#the fact that i'm currently married will not come up in the conversation

[widowshill]

he did not forget <3 [ 2, 78 ]

[rassilon-imprimatur]

Taste is taste, and this might be a little too mean, but something I’ve finally put my finger on regarding how annoyed I get with the acting like The Happiness Patrol is the only blatant anti-Thatcher sentiment in classic Who is, like... 

Why do you think Warriors of the Deep is the way it is? Terminus? With those nightmarish production fall-throughs, the worker strikes, the anger and froth and cynicism that can’t help but lash out at the Doctor a little bit. Resurrection of the Daleks puts the literal societal decay caused by Thatcherism on the forefront. That serial was the 1984 Olympics showcase for fuck’s sake, you think they didn’t know how grim and grisly and nasty it was? The stumble into the mess of season 22, mean-spirited and indulgent as it is, makes perfect sense? 

And it makes me wonder if the widespread sweeping of Saward’s tenure under the rug under “grimdark” (ugh) write-off truly is because someone isn’t jumping up and down with a big neon sign screaming “THIS IS POLITICAL” in text? 

[kkami-writes]

waiting for us — chapter fifty one. the wedding cw. smut!, semi-public sex (bathroom), piv, protected sex (shout out to condoms) wc. 1,965 + 4 ss a/n: THIS IS UNEDITED. I FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED THIS MY GOD. I'm so sorry this took forever...that's my bad <3 hopefully the motivation keeps rolling and i'll finally finish this fic.

The ceremony had been perfect, something right out of the pages of a fairy tale. The venue had been small since they had kept it to close family and friends but it still had been breathtaking. Minghao had made you his best “man” and there was no place you’d rather be than next to your best friend on the most important day of his life. (and if you cried while they were reciting their vows, you’d never tell. Though Minghao had taken plenty of pictures of you ugly crying to store in his blackmail folder.)

It was probably inappropriate to daydream during a wedding, but Jeongin couldn’t help himself. You were standing up there, looking absolutely breathtaking, it was hardly his fault that his mind had wondered what you would look like, dressed in all white at their own wedding.

If he was honest, he never expected to get married. Well, he supposed that’s wrong. While he does in fact plan on getting married eventually to all his soulmates, before you had come into the picture that had agreed that a ceremony between eight people would be a little hectic. He didn’t need some grand ceremony to show his love but for now, he could dream of seeing you in a wedding dress for now.

The reception is just as gorgeous as the actual wedding, with lavish decorations and a crystal chandelier.

Currently you were being dragged from table to table, both Minghao and Jun introducing you to people like you were their child. (though Minghao would argue that him and Jun were indeed your dads).

From across the room you can feel a pair of eyes on you, practically burning a hole into your flesh from his heated gaze. Jeongin was sat at your assigned table, a drink forgotten in front of him while he stared you down. His gaze is enough to set you aflame, cheeks reddened from how intense his eyes felt against you, not so subtly running along your body. The boy was practically eye fucking you from across the room, not a shameful bone in his body. It was quite distracting as you tried to introduce yourself to Jun’s grandmother.

The two of you make eye contact and it’s impossible to look away, his deep chocolate eyes captivating you. Jeongin’s tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, your eyes following the movement and the cheeky fucker smirks, knowing he’s caught you in his web. With a subtle nod towards the bathrooms, he gets up, suddenly paying you no mind before striding in the direction he directed you to. It leaves you a little mystified, blinking and frozen in place. You clear your throat, turning to Jun with a small smile.

“Excuse me Junnie,” You mumble before escaping the male’s grasp, but he lets you go easily enough, too caught up in a different conversation.

As you make your way towards the bathrooms there’s a sense of heat that starts to fill your lower belly, a wave on anticipation for whatever Jeongin has up his sleeve. It fills you with excitement, hands practically shaking as you open the door.

The bathrooms are one of those fancy single ones, lights dim and fancy expensive soap. You don’t have time to admire the decore as Jeongin pins you back against the door, the tell tale click of the door being locked. He doesn’t hesitate to press his lips to yours, practically devouring you. It’s all teeth and tongue, groaning into your mouth desperately. The sound goes straight to your pussy.

Jeongin presses against you, already hard in his slacks, hips rutting up against you.

“Fuck. Do you even know how good you look?” His voice is raspy and deep, sounding already so gone. You can’t help but giggle, rather enjoying the effect you have on the boy.

“Mm, I have no idea,” You singsong. “Maybe you should tell me,” Your words illicit another groan from the boy before he’s picking you up and carrying you over to the counter and setting you down there. Perhaps the way he had lifted you up like it was nothing turned you on further, it would seem your baby bread has been accompaning his hyungs to the gym more often.

Jeongin runs his hands up until they’re splayed across your thighs, easy access thanks to the slit in your dress. His lips are on yours again, this time much softer, taking his time to savor your taste. Meanwhile his hands grope and squish at the soft flesh of your thighs, fingers running up until they hook under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down to your ankles.

You let out a gasp as his long fingers make contact with your wet core and Jeongin takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your awaiting mouth. You’re completely at his mercy, deft fingers circling your clit and his tongue stealing your breath away.

“So wet,” His voice is deep, slightly gruff as he nips at your now swollen tiers. “Eager are we?” The cocky tone makes you want to roll your eyes at him, but they’re rolling to the back of your head anyway as he easily slides a digit into your core, a whine falling from your lips. “Look so good like this for me,”

You can vaguely hear the sound of the music that’s blasting in the venue, the walls of the bathroom muting it but even then, the sound of your slick echoes lewdly in your ear and it heats your body up.

Jeongin is so content like this, watching you fall apart on the counter, soft moans filtering from your lips as he’s lazily thrusts his fingers into you. As much as he would love to take his time with you, his cock is starting to ache, still trapped in the confines of his slacks.

“Can I fuck you baby?” He asks against your ear, pressing soft kisses to your earlobe and trailing them down your neck. You nod your head, probably a little too eagerly but there’s pretty much nothing on your mind besides Jeongin’s cock splitting you in half. But then you remember something important and it makes you whine.

“Innie…you don’t have a condom do you?”

The question makes him freeze and if he wasn’t literally two fingers deep in your cunt you would have laughed at his bewildered facial expression. But then suddenly he’s pulling out of you, a whimper leaving your lips at the loss of his fingers filling you up. Jeongin is frantically patting at his slacks, as if searching for something, leaving you slightly baffled at the sight. Finally he pulls his wallet out and from it, produces a singular condom.

“Seungminnie hyung said I should keep one in my wallet just in case…never really thought anything about it. I’m gonna kiss that man later,” His words make you snort, shaking your head at how silly he is. But if you were honest, you’d probably kiss Seungmin later for the same reason.

The two of you don’t waste anymore time, remembering you are in a public space, at your best friends wedding for goodness sake. In your defense, your brain is no longer working, especially when Jeongin is bending you over the (very nice) counter, moving the skirt of your dress aside and slipping your panties down your legs.

You arch your back just slightly, legs spreading to give the boy a peak at your glistening folds and Jeongin swears he could probably cum in his pants. He’s quick to slide the condom over his almost painful erection, coming close to press his chest to your back, trailing kisses along your shoulder. He ruts his cock against your soaked core before positioning in front of your entrance. With how aroused you are, it’s an easily glide in, just a slight stretch that feels all too good.

Jeongin lets out a borderline pornographic moan when he bottoms out, your wet warm heat squeezing his cock feels heavenly and he already knows he’s not gonna last very long. He shudders against your body as he holds you tightly, large hands splayed across your torso.

“Fuck- You feel so fucking good,” He groans, needing just a second to calm himself down before he blows his load already. You can barely register his words, not faring any better. The sensation of being so full, of having your soulmates cock buried inside your heat is a feeling you don’t think you’ll ever get used to.

The two of you simply relish in the moment for a second and while maybe Jeongin might have jumped the gun on your first time together, he promises that the next time he’ll take his time to savor you. For now he just wants to feel you coming apart on his cock.

He moves his hips rather expertly, rocking into you with strong thrusts and you feel yourself further melting into the cool counter, the drag of Jeongin’s cock against your gummy walls feels too fucking good. Any and all thoughts are leaving your head, the only thing you care about is the heady pleasure that builds steadily in the pit of your stomach.

Jeongin is pressed flush against your back, sucking marks into your skin and whispering sweet dirty words into your ear and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your peak.

“Such a good girl, hm? Taking my cock so well. You feel so good baby…I’m not gonna last long,” He nips at the back of your ear and you nod your head in agreement.

“Innie! I-Innie…” You’re mumbling his name over and over like a chant, your walls clenching around his length sporatically. “I’m so close…gonna, gonna cum,” You gasp out, the rubber band threatening to snap each time the tip of his cock hits that spot deep inside of you. He brings a finger to your clit, rubbing the swollen button in circles.

“Go ahead baby, cum all over my cock,” He says with a grunt, thrusts somehow getting even harsher and the sound of skin slapping reverberates against the walls.

It doesn’t take much longer before you’re gushing around his cock, coming with a whimper. Jeongin does his best to fuck you through your orgasm but with the way your walls clench around him has him spilling into the condom not too far after you. Both of you need a moment to catch your breath, slowly coming down from the euphoria of such an act. Jeongin seems to collect himself before you, not even noticing him pulling out. You only finally come out of your haze when you feel something damp against your skin.

Jeongin is cleaning you up, even if he didn’t cum inside, you can still feel your own release against your thighs. Slowly, he also helps you pull your panties back up before picking you up to settle you on the counter. He fusses over you, smoothing your hair down and fixing your dress and your heart flutters in your chest at how attentive the younger boy is after having just dicked you down. You giggle before wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a sweet kiss, one that he happily melts into.

When you two pull away, he’s giving you that bright fox-like smile, dimples practically blinding you as he helps you off the counter.

“C’mon baby. Let’s go dance and hope that your friends didn’t notice your disappearance,” You snort.

“Even if they didn’t, I think the hickies speak for themselves,” Jeongin has the gall to blush, his tongue running along his teeth.

“Sorry, not sorry,”

“You are such a brat,”

“Guilty!”

You roll your eyes, spanking him before moving towards the door.

“Let’s go dance baby bread,”

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[apomaro-mellow]

Hospitals still weren't Eddie most favorite place to be, even though they had technically saved his life once. He didn't give doctors the credit though. No, he reserved that praise for his husband who had literally carried him through hell, holding his guts together.

But alas, he was still only human. And thus prone to human ailments. Which was why he was currently in a hospital bed, preparing for a tonsillectomy.

"Steve, my love, my muse", Eddie took his hand and kissed it. "Should I not return from this-"

"Oh shut up. It's a routine operation." Steve could tell he was being dramatic to cover up the fact that he was actually scared. "You'll be fine. In fact, I'm going down to the cafeteria right now. You're not getting just any ice cream. I'm gonna bring you back a whole sundae."

Steve looked to the rest of the band, who had come for moral support. "Watch him please. And don't let him fall to hysterics." He left out, really hoping he wouldn't come back to an Eddie in tears.

"Sooo", Grant started. "If you don't make it, who gets your house?"

Eddie's brow furrowed. "Uh, my husband, duh?"

"Okay, who gets your husband?", Gareth asked.

Eddie saw the cavalry arrive in the form of Steve's true soulmate. "Robiiiiin", he whined. "You have to protect Steve from these vultures", he hissed the last word.

"We're just trying to hash out who has dibs on Eddie's hot husband", Jeff said.

