#aidan blurbs.

[harvsboy]

serenity (ted nivison x gn!reader)

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a/n; first blurb/fic thingy here!! honestly it started as a blurb but- I guess it's more of a fic? hell if I know. if I have a word count accessible I literally won't count something as complete unless it's at least 1k words (hence why I work out of tumblr drafts cause otherwise I'd never write) requests are OPEN!!!!

summary; reader has a meltdown and ted uses his magic to comfort them <3

cw; vague description of a meltdown, panic, one kiss, fluff!!!! with a mild hurt build up, petnames, painfully short I can't think of it any longer, lowercase intended :3

tags; @riverwritez @titishq @asterjaxx @luv4luci (send an ask to be added!)

having a meltdown and Ted just picking you up and holding you to his chest. you cry and shake but when you're calmed down a bit he sits you closer to his knees and holds your face, thumbs rubbing your cheeks. tears wiped away with one sift motion, a lingering soft kiss to your forehead is placed.

"what happened, hun?" he'll ask, eyebrows drawn together and eyes glancing over the frames of his glasses.

you whimper and hide your face in his shoulder, wanting to disappear and become one with him. he sighs, nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck. soft kisses placed amidst your skin as his hands press on your back; fingertips rubbing over your shirt.

"do you want to talk or a distraction?" you shrug and he gives you a few more moments of silence and affection, feeling your body relax in his hold; the tension dissipates quicker than it came. he asks again, and you answer with distraction.

"good, hunnybunch," he hums, he rocks you side to side in his lap. he hums a soft tune before he reaches over by the coffee table, grabbing the remote in his hand. the TV gets turned on and he sets you beside him, tucked into his side as you calm down a bit more. you glance up at him, chin on his chest as he rubs up and down your back, fingertips circling shapes.

he's scrolling through Netflix, probably on a search for your comfort show, something to distract you and help you stay grounded. things have been rough lately, and he just wants to make things easier on you.

he looked so soft from where you were, serene and comforting. his glasses perched gently on his nose, falling slightly. hair dampened from his shower, but styled in the bit of a swoop he always has. he looks so.. relaxed. you curl up into him, arms wrapped around his middle and leg tossed over his lap. you want to be one with him, and close isn't close enough.

Ted laughs as he feels you press closer to him, "are you okay, my love?" a kiss is placed at the crown of your head, his lips linger and a hum reverberates through you. you sigh, gripping his sides, bunching up the fabric of his shirt in your balled up hands.

you shrug, "better," then press your cheek to his shoulder. his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer as he turns on your favorite show; adjusting the volume and pulling a blanket up over you both.

"I love you," a gentle whisper into your hair, and your body relaxes even further. you feel content, and happy, entirely happy with where you lie.

his hand rubs up your back, resting right in the middle of your spine as you reach up, fingertips on his jaw as you bring him into a soft and sweet kiss.

"I love you too."

[topperscumslut]

just a quick preface, in ANY nicky, ricky, dicky, and dawn fic, blurb, imagine, headcanon, etc that i write, the Harper quads (and their friends/classmates) are ALWAYS aged up to 18. if YOU as the reader are a minor and want to imagine the characters as younger than i’ve written them, that is YOUR prerogative and i can’t stop you cuz i did that sort of shit when i was a minor too, but i’ll always write the quads as at least 18 for a couple reasons:

1. that’s the age they would realistically be in the present day, it was confirmed that the quads were born in 2004 and even though i don’t think it was mentioned in the series, wiki says avery (the one ricky had a crush on in s3) was born in june 2004 and that she has the same birthday as the quads, so realistically, they would have recently turned 18. that’s also *approximately* the same age as the actors irl considering they were all born between may 2003 and april 2004

2. as a newly 19 year old human (my birthday was a few days ago so yay!!) i don’t really feel comfortable in good conscience writing romantic scenarios (which is mostly what i write for NRDD, and just in general) about minors, and ESPECIALLY not if it was smut, which i haven’t written for this series yet but would be down to do if y’all were interested in it. i completely understand if that would gross people out considering they were such young kids during the run of the show but again, if i were to write anything adult for them, THEY WOULD BE WRITTEN AS ADULTS!!! barely legal adults, sure, but i as the writer am barely legal, and i don’t really think that july 2003-june 2004 is a very inappropriate age difference. if you’re like 30 getting off to my posts about 18 year olds, then that’s a problem.

this is also just a general rule for my fics, especially for my smuts. if I’m writing about a character who’s canonically a teenager, like topper thornton who is 16 in OBX or five hargreeves who’s (physically) 13 in TUA, they are ALWAYS aged up to 18. ik this hellsite isn’t near as sensitive, but god the amount of hate i’ve gotten on tiktok for talking about being attracted to and shifting realities for five hargreeves and nicky harper even after i specified that they were adults in my DRs is unreal. like, i literally picture them (especially nicky, who we’ve gotten no recent content of since NRDD has been canceled for 4 years) as the 18 year old version of aidan gallagher that i know and love today. like, aidan is literally just under two months younger than me so i don’t really feel out of line making romantic or sexual remarks about his characters. i try not to sexualize him personally cuz he is a real person and even tho he’s technically an adult he’s still a very young one, but his characters are literally FICTIONAL.

anyway thank you for reading my ramble lmao. as one of my favorite shifttoker’s @/aidanshifts says (gotta give credit where it’s due), adults shifters are going to do adult things. on that note, adult writers are going to write adult things. between quarantine and all the other shit that’s gone down the past couple years, half the time i expect to wake up as a 16 year old high school student again. but i’m a grown woman and a fucking sophomore in college now. i write primarily adult content. if you don’t like that or you’re a minor i respect that and you’re more than welcome to leave my page if it makes you uncomfortable in any way whatsoever. anyway. have a great day y’all and thanks for listening to my bullshit <3

[norrisleclercf1]

Please more lando and aidan, i love dad Lando fics but there’s hardly any 🥲

Warnings: Ovary bursting fluff blurb of a morning with just Lando and Aiden and you're about 4 months pregnant and away for a girls trip

A/N: Part of the Mini Lando Series, love loveeee writing for Lando and Aiden

Tiny feet push into Lando's side as he groans. At first he becomes annoyed with the tiny feet kicking him but then he hears the giggles and sound of sheets ruffling.

"Aiden?" Lando grumbles which has the movements still and then more giggles fill the room and the little feet, is now a little body ontop of his. "Daddy." Aiden whispers

"Yes, sugar?" Lando whispers back, rubbing the sleep away. "M hungry." Which is followed by more giggles, Lando unable to stop his own chuckle at his son.

Lando opens his eyes, seeing a little bump on his stomach, Lando pulls the covers back. Being meet with his own eyes staring at him. Lando loved that his son got his eyes, he knew how much you loved the golden green they are.

"Good morning sugar. Sleep well?" He knew Aiden slept well, as he let the little boy sleep next to him. You didn't like it when Aiden shared your bed a habit you've been trying to break, but Lando loved waking to you and Aiden in his arms.

"Yes, daddy. And won't tell Mommy." He giggles splaying out on Lando's chest rubbing his face against him. Lando chuckles rubbing his large hand down the boys back. "Let's get some breakfast yeah?" He asks, which has Aiden bouncing up.

"Oh Aiden! Careful!" Lando snaps, which scares the boy who goes falling backwards. Lando reacts fast catching Aiden and rears him into his chest. Aiden whimpers softly hearing his father snap was very rare and when it does happen it spooks the boy.

"Oh sugar no, shh it's okay, I'm not mad at you." He comforts him holding Aiden close who whines and tries to bury himself in his fathers hold. "You just scared me that's all." Lando kisses the top of Aidens head, getting out of bed.

"Let's get breakfast." Lando carries him to the kitchen as Aiden starts to perk back up. Sitting the little boy on the counter Lando gathers everything and starts to cook breakfast.

You arrive home to the sound of giggles and music, and flour everywhere in your kitchen and batter on your son and husband. You couldn't resist taking a secret picture and posting it. The fans dying over how adorable they are.

[astrophileous]

hi! is there any chance you could write a scenario for spencer with a plus sized reader? love your writing! congrats on the milestone and happy birthday month 💕

tyyy so much anon 🥺❤️ I hope you're happy with how this turned out 💞

Warning(s): fem!plus-sized!reader; I legit think there's no warning for this. not even swearing. but pls lmk???

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Spencer looked down when he felt you shuffle against him. "Cold?"

The two of you were lounging on the couch with Spencer sitting on one of its end and your head leaning on his chest. Your legs were curled up on the cushion underneath a tiny blanket, the flimsy material barely doing anything as you pressed yourself even closer towards your boyfriend, trying to chase the warmth from his body heat to combat the chill running down your spine. Spencer noticed what you were trying to do and instantly tugged at the other blanket on his lap, laying the material gently around you and smiling when he heard you sigh in appreciation.

