#tagging both since I don't know which one will be notified about this;;

[nicoline1998enilocin]

"Marry Me" || Chapter 1

PAIRING || Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Nurse!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 4.1K

SUMMARY || Tony comes home from another gruesome mission and doesn't stay unharmed this time. As you take care of his wounds, he can't keep his thoughts to himself any longer, and he asks you to marry him in a way you never would have seen coming.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Canon divergence. Everybody lives AU. Age gap.

WARNINGS || Injured!Tony Stark. Administration of painkillers through a shot.

SMUT || Teasing. Daddy kink. Praise. Dirty talk. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!). Cream pie.

A/N || This story is dedicated to my best friend I could have ever wished for, @ccbsrmsf1. Carol, I cannot even begin to describe the gratefulness I feel for you and your friendship, because it’s not something that can be put into words. Thank you for being here for me through it all, eu te amo 🤍

EVENTS @fandombingo || Sleepy morning sex @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || 'You make me feel like I am home again' @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || "I'm getting old." @fandom-free-bingo Maritime May || Reassuring touches

@fandom-free-bingo Maritime May || Don't make me laugh @fandom-free-bingo Wild || "I've got you." @seasonaldelightsbingo Language of flowers || The little spoon for the first time @sweetspicybingo Hurt/Comfort || "Are you okay?"

GIF: @ccbsrmsf1 || Graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist || Series Masterlist

It's been a week since you last saw your boyfriend - none other than Tony Stark himself - because he's been on a long and tiring mission to destroy the last few HYDRA bases that were left in Brazil. There has been little to no contact between you two, aside from the quick messages through JARVIS, the AI he built, to let you know he's still alive.

However, the message you received not even half an hour ago has you a little more worried than usual. During your many years as a nurse for SHIELD and Tony's private nurse, there's practically nothing you haven't lived through, but to know your boyfriend is hurt still sends shivers down your spine.

Tony has built a private exam room in his penthouse for moments like these, and you have treated many different wounds and injuries there. From ones obtained during missions to mishaps down in his lab, rarely a day goes by where something doesn't go wrong, but you love him for it. His clumsy nature is one of the things that attracted you to him in the first place.

Now, you're setting up the exam room after JARVIS's orders about Tony coming home soon and a brief description of his injuries, which you're thankful for. This means you're not going in blind as he arrives in your shared home.

When you put down the last instruments and bandages in the room, you hear the elevator door open, notifying you that Tony is back. As you walk out to greet him, your heart sinks into your stomach because the sight in front of you is one you will never get used to, no matter how many times you see it.

Tony is limping and heavily favoring his left leg over the right; he's clutching his arm to his ribs, and he's covered in countless little cuts and bruises, blood seemingly being everywhere. His clothes are torn, and his facial expression is a mix of both tiredness and sadness, but when he sees you, he instantly gets a shimmer in his eyes.

"Hi, Gorgeous," Tony whispers before wincing, his eyes shut tightly as a wave of undeniable pain shoots through his entire body.

"Hi, Beautiful," you say with a soft smile, right before herding him into the exam room so you can give him some painkillers. Tony carefully takes his place on the large exam table and sinks into it with a sigh, relief washing over him now that he's home and being taken care of.

As you walk around the room to prepare the last things for the examination, Tony can't stop looking at you. He admires seeing you in your element like this, and even though he's in a great deal of pain right now, he seems to forget it for just a moment now that he's in your presence again. He may not like anything related to the medical field, but he has learned to accept it since knowing you.

"How did the mission go?" you ask Tony in a calm, steady voice, your gaze focused on the cuts on his face while you clean them. Tony's lips curl into a small smile when you're this close to him. His deep, dark brown eyes follow every movement of your face, and he loves how the tip of your tongue pokes out when you're concentrating on something.

"There were some unforeseen difficulties, but overall, it went well. Got hit a few times, though, as you can tell," he says, and you chuckle at his words. That same chuckle has Tony's heart skipping a beat each time he hears the melodic sound falling from your lips.

"I'm glad you're safe now, though. I'm glad to have my man home again," you tell him, leaning in for a soft peck on his lips. As you pull away, Tony lets his head fall back against the table, a large smile on his lips and his mind going crazy. He's deeply in love with you, and having you call him 'your man' does things he can't explain.

Once his face is patched up, it's time to move on to his torso. But before you can do that, you'll have to remove his shirt, which causes a lot of groans and winces, but he knows it has to be done.

"It's okay, Beautiful. I've got you." Tony pushes for just one more moment until his shirt is off, and you gasp when it is as you look at the damage. A dark purple bruise covers most of his ribs and part of his chest and abdomen, and there are even more cuts and minor bruises littered over the rest of his torso.

"Oh my god," you say as you inspect it, and Tony looks at you apologetically, as if he wants to say sorry for being hurt like this.

"What happened?" you ask him, your brows furrowed in concern. He exhales shakily before telling you he got his ass kicked in some hand-to-hand combat when his suit didn't work. A lump forms in your throat as you try to treat him to the best of your abilities, but it's not easy when he has multiple broken ribs - they're the reason he was clutching his arm tightly against his chest and rib cage.

"Oh, you poor thing," you whisper as you look up at him, your hand cupping his cheek again.

"I think it's better if you take it easy for a while, Beautiful. I will give you a shot to help with the healing later, but this isn't going to go away with just that," you explain, and he nods. Deep inside, he's relieved to have to slow down a bit, as his life is fast-paced enough already. He's been wanting to spend more time with you at home, and this is the perfect way to do just that.

"I love you, Tony, but this is taking a big toll on you. I don't mind taking care of you and patching you up, but I also think that you should start thinking about retiring," you tell him, and even though it hurts to have to say to him, it's the right thing to do.

"I know, Gorgeous, and you're right. The fact that I'm getting old doesn't help my case either," he says with a sad smile as you take a seat on the edge of the exam table, grabbing his hand as you do.

"I'm not saying you should retire right away, but once you do, we might finally be able to start the family we've been dreaming of," you tell your boyfriend. He looks at you with such love and admiration as you say it; it's indescribable. The feeling swirling through your chests can't be put into words, but you both know you feel the same.

"Let's start now, Gorgeous. I don't care about being Iron Man or the Avengers; I want to start a family with you. I want to grow old with you. You are all I care about," he whispers, and you're fighting back tears at his admission. A soft 'okay' leaves your lips, and Tony squeezes your hand.

"But first, I have to finish patching you up, Beautiful. Otherwise, we're not going to be able to do anything without me having to do all the work," you joke, and Tony can't help but laugh, though as soon as he starts, he also stops as he winces in pain.

"Oh god, don't make me laugh, Gorgeous," Tony says with an amused smile. The two of you sit silently for a little while, and out of nowhere, you reach up to touch the tattoo on his chest, your name proudly shown on his skin forever.

Your fingers glide over it, and you look at it until Tony grabs your wrist carefully with his free hand, bringing your fingers to his lips and kissing them softly. More specifically, he kisses the place where he has been planning to put a ring for a few years now.

"I love you, Gorgeous. I'm the luckiest man on earth with you by my side," he whispers before bringing your digits to his mouth again and placing a lingering kiss, pouring every ounce of emotion into the one gesture.

"How're you feeling, Beautiful? Are you okay?" you ask Tony as you stand in the large shower in your shared home, the water cascading down on both of you as he holds you close to his body. Soft kisses and gentle touches are shared between you both as your back is against his chest, and your breathing patterns slowly sync up.

"Yeah, I'm doing much better with you in here with me," he tells you before kissing your temple softly. You smile at his words. Seeing his injuries, you offer to help him shower, and if there's one thing he never says no to, it's bringing you in there with him.

"I'm glad I can help you to feel better," you whisper as you turn around and wrap your arms around his waist. Your head is placed gently against his shoulder as your eyes slip shut, and you finally dare to sigh in relief. There's always a certain level of worry in your body as Tony is gone for missions, and you never dare to settle down until you know he's okay and safe with you.

"I can't stop thinking about starting a family with you," Tony tells you as he lets his hands wander over your hips and sides until they're splayed out over your belly, his thumbs rubbing the soft flesh as you smile into his touches.

"Having a few little ones running around with another one on the way, God, you'll be so beautiful when you're pregnant, Gorgeous," Tony says before pulling away, turning you around, and sinking to the ground, his face at the same level as your belly.

"I can already imagine the little feet kicking inside you as they're growing and how beautiful you will be as you have a pregnancy glow," Tony tells you as he rubs your belly softly with his cheek. Your hands carefully lace into his hair and rub softly, calming him down immensely.

"What would you like it to be? A boy or a girl?" you ask your boyfriend, who smiles at your question.

"Both." His answer is short and to the point, but he's already thought about it plenty of times. He's always dreamt of having at least one girl and one boy, but he will happily accept what the universe is willing to give you both.

"What about you, Gorgeous?" he says as he carefully looks up at you, his facial hair tickling your belly.

"Both," you say with a dopey smile, and Tony smiles before peppering your belly in kisses, making you laugh as his beard and mustache keep tickling you in your ticklish areas. Eventually, Tony gets up, pulling you against his chest, your head leaning against his shoulder once more while his hands rub over your back in a soothing pattern.

Before stepping into the shower, Tony has put on some background music, and you're both swaying back and forth to it as your boyfriend gathers the courage to ask you something important. Though he's been planning on making it a special moment, he also knows there won't be another moment more right than the one you're sharing now.

"Marry me."

At first, you're not sure you heard him correctly as you pull your head back. Your gaze meets his brown eyes, a large smile on his lips, and one of his brows quirked in excitement.

"Marry me, Gorgeous," he says again, and there's no denying it this time. Tony proposed to you, and a huge smile worked its way onto your face as tears fell down your cheeks. Out of all the moments he could have possibly chosen, you're not sure why he did it now, but it's perfect.

"Yes, I will marry you, Tony," you say before standing on your tiptoes and pulling him close. Your lips crash together as the excitement takes over your bodies. Tony's fingers dig into your sides as he's impossibly trying to pull you closer, even though there's no more space between you two.

"God, I can't believe you're going to become Mrs. Stark," he says with a breathy chuckle after pulling away for some much-needed air. Tony presses his forehead against yours as he tucks some wet strands of your hair behind your ear, your eyes focused only on each other.

"I can't wait to be Mrs. Stark," you tell him, a flurry of butterflies in your stomach going wild as you say the words aloud. Future Mrs. Stark indeed has a nice ring to it.

"I love you so much, Gorgeous. I'm so lucky to have you say yes to marrying me. I've been dreaming of it for months," Tony emphasizes before capturing your lips again, not wanting to be away from your plump, soft lips for too long.

His hands wander over your bare back down to the globes of your butt, where he lets them rest for a little while, despite the slightly awkward angle of his body due to your height difference. He's always been obsessed with your butt, constantly touching it when you're together or slapping it during sex.

"I love you too, Tony," you whisper in his ear before turning off the shower and getting ready to sleep. It's not that late in the evening yet, but Tony needs his sleep to heal, and you're getting tired, too.

It doesn't take long for you both to be curled up under the covers, enjoying each other's warmth and closeness. However, Tony asked you to be the big spoon so he could be the little spoon for the first time.

"How's this?" you ask Tony as you place soft kisses between his shoulder blades. You can't reach any higher due to your significant height difference.

"Good," Tony murmurs, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as your fingers slowly lull him to sleep. They're tracing abstract patterns over his chest and around his arc reactor, and you can feel his breathing slowing down until it evens out.

"I love you, Beautiful," you whisper once Tony is asleep, and it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep. 

During the night, both you and your now fiancé slept like logs, and the shot you gave Tony yesterday has done an amazing job of healing him. Now, he's busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast for you while you're still curled under the warmth of the comforter of Tony's king-size bed.

Soft music plays in the kitchen while Tony scrambles a few eggs, and the smell of food brings a smile to Tony's face at the thought of surprising you with it later. While he prepares every last one of your favorite dishes, he's also preparing the tray to present to you later.

After working in the kitchen for another 30 minutes, the tray is adorned with a small bouquet of fresh flowers in a vase, the food he prepared, a steaming cup of tea, and a small, black ring box.

Now comes the real challenge for Tony—getting to the bedroom without dropping anything or scaring you. With careful steps, he makes his way over there, and much to his surprise, nothing spills or falls off, making him feel rather proud of himself.

The bedroom door is slightly ajar as he makes his way over, pushing it open further with his foot, before being greeted by you lying on your belly, the comforter halfway down your back, exposing your bare back to him, and he can't help but smile.

"G'morning, Sleepyhead," Tony says as you start waking up from the smell of fresh food. Tony is crouching next to the bed.

"How did you sleep, Gorgeous?" he asks as he wipes some hair out of your face to expose your beautiful smile and sleepy expression. His heart beats faster when he sees his future wife lying in his bed, smiling at him, and he has rarely felt this fortunate.

"Amazing, what about you?" you ask before sitting up and stretching out some of the sleep. That's when you notice the food Tony prepared. It's all there, from fresh waffles and scrambled eggs to fresh fruit and your favorite tea.

"I haven't slept this good in a long time; I think I should be the little spoon more often," Tony tells you as he gets up and reaches for something on the tray. Once his fingers are curled around it, you notice it's a small, velvety box, and your heart immediately starts to pump faster - an engagement ring.

While you look at your fiancé getting into position, you put your hand over your mouth in disbelief, as you didn't expect him to propose first thing in the morning, but here he is, going down on one knee.

