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elvish-sky · 3 years

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The Grumpiness of Uncles Does Not Outweigh the Drunkenness of Nephews {Fíli x Tullaina}

A.N: Ok, so first of all I’m 15 (almost 16 though!) and I have no clue how alcohol or being drunk works. I also don’t know if cold water sobers you up but I decided for the purposes of this fic it didn’t! Also- I had a total blast writing this. Fili and Tullaina are one of my favorite couples, and I loved these prompts because I just got to have so much fun with them! I hope I wrote Tullaina okay, and I really hope you like this!

Requested by @guardianofrivendell for my 1K celebration: 💜 - 1 and 11 from the general prompt list with Fíli (can be x reader or an AU with Tullaina, whatever you prefer!) 1. "I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” 11. "Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

Summary: Fili gets rather drunk the night the elven delegation arrives. Shenanigans ensue.

Pairing: Fili x Tullaina, mentioned Thorin x Bilbo

Word Count: 1,318, because @guardianofrivendell picks the best prompts so I can’t resist writing longer stuff!

Warnings: Alcohol, Drunken Behavior

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The Grumpiness of Uncles Does Not Outweigh the Drunkenness of Nephews {Fíli x Tullaina}

“Fíli! What in Mahal’s name are you doing?”

Tullaina stood in the doorway of the best pub in Erebor, watching her fiancé- the prince of Erebor and heir to the throne- dance along the tabletops.

The issue wasn’t that he was a bad dancer. It wasn’t even the embarrassment this would cause him in the morning (he knew what would happen when he got drunk! It happened every single time). The issue was that, firstly, Fíli had a big meeting in the morning and would not do well hungover, and secondly, the elves were going to be arriving for said meeting any minute (Thorin had grumbled for hours about how Thranduil had “No respect for sleep,” and that “Some of us can’t stay up all night and then look fresh as daisies in the morning.”)

After the fiasco that had happened the last time the elves visited, which had involved Fíli, Kíli, several jugs of ale, and a game of catch, Thorin was determined to keep everything under control for this visit.

“TULLAINA!” Fíli exclaimed, jumping down from the table and drunkenly making his way over to her.

“I love you,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Tullaina giggled for a moment, then shook her head and pushed him away. “Tell me that when you’re sober. Now c’mon. The elves should be here any moment.”

“ELVES! Where?” He crouched into a battle-stance and looked around warily.

Tullaina laughed, grabbing his arm and dragging him out the door. She rounded the corner of the pub, entering the alleyway behind it.

“Did you get it?”

“Yes,” said a figure, stepping forward out of the darkness.

“Kíli!!” Fíli greeted his brother with a wave. “Did you know I Love Tulls? I. Love. Tullaina.”

“Oh, wow. He really is drunk,” Kíli said.

Tullaina nodded. “Yup. Now let’s do this so that we can get to the gates and not have Thorin scold us.”

Kíli nodded, reaching down and grabbing a large bucket. Tullaina knew what was in it- ice cold water.

“Ready?”

Tullaina let go of Fíli and backed up. “Ready.”

Kíli hefted the bucket over his head, dumping all the cold water over his brother. Fíli starting shrieking as the cold water rained down over him, jumping and squirming and generally just not looking very pleased as his brother and fiancé both cackled while watching him.

Tullaina waited until Fíli had shaken most of the water off, then approached him. “You at least slightly clear-headed now?”

“Huh? Oh, Tullaina! Kíli, did you know I love Tulls?”

Kíli sighed. “Ok. That didn’t work at all.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” said Tullaina. “We need to figure this out.”

Kíli walked up to his brother, placing a hand on each of Fíli’s shoulders and looking him directly in the eyes.

“Fíli,” he began.

“Yes?”

“Yes, hi. It’s me. We’re about to go see Uncle Thorin and Uncle Bilbo, and we’re going to be greeting the elves. You need to act completely normal. Got it?”

Fíli nodded, suddenly looking very serious. “I’ve got it.”

Tullaina and Kíli let out simultaneous sighs of relief, each grabbing one of Fíli’s arms to frog-march him to the front gates.

As they walked, Fíli asked, “Do you think Thranduil will let me touch his ears?”

“No,” Kíli told him.

“Awwwww,” Fíli pouted. “But they’re so pointy. I want to touch them!!!!!”

The next morning, Tullaina sat on the window seat in her bedroom, watching Fíli blink his eyes open in the spot he’d collapsed last night- spread eagle on her bed.

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?” She asked.

“Tulls?” Fíli shot up to a sitting position, blinking his eyes in confusion.

“You collapsed in here last night because you were very drunk,” she told him. “Anyways, did you know talk in your sleep?”

Fíli looked wary. “I did not know that. May I ask what I said?”

Tullaina giggled. “Let’s see, there may have been a fully formed dream-plan to prank Thranduil’s son for revenge-”

“Did you write it down?”

“I- what?” Tullaina was confused by the sudden interruption.

“Tullaina. Focus. Did you write it down?”

She shook her head, and Fíli’s head sank back in disappointment.

“I remember it, though!”

Fíli’s head shot back up. “Great! We’ll discuss it later. What else did I say?”

“There was also a whole lot of grumbling about ‘the grumpiness of uncles,’ and how ‘ever since Uncle Thorin had married Bilbo he’d gotten supremely worse about manners.’”

Fíli groaned. “I hope I didn’t say anything like that in front of my Uncles!”

Tullaina smirked. “Well, you actually did a whole lot worse.”

Fíli shot out of bed. “What?! What did I do?!”

Tullaina sat back against her pillows with the air of someone who was taking entirely too much delight in telling someone else something.

“Well,” she began. “You started off an abysmal night by commenting on the pointiness of the Elven-Kings ears. In front of the whole elven delegation- and like ninety percent of Erebor.”

Fíli flopped back onto the bed in despair. “I really hate to ask, but… did I touch them?”

“Welllllllll, no.”

He sighed in relief.

“However, you did somehow manage to touch Legolas’s ears. And then Legolas caught a whiff of your breath and commented on how drunk you must have been. And then Thorin… well, let’s just say Thorin was not pleased. Especially not when you started yelling at Legolas.”

“What did I yell at Legolas about?” Fíli looked like he wanted to shrivel up and never be seen again.

The smirk on Tullaina’s face was growing. “You said, and I quote, “C’mon, Leggy!! Bros don’t rat out other bros for being drunk at a diplomatic thingy! And you! I thought you were a bro! How could you?”

“So that’s why I wanted revenge in my dream?” Fíli asked.

Tullaina nodded.

“It’s official,” Fíli declared. “I will never leave this room again.”

“I would say that was a good idea,” Tullaina said. “Except for the fact that as of right now, you are officially late to the ‘crisis management (the crisis being your behavior last night) meeting that Thorin scheduled for this morning. The one that all the elves will be attending.”

Fíli shot into the room where Thorin usually held all important meetings, skidding to a halt in shock as he saw the faces of the people inside.

It was everyone. All the elves, Thorin, Bilbo, even little Frodo! And- was that-

“Tullaina?”

Everyone in the room started laughing.

Fíli stood there in complete bewilderment. “What- what is happening?”

Thorin approached him. “Last night, when you were behaving so ridiculously, we figured out that if dwarven-elven relations could withstand that kind of diplomatic fiasco, we could withstand anything.”

Thranduil stepped forward. “Exactly. However, your Uncle still felt you deserved some punishment for last night. So, your all-too-willing fiancée stepped in.”

Tullaina gave Fíli a little wave.

“So- so I’m not in trouble?”

Thorin laughed. “No. We thought that the fact that everyone, until the end of time, will remember you asking to touch an elf’s ears was enough.”

Fíli was blushing like crazy.

“Fine,” he said. “But my retribution for this will be legendary! They shall mark this day as the day when Fíli, Prince of Erebor, came up with his greatest prank ever!” He spread his arms wide to punctuate the declaration.

And then promptly stopped, holding out his hand. “Now, c’mon, Tulls. I’m hungry. Let’s go to the kitchens.”

As the two left the room, Fíli turned around just long enough to yell one more thing.

“There will still be repercussions for this, never fear! There shall be RE-PER-CUSSIONS!”

The large double doors to the conference room slammed shut in their wake, and everyone in the room could hear them walking down the hallway on the other side, Tullaina giggling as she teased Fíli and him good-naturedly replying.

Everything tag: @entishramblings @itgetsatadhazy @boyruins @anjhope1 @kumqu4t @katbby16 @thewhiteladyofrohan @kirstenscaffeinateddisaster @beenovel @shethereadinghobbit @guardianofrivendell @hey-its-nonny

Fíli tag: @laurfilijames @claraofthepen

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we-want-mini-mini · 4 years

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I have this short one shot in mind. It’s essentially abt the entire Batfam gathering up together (and its also the anniversary of Jason’s death but that’s kinda jus a background detail).

