fingers entwined with the silver metal, and he reaches up to cup your face in his hands as he kisses you, deeply and hungrily.

“If you wanna wash, there’s a basin over there behind that screen.” you murmur. “Might wanna get undressed, too.”

He nods and disappears behind the screen as you undo your stays and slip out of your skirt and chemise. You take down your hair and try to arrange it as artfully as you can as you lie back on the mattress, naked and hoping to God he likes what he sees.

Jerón emerges wearing only his shirt, unbuttoned to the waist. His hard cock is visible against the light cotton, and you can actually feel your nipples harden at the thoughts of having him inside you as wetness pools between your legs.

“Jesus, fuck, you’re even more beautiful naked. Can I…”

You beckon him with a nod of your head and help him out of his shirt as he joins you on the bed. It’s all you can do not to moan when you see just how big he is, hard length thick and reddened and already leaking pre-come from the tip.

“You ever had your dick sucked, Jerón?” You manoeuvre him down onto the bed, working your way down and between his legs. Hands resting on his thighs, you spread him open a little bit more.

“N-no…fucked women but not that, not…not yet”. He’s already almost rutting the air with his hips.

“Pity, really, cos this is a gorgeous dick. Mind if I do the honours?” He nods frantically as you look up at him through your lashes and guide his cock into your wet mouth. He bucks upwards immediately, mewling with pleasure at the sensation. You hum with satisfaction as you suck him, sending the vibrations through his cock as he whines in response.

You take him out of your mouth for a moment, trailing your tongue up and down the underside of his cock. “Fuck, Jerón, you like this, huh? What do you want me to do, sweet boy?”

“W-wanna… want to fuck your mouth,” his breathing is ragged as he pants the words. “W-wanna fuck you.”

“Good, darlin’. So fuck my mouth and then you can have me as much as you want.” You brace yourself between his legs, a hand lightly stroking the base of his dick, and slide him back between your lips. Jerón cries out as he starts to fuck up and into your mouth, bringing a hand to the back of your head as he thrusts harder and faster.

You take his hand and ease him out of your mouth. “You want to fuck me or you wanna finish there, darlin’?”

“Want…want you.” He’s close, you can tell, and you hope the little breather will give him a little more stamina for when he’s inside you. “Want your cunt.”

You move up his body and rest your heavy tits on his chest. He reaches out to grope them as you grind your hips against him, before rolling onto your back and easing him over on top of you.

You look up at him and open your legs as he gazes down at you, running his hand up and down his wet cock. “Look at my pussy before you fuck it, sweet boy. See what you do to me. Tell me.”

Jerón looks at your cunt as if it’s a lost treasure, bringing his free hand to trail along your slit and feel the wetness that’s been gathering there since you laid eyes on him. “So wet for me. So swollen and wet and fucking warm, sweet girl.” He brings his fingers to his lips and groans at the taste of you before getting down and bringing his face between your legs.

“Is this…okay?” He flashes you a look of those big puppy dog eyes, that handsome face nestled between your plush thighs, and you can’t even find the words. You nod and rest your hand on the back of his head as he brings that pretty fucking mouth to your core. Some men really like this. Some men like this and are bad at it. Some men think this is only for “pansies” and other terms you would rather not think about.

Jerón Ortega is not particularly experienced in this, you suspect, but he’s a natural talent, sucking and flicking his tongue over your clit while using those soft, plump lips to form a tight seal around your wet cunt. You moan and writhe on the mattress as he slips his tongue in and out of you until you come hard on his face, the tip of his nose nudging against your clit as you climax.

He shifts his broad body upwards as you hitch up your legs and reach around to grab his ass and guide his cock inside you. Even after all these years and even with being wetter than you have in a very long time, it’s still a tight fit, his size filling you completely and making you sigh with satisfaction before he’s even moved.

He starts to fuck you quickly, chasing his own high. He leans back a little so he can see you underneath him, tits bouncing as he takes you hard and deep. Sometimes he brings his mouth to your nipples, laving his tongue around the firm peak and the soft skin of your breast, moaning as he does so. You wrap your arms around his broad back and hold on for dear life as he fucks you harder and better than you’ve been fucked in your life, one big hand grabbing your tit so hard you know it’ll leave a mark and the other trying to reach between your legs and rub your clit.

“So fucking beautiful, you are,” he grunts into your ear, “so soft for me, so wet for me, such a tight, pretty pussy.” He looks into your eyes again, and you feel you might explode as those coffee-brown irises look into the very heart of you.

“Jerón…” You usually try to avoid moaning a client’s name, just as a rule of thumb. But this doesn’t feel like work, tonight, and he certainly doesn’t feel like a client.

“Let go, darling, let go, hermosa.”

And you do, with a deep wail you’re certain has been heard all over the whorehouse and in the saloon below and probably as far as the boundary of the town. And you don’t give a fuck who hears you, as you cry out his name while he fucks you through the aftershocks.

The throbbing of your cunt around his dick tips Jerón over the edge, and you feel him come, hard and deep, his warm body dripping sweat onto your tits below. He kisses you hard before he pulls out, then flops beside you on the bed.

You look over at him as he tries to catch his breath. Normally at this stage, the client throws your small fee on the chest of drawers before washing again and dragging on his clothes before heading back to the bar. Normally, you can’t fuckin’ wait for them to go so you can wash their smell and scent and come off you.

Him? You don’t want him to leave. You want him to stay. Tonight. Tomorrow night. Forever.

Your post-orgasmic haze snaps as you jolt yourself back to reality. He’s a lawman, a handsome young professional, just passing through on a job. You’ve been a whore since you were a teenager, a long time in this game. You’ve watched girl after girl win over men who whisk them away to better lives, while you stay here in this shitty little room and wait for someone to pay for your body.

In a few minutes, Jerón Ortega will gather up his clothes, dress, leave the money, and disappear out of your life. Just a gorgeous memory for you to replay in your mind when you have some red-faced toothless rancher on top of you in a few nights’ time.

His breathing is steadier now and he turns to face you. “That was…just marvellous, miss.”

You smile softly and stroke his cheek. “You don’t have to praise me, Jerón. You’re paying, remember.”

A kind of sadness flashes across his face. “Oh. Didn’t feel like a transaction to me, but what do I know, I guess.”

“Didn’t to me, either, but…”

He reaches over and pulls you close to him. “Is it against the rules for me to stay here with you tonight? I - hell, I don’t want to leave you.”

You shake your head. “Stayin’s fine, sweet boy. You sure about this? You don’t want to see if one of the other girls is free?”

He looks at you intently. “Don’t think there could be another girl for me, now.”

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 3 years

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Hello! I saw your asks open and i wanted to request some angst headcanons with dad!Asmo. I just read Luci's and oh man that sure hurt my heart, you write angst so well!

Unwanted (Dad!Asmo x F!Reader) ANGST

A/N : Mammon plays a really big part in this, just as Beel played a big role in the dad!Lucifer fic. It's never hinted whether they're together or not, it's kind of up to the imagination... but if you'd like, I can write a part two to this??? (I will also, to anyone who might want it, write a part two to the dad!Lucifer fic)

Word Count : 2.3K Warnings : pregnancy ; children ; maternity ; babies ; hinted abortion ; angst ;

He never wanted children, he didn’t want anything that would actually tie him down to anything or anyone. It wasn’t his “thing”, and you both had done everything to prevent it from happening. Up until now, everything had worked, there had never been one mistake, but the both of you got sloppy. There was a party, and… well, you loved him, and he had said that he loved you, and precautions weren’t a “thing” at that moment. One slip up, one mistake, and now everything was falling apart.

“I didn’t want this. I don’t want that.” He spat the words at you, pointing towards your stomach. He had only stopped pacing long enough to say it before starting again, walking the length of his room as he gnawed at his perfectly manicured fingers. You hadn’t expected anything different from him, but it still hurt that he was blaming the whole thing on you, as if it didn’t take 50/50 participation to make something like this happen. “It’ll completely ruin my image. A child with a human! It’ll be all over the tabloids, in every magazine… I can’t have that.” His behavior shouldn’t have been that shocking to you, but to hear just how selfish he really was, to know that he thought so little of you, it hurt way worse than you ever thought it would. One moment he was professing his love to you, and now he’s disgusted with you. It could have been that your emotions were running high from the situation, or maybe the hormones had just taken over completely, but you wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, and you wanted to fight him. “Your image?! This thing could kill me and all you care about is your stupid public persona… Screw you! I wish I never fell in love with you.” His eyes went soft, and for a moment you thought that maybe he’d apologize, maybe he was rethinking his own words, his actions, that maybe you’d be able to be a team to work through this mess. You were wrong, you were so wrong. “Wish all you want, we both know you’d have never been able to resist me.” Narcissistic, selfish, he was just awful. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to fight back the tears as you walked past him. He didn’t deserve your last words, he didn’t deserve anything. He didn’t deserve you.

The twelfth week was supposed to be the most exciting. It was when most couples would finally make their announcements, happily tell family and friends that they were expecting. Your twelfth week was a nightmare. You were trapped in the Devildom, human doctors wouldn’t know what the hell was going on if they delivered a child with horns, a child so angelically demonic that they’d probably call the hospital priest to your room as soon as they saw it. The only place where you’d be able to safely deliver a child like this and live through it would be in the Devildom. It’s not like you hadn’t tried to relieve yourself of the problem. You had gone to Lucifer, Satan, Barbatos, even Lord Diavolo, asking them if there was any way that they could just… get rid of it. Sadly, Asmodeus wasn’t just a narcissistic, selfish prick, he was also sadistic. None of them could do anything without Asmodeus’ approval since it was his child too. Every time one of them asked him, he would refuse. He didn’t even give a reason, he just wanted to see you suffer. Strangely, you had found comfort and solace in Mammon. You were pretty sure he was only helping because he still had a crush on you, but he became your emotional, mental, and physical support throughout everything. You had told him many times that he didn’t have to basically “fill in” for Asmo, but he insisted that it was the least he could do considering his little brother was being a dick. He wasn’t just your support at the house, he was… invested in the child that Asmo hadn’t wanted. He took you to doctors appointments, sometimes even getting in the way of the doctor as he pointed to the ultrasound screen. He was so excited that most people just assumed it was his kid, and he never denied it either. It was just easier that way, to go along with whatever the other demons said because he knew that any mention of Asmo would upset you and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Some days the both of you would sit on the couch in the living room, flipping through the pages of maternity books. He’d really try to understand the diagrams on the pages, but you could tell that he was confused and sometimes he’d even look up at you from the pages, and then down at your stomach, and then up at you, before looking back down at the pages. It was cute, and you’d giggle lightly, resting your head on his shoulder as you continued flipping through the pages. He had become the only person in the house that you felt like you could fully trust and rely on. Everyone else wanted to stay out of the drama, nobody wanted to get involved, but Mammon wasn’t there for the drama, he was only there for you, he was there when you needed him.

“Can you believe him? Can you believe both of them? We haven’t even broken up and they’re sleeping together, she’s even wearing his clothes. It’s ridiculous, and Mammon is out there playing dad with my kid.” Asmo sat on the edge of the counter, voicing his complaints to anyone who would listen. Sadly it was Beel’s turn since he was the only one in the kitchen right now. Most of the time the other brothers would just hide themselves away, not wanting to deal with Asmo right now, but Beel had gotten hungry and he really thought he’d be lucky enough to avoid his brother. “I don’t know what the big deal is… You didn’t want the kid anyway.” He wasn’t going to walk on eggshells around Asmo, he wasn’t going to lie to make anyone feel better. In Beel’s eyes, Asmo was completely in the wrong. “If Y/N is finding some sort of happiness in spending time with Mammon, who are you to complain? It stopped being your place when you said you didn’t want it.” He shrugged before grabbing his plate and going straight back to his room. He wasn’t going to continue listening to it, but he hoped that he had left Asmo with something to really think about. He walked up the stairs, going straight to the bedroom door, knocking loudly. He wasn’t going to stop until someone opened the door either. Mammon got up from the bed that you both had been propped up on, rolling his eyes as he walked over to his door, groaning loudly when he saw Asmo standing there. “Whaddaya want? We don’t need ya here… yer just gonna stress ‘er out.” He was trying to talk quietly, not wanting you to hear him or even know who was there. He was so protective of you, he wouldn’t let anyone else serve your food during meals, he’d even stand outside the bathroom door whenever you were in there just to make sure you didn’t fall or hurt yourself. Asmo pushed his way into the room much to Mammon’s annoyance. “I don’t care, Mammon. Y/N isn’t yours, and neither is the child. They’re both mine, and I’d like to have a word with her.” He said snidely, but Mammon wasn’t going to have it. Brother or not, he cared too much about you, he had worked so hard to help you get over what Asmo had done, and he wasn’t going to let him waltz back in and ruin everything. Mammon wasn’t weak, he was way stronger than he looked, and right now he was showing his strength, grabbing Asmo’s arm and practically throwing him out of the room. His teeth were barred and the growl that was coming from him sounded feral, animalistic, it was terrifying. “Neither of them are yers! I’ve been there fer everything, every doctor visit, I even bought a damn room fer the kid and she’s sleepin’ in my room, next ta me, and a next ta Y/N. Ya know why?! ‘Cause ya don’t jus’ get ta come back when ya fine’ly realize that ya fucked up! Now… leave us alone. We don’t need ya here.” He left Asmo out in the hallway, crumpled against the wall as he walked back into the room. “She…” Asmo kept repeating the word as he pushed himself up off the floor. He was having a daughter, and he hadn’t even known about it, he wouldn’t have known about it if Mammon hadn’t screamed at him. It was strange how knowing made things more real, it made him care more, and the worst part was that he knew it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to you. He didn’t know how to fix what he had done, but he knew that he had to try at least. “Lucifer…” “I don’t want things to be like this when she gets here. It’s not going to be long either.” You sighed, finally relaxing once more in the bed once Mammon got in next to you. “Why was he here anyway?” Mammon shrugged, focusing all of his attention on your stomach trying to calm himself. He liked watching it move, he thought it was neat.

The delivery was smoother than you thought it would be, and Mammon only fainted twice during the whole thing, so he did pretty good. Delivering a child in the Devildom had its perks, the main one being that you didn’t have to stay more than one day in the hospital to recover. They did some spell and you were completely fine. It was strange, but you appreciated it greatly. The only issue with the perk was that it meant you were going back home and that meant you’d have to face Asmo. She looked so much like him, and you could tell that Mammon was upset by it. Even though he knew she wasn’t actually his, he wished that she didn’t look so much like her father. Her eyes were his exact color, and it left you speechless when she first opened them, gazing up at you with wonder and curiosity. She was precious, and she was yours. As you walked through the door you were met with balloons and streamers, and Asmo. You heard Mammon growl quietly, and you quickly held your hand out to him, silently begging him to stop. He was holding the carseat and you didn’t need him to lose his temper right now. “I just wanted to welcome her home, welcome you home. I bought some things for her, they’re outside of Mammon’s door.” Asmo said nervously, and for once he was terrified of being rejected. “We don’t need noth-” Mammon had started, but you quickly shook your head, pleading to him with your eyes to just stay calm. He groaned loudly, eyeing Asmo angrily before walking past him to the stairs. “Fine. She’s prob’ly hungry… I’m gonna feed ‘er. Ya comin’ up?” You nodded quickly, making sure he got up the stairs alright before turning back to Asmo. “What are you doing, Asmo?”

