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priniya · 4 months

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hii can i request jameson hawthorne x fem reader who is kind of like his aunts or grandfathers intern? ans j like them w a super flirty relationship and tension. ty!!

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pairing. jameson hawthorne x intern!reader

summary. jameson’s life seems to get undeniably more boring than ever and alisa comes with a rescue.

author’s note. i LOVE jameson hawthorne. i felt like i needed to say that. idk if this is flirty enough but i hope u like it <3 thank u so much for the req, i love my boyfriend 🫶 not proofread! i wrote it at night so might be lots of typos or grammar mistakes 👎👎

EVERYTHING WAS BORING, college was boring, annoying grayson was boring, which truthfully made jameson feel as boring as ever. it almost felt as if his life lost its true meaning. it reached the point, where avery would poke fun at him, saying things like nana probably threw a spell on you, or look at that, jameson hawthorne has nothing to do, the world is ending, which was, well… amusing, although he couldn’t admit it.

jameson’s life was getting more and more monotonous each day and for the first time, he didn’t know what to do with it. there was no thrill, no adrenaline rushing through his veins, nothing — and as a certified middle child, he was going absolutely crazy, becoming almost insufferable. xander thought it was funny, seeing him all worked up, but not at all at the same time.

it would go on until alisa brought an intern, who — as it turned out later — was the girl he met on a trip to tuscany during his gap year. someone he had an incredible connection with, but back then, jameson didn’t want any strings attached, which… resulted in a wave of regret, because he couldn’t let himself get your name.

hawthorne could feel his throat getting dry as his eyes scanned your outfit. the light beige shirt with the top button undone, so it wouldn’t suffocate you, the pencil skirt hugging your hips and thighs, exposing your legs almost perfectly. if he was even more unhinged than he usually is, he would probably had his mouth full of foam.

what was even worse than the outfit, which made him extremely feral, was that you didn’t even flinch when alisa introduced you and your eyes fell upon him. maybe he was wrong and mistook you for the tuscany girl? maybe you were just a random girl, who looked incredibly attractive in her work attire, that looked extremely similar to other girl he met in italy? so many questions, yet so little answers.

a long sigh has left your lips, the second you ran your face with cold water. of course, your luck had to bring you to the house of the guy you spent the best month of your life with. how was that even possible? neither of you had ever believed in the ‘we’ll meet again if we’re meant to be’ type of thing. you always said that life is made by coincidences, nothing is ever planned for you beforehand and as long as you’ve the money, no one will care what you’re doing. but here you were, in his house, wearing pieces of clothing you wouldn’t wear if you knew, feeling like a crap from pulling an all nighter the night before.

jameson winchester hawthorne has looked as good as you remembered him. dark, velvet dress shirt embracing his toned stomach and muscular arms that once (or twice) were wrapped around you. though, after all this time, he still wore the rings you bought him, which made your heart race.

you genuinely thought that the racing of your heart would stop after some time, especially since the internship at mcnamara, oren and jones had you spending an excruciating amount of time in the hawthorne house with jameson always being somewhere around. he’d often find you in the hallway, hardly ever exchanging more than few words, though always making sure to brush against your skin slightly.

“you’re agitating.” you muttered, when his back leaned against the counter, while you were fixing yourself a coffee, which unlike at the company, was truly amazing. “don’t have anything better to do?”

“c’mon, yn.” he sighed almost playfully, rolling his eyes at you. “can’t even crack a smile for me?” jameson’s tone coated your mind, sending a warm wave to your cheeks. it was the most thrilling thing to him these last couple weeks. seeing you get so flustered over the smallest act gave him the same feeling like when he cliff dived.

“i’m working, jameson.” the way his name rolled off your tongue made him smile. “it’s not tuscany. i need to get stuff done.”

“you remember tuscany, huh?”

this man was driving you insane. the way he smirked at you, the way his words had such an effect on you, the way he always knew what to say to make you flustered. “you’re such an idiot.” was all you said about his last comment, rolling your eyes at him as you noticed the red lipstick stain on the white mug.