"What about you, Spence?"

"I'll be fine. I run hot."

"Mmh. Can't argue with that."

Spencer squeezed your thigh in response to your cheeky remark, your whole body shaking in laughter before you focused your attention back on the TV screen ahead.

It was a rarity for Spencer to find himself home safely at 8 o'clock on a Friday night, not to mention to have you home at the same time as him instead of at the ER tending to patients. On nights like this, Spencer made sure to always cherish the time with you in whatever way you liked, even if it meant he had to sit through nearly five hours of a Hallmark movie marathon after stuffing his stomach full with greasy Chinese takeouts.

The man was head over heels in love with you, and he would do just about anything to keep that mesmerizing smile permanently on your face.

"That's adorable," you said breathlessly after a few minutes of silence.

Spencer didn't want to admit that he had just spent the last ten minutes getting absolutely gobsmacked by your beauty, so he quickly tore his gaze away and directed it back towards the TV screen. His confusion only tripled in size when he saw that nothing particularly stood out from the scene. It was just another shot of the two main characters having yet another one of their silly little arguments as a cheesy jingle played in the background.

"What is happening?" Spencer asked at last.

You glanced at his question and scoffed. "You weren't paying attention again, were you?"

Spencer had the audacity to grin, and it was pretty lucky of him to have been blessed with such a pretty face that could melt even the hardest ice around your heart.

"Okay, handsome. Listen carefully. So, what happened is, the girl—"

"Bess?"

"Yes, Bess. Well, she and Aidan decided to meet for lunch to talk about the deed to the land, right? But that talk didn't really lead anywhere as they ended up fighting, again, and Bess walked away from the restaurant. Aidan ran after her and they fought again on the sidewalk, but then they got interrupted by the rain."

"Of course. The rain. How original."

You hid your bemused smile before continuing, "The two of them ran for cover in this little bookstore after that. Bess was shivering because she was wearing this little black thing, and Aidan noticed. So like the gentleman he is, he took off his suit jacket and gave it to Bess. They both ended up spending a couple of hours in that little bookstore waiting for the rain to stop, and Bess wore Aidan's jacket for the rest of the day. She didn't notice she still had it until she went home in the evening."

Spencer nodded along as he waited for your recount to finish, expecting to find clarity by the end of it only to be met with an even bigger confusion than before.

"I still don't get it. You thought that it was adorable that... they got caught in the rain?"

"And they call you a genius?" you teased, shrieking when Spencer lunged forward to tickle your sides. "No, silly. Not the rain. The jacket."

"The jacket?"

"Yeah. I think it's nice." You smiled, your eyes crinkling as you turned back towards the TV. "I've always loved that. When the guy gives something of his for the girl to wear. His T-shirt, his jacket, his sweater. Anything. The girl would wear his clothes and they'd usually look too big on her and it all just feels so... domestic. There's a sense of belonging in the gesture itself, sort of a non-verbal way of him claiming the girl as his. A little territorial, perhaps. But I personally find the whole thing adorable."

After he was done hearing your explanation, Spencer found himself at loss for words. "I didn't know that. That's actually a thing?"

"It's a pretty common trope in romance books and movies. One of my favorites, too."

"And you like that? Having your boyfriend lend you his clothes to wear?"

"Well, I don't know. I, uh, I actually never tried it myself." You suddenly grew bashful as you started playing with the hem of your pajamas top. "Everyone I've dated has always been smaller than me, so I never got the chance to experience any of that."

"Sweetheart—"

"Relax, Spencer. It's fine," you assured him. "I'm not sad about it. Do I feel like missing out sometimes? Yes, maybe, but it's not like it's the end of the world. I'll survive just fine. Promise."

You resumed watching the rest of the movie after that, the short conversation being shoved to the back of your mind as you relished in the final scene of the movie where the guy, finally and inevitably, managed to win over the girl with an arduous chase through the airport concluded by a romantic confession in front of gate 4E.

After movie night on Friday, the following week unraveled in a hectic frenzy for you. The ER where you worked saw a full house nearly every single night, forcing you to take not only one, not two, but three extra shifts in a single week. By the time the next Friday rolled around, you were exhausted beyond belief, collapsing face first into bed as soon as you arrived home without even waiting for Spencer to get back from his week-long case in Idaho.

The following morning, you woke up to a delicious smell coming from the kitchen. You followed the scent in your sleepy haze until you came face to face with your boyfriend standing behind the stove, unruly curls and a handsome smile as he glanced up at the sound of your footsteps. You couldn't even imagine how dishelved you looked in that moment—with dried drool around your lips and pillow imprints on your cheek—but the way Spencer assessed you from the distance, it made you feel as though you were meant to be sculpted as a flawless copy of Aphrodite herself.

"Good morning, gorgeous," your boyfriend greeted as he pushed a plate of pancakes across the counter. "Breakfast?"

The two of you spent the entirety of breakfast telling each other about your respective week while enjoying Spencer's pancakes that, surprisingly, tasted even better than they smelled. After the dishes were washed, Spencer grabbed your hand and started leading you back towards your shared bedroom.

"Come with me for a moment. I wanna show you something," he said.

You trailed after Spencer in curiosity, compliantly fulfilling his order to sit on the bed as he vanished into the ensuite. Three minutes later, Spencer reappeared in front of you, donning a grin so enormous that it nearly distracted you from the foreign pair of clothes he had changed himself into.

"What do you think?" Spencer asked enthusiastically.

"What do I think?"

"Yeah!"

"It's cute, Spencer. Is it new?" Spencer nodded eagerly, confirming your suspicion. "I see. It's kinda... too big for you, don't you think?"

The hoodie Spencer was wearing came in your favorite color, but it hung on his lanky frame almost like a poncho. Spencer still looked good in it, though. You admired his talent to still appear attractive even when he was wearing something that didn't fit him properly.

"I picked out a bigger size on purpose," Spencer revealed, taking off the hoodie before extending it towards you. "Here, try it. I went two sizes above your usual so it should feel roomy."

Your perplexed stare zeroed in on the clothing in Spencer's hand. "Wait. I don't understand. Did you buy this for me?"

"Um, no? Well, technically yes." Spencer rubbed his neck, suddenly turning sheepish as his gaze found your eyes. "Remember last week when you told me about girls borrowing their boyfriends' clothes? And how you never got to experience that? Well, I couldn't stop thinking about it, so I went ahead and ordered this hoodie for myself but in a larger size. That way, you can steal it from me from time to time. Have something of mine you can wear when you want to."

Silence descended into the room in the wake of Spencer's declaration.

His heart was a sonorous thumping inside his chest. Spencer waited for you to say something, but your voice never came. It wasn't until the first sob broke through the quietude did Spencer realize that you were actually crying.

"Sweetheart? Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?"

The man knelt in front of you in no time, his palm clenching at the side as if he was ready to go into battle to fight whatever or whoever caused the shed tears in your eyes. You lifted your head just enough to see him, smiling shakily when you saw the taut lines above the bridge of his nose.

"I can't believe you bought this hoodie for me," you muttered once your sobs had subsided.

Spencer breathed out a sigh of relief. "That's why you cried? Because I bought you a hoodie?"

"It's not just because of a hoodie, Spence. It's the fact that you cared. You listened to my silly thoughts and you remembered." You brought your hand up to cup his cheek, feeling him melt against the touch. "This is the nicest, most considerate thing anyone has ever done for me."

"That just breaks my heart, gorgeous. You deserve so much more. I'm literally doing the bare minimum."

"No, you're not. You're doing so much. You're doing everything, Spencer."

You kissed him, then. Urgently and vehemently; trying to convey just how intensely your heart felt for him. When you pulled away, Spencer was wearing a big smile undoubtedly identical to your own.

"I love you so much, Spencer. You know that, right?"

Spencer's smile blossomed. In his heart, he sketched the way your face looked in that moment to burn your beauty into the depth of his mind.

"Not as much as I love you, sweetheart."