He moved into the living room, waiting for you to sit down before he did, and he looked scared, he looked sad. Of course you didn’t like seeing him like this, but it was his fault, he had caused all of this. “I don’t want to be alone. I know that sounds selfish, that I’m making this about myself again, but I’m not trying to. When Mammon told me… he said she… It's a girl?” You nodded slowly and you saw his face light up for only a second before it left once more. “I was scared, I am scared… I didn’t know if I’d be a good… father. I never saw myself as one, but seeing Mammon, and he’s doing so well… I never saw him as a father either… I thought that maybe, since he could… that maybe I could too.” He sighed, bringing his hand back up to his lips to chew at his fingers again, his orange eyes glistening with the tears that hadn’t fallen yet. “I know that what I said was wrong… I was rude. I didn’t think I’d have a problem finding someone to take my mind off of everything, but I was wrong. I love you, and nobody else is going to take your place, nobody else can take your place.” You both sat on the couch in silence, his tears finally falling as he waited for you to say something, and yours building up as you tried to think of something to say. “This isn’t fair… You know this isn’t fair. You can’t… you can’t pick and choose when you want to be a dad. You weren’t there… and you made it very clear that you didn’t want her. I… I can’t do this Asmo… I’m sorry… They’re waiting for me… I-I have to go.” You took a deep breath as you stood from the couch, wiping your tears with the back of your hands as you started walking to the stairs. “Y/N…” He walked up behind you, grabbing your hand to stop you. You didn’t turn around to face him, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, but he didn’t mind. He was actually thankful that you didn’t look at him, because what he was about to say was the hardest thing he’d ever have to say in his life. “I know that I’m unwanted… But… If I may… Can I meet her? Just once? Please?”

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lumini-317 · 3 years

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Hello!

This will be my official “introductory” post!

My real name is Erica, but I go by many names. My nickname repertoire includes but is not limited to: Lumi, Lumini, Cricket (I have a habit of rubbing my feet together, lmao), Jinx, Eri, Er, EriJoy, Sunbaeby, and Aceir (my real name but in alphabetical order).

This is my first ever Tumblr blog. I’ve had it for a while but have rarely posted anything, that along with the fact that I’m on mobile is kind of a mess so I apologize for mistakes and all that.

I have 3 older brothers, an older sister, and a younger brother.

I’m an ambivert. Sometimes I love hanging out with bigger groups of people, other times I dread it.

I’ve taken the “16personalities” test 4 times and all 4 put me in the “Diplomat” category, however I got “Advocate” (INFJ) 2 times, and “Protagonist” (ENFJ) and “Mediator” (INFP) 1 time each.

I am LGBTQ+. I’m asexual, aro+panromantic flux, and while I feel like I’m genderfluid, the changes are very subtle and so I sometimes just go with agender, gendervoid, or neutrois. It’s a lot less complicated that way. I’m ambiamorous, and also pronoun apathetic!

I love whump. I’ve loved it for as long as I can remember but only found the whump community maybe 3(?) years ago.

I also love K-Pop, C-Pop, J-Pop, and Asian dramas, mainly K-Pop and K-Dramas, though.

I’m a HUGE multistan. ATEEZ, SKZ, TBZ, EXO, BTS, Red Velvet, SHINee, iKON, MONSTA X, TWICE, TO1, WANNA ONE, SuperM, X1, MIRAE, Ciipher, Golden Child, Purple Kiss, BAE173, SF9, IU, ONEUS, ONEWE, The Rose, PIXY, LUCY, STAYC, WEi (which I pronounced as “way” for an embarrassingly long time), Dreamcatcher, Brave Girls, TXT, ENHYPEN, SNSD, KARD, AKMU, SHAUN, Gaho, NCT, GHOST9, 1team, SE7EN, Cross Gene, D1ce, AB6IX, CRAVITY, BLACKPINK, CIX, VIXX, f(x), 4Minute, CLC, YEZI, B.I, Wonho, (G)I-DLE, EVERGLOW, SEVENTEEN, BROOKLYN, Ha Hyunsang, DAY6, GOT7, Teen Top, BAP, TREASURE, UNIQ, etc! It goes on, far longer than I can list. I am also very much against fanwars, they disgust me.

I’m also a HUGE animal lover, and a big softie. I can’t even squish insects. I don’t care that they can’t feel pain and don’t experience emotions, I just can’t bring myself to. I make it my mission to save any type of animal I come across. I find toads in our koi pond and immediately pick them out and take them to a safe place. I help turtles across the road. I got a mouse out of a puddle and revived it, releasing it when it was healthy enough. I saw a snail on a piece of wood that was going to be thrown on a fire and carefully pulled it off and put it somewhere else. So far I’ve found 5 stray cats (Piper, Toothless, Felix, Kai, and Kit Kat—all were found as skinny, sickly kittens) and took them in, raising them as my own. I rescued a chipmunk from certain death-by-cat. I’ve even saved a few baby raccoons, ducklings, lizards, spiders, and snakes in my time. And I’ll keep doing so for as long as I live.

I love writing, drawing/sketching, and painting, however I’m not confident that I’m good at any of those things, lmao. I mean, I don’t think I’m the worst, but my finished “works” often leave me unsatisfied with my “skills”. But of course, that won’t stop me from trying to improve!

I’m a maladaptive daydreamer. This can cause issues in some places while helping me out in others. On one hand, it makes doing chores and such kind of difficult. Like one time I had to take care of my dad’s pigeons while he was fixing our shed and one time he pointed out how slow I was with the chores. His words were something along the lines of, “I’m already almost done with what I have to do and you’re still working with the pigeons.” Also, it (and maybe ADHD if I do have it?) made school a nightmare for me. But it’s also helpful because then during church it’s really easy to keep myself occupied while the pastors go on about their Magical Sky Daddy™’s son throwing a tantrum and killing a figtree because it didn’t have any figs and how that story should “challenge” us or something.

The characters in my daydreams are weird, though. They merge and separate with each other to make different characters depending on the situation. Most of them don’t have definite genders. Only a handful of them have names because they’re always merging and separating like some kind of Shadow Clone Masters or something. Stuff like that.

One of my characters is for sure a demi-boy, though, and his name is Kyler.

I brought this up because I was watching The Andy Griffith Show and Andy was giving Opie a lecture on how many poor kids there are in the world and used the ratio “one and a half boys per square mile”. Opie then says that he’s “never seen a half a boy before”. Kyler just sort of pops into (fake) existence, jumps off the couch, and throws his arms in the air while saying, “Half a boy, right here!” I burst out laughing. Thankfully it didn’t seem weird, since my parents started laughing at Opie and thought that I was just laughing at it, too.

Any-who.

If I daydream while I’m standing, I’ll often pace and gesture with my arms while moving my lips. Sometimes I’ll even whisper. If I’m sitting down, I usually fidget a lot (such as pick at my shirt and rub my feet together), stare into space, and move my lips or whisper. My family sometimes ask me, “Why are you whispering?” Or, “What are you grinning about?” And I just shrug because I don’t know how to explain it to them without risking them calling someone to pray over me, lmao. I mean, I wasn’t even allowed to have imaginary friends because that was “evil”. When I was about 7, I told my parents about my imaginary unicorn friend and they gave me a lecture and “prayed over me”. It was embarrassing and awkward for me.

I’m suspicious that I might have ADHD, but don’t have the money to actually get a professional diagnosis. I’m also too scared to ask my parents about it.

Speaking of which, my family and I don’t see eye-to-eye. I mean, they don’t know it because I’m good at hiding it, and they think I agree with mostly everything they do but boy, is it a mess.

You see, they’re evangelical conservative Christians. “LGBTQ+ people are going to hell”, “ThE LeFt ARe eViL AnD ARe TrYiNg To BrAiNwAsh OuR ChiLdrEn”, “Trump was sent by God”, “Intersex is fake”, “Women must submit to men”, “You should get married no later than in a year or ‘the temptation’ to have sex might become too much”, the whole bit.

Meanwhile I’m over here with my (imaginary) pride flags, just existing as an agnostic leftist who wants everyone to have equal rights, regardless of gender identity or sexual orientation, and would rather redo my horrifically atrocious kindergarten closing program role than pray to a god who (if they/he/she/it/whatever exists) gives cancer to kids and killed millions of innocent animals and people in the Bible.

But they have no idea that this is how I feel and now expect me to be baptized within the next month to show that I have “accepted Jesus Christ as my savior”. Yeah...that’s gonna be an awkward discussion...

Anyway, that’s just some things about me. Sorry that I got sidetracked a few times, lmao!

I look forward to posting more and maybe even making friends!

Thank you for reading (:

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obaby-obeyme · 3 years

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Alright let’s goooo!

Lesson 41 Spoilers

First I’m a family therapist and now I’m a babysitter

Ngl, Beel looks like a hottie-mcthottie. He got them chains and that fake tattoo. He’s about to drop the hottest rap album in 2003. BARKBARKBARK

DokiDoki

Considering that their rooms back at HOL were probably the size of studios, THIS PLACE MUST BE F**KING HUGE!

Oh?

I don’t f**ckin believe it....

A HOME THEATER?! HOW....HOW BIG IS THIS HOUSE?!

Levi you’re so sweet🥺🥺🥺

Stahhhhpp 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Why do you two look the same? Also, I am so confused about the climate of this location in the human world. You got 6 of these fools wearing thick ass jackets and then you have Beel who is in a tank top.

That’s....that’s the plan

Haha, Beel said nah MC’s mine

I-PUHAHAHA! Okay, I actually really like Luci’s outfit and his jacket/coat. But his glasses threw me off. It makes him look old(er). He looks like a professor. He looks like a rich Korean Mom from a kdrama.

EVERY TIME THERE ARE THESE SCENES WITH LUCIFER I GET 😳😳😳😳😳

I think it’s because he puts up such a cold and strong facade but when you’re alone with him, he’s just so vulnerable.

__________________________

I really struggled to get through these lessons tho 😭

It also seems like the boys somewhat clueless about the human world. They may have been alive for thousands of years but maybe they didn’t explore the human world often enough to be knowledgeable about it.

#obey me!#obey me #shall we date obey me #obey me spoilers #omspoiler #spoilers #lesson 41

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god-save-the-keen · 3 years

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A complicated day

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC

Book: Open Heart 2

Warning: None

Words: 1589

Note: English it's not my native language so be patient with me 😌

Here is my collaboration for 12 days of Fictmas! Hope you all enjoy it! Thanks for hosting this again @leelee10898 and @emichelle! ❤️

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Open Heart tagg list: @mskaneko @x-kyne-x

"What are your plans for the holidays?" Casey asked as they walked to his place after a double shift. Her small hand was in his and her thin fingers were tangled with his as her thumb caressed distractedly his skin.

"Well, Keiki's coming back for the break so I guess we'll stay at my place."

"You aren't going to Hawaii?"

"Nah. I might have talked with my parents a couple of times and I might have put a stop to my resentment towards them, but that doesn't change what they did. Especially after all that Keiki told us."

"So, are you going to be the two of you here, alone?"

"Trust me, Cass, I've had worst holidays." His hand squeezed hers reassuring. "What about you?"

"I was thinking of going home… I haven't seen my family since I moved here."

"I bet you miss them. Like I'm going to miss you." He added with a playful wink.

"Maybe not. I'd like for you and Keiki to come with me."

"You really can't stay away from me, can't you Valentine?" Bryce shot a cocky smirk in her way as she rolled her eyes although the corners of her lips rose up a little. She stopped walking and tugged his hand, making him turn towards her.

"Hey, I mean it. I want to spend the holidays with you and Keiki as well."

"Are you sure?" He took a small piece of falling hair and put it behind her ear, gently brushing her skin and she nodded, smiling at the sweet gesture.

"Of course I'm sure! Talk with Keiki about it and let me know what she thinks." They started to walk again as Bryce's arm sneaked around her waist.

"Your family will be okay with that?"

"I may kinda tell them about you already."

Her cheeks redden a bit. "And there's a chance that they want to meet you."

"Did you tell them how great I am?" Bryce smiled confidently, his finger softly squeezing her waist as she giggled.

"Oh yeah, I told them to make the door hole bigger for your ego." She playfully nudged his side and he chuckled. "And… How you stayed with me during the attack and how worried you were about me. And how important you are for me."

"You are important for me too." He kissed the side of her head as their feet continued walking almost at their own.

The weeks passed and, after talking with Keiki about it, they organized the trip. The plan was easy. Or at least, it should have been. They had planned everything with Casey, the plane tickets, going for Keiki at her school, the presents, the luggage, everything was ready. But, sometimes, things don't work out the way it was expected.

"So, we finish our shift in one hour, you go for Keiki, I grab my luggage, go to your place and do the online check in, then we take an Uber from there to the airport." Casey closed her locker stretching her back a bit. "Should be easy."

"Ready to meet the parents-in-law, Lahela?" Jackie asked, smirked mockingly from her own locker.

"You kidding? Parents love me. Especially if they have good taste as their daughter." In that instant, all the beepers started to blare.

"E.R. A burning building." They all headed to the emergency entrar, a few ambulances already at the door. Casey ran toward an unconscious man with his face burnt as Bryce followed a bed in which a woman laid with an iron rod going through her leg. He washed his hands and prepared, once the patient was asleep, his hand started to move around the wound stable and firm as he slowly and with the assistant of a nurse pulled out the long iron tube.

"Suction." His voice commendatory and his eyes glued in the patient. The nearest nurse immediately reacted but the blood kept coming. Two hours and half, he was leaving the patient room after talking with the family and rushing to the ER once more. Before anyone had noticed, another four hours had passed and the hectic rhythm had finally calmed down.

"Okay, I'm not going to lie, that was a little set back--"

"A little? Going to Keiki's and back is four hours, the airport it's forty minutes away and we still need the luggages and do the check in and the plane leaves in seven hours!" Casey said incredulously, as they rushed to the parking lot to Bryce's car.

"--But we still can work with it!" He said so confident that Casey almost relaxed as his cell vibrated. "It's Keiki."

'Rushing late?' Keiki wrote with an annoying emoji.

'You think?' He answered with the same face. 'On our way.' He sat behind the wheel as Casey took the passage seat, they headed straight for Keiki's school, making one stop to take away coffee as Bryce asked her more about her family. He already knew that she had a big brother, two small nieces, a few cousins and a pretty good relationship with her parents. He knew that she missed them and talked to them at least once a week.

"Finally!" Keiki dropped her luggage in the backseat. "Hi Cass!"

"She gets a full 'Hi Cass' and I only received annoying emojis and complaints?" Keiki rolled her eyes and hugged her big brother and Bryce bearhugged her back. "That's better."

"Okay, we still have five hours until the flight, with a little luck we may have time to take a break before that."

"Casey?" Bryce looked surprised at his sister's shy tone.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for including me. You didn't have to."

"Not including you never was even an option Kei, it is my absolute pleasure!" She turned her head to watch the teenager in the backseat, grinning. "They will love you."

"What about me?" Bryce asked playfully, giving her his best puppy eyes.

"You are the one dating me so you are in a tough spot, Lahela."

"Ouch."

"Nervous, Bryce?" Keiki said in what was supposed to be an innocent tone.

"Please." He shrugged cockily.

"Hey, the road is pretty clear! Maybe we have time after all!" Casey pointed, cheerfully, watching through the window until her face falled down. "Oh no! I jinx it!" A police officer was standing in the, now closed, road swerving cars to the right.

"We still have time." Bryce took her hand and laced his finger with hers as the car slowed down, until stopped at the end of a long line of cars. "Don't worry gorgeous." She squeezed his hand back, leaning her back in the seat as her head fell back, sighing and closing her eyes for a moment.

"You are right. And there's nothing we can do about it." After three hours of frustration waiting, they finally pulled over in Casey's apartment so she could grab her luggage.

"So, did you bought it?" Keiki leaned in the space between the two front seats, talking conspiracy low and watching to the building front door.

"Yeah, I retired it before work, I still have it with me." Bryce took a small velvet box and opened. Inside a white gold heart locket sparkles as he hands it to Keiki. "What do you think?"

"It's perfect for her. She is going to love it." Bryce smiled. It was not only the first time that they spent a holiday together or the first time that he brought her something, it was also the first time he brought a gift to someone this special for him. And he was ready to put all his feelings for her out.