Robin pointed to herself. "I made it clear to Eddie when he proposed that should the marriage end, either naturally or by divorce, custody of Steve would revert back to me."

"Not exactly the answer I was looking for Bucks, but as long as you keep Steve out of another man's clutches, I won't haunt you from the grave."

"Actually, I plan on setting him up with the first wealthy guy he meets", Robin said. "Thanks to your fame, I've become accustomed to a certain lifestyle. And also, Steve doesn't know how to be single."

The other CC boys nodded sagely.

"All the more reason one of us should get him. We can take care of him", Grant said.

"I can't believe this. This is a goddamn coup!", Eddie shouted.

Steve returned, none the wiser to their conversation. "You won't believe this. The cafeteria has chocolate syrup AND nuts? Isn't that wild? You're gonna have the best sundae of your life, babe."

He took his seat right next to Eddie's bedside and kissed his forehead.

"Angel, we're surrounded by snakes and thieves", Eddie said deliriously.

"What are you talking about?", Steve asked.

Having only Eddie in his line of sight, he couldn't see the others behind him. So he didn't see Jeff making kissy faces, Gareth making a circle with his hand and sticking a finger through it repeatedly, or Grant making a V with his fingers and flapping his tongue between them.

"Those traitorous lechers covet what is mine. And not even Robin seeks to protect your virtue!", Eddie said, desperately reaching out for Steve.

Steve kept his voice even and calm, trying to soothe his husband from whatever delusion he was having when the doctor came in. This guy looked like he played a doctor on tv. Chiseled jaw with perfectly manicured facial hair.

"Good evening", he greeted.

"Hi", Steve said, voice a little breathy.

"Oh he's perfect", Robin said, reading her friend perfectly.

"I'm Dr. Morip, I'll be performing your operation today."

"Morip?", Eddie tilted his head.

"Yes, as in 'more ripped than you'." Then he flexed and busted out of his scrubs and swept Steve off his feet, ignoring the cries of the invalid on the bed.

Eddie was tossing and turning even as Steve shook his shoulders to wake him up.

"You were having a nightmare", Steve spoke softly in the dim lamp light of the hospital room. "Was it 86 again?"

"Steve!", Eddie clung to him as best as he could. "You didn't leave me for Dr. Morip!"

"Dr. Morip? Eddie, her name is Dr. Hudson. And she's married and in her sixties."

Everything caught up with Eddie as his brain became more lucid. He'd already had the operation. That had all been a dream. The tension released instantly as he realized he wasn't about to die on the table and Steve would be scooped up by opportunistic friends.

"You're mine, you know that?"

"Really? Is that why I'm hand-feeding you ice cream?", Steve teased, holding up a spoonful to Eddie's lips.

"I love you", Eddie said, voice muffled from the food and a little watery too.

"I know, you dope. Love you too."

[sassypossumm]

Answers

Who In their right mind would ever want to marry Tywin Lannister....

The tittering of the ladies around her had bled into a monotonous sort of scrabbled noise, as she ran her needle through the fabric on her embroidery hoop one more time. Why Margery insisted on dragging her to these sewing circles, she'd never understand. Slipping into the recesses of her mind, she turned to glance out the window.

How she'd love to be anywhere else besides this stuffy room. 

Tyrion was late for a meeting of the small council. In and of itself that fact wouldn't be terribly important. It wasn't as if his punctuality would have caused his father to look at him with any less disdain than he did on a daily basis. He shook his head and quickened his pace as he passed by the solar, currently spilling over with the eligible young hens of the Seven Kingdoms. 

"Oh, naturally Jaime Lannister." A feminine voice whispered with a giggle.

Tyrion paused and raised a brow. Taking several steps backwards, he leaned closer to the door curious as to the contents of this particular conversation. 

"And you, Lady Lorena?" 

"Oh, your own brother, my lady." Another higher pitched voice offered. Tyrion leaned against the wall and folded his arms. 

"And you, cousin?" Margery's eyes flit to her cousin and she sighed when she saw her looking longingly out the window. "Cousin!" Margery said more firmly, causing the woman to stiffen slightly before turning her head. 

"Yes, Margery? What is it?" She glanced around the circle and raised a brow at the conspiratorial looks many were giving each other, as if they'd traded secrets of a life-or-death magnitude. 

"I'm asking each lady," Margery shifted on her stool to better engage her cousin in conversation. "If they had the freedom to choose, of all the eligible men in Westeros, who would they take as husband." Her eyes danced mischievously. Her cousin looked unimpressed and hummed before returning to her embroidery. 

"That seems an exercise in futility, Margery." She said dryly, all the while never taking her eyes off of her needlework. 

Tyrion stifled a chuckle. The girl certainly had cheek. Something he appreciated in a woman. He sensed, however, that as reticent as this mysterious woman might be to answer her cousin's question, she'd likely cave under the hounding looks of those chattery hens. 

"Oh, come cousin. Everyone else has answered. Come now, you wouldn't want to spoil our fun, would you?" Margery coaxed softly, looking at her cousin encouragingly. She looked up at Margery skeptically for a moment before returning her attention back to her needlework. 

"Very well." She said simply. The very atmosphere seemed to be holding its breath waiting for her answer. Even Tyrion had to admit he was more than a little curious. No doubt she'd say Jaime or Loras as the other ladies had. "If given my choice, I'd wed a Lannister." 

Jaime. Tyrion thought to himself with a smirk. He raised a brow, amused at the image of all these noble women desperately chasing his brother, demanding his hand. 

"Come cousin, you can be specific. There are more than just one Lannister." Margery leaned forward on her stool and gave her cousin a knowing look. 

"Well, we can't very well all marry Jaime Lannister." One of the more garishly dressed ladies cut in swiftly. Keeping her eyes on her work, she refused to rise to that bate. 

"You may keep Jaime Lannister." The threaded needle ran through the material once more, distracting her attention. 

"That only leaves the imp and the father." The young lady scoffed. She hummed and cut off a thread to knot it. 

"Given my choice, I'd wed Tywin Lannister." The air seemed to freeze and shudder. Tyrion's eyebrows seemed determined to raise so far that they disappeared into his scalp.

"Tywin Lannister? He's practically old enough to be your father!" She merely shrugged and flipped over her needlework. 

"I believe I answered the question." Rising from the couch, she gathered her needlework and gave Margery a nod of her head. "If you'll excuse me, Margery. Ladies." She addressed the dumbstruck women, still reeling from her recent admission. No sooner had her skirts swished out of the solar, when the brood descended on Margery in a chattering, nosy huddle. 

Tyrion stayed pressed against the wall. He was dying to see what sort of woman would be so bold as to suggest that she wanted... well, his father. Her shoes made a quiet sound, and he was pulled from his revelry to see the backside of her as she began walking down the hallway. Sensing she was being watched, she turned to see Tyrion in the torch light. 

"Lord Tyrion?" She raised a brow and inched closer to him, tucking her needlework into her bag. Slowly Tyrion's eyes trailed up her form, studying her as if he were taking in her measure, which he was doing. She dressed well, but certainly not in a display of money as so many women seem fond of these days. 

"Lady Tyrell." He dipped his head. She responded in kind and glanced from him to the open door and back. 

"Were you spying on us, Lord Tyrion?" She blinked and affected a dethatched attitude. 

You two might be perfect for each other. He thought sarcastically to himself. 

"On the contrary, my lady, I merely passed by at an opportune moment and heard some rather... enlightening opinions." He looked up at her intently, curious as to what might be swirling around in that brain of hers. She merely smirked and met his eyes with unwavering certainty. 

She chuckled, a rusty sound. 

"Good day, Lord Tyrion." She turned to go. 

"Good day, Lady Tyrell." 

And with that, she rounded one of the corners in the halls. Standing for a moment longer, he was driven out of his thoughts by the sounds of the ladies gathering their things. Tyrion quickly hobbled down the other hall, hurrying to at least make an appearance at the meeting. Climbing the stairs to the Hand's Tower, he ran over Lady Tyrell's answer in his mind, and he still had no reasonable reason for why on earth such a woman would speak about his father with such a casual air. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and swung the doors open.

"Tyrion." His father's only word in his direction before he turned back to council discussions. Tyrion stared singularly at his father, taking every in every line on his face, curiosity still swirling around his mind. 

Why on earth would she want to marry Tywin Lannister?

[mysunfreckle]

Catherine Morland's parents are described as "plain, matter-of-fact people who seldom aimed at wit of any kind" and all we see on the page of her mother is definitely more plain sense than feeling sensibility. So it is very amusing to me that we also get this account of her taste in books, in a conversation between Isabella and Catherine:

“It is so odd to me, that you should never have read Udolpho before; but I suppose Mrs. Morland objects to novels.” “No, she does not. She very often reads Sir Charles Grandison herself; but new books do not fall in our way.” “Sir Charles Grandison! That is an amazing horrid book, is it not? I remember Miss Andrews could not get through the first volume.” “It is not like Udolpho at all; but yet I think it is very entertaining.”

The History of Sir Charles Grandison is an epistolary novel in six volumes from 1753 (so about 45 years old at the time of Northanger Abbey) by Samuel Richardson, and it features:

The beautiful, virtuous young orphan Harriet Byron, with a fortune of 15000 pounds, being pursued by a whole fleet of suitors.

The dastardly Sir Hargrave kidnapping Miss Byron from a masquerade ball and imprisoning her to force her into a marriage

The valiant Sir Charles Grandison coming to her rescue and fighting Sir Hargrave until he can bring her to safety

Miss Byron and Sir Charles falling in love but knowing that it cannot be, because! he is promised to another woman!

The other woman breaking off the engagement, the hero and heroine getting married, and then valiantly stepping up to help the Other Woman stand up to her family

Sir Hargrave dying of a dueling wound after mistreating yet another woman and leaving Miss Byron part of his estate to beg her forgiveness

It also includes a lot of moralising on religion, virtue, motherhood, and good society, which is probably why it a perfect pick for Mrs. Morland. It's all the thrill of abduction and rescue and devoted pining, but neatly dressed up in a morality tale about being good and proper. So you need not blush to say you enjoyed it and can even recommend it to your daughters.

It is also a book that is known for the constancy of its characters. Their morality, good or bad, is very fixed and plain to see. Which also fits with much of the Morlands' approach to people.

All I'm seeing is 16-year-old Catherine almost tripping over her feet to get to her mother with her current volume of Sir Charles Grandison clutched to her chest. Absolutely squealing with excitement over the Miss Byron being rescued from Hargrave's carriage by a virtuous nobleman who refused to even draw his sword because he abhors violence, while her mother placidly comments on how pleasant it is to see kindness and goodness so well reflected in literature.

[iamjustaholeforyousir]

There's No One to Blame

part 3 of Arrogant Son of a Bitch

summary: announcements are made, and a certain someone comes to visit you.

warning: indirect talk about sex, little angst? Harry bring an asshole, mention of a few facial features, mention of body measurements(i have not given exact measurements, but it is mentioned that they are taken by someone else)

word count: 2,248

minors DNI

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That night you couldn’t sleep well, all you could do was think about him, in a way an unmarried girl should not. You would constantly wake up from dreams so erotic, and the worst part was you had o idea what the feeling was going to be like. Yes, you had overheard conversations of princesses on many occasions, and they would describe his touches as sensual, and soft, like velvet, one of them had said he made her see stars. They said his kiss was like a feather, and his hands would roam your body like it were a map, he would make you feel beautiful.