YOU COULDN’T REALLY PINPOINT THE MOMENT when the strictly–formal conversations with the hawthorne brothers and grambs sisters became so casual. you couldn’t wait for the hawthorne days as you called them, when you could leave the bureau and the paperwork to join alisa with whatever she was doing there. most of the time, xander would steal you away to ask you the stupidest questions about law enforcement and law in general just to leave you fifteen minutes later.

as much as you tried to push jameson away to not raise any suspicions of the history you had, he was irresistible. always making sure to tease you in some kind of way. unfortunately or not, you started caving in, just like he predicted.

before you know it, your thighs were met with the cold surface of the bathroom counter in some fancy restaurant, the fabric of your emerald silky dress has ridden up as jameson pushed his right hand up your thigh, the left one squeezed your waist. his lips were pressed against yours, moving with a rough, possessive manner. some would say it was the tense atmosphere building up, when he couldn’t get you where he wanted.

and in that exact day, exact moment, jameson had you right when he wanted. it was a casual hangout, just him, his brothers, libby, avery and her friend, who also happened to be soon to–be–girlfriend of his youngest brother. but to jameson’s pleasure, everyone grew so fond of you that avery suggested you should go with them.

the theme was comfort, but elegant. so, the outfit of your choice was the silky dress that was accompanied by the necklace you got back in italy. the first words that came out of jameson’s mouth was a stutter. the sight of you made him stumble over the sentence he tried to make.

“you look — so amazing.” he groaned as his lips made a trail down your neck, sending a shiver down your spine, when his teeth had bitten the sweet spot right above your collarbone. “so fucking gorgeous.” the chain of praises was never ending.

your hands got on the collar of his shirt, gripping it as he continued to leave marks on your collarbones and shoulders. as much as you enjoyed his actions, you missed the feeling of his lips on yours. you pulled him up, hungrily crashing your mouth into his.

fifteen minutes later, the red lipstick was nowhere to be found on your face. on the other hand, there were lots of it on jameson. you were still sitting on the marble counter, legs wrapped around hawthorne’s hips. his mood was definitely better as he was zipping up your dress.

“a quickie in the bathroom, when did you turn so naughty, hm?” a chuckle escaped mouth as he watched you wipe the excess of your lipstick off his chin and bottom lip. “i met this cute guy during my vacation in europe. a real charmer.” you replied with a smirk, fixing the lacy strings of the dress as you jumped off the counter.

your chest was touching his, but neither of you moved away. you were still a little breathless from the unexpected activity and to be completely honest, it wasn’t enough — just looking at his stupid, handsome face made you crave him even more. you weren’t the only one though, considering that hawthorne couldn’t take his hands off of you as he brought one to your chin, tilting it upwards to have an easy access to kiss you again.

an involuntary grin hovered over your lips as his fingers brushed your cheek in a tender manner, before fixing his messy hair and leaving the bathroom. he closed the door just to open it again to wink at you and leave to get back to his siblings.

YOU COULD TELL that everyone already knew about the tiny thing going on between you and jameson. nevertheless, pretending like it wasn’t true was easier than admitting it. as long as alisa wasn’t asking any questions or forbidding you from showing up to the hawthorne house, you didn’t really care.

it was early, maybe even too early for your liking, when the alarm in your phone went off, earning a hoarse, incoherent groan from jameson, whose arm only tightened around your naked body. the only things covering you from flashing someone accidentally were the white sheets that kept you warm at night.

“turn it off.” another groan escaped his throat. he knew what this meant, it was five o’clock and you had to get to your dorm to get ready for the bureaucratic nightmare, as he liked to call it, at the law firm, which always handled all his familial issues. “gorgeous, there are lots of your stuff here, just go back to sleep. you can get ready here.”

“i can’t.” you replied, planting a few sweet kisses on his bare shoulder. “everyone will know i was here if i left later.” you added, your voice soft. your fingernails gently scratching the back of his neck.

“you act like they don’t know already.” you could swear he just laughed, his sleepy demeanour made him even more attractice at this point. “sorry to break it to you, gorg, but once you start, you forget all about quietness.” ironically, this shut you up immediately, red already spreading all over your cheeks.

“you know what’s funny?” a question rolled off his tongue, catching your interest, even though you couldn’t quite make out his words as his face was buried in the white pillow. “xander texted me to ask you to moan a few decibels less.”