Anyways, everyone gathers round the dinning table, eating, laughing, etc etc. And when I mean everyone, I fucking mean all the Batkids, which include but are not limited to:

Dick

Jason

Tim

Damian

Stephanie

Cassandra

Duke

Barbara

Anyways, Alfred and Bruce are obvi there as well, eating, and talking and stuff.

Suddenly, some fucking kid bursts through the fucking window, does a mid-air flip, and lands smack dab in the middle of the dining table, on their hands, which is conveniently holding onto this package.

All hell breaks loose, as various Bats (and birds!) start throwing various items. Then this kid sends out this weird ass pulse, that makes everything freeze in place. Only this kid and move.

The kid slowly floats up, cross legged in the air, moving a batarang, and throwing knife away from their face. They announce, “Hello, the Wayne Family and Friends! Who are also... Gasp, the infamous Bat and Bird themed Vigilantes of Gotham?! Now, to quote John Mulany, “we don’t have time to unpack all of that” which is fine! ...Why are none of you responded—oh sorry! I froze you all in place, my bad.”

The kid snaps their fingers, allowing the Batfam & Co. talk but their still frozen in place. Immediately Damian starts antagonizing the Kid. The Kid responses by literally zipping close Damians mouth like a Looney Toon cartoon.

The Kid sighs but continues on, “C’mon now! Don’t shoot the messenger as they say, whoever they is that is. Anyways, I have a package for one: Jason Peter Todd!”

“Who the hell sent you?” Jason askes.

The Kid shrugs, “No clue, they sent it in anonymously. Though, from what I know, there is a card inside the package so that might offer you some clues.”

“And what exactly are you?” Bruce inquires.

The Kid’s lips stretch out as wide as they can go, their pearly white, jagged teeth on display. Their eyes glow slightly red, as their neck cranes forward at a tilt. Their neck seems to extend a lot further, and their face tilts at an inhuman angle. They open their mouth, with rows of teeth on display for everyone too see.

“Why don’t you find out?” Their once chriper, goofy, kid like voice contorts into a deep, distorted version. Everyone freezes, at the Kid simply stares back at Bruce before their fave goes back to “normal” as they laugh their collective ass off.

“Ahaha... You know, that trick never does fail to make me laugh and all of you freeze in fear—then again, your already frozen but still!”

The Kid continues, their face still stretched out in a smile. A smile a little to sharp and inhuman for them. “But, you should know that’s quite a rude thing to ask! Didn’t your parents teach you any manners?! Then again, they are dead.”

A beat of silence.

“What? Too morbid? Seriously, what a tough crowd! But hey, everyone has their sore spots, so I can’t blame ya. Anyways, I’m guessing all of you have questions. So, fire away!”

They snapped their fingers, making the literally zipper on Damians face disappear.

“Who are you?” Damian seethes.

“I’m Ty Kidd! But call me Kid. Oh and, my pronouns are she/they, thank you very much. I am also a delivery person for—” Kid pulls out a business card, which start to multiple and appear infront of everyone. “—the Multiversal Express Delivery Service, or MEDS for short!”

“And what exactly is MEDS?” Dick asks.

“It’s literally in the name.” Kid deadpans, before another inhuman like smile spreads across their face. “I travel from parallel world to parallel world! Fun fact: there’s a world where you guys are just fictional characters who’ve existed since the 1930s! Isn’t that cool?! One of the many reasons I love my job.”

“Yeah, yeah, fun stuff, but who sent you?”

Kid shrugs, “I dunno. Sender was anonymous. But no worries! At MEDS we ensure that none of our packages include any sort of life threatening object, material, and etc! So, no need to worry about releasing a plague that would decimate this world in a blink of an eye or a nuclear bomb that would wipe this continent out of the map! But, if you do want to send world ending plagues or bombs, you must submit a form and blah blah blah HR bullshit.”

“And... how do know right trust you?” Tim spoke up.

Kid’s face once again spilts in half into a smile, their jagged teeth slightly teasing her lips. Her eyes turned into black silts. “You don’t.” Their voice reasonated throughout everyone’s ears, deep and contorted to the octave.

She pulled back, face once again going “normal”. “But! You can trust MEDS! Trust me when I say, nothing like a bomb, plague or that sort of item is inside this package. Anyways, I’m on a schedule, so—“

They snapped their fingers, a small device and pen appearing infront of Jason. “—please sign, and I’ll be on my merry way. Don’t worry about the window, I’ll fix it!”

Jason was momentarily stunned wondering what the fuck is happening? Why is their probably a fucking eldritch-demon-person in front of me? What is my life?

Before Jason could even tell what was happening, he picked up the floating pen and signed his name on the little device thingy. When his name was signed, the pen and device poofed! away in a plume is smoke.

The Kid, still smiling that inhuman and unsettling smile, snapped their fingers, fixing the broken window, and putting away all the various knifes and objects that were still floating in the air.

“Thank you for your service! If you ever want to send anything to a parallel universe, just give us a call and we will send it! No matter how desolate the Earth, no matter how frankly strange item, we shall send it! Anyways, happy Death day Jason Todd. Kid Out!” They said with a salute, before disappearing in a plume of smoke.

All hell breaks loose and after some arguing and lowkey existential breakdowns everyone converges to the Cave.

Bruce being paranoia incarnate, makes the package go through numerous tests. All being negative. They can’t even identify what it is.

After some more arguing, Jason slips by everyone, and tears open the box. Everyone tries to stop him, but it’s already to late, he opened it.

Now, no one can see what’s inside since Jason is blocking them with his gigantic ass figure. Bruce is the first one to realize that Jason freezes up, and goes to him, worried that something happened.

“Jason, whats wro—“ Then Bruce sees what’s in the box and pales. Everyone sees how Bruce freezes, just looking at the box.

Soon, one by one, it revealed: its Jokers decapated head.

Or alternatively, Jason is the last one to see what’s inside (Damian or someone else being the first). Up to you.

Anyways, there’s this card. Jason picks it up, and it reads:

As the Persians say: an eye for an eye. But the world doesn’t go blind. Happy Dead Clown Day, Jason.

—[Insert an intial or some shit]

Cue some time later, and, yes, it’s confirmed, this is Jokers head. You see, Jokers been awfully quiet for two years, as he went missing after an explosion rocked Arkham Asylum. This, is proof that Joker is finally dead.

News breaks that Joker is dead, and it follows Jason reaction to his death.

In my opinion he’d be lowkey angry that it wasn’t him who killed the damn Clown. But, holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. He’s... He’s dead. He’s finally fucking dead.

Cue some more time later, after everything has cooled down. Jason is in Robinson Park, sitting at a bench, when another kid (who kinda looks like Kid but Jason is too busy inner monologuing to care).

The kid speaks up, “You know, before I use to hate the phrase, ‘an eye for an eye’ ‘cause, the world would go blind.”

Jason freezes, and the kid continues. “But, now I get it. An eye for an eye, but the world never goes blind. Simple as that, since, sure, your blind in one eye, but justice was finally served, right Jason?”

The kid turns to him, and smiles. Not a too large, too sharp, too inhuman smile, but a sincere, warm one. “Y-Yeah.” Jason finally manages to choke out.

“It’s a nice day out, you know. It’s real nice. I know, that, at least you get to see more of these nice days.”

“You day that as if you can’t see days like these anymore.” He blurts out.

The kid sighs, with a bitter smile on their face. “Yeah, I can’t see or experience days like these anymore. I haven’t been able too for three years. But hey, an eye for an eye, but the world never goes blind.” As the kid speaks, their voice fades away. In a blink of an eye, the kid disappears, leaving behind daffodil and a note.

The note is an invitation for a funeral.

Jason goes to the Manor, specifically the cave, and conveniently everyone is there. Damian, Stephanie and Cass are sparring. Dick is using the aerial equipment. Bruce and Tim are working on some cases with Barbara helping. Alfred is done, handing out snacks.

Jason immediately shoves the card to Tim, who’s confused and then sees how utterly shaken up and pale he looks.

“Tell me what happened to this kid.”

Everyone immediately turns to Tim, as he types in their name, date and etc.

What they find out, is that, this kid, who died three years ago, died in the last ever attack wide scale attack the Joker committed. They were the only casualty in said attack (surprisingly).

And they were only 13. Like Jason. And the date of the attack... is the same day Jason died all those years ago in Ethiopia.

“I saw them.”

“...what?” Dick said, in an incredulous voice.

“I saw them. At Robinson Park. They even said that exact same phrase in that fucking card: an eye for an eye—“

“—and the world never goes blind.” Everyone says the last part in unison.