[rafetopia]

𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞

pairing: kol mikaelson x davina claire x fem!werewolf!reader

warnings: typical tvdu stuff, some angsty stuff, some fluff

note: since this was requested by an anon, i decided to make it sfw, if you want a smutty version of this, lmk!

also i was so happy when i got that request because i’ve been wanting to write for them since forever but i never actually did

also this wasn’t requested but I made the reader a werewolf because i thought it would be a fun dynamic having all of them together

this is a bit chaotic, i’m sorry for that lol

the three of you together, is probably the french quarters greatest fear

whenever there’s a battle going on, you fight it together

davina is definitely the most reasonable, while kol is the troublemaker, you’re something weird in between since you got a lot of common sense but sometimes you choose to ignore it

since you’re a wolf, you’ve got some trouble controlling your anger but davina has mastered the ability of calming you down

you and kol are definitely the jokesters in the relationship

davina and you are more cuddly since kol had to grew used to it first (from being left in a box and dead for centuries) but he’s getting there slowly

davina and you definitely do share clothes a lot and kol has trouble with keeping up what belongs to whom but he’s also getting there

sometimes kol wakes up at night, scared he’s gonna die again and then he needs the both of you to feel safe again and to sleep

davina doesn’t really like vampires very much but she has considered turning multiple times so she can be with Kol forever and so have you

kol often has to mediate between his family and you guys

davina had trouble getting accepted as a regent while dating an original vampire and a werewolf at the same time

the werewolves don’t really like you because you’ve never played along with them but Aidan was your childhood best friend

You’re also friends with jackson and hayley - she is like a sister to you

marcel and you get along but you aren’t best friends (because of what he did to the wolves)

when kol was still a witch (you weren’t dating yet) you often felt outnumbered by him and davina because they were witches and you were “just” a wolf

you helped them forge the dagger for klaus which was why you grew so close with them

when he died, you realized your feelings towards him and her

you spent every second you had, helping her bring him back

whenever they were fighting (usually over his family) you were the one to solve

when you realized he was cursed you tried to fight him off her but he was so strong and almost killed you

when he killed her you found her dead in his arms

you were so heartbroken and didn’t knew what to do so you screamed at him and fought him but he didn’t fight back, he just let you basically tear him apart

it took long for you to forgive him, even though you knew it wasn’t his fault

davina watched you from the other side, her heart broken at the sight of the two of you

you did everything you could to get her back while kol was in his slumber

you were heart broken as you lost them both but you never gave up hope

you hated marcel for what he did to kol but you also couldn’t really blame him because- it was hard for you because you loved them both so much

you got them both back in the end but it was a hard ride

kol and you worked together to get her back and you never cared about the mikaelsons

when you got her back, the three of you decided to leave town, to finally live your own life (somewhere nice, far away from all the supernatural drama)

note: if you liked this, and want to see more of this (blurbs/ one shots… just lmk!!)

[movies-to-add-to-your-tbw]

Title: The Duchess

Rating: PG-13

Director: Saul Dibb

Cast: Keira Knightley, Ralph Fiennes, Charlotte Rampling, Dominic Cooper, Hayley Atwell, Simon McBurney, Aidan McArdle, John Shrapnel, Alistair Petrie, Patrick Godfrey, Michael Medwin, Justin Edwards, Richard McCabe, Calvin A. Dean, Hannah Stokely

Release year: 2008

Genres: history, romance, drama

Blurb: 18th-century aristocrat Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire, is reviled for her extravagant political and personal life.

[alternity01]

Violet Hands and the Vermilion Masks of Pale Men

Chapter I. “Auf Wiedersehen, mein Freund.”

Word Count: 1469

Blurb: Aidan Grimm has spent almost his whole life with the Ngela-Machiavelli family. They've eaten together, drunk together, bathed together, and they've even killed together. That's a bond not many can have—a bond not many deserve—but they're not family. And sure there's more than the Machiavellis, more than Leo and Aunty Ciseko and Uncle Fernando. There's Silenzio: Ayesha, Natasha, Giuseppe and Brianna. All great in their own right, all people he's grown with, but they were never his family.

His family is no more. A mission from his dear Aunty and Uncle led to them being snuffed out like the indigo flame from his indigo lighter and his home to burn. It is for that very reason that they must be extinguished alongside his best friend, his companion, his… Leo.

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The buzz of Aidan’s phone kicks him out of his restless rest. As his eyes welcome the new day, he turns his attention to his nightstand. Sunlight crept onto it as he slept for its own break, finding his phone comfortable enough, causing the screen’s brightness to match. With this almost divine call to action, he reads:

X: Do not disappoint me.

He doesn’t bother to open the chat itself and respond. He knows what he must do. Having sat up to sleep, his tail drags behind him on his way to their shared bathroom—a crescent at the back rightmost corner of the house. There—hanging in a plastic sleeve off of the towel warmer—is a dress. The dress in fact. Woven from darkness only found under the coldest of beds, one paired with gloves covering an area from his paws to halfway up his biceps. Acknowledging it with an expressionless nod, he runs himself a bath Leonardo-Nawa would consider scalding.

‘How can I say goodbye?’ he thinks, sitting from the edge of the bathtub. As if he didn’t spend the past couple of years contemplating and organising it all.

Aidan's hand dances within the water during his thoughts, guiding his whole body into the depths of the clear liquid. As if to cleanse himself of his vices one last time, he glides the gel against the skin of his chest and face and the wine–red fur of his limbs with strength and vigour. All while laying down in a way that mimics those experiencing eternal slumber. Whether it's Leo’s parents or his own parents he's mimicking more is unknown even to him. 

It’s not long before he finds his way back into the dress, a snug fit. Sliding his paws into flats, he fixes what he’s been told resembles a smile onto his face, and walks through Leonardo-Nawa’s bedroom door.

“You live, you laugh

Your time won’t pass

Today’s your day

(It is your day)

Only your day

(Only your day)

So we are here to say Happy Birthday,” Aidan sings softly to the sleeping kiweli, his voice moulding to add Aunty Ciseko and Uncle Fernando’s in perfect harmony.

Leonardo-Nawa dances around to the sombrely sung tune. It is only after it is done that he hugs him.

“I thank you with all my heart, darling. You understand this time has been hard for me,” utters Leonardo-Nawa in a loving whisper. “Might I add, you look absolutely stunning. As stunning as the day we met.”

“We met when we were barely able to speak,” he comments.

“Details, details. I… cared for you all the same. As you have cared for me. Thank you dearly.” He guides him into a miniature waltz.

“It’s nothing.” He keeps his steps.

Hand in hand, he spins him out despite his shorter build—an act that never fails to impress Aidan. He reverses it in a way that Leo finds himself into his open chest.

“With you, I’ll celebrate every moment as if it’s my last.” Leonardo-Nawa raises his head from his chest. “Till death do us part.”

Aidan found himself in the play pit nestled in the centre of the Ncana Institute for Education and Extracurricular Experience’s kindergarten section. His pale skin had already grown purple from the fall. Specifically, his chest—one he’d rather have torn out than receive anymore pain in that moment. And his arms—with his fur torn out in patches. At that point, what’s now a phantom of a memory stood above him, readying to deliver more punishment. That is until Leonardo-Nawa pounced on them, causing cuts to form.

“Who’s next?” he roared to the stunned crowd. His paintbrush-esque tail decorated the air around him with its rapid movements.

Aidan looked up at Leo in awe. His—at the time—short chocolate curls flowed in the wind. His stance was like the icons of legend, turning his unimpressive figure statue-esque in his eyes.

He turned to him and nodded to himself as he asked “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he whispered in response, bruised and aching.

“Listen up! I’m sick and tired of the way you guys treat, Aido.” Leo proclaimed, stepping on the chest of one of his attackers. “Quit messing with my love, or I’ll keep messing with you. Nothing can get between us. Till death do us part.”

It was then that he pressed his lips against his cheek in what the young one thought was nothing more than the cementing of the friendly gesture at the time. A far more naive Aidan felt himself grow rosy, having held onto Leo’s waist in a warm embrace.

A smile pops onto his face.

“Now, darling. How long must I wait for your surprises?”

“It’ll all be over soon.” Words he nearly chokes out.

“Are you alright?”

“Clearing my throat.”

“Go drink some water, darling. I’ll be waiting in here.”

“Freshening up?”

“Naturally.” He kisses him on the cheek.

Aidan slinks away, his expression flattening before he’s able to even open the door he came in from. His strides are wide, never spending longer in there than he needs to. Turning around, he tests his lock. The door shakes and scratches and fails to move. Perfect. He squats down by his bed, his primary exit already closed. Under it rests a duffle bag so dark it would be safe to assume his dress and it were woven from the same fabrics. Within it are hemp gloves, hiding the skeleton of a flash drive and a palm-sized remote. Aidan’s wallet, Aidan’s phone, Aidan’s bedroom keys. The ones for the bathroom follow once his gloves are on.

Once out of the room, halfway down a corridor he could’ve sworn was a quarter of its current length last night, he hears “Aidan, darling?”

“Yes?” He neglects to turn around.

“I miss you already.”

His heart stretches the skin of his chest forward with every beat. He tastes iron. He turns his head to face the ceiling.

Keeping his eyes to the sky, Aidan responds “I’ll miss you too.”