"Gorgeous; from the moment I met you, I knew that your presence in my life would be one of immeasurable worth, and you have proven me more than right. From all the times you have patched me up after missions, and from all the nights we stayed up talking when one of us needed it most, they're all cherished deep within my heart," he starts, and you start tearing up as you listen to him propose.

"Before we got together, I didn't care if I lived or died, but when you asked me out on a date, I knew I had someone worth living for - someone who's worth fighting for. I knew I wanted to come home from the moment you moved in with me because you made me feel like I was home again."

You stretch out your hand, and Tony grabs it before squeezing it carefully. Soft sniffles escape as the words sink in with you. Your heart is going into overdrive, and the butterflies in your stomach are going wild, but it's more than worth it.

"Y/N Y/L/N, will you officially give me the honor of becoming the future Mrs. Stark and marrying me?" After flipping open the box, Tony asks, and you nod enthusiastically, a broken 'yes' leaving your lips before wrapping your arms around your fiancé.

He quickly sits down on the edge of the bed as you two let the tears flow freely, the breakfast he prepared long forgotten as you're basking in the glory of the moment. Tony has slipped the ring on your finger, and you can't stop looking at it from every angle.

"It's beautiful, Tony," you tell him while you look at the ring and slowly work on eating the breakfast he prepared. He constantly feeds you the fresh fruit and waffles while stealing a kiss between each bite, while he happily lets you feed some of the eggs and toast he prepared for himself, which goes paired with even more stolen kisses.

"I can't believe you went down on one knee for me first thing in the morning!" you tell him with a soft smack against his chest. He smiles before rubbing his nose against yours lovingly.

"I'm glad I did, though. I've been carrying that thing around for literal years at this point but never found the right moment. It turns out I just needed to have you take care of me for it to be the right moment," he says in a soft voice, and you feel the goosebumps rising on your neck.

"How about you let me take care of you for once?" Tony asks as he peppers a royal amount of kisses over your cheek and jaw, making you moan softly as his teeth graze over the edge of it, your nipples immediately pebbling at the feeling of it.

"Please," you whisper as you look into his eyes, lust visible in them. Before you know it, Tony has put the tray on the floor, and the comforter pulled off your body, revealing your entirely bare body to him. He gets comfortable between your legs after you've spread them, and his mouth descends on your neck and collarbone, sucking soft bruises into the skin.

Your fingers are laced in his hair as he takes his time marking you up, his hips rutting his cock against your soft, dripping pussy as he does. Soft moans tumble from your lips as you tug on his hair, and the feeling of his lips and tongue, together with his facial hair, is driving you insane as he takes his time.

"D-Daddy," you whine as his tip gets caught on your sensitive clit, and he smiles against your skin before lifting his head and meeting your gaze. Your eyes are already half-lidded, and your lip is raw from all the biting, but Tony has never seen a more beautiful sight.

"What is it, Sweet Mama? Are you gettin' a little impatient?" he asks teasingly, and you nod shyly.

"Want you inside me, Daddy," you tell him, and he's never been able to say no when you ask him so nicely. He reaches down to guide himself to your entrance; his gaze focused on your expression as he slides in his long, thick cock.

You spread your legs a little more to accommodate every last inch of him, and you both moan in unison as he bottoms out. You instantly clench down on his cock, and he kisses you softly as you get adjust to him being inside you again.

"You're taking me so well, Gorgeous. Você é uma garota tão boa," he whispers in your ear. Your cheeks heat up as you hear him calling you a good girl in Portuguese. Before you met Tony you spent a few years in Brazil, and you have taught him quite a bit of Portuguese for his mission, but you didn’t teach him that, but goosebumps crawl across your skin as you smile at his words.

After Tony called you that, you clench around him even harder, making Tony bury his face in your neck. In a bold moment, you surprise Tony by landing a loud, hard smack on his ass, and the jerk of his body only drives his cock even deeper into you.

"So tight, Babygirl, 's so fucking tight around my cock, can feel you milkin' me already," he groans, and he sets a slow pace once you're finally allowing him to move. Every inch of his thick, veiny cock feels like heaven as he takes his time, and you let your head sinks into the soft pillows as you look at your fiancé.

"I love you so much," he says as he lets his hand glide over your arm until he reaches the hand with the engagement ring on it. He brings the ring to his lips, placing a soft kiss on it. His eyes are locked onto yours as he does, and you feel the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

"I love you too, Tony," you say before pulling him down for a deep, passionate kiss. His fingers interlace with yours as he keeps building your high. The atmosphere in your bedroom is still cozy from the night, and with Tony's comfortable, slow pace, you can feel yourself almost slipping into a drowsy state.

"I want you to cum for me, Gorgeous, I'm so close to filling you up," Tony whispers as he noses along your jaw, and your back arches into him at the words, your senses on high alert as you're getting ready to fall over the edge. Out of nowhere, he also grabs your other hand, pinning them both above your head as he picks up the pace, chasing both your highs.

"God, keep milkin' me, Babygirl, milk Daddy's cock like a good fuckin' girl," he growls, and before you know it, you're both falling over the edge simultaneously. He keeps working you both through your orgasms, and when you're both finished, he pulls out before pulling you against his chest as he falls to the side.

You're both panting as you let your head rest on his chest, your fingers gliding over your name on his chest again.

"I would love to add even more names to your tattoo. I think it's also the perfect spot to add our children's names," you say dreamily as you think about having a few little ones running around in the future.

"I thought so too, Gorgeous," Tony says, and it's the last thing you know before letting your eyes slip shut, and sleep quickly takes over. The rest of the day, neither of you leaves the bed as you make love for hours, never getting enough of one another.

Today marks the first day of the rest of your lives together, and you can't wait to see what the future has in store for you both.

[luvvvivii]

hi lovey!!

could you write a imagine of reader who is scared of cats so when Minho takes her to a cat cafe for a date she wants to back out but he basically makes her see they aren't so scary after all

if you write it could you tag me pls so I could see it?

hope you're doing good :)

a cat's surprise — l.mh

pairing - minho x gn!reader

genre - fluff, imagine

wc - 917

warnings - not proofread (get used to this), dear used as pet name, reader is scared of cats, probably inaccurate ways of befriending a cat but it's okay

a/n - hii, thank u for requesting! it shld notify u when I answer it but I'll tag just in case, hope u enjoy!! @jinnie-ret

synopsis - going to a cat cafe as a date with your boyfriend was not something you thought you'd ever do

"c'mon dear, they're not that bad." your boyfriend almost pleaded with you, his face pouting slightly.

"no minho. I will not be going to that cat cafe. end of. you know how much cats scare me!" you sighed — as much as you'd like to go with him, you could already imagine those small, ferocious beasts lingering around.

"I promise you yn, they won't hurt you. just come along, I'll pay for everything you buy? plus, if any of the cats hurt you in any way, I'll give you twenty bucks each time."

and so, that was how you arrived at your current predicament. slowly putting your shoes on to go on a date with lee minho to the cat cafe. you wondered how on earth you'd be able to survive, especially with so many cats all over the cafe. at least I get some cash, you had thought to yourself.

the walk to the cafe was an agitating one, you had no clue how you'd stay sane. whenever you saw a cat — no matter how close or far away — you would always go crazy. minho sensed your panic, and so he held your hand with a squeeze, shooting you a small smile of reassurance. it warmed your heart, so you took a mental note to do something nice for him later as well.

sooner or later, you both arrived at the cat cafe. even from the outside, you could see the cats frolicking around and mingling with the guests. you shivered. "are you sure nothing's going to happen to me?"

"one hundred percent, yn. now should we go in?" minho stretched out his hand for you to take, in which you gladly accepted with a giggle. being alongside your lover gave you a huge sense of comfort, so you brushed off the nerves and took in a deep breath.

the bells jingled above you as the door opened, acknowledging your presence to the staff. suddenly, all cat eyes were on you, and you felt your breath hitch. it's alright yn, they won't do anything. minho's here as well! you tried to calm yourself down, but it was not working like how you'd like. minho — as always — understood your fear, and so waited patiently before you continued to walk in. once you collected yourself together, you quickly walked over to a table and sat down, eyeing around to make sure no cats were hiding. minho chuckled at your antics and soon opened the menu to begin ordering.

your food had arrived, and so far, no cat had come in any proximity to you. of course, being the cat magnet, minho did have a few encounters. but none ever ventured over to where you were sitting. and rightfully so. eventually, you started to like the place a bit more. the decorations were very much up to your standards, and their sweet treats were absolute perfection in your eyes!

just as you were about to leave, a small, tabby cat slowly approached your feet. what would you do? you couldn't scream, of course not. not only would that be embarrassing, you'd cause a ruckus in the cafe, and nobody would want that. so you did the next best thing. you froze right in place. it was so abrupt, even minho — who had gotten used to your behavior around cats — was caught by surprise.

"hm, quick question dear. since you've done so well being around cats, why don't I teach you how to become friendly with them?" the idea baffled you. he could see what position you were in, yet still continued as normal? although you had to admit, you have come so far out of your comfort zone already, why not take the final big step? slowly, you nodded. minho smiled wider than ever, and soon crouched down to start your lesson.

"first things first, get into the position I'm in. nothing too serious literally just crouch down. then, slowly bring out your hand to their face. don't point it down towards them, that's seen as a threat." you hesitantly obeyed him and eventually carried out everything he told you to. soon enough, the cat slowly but surely walked over and sniffed your hand. then, rubbed his cheeks against your hand. you felt as if you were about to collapse, but stayed strong to show you could do this.

"perfect! he loves you already. now, I'm pretty sure you can pet him. go ahead and try for me." you did exactly so. and just as minho had said, the cat did nothing but succumb to your touch. you almost cried at how soft he was being toward you. you saw out of the corner of your eye the way minho looked at you with pride. he had always known about your undying fear of the small animals, and seeing you slowly come over that fear — especially one about something he was so fond of himself — lifted a slight worry off his shoulders. "at least they can meet soonie, doongie, and dori without trouble." he chuckled to himself. unfortunately, it was soon time for you to leave. with a bit of hesitancy, you followed minho out of the cafe and walked back home.

that night, you slept with surprising ease. it lifted your spirits to know that you were no longer absolutely terrified of cats. of course, it would take a while to completely get over the fear. but as of now, you were making perfect progress, especially in minho's eyes.

©@luvvvivii all rights reserved | do not repost or translate

[annab-nana]

“Nobody’s seen you in days.” and “Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.” with Jonathan

you got it bestie :)

warnings: not proofread, mentions of weed

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when you knocked on the door, you weren't really expecting an answer especially since you didn't see joyce's car when you pulled up. after you gave the door another few raps, you turned to go back to your car, but as soon as your shoes hit the grass, you went back up to the door.

jonathan was your best friend in the whole world and his heart was shattered by nancy wheeler. the breakup was fairly mutual. the two were on different paths headed in two entirely opposing directions. nancy was going to emerson and jonathan was on his way to lenora community college. their interests weren't aligned anymore and the only thing holding them together was shared trauma. so they spilt and nancy was doing a whole lot better than jonathan was.

and privacy be damned, you were going to help him through this just like he has done for you so many times before. pulling out the hidden key they kept on the front porch, you let yourself in and locked the door back behind you.

"jonathan," you called when you walked up to his door, giving it a light knock. "i know you're in there and i'm sorry to just barge in, but nobody's seen you in days and i'm worried about you, okay? so even if you don't want to let me in which i totally understand, just know that if you need anything, you know where to find me."

you stood there for a couple of seconds, hoping for some kind of response, but getting nothing. so you turned around, took a few steps away, and-

"come in," jonathan's voice carried into the hallway and your feet followed the sound. slowly, you turned the knob and peered in to see jonathan laying on his side, his back facing you. the faint scent of weed lingered in his room and you could tell that he tried to mask it with the cologne joyce had gotten for him.

"hey," you greeted softly and slightly awkwardly. you hadn't talked to him in over a week and it felt like you had lost all knowledge of him. "what's up?"

his body shook with a dry chuckle and you felt slightly proud of his reaction. you rounded his bed to sit on top of his desk and face him better.

"oh, you know." he breathed deeply. "nothing much other than wallowing in self-pity and getting stoned."

"quality coping skills, jon," you joked with him, watching his lips turn up on one side before he sat up. "have you talked to anyone since..." you didn't need to say it. you both knew what you were hinting at.

"no, you are the first person i've had an actual conversation with."

you hopped off his desk and moved to sit at the end of his bed. "holding everything in doesn't help, you know. a really cool guy told me that quite a few times."

jonathan let out a sigh and busied himself by playing with his fingers. "how much time do you have?"

"as much as you need."

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #38

I started weaving a tree today. Amethyst on copper wire. I didn't get as far along as I would have liked, but I'll stop anyhow; the wire is sharp, and my fingertips are starting to hurt. I'll show you a couple pictures of my progress, on the off-chance that you like to look at sparkly things. Here:

I'm a bit dejected at the moment. Do you remember the group I told you about, who I found out was talking about me and they tried to lie about it? Well, I got tagged as an admin by accident in one of their posts from a while back, and only just got notified of that fact the other day. So I went to the leader to try to alert her of the mistake, since I'm obviously not an admin or even part of the group anymore.

She came at me with some notion that she is facing all of her difficulties alone. And this seems… absolutely bananas to me, because she has a whole group of beautiful, wonderful people who have her back, at her beck and call, ready, waiting, willing, and eager to support and assist her in any way that she might need. Granted, I don't like how she or this group done did me (which is why I'm no longer part of it; I don't wanna be in spaces where I'm going to be lied to, or have people trying to exclude me from my own movement - far be it from me to remain where I am obviously not wanted or needed), but they're still good people. She can count on them. And it hurts to hear her talk about them as though they're not a viable avenue for support.