Then the Bats get news that rest of Jokers body was sent to the GCPD, addressed to—

-END-

Basically, that’s how the one shot goes. If anyone wants to use the idea:

Jason gets a package while he’s at the Manor. They test said package and nothing comes up. Some start arguing and someone opens the package (which is more dramatic, Jason seeing it first or last?). They see: Jokers decapiated head. Chaos ensues and a metric shit load of testing later, it’s confirmed: thats Jokers head. And Jokers been missing for [insert amount of time]. The Batfam then deal with the fallout of Joker being (finally) dead.

If anyone writes this, please tag me! I want too see ANGST, and FLUFF, and GOOD DAD BRUCE, and, DRAMA, and ALL THE BAT KIDS.

(I can’t delete the fucking pic below me and I refuse to rewrite this entire post. Lowkey it’s kinda ironic too lmao).

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astridflowers · 4 years

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Pins and Needles (SacklerXReader) 2/?

https://my.w.tt/povTqX0rq9

"That's Adam!" You said a little too loudly as a strange feeling of guilt overtook you. You didn't do anything wrong why did you feel guilty ?. "Erm yeh Adam Y/N, Y/N Adam" Jessa said introducing you formally. Adam lifted his hand for you to shake, which you did pushing away the thought of how big they were. "A Pleasure" you smiled shaking his hand. He smiled back "is all mine," he said in a mischievous voice that made you blush before remembering his girlfriend was still stood next to you, god you felt horrible you were trying to be friends with Jessa and you were minutes in eyeing up her boyfriend. "Sooo.." she slapped her thighs snapping both you and Adam out of your daze for the second time. "Soo...?" Adam replied. "You gonna tell us why you stood in the girls changing rooms? In a gym, you don't attend? You told me gyms were useless and you can exercise for free" she crossed her arms over her chest looking slightly annoyed. "Oh erm yeh, I stand by that but I saw your text saying you were coming here and I got out of rehearsals early and came to see how you were doing but I got lost in this fucking place" he smiled innocently. You had to look away it was ridiculous how attracted you were to him you were chanting girlfriend repeatedly in your head scolding yourself. " Aww well isn't that nice of you" she rubbed Adams's bicep "but I don't think you can just come in like that you need a membership I got a trail week". You nodded trying to figure out if you were meant to be in this conversation. "Well was I right ?" he looked at her eagerly obviously referring to her saying he had told her about his running. "Nah it sucks me and Amy are gonna go grab a coffee" she shrugged as she then returned the towel on her head drying the rest of her hair. Adam looked up at you awkwardly he also looked slightly hurt she didn't enjoy it. "Fair" he nodded "I just thought you'd enjoy it get your adrenaline up". "I tried a bike thingy but I dunno I wasn't feeling it" she started putting on her shoes and jacket. "It's not for everyone but he's right to exercise releases endorphins they trigger a positive feeling in the body similar to that of morphine" you awkwardly chimed in. "See Y/N gets it!" He laughed, you had to ignore how nice he sounded saying your name. "I can't claim to be great and into it, though I don't come here all that often and I mainly sit at work" you smiled. "Yeah, but your work is fucking awesome" Jessa threw her arm around you. The door on the opposite side of the room opened and a woman walked in looking at the three of you. "This is the ladies changing room sir" she announced looking at Adam. "Oh shit is it sorry I'll head out" he shouted back looking dramatically around before smiling and winking at you. "We best set off too you joining us babe?" Jessa asked Adam who looked like he was a deer informer of headlights as he left the room holding the door open for Jessa and you. "I wouldn't wanna intrude on you and your girlfriends," Adam said doing air quotes. "Don't be silly we're just getting to know each other properly we've never hung out before" she smiled as you all walked out onto the street. "Oh did you guys meet in there". "No, she's my tattoo artist" Jessa smiled pulling her jacket up to show a butterfly on her arm you'd done a month prior. "Holy shit! You did that !?" Adam spin round to you as you were trailing behind them. You nodded suddenly feeling nervous, you were very confident in your work why did this giant make you doubt your work. "That's awesome" Adam started twirling and walking dramatically like a child as Jessa pulled out her phone and started texting not paying attention to the giant child next to her. "You got any tattoos, Adam?" You shouted to get his attention. "Erm... yeah but it's hidden" he shouted back. "Seriously where?" you asked. He spun around and stopped whilst you caught up before walking again next to you. "Wouldn't you like to know" he winked, was he flirting!?. "What I can tell you it's scandalous" he smiled trying to hold back a laugh. "Hmm didn't take you as a tramp stamp guy" you smirked so which he made an offended face. "How dare you" he belly laughed. "But no I don't have one" he smiled. The rest of your walk to the café was pretty quiet but you couldn't help notice every so often you caught Adam looking at you.Your coffee date as a third wheel was quite uneventful just small talk about each other's jobs. You learned Jessa jumps from job to job at the minute and Adam was in an upcoming play hopefully making its way to broadway. You had been in the cafe about two hours before you realized you had to get home to walk bear. "I'm sorry guys this has been lovely but I gotta get home to walk my dog, I'm usually home by now he's probably busting" you giggled as you rose from your seat and put your jacket on. "Sure no problem I'll text you ?" Jessa smiled sipping her cup. " yeh sounds good" you replied. "You have a dog?" Adam asked almost sounding like a shy child it came out so quiet. " yeah a German Shepard he's called Bear". "Aw man I love dogs" he smiled slumping in his chair. For someone so large he was insanely cute, girlfriend girlfriend girlfriend. "Come by and see him sometime Jessa has my number" you couldn't stop yourself you'd just invited a guy you'd just met to see your dog in front of his girlfriend. "Are you sure that'd be awesome" he smiled. "I'll see you soon, I'm just gonna head to the bathroom then I think I and Adam will get off too" Jessa got up hugged you, and walked through a door leaving you and Adam alone. "I'll walk you out" Adam got up and gestured for you to walk ahead of him. You got outside and he leaned against the wall staring you down with a smile. "It was lovely to meet you Adam" you held out your hand as a formal goodbye. "I'm sorry about earlier," he said not reaching for your hand but crossing his over his chest. "Earlier?". "The dressing room," he said emotionless, shit I forgot about that. "Oh I should apologize to you I don't usually flash new people I meet I promise" you laughed. His face remained still "don't" was all he said. You just stared at him not sure if he was annoyed, he'd spent the whole time with you smiling and laughing like a child and now he was serious and intimidating you couldn't read him. He let out a sigh and smiled then leaned his head back to look at the sky against the wall "should Thank-you I guess really" he chuckled. "I don't follow" you seriously were lost. "You have an incredible ass" he looked back down at you with a smirk, fuck what did he say. You turned to look at your ass and he laughed "thanks I guess ?" You giggled awkwardly. "It's true but yeh I didn't mean to walk in on you just don't want to get off on the wrong foot you thinking I'm a perv or something" he smiled. "Well you've just owned up to admiring my ass but I don't know where you'd get that from" he smiled and nodded as if to say touché. "But don't worry I think your a nice guy Adam, I got to go but as I said Jessa has my number if you ever wanna come to meet bear" you smiled reaching out your hand again. "Do I not get a hug too?" he reached for your hand sticking out his bottom lip. Lord help me "bring it in big guy" you laughed and Adam hunched down and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist. Damn, he felt good now you felt like the perv. You both slowly released each other from your hold and smiled as Jessa came outside. "We ready Adam?" she asked reaching for his arm. "See you around kid" Adam smiled as they both started to walk the other way to you. Kid? What did that mean ?. You walked home and walked near all whilst thinking of Adam, you seriously couldn't get him out of your head. But you had to this was wrong and you were a horrible friend to Jessa you'd spent the whole time checking out her boyfriend and I think he was flirting with you, didn't he?. You brushed those thoughts to the back of your mind for the night as you settled down and tried to think of anything else but him.

#adam sackler imagine #adam driver imagines #adam sackler x reader #adam driver fanfiction #adam sackler #adam driver

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wolfpawn · 4 years

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 128

Chapter Summary - Danielle is dealing with work, but still thinking about Tom and whatever his call was regarding, while Tom still thinks of how to talk to her, but when he gets a message, he has to think of its meaning.

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long. This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

I WILL get there, it is my dream!

All image rights belong to their owners

tags: @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @jessibelle-nerdy-mum @nonsensicalobsessions @damalseer @hiddlesbitch1 @winterisakiller @fairlightswiftly @salempoe @wolfsmom1

Danielle stared at the scene in front of her silently as the fire crews deal with the burning rubble, she simply watched them all, studying how they dealt with the situation.

‘You seem distracted.’ She turned slightly as Branagh standing close to her.

‘I think it is more I am trying to keep myself preoccupied.’

‘That’s seldom good.’ he folded his arms and leant against a large container. ‘Is it to do with Tom?’

‘Somewhat.’

‘Dare I ask?’

‘Dare I say anything?’ She challenged. ‘I know Tom looks up to you so much and is so grateful to you and also keeps in contact with you as best he can. You are the reason he got on so well on Wallander.’