"Thanks for giving me your opinion about it, Kei."

"I know you would be lost without me." She said smoothly.

"Don't push it, kid."

"She's coming." Bryce shoved the box back in his pocket and rushed outside the car to help her. They went to his place, parked in the building parking lot in a space that Bryce had rented for those days, and dash to his apartment.

"You grab your luggage and meanwhile I call an Uber."

"Perfect." He went towards his bedroom and, checking that Casey couldn't see him, placed the box in the bottom of the suitcase, covering it with clothes and finally closing it. Bryce was convinced that if anyone ask him how they made it to the plane, he wouldn't know the answer, he knew they had ran through the airport, like the McCallister family in 'Home Alone', that the check in had been the most slow one he ever made in his entire life and the judging looks as they embarked after delayed the plane for twenty minutes.

Keiki took the window seat, immediately putting her headphones over her head as Bryce sat in the middle with Casey at his left. She scratched her back and rolled her shoulders, yawing.

"Cass, are you okay? Today was..."

"... Awful?" He chuckled.

"That's one way to put it."

"You are here so I'm more than okay."

"You flatter me, Valentine."

"Yeah, well… After all, there's a reason why you are the first guy I take home for the holidays." She leaned her head on the side of his arm, closing her eyes as her hand found his and gently took it.

"You want to know a little secret?" He asked close to her ear.

"Shoot."

"You are the first I spend the holidays with. Ever." Her eyes kept close but her smile brightened up her whole face, showing, without words, how happy she was.

❣️

#choices 12 days of ficmas #12 days of fictmas 2020 #12 days of fictmas #dr bryce lahela x mc #bryce lahela x mc #choices bryce #bryce x casey #oh bryce

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trueloveistreacherous · 3 years

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er anon: you know what, now that i think i about it maybe i like carter’s dynamics with jing mei and anna the best is BECAUSE of their friendships. unlike so many of carter’s other m/f dynamics those two aren’t afraid to challenge him and call him out and they have a certain easy banter with him and their relationships seemed to have a bit more depth and dimension to them (or at least the potential for it). i wish they would have pushed the friendship boundaries and explored those relationships more with both dynamics, even if he had ended up simply staying friends with both or either of them. (also i agree with you that we should have gotten more of anna, i quite liked her and wish we would have gotten more of her)

Oh yes you are absolutely right! You explained that perfectly, anon! Both dynamics were more bearable to watch than carter's other m/f dynamics. Well, i also used to be a carter/lucy fan but as i went on watching the show and when lucy died, i was like.....eh with them. As for carter/abby, their relationship had potential too because I liked their friendship but the second half of season 9 and season 10 happened and their relationship changed, well not in a good way and i prefer abby with luka. Also i am not a big fan of his other m/f relationships (especially him and susan during season 8.....like why???)

#i am not sure if this makes sense anon but yeah hahaha #anon #treacherousquestions

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popculturebuffet · 3 years

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Loud House Reviews: The Loudest Thanksgiving

It’s almost Thanksgiving! And a vastly diffrent one than in recent memory: Most of us are slimming down family gatherings to just whose in our house, you know because theirs a pandemic going on and it’s not worth risking your life for it. To those either guilting their families into it or doing so because MAGa or some such I only have this to say.

Speaking of Black Friday i’ts spread over a week and it’s cyber deals mean I got a ton of graphic novels for a dollar a piece and my christmas shopping almost done. So in other words, boo Maga, yay safe and responsible captalisim. But while the holiday may be diffrent, as well as the pseudo holiday attached that spawned a wonderful musical and many many injuries, one thing stays the same; Holiday Episodes. And despite being the less popular of the three holidays, Thanksgiving still produced tons of great holiday episodes and specials. And with everything being so busy I simply didn’t put too much thought into what to do for Turkey Day.. well okay the day proper i’m going to eat, spend time with family and watch a bunch of mystery science theater 3000, stay the course even in these troubling times, just with only the 4 other people who live in my house. But in terms of episodes I thought i had nothing.. then I started actually thinking on it and what do you know I have three things I want to do for the holiday, though one might wait till next year, and possibly a fourth. But given my workload currently, i’m not one to back away from a challenge, so welcome to a three or four course meal of reviews. First course: The Loud House thanksgiving special, the loudest thanksgiving. I originally wasn’t going to do this one, mostly because due to my large workload and constant battle with procastination, I keep having to push back the latest episode review, and I have to do that one soon, as there’s a new episode in december and a christmas episode i’ve put off watching for far too long , as I INTENDED to watch eleven louds a leapin for every chirstmas up till now and never got to it before the season was over. But just like elven louds.. Nick forced my hand.. and by that I mean the SPINOFF got a thanksgiving episode that’s also a sequel in some fashion to this episode. If I wanted to cover that episode this thanksgiving or the next I had to at least watch the original. And frankly, this close to the holiday there was no reason not to review it. So with that out of the way.

Let’s Get At Er. This is The Loudest Thanksgiving... after the break

The Loudest Thanksgiving takes place during season 3, and still pre-casagrandes spinoff launch despite the christmas special taking place earlier. This is actually easy to explain: The Loud House runs on Comic Strip time... i.e. the characters don’t age unless the writers decide they do. But while the spinoff was in motion at this point, it was still a season off airing wise, and ill advised raitings stunt mini series wise, so in order to keep the Casagrandes fresh in people’s minds presumably, they did a crossover that at this point wasn’t a crossover but now technically is because the show exists but this existed before the show.

It’s just a show, and I should really just relax. Point is this is a pre-crossover crossover, the two families meet for the first time, the man already said pitter patter, let’s get back at er. So we open with Flip serving as our magical snowman narrator and regaling us with the tale of steven. Every compastionate can you imagine it... and i’m fucking with you, it’s of course abotu that time the louds and the casagrandes tried having thanksgiving together.

We then cut to Lori and Bobby being all cute, as usual, and both talking over the phone as each show off their thanksgivings to each other and the enusing family shenanigans. On Lori’s side Lynn is wearing baggy pants so she dosen’t miss the game or the meal by going to the bathroom.. because that’s how pissing yourself works. Look if your going to do something that gross, stupid and broish just woman up and wear an adult diaper. The twins are guarding Lynn sr and the food, poorly, and Lisa has invented a Gravy Squriting robot. I can only see this ending one way.

Yeah those single function robots really get useless once the exestnetial crisis kicks in.

On the casagrandes side, Rosa is likewise guarding her kitchen, Frida is painting and Hector plans to sernade eveyrone because Hector is the best and you all should know that. Even with the recent Bobby Abuse he’s still awesome. As for the Mercado, CJ and Ronnie Anne are running the annual canned food drive because CJ is better than the best and should really be used more often. Both wish they could be there.. and both honestly talk about possibly spending thanksgiving with each other and just one of their family. It’s not a wild proposition: Both are going to college soon, both are in a longterm relationship.. they plan to get married down the line for now. If things hold they will eventually have to figure this out. Of course rather than fate let them figure this out themselves, Hector overhears on Bobby’s end and Lincoln, whose busy A Clock Work Oranging himself so he can stay awake during dinner, overhears on Loris, leading to an emergency family meeting for both sides. Both families are worried their prospective teenager going to another house of their longterm significant other for one year will mean they get all the holidays. Having never had a relationship last long enough to worry about this, I don’t quite get it as in my experince watching couples juggle this.. they usually just alternate years, spoilers the solution the episode goes with, or trade off christmas and thanksgiving, both fair solutions. Buuut as much as this bothered me at first the more I thought about it the more it actually made sense: People.. aren’t always rational and won’t always do the smart or correct thing, especially when it comes to their children. And with Lori leaving college and the casagrandes being togehter for thanksgiving for the first time in about 5 years, with both ronnie anne and her mom not having had a proper one in some time due to her mom needing to work thanksgiving, presumibly because of the eternal curse of gravy chugging contests, they have valid emotional reasons to go a bit nuts and do some irrational and assholish things. They just don’t want to loose their big sister and big brother, and that’s fair. It may not be at all accurate but it’s fair.

So thus began the great Guilt Off of 2018. ON the Loud side they START with a fairly soft pitch, the twins simply offer her food early, and she takes it because honestly I would too. Then again, i’d also take free food in just about any situation, so i’m not really a good gage for this. As long as it’s not poision i’ll probably eat it if it’s free. The next two are a little.. less subtle, with the kids talking about Lori’s roll in the annual thanksgiving skit.. which I’m assuming is soley for Lynn Sr. as no one else seems to be going to their thanksgiving. Which granted theirs valid explinations for why their neighbors didn’t go, the mcbrides and mr grouse have their own families and while Mr Grouse rarely gets to see his, he now has neighborly friends after the last holiday special happy to help. But Pop Pop.. makes no sense as his girlfriend, the only plausable reason he wouldn’t be there, was said to not have much family in her debut. So he’s just.. absent from thanksgiving for no reason. Thena gain we later find out this play is movie length, so maybe he was just trying to escape that which in that case, who can blame him. Rita almost reigns things back in with the mother’s trump card: parental guilt. Almost. She then almost crushes lori’s hand but it’s funny enough. At the Casagrandes, their opening move is largely the same only Rosa wins in terms of execution, cooking up some of bobby’s faviorites to specificially target him. Frida paints him into a painting, again the Casagrandes win his one in terms of effort. They do tie in the last bit, as Maria and Ronnie Anne try the same sort of guilt slining with the same bone crushing. Eventually both teens get fed up with the next bit; For Lori, Lucy gives her a long overdramatic poem about an empty chair which is easily tied with one bit later for best bit of hte episode.. which granted when I can only think of two or three gags that really made me laugh...

Bobby likewise gets Hector telling the story about a realitvie not going to thanksgiving. Both get angry.. which for Lori, isn’t all that suprising, if entirely warranted. For Bobby though? It’s like pissing off a dolphin. IT’s hard to do and very much not something you want to actually pull of. Both families are forced to admit they eavesdropped, and are incredibly worried about this whole situation, with Lynn Sr selling lincoln up the river for telling them... this man’s capacity for selling out his children is as awe insprising as it is truly pathetic.

So the two teens go back to their rooms to figure something out and come upon a reasonable solution: just have one of the families host and both come to it. That’s more than fair. But given we still have a full special to pad out, both families are still treating this like a competion: while the louds win the coin toss, both sides are determined to win thanksgiving. IT’s far from the most insane contest i’ve seen this month, x of swords was happening and i’ve seen a russian yank a goblin out of the demonic alligator skin he was using as a puppet. And we don’t know for sure Arrakoa and Krakoa didn’t have a trial over a baby turkey being adorable as one of the challenges. Other challenges included getting drunk, an eating contest, telling someone to murder a kitten and a wedding, all of this is actual stuff that happened in this recent crossover, I have made up nothing.

So after the break and Flip realizing oh shit the audience is back, the war begins. The Louds are preparing for war, with Lola putting out a picture of herself instead of bobby and laurie because of course.. still not a half bad gag. The Casagrandes arrive and in in a passive agressive move that was already done a year before this special by Brooklyn Nine Nine and better, brought their own food.. though the roast pig is a nice and unique touch. Points for that. And this.. is where the special gets tedious. Yeah while the IDEA of this episode was really good and I was excited to cover it in practice it’s just similar gags on both sides done for both halves: The first being “let’s guilt them into staying” and the second being “Let’s one up each other” with only two bits really working: Frieda having a painting and the louds annual skit. And the skit is because it raises a LOT of questions: Why is it 90 minutes, who played the adorable turkey in the years between babies? Was it just whoever was youngest? Who wrote this? Who is this for besides Lynn Sr and Pop Pop? Who all has sat through this thing at some point? Is that why the mcbrides don’t come over for thanksgiving? It’s just.. fantastic is what i’m saying.

But otherwise this part is just the family trying to one up each other with food, or toasts, or song, before devolving into a big fight. What makes it not work is.. there isn’t a lot of personality there. You have these two big, plentiful, intresting casts, even at this stage with the Casagrandes far less established and fleshed out. And instead of finding interesting ways for them to play off one another meeting for the first time, and to use that to also flesh the characters out more for the inevitable spinoff, it’s just

For most of the second half. Thankfully it DOES manage to bring things around as after things degenerate into a food fight, the families decide to just ASK the two of them where they want to go.. and find them entirely missing. It then turns out, in a nice twist, this is where Flip came in. Since his place is the only place open 24/7 and 365, barring fishing season, Bobby and Lori fled here to flee their insane families.. who then follow them there because Carlos and Lisa have them chipped. I was suprised at first Carlos had a tracker on bobby but honestly, i’ts just common sense. The man is like a golden retriver in a man’s body. Here’s an artists interpretation

Both families breifly bicker before Lori and Bobby announce their starting their own family thankgiving with blackjack, and hookers. They really shouldn’t of let Flip in on the brainstorming session. Both families don’t want that, and apologize, admitting they just didn’t want to loose them and both genuinely offering to let the other have them next year. Flip, who despite having a “pay for my colonoscopy jar” with a picture of his ass on it, is somehow the voice of reason and just suggests trading thanksgivings every year, everyone accepts, and we do get a genuinely heartwarming ending of both sides gathering everything for a gas station thanksgiving. Honestly reminds me of king of the hill’s airport episode, but in a very good way and still unique enough circumstances to work.Also Flip, of all people, donates the cans needed to finish the can drive.. granted i’m not sure if they WANT any of that meat, but hey, he meant well and it made me really like the character. We get a heartwearming duet between hector and luna and sono the whole family and we’re out.

Final Thoughts: This was disapointing. I’ve listed most of my complaints already, but overall it wasted a good premise of two families coming together, and even the feud parts could’ve been funnier. As it is it’s just.. ehhhhhhhhhh. It has some good parts, and bobby is an angel here on earth as always. But the whole just feels padded. Like this was SUPPOSED to just be 11 minutes, got bumped up, and thus here we are. It’s not the worst Loud House has done, i’ve seen and heard of muccch worse, but for a holiday special it just feels stale and i’ve seen way better thanksgiving specials. And i’ll be getting to that. If there’s an episode of a cartoon you’d like me to cover, just pop in my ask box or dms and you can comission a review for 5 bucks a piece. Discounts on bulk, 15 for movies. Until then , happy thanksgiving.

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Escapism Ch. 2

The carriage ride was bumpy as all carriage rides seem to be in London. Cordelia pushed the curtain back to glance outside at the passing street. The sky was grey with clouds, much like Cordelia's own thoughts.

She shivered.

She knows she has no real right to be upset with James, their emgamemt is a sham and he doesn't truly love her, not in the way he loves Grace but it still hurts. She did truly believe him when he had promised to be faithful. A bitter chuckle catches in her throat. But she supposed that to was another thinly veiled sham.

She was startled out of her thoughts by the feeling of heavy wool settling on her shoulders. She turned to see Matthew fiddiling with the fabric on the upholstery. He looked straight ahead, his expression hidden by the shadows of the evening sun.

"You seemed cold, you don't have a wrap or anything and it's getting late".

Anna watched them thoughtfully from her seat. She leaned forward resting her elbows on her spread knees and bringing her hands up to below her chin.

"Oh I just can't wait to see how this delightful night enfolds".

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Matthew would be boldface lying if he said he wasn't deeply worried. Cordelia was meant to be the grounded, level headed girl of his secret desires, close enough to admire but never venturing too far into his own world. It was easier to bear that way. But here she was, thoughtful and determined not on battle strategy or word play but leisure and temptation. She wanted to see the world he loved and resided in with no alternative motive of mockery or investigation.

He expected this behavior from James or Lucie, Herondales were always known to throw themselves headlong into riské situations. From Christopher who perhaps had absentmindedly wandered into a world of magic like Alice in Wonderland. Even sooner from Thomas who had a silent appreciation for the mundane art of the world. But yet again Matthew had underestimated Cordelia and her range of emotion and action. Her heart seemed to flutter like a moth near an oil lamp, refusing to be pinned down by the wings.