And despite it all, she has me, too. I have asked her only for one simple thing - "do not lie to me again". She told me she was struggling, and was vague about it. I asked her to let me know if there's any way I can support her. But she said, "I can't after what happened", as though getting caught doing what she did makes her the victim in this scenario. What must it be like to get caught doing something shady to someone, and then think that the lesson from this is, "I can't count on anybody" instead of "I should stop lying to people"? Imagine being the kind of person who breaks someone's window, tries to hide it, and then claims victimhood of the self and villainy of the people who owned the window when they get caught. It boggles my mind.

I am fasting for later (I'll explain later in this letter, after I get back), so I was more impatient with this than I probably should have been. I didn't like hearing her talk about me as though I am not here, and I disliked the implication that she cannot count on the others even more - again, they are good people, and they don't deserve to be spoken about as though they're not viable to turn to for support. But she has free will; I can't make her see that she has people who she can reach out to, and she will not hear me if I try to tell her that she isn't alone. I'm also aware that if she says "I'm alone" and I say nothing, that can (and probably will, given how interactions have gone…) be weaponized against me. So I said, "Whatever you wanna tell yourself. It's your call."

I should not have been shocked when she twisted what I said from "you're not as alone as you think you are, but you won't hear me, so you'll do what you do" into something closer to "you're not actually struggling and your real-life problems are trivial". I've been around a lot of people who like to put words in people's mouths in such a fashion, so as to dodge accountability; I should have seen it coming. But I guess, despite everything, part of me still wanted to believe that she would write and behave with me in ways consistent with straightforwardness and integrity. I can see now that there's nothing I can do to help her feel safe enough to move into that kind of truthful and courageous space; she will continue to use her survival skills in her interactions with me, regardless of what I say or do. I can see now that she has no interest in becoming a person who does not tell lies, both to herself and to other people, because that tactic is still the thing that keeps her safe in the kinds of environments she moves in.

And it's unfortunate. She's otherwise brilliant, charismatic, wonderful, and astoundingly creative. She has a lot of skill in a wide variety of areas. She writes like a champion, her critical thinking skills are off the charts, her imagination is amazing, and her persistence in the face of obstacles is even better. She weaves beautiful, wonderful things together, and some of that is done in service to the goal that is helping you to find healing and peace.

…I feel, essentially, powerless. I can't help her. And I have a funny feeling like she's going to take snippets of the conversation and use it to convince other people that I'm some sort of cold, cruel, callous, invalidating, gaslighting person. I'm worried that she will try to discredit all of the things that I am trying to do for you. Or perhaps these worries are just leftover from when my stepmother used to do similar things to destroy my relationships with other people before they could even begin, as a young child. Hm.

This notion that she might do to me as my stepmother used to pains me, but… there's not a whole lot I can do about it if that is the course of action she takes. I know from past experiences how the pattern goes:

If I do nothing, then it will make me look as though I'm trying to hide something in the eyes of others. If I try to protect myself, all it will do is make me look guilty in the eyes of others. If I try to protest or clarify, it will just make me look suspicious in the eyes of others.

I have no interest in manipulating others (and no social savvy even if I was interested in such things), so I suppose I shouldn't be shocked that once again, after interacting with a person who is very good at both of these things, I'm in a position where I'm gonna get bamboozled no matter how I move.

All the same, I'm not going to say that I shouldn't have tried to help her see that she's not alone; part of being brave is trying to do the right thing even when you know you might get hurt or ostracized for it, and even when no one believes in the goodness of your intentions. It is the only correct thing to do. But still… I won't make pretend like traveling that kind of road isn't a lonely sort of existence from time to time. It's easy, in this position, to feel unwanted and misunderstood.

The only thing I know to do to combat these feelings is to spend time with those who know me well and love me for who I am. Fortunately, I'll be doing that later tonight. I'll go and then come back, and I'll take some shiny awesome pictures for you.

I imagine it has probably been a very long time since last you had any sushi, no? Or maybe you've not tried it at all? Or maybe you tried it and didn't like it? Either way, I cannot share the sushi with you, but I'll be able to share some pictures a little later, in hopes that you might be able to feel a little of the joy that is contained within them; I wish for good things upon you.

Here they are:

I got to be in the same room with a bunch of amazing people who love me and eat a lot of different kinds of tasty snacks with them. I am incredibly, incredibly lucky. I think my favorite part was getting to watch them all smile and laugh as they interacted with each other. It's amazing to see two people I love, who hadn't met previously, hit it off immediately. What an amazing, astounding thing. I am very, very blessed.

Though I know that fictional characters are fictional and not real, I still wish you could have been here with us. I think you would have had a wonderful time. All of the people I spend time with would be able to get to know you and love you exactly as you are. I think you would have fit right in. And I think you would have found yourself having lots of reasons to smile and laugh. And then you'd be able to return to wherever you gotta, with a belly full of happy sushi, and maybe with a bit more resolve to do all the ridiculously difficult things you gotta do.

Please stay safe out there. Don't get reckless or careless and disappear; you're loved and needed, and there's still a lot of wonderful stuff in this universe that you've not experienced yet - you're not done. So please keep sticking around.

I'll write again tomorrow, okay?

Your friend, Lumine

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

20 Questions - Fanfic Writer Edition

I was tagged by both @writer-or-whatever and @jmrothwell so I suppose I better do it 😅 Thanks guys!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 42 (*gasp* am I Miles Morales?)

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 1,265,660 lol

3. What fandoms do you write for? currently just Spider-Man but I used to write for Supernatural and before that Harry Potter. I'm a one obsession at a time kinda girl.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Paradise (spread out with a butter knife) - 72k spideypool soulmates au

Don't Freak Out - 136k parkner rivals to lovers speedrun

A Peach Like You - 73k parkner featuring autistic!peter, loveatfirstsight!harley, and a cringe self insert as the villain of the week lmao

The Distance Between (You and Me) - 29k parkner bodyguard au

You're Freaking Out - 166k sequel to DFO featuring plot (wow!) and Miles (yay!)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

My dudes I try. I know I'm not very consistent and I have a tendency to disappear for months at a time, but I read and cherish each one.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't really do angsty endings lol I think the closest I've gotten is Lay Me Down - 8k destiel major character death--lowest kudosed fic out of all 42 lmao

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is an impossible question. I am like the queen of happy endings? You want me to rank them??? Fine, it's You're Freaking Out. Best 10k epilogue in the land. Oh hey also I just noticed it has 997 kudos. May I humbly request 3 more pretty please?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No. Closest was when someone complained on one of my destiel fics about the grocery store not having plastic bags and needing a quarter in order to obtain a cart. I specifically remember they said, "I hate when writers do this," and went on to complain about us making up obviously fake stuff that pulls them out of the story. Like, first of all you're complaining about storytellers making stuff up ??? okay. And second, it was an Aldi. A real grocery store. That I didn't make up.

I had to take a day to cool off before I responded and then they were like oh yeah, my roommate told me when I complained to them, you responded to this really nicely though! WHICH folks LET ME TELL YOU made me angrier lol Like you found out you were wrong and didn't even come back to edit/delete/apologize for your comment???

Anyway after that I internalized that you don't know what kind of lived experience your commenters have so some comments should be taken with a grain of salt. Which is a double-edged sword bc sometimes I get really nice enthusiastic comments and read it like, okay but what if this person is 12 and read it at 2am in a fit of delirium and this is their first fic ever and it's actually not as good as they think haha

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I doooo. I haven't published any since I wrote for spn but I have a parkner pwp ready to go as soon as I muster up the nerve.

I have no idea how to interpret the question "what kind" lol uhhh the hot kind? pffft

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have but I never published them. Again, these were for spn which is hella fun to play with merging into other canon. I started but never finished spn crossovers with Firefly, The 100, The Hunger Games, Criminal Minds, Agents of Shield, and Teen Wolf. I think that's all of them. I've been thinking about putting all of my abandoned wips on AO3 for archive purposes, but idk still noodling on it. I wish there way a way I could elect to post without notifying my subscribers :/ Or at least send them a message warning them that I'm about to be incredibly annoying

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of 🙃

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!! A few now! The ultimate kudo in my opinion, and one I never expected <3

The wonderful @bluettspetal has translated An Insignificant Problem, Undercover? I thought you said under covers..., and Completely and utterly devoid of sex appeal into Russian with plans to translate more.

And Faaayeee42 on AO3 translated Paradise (spread out with a butter knife) to Mandarin Chinese.

I'm forever blown away by this.

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

Nope! Done some brainstorming a few times but nothing that has evolved into actually writing out a shared thing. Not sure I'd be any good at it tbh. I'd probably be a very frustrating writing partner.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Peter Parker/Harley Keener. They're good boys.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

My Infinity War time travel fix it (make it worse) fic 😔 It's got so much potential but it is perpetually at the bottom of the to-do list.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and developing relationships

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

mother fucking action sequences and like, coming up with The Plan (the evil kind and the ones to take down the evil kind)

This silly little graphic I made for You're Freaking Out where Harley mocks The Plan made by the spider dumplin gang was initially one half of my brain negging the other half about being shit at making Plans and I decided that it might as well manifest as the characters lmao

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Eh. It's fanfiction, you know? Do what you want. Experiment. Try your best to do it justice. Accept that some people are going to let their eyes blur and skim over it while others will pick it apart but most will exist somewhere in the middle. Just write what you want to write, how you want to write it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

*sigh* Harry Potter. Looking forward to my own post getting gobbled up by my block list lmao

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Goodness gracious how do I even decide? I think Peaches Ain't Pretty is my favorite. It's the fic that showed me beyond a shadow of a doubt that I can step outside of fanfiction and write whatever I want and be just as satisfied, if not more.

[rensake-blog]

GET TO KNOW YOUR ADMIN !!

name — Kami or Kami-sama pronouns— He/She/They I'm genderfluid so they really just, stay rotatin'. They/them is safe though! preferred comms — Tumblr hates to notify me of literally *anything* so if you tag me, or IM me, or anything- While I check frequently- I may miss it. So my discord is open to mutuals and please I beg of you do not be afraid to DM me. XD name of muse — Ryuu King Evans experience in RP — Oh gosh. Uh. Nearly 14+ years of roleplay experience. I've been through just about every medium you can think of. Forum, Text messages, Chatzy, Email, Skype, Google Documents, Kik, Discord, and of course Tumblr. best experiences— I think it's currently a tie between Tumblr and Discord. Which is a reasonable tie, in my opinion. XD pet peeves/dealbreakers — Oh. Hmm, maybe non communication? Drama. And people who refuse to read a muse out properly. muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — Well, my muse would prefer fluff. But I genuinely like anything that can evoke great emotions in another person. That deep gut wrenching angst, the feet kicking fluff, and the cheek heating smut, all are S-tier to me. I just want to write in a way that makes you feel enveloped in the story, so if you're invested, I'm doing my job right. plot or memes — Both! I don't reblog a meme if I don't think it can be turned into something of a plot. Of course, it's up to you to decide if it should be a thread. XD long or short replies — I love long replies, they make me eager to respond since I can see just how invested my rp partner is. But short replies are good, if the rp was short to begin with. ^.^ I'm not fond of one liners long term though, since I don't use icons they can drop off too easily. best time to write — Anytime, honestly. As long as I'm not asleep, or busy, I'd generally prefer to be writing or drawing. ^.^ are you like your muse?: I wish. King seems to have a lot more things together than me. But no, I think we aren't all that alike aside from our friendliness and our general love of cats.

Tagged by: @cmdrace Tagging: @queenharumiura, @kaizokugaris, @whiskeysmulti, @chillin-at-partys-bar, @needlenxggin, @ryusxnka, @ladysasagawa, @juhotookaku, @negativeinterview, and @getouh.

(If you've already done it, don't worry about it! Same for if you don't wanna do it. <3 But if you haven't, and you want to- even if I didn't tag you- Go for it!))

[sigelfire]

15 questions / 15 mutuals.

Tagged by @galacticstar , LOL

1. Are you named after anyone?

-No, mum and dad made a list of the names they liked and then picked my 2 names from the ones they both liked and sounded well with my dad's last name which is italian.

2. When was the last time you cried?

-I can't remember well, but probably with a movie or series, LOL

But if I have to refer to real life, it was out of stress cause, after experiencing many power cuts in an inhuman high temperature weather, finally temperature decreased but I came last week to my house to find out we were out of hot water, and the neighbor told me it had nothing to do with our system, which we share, so I thought it was my own house water pipes that got clogged or worse, our hot water tank that got ruined and couldn't know how or when would we get those problems solved and how would I bathe or whatever without hot water.... well, I got mad... to afterwards find out our neighbor had been fixing some pipes and the idiot of the plumber had cut the water and had not notified my neighbor (but she could have just figure it out by the time, right)

3. Do you have kids?

-No, I'm not a fan of kids but at some point I'd have liked to. I just didn't find the right partner and now I'm a bit too old.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

-I do

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

-I don't practise sports. I need to walk... I used to go to the gym and do aerobics and step, which I adore, but can't find a good local gym or with good step classes :(

At school we played handball and afterwards, volleyball, which I didn't excel at... at all!!!

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

-the vibes they send to me, their faces...