‘Tom is the reason he did well there, not me.’

‘Without your guidance, and without your suggestion that he should try for Marvel, he would not have gotten the opportunity to show his incredible talent to the world as he has.’ She countered with a smile.

Branagh could not argue the point too greatly. ‘So what has the very talented Tom done to warrant you trying to occupy your mind with dull after scene work?’ She gave him an analytical look. ‘You are very cautious.’

‘You have to be in this line of work.’

‘I was eager to take you for this job because you were not the same overly cautious as others, you had a daring streak to you, or so I thought.’

‘It takes considerable daring to choose to allow yourself be with someone such as Tom, in the media, surrounded by women of both wealth and talent, and do not get me started on the internet fans.’

‘That is more than a little true,’ Branagh conceded once more. ‘So is the issue one of these women?’

‘Well, he is on a press thingy with Maisie Williams at the moment, and seeing as she is about twenty years old, I think him being interested would send up a few more than the usual warnings, don’t you?’

‘The girl from Game of Thrones?’

‘Arya Stark, yes.’

‘Oh, I was thinking the red-haired one, no, I have you now.’

‘So, no, it is not that. I trust him there. I don’t always trust some women not to try something, but I trust him to decline.’ Branagh nodded slightly. ‘I think he is planning something behind my back and I don’t know what. I don’t think it is negative, but I think he thinks it could be construed as such by me and I have no idea what it is.’ When she looked at the director again, she erupted in laughter. ‘I take it you regret asking?’

‘I have no idea what you just said.’ He confessed.

‘I accidentally heard part of a conversation that I assume I was not supposed to hear and Tom mentioned that no, he didn’t ask me something because he was frightened what I would say, and now I am wracking my brains trying to figure out what this is because he is all addled by it, which is making me all addled by it, and I am fucking losing sleep at this stage and I bet, knowing him, it is something fucking mundane and all this is just us losing our heads for nothing.’ Branagh frowned. ‘Yeah, you regret asking.’ She chuckled before looking to the side at her paperwork, which was being kept safe from the elements in a file. ‘Fuck, this is miserable.’

‘Can you imagine how these people actually felt?’

‘I dare say Dublin was confused.’

‘Yeah, well, neutral means neutral, right?’

‘You think the Germans were right to do it?’ Branagh asked curiously.

‘Not particularly, but I understand their reasons. Belfast was us helping our own, but if we were helping a British occupied area, that’s not neutral, is it?’

‘You are a very intelligent woman. You look at all the angles, not just your own.’

‘Would you expect anything less from someone with Tom?’ There was a moment’s silence and a knowing look. ‘There is a lot of things she can be called, stupid is not one of them.’ She winked.

‘You think so?’

‘I know so. She is smart, there nothing wrong in acknowledging that. A different type of smart though. I read Yeats because I love his work, I doubt she ever even heard of him.’

‘Yeats, not Shakespeare?’

‘Nah, I’ll stick to Irish.’

‘But you know….?’

‘Yes, doesn’t everyone know his work? I think there are street children in Sri Lanka that know his name.’

‘Favourite play?’

‘Are you going to judge me on it?’ She asked with a raised brow.

‘Very much so.’

‘As You Like It.’ Branagh stared at her in interest. ‘Not what you were expecting?’

‘Not at all. An interesting choice.’

‘Some of his most famous quotes are from it, “All the world’s a stage” and “Too much of a good thing”. It is overlooked because it is a comedy and not a tragedy, but I love it.’ She smiled. She was about to say more when she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket, as soon as she felt it buzz again, she excused herself and got to a sheltered spot. When she pulled it out, she saw Emma’s name on the screen. ‘Ems?’

‘Hey.’

‘Is everything alright?’ There was a definite something to Emma’s tone that worried her.

‘I was ringing to ask you.’ Danielle looked at the phone in confusion. ‘Tom seems odd.’

‘Tom is odd at the best of times, Ems, but yes, I think he is a little off of late. He seems like something is bothering him and I am trying to let him to talk to me whenever it suits but he has said nothing, so I didn’t want to talk about it and possibly make a mountain out of a molehill because I could be utterly wrong and be reading things arseways.’

‘Yeah. I don’t know.’ Emma conceded. ‘Maybe it’s just that he misses you.’

‘Perhaps.’ Danielle laughed. ‘How are you?’

‘Okay, I guess. I really need a catch-up.’

‘I am home at the end of the week, we will sort one then.’

‘Okay. I will see you then, I have news.’

‘Wait, what is the news?’

‘I’ll tell you then.’

‘Emma!’

‘I will talk to you then.’ She insisted, though Danielle could hear her smile. ‘Bye.’

‘Worst friend ever,’ She growled at the phone as Emma giggled and hung up. Only after she hung up did she sense another in the room, turning around, she gave a small smile. ‘Hello, ignore me and my madness.’

Redmayne laughed, stirring his tea. ‘You’re quite alright, I am sorry for having accidentally eavesdropped on your conversation.’

‘It’s nothing, just Tom’s sister worrying about him.’

‘Is something wrong?’

‘Not that I know, but I have been busy here not allowing you all be blown up, so I doubt he would tell me if there was, he would want me concentrating on this.’ She sighed. ‘In all fairness, I probably should not have anyone distract me in this utter clusterfuck of things that could go really badly.’

‘Was that fire supposed to be so intense?’

‘From what the effects guys were saying, I don’t think so, but they are not telling me if it is wrong, and I am not going to be popular when I ask later.’

‘You work really hard.’

‘Doesn’t most anyone here. I mean, look at that costume, someone sat sewing that for hours.’ She pointed to the uniform he was wearing under a jacket. ‘It’s not an easy job getting these gigs, so you have to be good.’ She stated, grabbing a bottle of water and heading back outside.

Tom watched the dogs run around the dog park happily, chasing one another and interacting with the other canines. He was still contemplating how to bring it up to Danielle without her feeling like it was pressuring her. He wanted nothing more than to get it off her chest. At first, before she left, he thought there was something bothering her, but it was clear from their conversations on the phone since their separation, that she knew something was bothering him and was waiting for him to talk about it. Sighing, he thought more about how to just ask her.

When he received a message, he thought to ignore it while out, but instead, he decided to see if it was the alterations Luke said his PA would send on regarding the Blue Peter episode he was going on. When he looked at his phone, he frowned and inhaled deeply, reading Redmayne’s words carefully, he knew the answer to the question asked.

Is there a reason you haven’t asked her yet?

#chapter 128 #I Hate You I Love You #tom hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston Fic #wolfpawn

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lilsherlockian1975 · 4 years

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"Spoiler!"

Okay, I’m sure this ‘spoiler’ thingy is probably geared more for WIPs, but my WIPs make me sad... just sitting out there, unfinished and angry. So, I’m gonna use this as an opportunity to post previews (spoilery ones) of nearly complete crap that’s sitting in my docs file (equally unfinished, but slightly less angry). I fully realize this isn’t the true nature of this ‘thingy’, but I need a kick in the butt and I’m hoping this helps. Anyone who wants more hit me up! And thanks, Miz. (Psst -This is the one we were talking about the other day.)

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This is from a fic currently titled The Last Words of Mary E Watson in which John receives several DVDs from Mary after her death. He cannot figure out who is sending them and he has tried - went a little mad trying to solve the mystery, as a matter of fact. Warning, it’s very sad at times and also (because I’m me) a bit silly. But I promise good fun and a somewhat pleasant ending (it’s me, remember!).

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Each DVD has something written on it; literary quotes - hints as to what he will find inside. He doesn’t actually consider the quotes as titles, per se, more like his wife’s odd sense of humour. Video number one reads: “time is an illusion, lunchtime is doubly so”. God, that woman loved Hitchhiker's Guide! That video is quite personal and it takes John three days to get through it. He never shares its contents with a living soul.

The one he’s holding now says, “to love or have loved, that is enough” written in her loopy handwriting. With a great sniff, he tries to force his tears back, but it’s no use. Thankfully, Rosie is visiting his sister today. Raking his hand over his damp cheeks, he walks to the television full of both dread and hope.

Every time he watches one of his wife’s little movies, he can’t help but hope that at the end will smile and tell him it was all an elaborate ruse. Who could blame him with Sherlock Holmes for a best mate?

Once the DVD is safely inserted into the player, he walks to the kitchen and pours himself a large glass of scotch. Settling down on the settee, he says, “Okay, Mare, what do you have for me today?” as he aims the remote, takes a deep breath and hits ‘play’.

Her smiling face appears on the TV. “Hello again.” She draws a deep breath. “Well, we’re at the end, my love. I know you’re sad. I’m sure I would be too, if I wasn’t dead.” Giggles. “Listen,” she leans forward, “this is my final request - assignment, really - you must do something for Sherlock.”