But most of all Matthew wanted to help her. He could never help himself and it occured to him that he may be in the unique position to help someone else. Not only help them but guide them into a world he so loved. The thought excited him, walking Cordelia into the Hell Ruelle and introducing her to all his favorite corners and mates. Perhaps maybe she would want more of the world after tonight. He could show her all his favorite haunts of London, a satue garden or even take her to a Mundane theatre to see a production of The Importance of Being Earnest. Matthew cut his thoughts off there. It was not his place to be courting his parabatai's soon to be wife no matter the circumstance of their emgamemt. He was simply here to protect Cordelia from any harm that may come to her tonight as any good upstanding Parabatai would do for their blood brothers partner. This was soley a mission of protection and honor. But even as Matthew absentmindedly reached for his flask and took a glance at Cordelia's face from the corner of his eyes he knew that was a lie. He let his eyes trail breifly over her sharp nose and beautiful dark eyes.

An interesting night indeed.

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The carriage rolled to a stop as the sun was fully dipped into the pool of the night sky. The moon was just starting to emerge from the horizon as they stepped out of the carriage. Matthew went second after Anna and stiffly helped Cordelia down to the stones. The night air was still damp with the whisper of recently shed rain but now a sharp breeze had cut through that musky air freezing it. Cordelia pulled Matthew's jacket around herself tighter.

They walked inside together. The inside air was thick with sweet and smoke and Cordelia smelled the air greatfully. It was a relaxing break from the stiff smell London air. Anna passed some quick words with the door guard and they sauntered inside gracefully.

Cordelia was yet again struck with the beauty of such a place. A young fairie man with gold eyelashes and dark skin winked at her and Matthew as he passed by. A young werewolf girl sat perched on the arm of a lush green couch with a flute resting below her red staining lips. As she played the warm air of her breath created disappearing clouds that seeped through the keys. Lily the vampire server saw them come in and swayed over hastily.

"Reginald has been learning how to juggle all week and we've all made bets on how many different items he can keep in the air." She blew a lock of loose hair out of her face. "I lost a bet to a ifrit with one arm and the largest mustache I've ever seen, I bet you half his gambling salary goes towards beard wax, drinks?"

She breathlessly holds forward her serving tray of champagne and Cordelia hastily plucks a flute. Matthew expertly fingers two in one hand, handing the second to Anna and going back for a second for himself.

Anna surveys the room and lands her gaze on a circle of guests standing alterly around a man. Over there heads every couple of seconds seems to fly another blue and white china saucer. The crowd claps and cheers with every plate joining the air.

"If you'll excuse me Cordelia I must go see what this commotion is all about. Matthew I do trust you'll take complete care of Cordelia while I am away with miss Chen?"

"I can take perfectly good care of myself", Cordelia cut in quickly, plucking Matthew's jacket from her shoulders. Lily smiled admiringly.

Anna smiled as well, "Yes of course but Matthew isn't the one who came to my flat drenched in rain demanding debauchery".

Matthew's eyes glittered over the rim of his champagne flute, "for once".

With that Anna had turned; sweeping Lily up in her sway and leaving Matthew and Cordelia alone in a room full of motion.

Matthew deposited his now empty glasses on the nearest side table and took his coat from Cordelia, shrugging it on. Cordelia turned to deposit her empty flute next to Matthew's. When she turned back around Matthew brandished a small tin of white hard candies to her. She hesitantly took one looking at him quizzically.

"They're french", he answered to her unasked question. "Anise of Flavigny, these are rose flavored. Don't bite down on them though, they'll break your teeth". Matthew brandished his signature smile as if to show off his perfectly unbroken teeth as an example.

Cordelia couldn't help but smile warmly back as she popped the small candy in her mouth. The taste of roses brought her back to being a child and having her cook mix sweet rose syrup and water to make her and her brother rose water to drink in the summer. She thought it strange to find such warm childhood memories in a place she would consider so far from the inocents of childhood.

"Matthew?"

"Hmm?", Matthew looked back down at her, he had seemed distracted and distant but it seemed her words snapped him back to reality.

"What do er do we do?", The thought occured to Cordelia that she didn't know much of what really went on in a salon and she wasn't to keen on flailing about trying to figure it out and making a fool of herself.

Matthew threw his head back lazily and giggled, it wasn't a mocking laugh but instead it seemed to be a laugh of pure delight.

"Oh Cordelia this is the question isn't it?", He extended his arm to her to take and she took it hesitantly. He was warm and humming with energy. "Come along now, there's loads to see and do".

Matthew led them over to a large seated vampire who seemed to be talking to a small group of people who were nodding and commented with eachother. On the way he has snagged two dark glasses of wine and handed one to Cordelia. She took a long drink of it, grimacing slightly at the bitter taste but welcoming the warm feeling it spread throughout her. Matthew skillfully wedged their bodies into the fray of the conversation and began listening contently.

"If the mundanes keep palling around the Middle East and digging up all those tombs they're going to end up releasing some angry old spirit of curse on all those poor locals."

A silver haired nymph cut in quickly "did you know they're eating bits of mumified person now? They think it'll give them good health, I would never eat such an old human, it seems rotten and distasteful."

"Some even think they'll be able to find the fountain of youth off the White Nile, I think they're fools the lot of them." The werewolf man added.

Cordelia was constantly ammused by the da gerous and expensive lengths mundane women would go to look young and thought back to her comment on how It'd be so much easier to just become a vampire.

The group of guests began to laugh mirthfully and look at her.

"Amusing observation, especially amusing coming from one so young and pretty" said the Nymph woman examining Cordelia head to toe. Cordelia flushed in embarrassment, she hadn't meant to say her comment out loud for everyone to hear. She looked up to Matthew in alarm and found him smiling warmly down at her; apparently just as ammused as the rest of the crowd. The group of guests had moved onto another discussion and Matthew guided her away clearly finding their new topic too boring for their adventurous night. He led her into a side hallway slightly quieter than the fray of the main room but with a wide view still of it's goings.

He took her arm and brought her to sit beside him on a plush loveseat against the wall. The couch was a dark nightly ocean blue with nude carved women making up the wood accents of the back. Cordelia finished off her glass and reached for another drink from a passing servers tray. She hiccuped as she took a drink from her new glass.

She watched the juggling man now hold or rather toss 4 live lobsters around while a warlock woman standing by him collected bet money. She scanned the room for Anna but she was no where to be found. She let her eyes settle on a large looming painting on her left side. It depicted a young man made of gold surrounded by a golden castle scene. His frozen arms were held up like a ballerina as if to hug the air. At his feet fell and older man dressed in fine clothes apparently sobbing in anguish over the scene of metal. She took another sip of her drink and looked over at Matthew and found him with a far off look in his eyes. He too was looking at the painting but it seemed to touch him in a way it did not touch her.

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Matthew had always been intrigued the story of king Midas. A man who was surrounded by beauty but was punished anytime he tried to touch the lives of the people around him. Matthew himself often felt he ruined anything he touched but instead of gold he just offered fire. He burned away good things if he got to close to them. So few people could get close to him without catching fire but no one could truly touch him. Not even James. If James knew his truths he ran the risk of losing him. His sweet Jamie was the best thing he had in his life and he would never risk losing him.

Matthew breathed deeply. In. And out.

And opened his eyes again. When his vision focused he found a fairie man looking at them from across the room.

No, not them. Her

His golden eyes were fixed on her pointadly. He had dark waist length black hair to match his dark freckles covered skin. He was wearing a black suit with golden trim to match his bright golden eyes. Matthew looked over at Cordelia but she seem singlemindably fixated on staring at the oil painting to their left. Matthew felt a warm possessiveness rise up in his heart. He knew it was nonsensical but watching this man give Cordelia such a hungry look made him bubble up with a strange sort of anger he wasn't used to.

Matthew leaned over and wrapped an arm around Cordelia's shoulders to get the message across that she was not available. Whether the action was in Jamse's name or his one he dared not ask. It seemed to have worked cause the man slipped out of Matthew's sight and into the crowd.

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Cordelia was startled out of her dazed state by Matthew curling his arm around her shoulders and pulling her toward him. She looked up at him in alarm.

"Matthew is everything alright?". He was looking forward narrow eyed but Cordelia saw nothing there when she looked.

As soon as the look had appeared on his face it passed, like clouds in the sky the sun was out again and he was babbling light heartedly.

"Yeah everything is dandy I was just wondering if you'd want to hear a poem I was working on." He gracefully lifted his arm from her shoulder and started waving his hands around wildly as if he had intended this from the start.

"Yes but didn't you tell me you're rubish at writing?" Cordelia deposited her empty glass on the floor beside her and sat back.

"Yes but that never stops me from trying; maybe this time will be the one!" He jumped up and on to the foot stole infront of her looking down devilishly.

"My sweet maiden left me dry

She torn my savings which made me cry

She took the child and left a log

But worst of all she took the dog" Matthew smiled confidently as if his verses were likely to win him a writing award.

Cordelia burst out laughing, "good god! You are awful". In her fit of giggles she tipped over sideways landing on the cushion beside her. She kicked her booted feet up and onto the arm of the ornate couch. She knew if her mother could see her now she'd probably drop dead on the sight.

Matthew leaned over and laughed down at her. Cordelia couldn't stop laughing back in his face, he looked so funny upside down, like his eyebrows made a tiny mustache for his tiny face. Cordelia reached up and covered his mouth with her hand to complete the illusion and fell into another fit of giggles. She drew her hand back and sat up dazedly.

Matthew knelt down beside her one hand on her lower back steadying her as she sat up. He cheerful but slightly concered looked concerned.

"Cordelia how are you feel-" but Matthew was cut off by a loud round of applause coming from the stage in the middle of the room. The flutist from earlier took to the stage along with kellington and a woman with a cello. Upon further inspection the cello seemed to be made of an ivory material with a bone neck. It was beautiful in a sickly sweet way, much like the player. Her hair was a waterfall of pale cobwebs adorned with small red spiders. The sight made Matthew's stomach churn.

As Kellington raised his violin to his chin he let his eyes grazed over the crowd.

"Tonight we have a special musical act. The talented miss Nightwae and Miliana are joining me in playing some dancing music." People began to desert their drinks behind and search for dancing partners at the catalyst of his words.

"They raised their bows as the dark lipped woman brought the flute to her lips. The music swelled up in a haunting melody. Not one native to a ballroom but perhaps a far away land or fairytale.

Cordelia stood up quickly wishing to get a closer look and found her vision quickly being eaten over by black ink. She reached out as Matthew caught her around the waist steadinging her. She wasn't surprised by her slight faintness she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and had had a hard day of training.

She had been planning on teaching James to make stuffed grape leaves for dinner. He had expressed great interest in learning how to help her prepare meals and-

"Let's dance", Cordelia caught at Matthew's shoulders and pulled him towards the main room. Taken be surprise Matthew stumbled at first but regained his footing and soon found himself swept up in a sea of fine fabrics and finer guests all swaying dangerously to a far away melody.

Matthew took Cordelia's hand in his own and lightly placed his hand on her hip careful not to cross any boundaries he couldn't later take back. They twirled with the crowd. Matthew was an excellent dancer and led her expertly. He bent his head in to talk to her in a low ammused voice.

"You know for such a beautiful solo dancer you sure are poor at couples dances."

Cordelia looked up at him challengingly, "you know for such a charming boy you sure do insult ladies alot." Her words were harsh but the curl of her lips and the glint in her eyes conveyed the true joking matter of her phrase.

The song paused and changed quickly to a more dissonant and deep melody. Matthew twirled Cordelia and the room swam around her she lost her footing and ended up righting herself using his arms to keep her up. She looked up to thank him and was shocked still to find James smiling back down at her. He slid his hands down to her waist and began to away them further towards the center stage.

"James? What are you doing here?"

James leaned in closer, his lips brushing the edge of her ear as he spoke. "Is that what you see? Fascinating".

He spun her sideways a couple feet and joined her moving deftly across the dance floor, further and further from her original spot. As they floated deeper into the fray she felt the hot air settle around her, making her hair frizz on the nape of her neck with sweat.

"What are you talking about? James, what is happening?" Cordelia felt some sort of sense trying to leak into her brain but found herself unable to grasp at it, like fog blocking out the sun.

"You are an incredibly alluring girl. From the moment you walked in I've had my eye on you. I was right". He moved with her again, further.

"Right about what?" She asked breathless and confused.

His golden eyes danced like the embers of a bonfire.

"You're trapped. You love and cannot love. You live a lie fabricated around this face."

He stopped dancing and reached down gripping her face. His fingers dug into her cheek and he pressed down so hard she could taste sparks of metal.

"Tragic. Such a beautiful face wasted away on unrequited love." He let his hand fall again and his arms came possesivly snaking around her waist. "No wonder the lucky guy is so beautiful, pretty faces were never known to show much mercy huh?"

With that Cordelia fell. Fell into the warm darkness surrounding her. It was like falling backwards into the ocean on a warm day. The coldness took her over and the last thing she saw was the glint of golden eyes.

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Matthew was now frantically pushed and weaving his way through the dance floor after Cordelia and the golden eyed man. It was him, the dark haired man from earlier.

He had finally caught up to them just in time to see Cordelia fall backwards into the man's tight grip. Her head lulled backwards her eyes shut and lips slightly parted. Matthew cried out, forgetting himself and the setting he was in.

As he rushed towards them the man opened his arms in a grand sweeping gesture and let her fall. Matthew reached out and caught her, sinking to the floor to cushion her fall.

"What did you you?!" Matthew was furious but holding a knife to this man's throat would hardly accomplish anything but getting Matthew kicked out.

The air stilled around them and the room seemed to slow like bodies running through water.

"I didn't do anything she didn't secretly want. She saw what she desired". The man gazed down at them with his chin raised.

"Who do you see fair one?" With those words the man's skin seems to ripple and shudder away revealing a tall pale blonde boy staring down at Matthew.

It was him. When he was 13. Wide eyed and childlike, carrying a small bottle of poison in his pocket.

Matthew was at a loss for words. His mind was going a thousand miles a minute even though it seemed whatever enchantment was at work was pausing the sway of bodies around them.

"Interesting, you and her both long for such heart aching things. What a pair", and with that the man stepped back into the crowd as it swelled back to normal time and swalled him whole. He loooked around frantically but he was no where to be seen

Notes: I was going to make this chapter longer but my notes app I'm writing in has a word count limit 😂. This is very fun to write I hope you guys are having fun reading it. Sorry I was a little late to getting this out. Have a wonderful whenever you're reading this :-).

#cassie clare #tlh spoilers #cassandra clare #chog #chog spoilers #chain of gold fanfic #chain of gold spoilers #chain of gold #cordelia carstairs #matthew and cordelia #james and cordelia #james herondale #matthew fairchild #anna lightwood #the last hours #tlh

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Wings (Lucifer X F!Soulmate!Reader)

Summary: Lucifer is upset about getting his powers taken away. As (Y/N) goes to cheer him up, she finds out that seeing an angel’s wings is apparently not normal.

Requested by @kat-the-kit: Or maybe a Lucifer X Reader where Luci is pouting for getting his powers taken away but Reader cheers him up. Oooooo!!! And she can see his wings (Soulmate AU is life!!!) But doesn't say anything because no one else says something so she thinks it's like a respect thing! Please? (Sorry if I rambled too much!😅)

Key: (Y/N) - your name Warnings: Lucifer is a Good Guy AU (not excusing canon actions. If u dont like, dont read), cursing probably, garbage writing bc im exhausted Word Count: 923

Note: whats supernatural? I stopped watching at the end of s14 and still havent caught up bc i heard some shit that,,,,made me upsetti. Nonetheless, have some lucifer. I know this was probably referring to a certain episode where lucifers powers were lacking w/anael and all that but,,,i hope this is ok? Idk, im just trying to get through these requests.