7. What’s your eye colour?

-Brown

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

-I love a good scary movie, but afterwards I feel terrible, so I'll stick to those with happy endings

9. Any special talents?

-I can sing decently and they say I am a good dancer... and I'm quite good at cooking

10. Where were you born?

-Buenos Aires city, Argentina

11. What are your hobbies?

-music, playing games, looking for hq photos and videos of the guys I like...

12. Do you have any pets?

-I used to have cats but since the last one died I just have plushies

13. How tall are you?

-5'3

14. Favorite subject in school?

-Geography, History and Art

15. Dream job?

-Archaeologist (that's what I've studied and graduated for). Or whatever involves music or entertainment...

Tagging (NO PRESSURE): @starlady66, @coffee-and-uhg, @silverloke, @lunapascal, @youhavereachedtheendofpie, @kissmywookiee, @ithinkwehitametaphor, @moustache-conversationalist, @grimm-lynn, @thiccsteacccuts, @aaronsaxon, @vvangelis, @hoffmanspuppet, @frostbitepandaaaaa, @spice-honey

[captainaikus]

hi belle !!! i felt like i had to come in and clear things up since the lil discourse started in my ask box lol and now i feel bad :,( in no way do i feel like there was any sort of even the slightest inspiration taken from the asks on my acc ! we've even talked abt it a bit here on ur blog lol (and i still need to reply 2 u, too 😭) so i'd also be thankful if the discourse stopped altogether cuz i strongly believe coincidents happen and i do not even feel like the idea was mine in any way so !

i hope what i said makes sense :// even i myself dont see any issue with this situation and i am absolutely frothing at the mouth to read interrupted lol SO with that being said, i hope the whole discussion dies down <3 im so sorry it ruined ur mood, sending u the biggest hugs rn ! :(

Thanks for dropping in and clearing the air, Zari

And yes, it does make sense. There are so many times when i see people literally paraphrasing my work and making plot lines with a similar synopsis as mine; like the other day i was going to call this author out in the bllk fandom and i spoke to my friend about it with screenshots and everything. And after thinking about it realized that erotica and romance are not unique genres and that includes dark content as well so themes can overlap and at the end of the day- it is not literally published work.

I'm not a fan of discourse myself tbh. and i don't understand why most people don't take it with a sense of rationality?

I've been on tumblr for over 4 years now, yes I started here when i was 16 and began posting last year. When i was at 250 followers, i released a fic and the idea was stolen by an author who had over 10,000 follows+ than me (who i had interacted with) and it went at a very fast pace of gaining over 170 likes in two hours or maybe less. I know what it feels like to have your work taken away from you and used by someone else for the purpose of their content. Why would i wish that on anyone else? Most of my followers follow blogs apart from mine that have blue lock content. so if i did copy someone's idea, they would notify me about it; and even if i knew that you had an idea like this in your blog i would have never used it as we're both writers for the same fandom. It would literally give me nothing but backlash from readers and ruin a reputation i've spent time building here -causing me emotional instability which is the last thing i want for myself (since i have already got a lot going irl) given the fact that hate spreads more faster than being liked; speaking from experience since i have seen enough number of discourses take place here and also on how bad it can get.

And even late last year, i had a whole wip list out for different fandoms including haikyuu and other animes that i watched, explaining what the fic was about and everything. But even that got taken away from me (one of the anons dropped a word for word title in the inbox of a famous author/ writer here + it turned up in the 'x reader' tags) so i rarely discuss what fic i'm going to write next and just decide to keep it a secret and release it when its done.

Thanks again for dropping in Zari (hope you enjoy reading 0^^0 *sending hugs back*); and since the discourse has been settled by both of us, on further notice any ask regarding 'interrupted' will be deleted.

[zeawesomebirdie]

I hope I can still send you asks and you can answer them? Just to say that I'm trying to do the Snarry rec list but my memory is SO BAD lol there are a few I know have to go on there but otherwise? I'm going to have to reread so much fic..... Not that it's an imposition of course, but it does feel weird taking a look through my collection and realising 1) there are less fics than I thought and 2) I can't associate any summary to so many of the titles! Where has my Snarry knowledge gone!! Anyway I realise I forgot to rec you Diagnosis by MaidenMotherCrone for Tomarry fics, which is an error because I'm not sure I'd want to reread it but it's really a Whole Thing in an overall positive way. Also I never gave you the name of the absolute epic I felt weird reccing on main because there's some niche kinks in it? Obviously you don't seem like you open a 500k fic and come out of it a week later without having done anything else but read it, given what you've said about taking breaks in Pacify (which tbh fair. A lot of stuff happens there) so giving you a 800k fic series on top of all the rest seemed a lot you know :') but whenever you want, you know where to find me hehe. Anyway I'll go like brush my teeth and all, hope this sends, bye bye!!

Looks like I can still receive asks! Whether or not you’ll be notified when I answer this (and I guess, also whether or not tumblr will even allow me to post it,,,) still remains to be seen, but based on last night’s experiment with @’ing you, you won’t be notified. I’ll try to keep my reblogging to a minimum until you’ve seen this!!

For what it’s worth, I did send in another support ticket this morning, but I’ll update my pinned post with that info after I’ve answered this

There is no rush at all for the snarry rec list!! Take your time beloved!! I agree that rereading all that fic isn’t all that bad of a thing, but omg, it must be so daunting to have that list to go through, even if it’s shorter than you thought it was! I mean, I’m sitting here with 12 pages in my marked for later tab on Ao3, while entirely forgetting to read both the fic I currently have open and the books I have from the library lol, so I can def relate to having a list to read through. Just please don’t feel rushed or even obligated, you have the best recs but really it’s okay if I wait for it!

(but tbh, at this point I’ve read enough snarry that I feel like I could make an actual rec list myself, even if like 90% of my bookmarks have come from the @houseofsnarry discord. I might have to do that. No one has asked for my recs since I totally flubbed that one ask requesting my quiobi recs and I revealed that at the time I wasn’t really reading, but now I read so much more, even if it’s primarily snarry and irl books. Idk. I’ll have to think about it and also wait until I get un-shadowbanned, and also also I’ll have to read a little bit more so I can round out any list like that,,,)

Omg so Diagnosis looks like an absolutely incredible fic 👀 that summary, those tags!! No worries about not remembering anything other than the positive vibes, I’ve loved literally everything you’ve rec’d thus far and I’m sure I’ll love this too!

Feel free to drop the name of that longfic btw 👀👀👀👀 I don’t often go for fics over 150k unless they come highly recommended, but most of the time I do finish them really quickly. I got through Unrestrained by Lizzy00305 in three days, All the Young Dudes by MsKingBean89 in about a week and a half, and, while they’re obv not fic, I did read the first five HP books in 8 days, and then HBP and DH in about a week and a half. It depends on what’s going on irl and how into the fic I am tbch.

Rn it’s taking me forever to get through Transparency by oldesthuntress even though it’s literally my favourite fic of all time only because I have so much going on irl. My fatigue will catch up to me soon enough, and all I’ll be capable of doing (affectionate) soon will be reading and animal crossing, and even if I can’t read it for a little bit, I do have surgery right before Christmas which will mean only reading for a few weeks!

(for what it’s worth, I’m currently planning to save Pacify for after surgery, because tbch I think that’s the perfect read for when I’ll be stuck in bed for two weeks!)

But anyway! Yes please drop that link! No fic is too long if it comes highly recommended!!

All my love to you beloved, I hope the rest of your day goes well!! Thanks for stopping in!!

[bagheerita]

Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

🎱 �� post your AO3 total stats User Subscriptions: 103 Kudos: 6,416 Comment Threads: 1,083 Bookmarks: 1,312 Subscriptions: 692 Word Count: 1,674,954 Hits: 115,408

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?  Ever since I was a small child I've made up stories in my head where my favorite characters get to meet each other and go on adventures.

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love my writing playlist on youtube

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? 11. editing is basically rereading my own stuff, and I'm the bitch I wrote that for so what's not to love? Though it usually sucks when I get to the end of what's written and have a that can't be it, where's the rest of it? moment, but hopefully if I'm in the mood for it I can add more on❤

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis Um... 🤔😻😭😭😭(i opened another new gdoc when i should be trying to finish something)

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help? Like, IRL or in a fic?

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love I have just over 200 bookmarks and they are all fantastic

💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?  0. I check for new emails multiple times a day.

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis @sorchakitty Hi! It's been awhile. 🙂

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?  ...Neither? I mean, I prefer canon characters, bc that's why i write fanfic, I'll add in OCs when they're necessary, but I usually prefer trying to find some background canon character I can use instead if possible.

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before Um, when I was a kid the three states I never wanted to live in were Florida, California, and Texas. Guess what, my family moved to Texas.

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time?  Usually when I have "free" time I'm wiped out.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings I tend not to have firm headcanons... but in general I really like exploring D/s dynamics and I tend to prefer when the traditionally more masculine/outwardly dominant character is more submissive in the bedroom, though I also write almost all pairs as switch. I think it's a reaction to reading yaoi/BL manga for years.

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual? Post about Wraith stuff.

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now 1. the company delayed notifying the bank about my loan, so I don't have to worry about making a payment until next month. 2. I have a new foster kitten who is super cute. 3. I just "bought" an ebook that sounds like it's going to be really good.

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?  Buy eye drops

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character Sometimes I think John Sheppard is extremely overrated.

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project? how to skin a deer

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? I'm a sucker for regency/victorian AUs, and I desperately want one with Wraith as main characters. I'm trying to write it, but I'm not very good at the time period appropriate language and mannerisms, for all that I love reading it.

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity You need input to create output. If you can't output (and you know, other factors like sleep aren't the issue) try reading or watching something new or different to generate input.

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh  I've seen the first 5 seasons of Red vs Blue so many times I quote it to myself in all situations.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work? Detailed, incisive critique, with citations. 😉 Really, anything where someone quotes a piece of the chapter or mentions specifically what their favorite part was, because I can usually be like "OMG, YES, ME TOO!"

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate Ugh. I think the only character in SGA that I unequivocally hate is Lucius Lavin. 1. Richard Kind is good actor. 2. He's probably not the worst person in the galaxy, underneath the rape-y exterior? 3. He's only in 2 episodes.

🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told? I do not.

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately  everything is expensive

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?  not one that I can think of specifically. I mean other than it being fanfic for SGA, so... maybe I should say moderately mediocre media inspires me lol.

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing You really need to work on writing conflict.

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises? generally dislike, because I like to plan things out, but it can be fun sometimes

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

Scylla narrows his eyes in thought. “The name does not sound familiar,” he says. “Though I do not know much about the Fayn or their allies. They were the enemies of the Wraith.”  “Why are you here again?” Toriel asks, even though Dorsey tries to glare him to silence.  “I am familiar with their technology,” Scylla explains with a dryness worthy of McKay at his most withering, “not the individuals themselves.”

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username? It was my nickname for my cat, since she was a "house panther" or bagheera + ita. Kipling's racism aside, I adore The Jungle Book and if I don't feel like explaining to you why Kaa is the fucking boss and disney sucks, I usually say Bagheera is my favorite character. Also when I first got into AO3/tumblr I was really into Avengers and Black Panther is my favorite/the literal fucking best avenger, so it was fandom adjacent at the time.

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them Um, I was going to say my sister, but she's not on tumblr. so, less personally, I'll say @eos-x and @anonmadsci set up discord servers for Wraith-focused SGA chatting which is probably why I'm still in the same fandom after several years. Thanks!

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them My cat Amun, better known as Bug, often called Old Man.

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it That would be literally impossible because like 90% of the fanart I've seem is also my favorite. I love people drawing Todd, and anyone doing fanart for stargate ❤❤

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately? I'm pretty flexible about character interpretations but... if character would NOT do that

[loudwolftraveler]

Hello! Since i post something that is related to the 'sick beauty' official on hiatus end. I wanna talk to you about the novels i publish on my pf in my wattpad.

First, is that i don't own any of them nor view it as my original work, no. I publish novels that are already translated and published in for entertainment purposes.

Second, 'Sick Beauty' will be coming to end maybe this coming 30th and the new published novels will be coming soon on 1st of January.

Third, the new novel stories that will be published is called "The demon king always thinks I'm secretly in love with him' & 'Master, may i suck it up?' it's both BL and Romance that has a yandere tag on it. Yeah, you hear me, it has a tag of yandere.

Fourth, actually if any of you guys ever visit my pf on wattpad, you will be notified quickly there (expecially if you follow) the new upcoming novel stories, actually is 'The demon king always thinks I'm secretly in love with him' AND 'Like Pearl and jade' but then i forgot than the 'Like pearl and jade' only has a romance tag (not yandere) then i was like: 'you know maybe we should change this story since i planed to publish a two novels that has Yandere tag on it before moving on to action genre.' then i started to search on novel updates which is the source i found these stories btw, no own of mine that is also no original work of mine, remember that. And i found old work of mine in my draft, which is not continuous. The old work of my draft is called, 'I am Fated Villain' and i have one more but i don't remember it anymore.. (I'm not that good at remembering things) The 'l am the Fated Villain' is also a continuous novel, since i make a draft out of it, i thought that maybe i should post this instead of 'Like pear and jade' but yet since its continuous, it has about 100+ of chapters. And i was like: ehh, i decided it this is the one! And i make a post there in my wattpad pf saying that the 'Like pearl and jade' will be replaced as 'l am the Fated Villain' and couple of minutes later, i realize that i can't make this one cuz first its continuous, second it has many websites of translation, third i gave up the idea of publishing it and search for another one, this time its completed, then i found the last and the final decision, the 'Master, may i suck it up?' is the final replacement of 'like pearl and jade' which is still romance but it has yandere tag this time. But u can still search for it in the wattpad or the Google. It will give u whole of it.