“Sherlock, then. Wondered when we were gonna get ‘round to him,” John says, picking up the remote he pauses the video and takes a large pull from his glass. Somehow he knew this was coming.

Her second video was fairly mundane; full of instructions about bills, household items and a few things he’d neglected at the clinic. Not for the first time, John had wondered if his wife had been prescient. She’d been right, of course, he hadn’t touched her filing system and it was a complete mess. She’d called that one “never laugh at live dragons” and he had indeed laughed.

Video number three (entitled “when everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching -- they are your family’) was about reconnecting with his long-estranged sister. Excellent advice as it turned out. Harry had been reaching out to him for months, since Mary’s death, and John had ignored each and every attempt.

Number four was Rosie’s video. It had been the hardest one to watch by far. Entitled: ‘don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened’, John had started crying immediately, knowing as soon as he’d read his wife’s words that he was about to hear her thoughts on their precious child. A child that would grow up without her amazing mother. She’d instructed him to watch it about halfway through. The rest was for Rosemund.

One more drink and John aims the remote back at the DVD player and presses play.

“He needs you, John,” she says.”By now he will have pulled you from whatever self-imposed hell you relegated yourself to. He did that, remember that as you listen to my request.”

“Great,” he says with a sigh, leaning back on the settee.

“As much as he needs you, he needs someone else even more. What’s worse, he doesn't even know how much he needs them.” She shakes her head. “If I was there I’d take care of it myself. Should have, actually, but there was never time.” She pauses, looks thoughtful for a moment, then says, “You’ll have to make the time, though. Sherlock Holmes doesn’t deserve to be alone. Oh, I know he has you, even if things are strained now - or maybe you two are just fine…” she trails off, sounding oddly unsure. “What I’m saying, John, is that he deserves love.”

Her eyes are suddenly imploring and John’s quite confused. “Let me be perfectly clear, our boy is not in love with that Adler woman - yes I know she’s alive, wasn’t hard to figure out! I believe if you think… really hard, you’ll figure it out who he really loves…”

John gasps. “Molly Hooper?”

“Got it yet?” his dead wife asks with a smile. “Yes, Molly Hooper is the love of Sherlock’s life; he just doesn’t know it yet.”

“Of course!”

“Now,” the woman on the screen says, “what are we gonna do about it?”

“I don’t buggering know!”

“It’s okay, love, I have a plan!” She smirks. “Well, I have several, actually.”

* * * * * *Okay, that’s enough. I’d love any feedback on this and thanks again @mizjoely ~ Lil ~

#spoiler meme #mizjoely #sherlolly #my wips #the unending list of crap that needs finished #lil writes

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dickwheelie · 5 years

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@ciguierre suggested on the Discord server that I write a ficlet about Aziraphale trying coffee, which turned into a discussion about the boys going to Starbucks, which turned into this. Thank you for the inspo Cig!

Disclaimer: I love Starbucks, and I went there basically every day while I was in college, but because of that I also know that Starbucks absolutely belongs to Hell.

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Contrary to popular belief, Starbucks was not a human invention. (Nor were any two-tailed mermaids involved.) While the original locally-run coffee shop founded in the charming and often damp American city of Seattle, Washington in the early seventies was a quite human family business, the Starbucks Company that grew from such humble (read: marketable) beginnings was a result of the demonic forces of Down Below, as one would say in polite company.

Specifically, it was a result of the demonic forces of Crowley.

Crowley had always liked coffee, ever since the strange effects of the coffee bean had first been discovered by a young Ethiopian woman during a primitive version of a game of truth or dare. While he wasn’t necessarily after the effects of the drink, he did enjoy the taste, and although he preferred tea he wouldn’t say no to a nice, hot, strong brew of black coffee.

Crowley hadn’t turned Starbucks into an international brand because he liked coffee, however. He’d done it because he’d envisioned, prophetically, as it turned out: the long lines, impatient customers, frazzled employees, too-expensive drinks, confusing cup sizes, terrible brewing methods, tasteless pastries, and above all, below-average coffee that would soon cloud the early-morning skies with evil all over the globe. Crowley had only ever had one drink at a Starbucks in his lifetime, to test the results of his meddling in action. He’d ordered an Americano with almond milk and a shot of espresso, and it had been as horrible as he’d hoped it would be.

(The Frappuccinos were not one of his. Only humans could come up with something so ridiculous and yet so popular.)

Despite all of this, Crowley was currently standing in a Starbucks. He was very upset to discover this, because even though he’d deliberately made the trip there, parked the Bentley out front, walked into the store, and had been standing in line for about five minutes now, he still couldn’t quite believe he had been talked into this.

He shot a glare at Aziraphale, who was staring up at the corporate-mandated seasonal fall menu in blissful ignorance. Aziraphale, out of all the beings in the Universe, was probably the only one who could have talked Crowley into this, and even then he had only just barely managed it. He’d promised to pick one (1) item, place his order quickly, and get them out of that place as soon as possible.

Aziraphale was not sticking to that promise.

“I’ll have the Pumpkin Spice Latte,” he was saying to the barista, who looked as though he would have rather been feeding his own limbs to an alligator than taking orders at a Starbucks. “No--no, wait, the White Chocolate Mocha Frappuccino. Or, no, the Dragonfruit Refresher. What is a Refresher? Is it like lemonade?”

“Angel . . .” Crowley muttered into his ear.

“Right, right, sorry.” Aziraphale smiled his most angelic smile at the barista, who, despite the fact that Aziraphale was objectively the worst customer to have in line on a busy day, actually managed to smile back. (He didn’t understand why, of course, but since it was the first time he’d had a reason to smile since his shift had started at 8 AM, he wasn’t going to question it.) “I will have the Pumpkin Spice Latte.”

Wonderful, Crowley thought. Something simple, quick to make, and then they could flee.

“. . . And the Dragonfruit lemonade. And the White Chocolate thingy I said earlier, that sounded delightful.”

Crowley massaged his temples. He loved Aziraphale with all of his heart, but sweet Someone, that angel was going to kill him one of these days.

“Oh, and one of those delicious-looking almond scones as well, there’s a dear.”

Crowley was going to drive home without him. He was. His feet weren’t moving, but he was absolutely going to do it, just you wait.

“What sizes would you like for your drinks, sir?” said the barista. Crowley fought the urge to curse him right then and there; it wasn’t his fault the sizes were confusing. In fact, it occurred to him, it was technically Crowley’s fault, but he quickly shoved the thought aside.

“Ah, medium, I think,” said Aziraphale. “All things in moderation, yes?” This was a phrase Crowley had never heard Aziraphale use or implement in his everyday life, and he suspected he was quoting something Gabriel had said at a meeting once.

The barista pointed up at the menu board. “We have tall, grande, venti, and trenta.”

“Ah. I . . . see,” said Aziraphale, visibly confused. “Which one is medium, then?”

“I guess grande would be medium, sir.”

Aziraphale’s eyebrows knitted together. “But grande means large in Italian, yes? And venti is twenty. Twenty what?”

Crowley had mostly tuned out of the conversation, but something had caught his attention, and his mind was slowly catching back up. “Wait. Trenta? What on Earth is trenta?”

The barista looked at him in surprise; he hadn’t said a word since he’d come grumpily slinking into the store behind Aziraphale. “It’s our largest size, sir. Thirty-one ounces.”

Crowley had never wanted so badly to take Christ’s name in vain before. He felt certain he hadn’t come up with that one. Once again, the humans had one-upped him in terms of acts of pure evil.

“I’ll just take them in grande,” Aziraphale said hastily, sensing that Crowley’s patience was wearing thinner by the second.

“Name?”

“Aziraphale.”

The barista Looked at him. It was the kind of Look that really earned the capital L. He scribbled something on each of the cups. Aziraphale paid without another word.

As they waited at a too-small and slightly dirty table for Aziraphale’s order to be called, Crowley asked, “Why’d you want to come here, anyway?”

“Newt told me about it,” said Aziraphale excitedly. “I was telling him about how I so enjoyed the coffee you made for me, and he said I should come here. He goes all the time, apparently, although Anathema won’t set foot in the place.”

“Smart woman.”

“He recommended the pumpkin spice thing to me, and told me with my sweet tooth, I’d be sure to love anything on the menu.”

“Huh.” That was probably true, at any rate. “You do realize this is one of mine, right?”

Aziraphale looked up at him, eyes wide with alarm. “Is it?”

Behind his sunglasses, Crowley’s own eyes widened. “Angel, I thought you knew. I mean, it should be alright now, Heaven isn’t exactly breathing down your neck anymore, and--”

Aziraphale was giggling. Crowley’s mouth snapped shut.

“You’re having me on.”

“Oh, my dear. I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d be so upset. Of course I knew, it’s my job to keep track of your wily schemes, so I can thwart them.”