“Luci? Luci!”

(Y/N) called out for her archangel friend, Lucifer, oddly enough, as she wandered through the bunker. Sam, Dean, and Cas were out on a hunt, leaving her and the devil to hang out.

It was probably the weirdest thing on the planet to be able to say you’re friends with Satan. (Y/N) could say it and actually mean it, while other people would be sent to an asylum.

Lucifer was the best friend she’d ever had, weirdly enough. He was there to talk when she needed it, even there to listen, though he wasn’t always the best at that part. He almost killed a guy for catcalling her once, so that was nice.

(Y/N) had to admit that Lucifer was...a little more jealous than a normal friend would be. She tried not to dwell on it too much. Even thinking that way about him could be dangerous.

He was Satan!

But Satan was late for their movie night and (Y/N) was upset.

“Luci! Where the hell are you!?” She shouted down the halls before realising what she’d said. “Okay! I didn’t make that pun on purpose! Don’t hate me!”

From Lucifer’s room, the door of which was ajar, she heard a muffled snort.

Following the sound, (Y/N) peeked into the room to see a huffy archangel laying on his bed. His brilliantly white wings were around him like blankets, keeping him warm. The sensation of being cold was relatively new to him, seeing as he had just recently lost his powers. Everything human was new to him.

The only way you could tell him apart from a normal person was when his eyes flickered red if he got angry. Plus, his wings. Oh, his beautiful, beautiful wings.

(Y/N) had always wanted to compliment him on them, to maybe feel the feathers. She wondered if angels’ wings were soft. Of course, he was a fallen angel, so maybe his weren’t. Maybe angels didn’t have soft wings at all. It wasn’t as if she could ask Lucifer if she could feel his wings. Nobody ever mentioned them, not even Castiel.

It was a sign of respect, so she thought, to not go inquiring about his added appendages. She wondered why he always showed them, while Cas chose not to. Maybe he was ashamed of his. What she didn’t consider was that maybe nobody else could see Lucifer’s wings.

“There you are!” She exclaimed as she entered. “Running from the Lion King again, are we? I won’t tell Dean you cried.”

“I hate you,” he murmured from under his wings.

She grinned. “There’s the same old Satan. Move over.”

Lucifer reluctantly did as she asked, scooting over on the bed and parting his wings so that she could join him in laying down.

“Hiya,” she greeted teasingly. “Pouting?”

“I’m not pouting,” he huffed. “I’m grieving. Big difference. One is immature and one is more regal, not to mention better for my reputation.”

She rolled her eyes. “Reputation? In this bunker? Please.”

“You’re not helping.” Satan sighed, laying his head down and staring into space beyond (Y/N)’s shoulder. “A few weeks ago, I was the all powerful Light Bringer. Nobody would dare come within 20 feet of me, not in Heaven or Hell. Now, here I am, reduced to Lion King and broken heating units.”

(Y/N) snorted in amusement. “Luci--” she drawled.

“Don’t start. I know I’m stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” she said firmly. “Adjusting to being human is hard. It isn’t all drinking beer and hunting monsters, as much as the Winchesters would like to think it is.”

Luci eyed her curiously. “No, sometimes it’s crying at animated cats.”

“Not gonna lie,” she started with a smirk, “That’s a little more human than I was expecting.”

He groaned. “You’re the worst.” He went to block his view of her with his wings, but she smacked them back.

“Please, I’m your favourite human!” She scoffed, before seeing the look on his face.

Lucifer was almost...aghast. Confused was more like it, but there was an air of awe about him as he looked at her. “Did you just-- hit my wing?”

“Yeah. Sorry, did it hurt?” (Y/N) asked, frowning.

“You can see my wings?” He questioned a little louder. “You can see them?”

She nodded hesitantly. “Of course, I can see your wings. Who can’t? They’re massive.” At his pause, she gawked. “Am I not supposed to see them?”

Instead of answering, Lucifer pushed himself forward, meeting her lips with his.

When he drew away, (Y/N) was sputtering. “What was that?”

“I knew it was you,” he said with a devilish smile. Er--

“Knew it was me? What’s that supposed to mean? Why’d you do that?” (Y/N) questioned, words flowing out of her mouth like she was drunk. “I mean, not that I’m complaining, because that was amazing, but what the hell?”

Lucifer shushed her. “(Y/N), nobody can see an angel’s wings. Except their Soulmate.”

“Their--?” She cut herself off, jaw agape. “Their Soulmate? I’m your--?”

“Yeah. Crazy, huh?” he joked.

Her throat was suddenly very dry and it took a few swallows before (Y/N) could speak again. “I’m Satan’s Soulmate,” she whispered.

For a brief second, an expression of concern and fear passed Lucifer’s face. “Don’t like it?”

“I love it,” (Y/N) said, a giggle escaping her lips. “I shouldn’t, but I really do.”

Luci laughed. “I’m glad.”

“Satan’s Soulmate,” she hummed. “I like the sound of that.”

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Episode Recap: The Lost Colony of Roanoke

Had to miss a week, but now we’re back with @only-freakin-sunflowers catching us up on 3x05!

Good morning Roanoke! We took a creepy, crawly venture into the woods this episode (into the woods it’s time to go, I hate to leave, I have to go…) and let me tell you, I’m glad I read this one in daylight in a well-lit classroom and not alone in bed at night! Let’s recap what we found when we looked past the birds, the trees, and the snatchees this episode.

This episode played a lot into the overall theme of fear (ours and theirs)– starting with Lucy having a nightmare in which Flynn accused her of lying to him and betraying his trust, regarding what she knows about the journal and such. Nice way to play into her insecurities and Flynn’s distance since returning from DC last week, where feelings of his wife and daughter were dredged up by that ugly creature Temple. On that note, let’s address the elephant in the room: there is #Garcy tension in the bunker tonight, and lots of it. Or, maybe it’s all in Lucy’s head, who knows. But it’s getting in the way, it’s making noise in her head and it’s loud. (“Making men talk, huh? Harder than saving the world.” Jiya has the right idea.) And it doesn’t just stay in the bunker. It travels to 1590 with them.

Last episode, again with that crust Temple, it was touched upon that Flynn’s been a soldier for so long that he isn’t used to people calling him by his first name anymore. And I admit, as a viewer, I never refer to him as Garcia – who’s that? Like Lucy, I will make an effort from here on out to call him Garcia, cause he is our friend, that much is true. This scene really touched me; the #Garcy interactions may been rocky this episode (take this from a still hesitant friend of Garcia’s), but this was adorable. She knows him so well.

And then, in contrast, we have Garcia lashing out when Lucy is referred to as his wife, as she usually is on missions where the two of them are a team. Lucy is surprised, I am surprised. It’s clear by this point, if it wasn’t already, that he’s having a down day riding the wave of grief, and he doesn’t want another woman to be called his wife, even if that other woman is Lucy. That’s okay. I like that at least him and Lucy communicate about it, air it all out in the open instead of letting it boil over until someone explodes (*coughs* love you #Lyatt but I’m calling you out). That’s very mature and healthy of them. What I DON’T so much like… listen, Garcia, as I said, I’m a very new and hesitant friend of yours, and if you keep making Lucy cry, I may have to go back to calling you Flynn and disregarding our friendship! (Only I’m allowed to make her cry in fics!) You have been momentarily #cancelled.

Permanently #cancelled?? STANLEY freakin FISHER. Clearly, not very sane– as in, creepy as shit. But, the thing about Stanley and the things that makes him stick with you, instead of disregarding him as he sings nursery rhymes and crawls around with his eyes bugged out, is that he always makes some degree of sense. Even when he’s creepy. “Nobody can help us now” you’re not wrong, but bye, no thanks. (Did I even mention, why is he here??? Rittenhouse what are you even doing??? Leave poor crazy Stanley alone.)

And then amongst other creepy happenings, Flynn gets snatched. Flynn, snatched. Tea, spilt. Hotel, Trivago. AND, we shouldn’t be double dipping and using the Lifeboat as a real boat. But we gotta do it, we gotta save our friend Garcia. Who, may I highlight, can make a damn good monologue. His heart to heart with John White about their daughters? My weak ass heart.

Then Lucy gets snatched too. Lucy, snatched. Tea, spilt. Hotel, trivago. She is being held only slightly captive by Eleanor Dare, a wannabe Native whose world has also been destroyed by Rittenhouse. There’s the ticket, there’s the R word. Another heart to heart– I ship it– and she’s no longer snatched. But, Lucy, I gotta say: You are not one of them, sweetie. Blood doesn’t mean a damn thing sweetheart. Blood doesn’t make a family, love does (*sings* it’s not where you come from, it’s where you belonggg… please make friends with me if you just got my reference, I really am not a person but a pile of fandoms wearing a trench coat plagued with exhaustion.)

AND THEN EVEN STILL, Wyatt gets snatched. (Wyatt, snatched, tea, spilt, hotel…) But he just got caught in a hunting snare, meh. Honestly, Wyatt in his pit made me laugh. Is that a metaphor or something? Wyatt and his pit? While nobody deserves to be snatched, honestly maybe Lucy should’ve stayed snatched. It would’ve stopped her from coming out as a WITCH in times where they are burned at the stake. Do you have a death wish, Lucille? BUT, by her own definition, sure, she is a witch.

Now my wig’s snatched too.

I thought the last snatch of the episode was going to be the Lifeboat into another dimension. I thought it was going to break, and they’d all end up somewhere resembling 1888’s Chinatown except they’d all be together and it would be a big disaster. Clearly, I like to jump to conclusions. Fortunately, our team made it home safe… but they didn’t catch Rittenhouse this trip, because Rittenhouse is still playing super dirty, in past and present. In present? Well. Well well well.

The Rittenhouse Foundation For Public History? The What Now? You fools, you absolute buffoons, what on God’s Green One– “A new project to rediscover and remake America today?” I do not think so. “To our future.” Thanks, I hate it!

Here’s to another week of me slowly losing my marbles, having it up to here with Rittenhouse (er, The Rittenhouse Foundation For Public History...), and witnessing the loveliest of friendships continuing to foster and fester in our humble bunker abode! Thanks for putting up with me!

(ONE THING I DIDN’T NOTE BECAUSE I WAS TOO BUSY LOVINGLY COMPLAINING– # F L U F U S # F L U F U S # F L U F U S also # W Y A T T and R U F U S # W Y A T T and R U F U S # W Y A T T and R U F U S )

#timeless #timeless s3 #3x05 #episode recap

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littlestshelby · 6 years

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Little One. Pt.11.

Part 11 Of ??

Tommy had men out everywhere searching for felicity. It had been three days now and he still hadn’t spoken to Polly, she stayed out the way and kept her mouth shut, knowing how angry her nephew was with her.

“How can she hide?! She’s a tiny omega who you can smell from miles around! It’s been three days if she got picked up she could be anywhere.” Tommy ran his hand over his face as he stood in his office one hand in his pocket as he looked over the paperwork on his desk. “Lees have gone Tom, Johnny Dogs says they left four days ago. Doubt they’d have picked her up anyway.” John meant against the door frame.

“In any case have Esme get ahold of them see if they saw anything, Arthur get on the phone to the Jew tell him I’ll send him the next shipment of tobacco free if he sends his men out to look for her in London.” Tommy was seething, if he hadn’t been such a fuckin hot head felicity would still be here.

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Felicity sat with her knees up to her chest crying “you mean you didn’t know?” Flora stood staring at the little omega. She shook her head “I only h-had my heat a few days ago.” Flora looked scandalised “and tha bastard didn’t bond ya?!”

With a shake of her head and a heart broken sob Flora stepped out of the caravan. Felicity curled up in the corner of the bed and cried to herself, she was pregnant, she was having a baby, babies maybe. Her mind flashed with memory’s of the Alphas family she had been apart of so briefly yet they had made her feel so warm and welcome. Her heart aches for them but she was no longer welcome, All she wanted was to curl up in her nest with Ada and wait for the world to stop turning.

“Darlin?” A voice asked quietly from the door, looking up felicity saw Elsie smiling sadly at her. “Would you like to come stay in our nest tonight, Ezra will sleep out under the stars.” Felicity nodded scrambling toward the older omega. Elsie pulled her to her chest holding the little thing while she cried.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to but you and your pups are safe and welcome here for however long you need.” She kissed her head and rocked her slightly in the doorway to the caravan. With a smile and a quick comforting smile from Ezra, Elsie took felicity into her nest wrapping her in blankets before curling up with her, “you can sleep in here with me until you feel better, Ezra doesn’t mind as long as you’re okay.” She spoke softly tucking felicitys hair behind her ear.

Whispering a thank you felicity held onto Elsie’s hand before drifting into a fitful sleep.

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Two weeks had passed now and Felicity has finally gone back to sleeping with Flora. A gently feeling of calm had washed over her changing body, she would be okay, here with her baby. Ezra had sat her down and told her that he would help her the best he could and would provide for the little omega as Pack alpha. Pups in the pack were treated with so much care and gentleness that felicity felt at ease.

Now the only problem was the ache in her chest. An ache for something or someone she couldn’t have, she refused to believe it was Tommy and the rest of the family she had fallen so in love with.

Felicity was sat by the stream cleaning clothes with the beta girls giggling when she heard Ezra being called. She stood up carefully and touched her stomach. Usually flat Belly now ever so slightly rounded, protruding about 1cm our from her hip bones. Not noticeable to anyone but herself but the sweet smell of pregnancy was mixed in sweetly with the scent of flowers.

“You okay felicity?” Lucy asked, Ezra and Elsie’s youngest daughter. She was a few years younger than Felicity, hadn’t presented yet. Felicity guessed she was probably going to be an alpha, she was very protective and possessive it made her smile.

“I’m okay just gonna head up and grab some fruit.” She smiled softly at the other girls and headed up the small embankment, the camp coming into view. A car was pulled up, a posh one like one she’d seen when Polly took her and Ada into the city. Walking over slowly she saw a tall man with a cane and a top hat stood talking to Ezra. Before she even reached the camp Elsie was grabbing her arm and pulling her quickly inside a caravan and holding her finger to her lips.

Felicitys heart hammered in her chest. “I would appreciate if you didn’t get to close to my caravan Mr Solomons. My mate is pregnant and resting in her nest.” Ezra said just outside. Elsie held her hand over felicitys mouth now as the two omegas stood dead still in the small space.

“Ah congratulations! Love babies me, very sweet always smilin no idea Uh the ‘orrors Uh life yet. Yeah. Anyway the Shelby boys Uh lookin f’ a young omega that did one from up there way. Let us know if ya hear anythin, you’ll be gettin a visit from Kin soon enough no doubt.” And then silence.

The omegas stayed put for another ten minutes until the doors open to reveal Ezra with a stoic look on his face, Elsie had her eyes on the ground. “So you ran from the shelbys.” He said in a deep voice no emotion attached to his words.

Slowly felicity nodded her eyes welling up. “Baby’s a shelby?” He asked nodding at her stomach, with a nod Elsie hurried away from her and stood behind her husband. Felicity floundered confused, “but I- i” Ezra shook his head and ran his hand over his face.

“We can’t keep you from em. If they come ere and find yuh the peace between our family’s will be broken and war with break out messy and blood soaked war.” Ezra watched as felicitys entire body shrank in.

“You can stay with us if you please felicity but we cannot hide you when they come.” Ezra watched her sadly now, a grim look on his face. “You shouldn’t have ran from them sweetheart.”

That night news came that Esme and John would be visiting in the morning. So that night while Flora was sleeping Felicity packed a bag and slipped out of the caravan. Before she could even make it out of camp she spotted Ezra lent against a tree smoking his eyes on her as she walked toward him now.