Finally, past their rooms and past their home gym, he exits the hallway. Air returns to his lungs. He turns right. The spiral marble stairway awaits him below, so he borrows the movement of an accomplished gymnast to carry him down. Nary a breath nor movement goes to waste.

Now off of the stairs, an incessant bitter fog clings to the back of his throat, diffusing into him. Forbidding himself any water, he makes his way across the polished wooden floor towards a seldom visited elevator tucked behind the folds of plain sight. Not a sound as he goes down, and not a sound as he comes out.

Doors sparsely litter the suffocating, outwardly unfinished hallway. Aidan never understood how a place so beautiful could house something so ugly. The room itself, its back wall lined from top to bottom by a giant monitor, is quite modern. In the middle of it is a decagonal table, and while he isn't the tallest—nor is he the shortest—member of Silenzio, it reaches his knee. Squatting, he inserts the corpse of the usb into the primary tower. That's all it really takes. Eleven days. An entire week of thirty two hours each gone like the memories of an ageing patient. Cyber security the likes of which both Ayesha and Giuseppe would show their disappointment with. Back into his glove it goes.

Having left the room without a trace, he takes a moment in the elevator to recognise that the air doesn’t taste the same anymore. However, he doubts he'll ever be able to tell what it is, nor does he think he wants to. Aidan takes his last steps into the foyer, ready to breach the threshold between now and the rest of his life.

By the door is a picture of them all. One taken too long ago for him to remember, but he does recognise it. He only looks at it for a second, yet he can feel Leo’s violet eyes stare through him all the same. This is not the time to be plagued with tears. One step with the force of a million.

Despite the heat, the wind nibbles on his skin. Awaiting him is what can only be described as an armoured family minivan. Aidan enters. Whereas his mind scratches and claws at him, his body alone leads the drive out of the estate, proving to him the husk he’s become. Faster than Leo’s suspicions, but slow enough to ensure they don't creep up on him. The house is now a mere smudge within his rear view mirror, and the remote finds itself in his rigid hand.

“I'm sorry, I loved you,” he whispers, finger flicking the switch.

If only Bri could see the fireworks, because at least in her ignorance she could enjoy the show.

[maybanksbabe]

I can’t guarantee that I’ll write this because I’m so busy, but would you be willing to read a blurb of lovesick JJ based on the song bloom by Aidan Bissett?

-🪼

Ooo okay! I'm not familiar with the song but I'll give it a listen and I'm definitely interested!!

[kaiathorneauthor]

Unwound chapter 3 is up on ao3!!!!!

Unwound is an adult contemporary romance that I'm currently writing (and plan to self-publish), but I am currently posting chapters of it on a03 so that I can get some feedback and garner some community support. Here is a plot summary and blurb:

Madison Myers is a twenty-one year old perfectionist.

A chemical engineering major and a D1 athlete, her whole life is school. Madison's had a long list of boyfriends—more passing flirtations than anything—but she always seems to wake up in the morning unsatisfied.

Aidan Whitlock is a twenty-nine year old mess. His life is a scattered assortment of unfinished manuscripts, empty bottles, and solitary holidays. After a failed relationship years ago, he avoids commitment like the plague.

When the pair meet one fateful night and hook up in the bathroom of a seedy bar everything changes. He's the best Madison's ever had, but she's sure she'll never see him again... Until she walks into her History class the next morning and meets Professor Whitlock.

—

I moaned out loud when he finally touched my clit.

He rubbed at it with the pad of his thumb. “You always get this soaked for strangers in bars?”

“I’ve never—fuck—never done this before.”

“I know, darling. I can tell.”

would appreciate and likes, reblogs, reads, or kudos <3

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

Draw Dead by O.E. Tearmann

Aces High, Jokers Wild #5

 2159 AD could be utopian or dystopian depending on what earthlings opt to do now…in this world inhabited by dogmatic autocratic controlling corporations, dissenting Dusters, and Fringers on the outside…utopia does not exist for a select few and even for them…it is not all that. It is a world I hope to never see but one that is populated with characters I can’t wait to spend time with because the Wildcards ARE all that and perfect company as they fight to right wrongs.

 What I liked:

* The Wildcards and dissenters working to find out what the cause of and solution for the unconventional weapon of war launched on them by the corporations

* The way they came together to assist the Writers Union

* Seeing how the Wildcards are coming along two years after the last book took place

* Aidan & Kevin: commander and logistics officers of Base 1407, married and settled, loving, wise, kind, strong, and there for one another, their team and others

* Janice: hydroelectric officer, trans woman, agriculture and science savvy, protective, strong, assertive, and ripe for a relationship – really liked her interaction with young Abigail and Milo

* Milo and his daughter Abigail: Milo had some brainwashing to overcome and does so as the story progresses, Abigail was there to help not only her father learn but assist on the base – the tie between father and daughter was wonderful

* Catching up with the other characters on the base: how the younger ones are changing, how the ones in relationships are faring, and what they are up to in general

* The camaraderie of the Wildcards and how they are there for one another as well as for others that are in need even

* The sci-fi aspects that I wouldn’t mind seeing invented sooner than later

* The impact that the dissenters are having on the Corporations

* Being able to identify with and root for those working against the corporations

* That this series is so believable,educational, illuminating, and relatable

* Thinking about and hoping for the overthrow of the corporations

* All of it except for…

 What I didn’t like:

* Who and what I was meant not to like

* The loss of innocent lives

 Thank you to NetGalley, Amphibian Books, and Books Forward PR for the ARC – This is my honest review.

 5 Stars

    BLURB

 There's a calm before the storm… In 2159, the Democratic State Force gains ground every day. As they fight to bring representative democracy back, they become heroes to the citizens indentured to the United Corporations of America. Widely spread guerilla units support the first civilian protests the country has seen in decades. Now it’s the Corporations on the defensive. And they are getting desperate. On Base 1407, the Wildcards start to think they just might help the former United States wake up from its nightmare after all. In spite of the hints of internationally banned weapons the Corporations may have up their sleeves, there’s hope. People whisper that maybe, someday, they might just win. But you should never say something like that too loud. Fate’s a bitch. You don’t want to tempt her.

[singtotheskiies]

weary // five hargreeves x reader

summary: five’s exhausted and covered in blood, but you love him all the same.

request (by @oceanspray5): Hi! I was wondering if you could maybe write a Five x reader fic right after the S2 scene where he kills the Board? When he's waiting for the Handler and after his conversation with her he looks so heartbroken and defeated that it just breaks my heart for him. He needs a hug and some love after being betrayed like that so I was hoping a fic where he has Reader with him and gets that kind of support and a reminder that he's not just the killer the Handler is trying to convince him he is. Only if it's possible for you of course! And thank you in advance! 😊

words: 614

warnings: small mentions of blood and killing, kinda short n unedited but otherwise nothin else:))

a/n: at this point my area of expertise is lil hurt/comfort blurbs with five and i’m honestly living for it

✖️✖️✖️

Five stands in the deserted alley with his back to you. From the set of his shoulders, you guess he’s clutching AJ tightly to his chest.

“Five?” you whisper.

No answer.

And it’s then you realize how still he is, how he hasn’t moved as he stares at the ground. You call his name again, and when he doesn’t respond, you quietly make your way to his side.

He doesn’t meet your eyes at first, staring unblinkingly at a patch of asphalt over your shoulder. His hands are clasped around AJ’s plastic bag, and you realize with a sinking heart that his fingers are shaking. You cautiously move your own hands to brush over his, and when he doesn’t flinch away, you bring your right hand up to cup his cheek.

“Look at me, Five,” you murmur, and he does. Even the slightest tilt of his head seems to weigh on him so heavily, and your brow furrows without even thinking at just how exhausted he looks.

Tears well up in his eyes as you brush your thumb against the apple of his cheek, his head moving the tiniest bit to chase your gentle touch.

“‘M so tired,” he whispers, a single tear spilling down over his freckled cheek where his dimple would be were he smiling. You wipe it away—a bit of dried blood comes off on your thumb, but you don’t mind.

“I know, baby,” you say, smiling sadly. “I know.” The only thing you can think of to do is to wrap him in your arms, and he lets out a shuddering sigh as your scent envelops him. His hands are slow and shaking as they come up to return the embrace, finding purchase in the folds of your shirt.

“I’m done now—no more killing, no more blood—“ Five trails off and you whisper a shh into his ear, cupping the back of his head in your hand.

“You did what you had to,” you say. “And I’m so proud of you for doing that.”

Hearing those words must release something in him, because he melts against you at last, more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen him before. You keep your arms tight around him, giving him all the assurance you know how.