And as you thought more about it, you became angrier, jealousy took over you, this was your husband, shouldn’t you know what he feels like before others do?

You woke up in the early hours of the morning and decided to go for a walk, to clear your head. No young princess should showcase such a tremendous amount of anger. Your walk was slow and it was getting you to calm down, as the light cool breeze hit your face. You reached the bench you were in yesterday with your now soon-to-be husband. You were crying that time. Now that you think of it, you might just be crying your entire life. All you knew was this man was easy on the eyes, he had been sleeping around with a bunch of princesses, he was currently pursuing a princess and you had no idea if she knew that you and he are now engaged and that he had made you cry, what was to say he wouldn’t make you cry again? You quickly shake that thought away, he is a good prince, he is a good prince, he is a good prince. You kept on repeating, he will never let you down, he will always take care of you, and he is not short of anything.

Well, these thoughts were not helping you in any way, so you decided to focus on the fact that your sisters were coming. You missed them so much, and all you wanted was for them to come and tell you it will all be okay.

“Y/n, king Y/f/n, is looking for you.” You heard someone say, but you didn’t look back, too caught up in your thoughts “Tell him I’ll be right there.” You say. You take your time reaching the common room, you were leaving, and it was his doing, he cannot do anything to you, all he can do is say the god awful things to you, and for how long? You'll be gone soon. As you enter the room, your father turns around and says” You will go with your sisters to the seamstress today, get a dress made, your sisters will assist you with it. You must also know that the announcements have been sent out for the wedding.”

Announcements were made. Everybody knew you were getting married. Everybody knew prince harry was the one marrying you. You nod at your father and leave for your chambers. As you enter your room you find all of your sisters there, with happy faces “Oh! Y/n/n! I cannot believe this, you are finally getting married!” said your oldest sister “Oh please Sarah! We always knew she would find someone, I just didn't think he would be this handsome!” said Betty, she was just a year older to you. “Can you two stop? We are really happy for you Y/n! I'm sure Prince Harry will keep you happy.” said Victoria. Your sister dynamic was not the usual, tho Victoria was not the oldest, she was the most mature and on the other hand, Sarah didn't know what exactly to say, she would often say things that could be misinterpreted. Betty was more like a friend to you, being so close to your age. “I missed you all” is all you could say, they all stood up and walked towards you for an embrace.

They all go out to give you time to change into something better. You had no idea what better was, so you took out a simple pastel blue dress, it had long translucent sleeves, with three layers of frill at the end of each, the corset was dark blue and the collar had beautiful embroidery of magenta flowers. Your hair is tied up in a sophisticated bun, with a few strands of your hair falling down the side in pretty curls. Your lips were a burgundy color, and your cheeks were stained pink. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror, you weren't extremely pleased with your look, but you thought it would do. As you exit your room, your sisters look at you like you are an angel, they circle you complimenting your do-over and your dress. They did make you feel pretty.

The carriage ride to the town wasn't that long, especially because your sister just kept talking about their married life. All three of them had successful marriages, they were always happy, and so were their spouses, every time you would meet them, they would look so in love with their wives, you could only imagine Harry seeing you like that. No matter how poorly he had treated you so far, you were slowly falling in love with the version of Harry you had created in your head, the picture of him painted by your mother, your sisters, and all those other princesses.

Suddenly you were reminded of the conversation you had with your mother. “Is it true that when you consummate the marriage…. It's not pleasurable?” you ask, averting your eyes, you were embarrassed, you had never asked such things before, you hadn't even thought of them and here you were asking your sisters such obscene things.

They all giggled a bit, “Mother had the ‘talk’ with you didn't she?” Victoria asks and you nod, keeping your head low. “Well I'll let you in on a little secret Y/n, she is wrong.” you look up, and they all had subtle smirks on their faces. “What do you mean she is wrong?” you ask innocently, “oh please Y/n, if you asked a question like that, you surely know what mother said was false, so ask the question you really want the answer to,” says Betty, she was always the bold one. You turn your whole body towards the carriage window, not wanting to face them as you ask this “What happens?” you ask in a low voice, “You have to be more clear with your question Y/n/n.” Sarah teases. “ I want to know how you consummate a marriage, and how it is pleasurable for the wife,” you say, still not looking at your sisters. “The act of consummating a marriage is the same as reproducing.” “But you didn't produce any child Betty, neither did these two!” you say shocked, “Did Mother not tell you about the amorous congress?” asks Sarah, what even is…that? Judging by the look on your face, Victoria speaks up “Y/n, you don't only perform the act to reproduce, if done right you can gain a lot of pleasure from it, but usually men don't care to please their wives that way, they don't think its important, I have heard it can hurt you severely if not done properly.” It was really sad, but you knew you wouldn't have to face this problem since you already knew what your husband would be like, or at least you had an idea. The rest of the ride you remained silent, partly sulking since you were reminded yet again that your husband had been around with quite a few princesses and partly thinking what your wedding would be like.

The carriage comes to a stop, and the door flies open, the coachman appears and assists each one of you, as climb down.

“We’ll only be here for a few hours, please stay nearby,” you tell him, he nods and takes the carriage away. You could see that all your sisters were extremely hysterical to go inside and get your dress made. As soon as you enter the shop, the owner comes running to you. She was quite old and frail, but she looked extremely enthusiastic. “Oh princess Y/n, I know why you seek me today, I will make the most beautiful dress for you, all of the princesses will envy your beauty!” You smiled at her, “I don't want a very frivolous dress seamstress, but I do have something in mind, take my measurements as I tell you my thoughts?” she smiled and led you to a private curtained area. “The prince will see you and he will drop to his knees princess, you will look marvelous!” at this point she seems more excited about your wedding than you did, you laughed at what she was saying “Oh seamstress! You must really be looking forward to this wedding, tell me your good name, I must recommend you to everyone for such flattery.” She gives you a shy smile “Martha, your honor.” “Well Martha, I trust you with the biggest dream of my wedding, this dress is what I have wanted ever since I was little, and I am hoping you can make my dream come to life.” “Of course your honor! You will be the prettiest princess, and the prettiest dress will adorn you! Martha gives you her word.” You give her a kind smile and proceed to tell her your design as she measures your body. Next, she took you to a collection of clothes she kept, “what white do you have in mind for your dream dress princess?” she asks, taking out large rolls of white silk, “I was thinking of a pearl color, would you have that by any chance?” Martha smiles at you “Only for you princess, I take out my special pearl white silk, for no one else.”

Martha had seemed to make a rough sketch of what you wanted, and as you bid your goodbye to her, you left five-pound sterling with her.

The ride back home was pleasantly silent, all four of you were very tired, and you were sure Sarah and Betty were asleep. After eons, you finally reached the castle, and as you were getting closer, you could see a silhouette of a man. The carriage stops right in front of this man and through the window, you see prince harry. Your heart skips a beat, he was standing here outside your castle, not inside, you figured he only wanted to see you. Only you. As you stare outside in awe of this man, your sisters all wake up and follow your gaze, “Ooooh, someone couldn't wait to see their bride-to-be.” Betty says, but you were too occupied by him to even respond. The four of you hurry out, as soon as you step out, he finds your eyes, locking his with yours, he had a hard expression on his face, he was so difficult to read, your sisters giggle as they greet him, and he only nods but he doesn't break eye contact with you. “He is so mesmerized by you Y/n!” Sarah whispers in your ears, and the three of them take off.

You move closer to him “prince harry, I didn't expect to see you so soon.” you say “Your father made the announcement.” is all he says “Why yes, I believe he did.” you try to give him a smile but just doesn't come across as one. “You know I thought you would be more sympathetic, once I told you I was in love with someone else, but you just didn't seem to care, did you?” you look at him confused and hurt, “i thought you’d deny it when my father welcomed you to the family, and when you didn't, I thought you’d do it later, in the confinement of your own home to your family, for my sake, but you didn't, you are such a selfish woman and you have ruined me!” you flinched at his words, tears already forming in your eyes, what had you done, “I didn't know you wanted me to deny your proposal-” “I told you didnt I before you so rudely cut me off!” he interrupts you, “mark my words Y/n, you wrecked the home I so dearly dreamed of for as long as i could remember, and I will forever hate you for this, you might become my wife through legal ceremonies but you will never, never have my heart.” he was furious, by the time he finished speaking, while you were weeping. Before you could say anything back, he pushed past you and left in his own coach that was waiting. The princess. You remembered the princess Harry was courting, what if she had gotten to know because of the announcement? She will hate him forever, and she’ll hate you even more.

You had come in between two people. You were a sick person, and as you had this revelation, you started feeling disgusted with yourself, you didn't want to be in your own body anymore, you felt exposed, naked. You were like every other princess now, you stole from others. Damn your stupid mind to think it was a hoax to test you. Test you for what exactly? What could have the prince determined by the reaction you gave him to his story? You felt ashamed, you had failed your marriage before it even happened.

A/N: you guys asked for a longer parts, and i swear this is the best i can do 😭😭 i hope you like this one. also i love martha sm, her personality is based on my grandparents. thank you for your support.

stay safe ❤️❤️

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[daggermeli]

Tease

(Husband!Choso X Reader)

Warning: Smut 🔞

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You walked through the front door of your apartment. A fiery aura emitting from you. Behind you, your tease of a husband trailing behind, smiling to himself about the stunt he pulled earlier.

*4 hours ago*

It was the 4th annual Jujutsu Tech Social event. An event where all the famous names of the jujutsu world come together, discussing business and plans for the future.

This year you were forced to go, as the current head of the L/N clan. Your plus one being your charming as ever husband, Choso kamo. You arrived at the event in style, in a black Mercedes and with a beautiful dress and jewelry to match.

Upon entering the event, you both received many looks. Whether it be due to your appearance, the presence of the Kamo clan, or the fact that the two of you are newly weds, it didn't matter. The attention made you feel like the most gorgeous being on this planet, and it showed through the aura you displayed.

Throughout the night the two of you danced, laughed, and drank, enjoying each others company. But of course, being the tease he is, he loved to push his luck, especially in a room full of people.

He knew exactly what he was doing. He started by gently caressing the small of your back as he held you close. He moved his hand slowly down your body, stopping to grab and squeeze your ass. You were taken by surprise at the bold action, but played it off.

As the night went on, he didn't stop there. He kept touching you, groping you, even kissing you on the cheek in public. You thought you had gotten used to it until his actions became more sexual. He was getting too handsy and touchy, and it was becoming more apparent that he was turned on.

It was obvious. You could see the bulge in his pants, and feel his growing length on your backside. His hands would find themselves roaming your body, groping any exposed skin they could get to. You had enough.

"Oh, Y/N! How are you?" A man named Suguru Geto greeted, approaching you and Choso.

"I'm doing good! It's so nice to see you." You responded, putting on a friendly face.

Choso, however, didn't share the same sentiments. He was glaring daggers into the other male, not liking the fact that he's speaking to his wife. He's always been possessive, and the fact that he's the most attractive man at this event isn't helping.

"How's married life treating you?"

"It's been great so far, I can't complain." You smiled, trying to keep a conversation going.

"You know, if you're ever looking for something a bit more exciting, my doors are always open."

It was almost as if Choso was on autopilot, as he immediately stepped in between you and the man. He stood with his back facing you, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

"Excuse me?" Choso questioned.

"I just thought I'd let her know."