“I have to go I can’t see them.” She whispered tears on her cheeks. “I’m so thankful for everything you did for me, and I want nothing more to spend the rest of my life here with you all but I can’t risk your family getting hurt for me. If they come tell them you had picked me up and I ran as soon as we got here.” Felicity reached for the Alphas hand. And he just nodded his head and hugged her.

“Tell Elsie and Flora I love them.” She whispered. Ezra slipped a wad of money in her pocket and quickly sent her away the sun was just rising so she wouldn’t be out in the dark alone. There was a village not to far away she could make it there by evening. Maybe she could find somewhere to slay there. Somewhere away from the clutches of the fuckin shelbys.

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“She’s definitely there Tommy. No alpha leaves his omega alone that time of night to say goodbye to a wandering beta. I couldn’t get close enough to get her scent just followed her to the village, yeah... yeah... okay. Goodnight Tommy, yes I’ll see you tomorrow.” The alpha with a peaked cap stood in the phone box watching the small girl buy a loaf of bread and head for the bed and breakfast.

“Oh you’re in trouble little thing.” He smirked.

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amicitiaas · 6 years

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[FIC]Paterfamilias

Synopsis: Ignis comes to realize that family is important for an Amicitia, especially if you're dating one. {Established Relationship. Babysitting.}

Characters: Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Iris Amicitia, Talcott Hester

Pairing: Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia

Wordcount: 6965

Rating: T (There’s one F-bomb)

When Gladio texted him confirming a night to themselves, he was ecstatic; an understatement, but their schedules had been mismatched for nearly a month and a half. Squeezing in time here and there beyond an hour or two was difficult, to say the least, and as the Crown Prince’s Advisor, his scheduling ability—and Gladio’s, if he was doling out credit— were top notch. Their last “evening to themselves” as it were, was three months ago after his formal oaths into the Crownsguard.

About a year into their relationship now, they considered themselves lucky to have few instances where their work and lifestyle had cancelled plans, but with both their formal oaths completed, and Gladio’s formal oaths as Shield, now the difficulty was beginning to show. He didn’t mind, welcomed the challenge actually, but knowing he had Gladio’s affections stoked the selfish desires of himself he usually cast aside. There was a certain satisfaction opening up the tabloids and seeing the speculation of “Lucis’ most eligible bachelor” and knowing the real answer. That he was off the market and very dedicated to his relationship.

Ignis pulled in to the Amicitia home garage, his Crown car given the passcode for the day. He was surprised it was Clarus who had insisted he have it daily, the only other people outside the family with unlimited access were Cor, Dustin, and Monica, and the latter two were his right and left hands. But then again, Lord Clarus was always big on family, including close friends, and while the Amicitias, all of them, were always well-liked, they kept only a handful of confidants. Perhaps that explained the screaming of children filling the house. Gladio had warned him his dad was babysitting his sister Felicia’s children, something that happened often enough. He recalled that Gladio speculated he’d probably have more siblings if they weren’t Shields.

Knocking would be futile against the sound of feet running up the stairs, the giggling and screaming not withstanding. He sent a text to Gladio to let him know he was there and walked past the mudroom and into the kitchen, observing the three extra pairs of small shoes that weren’t Iris’. His observation also extended to the absolute mess the kitchen was in. It looked as if they had started baking something with chocolate, but there were too much ingredients out for cookies, and the sheer amount of eggs pointed to brownies or fudge. He cringed at the small chocolatey fingerprints on every counter and the large white handprint on the fridge door, unsure if it belonged to Gladio or his father.

Carefully, he navigated through the disaster area to the sliding door that separated the dining and living rooms, hearing heavy footsteps as he shut it.

Gladio came down the stairs, half his shirt and shorts wet, carrying a fussy Talcott in his arms. His eyes had that tight crease at the edges that hinted to his weariness but he still smiled when he laid eyes on him, his face brightening.

“Hey babe,” he said when he reached the foot of stairs. “Probably gonna have to cancel tonight. My dad had to head to the Citadel so it’s me, again.”

Ignis tried not to let his disappointment show, but he was surprised in all the times Lord Clarus babysat, he’d only been called out two or three times, leaving Gladio in charge.

“It happens. Probably that blasted Council vote on the historic district.”

The Council has been back and forth on whether to expand the district to include the old Aegis buildings that have been a decrepit eyesore for decades, home to transients, and restore it for preservation as an open air museum, or demolish them, keeping the old courtyard and implementing a sustainable park with archives, accessible housing for immigrants, and artisan shops of crafts from outside the Crown City. The deadlock was caused by a few council members who were generally opposed to anything that pertained to non Crown-City born citizens; it was quite the annoyance. Even the King’s Shield was beginning to lose his calm demeanor in the course of their discussions. After last night’s recess, he was pretty sure only he and the King were meant to hear that the meeting was, in Lord Clarus’ own words, ‘fucking ridiculous.’

Gladio sighed. “Probably. He mentioned something about strangling Lord Mensa before he left.”

Ignis checked his phone just to be sure. “Huh. I wasn’t notified. But he does mention that under his breath fairly frequently, so maybe he’s just following through on his promise.”

Laughing, he bounced Talcott a few times. “Yep, we’re pretty big on promises in this family.”

“Your father including Talcott in his brood this weekend?” The boy was three now, old enough to play, or try to at least, with the older children, but still rather small for his age. Or perhaps just in comparison to Gladio.

He nodded. “I think he misses when Iris was a baby. My Aunt told me when Pia was born, he used to visit them a ton just to play with her. Pretty sure that’s why there’s such a close age gap between them.”

“Ah,” he smiled, imagining how the intimidating Shield must have looked with a small child in his arms. “Is he the culprit of the chocolate explosion in the kitchen?”

“Nope,” Gladio said, ruffling Talcott’s sandy hair. “Little man got caught in the crossfire. Well, we all did. Clara and Justin decided the chocolate was better in each other’s hair and it escalated from there.”

Ignis smiled, spotting the chocolate that remained on his neck and cheek, and stepped closer to wipe off a small portion with his thumb. “A Shield couldn’t stop a scuffle of small children in his own house?” He slipped the digit against his tongue to lick it off, enjoying how Gladio’s attention went to it.

Gladio hummed in approval. “I did. Iris is giving Clara a bath and Pia is taking care of Justin. I just finished with this guy.”

As if on cue, there was a thud from upstairs and the sound of large amounts of water splashing where it should not be. Ignis raised is eyebrows in concern and Gladio sighed, closing his eyes as he contained his anger. After a second, he handed Talcott to him and ran up the stairs, two at a time. “If what I think is happening is happening, it better not be!”

Ignis was left still holding Talcott an armslength away, quite unsure of whether he should still hold him or put him down. He’d seen the boy walk, but perhaps Gladio was afraid he’d go back to the kitchen? It also occurred to him how easily Gladio handed off a toddler to take care of business like it was an old habit.

“Well, you’ve had quite the evening.” He smiled at Talcott and awkwardly brought him closer and figured how to balance him on his hip, then decided to just hold him like he’d seen others do.

Gladio’s voice echoed through the house. “Why would you do this? All you had to do is take a bath like normal!”

He made a face at the toddler. “And by the sound of it, it seems we’re both in for more.”

“Iggy’s glasses!” the boy said, reaching for them.

He tilted his head out of reach. “No. Not for playing.” Logic told him he had to be firm with small children, but still instilling. Looking around for a toy, he spotted a board book about animals. “Here,” he said, “Let’s look at the pictures—er, and words.” At three, he should be able to read right? He had read at two years old, and Noctis at three as well, so it wasn’t out of the question. Talcott was exceptionally bright. He could see his attention always darting between speakers in conversation, his vocabulary very broad for toddler as well.

Duscae Animals the title proclaimed, and the distinction between regions hinted at this book being for older readers. “Hrmm. Not bad.” Making his way to the couch, he sat and balanced Talcott on his lap. He opened the book. “Alright, let’s see. ‘Garulas. Garulas eat grass on the plains of Duscae. They live in herds. A herd is—’”

Talcott shook his head and squealed. “No!” Then he made his limbs rigid to try and slip out of Ignis’ grip.

“Not garulas, then?” He sighed, looking something else while struggling to maintain control over him. The thought occurred to him that maybe the children hadn’t eaten yet, if the kitchen was any indication, but they were also making dessert, and he knew Gladio wouldn’t make that poor a choice. Was it bedtime then? It was 7pm, certainly late for a just-turned-three-year-old. Perhaps he might join Clarus in strangling Lord Mensa for ruining his evening as well.

When the planking didn’t work to free himself, Talcott started going red in the face and pushing his arms away. “No. No,” he repeated.

“I’m sorry, Talcott. I can’t let you roam.”

Then his tiny face did the bunching that all children’s did when they were about to cry.

Ignis huffed, scooping him up and standing, trying to emulate what Gladio had done earlier to calm him. “Oh dear. I’ve gone and upset you now.”

“No, you didn’t,” Gladio said, peeking over the balcony, the whole front of his shirt completely wet now. He stopped to pull it over his head, and Ignis had to wonder if it was to put on a show for him. It was always a treat to see the physique he worked hard on and the quickly filling in tattoo. “Don’t pander to him either, that’s exactly what he wants. I fell for it.”

As he came down the stairs, he smiled at Ignis, that soft expression that enhanced the fine features of his face. He knew that Ignis was admiring him, not that he was particularly hiding it. When he reached the bottom, they held eye contact for a moment before Talcott tried to grab his glasses again.

Gladio frowned. “Lemme’ toss this in the laundry real quick and I’ll take him.” He slid the door to the kitchen open again and went to the laundry room, which he could have easily accessed from the other stairs on the other end of the hall nearer to the bathrooms. So, he either took this way to check on him or show off. Or both. Either way, Ignis loved every opportunity to enjoy the neat cuts and lines of his back and imagine how Gladio would look once his tattoo was completed. A trueborn shield.

He felt a pang of sorrow recalling nearly a year ago when Gladio had expressed his decision to undertake such a grand commitment. His father had just revealed to him that Noctis was the Chosen King and he felt it appropriate to make an equally bold statement as his Shield. Not a week after, the King had pulled him aside and told him the prophecy too, seeing how it had affected their relationship. Or perhaps it had been Clarus’ observation? Regardless, they both now knew what awaited Noctis and it was their job to guide him, support him, protect him. Even now, he still grasped with the full understanding of how both the King and his Shield had prepared them differently than their positions were. Perhaps that was why they had supported their relationship? To counteract the future?

“Hey,” Gladio said softly. “Come back to me.”

“Hrmm?” He focused on Gladio suddenly in front of him, now wearing a light cotton tee.

“You were deep in thought. Usually you’re pretty cute, but you look concerned.” He reached for Talcott who rested his head against his chest. “Everything alright?”

Ignis smiled to reassure him. “Just a thought. Everything alright upstairs?”

The corners of Gladio’s mouth pulled down and he furrowed his brows, unhappy with the deflection. “Yeah. Just some shenanigans,” he emphasized with a tired breath. “Nothing I couldn’t handle. You sure you’re alright? I’m sorry tonight didn’t really go as planned.”

“It’s fine, really. I’m already here, might as well make the most of it.” He gave one of his coy smiles he knew drove him crazy. “Only been here twenty minutes and you already had an excuse to remove your shirt.”

Gladio grinned. “I don’t need an excuse. But,” he teased, "I could called Cor.”

He tilted his head, incapable of escaping his charm. “Isn’t the Marshal only to be called during an emergency?” He knew Cor was “off the clock”—as much as they forced him to be—but he was always on-call for the King and, to a lesser extent, Clarus. He was the designated guardian of both Iris and Gladio, since he wasn’t twenty yet.

Gladio looked tempted for a moment, then thought better. “Yeah, but that’s only for emergencies. ‘There are emergencies and there are emergencies,’” he recited. “He hates, hates babysitting. Unless it’s Iris.”

Yes, Iris was Cor’s only exception. His favorite. And she knew it.

“But I’m pretty sure this classifies as an emergency.”

Raising his eyebrows, Ignis awaited what came next. “Oh?”

“I really want to kiss my boyfriend. He works so hard.”

He rolled his eyes despite feeling how his cheeks warmed up. “Come now, I work just as hard as you.”

“I know. That’s why we haven’t had any alone time lately,” he said as he leaned in for a quick kiss.

Talcott put a hard stop on that when he reached for his glasses again, this time smudging the lenses.

“Whoops, sorry about that. He’s fussy. He didn’t take his nap and then all the excitement earlier. It’s bedtime.”

Taking his glasses off and cleaning them, he said, “And here I thought it was my reading.”

“Were you reading the Duscae book?”

He nodded.

“Ah. I think he’s tired of it. He’ll read a book like twice and then he’s done. I gotta see if Iris has any old books that she doesn’t read anymore that are appropriate for him. He’s a bright kid. Probably got another Iggy on our hands,” he grinned.

Ignis put his glasses back on. “Well then, maybe I should choose some books for him.”

“Oh no, I can’t handle two of you!”

“‘Handle me, he says,’” peering sidelong at him, a smirk tugging at his lips. “And who says I’m the one who needs handling?”

Gladio simply shrugged. “Well, if you help me get the brats to clean up and get to bed, you can handle me any way you like.” He waggled his eyebrows, earning a slap to the shoulder. “Hey.”

“That’s for saying that in front of him.”

He held his hand up in apology. “Okay.” Then he covered Talcott’s ear and leaned forward again. “You sure that’s not some of your handling?”

Ignis shook his head. “You are incorrigible.”

“Which means ‘handsome,’ right, Talcott?” Gladio tried to impress upon him. His head still resting on Gladio’s shoulder, Talcott stared sleepily at both of them before turning his head the other way.

“Case in point.”

“Wow, tough crowd tonight.”

Spying a blanket with printed cactuars on it draped unceremoniously on the couch, Ignis collected it and started up the stairs. “Shall we? Clean up then bedtime, was it?” That was one child down. Four more to go. Perhaps they might still salvage the evening.

Gladio followed and they went up to the second floor. At the top, Ignis tossed over his shoulder, “They’ve all eaten?”

“Iggy, c’mon, it’s me. They ate all their vegetables too. Didn’t even force ‘em.”

“Impressive. Can you get the Prince to do that too?”

“Sorry, babe, that’s outside my job description. And I’d probably break my oath. If I tried to force him to eat his veggies, someone’s gonna get hurt and it ain’t me or the vegetables.”

Ignis hummed in agreement. He’d nearly reached that point too. Luckily it was in his job description and ordered by the King, so to speak. “Where’s he sleeping?”

“Uh, my room. Until Jared comes back from poker night. Sorry. I’d have him sleep downstairs but we’re gonna clean and the kids’ll wake him up.”

“Speaking of the other kids…” He hadn’t heard anything since Gladio went up to check on the splashing.

“Yeah could you check on them? It’s a little too quiet. Clara should be with Iris in her room and Pia and Justin should either still be cleaning up the water that decided to leave the tub or in the guest room.”

Nodding, he handed him the blanket and made to turn and head down the hall but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the image of Talcott’s peaceful sleeping head on Gladio’s shoulder and the ease at which he handled and navigated with the child made him pause. It seemed almost second nature to him, but surely he hadn’t handled a child that small in five years, even longer if he considered Iris. And yet, Gladio made sure to place Talcott down gently on his bed and then use his many pillows as a barrier against the edge. He was transfixed at the sight, his heart welling at the many skills Gladio was adept at, including family, but at the same time, he felt like a voyeur, as if this was not something that was meant for him.

He observed further; Gladio covered Talcott with the blanket and even from this distance, he could hear the soft sigh that escaped his lips as he watched him sleep. Other emotions he couldn’t place jumbled in his chest when Gladio stretched a single finger and brushed the back of it gently against the boy’s cheek, almost an absent motion. Then he smiled and swept Talcott’s hair aside.