“You’re doing an excellent job of thwarting them now,” Crowley deadpanned. “You only bought twenty pounds’ worth of merchandise.”

“Well, it’s like you said,” Aziraphale said wryly, in that slightly devilish way that Crowley adored, “Heaven isn’t exactly breathing down my neck anymore.”

They were interrupted by a shout from the counter. “A falafel?” a second barista called out confusedly.

Aziraphale sighed and rose from the table. “I suppose that must be me.” He returned a moment later with a tray of three drinks and the bagged scone.

One by one, Aziraphale tried each item, and to Crowley’s disappointment (but not necessarily his surprise), he seemed to love every single one.

“The scone isn’t terribly good,” said Aziraphale through a mouthful of scone, which he was almost finished with, “but the rest of it is just delightful. I don’t think I’ve ever had lemonade with dragonfruit in it, but it’s a lovely combination.”

“Isn’t lemonade,” said Crowley, “but I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” He meant it; if his angel was happy, he was happy. He just hoped that, if this was going to become a thing, Aziraphale would be willing to get Starbucks to go from now on. Or just miracle up a passable imitation at home.

They sat there for an hour while Aziraphale worked through his three drinks. Now that they weren’t waiting in line or dealing with confusing menu items, Crowley had to admit it wasn’t so bad to just sit in a Starbucks and chat with one’s companion. (Granted, that companion was Aziraphale, whom he’d be happy to sit and chat with inside of an active volcano, but the sentiment still applied.)

Aziraphale, for his part, was practically glowing with joy, and every frustrated writer and college student in that building felt a bit of weight lift off their shoulders.

Despite Crowley’s protests (“This is a Starbucks, Angel, not the Ritz,”), Aziraphale insisted on going back up to the counter when he was done and thanking each barista individually, by name, even if they’d forgotten their nametags. Though he’d tipped generously when he’d paid, Aziraphale dropped another twenty-pound note into the tip jar before he left. By the time Crowley managed to pull him away, the baristas were all smiling at him and waving goodbye. “Come again soon!” said the barista at the register, and found with surprise that he actually meant it.

“Leave it to you,” said Crowley as they climbed into the Bentley, “to leave a place of demonic influence looking like that.”

“Just doing my job,” Aziraphale said with a pleased little smile that made him look like an absolute bastard.

“Thwarting all my wiles.”

“Left and right, my dear.”

“. . . Aziraphale.”

“Yes?”

“What are you eating.”

“I . . . hadn’t quite finished the scone, darling.”

“ . . . Just . . . please don’t get any crumbs in the Bentley.”

“I won’t, dear.”

Crowley sighed, and floored it.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #ciguierre #listen I don't know anything about coffee but starbucks isn't coffee so it's ok #gwyneth writes

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angstars · 5 years

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the suggestive position thingy with hokuto and leo please? :0

sure sure!! these two boys are legit 0-100 in the spectrum lmao. leo can be found here!!

And remember, get calcium!♠

Hokuto

When you were invited to watch Hokuto practice his play for an upcoming theatre act, you were ecstatic!

He never really invited you to watch him practice much; his constant excuse was that he didn’t want you to get smothered by Wataru’s shenanigans, but you knew better. The boy was clearly shy.

Packing an entire snack box, one would say you’re ready for a picnic, but actually you were just going to watch your boyfriend stand on stage.

And it’s a different kind of stage all together, even the performance is different. And that’s why it was so exciting, you have never got to experience Hokuto’s ‘poetic’ side, if you can call it that.

Towards the theatre club room you go, where he told you he’d be preparing and wearing his costume before heading to the auditorium for a practice mock up of the stage play.

You knocked on the door and stepped inside, and heard some rustling and movement behind the changing curtain.

“Hokuto, is that you?” You inquired outloud, worried if you walked in on someone else changing. How awkward would that be.

“Oh! Yes it’s me, please wait on the couch, I’m almost done.” He spoke up, and you saw his school jacket get tossed over the head board of the curtain.

Relaxing the instant you heard his voice, and knowing you two are the only ones in this room as it seemed to be, you felt like you can let loose and be yourself.

You found the couch under a pile of large sheets, and have rolling them up all together and tossing them to the side, you relaxed on the old yet comfortable cushions. You noticed that it was a rather large seat, as you felt yourself slightly sinking into it; perhaps the dip was because something was missing under it.

A few minutes lapsed before the curtains were pushed to the side and Hokuto steps out, dressed in a princely costume. His cheeks were burning up red, shuffling his feet awkwardly as he reluctantly continued to step forward, his eyes fixated on the ground, embarrassed from seeing him this way.

How cute, he’s acting like he was caught red handed stealing from the cookie jar.

“Erm…how…how do I look?” He asked meekly, his voice was falling so much in volume you failed to hear it properly if you didn’t concentrate enough.

Smiling to yourself, you stood up and approached him, appraising his attire before fixing his jacket’s collar for him adoringly. “I say, you look wonderfully handsome.”

His face turned stark red, a shade darker than what it already was and you couldn’t help but think that he probably blew a fuse in his head as he froze completely. No matter how long you two have been dating, you never fathomed how bashful he can get when it came to you.

“So you’re the prince this time too?” You brushed your hands on his shoulders to tidy them up a bit better, straightening out the cloth further then resting your hands on your sides again.

“Yes, it’s another old play, so it only makes sense there are princesses and princes involved.” He explained, regaining his composure and walking past you to put away his folded school uniform neatly in his bag.

“How charming,” you cooed, “I get so jealous of Tomoya sometimes, I wish I was the princess you get to save… I want you to be my knight in shining armour.” You confessed, letting out a lonesome sigh. It was true, often times watching their school plays; you wished you were there on stage, taking part of it along side Hokuto.

It looked so much fun, active and it would definitely allow you more time to hangout with your boyfriend; and most importantly, the lines being exchanged, were so surprisingly romantic, you wished to be the one to hear him flatter you so.

He either didn’t expect that or didn’t think you were serious, for he turned around with a startled expression. Seeing your downcast expression, his features slowly changed to concern.

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” He approached, the rehearsal schedule now in the back of his mind.

You shrugged, keeping your gaze down. “No not particularly, there’s nothing we can do about it anyway. I just wish I can take part in your acting sometimes, it looks so much fun to wear those extra frilly dresses, and be the one you kiss her hand.”

It’s not like Hokuto treated you badly, in fact, he’s like a saint in this relationship, and can be rather romantic and sentimental when he wants to be. But you had an odd craving to just for once be on the receiving end of the exaggerated romantic gestures.

“I see…” he mumbled, standing now in front of you. He gently took your hand in his, moving his fingers up delicately to slowly take your entire hand in his and hold it tightly. “I…had no idea. I never thought you were interested in acting and felt so strongly about it.”

You shook your head, “it’s not the acting, it’s just taking part of your activities. And besides, I didn’t bring it up so… it’s not your fault.” You smiled softly and looked up at him, to lock eyes with his worried puppy eyes.

His eyes searched yours for anything else, any further hidden truth, and finding none, he steeled his resolve on an idea and whirled around. He pulled you along towards the couch, and letting go for a moment, he reached for one of the large sheets you earlier put away and pulling it with one strong swing, he raised it above the couch and carefully lowered it to cover the couch once again like a small parachute.

Turning his attention back to you, he looked as stoic as ever while your face contorted with confusion.

“Lay down on the couch, and pretend to be a fair maiden asleep.” He instructed, like what was happening just now was the most normal thing ever.

You chortled at that, “fair maiden?”

His face heats up as he cleared his throat, “sorry, it’s become habit.”

“What’re we doing exactly?” You probed further.

“Acting.”

You beamed at that remark, smiling brightly as you looked at him in disbelief, feeling light headed and ticklish in your heart, mirth bubbling in your stomach as you immediately took your place in laying down on the couch, no hesitation in laying down as fancy as you could, hands clasped together over your chest.

Hokuto smiled softly at the cheer joy that was evident in your features and actions, finding it touching and cute. “You already got the pose down so well,” He praised, kneeling down beside you.

You closed your eyes in excitement, “This pose is literally in every fairy tale.” You snorted, and he hummed in agreement.

You sucked in a deep breathe and your heart sped as you felt him lean in closer, the couch dipping on where he sat and anchored his hands on your sides, it creaking under you both as he moved slowly.

“My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.” He quoted, whispering the fine tuned words to your ear in a breathy hush, it sent goosebumps all over your body, you couldn’t help but open your eyes just a crack to watch him.

His face was all serious as he hovered atop you, inches apart, a slight push was all it takes to kiss.

That’s when the door flew open, and Wataru stepped in, completely and entirely destroying the ambience that was set by the robust entrances he’s known for.