"Well, she's not interested." Choso interjected.

"Oh really? How would you know?" Geto challenged.

"Because I'm her husband, and we're leaving." Choso stated before turning towards you.

"Goodbye Suguru." You said, walking away from the interaction.

*Back to present*

The moment the two of you arrived home, you slammed the door and locked it.

"What the fuck was that Choso?!" You yelled.

"He was flirting with you You know!"

"It was harmless! I'm not even interested in him, not to mention I'm married!"

"It doesn't matter. Men are dogs, all of them"

"All men? Even you?"

"Especially Me"

"Well maybe if you weren't being such a fucking tease at the event, I would've been able to stop that from happening!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He smirked.

"You're unbelievable!" You scoffed.

"I think I'm very believable."

He replied, a smirk still present on his face.

He stepped towards you, backing you up against the wall.

"I don't know what you're trying to do here, but you need to stop."

You warned, crossing your arms.

"Do what, love?"

"You've been teasing me all night, and now this? You're really playing with fire, aren't you?"

"I'd be happy to get burned." He chuckled.

You grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at you.

"You know, I could end you right here and now."

"Do it."

"What?"

"Go ahead, end me." He taunted, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Is that what you want?"

"Maybe. Or maybe I want something else."

"And what is that?"

"I want you. I want to watch your demeanor change as you succumb to your desire for me. I want to hear those sweet sounds as I touch you in the ways only I know how. And finally, I want to watch as I ruin you, as I take the thing you hold dearest. You're mine and mine alone, and I want everyone to know."

Your lips crashed onto his. His words went straight to your core, igniting the fire you felt for him. You could feel his cock twitch at the feeling of your lips.

The kiss was desperate and passionate, the two of you fighting for dominance. His tongue entered your mouth, dancing with yours.

His hands were grabbing at your body, touching any exposed skin they could reach.

His hand slipped under your dress, moving your panties aside. He ran his fingers along your slick folds, a groan escaping his throat.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me already. I'm the only one that can do this to you, aren't I?" He asked, his voice low and raspy.

"Mhm." You nodded.

"Use your words, princess."

"Yes. Yes, you are the only one who can do this."

You confirmed, feeling his fingers graze your clit.

"Good girl. I'm the only one who can fuck you like this."

"Please. I want you so bad." You moaned.

"What do you want me to do? Tell me, and I'll give it to you."

"I want you to fuck me. Please, Choso, I need you inside of me."

He quickly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bedroom. He threw you on the bed, immediately crawling on top of you. He ripped off his shirt and jacket, throwing them across the room.

He kissed you once more, his lips attacking yours with urgency. He trailed his lips down your neck, leaving wet kisses in their path. His hands were all over your body, squeezing and caressing every inch of your skin.

His lips found their way to the tops of your breasts, sucking and nipping at the soft skin. He pulled your dress down, your breasts bouncing free. He wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking and licking it.

His hand traveled down to your underwear, rubbing slow circles on your clit. You let out a gasp, the sudden feeling of his finger against your clothed clit surprising you.

"Mmm, you're so wet."

"Only for you." You replied, your head rolling back.

He continued his assault on your breast, while his hand slipped under your panties, running his fingers along your dripping cunt. He pushed a finger into your pussy, earning a moan from you.

"Oh god." You groaned, your fingers tangling themselves in his hair.

"You're so wet for me, fuck. Can't wait to bury myself in your tight pussy."

"Please, I want to feel you."

"Don't worry, you will. Soon."

He pulled his fingers out of you, making a show of licking them clean.

"You taste so good, love. But I'm sure you taste better down here." He said, a devilish smile on his face.

He took your panties and removed them, tossing them somewhere in the room. He settled himself between your legs, spreading them wide.

"Look at you, already so ready for me. Your pussy is dripping."

"Choso, please."

"Don't worry, love. I've got you."

He dove right in, latching his lips onto your clit. Your body reacted immediately, your back arching off the bed.

"Oh shit."

"You like that?"

"Yes, so much."

"Such a pretty pussy."

"You're so good with your mouth."

"You like when I eat your pussy?"

"God, yes. Fuck, I'm close."

"You're close already? What a good girl, cumming on my tongue. Go ahead, love. Cum on my tongue."

"Mmm, yes."

"Come on, I know you can do it. Cum on my tongue."

That was it. That's what made you unravel, your orgasm washing over you.

"Good girl. You did so well for me."

"Thank you. Now, please fuck me."

"Anything for my beautiful wife."

"Please, Choso. I need you."

"Don't worry, I'll give it to you. I'm going to wreck you."

He pulled his cock out, stroking himself as he admired you. You looked beautiful, a mess from his touches and kisses. He could tell you were eager to get fucked, the look on your face said it all.

"Fuck, you're so pretty." He muttered.

"Choso, please."

"Be patient, love. You'll get what you want soon enough."

He aligned himself with your entrance, the head of his cock prodding at your slick folds.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good."

"I know you will."

He thrust himself into you, your walls squeezing his cock.

"Oh my god." You moaned, the feeling of his cock filling you up overwhelming you.

"Fuck, youre so tight."

"You feel so good inside of me."

"Shit, and you're taking me so well. Such a good girl."

He began to thrust his hips, setting a fast and rough pace.

"You're so pretty when I'm fucking you."

"Mmm, keep going."

"Oh yeah, you love it, don't you?"

"Yes, I love it so much."

"Who fucks you better than me?"

"Nobody."

"And who do you belong to?"

"You. You, Choso."

"Good girl. My good girl. You're mine, aren't you?"

"I'm all yours. All yours."

"Mmm, all mine."

"So deep." You whined, your legs shaking as he fucked you.

"Your pussy's swallowing me whole."

"So big, you're so big."

"That's it, say my name. Tell the whole neighborhood whose fucking you."

"Ahh, Choso." You moan out as you both release.

"Fuck, you're amazing."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Next time, try not to be such a dick, ok?"

"No promises. I just can't help it, I can't control myself when it comes to you. Besides, seeing the angry look on your face is so hot."

"Choso." You groaned, lightly slapping him.

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Cross Post From My Wattpad: @Levi_and_Chosos_wife

[aroace-confessions]

Apologies, but this is a bit long.

I'm AroAce. I figured I was Aro in my sophomore year of highschool school, added Ace onto that halfway through my senior year, and came out to my friends a week after that realization. My two sisters kinda just picked up on the fact through my friends and my TikTok (which they both follow). I don't bother to hide it, but I don't go out of my way to tell anyone, y'know?

Out of the grandkids, I'm among the youngest on both sides of the family. The topic of kids and marriage had come up multiple times in conversations with my aunts and grandparents and parents. It never gets any less uncomfortable.

My grandma (mom's mom) has made wedding dolls for all her grandkids. When she broached the topic with me, I came out to her. She told me she didn't understand, but is grateful I told her. She still wants to make me a doll with the wedding dress I wore for a performance one time.

For some reason, the female adults in my life seem to think that they have a right to decide when I'm going to get married and when (not if) I'm going to have kids, despite me literally turning my nose up at the idea.

Some friends of mine have done the same thing since I came out to them. Some of my *favorite* phrases that I've been told are as follows:

"You just haven't met the right person yet."

"You'll change your mind one day."

"Your perfect prince is waiting for you somewhere."

(I like girls better, but guys are okay, too)

"You're lucky to not have to go through heartbreak and breakups."

Why do people think they're entitled to deciding how my life will pan out? Why do they think they have the right to my uterus? Why do they think that romance and sex is the only way to have a happily ever after?

Why do they think that I don't want to fall in love with someone and have that happy ending with a white picket fence? Why can't they see that saying stuff like that is hurting me?

I grew up (and am currently living) in a conservative household. My family (aside from one cousin in Rhode Island and my older sister) are very religious (Christian) and the idea of not getting married and having kids is foreign and repulsive, almost, to them.

Sorry for the rant, I just....As much as I want to tell people that being AroAce is so much easier than falling in and out of love, I can't. It hurts to know that everyone I know is getting married and falling in love. It hurts to know that they have what I can't. It hurts to live in a society so focused and hellbent on romance and sex and families. It hurts to think that I'll never have a proper place in this world because I don't fit a certain mold.

Submitted 30/01/24

[fanaticsnail]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn't matter, let's get to know the person behind the blog! <33333 (only if you want to, no pressure!!)

Hi Nina-Ya! I see we're mutuals now, I've been following you for a little while and I love your stuff! I am currently quite unwell, and talking a little about my life has had me very reflective on my past. Here's a little about me 🖤

I have studied and worked in a variety of different occupations. My favourite things to do is jazz people up with support and encouragement, talk and get to know people with a happy face, and drink wine. There are a few fields that allowed me to do this, and I have loved them all: working a cellar door in tourism and trade for a variety of Australia's major wine brands, working in disability support for over 18s, working in the education sector while studying a teaching degree, and doing landscaping and gardening for the elderly.

I am a married mother of two children under 4. This means I don't work a regular job currently, and I am very much missing adult conversation and interaction. The jobs I do take from time to time is: landscaping, gardening and arborist work when my husband is home with the children. I also get to do some work as a violinist and entertainer every now and again. A more recent event for this was my brother's wedding, and before that was a Bridgerton Ball. I have a country jazz event coming up in August that I'm readily preparing for while I'm sick.

I got into fic writing because I wanted something to do while I was up at all hours with my youngest child. I don't really go out or do anything other than work or care for my children, and this was an outlet for creativity that was bursting at the seams. I am very happy I did get into this, because my heart fills so full it's incredible. Everyone here has been gorgeous and so, so kind.

Thank you so much for your ask, honey. I'd love to get to know you more too! 🖤

[angelllbby222]

Conflicted Chapter 22🎀:

Maddy P.O.V

My mother was furious at me to help clean the house since Duff had agreed to come with the band, reluctant at first but then, after hearing his sister's heartbroken attitude, deciding to reconsider not coming.

I chose to wear shorts and a satin baby blue crop top.

“Young lady, what are you wearing!" my mother yelled, putting her fists on her hips and looking me over.

“Mom! It's only Duff and his friends." I whined, wanting Izzy to see me in this clothing.

"Okay, as long as you don't wear that again," she remarked as she prepared the boys' lasagne.

I couldn't stop smiling since I knew Duff would be arriving with them any minute now.

Izzy and I had only been apart for a day, but it felt like forever; even if we didn't leave on good terms, I still missed him a lot.

And Axl.

I never got to thank him for helping me that day.

“YOUR FAVORITE KID IS HOME!" Duff shouted as he opened the door, allowing the knob to hit the wall like he always did, creating an even larger hole in the plaster.

I rolled my eyes at him and walked away, feeling angry again.

My brother was not the evil guy in this situation; I know he did nothing wrong, but I was still furious about how he sent me back without warning and without seeing Izzy.

The band poured into the warm two-story home, breathing a sigh of relief as they protected themselves from Seattle's cold air.

"Hi." I waved and smiled at everyone of them

“Hey Maddy!" Slash and Steven grinned eagerly, the only drink in their system at the moment being coke, a fizzy beverage heavy in sugar, contributing to their hyper behavior.

The boys had agreed to appear sober at the McKagan home so that Maddy's mother would have the best impression of them all.

Especially Izzy.

And there he stood, as tall as ever, with his black coat, slim jeans, and straight black hair.

I waited for him to get to me first, but he quickly moved past me and straight to Duff, who was conversing with my mother.