His eyes are still shiny as he pulls away slightly, so full of complications and exhaustion and love that your chest knots itself in two. You bring his blood-streaked hands to your mouth, pressing soft kisses to his knuckles and wrists. He sighs again, the feeling of your lips soothing his tired mind.

“I love you,” he says, and you know that he means both a thousand more things and just that at the same time.

“I love you too,” you say back, without hesitation. “Always.”

His eyes deepen at your words, and he leans forward slightly to press his lips to yours. He’s soft and sad against you, and the kiss is equal parts desperation and affection. After a long moment, he pulls back slowly, eyes still closed, and presses a kiss to your forehead. His lashes are gentle as they brush against your skin, and your fingers trail across the back of his neck with as much tenderness as you have.

The two of you stand there breathing each other in, and, despite all the distant danger and blood, you feel safe.

“Sorry to interrupt, lovebirds!” A female voice comes from behind you, accompanied by the distinctive sound of heels tapping the pavement.

You and Five both know that the moment has come. Breaking apart with a small smile to the other, you turn around hand-in-hand to face the Handler together.

Together—how it always would be.

[harvsboy]

masterlist

the hub

→ ted nivison

serenity || gn!reader || fluffy blurb || ★

cw; vague description of a meltdown, panic, one kiss, fluff, slight hurt/big comfort, petnames, lower case intended

-> zane julien (ninjago)

dating zane headcanons || gn!reader || headcanons || ★

cw; kissing, slightly suggestive, making out, cutesy relationship stuff

-> lloyd garmadon (ninjago)

dating lloyd headcanons || gn!reader || headcanons || ★

cw; mentions of kissing, romantic shit, lloyd is grown up!!

-> harvey (stardew valley)

general character headcanons || gn!reader mentioned || headcanons || ★

cw; mentions of ptsd, death/loss, alchohol, age gap ish?? silly lil headcanons bout our fav doctor!!

small moments with harvey || gn!reader || headcanons/blurb collection || ★

cw; alcohol mentions, swearing, one kiss mention, x gn!reader

[topperscumslut]

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if i gave y’all the option to start a subscription for my account that you pay for a. would you guys do it and b. what would you want it to be for?

of course i would still post normally on here for everyone to see like i do now, but money has been really tight lately and I’d really like to make some money on here if i can. i’m already a broke college student as i am, and on top of that i just lost my house and my job in the span of a week, as well as my grandpa being essentially on his death bed which has taken a huge toll on not only my mental health but my bank account due to gas to visit him in the hospital. don’t worry tho, i do have a place to live but i did lose my home of 6 years. it’s not like i lost my house because i lost my job and couldn’t pay rent, in fact it’s pretty much the other way around cuz the stress of losing my house contributed to me being tardy and absent at work and getting fired. my landlords abusive grandparents that my mom and i rented from decided to sell our house with three days notice. that was the house i primarily lived at cuz it was closest to my work, school, and my friends and also just the house that felt most like “home” but i had stayed at my stepdad’s house and my dad’s house occasionally as well, but not often, cuz my dad’s house was like 15-20 minutes away and my stepdad’s was about an hour away and i would often get off work late at night as well as the fact that gas is fucking expensive. now i only have my dad’s house and my stepdad’s house to go, which are more than an hour away from each other, and i’ve been going back and forth often. i used an entire tank of gas today alone. on top of that i’m now essentially out of money and have no source of income. my parents still pay for my necessities like food and utilities, and my mom has thankfully been paying for gas for the brief time being until i can get back on my feet, so i can still survive, but she’s running low on money too and it’s like my gas is disappearing as soon as a i get it. TW! on top of that i’ve also been to the hospital for my depression and suicidal thoughts and i just found out my paternal grandpa my only sane grandparent only has a couple days left. it has not been a fun time.

but on a lighter note, what sort of content would you like to see from me if i do make paid subscriptions available? i’ve had a couple ideas, i am a reality shifter so i’ve considered telling shifting stories and stuff like that there but there’s just one problem - i haven’t shifted (yet). i’ve also considered putting priority on subscription holders when it comes to requests and maybe even taking same-day requests because i don’t do very well about getting requests done in a timely manner and especially lately, but i’m not sure if i can handle putting that sort of pressure on myself either. but if you guys have any ideas, please let me know! I’ve been thinking about setting up subscriptions for a while to make money off my work, even when it was just extra money i didn’t really need, but right now i need it more than ever and your support would mean everything to me. if you’re new to my page, i write for many different fandoms including Outer Banks, The Umbrella Academy, Stranger Things, The Hunger Games, and Nicky, Ricky, Dicky, and Dawn (random assortment, i know lol). i mainly write smuts with some fluffs but so far my works have all been character x reader, but i would be open to writing other types of fanfic too.

anyway, thank you guys so fucking much if you’ve read all the way down to here. please let me know what you’d like to see from me!!

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[spurrs]

Out of Time (Five Hargreeves)

Prompt: Five doesn’t get stuck in the post-apocalyptic future — he finds himself in the 1960’s and falls in love. Even when he returns to 2002, he can’t help but visit Y/N at different points in her life. Loosely inspired by The Time Traveler’s Wife. AU where Doomsday doesn’t happen and Five is still thirteen. (1/?)

Contains: plot twists, doomsday, 60’s reader, teenage love, slow burn, friends to (???)

August 5, 1960

There’s someone in your kitchen.

Your hand shakes slightly around the hilt of the butter knife as you creep towards the noise, desperately holding your breath. Even from the upstairs bedroom you could hear it: the slam of doors, determined footsteps making rounds on the marbled tiles, the unmistakable sound of a coffee pot being plugged in. You shoot a look at the clock down the hallway — five to one now, way past your bed time. On any other night you’d be fast asleep, getting ready for a full day of test prep and mandatory dance classes; leave it to the universe to send a (robber? axe murderer?) into your empty, parent-less home. And on a school night, no less.

You make your way down the entrance hall, closer to the unnamed presence currently monopolizing your kitchen. Whoever they were, they clearly had no reservations on stealth; every few seconds rings a crash of pans, a fork clattering to the floor. You frown, uneasy — surely even the most inefficient of robbers would have the sense to complete a job in silence. After a moment’s hesitation, you muster up the courage to leap into the doorway and find —

A boy. There’s a boy in your kitchen. You blink, defenses faltering — this is definitely not what you were expecting.

He doesn’t look much older than yourself — thirteen, maybe fourteen — but he sure acts like it, leaning casually against the countertop like he’s been doing it all his life. He’s holding a pot of freshly brewed coffee in one hand — the other is wrapped around your favorite Coney Island mug.

“Hi there,” the boy says, looking over at you. He waves your mug in greeting. “Sorry about that. Did I wake you?”

Your mind stills. “No,” you say at last, the only thing you can think of. “Who are you? What do you want?”

He’s wearing the typical poncy jacket of your local private school, not unlike the ones hanging in your wardrobe upstairs. His is different, though — the chest is embroidered with a strange coat of arms bearing the words Ut Malum Pluvia. He raises an eyebrow at your cotton nightgown and takes another sip.

“I’m Five,” he says simply. “Put that knife down, you look ridiculous.”

You hesitate for a moment, your thoughts going haywire, before lowering your arm. He’s a kid, not much larger than yourself — what harm could he possibly do? “Five,” you repeat. “Like the number?”

“Exactly like it.” He moves away from you and snatches the pot. “Want some?”

“No thanks.” You take a look around the kitchen — he’s made a mess of the place, knocking pots aside and leaving doors ajar. You notice that he’s dug through your personal stash, having retrieved a tub of peanut butter and a year-old packet of marshmallows. “What are you doing in my house?”

“Well, it’s my house, technically.” He stops to pop a marshmallow in his mouth. “Where’d you keep your bread? I’m starving.”

You blink. Never in your life have you been more at a loss for words. You study him from the doorway, the relaxed way he crosses the room, and decide that this might just be most elaborate prank you’ve ever heard of. “Is this a joke? Did Jack send you?”

He turns to look at you. “What?”

You grin in spite of the nerves. You suppose it was a little funny, now that the initial shock had worn off. “It’s a good one. Is he here?” You poke your head into the next room. “Jack?”

“I assure you, I am not joking.” His eyes slide over you thoughtfully. “And I’m not lying, either. I do live here. Or I will, anyway.”

You stare at him. He returns the look, watching you from over his drink. “What year is it?”

“1960?” Your thumb traces the hilt of the knife again. “Are you okay?” There’s something strange about this boy — something curious about his gaze, serious and unyielding.

“My father will purchase this manor in 1963. It’ll be on the market for months by then.” He fixes you a look. “Or so he says. You planning on moving any time soon?”