The sound of children giggling broke Ignis from his thoughts and he quickly returned to his original task. Determining it to originate from Iris’ room, he headed further down the hall to her room. Her door was ajar and he could see all four of them sitting on the ground in the circle. Clara whispered into Justin’s ear and he whispered into Iris’ ear. She in turn then whispered in Pia’s and then Pia said it out loud, but the phrase was odd. “You have to throw that?”

Everyone laughed and Clara said, “No. I said exitus acta probat.” Ignis raised his eyebrows. He had to give her credit on her Ancient Lucian at eight years old.

Pia sighed. “You didn’t tell us we were doing Ancient Lucian.”

“Yeah,” Iris chimed in. “And whatever Justin told me definitely didn’t sound like that.”

Justin made a face. “Psh, yeah I did. It’s my turn. And I’m doing something in Ancient Lucian.”

Before they got started again, Ignis decided to knock on the door. Four pairs of eyes looked at him expectantly and for a brief moment he felt out of sorts, unsure what to say to them.

“Hey Iggy,” Iris greeted. “Wanna play Telephone with us?”

He regained his composure, smiling at Iris. “Uh, I appreciate the offer, but we need to clean the kitchen.”

Clara and Justin complained noisily and Pia sighed again but Iris had her face set and nodded, standing to head down. She knew the wrath of her brother and father.

“Hey,” Gladio said behind him. “What are you twerps waiting for? You heard him. Ignis has as much authority in this household as I do.”

“Why? Because he’s your boyfriend?” Justin teased, getting up with his sisters.

“Because he’s an adult and yes, because he’s my boyfriend.” He angled at the door so they could pass. “C’mon let’s go. And Talcott is already sleeping so no noise up here.” He looked up at Ignis, smiling.

Iris led her cousins down to the kitchen, Gladio and Ignis at the end of the line.

“So I have authority now?” Ignis whispered.

Gladio grinned. “Yeah. Even authority over me. It’s almost my bedtime too.”

Rolling his eyes, he shook his head.

“But really though, they’ll listen to you. They’re good kids. The best, actually. Amicitias.” He watched his cousins go down the stairs and shrugged. “Well, Pia. The twins get excitable.”

When they got to the kitchen, they all lined up and waited for Gladio to start speaking. He went to a drawer by the sink and pulled out a handful of hand towels, then grabbed a container of antibacterial wipes from under the sink and placed them all on the counter.

“Alright, delegation,” he started. “Twins, you’re on counter duty since you decided chocolate goes in hair. But, you better make sure no chocolate goes anywhere else, including yourselves or it’s another shower for you.”

Clara started. “But Justin—”

“—Nope. You put chocolate in his hair too. Wipes first then I’ll come in with with rags. Pia, you take care of putting ingredients away and wiping down handles. Iris, you’re on dish duty.”

“—I don’t know where everything goes but I’ll do my best,” Pia said.

“Alright, Pia you’re on dishes, Iris you’re ingredients and handles and then helping her when you’re done. Twenty minutes tops. Got it? Questions?”

“Can I play music?” Iris asked.

“If it’ll make you clean faster, but remember, not too loud.”

Iris was the first one to move and grabbed a few wipes and a rag, pulling out her phone from her pocket to play music on the sound system. Pia, Clara, and Justin following suit, the kitchen now a busy workstation. Gladio got a rag and made it wet, ready to wipe counters.

“And where am I stationed?” Ignis asked.

“Huh?” Gladio looked up from the rag he was folding. “Oh you don’t have to help, babe. We got this.”

Ignis gave him a withering look. Surely he knew by now he was an impeccable and expert organizer. It would be a shame to let his talents go unused. “I seem to remember certain agreements about the speed of cleaning and bedtime, so we get to other activities,” he said under his breath so Gladio had to lean in close to hear, his grin spreading when he heard him.

“Well then, by all means, Iggy. And here I thought I was the eager one.”

Picking up a clean towel, he gave him a coy smile. “You are. But I don’t mind a little incentive here and there. Work hard, play harder. That sort of thing.” He left him to his implication and went to dry dishes Pia was done washing.

He was fairly certain he knew were everything went; cups in the cupboard near the fridge, plates in the one on the counter island, knives in the woodblock near the juicer—Jared’s organization. Or perhaps Master Clarus’? Either way, he appreciated its efficiency, and the only true way to test a kitchen was to cook in it, and he enjoyed cooking here on occasion. Pia handed him a can-opener however and he drew a blank, unsure where it went. He didn’t think he’d ever used one here, always trying to focus on fresh ingredients.

Gladio was instructing the twins on something over at the island, so he turned to Iris. “Iris, where does this belong?”

She squinted at it, thinking. “Um, that drawer there on the right?”

He tried it, fairly certain it was the giant utensil drawer.

“Oh, sorry. Maybe this one?” she said. “With the wine and bottle openers?”

“Seems appropriate. Thanks.”

He returned to Pia who was doing a marvelous job at dishes, and he was glad Gladio put one of the older children in charge of it. Although at fourteen, Pia was less of a child and more of a young lady, and he was surprised she opted to spend the weekend here with her younger siblings instead of with her friends, but then again, Gladio and even his father took Iris and Pia to the mall and it was a testament to their strong family ties.

“So Ignis,” Pia started, working on a mixing bowl, “You specialize in daggers and polearms, right?”

“Correct, that is my chosen specialization but I do favor katanas if I must choose a sword.”

“Cool. Yeah, our grandmother used a katana, but not sure if that’s what I’m really into. I’ve seen you fight and you use more gymnastics than other Crownsguard.”

“More of a preference. I have the advantage of being rather tall.” He was unaware other Amicitia members were studying his techniques but that was how he eventually decided how he would train. Pia was near the age of formal acceptance into the Crownsguard but he had also heard she was taking her time with her decision, though certainly, joining the Crownsguard was not a light decision.

She laughed. “So do we. But there hasn’t been an Amicitia who wielded either daggers or polearms in several generations. Maybe ever.”

Ignis smiled, wondering if his role as Prince’s Advisor made others believe he was to be consulted on everything. “You can be the first. And if you want some hands on training, I’d be happy to give you some. If I’m honest, I haven’t lifted a greatsword in two years and my form was dismal. Don’t tell Gladio.” He barely scored an above average for his proficiency during training.

That seemed to cheer her up. “Thanks. Mostly everyone in this family uses greatswords, even my mother, but that’s not really for me, you know?” She handed him the bowl and he set to drying it.

“Of course. There’s no one weapon that’s suitable for everyone. From what I’ve seen, Iris is quite the prodigy in her close quarter combat. It’d be interesting to see what she might choose as her weapon.”

“She’s scary. Don’t ever spar with her. I had a huge bruise on my thigh for two weeks.”

“Who’s scary?” Iris came up behind them, finished with her tasks.

“Your brother,” Ignis covered, garnering a small smile of relief from Pia.

“Gladdy? Psssh.” Iris laughed hard. “He’s a big softy. You should know, you kiss him and everything.”

Oh he did know. “Except when he’s hungry.”

“Oh yeah, that. Anyway, I can take over, Ignis.” He handed her the towel and promptly stepped on a cheeseball. Where it came from, he didn’t know as there were no chips in sight, but it drew his attention to the state of the floor and he sighed, heading to the mudroom to grab the broom.

Glancing at his watch, he noted they were making good time.

Gladio must have caught sight of him because he said, “Keeping an eye on that clock, huh?”

“You did say twenty minutes.”

“You don’t think they’ll get done in that time?”

“I…didn’t think they’d be doing so well, actually,” he admitted. Although he did seem to catch the group at their rowdiest. “However, the point has been made that these are Amicitia children so their temperament and ability is exceptional.”

He tossed a rag over his shoulder, leaning on a counter in the door frame of the mudroom. “Well, temperament is up in the air. We are stubborn.”

Gladio was always very self-aware, including that his bulk blocked him from returning to the kitchen. Smiling up at him, Ignis added, “Ah yes, I must agree. You are exceptionally stubborn.”

“And yet you put up with me,” he said, crossing his arms.

Ignis hummed. “It is quite the mystery,” he said before leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his lips. He loved how his face brightened whenever he surprised him with small intimacies.

Gladio angled to let him pass and followed behind him. “Kids aren’t so bad,” he brought up again. “Once they’re old enough they can do pretty much anything. Really good problem solvers if you don’t mind creative solutions. And if you have more than one, they help each other out. Four’s a bit much for me though. Two maybe.”

At the last sentence, Ignis paused. “Two?” he said before realizing he said it out loud.

“Yeah, maybe. I liked having Iris around. The gap’s maybe a bit too big though.” He continued back to check up on the twins’ progress.

Still in the doorway, that odd distancing feeling that he’d been experiencing all night came at him in full force. Gladio wanted two children. He’d said it so casually, so absolutely, and even in his mind’s eye vision of the future, Ignis had always known that Gladio would have an heir one day, as his line demanded. But he had never factored in himself, that an Amicitia heir from Gladio would be his child too. A child—or children, had never been a topic that came up. Why should it have if they were both still young? If Gladio was already prepped to be head of household that it was ingrained in him? If the implication was plain as day simply because he was an Amicitia? Even Clarus, in his thorough preparation, had not brought up the issue, despite everything, from their shared duty to Noctis, to potential issues and formalities if they married, to welcoming him in to their family. Because it was plain as day. And yes, even Lord Clarus, with his intimate relationship with the King, could not escape the issue of heirs. And it had been an issue—

“— Iggy.”

Gladio had gently touched his arm, breaking his thoughts. Ignis ignored his concerned expression and forced a smile, busying himself with sweeping. After a few seconds, he could still feel Gladio’s eyes, but then Clara declared that she and Justin were done.

“Good,” Gladio said. “Looks like all of you are done. Good job.”

“So we can go now?” Justin asked.

“Nope, it’s early bedtime for both of you. Don’t forget that this was your doing.”

Both Clara and Justin protested. “But Uncle Clarus was going to let us watch a movie!”

“And I was too,” he said firmly, “but you decided to cause trouble so bedtime. Go. Before I give you the usual punishment in this family.” Ignis understood punishment to an Amicitia wasn’t lost privileges. It was additional workouts and training.

“You two,” he turned to Iris and Pia. “”You can do what you want but be in bed by midnight.”

“Midnight?” Iris complained.

“I said be in bed, not sleeping. You can watch a movie or read a book or whatever but be in your room, alright?”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. C’mon, Pia.”

Gladio returned to wiping the counter, but Ignis knew it was clean and he was waiting until all the kids went upstairs.

“Surprisingly lenient,” he said of the option.

“Well, they didn’t actually do anything wrong, they helped clean up, and also gave the twins a bath.” Putting the rag down on the counter, he crossed over to him. “You okay? Lost you for a sec back there.”

Ignis found he couldn’t meet Gladio’s gaze; he was a sucker for those big amber eyes, but they were also dangerously perceptive. One look and he would know. “You’ve nothing to worry about. It’s fine.”

“Is it?” he pressed.

Sighing, he nodded. “It is.” This was a long conversation, perhaps best saved for another day. But then he glanced at Gladio’s concerned expression and he knew it would trouble him until he said something. It was in his nature to solve things headon and ensure his loved ones were unhurt. Ignis pushed his glasses further up his nose, glancing aside. “It’s something else that—” His eyes landed on the refrigerator, on an old crayon drawing of Iris’ that had a depiction of her holding hands with ‘Daddy and Gladdy.’ That swell of disorientation came rushing back and he changed his mind. He couldn’t bring it up here, not in his house, surrounded by his family. “—Nevermind. I-I’m overreacting.”

“Hey.” Immediately, Gladio rushed through the kitchen to him and took both his hands in his, tilting his head so Ignis would look at him. “Hey, you never overreact, okay?” he said softly. “Ignis, look at me.” He gave his fingers a gentle squeeze and he glanced up. “You don’t. I over react,” he joked, garnering a small smile from him.

“But,” he continued, “You do tend to overcompensate, and that’s okay. You’re always thinking about things before I ever do, which is a good thing. Then I come and ruin things with my big mouth, and I’m sorry if I said something to upset you.”

“You haven’t. I just—” Ignis paused, considering how to explain the tide of emotions that overcame him so quickly, because he immediately did not want Gladio to believe he’d done something wrong when he was just sharing his thoughts and aspirations. Perhaps he had found no other way to bring it up than here in his home, surrounded by his family because that was the only place he could do so. He met Gladio’s gaze, his best friend, his partner, his confidant, the last person he wanted to hurt with his struggles. He took a steadying breath. “Earlier…you mentioned having children and for some reason it finally occurred to me that that was also an answer for me.” He could see Gladio’s expression begin to change, to hone in. He glanced aside. “And I, admittedly, haven’t put too much thought into it. The formalities and options yes, but not this. Not family life. Not the reality of it.”

Gladio’s expression was unreadable, an indication he was deep in thought. “Iggy..”

“With Talcott, you handled him marvelously and the other children, the discipline. You’re a natural.” He couldn’t stop the slight tremor in his voice because he really was a natural. Gladio was many things, is many things, will be many things, and he knew that being a good father was one of those.

Gladio brought his hands up, trailing over his arms and finally drew him into an embrace. His chin pressed against his temple. Ignis’ molded into the shape of Gladio’s embrace, his arms under his, hands grasping at the broad expanse of his back. There was no other place he felt safest.

“I didn’t learn all that overnight. Most of it is just being an older brother and some of it is just watching what my dad does. It’s just practice. I dropped Iris once. And I after I was so scared to hold her. Course I was just a kid, but, then when the twins were four, I lost Justin at the mall and I was so scared. I was so afraid someone had kidnapped him because of who we are and I just couldn’t stop thinking how scared he was, if they’d hurt him. For a long time, I told myself I wouldn’t have any children. It was too much of a risk. They can’t help what family they’re born into. The duty, the service, the danger.”

His arms encircled him tighter. “And then trying to find a partner that didn’t want to marry me because of my name. How could I know they would protect our children? Then,” he sighed, and Ignis could hear his heart beat faster. “I realized I already found someone who cared about who I was. Who knew to nurture, to protect, who was intelligent, who saw the true nature of people. Who guided a scared boy to a confident prince who will lead a kingdom.”

Pulling his head back to look at him, Gladio grinned, the corners of his eyes wet. “And the best part was he loves me too. He understands everything I have to do even if I’m to afraid to admit it.”

Just when he couldn’t believe he could love Gladiolus Amicitia any more than he already did, he had to go and say things like this that made him a complete mess. Sniffling, he pressed his face into the warmth of his chest. “You give me far too much credit.”

Gladio laughed, sniffling, as well. “What? You get like all the credit, babe. You’re the best. You really are. And, I know you didn’t say it, but, honestly? I’m scared too. Sometimes I wonder if I really want kids, but then I remember that I swore an oath to protect Noct, to guide him and that includes providing shields for his children.” He turned his face slightly to kiss the top of his head. “And whether they’re our kids or just mine, you’re still gonna influence them. Noct will ask you for advice. Or I will. Or,” he realized, “Noct will definitely ask you for advice on his kids.”

That brought a smile to his face. Yes, Gladio, or even himself with children seemed plausible, but Noctis? That would be quite the treat. “He’ll understand how frustrating it is to feed someone vegetables.”

“I cannot wait for that day. And hey, just between you and me, if you want kids—if you want my kids, ours will eat their veggies. That’s an Amicitia guarantee.”

He leaned back to make sure Gladio saw how high he had arched his eyebrows. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“Heh.” Gladio pulled him closer again to press another kiss to his lips. “Deal.”

For a few moments, they remained like that in the kitchen then he saw a spark in Gladio’s eye.

“Hey, c’mon, I want to show you something.”

“Oh?” Ignis said, intrigued. He remembered the kitchen was clean and all the kids were in bed, so to speak.

“Not that,” he said, lacing their fingers together. “Well, maybe after, but let’s go to my dad’s study.”