“Hey.” a voice said, snapping me out of my current haze of conclusion.

“Hi Axl.”

“How are you?.”

"I'm fine. I just wanted to thank you for being there for me that night."

“I'll always be there for you," he said, moving in close enough for me to look up into his eyes.

“Boys I made you all dinner, come eat." My mother yelled, making me jolt from the conversation with Axl, as the boys gathered around the dinner table like starved men, with Duff at one end of the long wooden table and my mother at the other, leaving me in between Izzy and Axl.

Slash and Steven were in front of us, sending me smirks, winks, and obscene gestures implying a threesome, which my mother did not appreciate

"Is there anything I should know?" she questioned the two of them, who dropped their grins and shook their heads no.

“Izzy, was it?…That’s your name young man?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay...., well, my daughter here, tells me that you both love each other.”

“Mom!" I cringed as I felt his stare from the corner of my eyes.

“Yes…uh I do.”

“If you want to be with my daughter then you'll have to get married." she demanded.

The entire table, including Axl, burst out laughing as if it was the best joke they'd ever heard, leaving a sour taste in my mouth.

“Alright, gentlemen. It was a joke; now settle down and enjoy your lasagne.”

“Izzy, based on what I've seen, you appear to be an intelligent man. And the fact that you appear to be making my daughter upset because you aren't here, I'd say I want my daughter out of her pain, and I approve of you being with Maddy." she said, making all the boys except Axl erupt in cheers.

The night went well despite Izzy still ignoring me, and my mother even spent some time with Izzy alone so they could bond before calling it a night, while I felt a little overstimulated and walked upstairs to my room.

Izzy P.O.V

“Your mom loves me." I smirked and slumped into the couch in the living room, where the other boys were also watching cartoons.

“I’m surprised. My mother is generally quite protective of Maddy, but I think she saw something in you she liked." Duff said, glad to have given his best friend another chance after seeing how far he went to impress his little sister.

“Where’s Maddy?” I asked, looking around and seeing no sign of the young girl who I had sat next to, during dinner.

“I think she went upstairs to her room.” the bassist mumbled, yawning as his eyes focused on the cartoon Slash and Steven were watching.

I traveled upstairs searching for Maddy’s room when I spotted a door slightly creaked and light pink walls peeking through.

I was about to knock but fuck it, I just walked in and closed the door behind me locking it.

“Get out.” she grumbled, huddled on her side while hugging one of her stuffed animals.

“Maddy-.”

“You ignored me the whole day.”

“I was just trying to impress your mom.”

“By ignoring me.” she scoffed, feeling her eyes sting of tears.

“Baby I’m sorry.” I cooed, coming up to cuddle her in bed.

“I waited for you the whole day and even dressed up for you to see a-and you didn’t even c-care.” she exhaled shakily, brushing away tears with the back of her hands.

“Fuck Maddy. I’m not good at this shit y’know, this is my first time introducing myself to a girl’s parents.” I sighed sitting up against the headboard of her white and pink bed.

She turned over, with her tear stained cheeks.

“And I’m sorry about the way I treated you at the bar. I know that was fucked up. I care about you so fucking much, I never stop thinking about you.” I told her, holding her chin in my grasp, to raise her head up towards me.

“As long as you’re here that’s all that matters…I guess.” she whispered curling into me.

I caressed her hair till she fell asleep on me, then tucked her into her blanket and turned off the light, letting her lamp illuminate the room.

I ran across Axl as I was leaving her room, who gave me a strange look and asked what I was doing in her room after the argument at the bar.

“You don’t deserve her Izzy. And you know that too.” he told the rhythm guitarist.

“You think your any better.” I scoffed eyeing the arrogant asshole who used to be my best friend once upon a time.

“I know I’m not a good person but I don’t pretend like I am, unlike you.” he spat pushing me on the way to the guest room to which he slammed the door.

“Prick.” I muttered going down the stairs, seeing Duff, Steven and Slash all passed out on the couch.

Great. Where do I sleep.

Slash and Steven had taken up one whole couch and Duff’s height took up one single couch alone, leaving me with the couch chair that was not comfortable in the slightest.

I went back upstairs, contemplating whether I should knock on the guest room door and humiliate myself in front of Axl by begging him to allow me share the guest bedroom or knock on Maddy's door

So I took the better option and went into Maddy's room, closing the door and slipping into bed with her beneath her comforter.

“I-Izzy?" She whispered, half drowsy, as she noticed flashes of black garments in front of her half-closed eyes.

"I’m sleeping with you tonight. Axl is being a bitch." I grunted, slipping off my shirt due to the heat, leaving me shirtless and pantless, since I always slept in my boxers.

“M’kay.” she whispered, cuddling into my body, replacing her stuffed bunny with my body.

“Night.” I said giving her a kiss on the head.

“Mhm…n-nigh-t.” she replied groggily before we both drifted off into a deep sleep underneath her pink soft comforters and the illuminating light of her lamp in the quiet room which would be the complete opposite the next morning.

[secondratefiction]

A part 2 to the Carlisle head cannon please, on the proposal and turning you.

Sorry this took me so long to get to. Holiday are fun... and by fun I mean utterly exhausting.

(Pt 1)

It didn't take you long to notice some of the quirks about Carlisle and his family...

Somethings you'd already picked up on: the strange coloration of the whole family, the fact he was practically freezing to the touch, the ever changing eye color, and the perpetual absence on sunny days.

You'd kept that to yourself though. Carlisle was a good man, and an even better doctor, that was all that mattered

But now that you were spending even more time with him outside of work... somethings you just couldn't help but notice: the fact he moved too fast to explain sometimes, the strange way he spoke on occasion - mostly, it was the odd terms of endearment that stood out to you, like deoring or sweeting

It was all strange, but he always had a way of deflecting and changing the subject whenever you asked about something

Fortunately, Carlisle had managed to keep you out of most of the vampire related drama.

At least until after Bella and Edward's wedding.

'My family and I are actually vampires and you're sister is pregnant with what we hope is a baby but could potentially be and uncontrollable abomination of a monster' was not the conversation Carlisle had wanted to have with you. But here you were...

You weren't sure who you were more upset with at the time:

Carlisle for essentially lying to you for months

Or your sister for knowingly getting wrapped up in all of this

Bella was actively withering away in front of you though, so it wasn't exactly like you had time to dwell on the very valid reasons you had for being mad at them currently.

And surprisingly, as traumatic as it might be, watching your sister's almost die in the most violent child birth you were likely to ever witness, was a good way to put things in perspective.

Also, considering the literal wolves at the door, you were probably functioning off pure adrenalin and survival instincts at this point

After the metaphorical dust settles, you swear you're going to skin Sam Uley alive if he ever threatens your family like that again.

Between the worry that Bella might not wake up and the new baby, your anger at Carlisle starts to feel a little bit trivial.

Not to mention that he's the only thing right now that makes you feel like you're not completely losing your mind.

Eventually Bella does wake up, new born transformation complete, and between her crash course in vegetarian vampirism 101 and Rosalie finally getting to feed her baby fever, you and Carlisle finally have a chance to talk and work things out.

Life mostly goes back to normal after, that things start settling back down, and you especially are reveling in your new roll as Auntie

At least until someone else comes around to rock the boat.

Well, more like capsize the whole thing entirely. Someone once close to the family when to the Volturi claiming they'd created a child vampire - an act that would damn the whole family

You know things are serious, but it really struck you when the Cullens start gathering witnesses. Alice and Jasper left, and Carlisle asked you to stay away from the house as more and more vampires start showing up.

What you weren't prepared for is Bella showing up one day with three go-bags for you, Jacob, and Renesmee, swearing you to secrecy about the whole thing and making you promise to look after her daughter if things end badly.

The day before this whole thing was supposed to boil over, Carlisle came to see you. He didn't let go of you the entire time he was there... but it was what he said just before he had to leave that really struck you and brought you to tears - "If we somehow survive this, I'm going to marry you."

The man practically flew to your front door once they were sure the Volturi were gone and everyone was safe.

The next day you were ring shopping.

Nurse Doris is high-key suspicious that you were getting married to Dr. Cullen less than six months after your sister also married into the family. The word 'gold-digger' is used once. The word 'jealous' is used liberally in rebuttal.

By multiply people.

After that, there is a serious discussion about turning you. Carlisle is under no delusions of it flat-out not being an option, but it is a very final decision. If and when it happens, it's going to be on your terms.

You decide to wait a couple years, until it's time for the family to move again, enjoy your time with your family while you have it, before you have to worry about secrets and restrictions and holding yourself back.

Collectively, you all decide on Canada for your next home. But Carlisle suprises you at the airport.

You say goodbye to Charlie and your mom and bonus dad at the security check, you're mom's crying, you're crying, the men are just barely holding it together, and you know if you hug your dad again in that moment, he's gonna start crying.

You do it anyway, and he does.

After that though, you don't join Bella, Edward, Jake and Nes at the terminal. Carlisle steers you to a different gate entirely.

A 'belated wedding present' he calls it.

You're not entirely sure what you were expecting, but a whole private island was not it.

The transformation was a bit of a blur, and honestly not something you were every going to really want to remember anyway.

But the two weeks the two of you spent on the island, you were more than happy to have carved into you memory for the rest of forever.

[arkus-rhapsode]

Let's Talk About Fire Emblem Supports: A Discussion on the State of one of Fire Emblem's Iconic Mechanics

So I'm sure if you are someone who is keyed into the Fire Emblem community, something that has been discussed for some time is the current state of the support system. Arguably Fire Emblem's defining feature which in recent years has almost come to eclipse other facets of the gameplay.

However, with that has come some pretty noticeable backlash. Lets back it up for a second.

This is not going to be a "This is the right way to do this and if you disagree you are wrong" post. This is me as a long time fan of the franchise giving my honest opinion on how I feel about these aspects of the game and why I think they are the way they are and what I think could be improved and what I think works as is. I don't think Fire Emblem or InSys are gonna go be "diluting" themselves if they don't make these improvements, nor do I think someone who has different interests in how the support system should be implemented is wrong. I'm just a fan with an opinion.

So Fire Emblem's support system has been with us since FE4 in a primordial state, but its modern day form really started in FE6. While entries after that varied in terms of things added to it, it was around Awakening with the franchise on dire straights did making it so every character could support and marry for their prime future baby. This pairing mechanic brought on a bunch of new fans that enabled them to get a bunch of character interactions that resulted in loads of content for fans to then take into transformative properties. But the thing is that a lot of Awakening worked in context. What was assumed to be the last FE means its flaws were less evident and were built with the child mechanic in mind.

Now, Awakening's supports are seen as okay supports plagued with a bunch of redundancies due to the fact that one character interacting with everyone character can only produce so much dialogue. That and each support's length could also lead to loads of padding. The child units were also discarded after Fates basically proved that the mechanic without some proper context can feel more intrusive. But that still leaves us with games with many many characters and a lot of interactions.

The criticism of modern FE Supports can vary but the general points are

Too many characters

Too much repetition in interactions

Length of each support

Separated from the events of the narrative

The supports themselves are just poorly written

This is also not ignoring the ways this has been shaken up like Shadows of Valentia's use of memory fragments, the base conversations of the Tellius games, the monastery scene of Three Houses etc. So any discussion of how these support systems could be improved often calls back to other variations of the support system. And that's at least how we will be trying to examine FE's support system, using its other systems and variants for reference and comparison.