Fifth, is the rechanged scheduled, i post here too something related that i will be publishing this coming 25th right? Actually the 'sick beauty' has many chapters, i tell here, the story has also about 100+ (jk all the chapters of sick beauty is 137 and one is extra) so i rechanged the schedule which is btw, tomorrow i be publishing about 5 chapters (which is original schedule) and on 25th is another 5 chapters. Making it to 10th chapters each, cuz we go nowhere near end of the story. That's why also i put it on hiatus cuz I'm tired as f*ck on those months i don't think i be continue to publish the new stories (continuous chapters) next year cuz we having full f2f and i don't like it one bit.

If any of you wondering again what's the genres i be following up after two new upcoming novel stories, these are the following:

Action -> Romance -> Yaoi(BL) & Yuri(GL) -> Tragic/tragedy -> Horror.

Don't worry i be balance them all, if i can :D.

Repost Links again!

Wattpad pf: https://www.wattpad.com/user/FayeRafaelleTomol

Check anytime, my lovelies!

[tricksheart]

UNPROMPTED

( always accepting )

@ultimaet / @truethes​ said:  ❛ i’m not trying to do that whole dismissing thing but — i’m dismissing it. ❜ - fuyuhiko!!

----“About what exactly? That I couldn’t be the traitor or something? Look, I don’t know the first thing about betraying a single person, let alone a whole group like this. Being a sellout isn’t in my nature”. Lying about his talent is through but who would trust a person who’s natural ability was being a thief? Not like crime leader was any different. Actually, it was quite worse by nature. But Akira isn’t going to be dismissing the fact that the other is the traitor just by what got himself in the school in the first place. No, it couldn’t be any of the classmates here, unless someone was indeed hiding amongst them.

----“Also, ignoring things aren’t going to make them magically disappear like cream in a coffee mug”. Odd metaphor but Akira didn’t know what else to compare it to and his fake talent was an easy pull away to make his point. There was a good reason why he couldn’t be the traitor, simply, he wasn’t no good at computer programming. Someone like a gamer could be a traitor they were all looking for but he was sitting here as an innocent barista at the moment. No knowledge of a hacker in this brain. Nope.

[teaberrii]

Chapter 6: The Exes (My Worst Enemy is a Cat)

Human by day. Cat by night. That’s how Scaramouche lived until you came back into his life.

Scaramouche/You

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Except, you aren't looking at him. Instead, you're looking at the flyer in your hand. Scaramouche assumes it's from the employee who's currently passing them around to the people in the area. You let go of his hand. But, wait. Is that a faint blush on your cheeks? Or did he imagine it? "There's a mermaid show happening soon," you say.

Scaramouche puts a hand in his pocket. “Do you want to go?”

You still aren’t looking at him. “Yeah, it sounds interesting.” Are you embarrassed? Scaramouche tilts his head slightly, and you turn away. Maybe he’s making you uncomfortable. You finally look at him just as he’s about to look away. “Do I have something on my face?”

His silence is unsettling. Then, you look away. Oh, God. He isn't suddenly going to tell you that you have something stuck in your teeth, right? The thought makes you want to disappear. 

Finally, he asks, “Do you need something on your face for me to look at you?”

You cross your arms. “It’s rude to stare, you know.”

Scaramouche scoffs. “Well, you tell me. Why would I look at anyone else if you're the prettiest girl in the room?” Was that too much honesty? Or just too much? Scaramouche shrugs it off. Whatever. He’s only speaking his mind.

You’re expecting a sarcastic remark to follow. But, when it doesn’t come, you have no idea what to do with yourself. How can he say that with such a straight face? He should be embarrassed, but why do you feel like you want to melt into a puddle right now?

“Scaramouche?” He turns around, and you look past him and see a tall, young woman walking toward him. “It is you! Wow, it’s been so long!”

You watch her give him a hug, and he gently pats her back in return. “You look like you’re doing well.”

She flips her hair and winks at him. “Of course!” Then, she looks at you. “Your girlfriend?”

You and Scaramouche glance at each other. “A friend,” both of you say simultaneously. Well, at least you finally admit that you’re friends now.

The woman smiles slightly. "Oh, okay. I get it." Then, she walks toward you and introduces herself. What you aren't expecting, however, is for her to say, "I'm his ex-girlfriend." You shouldn't be so surprised. It's been so long since you and Scaramouche last saw each other. Relationships happen. You should know. But what is this strange, curious feeling? "We're on good terms, though."

You also introduce yourself. Then, you say, "Scaramouche and I go way back… and we're colleagues now."

“Oh!” She spins around. “She’s your—”

“We’re just about to leave,” Scaramouche says loudly. “It was great seeing you.”

Then, he grabs your hand and drags you away. You look back and see a man join Scaramouche’s ex. She says something to him and then glances at you. A distance away, Scaramouche finally lets go of your hand.

“...She seems nice,” you say.

Scaramouche looks at you. “Yeah. We dated for three years.”

So, why did they break up? You’re curious, but you aren’t going to let your curiosity make you nosy. But for three years? It sounds like it was a serious relationship. “It’s good that you guys are on good terms.”

Scaramouche has a hunch that you're curious. But, if you don't ask, he doesn't want to spill the details. He might be wrong about your curiosity, after all. But, if you are to ask, he would tell you it's because of a difference in priorities. Also, even after three years, if you ever came back into his life, he isn't confident he will choose her over you. Of course, that last bit is his little secret... along with his cat situation.

"We should go if you still want to see that mermaid show."

He probably doesn't want to talk about it, which is fair. So, you nod, and you walk towards the venue. Throughout the show, your mind wanders to Scaramouche. Suddenly meeting his ex makes you curious… has he ever thought about you after you left? Because you sure have.

It was almost midnight, and you were still studying in the library. Your head was spinning, so you took a short water break. Then, with your elbow on the table and your head resting in your palm, Scaramouche suddenly popped into your head. You remembered that you bumped into him at the old school library and he had walked you home because you stayed so late.

To your surprise, you looked out the large window and saw yourself smiling. Suddenly, someone hugged you from behind. Startled, you turned around and saw your boyfriend… but it wasn't he who took you by surprise but yourself who wished that the person you saw was Scaramouche.

You discreetly glance at him, who has his eyes on the show. Maybe it’s just you.

Scaramouche's eyes are on the show, but his mind is on you. He never thought he'd run into his ex, but running into her suddenly makes him think of your exes if any. Have you ever thought about him while you're abroad? Because he sure has.

Scaramouche was sitting in a coffee shop, waiting for his friend to return, when he saw a small group of teens. It was obvious that one of the boys liked one of the girls. From the body language, Scaramouche knew the others were teasing them. And from the look on the boy's face, he kept denying it, while the girl had a deadpan look. Scaramouche slightly smiled. Was that how you and he appeared to your old friends? Two kids who kept denying everything as if their life depended on it?

As Scaramouche watched the group walk away, he wondered how you were doing. Were you eating well? Were you stressed out? Did you find someone? The last question annoyed him. It wasn’t until he turned back that he saw his friend.

“How long have you been sitting there?” Scaramouche asked.

“Long enough to see you looking like you want to be anywhere else but here.”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes. “You could’ve said something.”

“What were you thinking about? You looked seriously annoyed just now.”

“Nothing.”

His friend narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure you weren't thinking about her?" Who? You? Scaramouche wasn't sure of the face he made. But, whatever it was, it made his friend smirk. "So, you are thinking about her!" Then, his friend said a girl's name, who, unbeknownst to Scaramouche, would become his girlfriend for the next three years.

Scaramouche slowly inches his hand towards yours without looking at you until his fingers barely touch yours. Are you hung up on someone? Is that why you didn't brag about your accomplishments and achievements like he did? Scaramouche knows it's ridiculous. How does that have any connection? But, still, now that the thought is in his mind, he can't get it out.

Should you just grab his hand? You’re trying your best to stay calm, but you’re fully aware of his light touch on your hand. Heck. You don’t even know what’s happening with the show anymore. Did he do that on purpose? Or is it by mistake? Is he even aware? You glance at him and see his perfectly calm face. He probably isn’t.

Scaramouche is waiting for a sign. Any sign. He wants to grab your hand, but would that freak you out? Are you even aware your hands are touching? The thought that you might be hung up on someone hurts him… until Scaramouche stops the thought. Maybe he should just ask. You're friends now, right? So it wouldn't be weird… right?

Wait… Scaramouche can’t be hung up on his ex, right? Are you a backup? Oh, God. Is that what this all is? You stop. Okay. Maybe you’re overthinking. So, let’s just ask and gauge his reaction.

"Hey." You're stunned when you and Scaramouche turn to each other and speak simultaneously.

Then, loud applause fills the room. "Thanks for coming to the show, folks!"

You and Scaramouche awkwardly look away from each other and start clapping along with the crowd. Soon, you and he are outside the venue and walking towards the parking lot together. Then, you glance at him.

“You wanted to say something before?”

Scaramouche doesn’t look at you as he says, “...Did you see anyone while you were abroad?”

You are almost to his car when you say, "Yes."

Why is his heart suddenly racing? "For how long, if you don't mind sharing."

“Four years.”

Four years? Sounds serious. What happened? Once both of you are in his car, Scaramouche says, “...May I ask why you broke up?”

“...He cheated.” Scaramouche’s eyes widen. You’re a little uncomfortable at the silence, so you say, “Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. I’m over it.”

Scaramouche starts his car. “Why would I laugh? Do you think that low of me?” Well, it doesn’t seem like you’re hung up on it.

As Scaramouche drives off, you say, “We dated throughout university. And after we graduated, he proposed.” He what? Oops. Did he just say that out loud? “Keep your eyes on the road!” So, he turns back. “...Even though I said no, we still dated for a bit… until he cheated.”

“...Is that why you came back?”

“That’s partly the reason.”

At a red light, Scaramouche slowly brings the car to a stop. “Then what’s the other reason? A good job?”

You look at him. “Are we playing twenty questions now?”

“If you want to.”

You narrow your eyes. “Well, it’s not fair that you’re the only one asking.”

“I never said you couldn’t.” Then, he smirks. “What’s on your mind, love?”

“Stop with the cringy nicknames.”

“I don’t think it’s cringy.” Once the light turns green, the car slowly moves forward until picking up speed. “I bet you secretly like it.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, just like how you loved being called Prince Scaramouche back in the day.”

“Hey, I still do. No shame. I think I live up to that title quite well.”

You suddenly remember that there’s a pet store nearby. “Oh, there’s somewhere I want to go.”

“Well, just say the word, princess.”

That almost gets a chuckle out of you. “You know the pet store nearby?”

Scaramouche merges onto the right lane. "Of course. But why?"

“There’s something I want to get for the cat.” Cat? Wait… are you talking about who he thinks you’re talking about? “I took him home yesterday night.” Then, you look at him. “Why are you smiling?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing.”

“...Creep.”

“I heard that.”

“Good.”

Soon, you and Scaramouche are walking down an aisle of cat toys. First, you stop and pick up a plastic fish. Then, Scaramouche puts his hand on top of yours, and you immediately look at him. "Don't get that one."

“Why not?”

Scaramouche puts a cat charmer in your hand. “He’ll like this one.”

“...And you’re sure of this because…?”

“I… occasionally keep it company.”

You cross your arms. “Oh, you do? Because I thought you said you were allergic.”

"I am," Scaramouche quickly clarifies. "But I'm such a nice person." You scoff and wave the cat charmer around. Then, to your surprise, Scaramouche quickly grabs it. "Just trust me."

“Fine… but if he doesn’t like it, you’re paying me for this.”

“Deal.” As you wander around the store with Scaramouche trailing behind you, he suddenly asks, “...Are you going to take the cat in?”

You turn back. “Maybe. He’s cute.”

Cute, huh? "He is adorable, isn't he?"

You narrow your eyes. “He’s even more of a troublemaker.”

“And why’s that?”

You frown. “He messed up my blankets.”

Scaramouche fights back a grin. “Oh, did he now?” Then, he pats a cat bed on the shelf. “...Well, if you’re thinking of keeping it, maybe you should get a bed.”

You look at it and say, “Nah. I’ll save some money and let it sleep with me.” Then, when Scaramouche says nothing, you look at him. “Are you… blushing?”

Scaramouche clears his throat and looks away. “...You wouldn’t mind?”

“Mind what? The cat sleeping with me?” Now, even his ears are turning red. “Why would I mind? But maybe I should only let him if he behaves.”

You’re already a few steps ahead when Scaramouche mutters, “That would be a good incentive.”

You look back. “Did you say something?”

“...Nothing.”

When Scaramouche drives you back to your apartment, he asks, “...Did you have fun today?”

"It was time well spent."

“Would it kill you to say you had a great time?”

“Did you?”

Scaramouche looks ahead. “Sure.”

You shake your head slightly with a smile. Your hand is on the handle of his car. Should you still ask about his ex? It seems petty, but there’s something that you’re curious about. You turn to him. “Do you still keep in touch with your ex?”

Scaramouche has to let that sink in for a bit. Why do you ask? “We’re on good terms, but we don’t keep in touch. I mean… if you count sending each other birthday wishes as keeping in touch, then sure.” Is that a slight smile he sees? Before you get out of the car, he stops you. “...Are you going to look for the cat again tonight?”