“Not really.” Your body is itching to run out the front the door, but you command your feet stay planted on the ground. “Hold on. You’re trying to tell me you’re from 1963?”

“Not exactly,” he says pleasantly. “More like 2002.”

Your smile falls. There was no denying it — this boy was psychotic. You think of the telephone down the hallway and take a step back. “Um. I could call the cops.”

“You could,” Five agrees. “Or you could sit and have a sandwich with me.”

“You’re insane.” Who was this boy? Where did he come from? A dozen possibilities shuttle through your head, but not a single one made sense.

“Yes, I see how you might get that impression,” he says, in a tired sort of voice. “Still, it’d be nice if you wouldn’t jump to assumptions so quickly.”

He takes a step toward you and you scramble backwards, flying down the hall with your nightgown flapping at your calves. From behind you hear a sigh and a distant pop — with a bright flash of blue, Five materializes by the phone and rips it out of the wall. You let out a tiny scream and fall to the floor. “What the—”

He looks down at you almost regretfully and claps his hands together. “About that sandwich.”

—

He’s a time traveler. He’s from the future — decades into the future, he claims — and he’s been gifted with the uncanny ability to flit through space and time. He’s not the only anomaly in the new millennium— he’s the fifth in a throng of wonder kids with their own comic book series and pricey merchandise, hence his name. After a series of failed attempts to reach the future, he’d accidentally sent himself decades back.

You listen to all this in stunned silence, barely poking at the sandwich he’d so kindly cut the crusts off for you. Everything that came out of his mouth was too ridiculous to wrap your head around — you would never have believed him had it not been for the fact that you’d seen him move with your own eyes. They were pulling all kinds of stunts in Hollywood nowadays, suspending people in the air and pushing them off tall buildings, but what Five could do was something else entirely — it looked like magic.

You rub your forearm absently, pink from all the times you’d pinched it in the past half-hour, and look at the boy in front of you. He’d been watching you carefully with a little frown — finally, with a bit of a huff, he wipes his mouth and pushes his plate away.

“Alright,” he says, after a minute of silence. “Fine. Ask away.”

You hesitate. “Does Kennedy beat Nixon?”

“Yes,” he says, then grimaces after a moment’s thought. “Maybe we should steer clear of politics.”

“What’s the future like?” You latch onto a thought and gasp. “Flying cars? What about space mayflowers? Highway to Russia?”

“You might be getting your hopes a little too high over there,” he says, shaking his head. “It’s not as interesting as you believe it to be.”

“Not to you, maybe.” You look at him expectantly. He drums his fingers on the table.

“Well — AI intelligence, maybe. Animals that can talk. A few flying vehicles here and there, a space station or two.”

Your mouth drops. “You’re kidding.”

“Not in the slightest. Mom’s — and Pogo — ” He tears his eyes away. “Anyway. They’re not what you might call conventional. They’re alright, though.”

You study him. He was a strange kid, the weirdest you’d ever met, but you recognized the expression flickering on his face. You’d seen it on your own one too many times. “How long until you get to see them again?”

“Can’t say,” he says absently. “I’ll have to plug in the right configurations, straighten out the timeline before attempting a jump. It could take weeks — months. Years, perhaps.” Years. You could hear the discomfort in his voice.

“I’ll help you.” You think of reaching your hand across the table, but the surprise written so plainly on his face stops you in your tracks. “I can — I’m not so bad at math, everyone says so. And my mother’s never here, so I suppose you can stay for as long as you like.”

“I don’t want to cause trouble.” His eyes cut across the room hesitantly — it’s clear he’s never lived anywhere but his own house. “And I work alone.”

“But—” You rap your head for something to say. “But it’s cold out. And I can make french onion soup.”

You half-expect him to laugh in your face and disappear in an another blast of blue light, but he catches you off guard with a small smile. “Ah,” he says. “But who could say no to that?”

—

Five ends up staying the next few weeks. He settles in what will one day be his bedroom — empty guest quarters two doors down — but you spend most of your time in the study, a room that will one day belong to his father. You try to stick to the same routine you always do, but it soon becomes clear you’ve rearranged much of your life around Five, clearing out your day to watch him cross out numbers and replace them with new ones.

In the mornings, while you’re away at school, Five taps into the emergency fund and finds a place in the neighborhood. There’s a donut shop he likes that’s on the way home — you drop by for an extra large coffee and walk home together, introducing him to the housekeepers as a friend from school. You spend many silent afternoons on the floor of the study — you going over your essays, him looking up values and charts. You borrow piles of books from the school library — mathematical theory, as per his request — and watch him pencil in the margins, muttering under his breath and disappearing into thin air without a word. He always comes back with his clothes singed or a part of his hair dusted in questionable gray powder; it often ends with him staggering into the wingback chair and rubbing his temples.

Another thing you learn about time travel: a lot of time seems to be alloted to staring into space. It’s during these lapses that Five seeks your company out the most, inviting you to fill in the silence with your many eager requests for knowledge. You notice that he rambles a lot on world events you have yet to witness — he consults your opinion on future schools of thought and listens to you talk on the pursuit of your dearest ambitions. You make a habit of eating dinner together on the floor of your study, balancing paper plates on your knees or eating it straight out of the frying pan, while discussing scientific discoveries and religious think pieces. You spend much of the day exhausted and sluggish on caffeine, sinking into chairs and warming yourselves by the fire, but every night you go to bed a little more excited for morning to arrive.

In time, Five develops a habit of vanishing from sight and reappearing five minutes later, supposedly from another decade. The first time it happens you’re convinced he’s gone for good; you’re in the middle of sweeping documents off the floor when he pops in swinging a pair of roller skates from the 70’s. You scowl and refuse to speak to him for days — the added weight could have thrown him completely off balance — only relenting when you try them on and shatter a porcelain tea set. Another visit earns you a studio album from some up-and-coming band called The Beatles — you play it in the background as you pore over your readings, pencil drumming to the beat. It seems that every attempt Five makes brings him closer and closer to home — the manufacturing dates tagged on the things he brings back with him (Nerf ball, Cabbage Patch doll, paperback copy of Ender’s Game) loom closer and closer to the 21st century.

After his first few successful jumps into the future, you start preparing yourself for the possibility that Five might leave any moment and never come back. This was, after all, the goal you’d both been working towards — it was the reason you’d spent all those afternoons sprawled on the floor, leafing through volumes of academic papers. You knew you’d be happy for him — of course you would. You’d be proud. That knowledge didn’t at all explain the awful pang in your chest that came with waiting for his arrival, hugging your knees to your chest and waiting for time to drip by, but things like that were better left a mystery. The thought of one day having to pull yourself off that floor, quietly pack all those books on your own and close the door, was unbearable.

So far, though, the day had yet to come. You suppose you were lucky in that regard. He’d always be back before long, sweaty and exhausted and moaning for coffee, but he’d always return. You’d discuss his experience over a steaming mug — voices low, heads pushed together — and soon you learn to push that thought away, deep into the selfish, shadowy part of you that would never see the light. You get along quite nicely, after all — of course you’d be a little sad to see him ago. It’s what you tell yourself as you snort over your fourth powdered donut, doubling back in laughter as he spews sugar all over his front, and when the glint in his eye after a heated discussion leaves you both breathless. Of course you’d be a little sad. Anyone would.

—

Five is stuck in 1960 for three months on the day he finally makes it back home. He’d been getting a little more reckless as time went by — the most recent trip featured a first edition of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, although the trip had burned parts of it into a crisp. You’d been irritated at the thought of having to wait nearly forty years for the rest, but it was nothing compared to hearing Five at night — he’d been taking it on the bedroom dresser, kicking it in frustration. Things were not going the way they should be for him — it must have been the longest he’s been away from home. He refused to say it, but you knew he was scared of being stuck here forever.

You had your own fears, too. You couldn’t help but think of your life post-Five — you knew it was coming, but you weren’t sure you could face the consequence. You’d already changed so much of your life to fit him into it — there was no telling what would happen once he leaves. The housekeepers, who’d noted the near-permanent addition to the household, thought him a serious boyfriend; even your absentee mother knew his strange name and coffee preference. You thought of how bland your life would be once he returned — the same colorless days on repeat, devoid of all the wonder he brought with him. Would you spend the rest of your days fantasizing about a future you’d never get to see? The thought was horrible, but you pushed it away in favor of what was important — getting Five home.

Five leaves on a Saturday. You find yourselves a park bench outside the property, carrying bowls of steaming french onion soup — his new favorite — and eat it under the shade of a small tree. You watch him as he stares at its branches, lost it thought.

“We’ll play under this tree one day,” he says. He reaches out to touch a leaf — it’s dangling right over his head. “My siblings and I. It’ll be really big — the largest on the street.”