So firstly, I think the stance people take on this will actually be different depending on what aspect of the game you value most. If you are a gameplay fiend your focus will be more on integrating supports into the gameplay the way a Persona game might. If you are a more narrative fan of Fire Emblem you would more take the stance that the supports are relevant and reactive to the plot. And if you're a character fan, you likely want the content of the supports to be plentiful but endearing to the characters. So I want to at least establish that where you fall on how supports are implemented will be of personal preference.

As this is my post, my personal stance is Fire Emblem is a narrative game with supports acting as ways to elevate the characters. As such, that is why I feel confident in saying that I am personally not a fan of the idea of making every FE character support relevant to the narrative. The narrative is important to me, but critical world building and character motives shouldn't just be buried in the supports or battle conversations. I shouldn't need to play with certain character combinations to find out vital information for the plot you are writing. In my personal opinion, the best remedy for this was the creation of the base convos. These were interactions the played out when certain conditions were met at certain points in the story.

This had allowed for a lot of side characters to feel as they had some relevance even if they weren't plot relevant. To contribute to how far along this journey has been and how a map scenario may relate to them. A small version of this was done in Garreg Mach Monastery where each chapter would allow for Byleth to walk around the hub world and speak with characters who would provide their thoughts on the previous chapter or what might be coming in the next chapter. These weren't as long as base convos, much shorter. But it still gave the idea of everyone contributing a new insight. That said, as much as I think base convos are good in games like FE9, they should not be a replacement for the current support system but rather an enhancement. These I would consider as narrative moments that often hinge on events that happened in the narrative. With character commenting and interacting off of it. But I feel that if we were to remove the support system and only have base convos we would be distancing a lot of the casual fans of FE who want to see characters interact, but not always as serious. And because FE is often a war story franchise, the tone of base convos are often serious in subject matter.

With Engage and the implementation of the somniel and even walking around defeated battlefields, I actually really would have liked base convos to be implemented this way. Perhaps after a battle you may be able to walk around a camp and see an indicator of who you can talk to about an event that just happened that would trigger a more fleshed out cutscene. I say camp, because while I appreciate the monastery, but one of the issues I have is that it is a stationary location and makes FE not so much a journey but rather just able to fast travel to certain conflicts. Making the world feel smaller and repetitive.

Most likely than not, you will not unlock every support in game on your first try. This to me adds replayability and an incentive to grind with characters you may not regularly use. However, in the case of base convos, unlocking them often hinges on them just being alive at the time. So if you were someone like me who impulsively starts over even on casual mode to not lose a character, when you see all base convos, you have seen them all. You can only walk around the Monastery and ask Sylvain what he thinks about fighting Miklan only so many playthroughs before you just don't bother. The replayability will then come from difficulty spikes and not character or story incentives. So I do believe base convos should return but as an enhancement not a replacement.

(Some may suggest that one could implement a support system lock like FE3H did with its time skips, but that suffered from an issue of not accounting for everything interaction when the time skip happened. So it actually feels very bizarre to watch Ashe and Petra have a lunch time excursion in Faerghus when the country is apparently under occupation. So I think weaving supports with narrative dependency for some supports but not others will actually be more confusing.)

In fact I daresay, supports that are disconnected could actually add levity. Mia and Ilyana's support is almost completely comedic, and it feels more endearing than watch the two of them brood over Daein and Crimea.

Speaking of repetition, lets talk about support redundancy. This is part of another issue in FE's supports which we will get into, but let me at least try to establish what people mean by redundant. I find saying FE characters are "too anime" rather lazy and dismissive. At their core a lot of side FE characters are stock characters with some limited traits. So when you hear Sully talking about working out, or Rosado's obsession with cute things, or Raphael loving food, a lot of the supports they have can come back to or revolve around these topics. And when you have games with the other issue of many many characters hearing them have these convos around these topics again and again can be very boring.

Some could say that this is an easy fix by simply reducing the number of characters. Focus more on say the size of a persona cast. Well the difference is that FE is a tactical RPG with permadeath while Persona is an RPG with a focus on time management. The smaller sized cast benefits the player in ways that help them interact with every character, but not having to worry about one becoming unplayable after you spend a lot of time on one. FE however as a tactical RPG where the mass amount of characters is so you have options to solve strategic map scenarios. Reducing the number of characters to only plot relevant ones would be very difficult. Hypotethically, if we reduced Engage to the characters who have to be around for the plot that only leaves you with Alear, Vander, Clanne, Framme, Mauvier, Veyle, Alfred, Ivy, Diamant, and Timerra. Not exactly a plethora of options for making interesting maps.

Now InSys seems to have begun implementing changes to this already. No longer are we going full Awakening or Fates with supports. Supports are much more limited in scope but not quite as anemic a line up as Shadows of Valentia did with who could support who. 3H and Engage have honestly made far more strides in lowering the number of supports and honing in on who may be relevant for a character to interact with and who outside of that circle could they interact with. Three Houses often relies on the house members each being to support each other with maybe one or two students from other houses or the monastery staff. Engage seems largely to focus on characters from countries having the same interactions with a few from others. This is a good thing, honestly if we were to get a remake of Radiant Dawn, I would love for something similar to be implemented between the Ike, Elincia, and Micaiah casts with some crossover supports when you get to the back half of that game.

So if this is already something InSys is improving, why is it something people are still critical of? Well I think what some may miss is that even if we compact a cast to more manageable interactions, that still leaves the interactions themselves.

Remember how I said Fire Emblem characters are stock characters with some limited traits? Well that is often done with identifiability. When you meet L'Arachel as a holy women but she has a snotty attitude or Sylvain the noble who hits on every woman, its done so you can recognize this character. But when you get into their supports, you often see that there might be reasons for why they act this way or it makes them more fleshed out and rounded characters than how they may seem at face value. This is where I think some Fates fans will often argue that Nohr's cast is very compelling in their supports even if the game's narrative had made many come off as one note. But you can see the flippside with Engage where its supports are more manageable, people didn't think supports were elevating the characters in ways that you had known them. That's not to say all of them, Yunaka is a stand outing how her supports both inform her as a non plot relevant character but also endear her to the audience. This to me is a sign that supports will ultimately be cases of writing. And there can just be poor writing and utilization of characters. This can also hinge on context as well as 3H has recruitment of characters far different from any FE game and just hands you your house with the expectation your interactions with them will make you learn more about them rather than just playing and recruiting on a quest like some may want.

I may have been a bit snide to Shadows of Valentia as even by the account of wanting less quantity of supports, I still found it almost too small. But even then some of the supports are the best in the franchise. Particularly Python and Clive's. But I don't think this was good because SoV had less character supports, I think it was good because the writers had looked at this pairing of characters and what each one was about and what depths could the reveal about each character. I would very much like to see that for a majority of supports.

Last point is length, and honestly we've seen this improved with games like 3H. Some supports can just be short. In fact some people can have only two support chains. Honestly, just doing more of that would've probably led to less issues overall and hope for that to cut down on padding.

So with all this in mind, what is my final take away. Well I ultimately think it comes back to what I usually want out of a Fire Emblem game. The narrative should be all there in the campaign with characters arcs for plot relevant characters, but the supports should be used as a way to enhance these units. Adding dimensions to characters who ultimately don't factor into the plot as a whole. I think 3H did make a lot of these improvements particularly because it was made with the social aspect in mind with that game practically carried by all of its characters and their depths. But I did feel as the narrative of 3H had suffered and wasn't all that tight. Post Engage, I think we are seeing a system I'd like to maintain, but I think what was lost was some of the added depths to cast members that supports can provide as well. Yes, Engage was made with a lot of celebratory fun in mind so it wasn't all that serious, but it would be nice to get more Yunakas and Pandreos in that case than say Ambers. Another aspect is the pairing, and I really hope that pairing characters without the need for child units returns as well.

I am all for the return of base convos like FE9, but I don't think it should be a replacement. Again it is another form of enhancement not replacement for supports. I think completely junking supports in favor of the base convos would be a bad idea especially with newer fans of the franchise. Overall, FE supports I feel are where they should be, but there are plenty of minor tweaks that could be implemented, if just more utilization of the characters beyond their face value.

[pomplalamoose]

Heyy!! Whenever you have the time could we please get some hoth luke and SO hc’s??💗

I had sooo much fun with this and as always thank you for your ask, anon! I hope you like it as much as I do <33

To all the other lovely people who sent me asks: I will do my best to answer them as soon as I can, though please be patient with me because my next few days will be very busy :(

• going forward we will just ignore the fact that the Rebellion doesn't stay on Hoth for long, that Luke gets kidnapped and nearly eaten and then simply disappears after the Empire's attack

• because this planet has the absolute best requirements for a romantic setting 

• I mean we have an icy climate, cramped accomodations and relatively high spirits among the people 

• the Empire is momentarily defeated, the Death Star destroyed and the Rebellion has found a new base

• nobody can tell me there aren't hook ups happening and relationships emerging all over the place

• if Luke and you weren't familiar with each other before, now is the chance to get to know him

• if one or both of you were already interested, now is the time to make a move

• and I'm sure Luke will

• he's head strong and straight forward and nobody knows when the Empire will discover your hiding place 

• neither of you have much time so if he sees a chance, he'll take it 

• (see also my ESB Luke headcanons)

• I haven't quite made up my mind on how he would approach you but I have some ideas

• maybe he offers to show you his X-Wing or the Falcon 

• I'm not sure if Han would agree with that though but Luke doesn't really care, he has a very pretty person to impress and will sneak you on board if he has to

• it's hard for everyone on Hoth but especially for Luke who grew up on a desert planet 

• of course it's cold in space too and I'm sure it took some time for him to get used to that as well but this current situation is a different level 

• I see him awkwardly waiting nearby for a chance to engage you in conversation about the weather 

• (cut him some slack, he's still practicing his flirting skills)

• if you so much as shiver he jumps at the opportunity to take off his jacket and wrap it around your shoulders to be close to you, even if it's just for a little moment 

• he thinks he's so smooth with it too

• when he bends towards you he's hit with your lovely smell and frantically tries to come up with a plan to get to know you further

• suddenly he wants nothing more than to bury his nose in your hair or in the crook of your neck 

• he also makes a mental note for later to ask what kind of perfume you're wearing/ which shampoo you use so he can get it for you as a present

• (in his mind you're basically married already)

• he'll realize then, that offering his clothes was a stupid idea because now HE'S even colder 

• he refuses to say a single word about it though 

• (he can't just take it back like that, not now when you just started to develope some color in your cheeks!)