“Why are you so curious?”

"...I just think it might come to find you tonight."

You narrow your eyes. “And that doesn’t sound creepy at all.”

Scaramouche frowns. “Just trust me.”

That night, you've just finished taking a late shower when you hear a knock on your balcony window. You're surprised to see the black cat as you open your blinds. His tail is up, and he looks happy to see you. Just as you open the window, he immediately jumps into your arms. Whoa. Scaramouche's right.

You close the window. Then, you gently scratch its head, and he nuzzles against you. “I got you something today." Scaramouche looks at you and meows. Then, you grab the cat charmer, and as soon as you wave it, Scaramouche immediately holds onto it. Then, he rolls onto his back and starts clawing at it as you dangle it in and out of his reach. Huh. Guess he does like it.

After a while, you let Scaramouche have his way with the toy and ask, "Are you hungry?” Scaramouche rolls back up and meows. You take that as a sign he is. As you prepare his food, Scaramouche watches you with his tail up. You glance at him. “You’re strangely well-behaved today.”

Well, of course, he is. You lean against the counter and go through your phone as he eats. Curious about what you're looking at, Scaramouche eventually jumps onto the counter and walks behind you. Then, he puts his front paws on your shoulder. That's when he sees you're looking at the photos you took with him today. He had sent them to you when he got home.

Scaramouche meows and you glance at him. Then, finally, you put your phone down and pick him up. "Full already?" Scaramouche jumps back onto the counter and nudges your phone with his nose. "What? You want to go through my phone?"

Scaramouche keeps nudging it towards you until you pick it up. He's just curious why you're still looking at the photos. Is that too much to ask? He puts his front paws on your shoulders again. Scaramouche puts his head on his feet, his tail up, as he looks at your lock screen. It's cute that you have a photo of yourself and your siblings on the lock screen. Ooh. And your wallpaper is a nightscape. When you open the picture of you and him again, Scaramouche meows happily.

You give the cat a deadpan look. “Why does it seem like you always want to know about my personal stuff?” Scaramouche looks at you, his pupils wide, and you swear you see him slightly smiling before it disappears. You sigh. “He was my date today.” Scaramouche meows. “...And we bumped into his ex.” He looks at you. Wait. Are you bothered? No way. You close your phone and put it on the counter. “At one point, I thought I was a backup.”

Wow. Can he cat-slap you? But, no. He has to behave. Still, he frowns and starts meowing angrily. Then, he headbutts you. How. Can. You. Think. That. "Hey, what's gotten into you?" You pick him up and fall onto the couch. You're lifting him up, amused by his frown. "...You remind me of him."

Good. Maybe he can telepathically let you know he's unhappy with you. Then, you sit up. "Maybe I should call you Prince." Scaramouche likes the sound of that, so he meows happily. You smile. "Guess you like that name, huh?" Of course, he does.

You put him on your lap. Then, you put your hands behind you on the couch. You tilt your head slightly as you stare at him. And then the words come before you can stop them. "Do you think he's messing with me?" Scaramouche's eyes widen. Is that what you think after the date? You can't be serious. Just as he's about to headbutt you again, you sigh. "...I just don't want to get my hopes up." Then, his heart feels like it's going to beat out of his chest.

You fall back onto the couch. "Ugh. Maybe I'll just sleep it off." Scaramouche crawls up to you. He slowly inches his way past the space between your chest. Then, he puts his front paws on your collarbone and his head down. You gently pet him and say, "Maybe I'll just live with you for the rest of my life."

Scaramouche’s tail instantly goes up. Oh, you will. He’ll make sure of that. You sit up, and Scaramouche jumps onto the couch. “Ready for bed?”

Ready as he'll ever be.

Chapter Seven

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[its-really-dry]

ты когда-нибудь спал с моей дочерью?

part 3 of THE HYDRA BABY?

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

yall are really eating up this "barney au" like it's your last meal 😭

it was suggested by @nerdreader to make this into a series, so expect a part 4 soon!!!

a special tack så mycket to all the wonderful asks, requests and ideas that you beautiful baristas sent over! here's a corn ->🌽

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natasha romanoff x supersoilder!reader guys

now it's been a few days since you bought barney back to the compound, and to say the team are loving it, is an understatement.

not of them wanted to go by 'auntie' or 'uncle' except from, pietro, peter, bruce, thor, carol, and well, bucky? but he didn't really ask not to be called uncle-

"BUCK BUCK" barney screams as she waddles into the gym where he and steve were training.

"oh, hey kid! how's it goin?" he asks, picking her up. barney smiles and hugs him,

"я тебя люблю buck buck!" she mumbles into his shoulder, making bucky laugh.

"я тоже тебя люблю barney. y'know, for a 2 year old, you're quite smart."

"well her mommy is an x-redroom assassin." you say as you walk into the gym with some paper work and yelena following you close behind.

"dr. cho wants us down at medbay. remember that liquid she said she saw? well, turns out it seems extremely close to something she's worked with before."

"did she tell you what it is?"

"that's the thing cap, she said she doesn't want to tell us until she's certain."

"i see."

"but she does need us to give her our blood samples."

both steve and bucky look at each other and then back to you with a smile,

"let's go then!" bucky says and gives barney to yelena.

"ok then, you three have fun! im off to pick up my parents from the airport. they're coming down for the week to celebrate natasha's birthday."

"oh yeah! i actually forgot about that." you mutter while rubbing the back of your neck. yelena's eyes grow wide,

"does that mean you didn't buy the cake? you forgot about your own girlfriend's birthday?!"

"no i didn't lena. i just forgot about your parents..... and maybe the stuff hasn't been shipped in yet?"

yelena gives you an uneasy look before signing.

"well, natasha's out with maximoff so it will buy you some time alright? just get it done. please."

"you got it boss!"

"alrighty then. let's get this show on the road."

_________________________________________

"tasha and yelena are back so we better get going." you tell helen and she nods with a smile,

"alright then! the tests shouldn't take much longer. i'll notify you as soon as they are ready!"

you three thank the doc and make your way to the elevator. you sigh, feeling nervousness take your body over and the boys notice it. this will be your first time meeting natasha's parents and you want to make a good impression.

"do you think they'll like me?" you ask which makes bucky chuckle,

"of course they will y/n. why wouldn't they?"

"i dunno. just a bit nervous, that's all."

steve shakes his head at your words and places a firm hand on your shoulder.

"y/n. you are one of the best people i know. both melina and alexei are gonna love you. no doubt in that. just be yourself, and don't sweat the situation too much, alright?"

"yeah, steve's right. you'll do just fine."

"oh god, you boys are the best." you laugh and hug them tightly before the elevator doors open and yall walk out........

"BARNEY PUT HIM DOWN- NO! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH KATE'S ARROWS! THEY'RE DANGEROUS!"

"ARE THOSE YELENA'S WIDOW-BITES? LENA I TOLD YOU TO PUT THEM AWAY!"

"oh my gosh this is too funny."

"GET OFF YOUR LAZY A$$E$ AND COME HELP YOU TWO!"

you, steve and buck stand there in shock as you look around the room. it's a total mess. but what shocks you the most, is when you see barney running around, holding pietro up above her head, nat, wanda, melina and kate chasing after her, trying to stop anymore accidents from happening. and then there's alexei and yelena, who are sitting on the couch, feet up, eating cheetos, apparently the current situation is amusing to them both.

"ahh! i have got you now honey!" melina says as she corners barney and picks her up. barney giggles as they walk over to you, bucky and steve.

"hello! you must be y/n? it is nice to meet you." melina says with a smile. you give her a smile of your own and shift your weight from each leg awkwardly.

"yes, that's me. how are you miss um... miss vostokoff?"

"oh no! no formalities! call me melina ,darling, i plead!" she waves and you nod,

"s-sure miss vost- i mean melina." you correct yourself which makes melina laugh. just then, alexei stands up from the couch and walks over to you with a stoic expression causing you to gulp. he looks you up and down with a somewhat, disapproving gaze and asks when his eyes catch yours,

"so, what are your intentions with my daughter?"

the question takes you aback slightly and you clear your throat as you calm yourself down a bit,

"uhh..... n-n-nothing bad. all good things."

"is that so, huh? so you have never hurt my daughter?"

"oh no never sir! i would n-never do such a thing!"

"hmm... okay then. ты здесь только из-за статуса, или ты здесь, потому что на самом деле любишь мою дочь?"

"uh..... no- нет. Я очень люблю вашу дочь, сэр. Я здесь, чтобы дать ей все, что она заслуживает."

alexei glances over to melina who gives an approving nod. alexei looks back to you with a raised eyebrow.

"ты когда-нибудь спал с моей дочерью?"

your eyes widen and you begin to stutter which makes alexei let out a loud and hearty laugh. he slaps your back, which in fact, does sting a little, but you let it pass, laughing awkwardly beside him.

"you looked so scared! did you think i would eat you? are you not a super soldier? scared of me?"

"well in their defence, you are the father of their girlfriend. so obviously they are going to be scared." yelena says as she rolls her eyes.

"hello suka."

"belova. KATHERINE ELIZABETH BISHOP!"

"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N!"

you push past yelena and run to kate, picking her up,

"how is it going?-"

"REALLY BAD. I THINK BARNEY BROKE MY BACK." pietro calls from the floor, where barney had thrown him onto. everyone laughs and wanda helps her brother up,

"i'll take care of him."

"and buck and i shall let you have a bonding time." steve smiles and the four of them leave the common room.

alexei's eyes follow steve as he leaves with a snarl,

"captain america."

_________________________________________

after tidying the mess in the common room, you all take a seat at the dining table in the kitchen and melina starts up the conversation.

"so, y/n, how did you and natalia meet?"

"oh. she saved me from a hydra, lab testing, super solider making facility in belgium."

"me, and the team." nat corrects you and you grin,

"yes but the question was about you and i. not them!"

"well, how long have you had barney for?"

"only a few days. though she's warmed up to the compound pretty fast."

alexei smiles and hums,

"never in a million years would i have ever thought to be a grandfather."

"and i a grandmother! you are the sweetest thing dorogoy!" melina adds and pinches at barney's cheeks.

"i think it's cool to be an aunt to a super soldier niece right kate bishop?"

"agreed. though, is she actually a super soldier? i mean, she did pick up pietro for about 15 minutes with zero struggle."

you look to nat who shrugs and you follow suit,

"probably. that might be what the so called 'liquid' the doctor was talking about."

"it seems as though it runs in the family." alexei beams and you nod.

suddenly, your phone vibrates. it's a message from maria.

< we need to pick the stuff up now y/l/n. turns out the d0uch€s sent it to the wrong address. please do not ask my why or how, just get your a$$ down here asap >

"oh no." you mumble.

"what's wrong detka?"

"MARIA GODDAMN HILL!"

"ALREADY DOWNSTAIRS!"

"hill? what's she doing?"

"no. before you answer natasha, answer me, HOW THE HELL ARE YOU FRIENDS WITH AGENT MARIA HILL!?"

you ignore yelena and get up off your chair,

"i'll be back in a few minutes baby. i love you."

you give natasha a quick kiss before rushing out of the kitchen.......

part 4 soon baristas 😭

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Little Secret

Request: Wonderful! Could please write an escenario in which y/n (half elf and half human) was part of the company cause Gandalf hired her. She and Kili fell for each other and secretly started courting. Once Erebor was reclaimed everything was going back to normal. Thorin asked her to stay for as long as she liked. When Fili & Kili's mom got there, she had lots of meetings with Thorin so y/n was not able to properly meet her. The day that they are actually introduced, Thorin announces Kili's and Fili's arranged marriages which took everyone by surprise. Y/n and Kili try to figure and fix things out in order to convince Thorin to put off the arrange marriage but it does not work. Therefore, y/n decides to leave Erebor and ends up leaving to Dale; befriending/ helping Bard and his kids.  During her time there she finds out that she was pregnant with Kili's child. However, she never notifies Kili nor goes to Erebor to announce it thinking that he had his duty as a prince and it would be harmful for him/ his arranged marriage. So, she makes the decision to raise the baby on her own. Time goes by and on a normal day (when she was 9 months pregnant) that she's walking around Dale  while feeling contractions she bumps into Kili. Thank you so much!❤️ Sorry for the long message 😅 - @just-a-dreamer23

A/N: I know, I know, this is soo long. But, I enjoyed writing this story!! I've been trying to overcome my lack of motivation to write, so maybe it isn't as good in some parts, as my other stories, but I wanted to keep it that way, so I hope you enjoy anyways.

Tags: @guardianofrivendell @just-a-dreamer23 @anjhope1 @lathalea

The afternoon was hot. The best thing to do, was to take a nap. At least, in your opinion.

Nothing would attack in this heat, you thought, as you rested under a tree. A while after, you noticed pointy hat and grey cloak of the same colour. You lazily waved.

"Gandalf, long time no see!" Gandalf smiled at you.

"Good afternoon, Y/N." You stood up and looked at him, waiting. Gandalf never came just...for no reason.

"How are you doing?" Gandalf asked, and you shrugged.

"I'm just wandering around, as usual. You know me. I never stay in one place for too long." You said. Gandalf knew that, obviously. Being a child of an elf and a human, you felt like you never belong anywhere.

Elves felt really tense and quiet, and humans were quite loud for you, because of your hearing. And you aged lot slower than them, so making friends was also quite...not it.

"I've been looking for you, to join an adventure," You curiously gave him a look.