Your eyes flutter close. You can almost picture it — a little Five in knee-highs, hollering under the shade. His dimpled smile. You could feel the sun from that distant day warm your eyelids.

You open your eyes to find him watching you. “You’ll be 55 by then,” he says. His face is unreadable.

You give him a sad smile. “Yes,” you say. “I suppose I will be.”

“But you don’t have to be.” His eyes burn into yours. “You don’t have to grow old here.”

“Are you okay, Five?” You set your soup down. He’s looking at you with so much intensity that your cheeks flush.

“We can do it, Y/N.” He reaches out to brush a leaf off your shoulder. “You can come with me.”

You let out a tiny laugh. “Sure, Five. Let’s start with getting you home first.”

“But I’ve done it.” His voice is measured, as if testing rocky waters. “I made it to 2002.”

You feel as though cold water’s been splashed over your head. “What do you — what? When?”

“Two months ago,” he says. His eyes are locked into yours. “I was right — Euler’s constant’s what did it. I‘ve been going back and forth for a while now.”

“What? But you — ” You can feel your brain struggling to keep up. “I don’t understand.”

All of a sudden, his eyes refuses to meet yours. They cut away to something far in the distance. “Don’t you see?” Five says. “The problem was never going home. The problem was taking you with me.”

Your hand shakes. The soup sloshes all over your lap — you can barely register it as your hands scramble for something to mop it up.

“In one piece, anyway,” Five continues. He looks down at the mess and pops away — a second later he reappears with a towel. “I could do it, technically, but you’d be missing a leg or two.”

“Me?” You sputter out. You feel incapable of saying anything else — Five shakes his head and dabs at the mess. “What for?”

His hand stills. “Y/N,” he starts, “I don’t — how do I say this? Look, I’ve been jumping into the future for a while now. Every single time I looked for you — where you were, how you were doing, if you’d finally reached your dreams. Months and months I searched, and you want to know what I found?”

You hold your breath. Five studies your face intently. “Nothing,” he says at last. “There’s nothing to find. Y/N, you don’t exist after 1963. There’s no surviving record of you anywhere. It’s like you vanished from the face of the earth.”

You don’t know what to say. Your mouth opens and closes soundlessly.

“Of course, I knew that couldn’t be possible. But there was no death certificate, no missing person’s case — I had to start facing the only real possibility, which was that you were somehow living in a completely different timeline. Mine.” He thinks for a moment, then slowly reaches for your spasming hand. It stills at his touch.

“You’re not supposed to stay here, Y/N. You were never meant to.”

“I can’t — ” Your voice trembles. You shut your eyes and let out a shaky breath. There are a million things you want to say — What are you saying? What does this mean? What if I don’t want to leave? What if I do? You go for the one you want to know the most. “Is it possible?”

“I’ve been practicing,” Five says. He digs through his jacket pocket and holds out a wrinkled receipt. “I started with little things — pieces of paper, packets of gum. Then I moved on to bigger stuff. The roller skates were the first big success — nearly lost a finger, but it was worth it. The record player followed, and the books, and those were easier.” You watch as his eyes narrow. “But it gets harder, the further out you want to go. The Harry Potter burned, you remember — and that barely weighed a thing. The VCR player didn’t make it at all. I can do it, I know I can; I just need practice.”

You feel like your heart’s about to burst. “So what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I’m figuring it out.” His voice is steady, but you know better. “I’m saying that I’m bringing you with me. I just need to know that you want to.”

You swallow. You think of all those late-night fantasies — the 21st century, all that magic and wonder. And Five. Never having to say goodbye.

It seems like several long hours have passed when you finally break the silence. “Okay,” you say. You lift your head to see his mouth break into an impossibly wide, boyish grin; it stops your heart.

“Okay,” he says eagerly. He squeezes your hand. “Okay.”

Later, you’re sitting in the same spot on the floor of your study, your feet dangling over the armchair. He’s huffing, warming up — he rubs his palms together and shoots you a quick smile. “Here I go.”

You rest your head on the chair and look at him — his ruddy cheeks, his messy hair. You return his smile softly. “Be back soon.”

“I will,” he promises. “I’ll be back before you know it.” He closes his eyes in concentration as the familiar blue light fills the room, pulsing intently in the air. It whips around his ankles and pulses in vibrant circles, echoing every clench of his fist, flooding him head to toe until he fades into nothing.

You slump into the chair in silence, eyeing the corner of the room he always reappears in. Your cheeks are still warm — you press your hands against your face to cool them down, but there’s nothing to do about the heat in your chest. You can still feel your heartbeat spike — wild and erratic, impatient — and deep down you feel something else, something you haven’t felt for a very long time.

Hopeful.

You should have known better. You should have known things were too good to be true; that hope was a dangerous thing to play with. You should have packed your things up and left the minute he popped out of sight. You should have closed the door behind you for good.

You don’t see him for another three years.

Next post: Three years later, you’re sixteen and seeing someone new. A sixteen-year-old Five pops up in the middle of your date and persuades you to visit 2005 to meet his eccentric family. You may have moved on after all these years, but he certainly hasn’t. (2/?)

Author’s Note: Thank you guys so much for reading! This is just a fun little piece I thought up after a few episodes into Season 2. Five is a great character — he’s so entertaining to watch. This imagine originated from a writing exercise with a vague time travel prompt. I’m so happy with how it turned out, and I can’t wait to write more! Favorite and reblog your thoughts for faster updates! I’d love to know what you think.

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Fics have a summary in the masterlists. Headcanons do not. * Female Reader + Male reader (If not specified; GN!Reader)

Multiple characters (headcanons):

- The type of person my favorite characters would fall in love with (with Merry, Pippin, Boromir, Éomer, Éowyn, Fili, Kili, Thorin, Bilbo, Tauriel)

- How would the Durins react to their s/o cutting their hair? (with Thorin, Fili and Kili)

Find the Kili fics on Wattpad! Kili Durin: - Kili in a forbidden relationship * - Kili learning his s/o to use a bow and arrow would include... - Mixed signals with Fili (platonic Kili x reader) * - Crushing on Kili while dating Aidan Turner * - Kili with a pyrokinetic s/o - Kili with a s/o who loves physical touch * - Kili with an s/o who had a kid pre-relationship (with blurbs)

- Kili with an intimidating s/o who is affectionate in private

- Starcrossed Losers series Summary: Where the sole survivor of the Asha race, seeks revenge to the dragon who burned her home to the ground. When coming in contact with the old pilgrim, Gandalf the Grey, she gets thrown into the company of thirteen dwarves and a rather uncomfortable hobbit. While culture clashes against each other harshly, a young dwarf can't help but feel gravitated towards the strange girl. She hates his uncle with her guts, and he knows, yet he cannot seem to escape his eyes from observing her from afar, knowing she was his one the moment she set foot into the wild.

- Birthday Cake * Summary: You have always enjoyed baking and Kili loves to join when you're in the kitchen. Your birthday is coming up and Kili wants to surprise you with baking you a cake. Only his surprise doesn't truly stay a surprise. - Stupid Things * Summary: Kili has been pining over you for months, but you cannot take a hint. When his feelings accidentally slip out one night, you think he's joking and start laughing at him. He gets embarrased and flustered, eventually leading up to him truly confessing. - Little Thief Summary: Kili has finally been taken by the meetings. You grow bored and seek dessert after dinner. Upon finding a little dwarfling attempting to steal cake, you help him. Chaos ensues.

- Faith Summary: Kili has never been scared of anything. Not until he met you. The minute he set his eyes on you, he knew you were his One. But he grew scared of rejection and never told you. But now, five months after reclaiming Erebor, he finally takes his shot. And it ends up in the cutest way possible.

- Obvious* Summary: Getting used to living inside the mountain had been difficult for you. Even more with the incredibly cold temperatures. When the cold wakes you up earlier than Kili one morning, you decide to snuggle into him for extra warmth, to which he wakes up. Fluff ensues.

- POV Summary: Kili had expected that the teasing about his stubble would have stoppen when Erebor got reclaimed, but much to his disappointment; it didn’t. And it became too overbearing for him. So he runs to his room to let go of faking for once. And that is where you find him. And you will not leave until he feels better.

- A Moment Of Solace* Summary: When Thorin keeps mentioning Kili’s injuries he suffered during the battle of the five armies, the dwarf retreats to his chamber, trying to heal his wounds even quicker. You find him there, and help him take care of himself.

- Your Forever Summary: Kili was never meant to fall for you, but he couldn't help himself. He was the one who managed to cheer you up whenever you did not feel like it. He made you a version of yourself you could have never imagined. And now, you lost him.