• until his lips turn blue and his jaw hurts from keeping his teeth from chattering 

• only when you ask him if he's okay, will he suddenly "remember" how cold it is and then invite you to have a hot beverage (I'd like to say tea but I don't know if they have tea) with him 

• if he's feeling especially bold he'll invite you to his room 

• maybe, when he's in a rowdy mood and a little adventurous, he'll tease you a bit (a lot)

• never to a point where you get overly annoyed or your feelings hurt, it's always obvious he took a liking to you and wants your attention 

• however he immensely enjoys when you call out his name in a frustrated manner in your clear voice or swat his hand away

• because then there's always a chance he can intertwine your fingers and hold your hand until you give him a look™ and he laughingly withdraws 

• strategically he'll find out what gets the highest rise out of you and then shamelessly exploits it 

• I see him sneaking up on you from behind and all of a sudden slinging his arms around your waist to lift you up and spin you around

• sometimes he waits around a corner and then jumps at you when you go past

• he makes sure to sit next to you during meals or other gatherings so he can poke your nose/forehead with his finger 

• he likes to gently squeeze your cheeks 

• a personal favorite of his is sitting behind you and then lightly pulling your hair until you whip around indignantly  

• (your anger immediately deflates when you see the way he's beaming at you)

• because of this he loves it when you wear a ponytail or a simple braid down your back

• he's definitely one to return from the outside with ice cold hands and then go looking for you to touch them to your neck

• he'll throw snowballs at you to start a snowball fight and nobody can convince me otherwise 

• sometimes it works and he uses the opportunity to come close enough for a potential kiss 

• and, if the situation is fitting and you are both giddy with laughter, he'll press a quick and breathless peck to your cheek 

Also have some quick little extra headcanons and ideas:

• Luke asks about snow on your home planet and you tell him about snowmen

• he's immediately on board to build one (or several) with you 

• imagine introducing him to making a snow angel 

• you take many stupid pictures together, one depicting you and Luke both wearing his jacket, with your back to his chest and the zipper shut tightly over your front

• (your feet hover in the air because he's so much taller than you)

• he'd lend you his hat and then make fun of you for it being way too big

• Luke is that person that complains about getting in the shower when it's cold outside and once he gets over it he doesn't want to leave anymore 

• his feet and nose are always cold on Hoth which makes sharing a bed with him less cozy than it would be normally

[chuplayswithfire]

i made the bulk of this post a while back in a multi post comment thread, but want it on its own standalone post ✌️

So here's the thing. It is certainly possible that Ed does know that Stede is actively married (with living children!) in season 1, but I think there's an equal possibility, if not that it's even more possible, that he doesn't, and here's why:

The only explanation for Stede being a perfectly wealthy gentleman pirate while having a current, non ex-wife and children on land is that he ditched them. Completely abandoned his family to go off and be a pirate. This would be, as many of us have noted, a real dick move. Walking out on your wife and kids tk go off to be a pirate and telling everyone you meet your name and tying yourself and said name which said wife and children share to a legacy of violent criminal activity, would be, kind of, a real dick move. It's a very uncharitable assumption to make.

And Ed?

Ed really likes Stede. He admires him. Thinks he has his shit together, thinks he's brilliant and cool and kind and a good person. Ed and Stede both have each other on pedestals in season 1, and maybe it's just me, but I think finding lut Stede's a deadbeat dad who walked out on his wife would have taken Stede off the pedestal and safely on the ground of regular joe that Ed doesn't have to feel is totally out of his league.

Now, looking at the show - it's alsl completely plausible that Ed wouldn't know that Stede has a wife and kids he abandoned when you consider that Stede never uses the word wife at all in his conversations with Ed (I'm not sure if he mentions a wife or children at all, to anyone. The only time it comes up is with the Badmintons, who already knew of Stede's family). He says that he was supposed to be a lighthouse to his family and that he failed them. Talking aloud in his sleep, he says Mary's name and that "we were just playing pirates".

Stede has pictures of the children on his mantle, but not a family portrait, and again he specifically says that he failed his family. Failure can mean many things. Ed assuming it means that Stede abandoned his perfectly fine and alive wife and children to be a pirate would be the most uncharitable option, especially because it's completely at odds with the persona of Stede that Ed is familiar with. The Gentleman Pirate is Mr. Talk It Through. Mr. You Wear Fine Things Well. Mr. Obvious Regret About His Family.

Stede's line delivery and the actual wording of it - that he failed his family - in this case, it honestly sounds more like his family is dead and Stede is a widower than that they're all perfectly alive and in good health at home and Stede's just walked out on them.

Not to mention, family can also mean a lot of things. Mary can be a wife's name - it can also be a sister's name, a cousin's name, a sister in law's name. Ed does have the famous line - "Who's this Mary then?" - but he notably doesn't follow up when Stede is awake, and considering it would be a major step in their understanding of each other, I have to assume that if Stede spoke about Mary, Louis, and Alma in any detail, we would see it onscreen, like every other major development in their relationship.

But I really don't think they had anything close to a talk about it, and here's why:

Abandoning Mary and his children is the guilt at the heart of Stede throughout the entire first season, it's the choice he made that he doesn't regret but knows he handled himself poorly in. It's the guilt he needs to confront to move forward, and he doesn't do that until episode 10. If Stede had been able to discuss in any detail who Mary was to him, or the fact that he has children that he's abandoned, he would have had to tell Ed why - which is that the life of a gentleman never suited him, that he's felt rejected and unwanted all his life, that he felt rejected, unneeded, and unwanted even in his own family and that's the kind of emotional vulnerability that Stede has only displayed in life or death situations in the entire show.

If Stede had talked about those things, they wouldn't hit so hard when the Badmintons hammer it home. Chauncey saying Stede ruined his family wouldn't be so hard hitting if Stede hadn't been refusing to process that his leaving might have had an impact on Mary, Alma, and Louis. If Ed knew Stede had a family he had abandoned, it would mean that Stede had talked about abandoning his family, and Ed would have almost certainly asked why.

A big reason the events of episode 9 and 10 hit so hard is that Stede and Ed are carried forward on the power of getting each other, of having similar ideas and minds, of wanting the same things and having similar baggage, and running away with that feeling without having the necessary, hard conversations. The affection and love are real, but the ability to be willingly vulnerable without triggers or tragedy isn't. That's why episode 7 is about Stede trying to use treasure hunt to keep Ed's attention instead of just saying he doesn't want him to go. It's why they have a disastrous miscommunication in episode 8.

It's why the kiss feels so powerful, because Ed tells Stede that this has all made him happy, that Stede makes him happy, and neither of them is having a breakdown or facing death to spark it.

So yeah, it's very probable that Ed didn't know Stede had a living family that he abandoned for the same reason Stede doesn't know the real significance of Ed's red silk. The explanation is a conversation they haven't had yet, because it would represent a level of willful unburdening that they haven't yet reached.

In season one, they fall in love, but poor communication and emotional baggage tear them apart. Stede finally talks it through and unburdens himself from the act that's weighed him down all season. It makes more sense than it doesn't that Ed wouldn't be aware of that baggage just yet; this is a romance, based heavily in romance pacing and tropes. That kind of unburdening between the romantic leads is a classic second act obstacle - they have to find their way back to each other, and share the truth of themselves. For Stede that's the truth about his insecurities, which are the real reason he left Ed, and which the whole abandonment of his family absolutely plays a role. For Ed, it's going to be that his own self hatred, his guilt, the way he believes people like him don't deserve fine things.

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

Just Like You

Hi friends! Normally my author's note goes below the fic info, but this is a very special fic to make a very special announcement 💚

You may have noticed I've been a bit less active lately. There's a specific reason for that... hubby and I are expecting a baby! I've been completely exhausted and often nauseated for weeks, which has made it challenging to get my writing in, because all I've wanted to do is sleep 😂 But everything is going very well, and we're so excited to be starting a family 💚🥰

You may be wondering what that means for future posts from me. I fully intend to continue writing, even after baby comes and our lives get a little crazier. It will just probably not be as frequently as you've gotten used to from me. I'm hoping to get through most of my current prompts before baby comes (since some of them are from six months ago now 😅 sorry for the lengthy wait!)

So, without further ado, please enjoy some purely self-indulgent, domestic Loki fluff. 😊

Word count: 3,300

Pairing: Loki x female reader (established relationship or married, up for interpretation)

Warnings: Pregnant reader/pregnancy TW, a bit of spice but all SFW

It had been one of those days. Those long, never-ending days where you never found a spare moment to sit down and take a deep breath. Where everyone needed something from you, and they all wanted to be your number one priority simultaneously.

Add in the fact that you were twenty weeks pregnant, and it made for one hell of a day at work.

The moment you pulled into your driveway and put the car in park, you breathed a huge sigh of relief. Home. You were finally home. Already, some of the stress began melting away as you trod up the walkway to your front door. Finally, you could stop fretting over taking care of everyone else, and focus on taking care of you and your baby for a change.

As you stepped inside, you were greeted almost immediately by the sight of the dark-haired, handsome demigod who held your heart. You allowed him to wrap you up in the comfort of his embrace, breathing in the scent of him as he pressed his lips to your forehead, your nose, and finally your lips.

"How was your day, love?"

"Exhausting," you sighed, kicking off your shoes and relishing in the cool feeling of the hardwood floor through your socks against your tired feet. "We were down a nurse today, so we were persistently behind schedule from the first hour."

"Well - there's a warm bath drawn for you upstairs. Why don't you go relax? I'll get started on dinner."

You smiled appreciatively. "You're too good to me. Thank you, Loki." With one more kiss, you headed upstairs to wash up before dinner.

It was hard to believe that the pair of you didn't get along when you first met. Your friend Jane Foster had begged you to go on a double date with her so Thor's brother would have a date for the evening. You'd assumed the reason she'd asked was because Loki was seeking a relationship with someone, but he was so aloof and distant with you throughout the entire night, you simply assumed he wasn't interested in you. It wasn't until the two demigods were walking you back to Jane's house that you and Loki actually had a conversation. As it turned out, Thor had coerced Loki into going out with him without providing the full details. He was so intrigued by the concept of a 'blind date' when Jane had recently explained it to him that he decided he wanted to see one. Who better to throw into his little experiment than his little brother?

Once the two of you actually started talking, you realized his stoic personality was just a shield. With his defenses lowered a bit, Loki was actually quite witty and fun to talk to. You agreed to another date in secret, not wanting to admit to Thor or Jane that they'd actually succeeded in setting the two of you up. One date led to two, then to four, and before long you were in an official steady relationship with the God of Mischief.

Being with Loki was an absolute joy. As your feelings for one another blossomed, he gradually began to show you more of his soft side. You felt privileged to get to see the normally surly Prince of Asgard show such tenderness. Not a soul besides you had the fortune of being the subject of such doting affection from this mighty being. His devotion had only grown tenfold since the moment you told him you were carrying his child. It was overwhelming at times, but you wouldn't trade him for the world.

The bath water was exactly the right temperature. You suspected there must be magic at play for it to have stayed so warm for so long. Slowly, you peeled off your scrubs and let them drop to the bathroom floor, glad to be free from the stiff fabric of your work uniform. You caught sight of yourself in the mirror, then. It was still startling to you to see your rounded belly when you looked at your reflection. Your scrubs still hid it fairly well, only because you'd purchased some larger tops to compensate for your expanding abdomen. But stripped down like this, it was plain to see - you were pregnant. You were growing a baby. A miniature human, who one day would look and act just like you and the wonderful (but mischievous) god standing in your kitchen. It was still difficult to wrap your head around.

As wonderful as the water felt on your tired muscles, you couldn’t help but feel a bit restless knowing Loki was downstairs cooking while you were just lying there in your bath water. Knowing very well he’d scold you for not taking your time, you finished cleansing yourself and carefully climbed out of the bath to dry off anyway. You pulled on an old set of pajamas from the top of your clean laundry pile before making your way back to the kitchen to rejoin Loki.

The smell was intoxicating before you’d even reached the doorway. Only weeks ago, this sort of fragrant meal would have made your stomach churn. Now that you were in your second trimester, you felt much less nauseous and, consequently, much hungrier than before. No longer did you have to live on a diet of crackers and ginger ale. You were elated to be able to eat what you liked again, and Loki was simply relieved to see you feeling better.