“oh god, i am never leaving this room again.” you said embarrassed, hiding your face in hawthorne’s arm.

“i like that idea.” he laughed, pulling you even closer, shifting a little to shut your phone off completely. “make it my early christmas gift.”

#jameson hawthorne x reader #jameson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne x avery grambs #the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the hawthorne brothers #the final gambit #the grandest game #jameson hawthorne fic #niki’s works 🫂#request 🗣️#grayson hawthorne x reader #grayson hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #avery grambs #averyjameson #a very risky gamble #averygrayson

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luveline · 1 year

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hi hi honey! so i sent this request before but tumblrs been eating my asks so i’m gonna send it again,

i’m the person who asked about the kisses before dinner universe and so since u said u hadn’t gotten any requests for it i wanted to send u one! u mentioned that it was quite nerve wracking the first time reader got pregnant so maybe u could do a blurb where steve’s just comforting her and reassuring her during that time? if u want something more simple, it could just be a small blurb of how their night goes when reader comes home from work or something? ty and i hope tumblr actually ate my request and i’m not bombarding u with this again :(have a good day lovely ❤️

i love kisses before dinner i wanna write a thousand blurbs for them, thank you for requesting! here's steve and u when ur pregnant the first time with avery <3 fem!pregnant!reader

You're more young than you'd planned to be, the first time. Young and terrified.

Steve knows how scared you are, and though he hasn't suggested anything again since the first time you'd made up your mind, you know that any path you take is the one he wants to take with you. Having his support makes it easier, but it certainly doesn't make it easy.

Pregnancy is terrifying. It can make you so sick. It can kill you. So while it's beautiful, and Steve insists it's doing numbers for your complexion, it's gruelling.

You're not even that pregnant yet and still you're fucking tired.

"Stevie?" you call, or try to, voice hoarse with fatigue.

He emerges rather than answer, arms open wide and waiting. "Hey, sweetheart."

And that's new. Steve has always been a "babe" or "baby" kind of guy. Your pregnancy has made him soft.

He's careful not to press against your stomach though it doesn't hurt even slightly when he does, abdomen held away from the small swell of your bump as he gets his arms under your armpits, hands rubbing over your shoulder blades. "Hello," he says sweetly, kissing your cheeks, your chin. "I missed you so much." He hesitates for a second, and then he lets a hand slide between your bodies.

You lean back to let him know it's okay.

"And you," he adds, palm flat over your stomach, "I missed you, too."

"I don't feel very well."

He nods. "Alright. Come and sit down."

That's another one of his insistences. Total, awful honesty. Pregnancy is full of problems, like morning sickness and heartburn and back ache and nausea and headaches. It leaves you stressed and exhausted, and Steve had made it very clear that any complaining was welcomed.

You know, in your heart of hearts, that he's more excited for this baby than you are. He's terrified, too, but he's brimming with joy half the time, so eager to meet whoever it is that comes out on the other side. And you know he feels indebted to you, though he shouldn't. You want this baby a lot.

But Steve aches for them. He's gonna be a great dad.

Right now, he needs to be an amazing boyfriend almost husband.

I don't want a pregnancy proposal, you'd said.

His guilty smile had given him away fast. I want to marry you.

And I want to marry you, Stevie, I do. But not because we're having a baby.

In your mind, he's not your husband or your boyfriend, he's your Steve, as silly as it sounds. He's your everything. He's the only thing getting you through this.

Steve sits you down on a cushion in the kitchen and plants another kiss on top of your head. You haven't lost any mobility yet, but the pleasure of being cared for so deeply makes it hard to turn him down when he guides you around like this. Though, sometimes, when you're cranky, you complain about being babied. He takes it all in stride.

He cracks open a cold bottle of water and gives it to you. Then he turns back to the chopping board next to the stove and finishes what he'd been doing before you arrived, funnelling slices fruit into the colander. He rinses it, and then he pours it into a bowl and puts it in front of you.

"You want peanut butter?" he asks, wrapping his arms slowly and carefully across your shoulders, chin hooked over your shoulder. "Honey? I could melt down some chocolate?"

You pick up a shimmering slice of watermelon and tip your head back to feed him.

"Salted caramel?" he asks as he chews.