"An adventure? What kind of adventure?"

"Well," he looked at you.

"You know about Erebor and the line of Durin, right?" You frowned at him, and quickly shook your head.

"Gandalf, I can't-I can't join the dwarves! They will hate me! Everyone knows they hate the elves, and I'm half elf!" You said.

"Well, who said they will know? You owe me help," he reminded you. You thought back to when he healed you after orcs attacked you, and you sighed. He was right. This was the least you could do.

"And, who knows. Maybe they will like you," he gave you a look, and you folded your hands on your chest, and let out a sigh.

"Alright then. Where and when am I supposed to be?" He gave you all the information you needed. And you started your way to the Shire, looking at the first evening stars, as the starlight is what the Elves of Mirkwood love so much.

You got to the Shire around late afternoon after three days of traveling, and smiled. The hobbits and their houses were tiny, so you couldn't help, but smile. Maybe it won't be that bad, having perhaps a hobbit friend, after all...

-

You remembered the moment when you first met Kili. You thought Gandalf was there at Bilbo's house, but when you opened the door...

"Are you Master Boggins?" You frowned at the brunette dwarf.

"Do I look like a hobbit to you?" He looked at the other dwarf, then back at you, but there was Bilbo already.

Later on the journey, he found you without your cape on. It was your turn for bathing, but him and Fili forgot some their things at the river.

You just put off your cloak, and put your hair down from your headband. You heard steps, so you quickly turned around.

"You are..." Fili started.

"...an elf?" Kili finished. You huffed.

"Half elf. My mother was...human." you whispered. Painful memories of your early life came up, and you blinked to stop the tears.

"Don't tell anyone, please..." you looked at them. Both Fili and Kili must've seen something in your expression, that made them realize the importance. They nodded. Kili was, however, curious. Lot more than before, and asking you about elves. You talked about it when Thorin was far enought to not hear what was your conversations about, but it wouldn't matter much. Gandalf told them you spent part of your life living with the elves, which was true.

In fact, Kili became fascinated by you. He liked you before, and had a feeling, which he wasn't sure about. Interest, curiousity, the need to protect you, adoration...

In the moment he saw you, he realized you were his One, his love for life. And when you got closer, he asked you to court him. You said yes. From then on, you shared many quiet and stolen kisses and moments together, in the shadows of forests or your bedrooms in pubs.

The moment everyone else (except for Bilbo and the Durin brothers) found out, was when you came into Mirkwood. Thranduil ordered his guards to take your cloak and headband off, and now, everyone could see your pointy ears.

There was a moment of silence.

"What made an elf, to travel with group of dwarves?" You gulped and looked down.

"I'm a-a half elf," you whispered.

"My father was from here." You explained, and the king shot you a glare. He was not stupid. He knew you tried to pull his attention away.

"Take them to the dungeons, except for Oakenshield," he said.

When you made yourself as comfortable as you could on the cold floor, you overheard the dwarves trying to find out who you actually were and what you wanted.

To your surprise, they didn't talk about you in a bad way. Just curiousity. Thankfully.

-

"Do you think she will like me?" You said to Kili. He was writing a letter to his and Fili's mother, Dis, the happy news - Erebor was reclaimed, and they all survived. It's been a week since, and Thorin decided it was the right thing to let his sister know as soon as possible. She was surely worried.

Kili turned to you.

"Like you? Like you? She is going to love you," Kili grinned at you, and you had to smile a little too.

"Yeah, but...you know, I'm not a dwarf," you said your worry aloud. It was true. Being a half-elf, you and Kili started courting in secret. Thorin was not really kind to you, at least the first half of the journey. However, the rest of the Company liked you lot more. Especially Kili. After a while of knowing of what did you feel, you decided to tell him. To your surprise, but happiness, Kili shared those feelings. And since then, you had a tiny braid, hidden in your hair, and Kili as well.

And stole many, many secret kisses.

"I don't think mum is going to have issue with this," Kili stood up, and gently placed your hair behind your ear.

"You're my One, and you make me incredibly happy. I'm sure she won't have problem with you being half elf," You cupped his cheek, and softly smiled, as you looked deep in his kind brown eyes.

"I love you too, my short Prince," He stood on his toes and kissed you, getting a giggle from you. He pouted, when he heard you called him short, but you knew he didn't mind it.

You kissed him, and felt his smile on your lips. You were leaning down, when suddenly you lost balance, and both you and Kili ended up lying on the floor. Kili and you let out a yelp, but then broke into giggles.

"I love you," Kili said, when you finally stopped laughing. You cuddled into his chest and breathed in his scent. Kili smelled like smoke, food and fresh air.

"I love you too," Kili gently stroke your hair, and you got up.

"Where are you going?"

"You have to finish the letter, and I promised Tilda I will take a walk with her before the dinner." You helped Kili to get up.

"Alright my beloved, have a good time," he gently kissed you, and sat back to his desk. You smiled, and ruffled his hair.

"You too, my dearest." You smiled, and left the room.

-

It's been a few months, and you were finally, finally going to meet Kili and Fili's mother, Dis. She has been there for around two weeks by now, but, you haven't got the chance to meet her and be introduced to her yet.

You were officially going to meet her during upcoming celebration. Needless to say, you were freaking out.

Your stomach was tight from anxiety for a few days already, and that afternoon, it felt absolutely horrible. You haven't eaten whole day, just because all you thought about was the evening.

You spent around an hour of putting on and off different dresses from your wardrobe, trying to figure out which one to wear.

"Y/N?" Kili knocked on the door of your chambers.

"C'me in," you said. He came in, and his eyes widened, when he seen you sitting in front of the mirror, your eyes red and the mess everywhere.

"What am I supposed to wear? I have nothing to wear!" You started crying. All the stress and anxiety in past three months got the best of you. Random moments of crying, because of tiny things, were happening on daily basis.

"Dear, what is happening?" He pulled your hair back behind your ears.

"I-I just want-want your mum to like me," you muttered.

"And...it stresses me out." Kili nodded, and shortly hugged you.

"She is going to love you no matter which dress you wear, I promise." He whispered to your ear.

"Now, I think..." Kili looked around.

"I think the...the dark green dress will be perfect."

When you changed into the dress Kili picked you, Kili brushed and styled your hair. He pulled the top section into a clip, and you pulled a few strands, to frame your face. You smiled at yourself in the mirror.

"You ready?" Kili asked. You just silently nodded.

As you walked down the hall, Kili was trying to figure out where his uncle, brother and mother went to. He couldn't see them anywhere, and he was sure he was once in a while not late.

When you entered the huge throne room, you could see Fili, and let out a breath of relief.

"Fili, have you seen-"

"Kili, there you are," A woman came from behind Fili, and looked over her younger son.

"Have you brushed your hair?" Kili huffed.

"Of course I did." He said quietly, so nobody could hear him. He was visibly embarrassed, and you let out laugh. She suddenly turned to you. Her deep blue eyes reminded you Thorin, but they had the same twinkle as Kili and, occasionally, Fili.

"I don't remember I seen you here before," she said.

"Well, I usually spend my time outside of Erebor, so I think that might be it," You nervously smiled. She hummed.

"I-I'm not a part of the royal family," you said, and almost groaned. Now that was embarrassing for sure.

"Y/N, this is my and Kili's mum, Dis. Mum, this is Y/N," Fili said, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"I-um-" You tried to say something, but she pulled you in short hug.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," she gave you a smile, and then went back between the guests with Fili.

You let out a breath.

"That was embarrassing," you groaned. Kili chuckled.

"No, not at all. She likes you." It suddenly felt like it was much easier to breathe.

"She-she does?" Your eyes widened, and Kili nodded.

"Of course! And you can bet she will steal you to me during the evening,"

"How do you know that?" You turned to him with surprise written all over your face.

"She is my mother. I know her for a long time." He just said.

"She seems to be...different from Thorin," you said, hoping it wouldn't come out as offensive. Kili chuckled.

"Mum and Uncle really aren't that different. Uncle just focuses more on the kingdom and mum, on family," Kili said in low voice, so that only you could hear it.

When you sat down to the table, where the royal family and the Company was, you looked around. You and Kili did secretly hold hands under the table, and you talked to Dis, who was sitting across the table.

"Good evening, everyone," Thorin said, and the people got more quiet.

"It's my pleasure to meet all of you here today. I have some things to say, before the celebration starts." Thorin paused, and Kili leaned near you with a grin.

"It's just a few formalities, don't worry, love." You smiled at him back with tight smile. You felt something was not right. Thorin talked about the kingdom a little at first. The next news was, however, what you were afraid of.

"I'm very happy to say, my nephew Fili is going to marry-" you let out a breath. Kili turned to you with worry.

"Do you feel okay?" He asked, when suddenly...

"And my nephew Kili, who also has already arranged marriage, with-"

Kili stared at Thorin, and you as well.

"Kili-Kili, please-" you tried to stop Kili from going to Thorin. Kili was visibly angry, his jaw was tight, and body tense.

"Kili? What is happening?" Thorin came and let through his teeth. You suddenly felt everyone's eyes on you.

"I need some fresh air," you whispered and walked away, as quickly as you could. When you left, you came in your chambers, kneeled to your bed, and started crying.

You knew it. You should've known before.

Thorin would do this. Even when Fili and Kili were children, he would make sure they had wives already. They were princes. They needed to have a wife.

And Thorin...Thorin would never allow Kili to court you or marry you.

The next day, Kili came into your room. He had dark circles under his eyes, and gave you weak smile.

"I promise we will work this out," he muttered, and pulled you close to his chest.

Kili was asleep - and you let him - but, you thought about your situation, and tried to come up with possible solutions.

However, it was as if there weren't any.

It's been a few days, and you cuddled into your blanket. You fell asleep, and when you woke up, you looked around the room.

This place isn't for me anymore, you thought, and started packing your clothes into your bag. You changed into tunic and trousers, and wrote a letter to Kili, that you were sorry, but it was probably better to have a wife his Uncle would like, that you were leaving and never coming back, so he shouldn't be looking for you.

You quietly left the palace, and walked out in the morning. The air was fresh and nice, and for a moment, you forgot your sadness.

You walked to Dale, and decided to meet Bard. You had nowhere to go, and maybe staying there would be good, before you'd go...somewhere else.

The guards let you in, and as you thought of going to Rivendell, you noticed Bard.

"Bard?" He turned to you, and nodded at you.

"Hi Y/N. What brings you here?" You sighed.

"I'm leaving Erebor, Bard...but the problem is, I need to think about of where-" you suddenly felt dizzy, and Bard catched you. He called for a healer, that's what your hazy mind could catch.

You basically woke up, in a room. On a bed. Comfortable bed.

"Lie still, lady Y/N," the healer said. You frowned a little, when she placed her ear to your stomach.

"I can hear the heartbeat clearly. The baby is most likely around three months old," she said.

"What baby?" You asked, confused. You looked from the healer to Bard and Bard to healer. She took your hands in hers.

"You don't know, my lady? You are pregnant. I can clearly hear the heartbeat of your child," she softly smiled at you. You shook your head, and felt a few tears escaping your eyes.

"I'm...I'm with child," you whispered. You could not believe it. So perhaps, it wasn't just stress...

"Who is the father?" The healer asked, when she helped you to sit up. You nervously looked in your lap.

"Kili. Prince...Kili. Kili Durin." You said, and Bard and the healer shared a look.

"He...he doesn't know. Can we keep it a secret? Please?" You looked at them.

They said yes. Bard was like a father to you, and let you stay. He showed you chambers, that would be your home for next few months at least.

You never went back to Erebor. You thought Kili had to marry the princess, so you just tried to think of the baby you were carrying.

It wasn't that hard, honestly. The baby was often restless, though.

As if it missed Kili as much as you did...

Even if the baby would have to grow up without it's biological dad, you were sure you'd be able to take care of them well.

Some days, you were happy, and didn't think of Kili too much. It pained you, yes, and you knew you had to be strong for the baby, so you often asked someone to teach you something, such as how to prepare different meals, how to knit or how to play piano, to name a few.

Other days, you felt sad. It could be because of the weather, or hormones, some days you just woke up sad, and sometimes it was when something reminded you of Kili. Those days, the baby was the most restless, and the maids told you it was because the baby missed it's father.

You sat down to the armchair next to the window in your bedroom, and looked out on the street. Nobody could see you from here, so it made you feel safe. You looked up and seen Erebor.

"There's your daddy, over there," you whispered to the baby.

The answer you got, was soft kick.

-

"Does it hurt?" Sigrid asked you, looking at your belly. You smiled at her.

"No, it doesn't." You stroke your stomach. You've been pregnant for past almost nine months. Bard was so kind and let you stay, and even offered you bigger chambers, which you gladly agreeded to. The chambers were perfect size, and the baby could have their own small room, overtime.

You let out shaky breath. You wanted Kili to know about all of this. To be there with you, talk to you and to the baby.

But, it was not possible. It would hurt his reputation, and perhaps even his marriage.

You dried your tears, and carefully stood up. Even as pregnant, you were able to stand up yourself, luckily quite easily. You felt very thankful for some of your genes being from the elves, because, as Bard explained to you, humans had it harder.

When you slowly got yourself out of the castle, you breathed in. The air smelled nicely - you smelled fresh bread, old leaves, fresh air from the lake. Mix of summer and autumn. You felt it was one of the last few warm days, before the typical autumn comes.