The lanky, dark-haired god was standing at the stove when you entered, his back toward you as he sautéed something in a skillet over the burner. You knew the vigilant Asgardian wasn’t easily startled, but you were cautious anyway as you approached him from behind and slipped your arms around his waist. A hum of appreciation rumbled in his chest.

“You’re supposed to be relaxing, love.”

“I know. I missed you too much.” You leaned your forehead against his shoulder, squeezing him a bit tighter. He chuckled warmly, turning off the burner and turning around in your arms to face you.

“Perhaps next time I should join you, then?” He wrapped his arms around you to return your embrace, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

“Mm. Maybe you should.”

He growled playfully, hand slipping lower to squeeze playfully at your bottom through your old pajama pants for just a moment before returning to his task of making dinner. “Go on - let me finish cooking before you try to ensnare me with your charm, my little enchantress. Out with you.”

Reluctantly, you left the kitchen to set the dining room table for the two of you, taking a seat and awaiting your meal as you were told. It was only a few more minutes before Loki joined you in the dining room, placing the dinner platter down with a dramatic flourish that made you laugh.

Dinner was as wonderful as you’d expected. While you ate, Loki asked you more about your day at work, and you asked him about what he’d been up to while you were away. Despite your protesting, he refused to allow you to do the dishes after dinner, shooing you off to the bedroom to relax while he took care of them himself. With a half-hearted glare, you dragged your feet as you headed back to your shared bedroom.

The blankets were soft and inviting. You lay down atop the comforter and leaned your head and shoulders back against a couple pillows propped against the headboard, letting your eyes slip closed. You knew you weren’t quite ready to fall asleep yet, but just the feeling of shutting your eyes and letting yourself be still was enough.

It was impossible to say exactly how long you were lying there awaiting your lover's return. A prickling sensation - that inexplicable feeling of someone watching you - was what made you open your eyes. Sure enough, there stood Loki in the doorway. His normally aquamarine-colored eyes darkened as they roamed over your body - a hungry, frenetic adoration etched across his features as he took in the sight of you. You, in your old, frayed pajama bottoms and your fitted cotton T-shirt, with damp hair and not an ounce of makeup on your face. The intensity of his gaze brought a blaze of heat to your cheeks.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you questioned, fighting back a bashful grin. He merely smiled - that sly, seductive grin of his that still made you weak in the knees even after all this time together.

"My queen," he hummed, voice dripping with reverence. "You are absolutely breathtaking."

"I'm in my pajamas!"

A breathy laugh puffed through his nose as he shook his head, as though appalled by your indifference to your own appearance. "Have you any idea how captivating... how absolutely radiant you look carrying our child?"

Your eyes flitted down to your swollen belly. "But Loki... I'm... round."

With only a few powerful strides, he'd crossed from the doorway to the foot of the bed, leaning forward with his hands pressed against the mattress as he gazed at you. "You are ravishing." He slid his palms forward to rest beside your ankles, climbing up onto the bed on his hands and knees. "Exquisite." Slowly, fervently, he crawled up toward the head of the bed, hovering over your form. "Breathtaking. Positively unparalleled. Shall I go on?"

"Loki..." you whined, the entirety of your face set ablaze by his silver-tongued complements.

"Don't you dare try to disagree with me, darling. It's not up for debate."

"But- mmpf!"

He silenced your protests with his lips against yours, his hand sliding around the back of your neck to tangle his fingers in your still-wet hair while he held his weight up on his other palm. Your eyes fluttered closed as you allowed him to kiss you, falling into the familiar, passionate rhythm of your lips moving against his. Loki had a way of stealing your breath away, and yet simultaneously he breathed life into you with every kiss.

When he at last pulled away from your lips, he pressed his forehead to yours for a moment, eyes closed as he simply breathed in the scent of you. Then, he sat up and shifted to kneel beside you on the bed.

"How are you feeling now, my queen?"

"Much more relaxed, thank you." You smiled appreciatively, shifting to sit up a bit more against the pillows leaned on your headboard.

"Be honest with me, darling. You must be tired."

"Actually... I've felt pretty good the last few weeks. I've got much more energy now." Loki raised his eyebrows, tilting his chin down with a skeptical look that made you laugh. "Alright - my feet are a little sore from standing all day. Are you satisfied that I'm not withholding any of my pregnancy woes from you now?"

"Yes, I am." He shifted further down toward the foot of the bed, his hand clasping around one of your ankles to lift it into his lap.

"No, none of that, Loki - you've taken care of me far more than you need to today-"

"I'll not hear another word. Allow me to dote on the mother of my child."

You opened your mouth to protest, but he silenced you once again as he grasped your foot with his free hand and applied pressure with his thumb along the arch of your foot. A breathy sigh escaped your lips as your muscles relaxed under his tender touch. A self-assured smirk crossed his lips as he watched you melt against the pillows.

"Is this so terrible? Permitting me to care for you so?" he asked teasingly, massaging firm circles along the bottom of your foot. You hummed in response.

"I'll... allow it. This time."

Loki chuckled under his breath as he continued to work the tension out of your sore feet. You let your eyes slip closed, simply enjoying the feeling of his thumbs rubbing your tired soles. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you for a while. Perhaps you even fell asleep for a moment or two, but you couldn't be sure.

"Feeling better now, darling?" His rumbling voice brought you out of your trance. You opened your eyes to meet his, a sleepy smile spreading across your lips.

"Mm. Thank you, Loki."

"My pleasure."

You laughed a little, grinning cheekily at him. "We'll have to have another child after this one - it's nice having you doting on me like this."

"Love - if you want a massage, you simply need to ask for it," he teased, skittering his fingers along your foot in his lap. You squeaked, making to pull your foot away from the mischievous god but failing as his hand tightened around your ankle.

"Oh-ho, no. Don't you even think about it," you chastised, knowing very well you didn't sound the least bit serious as you'd already started giggling. A devilish smirk crossed his features as he began scribbling along the sole of your foot.

"It's been quite some time since I've had such a splendid opportunity fall right into my lap. Literally."

He wasn't wrong. With the first trimester morning sickness and exhaustion, you were hardly in the mood to do much of anything. You adored this playfulness in your relationship - the teasing, the jesting, the occasional tickle fight here and there... it was all such fun. Truthfully, you'd missed it.

"Lohoki you mehenace! I will- n-no, don't you daHARE!" Giggles turned to laughter as he scratched with just two fingers just below the ball of your foot - a trigger spot he'd known of for ages that he loved to use against you.

"What was that, darling? I couldn't understand you, giggling like that."

"LOHOKI!" You sat up with some difficulty, reaching for his hands to still them and attempt to free your foot. His gaze darted up to meet yours, eyes flashing with mischief as he released your ankle and suddenly clambered to kneel over you.

"Laughter is a wonderful stress reliever, you know. I believe you could use more of it." His hands shot out to your sides, gently kneading and wriggling his fingertips up your ribs. A giggly screech burst from your lips, and you flopped back against the pillows while grasping weakly at Loki's wrists in a helpless, half-hearted attempt to push his hands away. "You see? You seem much more relaxed now, love."

"AM NOHOHOT!" You threw your head back and released unbridled laughter as his fingertips dug into the very middle of your ribcage on either side, another weak spot he adored exploiting. "L-AHAH-LOHOKI P-PLEHEASE!"

"I'd nearly forgotten how ticklish you are, darling," he chuckled affectionately, fluttering his fingers down your sides. "What about this? Are you still just as ticklish here?"

"N- OHOKAY, YEHES!" His fingertips danced gently along the curvature of your belly, scratching and skittering across the stretched skin. In truth, it was worse than before you were pregnant - his maddeningly gentle touch had you shaking with ticklish laughter. You grasped at his hands, trying to lace your fingers between his to cease his attack as he expertly evaded your defenses.

And then, you felt it.

A tiny kick, barely a muscle twitch but still undeniable, bubbled inside your belly. You gasped, eyes wide, which immediately prompted Loki's hands to still against your belly and a worried look to shadow his face.

"Did I hurt you? Are you alright?"

"It's the baby!" You smiled excitedly, laying your hands over his and guiding them to the spot you'd felt the movement just below your navel. "Hold still - maybe it'll happen again!"

The pair of you remained motionless, holding your breaths as you waited for another kick. Then, Loki's entire face lit up as another twitch pressed against your belly.

"Did you feel it??"

"I felt it!" A sparkling sheen of joyful tears clouded over his eyes. Your own vision blurred as you observed the pure elation play out on Loki's face. He grasped the hem of your T-shirt, gazing at you hopefully. "May I?"

"Go on," you urged, nodding. He gently slid the hem of your shirt up to your ribs, exposing the skin of your rounded belly. Ducking his head down closer, he began to whisper to the child growing inside you.

"You have made me the happiest being in all the Nine Realms, my love." His voice was heavy, laden with euphoric emotion as he spoke to his child for the first time. "I swear to you that I will care for you more than any father has cared for a child before."

A watery smile tugged at your lips. You squeezed his hand in yours, heart fluttering as he beamed up at you. He looked back to your belly, ducking his head to press the sweetest kiss to your skin.

"I would lay down my life to protect you from harm, my son," he whispered, his lips moving against your belly. You couldn't help but giggle at the vibration of his voice, and it didn't go unnoticed. Flashing you a grin, he began to press gentle, ticklish kisses along the taut skin of your belly.

"Lohohoki, thahat tickles!"

"Mm, does it?" He didn't bother to lift his head, speaking ticklishly against your belly now that he knew. In response, the baby kicked once again, this time a bit more forcefully than before. Loki lifted his head, his eyes filled with joy. "I think the baby likes your laughter as well."

"Noho, he juhust- ahahah Lohoki!!" His fingers began scratching at your sides as he lowered his lips to your belly once again, scattering reverent kisses just below your navel. As unbearably ticklish as the sensation was, you couldn't bring yourself to really push him away. You absolutely adored seeing how infatuated he already had become with your unborn child. The way his eyes sparkled with every tiny kick.

"You know, darling - I agree with your prior suggestion. We should have another child someday. This is quite enjoyable."

"Sahays yohou!"

He tsk'd at you playfully, scratching lightly across the surface of your belly where your laughter pitched up in volume. "I think the baby would agree with me as well."

Loki tormented your belly for a few more moments, finally relenting in his tickle attack and shifting to lie down beside you. His hand found your belly once again, this time resting firmly against the curve of your skin as you released residual giggles. You turned slightly onto your side to face your lover, his hand remaining in place against your skin.

"What are you thinking, Loki?" you whispered gently.

"I suppose... I'm just thinking of how fortunate our child will be to have you for a mother."

Tears blurred your vision as you smiled at him. "He'll be just as lucky to have you as a father."

"I certainly hope so."

You wrapped your arm around his waist, pulling yourself closer to him and resting your forehead against his chest. "I know so. He'll be just as smart and cunning and mischievous as his father."

Loki let out a breathy laugh through his nose. "Are you sure you want a child as mischievous as I was?"

"What fun is life without a bit of mischief?"

He hummed thoughtfully, pressing his lips to your forehead. "Then I hope you're prepared for our little troublemaker. He'll certainly be a handful."

"I have faith in us," you assured, tilting your head back to gaze into his eyes. "We'll take on the challenge together."

"I do love a challenge."

Loki ducked his head to capture your lips with his once again. And this time, you didn't let him pull away until you were breathless and pleasantly dizzy.

Even when the baby started kicking once again.