“Hokuto? Oh young Hokuto where are you? Oh!” He exclaimed when his eyes landed on you both laying together on the couch, “Oh my! It seems that I, your one and only Wataru Hibiki, has done an appearance at the wrong moment, how shameful of me! Especially as a magician! I was searching all over for you Hokuto, I thought you forgot you had practice today! Tell me, were you two reenacting Romeo and Juliet?”

Did this man swallow an entire tape box? You thought, albeit a bit too aggressively after being interrupted from a moment you’ve been dying for.

Hokuto looked at you apologetically, and with a sigh, got off the couch and stood up, tidying his uniform once again. “I didn’t forget, I was just busy practising some lines for today’s rehearsal anyway.”

“I see! Understandable! Yes indeed, doing it with your beloved girlfriend would be much more believable and romantic. Alas! Your teammate Tomoya awaits on the stage in his very cute princess dress, so we must be off!”

How unfortunate, as you watched the two of them leave the room, Wataru as bubbly as ever and Hokuto slightly dismayed.

You sat up and sighed, and that’s when it occurred to you.

“Wait! I’m supposed to come with you!”

#mod cal #mod calcium #i hope this made you happy!#hokuto hidaka #leo tsukinaga #your local wataru hibiki did it again #this took me forever to get down im sorry fhaweyfiga

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thesewers · 6 years

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(Ok so I saw a cool fanfic and wanted to make my own. This is based on the Braces quote thingy from Lamsandmullettetext, there cool. check them out. Anyways this is my first fanfic and I’m proud to be able to say “I did my first fanfic on our founding fathers being gay with braces” it’s under read more cause it’s LOOng)

Based on @lamsandmullettetext

Inspired by @hamiltonfanfic0423

Alexander stood hesitantly at the school doors wondering if it was worth it. He took a shaky breath and checked to see if anyone was around. Everyone had entered the school building or at least people he knew of. He shakily pulled out a small pocket mirror and looked at his teeth, braces were sat tightly on his teeth. He closed the mirror and sighed stuffing it into his pocket and walked into school.

Halfway to his locker his friends Hercules Mulligan and Marquis de Lafayette, or Lafayette for short ran over to him with a smile. Lafayette gave him a quick hug from behind, Alex giving him a small smile. Hercules grinned

“Good to see you here at school buddy! We haven’t seen you all weekend,” Hercules expression changed a bit when Alex gave a small shrug and no real answer. Lafayette perked up and walked over next to Hercules

“Mon Ami, why aren’t you saying anything to us?”

“Yeah are you ok?” Hercules and Lafayette stared at Alex as if he was an alien. Alex nodded and gave a quick thumbs up.

“Hamilton!” A voice called out, a lot of people seemed to clear the hallway suddenly as Thomas Jefferson and James Madison walked up to the two. Hercules and Lafayette immediately got defensive and looked ready to kick there ass at any moment. Thoughts ran through Alex’s mind. What was he thinking? He should have just stayed home, but for what? The entire year? This would have happened eventually. Jefferson grinned at Alex

“Ready for another debate after school?” Jefferson put his hand on his hip well Madison laughed a bit. Madison had braces to just he was Jefferson’s boyfriend so if anyone did have the balls to make fun of him they would probably get murdered by both Jefferson and Madison. Hercules sighed

“Fuck off Jefferson! No one cares.” Lafayette joined in

“Oui! He’s going to beat you anyway! Tell him, Alexander!” Lafayette and Hercules stared at Alex waiting for a witty insult or reply to Jefferson but nothing came. Hercules looked disappointed,

“C’mon Alex..?” Hercules nudged Alex awkwardly. All Alex could do was silently walk away. What was he thinking? This was stupid. If Madison can have braces and no one cares about it why can’t he? Then again Madison was popular so it wasn’t worth the risk. Suddenly a voice broke into his thoughts,

“Alex!” Laurens grinned and almost tackled Alex. Alex tried hard not to grin back only giving a weak smile, “I missed you! We still on for studying at your house?” Laurens smiled and Alex. Alex gave a weak smile and gave a thumbs up. Like always Jefferson pounced on the opportunity to say something.

“Wow Hamilton. Not even gonna speak to your boyfriend? And they say I’m the asshole.” Jefferson looked at Madison looking for a sign of approval, Madison’s laugh was enough to boost Jefferson’s confident look 10 times higher. Alex couldn’t help it or take Jefferson’s shit anymore.

“Oh shut the hell up Jefferson!” Alex hissed, but quickly remembering his braces and covered his mouth. Jefferson walked closer, people seemed to gather around. Madison squinted at Alex’s hands. Jefferson grinned.

“Oh don’t tell me… Are those what I think they are?”

“Braces!” Madison quickly finished the sentence, he sounded calmer than Jefferson but still had a mocking tone. Jefferson and Madison looked at each other with grins.

“My god Jemmy, I can’t believe it. This has to be one of the best days ever!” Jefferson laughed putting his arm around Madison to help him from falling over. Alex stared down at the floor covering his face, he could feel tears coming up,

“Oh my god..” Since everyone knew might as well speak. Hercules stared at Jefferson and Madison looking about ready to kill them. Jefferson and Madison slowly walked away.

“C’mon Jemmy, we’ll be late for class.” Everyone soon started to go to there classing leaving the four remaining silent in the middle of the hallway. Lafayette was first to break the silence.

“Mon Ami... Why didn’t you tell us?” Hercules was second to break it,

“Yeah! We would have understood!” They all seemed a little hurt that Alex hadn’t told them about.

“I just.. .thought you all would make fun of me...” Alex felt his stomach dropped, that sounded horrible out loud. Hercules quickly gave Alex a large hug.

“Really? Us? We’re your friends Alex! We wouldn’t do that.” Lafayette joined in on the hug.

“Oui! We love you no matter what mon Ami!” Lafayette and Hercules dropped the large hug to let Lauren’s give Alex a hug. Lauren’s chuckled a bit

“Yeah.. anyways I like you having braces.” Alex couldn’t help but be shocked and laid his head on Lauren’s shoulder looking to the side his face red.

“Really..? Why..” Alex felt his face burn up as Lauren’s playfully whispered in his ear

“Yeah… I think it looks cute on you..” Laurens gave him a quick peck on the cheek his hands soon together with Alex’s. Alex smiled

“Heh.. thanks…” Suddenly there was a loud ringing as the school bell warned students to get to class. Alex jumped up and started running,

“SHIT! We’re gonna be late!” Lafayette, Hercules, and Laurens broke into a laugh as they slowly started walking. Laurens giggled,

“Now That’s my Alexander!”

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kismesis-my-ass · 7 years

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Mystic Messenger First Impressions - Via My 10yr Old Brother

Yoosung Kim: hmmm. Large forehead. Lifeless, dead eyes. Likes. Brushing his teeth..? smeegul. Just. Smeegul. Wears brown thing in hair? (they’re hair clips) oh. No teeth. Doesn’t have emotions. (what do you think his personality is like?) Just is one of those characters that is like this all the time *holds creepy eye contact for like a minute with a frown* and, triPPIN BALLZZ.

Zen: (we’ll do zen next) Zenyana from overwatch??? What??? (okay what do you think of him?) looks like he’s gonna shank you in ur sleep. (do you think he’s handsome?) no. hmmmm. Likes old person wallpaper. Never does up his buttons on his shirt, a.k.a. douche-bag. (do you think he’s a p r e t t y b o i) no. just. No. Too much white. (are you being racist???) no, are you? Tristan eyebrows. Vampire. T H I C C. Uh. *gasp* HIPPY PONYTAIL!!! He looks like that guy we always see in town! You know the one that’s always fat and sweaty and wears those glasses… (ZEN ISN’T FAT) no just the fact that he has a ponytail and a turtle neck. R O A S T E D.

707: *makes grossed out double chin face* ummm. You said he was handsome… no. BUMBLEBEE GLASSES. Looks like a chick.. No. MANCHICK. I thought he had starbucks in his hands. Like. A pumpkin spiced latte or something. Definitely a God fan, he’s in the Jesus fandom. He’s got lots of cracks on his outfits (wdym???) look! Crack, crack, crack. He’s all cracked up. Jk I was talking about the cracks on ur screen. He puts on a deep mysterious voice when really, he has a S Q U E A K Y squ eaky voice. Has red. Obsessed with bumblebee colours and transformers. (What do you think his occupation is?) what does that mean again? (Like his job.) augh. *grins evilly* hm, being a loser, pizza shop, or telemarketing. Who calls their kid 707 (it’s code name, he’s a hacker) Why don’t they call him hacker 707 then??? (THEY DO)

Jumin Han: (we’ll do Jumin now) Jumin??? Is he Jewish (he’s probably rich enough). Uhm, has a dirty cat. (that’s a stray, the other one is his cat) THAT ONE LOOKS LIKE A PILLOW (her name is Elizabeth the 3rd) ohoho WOW. Younger, skinnier, whiter, different hair coloured homer simpson. Again, looks high as balls. Why does everyone in this game look high? Dating website or a website to buy drugs… grey, again, lifeless dead eyes. Looks like he’s gonna punch you in the face “You wanna mess with me”. Likes hankies, specifically purple ones.