Following Gladio up the east wing stairs from the mudroom, Ignis was even more intrigued. Clarus’ study was a treasure unto itself. Old weapons, from the ancient era, were stored up there, but if he was truly honest, it was the private collection of journals of many past Shields, and even a couple of Lucian kings, amongst forgotten tomes and out of print historical collections. He was only of a very select handful to know, but there were secrets that could upturn the kingdom in here. Regardless, it was always a very high honor whenever Clarus let him borrow a book, or indeed, suggest he read one to strengthen his abilities and decisions as future advisor.

There were many highlights to House Amicitia, but the study was its centerpiece, a glass and wood vaulted ceiling, being a large feature. When they stepped in, soft lights came on automatically, part of a climate control to preserve the books. Gladio brought them to a bookshelf nearest the desk, selected a red book and a blue one from the center shelf and led them to the couch. Both their knees touched the coffee table and he wondered if anyone ever sat here.

Ignis watched how Gladio opened them with a sort of reverence.

“My grandmother made these when Iris and I were born.”

They were picture albums, each of different milestones from their birth to fairly recently. Gladio stopped at a picture of his father holding a newborn. “Here. Check this out. My dad was thirty-two when he had me. And here, forty when Iris was born.”

Most would think it odd to see the Shield of the King smiling so broadly, but here, he was just Clarus, a new father, an excited father, but also one that looked way in over his head, especially with Gladio.

“Yeah,” Gladio said softly, looking at his father’s pictures. “We got some time on us. We don’t have to be ready now or even in five years. In ten, twenty, fifteen, however long it takes.” He shifted a bit in the couch to face him better. “Or, if you don’t want that we’ll figure something out. Or,” He glanced away, unsure, but held Ignis’ hand again. “If that’s a deal breaker with us, then that’s what happens.” Smiling, he met his eyes. “I want you to be happy in this relationship. And between you and me, we already have someone we take care of.”

Ignis grinned. “And a golden-haired boy.”

Gladio rolled his eyes. “Him too. I have a feeling he’ll be sticking around with us.”

“Actually, of the four of us, Prompto is actually the most self-sufficient. Latch-key kid, I believe it’s called, but he’s well-equipped.”

“I know. Only makes me want to take care of him even more.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” Didn’t it go without saying that those who grew up with little familial interaction were drawn to it? Is that what drew him to Gladio? Or Gladio to him? Perhaps he thought the same thing, because Gladio pulled him close on the couch, resting his arm across his shoulders. Ignis rested his head against his chest.

“And hey,” Gladio added, after swiping his hair aside to kiss his forehead. My dad had two heirs. It’s not a big deal. I mean, I’m not putting all this pressure on Iris, but she might have children one day and she knows the duties of our family. And my cousins, too. Pia, or Justin or Clara. My aunt’s been training them. And sometimes my dad and I. We know how to cover our bases.”

“You are too good to me, Gladiolus Amicitia.” He truly was.

“I know,” he said. “And speaking of bases covered, the kids are all in bed and we’re alone,” he insinuated.

Ignis picked his head up to eye him carefully. “In your father’s study.”

Gladio leaned in, his lips barely an inch away. “In my father’s locked study. That the kids are forbidden to enter. Well, except Iris but she doesn’t come in here too much. Isn’t this room one of your kinks?”

Ignis licked his lips, eager and horrified at the same time as he let him push him onto the cushions. “A regrettably correct assumption.”

Gladio’s grin was wide. “I know.”

#Gladnis #gladiolus amicitia #ignis scientia #ffxv #scriptura

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frankmillerturnonyourlocation · 3 years

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all of my f/os until i get bored. reacting to me. not writing my paper

the entire town of gravity falls (familial/platonic): its GRAVITY FUCKING FALLS there are INFINITELY MANY better things to be doing even if im SWEEPING THE FLOORS OF GREASY’S DINER i would just be. so distracted all the time and idk if the library has outlets so i don’t know if id be able to charge my phone. go knockin on fidds’ door like hello mr. paz’ dad. can i bum a uranium-powered computer and your potato-powered homemade internet for an hour or two

batman (platonic): would be like “school is lame” and id be like “but im paying them to make me do this boss i can’t just blow it off” and hed be like “well then youd better buckle down huh. make that microsoft word document bend to your will. weld your intentions into a fine blade with the fires of your anger. wield it against your adversaries with somber, grim determination. and get ‘er done.“

alfred (platonic): would make me tea to keep my mind busy so i could focus and just plow through it, would definitely snark about me distracting myself with the internet but like. in a loving way

carrie (romantic): would try to read it over my shoulder, offer to crash my school’s servers (”she wants us to print it out!!” “seriously?? in a pandemic?” “she’s a gym teacher.” “why do you have an essay to do for gym”), and try to come up with sentences to fit my ~school essay writing voice~, in that order

dick (platonic): would alternate between encouraging the shit out of me and like. offering to do it for me. “I can help you research!” “Dick dude you don’t have to–” “I’ve only found ten so far, but I’ll keep looking! And I’ve cited them all in Chicago and APA because I didn’t know which one you were using :D”

superman (familial): would give me a GREAT pep talk and would offer to proofread it once i’m done which i would be way too embarrassed to let him do he’s a PROFESSIONAL

connor (familial): would BULLY ME for complaining about a dinky little assignment like this but would keep me company while i typed away at it

jon (familial): would ALSO BULLY ME and might play minecraft in the same room as me

saturn girl (platonic): would just kinda. curl up next to me and maybe hum to herself while i typed. her presence would make me actually do the work

cabal (familial): would NOT sympathize at all but would probably make some cynical comment about academia or something and id go >:( dad it’s a class about teaching elementary adapted phys ed please calm down

leonie (platonic): would try to talk me through my organization and structure and try to help me come up with just enough to say next, generally taking it much more seriously than me and making me feel kinda guilty

horst (familial): would maybe squint at my screen and then launch into a winding yarn about his university years

zarenyia (platonic): oh my god imagine. she ends up separating me from my laptop, finishes it with arcane non-ios-supported characters and surprisingly compelling smut that somehow gets me full points

penny (romantic): would genuinely get interested in the topic and would ask me questions and stuff, inadvertently helping me come up with more material but making me self-conscious about sounding ingenuine

billy (romantic): would Also make cynical comments about academia but it would extend into a speech that devolves into him complaining about professors he didn’t get along with

gideon (romantic): oh my god i would probably have to explain what essays even are. what the olympics are. he might not understand fully but he would be sympathetic. would just sort of hang out nearby while I worked, maybe reading a book of his own

henry (platonic): probably also has schoolwork he should be doing, would invite me over to his mom’s house so we could work on stuff in the same room, as people do. Inevitably, we end up playing smash

lucy (romantic): would DEFINITELY try to help me and i would be like “NO BUT THANK YOU” god she would want to proofread and check my sources and do more research and id be like “LUCY I JUST HAVE TO WRITE ANOTHER HALF OF A PAGE AND THEN IM DONE”

tim (platonic): okay tim would be the definition of empathetic but not sympathetic. like yes he’s had to write papers before and yes he’s struggled to find the motivation but he always has. and so have I. so he’ll come back in like an hour and be like you’re still not done??? and im like TIM im the WORST and hes like no youre not just make yourself do something that doesn’t immediately set off the pleasure receptors of your brain for once and im like :0 hey.

harry (platonic) Ultimate fucking dad. oh that’s rough champ. you can do it though. buckle down, dig your heels into the dirt, dig into your core “goodman wtf does that MEAN” oh you’ll know it when you do it. love you be back for dinner :)

hiro (platonic): “you’re using times newer roman right” “of course” “then just write more dude. how many pages is it” “ᵗʷᵒ” “TWO” “ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵘˡˡʸ ᵐᵉ“ “TWO???”

#long post #misc #i was gonna list ALL of the hargreeves but i CANT ive gotta ACTUALLY WRITE THIS STUPID LITTLE THING

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mydarlingfelix · 6 years

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Get to know me tag(s)!

Tagged by: @hyunjinh @felox-the-great @jaeffreyy @squishywoojin @welcometochanskitchen @dabkingfelix @mosquitofelix

Hi! I’m Summer btw (Ik it’s not in my bio), but I just go by Sum or other nicknames lol *I also just put multiple “get to know me” tags in 1 lol THIS IS A SUPER LONG POST IM SORRY However thank you for tagging me!! I Love you all soOoOo much!

Bold Thingy Tag

1ST RULE: tag 9 people you want to get to know better

I think everyone done this already fkjdjgb

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true.

APPEARANCE: - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo -I have at least one piercing - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair (idk it’s growing) - My abs are at least somewhat defined - I have or had braces

PERSONALITY: - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY: - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory - I am good at doing maths in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES: - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in a orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month (Lucy wanted to be drawn for her bday and I did a watercolor portrait thing ig? for her) - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority- I do some form of Martial arts

EXPERIENCES: - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol- I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event- I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

MY LIFE: - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend - I live close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling (I have like 5)- I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smart phone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS: - I am in a Relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity (?) - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a Relationship (not a healthy one at least)- I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily (It’s disgusting, wtf is wrong with me. I don’t need feels) - I have had a crush for over a year (Umm kinda he’s just really really cute. I talked to Dain about this before) - I have been in a relationship for over a year (but not currently) - I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM: - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages - I have made a new friend in the past year

Alphabet Soup Tag

A: Age - “I’m 19, you fight me?” B: Birthplace - Cali C: Current time - As I’m during this 1:26pm D: Drink you had last - Water, but also Thai Tea Boba E: Easiest person to talk to - F: Favorite song - None G: Grossest memory - My cousin’s and I were doing a auntie and niece day and went theMall and I saw this girl throw up on the second floor in Forever 21. I felt sorry for the workers... H: Hogwarts house - G I: in love? - nah, never gonna happen J: Jealous of people? - It’s only a human aspect, you’re only truly horrible if you do something nasty to others because of that feeling K: Killed someone? - Not yet lmfao L: Love at first sight or should I walk by again? - No thank you M: Middle name - Summer N: Number of siblings - 5 O: One wish - None P: Person you called last - My mom Q: Question you are always asked - Idk tbvh R: Reason to smile - Idk things make me happy S: Song you sang last - The Unit No way (I dont remember the unit colors) T: Time you woke up - 6:43am U: Underwear color - White V: Vacation destination - South Korea, Japan, & idk the other one, but honestly my goal is to visit all my mutuals before I died lmfaooo W: Worst habit - Not caring, sleeping in, getting distracted easily, being anixious all the time. X: X-rays - Teeth Y: Your favorite food - I have a lot... Z: Zodiac sign - Gemini

🥛 Colour(s) I’m currently wearing: Black... Just a lot of black (I need to stop wearing sm black omg) 🍥 Last band t-shirt I bought: I don’t ever buy clothes for myself, idk when was last time? Maybe during the Got7 concert? 🥛 Last band I saw live: Got7 (Fly In LA: Day 1) and Paradise (A Hmong Band) 🍥 Last song I listened to: Rn I’m listening to The Unit’s Cherry on Top 🥛 Lipstick or chapstick: Idk... I wear lip tints. 🍥 Last movie I watched: Ever Wonder? (idk it’s a true story about the creation of wonder women) 🥛 Last 3 TV shows I watched: Wanna One Go, Wanna One x Aimgo TV, and The Unit 🍥 Last 3 characters I identified with: Kora, Steven Universe, & Ken Kaneki (idk for this part, I never thought about this fkdfdkgd) 🥛 Book I’m currently reading: Books for my classes njfdkjd

What’s my name? (Imma just put my initials)

M. S. L.

What’s my nickname?

Sum, SumSum, SumShine, Summahh Girl, Tsumdere, Chee,

How old am I?

“I’m 19, you fight me?”

What got me into Kpop?

SJ- Sorry Sorry, but Got7 made me offically stay and learning everything about the kpop fandom

What’s my favourite Kpop group?

Rn W1 (the most)

Who’s my ultimate bias?

Park Jihoon

What groups/artists do I stan?

Too many to count, you all can ask my personally if you want lol

What groups/artists do I casually listen to?

A lot, I try to be diverse, but what’s good music is good music to me. Feel free to suggest me some :D

What artists do I listen to that aren’t Kpop?

Ahh I’m lazy, but just good sounding music. Calvin Harris just popped up in my head. fknfkjskfnj

Who’s my bias and bias wrecker from my ultimate group(s)?

Omfg

Wanna One: Park Jihoon & Kang Daniel

JBJ: Kim Donghan & ??? (They’re all messing me up rn)

SK: Felix & I think Hyunjin? Idk

What’s your favourite song(s) to sing/hum?

It’s recently been Chungha’s roller coaster lol and The Unit songs

What are your favourite flower/tree/plant (all 3 or whatever you have an answer to)?

I really love plants and flowers in general, however Peonies are one of my many faves!!

Favourite colour(s)?

Pink, blue, purple, black, white, and gray

What do you always doodle (if you ever do)?

Umm yeah I always doodling, but I try not to because I want to be able to focus in class haha.

How do you take your coffee/tea? If you don’t like those what’s your fav warm drink?

It probably like 20% coffee and 80% french vanilla cream nfksjfgsbjg sometimes I add a lil milk too

Favourite candle scent?

Anything flowery, but i really like sweet pea smell lol. I don’t any candles yet, so I don’t quite know which I like more yet. Soorrryy

Sunrise or Sunset?

Sunset! The colors are soo pretty and like it doesn’t require me to wake up from my sleep lmfao. The transitions of day and night it just so beautiful! and the stars that start peeking through the dark sky!

What perfume do you wear if any?

I don’t wear perfume? I have them at home but in my opinion I feel like if you’ve showered and smell nice why try to mix more scents onto you?? and I don’t really need it? DONT WORRY I AM CLEAN NFJSNJF idk if I make any sense

What’s your go to dance move when you’re alone?

Favourite quote?

“The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.” ― Carl Sandburg

& “We ran as if to meet the moon.” ― Robert Frost

& also

“The moon and stars just for you my love” - Me lol

Favourite self care thing(s) or routine(s)?

Umm... Drawing. Showering and putting a face mask afterwards. Painting my nails. It’s more like small things, especially like painting my nails and drawings are things I can’t do often because I try to focus on school, because ik I’m bad at focusing. Sleeping and reminding to just eat, when I get too busy and focused I tend to skip meals. njfkdsnfj s

Fuzzy socks or House slippers?

OMFG BOTH THAT’S LIKE THE BEST COMBO! I have these pinky and purple house slippers I got aND IT’S FUZZY KSFJ SK IT’S SOOO CUTE OMG!! I love. nfjdnfd

What colour are your eyes?

Dark Brown

What’s your favourite eye colour on others?

Hazel, black, and gray

Favourite season? why?

Autumn and Winter (Ik contradicts with my name) but I love the rain! and cloudy weather! The sound of rain is calming and being inside while hearing the rain is nice. I really love Spring too when the flowers begin to bloom and like it’s a fresh type of feeling when spring hits lol.

Cheek, neck or nose kisses?

SJFNKFS Honestly depends on my mood (´•/// ω \\\•`) but I like cheek kisses because softtt

What does your happy place look like?

My room on a rainy day with my fairy lights flickering

Favourite breed of dog?

YO OKAY SO I SAW THIS FB POST ABOUT THIS DOG BEAR AND I WANT A DOG BEAR IDK WHAT THEY’RE CALLED JKFDFHKSF. My dad is a dog breeder as a side business, so I grew up with pitbulls, pocket pits, american bull dogs, frenches, and now ‘exotics’ are the trend atm.

Do you ever want to be married? If so what colours would you pick for your wedding theme?

Umm yes and no? I’m not sure. If I have an American wedding I like to stick to a traditional white with maybe a peach and light pink here and there, but for sure I would love to do a traditional Hmong wedding.

Silk or Lace?

Silk feels nice, but I like lace too :)

Favorite weather?

SF type of weather

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