You looked around, and your cravings were begging you for some freshly baked, soft warm bread with fresh butter, melting on top of it. You thought of the crispiness of the bread's crust, and your mouth started watering. You groaned, when you felt how your stomach let you know some snack would come handy.

You slid your hand to your pocket, and made sure you have enough money.

You started walking, to find some bakery, and as you looked around, you noticed one on the other end of the street.

You let out a breath, and started walking towards the small store.

You were almost there, when you overheard a gasps, escaping a few young girls. You slowed down and listened to their conversation.

"Did you see him?"

"Yes, I did. Do you think it really is the Prince?"

"Of course he is! I mean, look at him. I'd recognize the hair clip everywhere." You frowned a little, when you suddenly realized it. You stopped walking, and felt hot wave running down your back, and liquid running down your leg.

You carefully looked down. It was clear.

You turned around, and - damn it! - your eyes locked with Kili's in the exact moment.

He started walking towards you. You clearly recognized happiness in his eyes, and relief.

"Y/N, where have you been those past months? I was worried about you," He said, and when he was near you, you recognized even the wet shine in his chocolate eyes. You felt sudden rush of guilt.

He must have notice the guilt on your face. Kili frowned a little, when he took a notice of your belly, under the dress.

"I-you..." You noticed it. He was holding back tears. You shook your head, as you tried to hold your own.

"Kili, it isn't like this...please trust me!" You felt another wave of heat running down your back, and stepped forward, but sudden dizzines made you take wrong step. Kili quickly catched you.

"Kili, I-this is, uh..."

"You moved on," he said. You shook your head.

"No, it's...you are the father," you said, but didn't notice what was his reaction, because suddenly, you realized what was going on, as you were holding your belly.

"I need to get back, and find a healer and midwife," you let out through your gritted teeth.

"We will get there quickly," Kili let out, and you had a feeling.

"Don't you dare to faint!" You let out.

Kili helped you to get back. You noticed Sigrid, and told her to quickly find healer. She didn't ask anything, and quickly runned away. You let out a groan and gripped Kili's arm.

"Lady Y/N, we need to get you to the room prepared for labour," the healer said, and checked on your belly.

When you got there, and changed into simple gown, you laid down as the healer told you.

Kili stayed there, and you were gripping his arm and hand.

"I'm not fucking letting you to sleep with me ever again," you said through gritted teeth. Kili took a shaky breath, and you shot him a glare.

"Don't you dare to faint, Kili Durin! You did put this baby inside me nine months ago, so now-"

"This is just the pain speaking from Lady Y/N, Prince Kili. Don't take it personally," Kili gulped and nodded.

"You're doing great, love," he said carefully. You let out a huff.

"I didn't finish! Now you will deal with me breaking your arm, because it hurts!" You almost yelled at him.

"I can see the head, my Lady!" The healer smiled.

"With this next contraction, you will push as much as you can!" The healer said.

"Okay, one, two, three-push!"

"You're doing great, dear. The baby is almost there," Kili tried to cheer you up.

"You have no idea how painful it is!" You screamed.

"My lady, this is going to be your last push, are you ready?" The healer looked up at you, and you nodded.

"One, two, three, push!" The healer let out. You gripped Kili's hand, and suddenly...

You heard a baby scream.

"It's a girl!" The healer said happily. You smiled, and let out some happy tears.

"You-you did it!" Kili said, and you wiped off your eyes.

"No, we did it," you muttered, and he kissed your cheek.

"How do you feel, Y/N?"

"I'm okay," you smiled. The midwife checked on you, and handed you your baby.

"Everything seems to be in order," she said and smiled. You smiled at her back. She was there for you for all those months, and you got close.

"Thank you so much," She nodded.

"I'll leave you alone," she said, and left.

You stroke the baby's cheek.

"How are we going to name her?" Kili whispered, and stroke the baby's chubby cheek. You shrugged.

"Well...I'm not sure. I was thinking of Arina," you said.

"It's...it's beautiful name," Kili said, and you realized he was crying.

"Kili...I'm so sorry for...for hiding it from you," you whispered. Kili shook his head.

"Love...it isn't your fault. Can I...can I hug you?" You nodded, and he slid his arm around your shoulders.

"If anything, it's my fault." He muttered.

"I should've known where did you go, and-"

"Shh," you said.

"We can talk about that later. Arina's asleep now."

You were quietly watching the baby. The midwife came back soon, to check on you and the baby, and when she left, Kili spoken up.

"We talked Uncle the marriges out." You nodded.

"You left Erebor by then already. I was looking everywhere for you, only if I knew-" you subtly interrupted him.

"I didn't know either. I wanted to go to Rivendell, but...then, I found out. It would be risky, so Bard let me stay here," You shrugged.

"Do you still want to leave, though?" Kili looked at you with sad eyes, when he looked away from your daughter. You shook your head.

"No." Kili grinned, and gently brushed his hand over your cheek.

"Just for your information...mum was going nuts when she found out about the arranged marriges. She likes you a lot." You smiled, and took Kili's hand in yours.

"Well...let's hope she likes her too," You looked at Arina's sleeping face.

You came back the next day. Kili had to go to Erebor that evening, but in the morning, he came back.

When you entered, you overheard a strong female voice. You quickly realized who was the woman.

"I don't care my brother has a meeting. Go tell him he has to come here. It's a family emergency," she said, and turned to you and Kili.

"Y/N, where have you-oh, who is this?" Dis turned to you, and noticed the baby. You shared a look with Kili.

"This is your granddaughter," You said carefully. Dis looked between you and Kili, and it seemed like most things clicked to her. She smiled.

"Well..."

"Dis, what does that means?" Thorin's voice came from different hall, and you noticed Fili giving you a knowing smile.

"Thorin..." you said, and he turned to you. He seemed to be confused, but then he looked at Arina.

"What does this-"

"Uncle, let's get some privacy first," Fili said.

When you came to library, Thorin turned to you. Dis stood up, as if she would want to protect you.

"Uncle...Y/N and I started courting on the quest in secret. We planned to get married, but when you announced the arranged marriges for me and Fili, we-"

"I left Erebor, because I thought you would never accept me as partner for your nephew, Thorin. I found out I was pregnant, however, I didn't want to hurt Kili's reputation or his marrige, so I never came back to announce it. He met me in Dale yesterday, and I, um...I went to labour." Thorin has been looking at you and Kili. Your body was tense, and Fili, Kili and Dis were ready to protect you any moment.

Thorin slowly closed this eyes, and placed his face into his palms. When he looked up again, he let out a sigh.

"Fili, Kili, sister, leave us alone."

"But Uncle-" Fili said, but Thorin shook his head.

"I said, leave us alone. It won't be long." They three left, and you were a bit afraid.

"Kili is a prince, yes. But, he is also a dwarf, who needs to have someone who he is happy with." Thorin said, looking away from you.

"I noticed, of course. You make him happy, Y/N. I thought it was just childish love, that you would leave, and it would break Kili's heart. I owe you honest apology, Y/N. For thinking you wouldn't take his love seriously." He looked at you, and you let out a small smile. You nodded.

"Apology accepted, Thorin. Courting Kili makes me incredibly happy, and I am honored to say he is my lover," you said, and Thorin looked at you.

"Well, and when it comes to, um...you staying, you can stay here. If you would like to."

"I'd be very thankful."

A few years later

"Fi, look!" Kili said, as Arina walked towards Kili, again. She was giggling, as her father was dancing with her. You laughed.

"Kili, be careful!"

"Daddy, look!" The little girl pointed to a butterfly, who sat on her dress.

"Yeah, it's beautiful," Kili said, and she pouted.

"Don't move, or it will fly away!" Arina let out, and let the butterfly gently walk on her palm.

"Uncle, look, I got a butterfly!" Arina showed it to Fili, who nodded with nervous face.

"Oh, it's beautiful, Ari. Would you put it, um, a bit away from me, please?" She put the butterfly on a flower, and Fili let out a breath.

"I'm sleepy, mommy." She came to you, and lean her head on your shoulder.

"Ari?" A little boy came, and the girl jumped up with grin.

"Vili!" She squealed, and started tickling her cousin.

"Granny!" Arina gasped, when she noticed Dis.

"You are growing up so fast, Ari!" She said proudly, and you two shared a look.

"Aye, that's what she does," Kili let out a chuckle, and gently kissed your cheek.

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SHOES

Summary: Henry is busy assembling his PC and you got him a pair of shoes.

Pairing: Henry x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Fluffy fluff!!!

A/N: On the event of reaching 600 followers, here's a little something for everyone to enjoy. Also, it's not beta read, so please don't mind any typos. ❤️

*divider by @leafsea*

Title: Shoes

"Henry," you coed to your husband. Henry's hands were busy with the components of his PC in his hand and one ear free from the headphone perched behind his ear.

"Hmm?" He absentmindedly answered, not even sparing a glance towards you.

The Christmas tree sat undecorated in a corner with Henry's bags lying next to it. He was back from filming for Christmas break, staying away for two whole months from you and yet he was busy upgrading his PC to play a newly released game and ignoring his wife. You glanced down at Kal who was sitting on his dog-bed, giving you a look like he understood your predicament. Kal had been ignored by Henry all day too. Your husband was so excited about his new game that walking Kal and playing with him had been added to your lists of chores.

"I brought you something," You walked up to him with a shoe box in your hand.

You placed it right in front of his line of sight which piqued Henry's interest. He put the component aside and swirled his chair to face you, eyeing the black Nike shoebox with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you giving me a Christmas present? Because it will make me feel like a complete arse since I haven't even gotten to buying you one." He pouted his lips. You tried not to laugh at his adorable face or kiss his perfect lips.

It was a Christmas present for him, but it wasn't exactly what he was expecting. You pursed your lips as a smile spread over your face.

Henry seemed to have forgotten in the rush of his life about the early morning rendezvous you had on the day he was leaving for filming. You both had been too lazy to slip on a condom before engaging in some loving goodbye sex. He had joked about putting a baby in you which had gotten you to think that maybe it was time for you both to start a family.

Henry always mentioned how he couldn't wait to be a father. You too believed that both of you were at that point in your life where the ticking of the biological clock was becoming too loud to ignore. Because of which when you had missed your period, rather than being scared, you were excited about taking the pregnancy test. You had cried when the two pink lines had appeared on the stick and another one flashed the word 'Pregnant' in big bold letters.

"Before you open it, I'll like to say something." You sat across from him on a chair. Henry shook the box and scrunched his eyebrows as it felt light in his hands. But without asking any questions, he placed it on his lap and looked at you expectantly.

You had pictured this moment so many times over the month. You had been nearly jumping with joy to finally tell him. But now that you looked at your husband's handsomely clueless face with his curly hair and blue eyes, you felt nervous. You played with the ends of your shirt as you felt your cheeks heat up.

Taking a deep breath you said, "I know we have talked about it a lot. I would be okay with whatever you decide though."

"Decide about shoes..?" Henry cocked his head to the side, confused.

You chuckled at the innocence of your sweet husband. You gestured towards the box. "Open it."

With a puzzled smile on his face, Henry opened the shoe box. You felt your heart race watching him look inside the cardboard case. You watched as Henry's smile fell and he picked up the tiny baby shoes in his hands. You had gotten a pair of both blue and pink since it had been too early to know the sex of the baby. Perched on the inside of the shoes were the two test sticks you had taken.

"Wha-?" His question died down on his lips as he pulled the sticks and stared at it for a long minute.

You bit your lip worried about what he was going to say. The silence stretched like eternity as Henry stared at the shoes and the tests, making you anxious and scared. You stood up slowly to ask if he was okay when Henry burst into tears. He brought both of his hands up to his eyes as his body shook with his sobs escaping his lips.

"Henry," You called out and walked up to him. "Babe," You kneeled down in front of him as he cried with the shoes still in his hands.

"Is this... Real?" He asked between his sobs.

You gently pulled his hands away from his face. Your eyes filled up with tears too as his tear stained face came into view. His lips quivered as fresh tears began forming in his eyes. Kal came quickly to your side as he was worried about his dad too.

"I could have told you on the phone but," You took the shoes from his hands and placed them inside the box. Keeping the box on the floor you took Henry's hands in yours and smiled at him. "I wanted to make it special."

"What did you mean by you'll be okay with whatever I decide?" He sniffed, turning his hands in yours and entwining your fingers with his. "You think I won't want the baby?"

"I don't know," You felt your tears stream down your face. You were so worried that Henry might not want a child since he had a couple of projects lined up. You were worried if he did say no, what were you supposed to do.

"Baby," He let go of your hands and took your face in his. "I have waited so long to be a dad. This is the best day of my life. Thank you so much, baby." He couldn't control his tears either. "I love you." He could barely mumble as his voice cracked.

He tugged you towards him and placed a soft kiss on your lips. You hugged him and stood up as he made you sit on his lap. With a hand gently placed on your belly, Henry wiped the tears from his face.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to you. "Would you like to capture this moment?"

"I have a feeling you are going to post it online." You wiped your cheeks too before taking his phone. "Crop me out please. I'm not ready to tell the world." He nodded before you raised the phone up and clicked a picture.

Later in the day after all the happy cuddles and a brief discussion of baby names, you retreated to the bedroom to snuggle with Kal. Your phone chimed as you got notified about a post made by Henry on Instagram.

A smile crept up your lips as you stared at the picture of your husband, the one you had clicked, where he had expertedly cropped you out of it. You shook your head as you read the caption.

Gently rubbing your belly, you whispered to your unborn child. "Your dad is such a nerd. But no one will love you more than he will, little one."

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