- Destined For One Another Summary: You and Kili have known each other for as long as either of you know, but when friendship begins to blossom into something more, you remain oblivious to his actions. Up until Fili points it out.

- Nervous Confessions Summary: When you are the first one to confess to Kili and give him your courting gift, anxieties take over. Thankfully, Fili is there to help you. And all with good consequences.

- She Loves Me Summary: Sweet moments of your relationship with Kili while having a child pre-relationship. Includes both headcanons and blurbs.

- Doubtful Proposals * Summary: Kili knew he wanted to marry you the day he met you, yet he knew he needed to be patient. And when he finally decided that it was time to propose, all insecurities begin building up. He knows as a member of the royal family, he has certain rules to follow. And those rules make him uncertain of his future with you. But, as Bofur discovers his bead one day, he might not have a choice but to simply state that which has been bothering him.

-Wildest Dreams Summary: From the moment he met you, he knew he wanted to marry you. And from the moment you saw him, you knew you’d let him. But growing older wasn’t fun. Especially when you were promised to another. And now you and Kili have to deal with the aftermath of it.

-Right Where You Left Me Summary: Pt.2 of Wildest Dreams. After your marriage with Fili, Kili begins to distance himself. After weeks, it becomes to much for you and you go to seek him out. A bittersweet moment of mutual pining is shared, before you finally part ways.

Fili Durin: - Fili giving you a book bouquet - Training with Fili would include... - Fili with an s/o that overworks * - Being in an arranged marriage with Fili would include... * - Fili and his s/o mutually pining over each other - Mixed signals with Fili (Platonic Kili x reader) * - Fili with an autistic s/o - Fili crushing on his s/o - Fili with a s/o who enjoys singing - Your wedding day with Fili (his pov)

- Into You* Summary: You and Fili have been courting for a year now and you decided to join the quest to Erebor. Fili was hesitant at first, but eventually let you join him. The fic shows the events that happened during the journey.

- Needy* Summary: Upon reclaiming the mountain, the inhabitant begin gossiping and spreading rumors about you, causing you to feel unsafe. One evening, you accidentally reveal those doubts and thoughts to Fili, but force him not to do anything about it, as you should be the one to handle it. As middle ground, Fili intends to show you how much he exactly loves you.

- Fake Smile* Summary: When the role of your marriage with Fili begins to take too much of a toll on you, you run away from one of the royal parties, breaking down in your shared chambers. The millions of thoughts flow through your head, up until Fili enters the room.

- Everyone In The Room Summary: Fili never got jealous. Until you spend a little too much time with someone he doesn’t know. And it leads him to confess some hidden feelings. Ones that you were too blind to see.

-Everything Has Changed * Summary: All day, Fili has been waiting for you. Longing for you. And when you finally return to your chambers after a day out with Kili, all Fili truly wants to do is hold you and share memories with you.

Thorin Oakenshield: - Thorin with a s/o who has insomnia - Thorin leaving for Erebor * - Artificial Intelligence AU with Thorin - Thorin taking care of his sick s/o - Thorin coming home to his wife * - Thorin with a s/o who's a witch + - Soulmate AU (Seeing grey until meeting soulmate) *

- My Hair* Summary: When arriving at the town hall in Laketown, Thorin seeks you out, asking you to fix the braids the journey messed up. Yet, as you obey his order with love, things slowly begin to escalate.

- Time With You Summary: Thorin tends to forget the people around him once it comes to royal duties, and at first you were fine with it. But as the days grow longer, you express your concern to Dis. Unable to help herself, she discusses it with her sons, who are keen on the idea of letting you and Thorin spend some quality time together again.

- All Of My Love Summary: When the company finally reclaims Erebor, you set out on the travel to the kingdom to meet with your husband again. However, upon a arrival, you notice that a lot more is on his mind than he tends to let on. You try to comfort him the best you can.

Bagginshield: - The Mistletoe Mission Summary: When Christmas tends to get a bit more hostile, you and Fili try to lighten the mood with a mistletoe. Only question is, how will you get both Thorin and Bilbo under that thing?

Aragorn: - Learning to wield a sword (including Éowyn x reader) * - Being suddenly transported into Middle-Earth

- Daydreamin'* Summary: You have known Aragorn for a while now, and as his journey around Middle-Earth begins, you have been the only thing he could think of. He starts recounting the moments with you as his heart finally make its decision for him. This is just pure fluff.

- True Love* Summary: You spend Christmas Day with your dearest boyfriend, purely admiring him. Three hobbits ruin a cake, but it’s really a subplot. It leads to adorable moments.

- Gondorian Tales Summary: Having to aid your husband in his ruling of Gondor can be quite exhausting, and all you really wanted to do as soon as you entered your chamber was to fall asleep. But when you hear Aragorn arrive not much later with a gift from a citizen, you propose for him to read you a chapter. Something that would eventually lead up to a new habit.

-Paper Rings Summary: The night before the wedding is meant to be spend apart from each other. But the rooms are cold alone, and you find yourself longing for Aragorn more. And when you do encounter him, you find he has insecurities of his own to deal with.

- Francesca Summary: When you joined the fellowship, it was in order to protect the ring bearer. You had never been in a true fight, nor had you ever slain anyone before. Your first battle had been a gruesome one, and you struggle to compose yourself afterwards. Aragorn comes to your room to comfort you.

Éowyn: - Learning to wield a sword (including Aragorn x reader) * - Éowyn with a s/o who's a healer - Braiding headcanons with Éowyn * - Cooking (and failing) with Éowyn - Being with Éowyn as Legolas' sibling

Frodo Baggins: - Be alright Summary: Frodo seems to be unable of getting any sleep after the quest to destroy the Ring. So you spent the evening talking to him, unknowingly lulling him into sleep eventually. This is just pure fluff.

Peregrin Took: - Kiss Her You Fool* Summary: When the War of the Ring is finally over, Pippin decides that he should finally tell you how he had felt about you. For nearly as long as he'd known. He wanted you by his side for the rest of his life and he knew it. All he had to do was let you know.

- Hopelessly Devoted To You* Summary: When Merry manages to stumble into you on a Friday night, his cousin becomes entranced by you. And from the moment he first saw you, he knew he had to see you ago. And so Pippin does everything in his mind to lay his eyes on you once more.

Meriadoc Brandybuck: - Dance To This* Summary: You and Merry decide to stay home while the Green Dragon Inn is having another party. Because of your future baby, you cannot accept the alcohol, and Pippin would notice. And Pippin had yet to know of your pregnancy. So you and Merry dance to the music of the tavern from your own garden, spending a nice afternoon together.

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Blurb request for Haz being (playful or real) jealous over your celebrity crush on another actor? (Mine's Dean O'gorman or Aidan Turner but that might be a bit too old to be believable 😅)

ngl i didn’t know who they were, but I googled and let me tell ya, I loooved Aidan in the Hobbit. idk what it was about Kili but umph love him. but for the sake of simplicity, i’m just gonna keep it at a nonspecific celeb crush lol :)

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“Ooh, I didn’t know he plays in this!,” you said nonchalantly as you watched a movie with Harrison. It was your usual weekend movie night, where you would just spend hours sitting on the couch, watching something and stuffing your face with delicious and really unhealthy food- in short, living the dream life. 

Harrison had picked a movie you hadn’t heard of before, but when you saw the name of one of your favourite actors pop up in the titles, your interest peaked. 

“Yeah, he plays... I don’t remember, why?” Harrison raised an eyebrow at your sudden interest. And then again when he saw how you started to blush. 

“It’s nothing.” you filled your mouth with popcorn and didn’t dare to look at Harrison as the movie properly started. 

“Don’t tell me you have a crush on him?” He rolled his eyes. 

“Maybe, I don’t know.” You were momentarily distracted as one of the first scenes started with that same actor walking into shot- shirtless. “Okay, yeah, definitely.” 

“Maybe it wasn’t a great idea to watch this movie,” he was ready to turn it off, but you grabbed the remote, eyes still glued on the screen. 

“Nooo! C’mon, we have a rule right. At least 15 minutes before we make a final decision.” 

“I’m sure it has been,” he wrestles you for the remote, but you wouldn’t give in, hiding behind a pillow from him, but still watching the movie. He looked so good. 

“It really hasn’t. Don’t tell me you’re jealous.” You laughed, finally looking over at your boyfriend. He didn’t react. “Oh my god, you are!" 

“I’m not! Now just give me that remote!” He basically jumped on top of you as another attempt to get the remote from you. You extended your arm as far as you could, anything to keep the movie playing. 

Then a woman walked on screen, catching Harrison’s attention. Her hair looked different than on red carpets and magazine pictures, but you recognised her, and so did Haz. Now you knew why he wanted to see this movie so bad. Hypocrite.