V: DEMONIC EYES. Old person mouth. Blue hair, yes, definitely blue hair. And a blue personality as well. She looks like she’s be an emo (SHE???) look! Boobs! One of those people who would say “man, I just robbed a bank with my emotions. My sadness was the get-away driver, and my anger took the money”. (SEE. NO BOOBS) still looks like a girl. *huffs* B O R I N G. why does he have a pimp stick? Or is that an umbrella? IS HE BLIND? (*nods*) ohhhh. OHHHHH. Well I’m gonna look an asshole. At least they’re not irl people. Very rich. Otherwise how would he get his pimp stick?

Rika: (Oh look it’s a picture of a snake!) ??? She’s got eyes the colour of shreks skin. ONIONS HAVE LAYERS DONKEY. Uh. Boring, boring, boring and boring. Butthole mouth. She’s looks like she’s going “Hehe, I just stole your credit card details and your boyfriend!” Allergic to peenor cheese (uuuuhhh, what do you mean by that..?) um. Uh. Things. You know queen. And she is the walrus god.

Jaehee: (Opinions on queen Jaehee) uuhhh, business woman? Likes talking and typing about paper. Very small mouth. Dragon eyes. Likes purple binders. Why does everyone have purple things? Purple hankies, purple binders (Yoosung’s eyes are purple too) yep. Why does she have a um, neck thingie (Lanyon). Big forehead, again. (Do you think she’s pretty?) uhhh, no… not really.

Unknown/Saeran: Unknown smells, unknown sighs. *quotes unbreakable* It’s a silver gun, with a black grip. Is that a guy??? (yeah) Again, why has he got a woman’s shirt, pink hair and boobs. Did he get implants???. (he’s just E D G Y) all I see is wannabee assassins creed. Punk. Goth. Emo.

So Which Ones Do You Think Are Gay:

Zen: uh no.

Yoosung: He looks like someone from final fantasy so yeah. Augh someone on tumblr is gonna roast me and say “bluh final fantasy is the best”

Jaehee: (what bout Jaehee, is she Gaehee???) Yes.

Jumin: (Does Jumin Han Is Gay???) No.

707: NO. NO. BECAUSE YOU SAID YOU WERE TRYING TO GET HIM ON THE GAME. *gasp*

Rika: No. Cuz she’d be like someone who’s climbin in ur windows and stealin your bf.

Unknown/Saeran: Yes. (how much percent) He goes to the gay pub instead of the gay bar (why??) Because he exceeds over the gay bar, so he can get some- (stds) did you just say LSD?

V: No, because gay people- *laughs* I mean. Blind people, don’t know what gender they’re looking at. (HE’S BLIND NOT DEAF OR STUPID) 50/50 chance that he gay okay.

#im not okAY #THIS IS #WHY #MY LITTLE BROTHER IS SOMETHING ELSE #mystic messenger #707 #yoosung #zen #jaehee #jumin han #saeran #V #rika #cheritz #yooseven #zumin

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ozhawkauthor · 7 years

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Happy Birthday, dawnie-of-the-dead!

January 11 - “Your lips are getting really close to mine” Darcy/Bucky. Darcy dresses up as Bucky for a costume party. Misunderstandings happen but it all gets worked out. for @dawnie-of-the-dead (added a prompt since you didn’t specify!)

“Oh wow, Darcy, that’s really good,” Jane stopped dead as Darcy came into the room. “Far out. I love it.”

“You look great too,” Darcy said generously. “Thor’s actual cloak lends a nice touch.”

“Except I keep stepping on it.” Jane snickered, gathering the cloak in her arm. She was wearing a silken blond wig and a really good replica of Thor’s armor. Tony had even made her a perfect copy of Mjölnir. Thor’s expression the first time Jane walked past carrying it had been absolutely epic.

“How the heck does Barnes do that murderwalk thingy, though?” Darcy frowned down at her boots. “Maybe it’s something to do with the Thighs Of Doom.”

“Don’t know,” Jane was still wrestling with her cloak. “C’mon, we gotta go. We’re gonna be late.”

“Hey, you’re the Goddess of Thunder and I’m the Winter Soldieress. Nobody’s gonna tell us off for being late.” Darcy put her hands on her hips and tried to strike an assassin pose. Jane’s expression told her she wasn’t doing much of a job. “Alright, alright, let’s go.”

They were on their way to a costume party; Darcy thought it was a completely hilarious idea and had talked Jane into it. The Asgardians really hadn’t quite got the hang of Earth’s protocol. A costume party to celebrate the opening of their new embassy had raised a lot of eyebrows, but at the same time nobody wanted to piss off Earth’s new alien allies. Darcy was really looking forward to seeing what some of Washington’s finest were going to wear.

At least they could be pretty sure that nobody else would dare to dress up as Thor. Darcy was already thinking up cutting retorts to make to anyone who dared to imply that Jane was out of order. “Well, the Crown Prince of Asgard did give his personal permission for his fiancée to wear his cloak, ma’am. The real Mjölnir? Oh, I can’t possibly reveal whether that’s the case.” She’d been practicing the wink to follow that remark in the mirror all week.

Darcy had debated going as Loki but Jane and Thor had managed to convince her that might be a step too far. So instead she’d picked another terrifying boogeyman in the hopes of raising a lot of eyebrows. It wasn’t as though Bucky would turn up to the party, after all. She thought she looked pretty good with her hair braided back tightly, a specially fitted sleeve over her left arm a damn good replica of the Soldier’s cyborg arm, all in black leather with big shitkicking boots.

Of course, the first person they saw as they walked in was Bucky.

“Oh crap no!” Darcy attempted to backpedal, but they were at the front of a large group of people all entering at the same time and she had nowhere to go. Not before Bucky saw her, anyway. “I thought you said he wasn’t coming!” she hissed frantically at Jane.

“Thor said that Steve said he probably wouldn’t!” Jane hissed back.

“... that is not the same as he’s definitely not coming, Darcy, of course you can get away with it,” Darcy quoted Jane’s own words back at her.

Bucky was walking towards her with slow, measured steps. He hadn’t made much of an effort, the part of Darcy’s brain that wasn’t gibbering in terror pointed out, just putting on his WWII replica sergeant’s suit. He hadn’t even cut his hair to make himself look like the old pictures. Although she liked him better with long hair…

Shut up, Darcy, you’re gibbering!

“I think you two had best sort this out privately,” Jane said hastily, and before Darcy could react, Jane had opened a door to their left and shoved her through it. “Go on then,” she told Bucky, and a moment later closed the door behind them.

“Do you think Dr Foster knew this was a coat closet when she shoved us in here?” Bucky said after a moment of fraught silence.

“Knowing Jane, anything’s possible,” Darcy said on a sigh. “Look, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to be disrespectful or anything. I was actually going to come as Loki but Jane and Thor talked me out of it…”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up. “I can see how that might have been an unwise choice, yes,” he murmured.

“So I picked you because you’re also intimidating and people keep their distance and I’m really tired of getting groped by random assholes when I’m out with Jane,” Darcy said in a rush. “Nobody dares touch her because she’s Thor’s fiancée, but they seem to think I’m fair game.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed at that. “Anyone touches you without your consent, I’ll break all their goddamn fingers,” he said harshly.

“And that is totally believable when you say it.” Darcy had to swallow to get some moisture into her mouth so that she could speak. Also really hot, she thought privately, trying to order her knees to stop quivering. There really wasn’t much room in the coat closet, though, and they were almost touching, chest to chest. “Um,” she said, staring lost into Bucky’s blue eyes, “your lips are getting really close to mine.”

“Are they?” His breath was warm on her lips, and suddenly she saw the glint of amusement he was trying to conceal.

“You’re not angry at all that I dressed up as you,” she discovered, amazed.

“Not at all. In fact, I’m suddenly beginning to understand what Sam and Natasha are talking about when they try to explain why my thighs have their own Facebook fan club.”

Darcy had to snicker at that. She wasn’t going to tell Bucky that she happened to be a founder member of that fan club, she decided. Not ever. Raising her brows at him, she purred “My thighs aren’t as magnificent as yours by a long shot. And I haven’t figured out at all how you do that murderwalk thing.”

“I’ll demonstrate, if you like.” His hands curved over her hips, pulled her against him. “You gotta throw your hips into it.”

“Did you say lips?” Given confidence by the way he was looking at her, Darcy smirked. “I could throw my lips into it.”

“You can throw your lips into this,” Bucky muttered, just before he kissed her.

#wintershock #birthday gift fics #fuckyeahdarcylewis

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