You smile softly at him and lift your chin until he gets the memo, leaning down enough for you to kiss the side of his mouth.

"Stevie," you say, because he's so fucking lovely and you love him and not everything hurts when he's around, "I love you. I hope you know how much."

He blinks at you, swallowing hurriedly. "I know," he says.

"Okay, good."

"You think I don't know? Sweetheart, you're carying our kid."

"But if I weren't, I'd still love you this much."

He softens like taffy in the sun, rubbing the tip of his nose into your cheek adoringly. "If you weren't, I'd still love this much, too."

You breathe him in, the wet crush of watermelon between you and his lingering aftershave.

"But you are," he says eventually, kissing your cheek again and then pulling back. "So you better tell me if you want peanut butter of chocolate."

You choose. Steve is delighted, spoiling you with fruits and toppings and asking about work as he starts to make dinner instead. That's another conversation you've already had — he's still working now, but when the baby comes, he's gonna stay home even after maternity leave ends. And if you change your mind and want to stay home instead, that'll be okay too. He's a dream like that. Accommodating your every want and wish.

And so, he's teaching himself how to cook. It's more hit than miss, shockingly, and almost always nutritionally golden.

"Broccoli again?" you ask, trying to hide your amusement.

"Our munchkin's gonna be the healthiest kid ever. TV dinners are for schmucks."

You aren't sure he'll be saying that when he actually has a kid. "She won't be able to eat broccoli for the first six months."

"She wont," he agrees, clearly overjoyed at the idea of a little girl, "but when she can, she's gonna love it."

The fruit is nice and then not. You might've overindulged, or maybe your stomach's being sensitive, but suddenly it smells very strong and you have to push it away, keeling in on yourself with a sigh.

Steve doesn't fuss dramatically, but he does fuss, hand hesitant behind your shoulders.

"You need a bucket, baby?"

"No, I-" Saliva pools in your mouth. "Maybe."

He's swift, kneeling in front of you with the bucket positioned at your feet, hand sliding between your legs to find your hand where it's kneeding your aching stomach.

"She's bullying you, huh?" he asks sympathetically.

"She's barely the size of an apple," you moan, sweat prickling across your brow. "How can she do this to me?"

He strokes the inside of your hand with both thumbs. "She doesn't mean to."

You know that.

Eventually the sickness subsides. You don't throw up. Steve seems as happy as you do about this, kissing your hand with a very apologetic expression.

"I'm sorry," he says.

You lean back in your chair, back already aching, and pull him up onto his feet. If he's surprised at your strength he doesn't say anything, only closes you in again with his arms over your shoulders and his cheek pressed to your warm forehead.

"Don't be. We knew-" You laugh. "I knew this would be hard. I knew it would suck. But I want to do this with you."

"Even though you're scared," he murmurs.

"Even though I'm scared."

His hugs are a balm, always. You melt with relief the longer he holds you, listening to the pot simmering on the stove, lid rattling, steam whistling out of the gap. There's a fondness in his hands you find difficult to describe, devotion or something similar, big palms roving the lengths and slopes of your arms and back like you're made of the most precious thing on earth.

"I won't let anything happen to you."

That's sobering. You suppose you can fall into dramatics about it. Pregnancy is solemn, but it's also completely normal. Millions of people are pregnant right this second. You smile into his jaw, breath hot as you laugh.

"I know, baby," you say, more cheerful than you've sounded all night. "Promise."

He laughs too.

"My girl," he says, too much like the song. You're worried he's gonna start singing. Actually, you might like it.

"Can we listen to the radio?"

"Depends. Will you dance with me?"

You dance with him. You suppose it's a good idea to get all your dancing out now while you can, because in a month or two you'll have cankles, and not long after that you'll have your arms full. He pulls you in and spins you out, brown eyes dancing with a brand new happiness, silky hair falling in perfect layers either side.

"I hope she has your eyes," you say. The shape of them.

"I hope she's your carbon copy," he says, twirling you around, radio hiding the clumsy patter of your socked feet. "A mini you. God, what will I do then? I can barely say no to you."

"You never say no to me."

"Exactly."

He smiles so hard his lashes kiss in the corners, a pleased squinting grin. He can say what he likes. If she doesn't get his smile you'll riot.

#steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #pregnant!reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #stranger things 4 #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #kisses before dinner universe #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x pregnant!reader #steve harrington x reader fluff #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

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silly-little-gooses · 20 days

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If the Inheritance Games characters had social media…

this idea is random, yes, but it came to me at like 2am last night and idc if you don’t like it <3

Jameson would make thirst traps on TikTok and everyone would loose their minds

Alternatively, Jameson makes POV TikToks that are hilarious and cringey, yet you’re invested

Libby posts the cutest little baking videos ever! (I’m very enthusiastic about this one)

Xander posts the most random crap you’ve ever seen on a social media page. He will post any dumbass thought that comes to his silly little brain.

Grayson doesn’t use social media often but when he does, it’s usually just a picture or two of cool places, events, people, etc.

Jameson, Xander, and Nash are always kinda ‘flexing’ their gfs on social media. Not in a toxic or creepy way, but more in a ‘haha my gf is so amazing I’m so in love’ kinda way.

Max and Avery start a podcast and post videos from their podcast.

Nash doesn’t usually post dances or anything, typically just cool or generally interesting stuff, but when texas hold’ em got popular, he danced his little cowboy heart out

Avery posts the most absurd ‘get ready with me’ videos. They can go from a date with Jameson to a trip to the White House and either way, no average american can relate to it🥲.

The entire group posts a lot of videos together doing fun stuff, talking, etc. A lot of collabs take place and people absolutely eat it up.

Xander will post the occasional prank video on his brothers.

that’s all I got, I’ve got a bit of a creative block recently, byeee!

#the inheritance games #tih #jennifer lynn barnes #jameson hawthorne #avery grambs #booktok #headcanon #javery #averyjameson #xander hawthorne #social media

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lyrakanefanatic · 5 months

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Grayson and phone girl hcs!!!!

- He’s Folklore coded

- Shes midnights coded (or red idk)

- Grayson hates sweet coffees and takes his coffee black

- phone girl takes her coffee with one milk and 2 sugars

- Grayson loves taking photos of her

- he also loves spoiling phone girl, but she hates being spoiled (yes she has yelled at him multiple times for getting her expensive gifts but he gets her them anyway)

- she didn’t know how to swim well before but then Grayson taught her

- her and Grayson play chess together and at first he won most the games, but then phone girl started catching up and winning aswell

- when phone girl told Grayson her favourite book, he immediately started reading it so she would have someone to talk to about it 💖💖

- forehead kisses and neck kisses!!!!

- she’s close with all of graysons brothers but ESPECIALLY close with Jameson (I just feel like they would be bsfs)

- movie nights are sacred to them!!

- graysons close with her mom and is always so kind to her (🤭💖💖💖)

- thea showed phone girl the video of Grayson singing karaoke in tights and she didn’t shut up about it for like 3 months 💀

- she’s a super light sleeper, meanwhile grayson can sleep through a war (the final gambit atonement night chapter says he’s a deep sleeper LMAO)

- grayson contrasts silver, phone girl contrasts gold

- Grayson realized he liked her before she realized she liked him (and when she did realize she didn’t want to accept it bc his grandfather was kinda the reason her dad died)

- she’s close with both of his sisters but ESPECIALLY close with Savannah, and the two of them hang out all the time

- one night, grayson got really drunk, like blackout drunk, and accidentally told all of his brothers that he liked phone girl, (which honestly they saw coming) and he had a really nice heart-to-heart with them. He talked about why he loved her and how he loved her the second he called his phone, and then ruined the heartfelt moment by throwing up on the carpet

- when gigi first met phone girl, (I’d assumed she’d meet her kind of late into the games) she thought that she was the “girlfriend” Grayson was talking about in tbh, and without a hint of irony in her voice, asked “so, you like limes?”

- phone girl was immediately confused and asked her what she meant, but Grayson switched the topic and (somehow) saved himself a lot of embarrasment

- phone girl doesn’t really like her birthday anymore because that was the day her father shot himself, so Grayson tries to do really fun and exciting stuff to distract her

- she tried getting other girls to date him, and then would be surprised when she got jealous 💀

- Nash was the first one to notice they liked each other and asked Grayson about it teasingly, and Grayson in response ended the conversation SO FAST

- she eventually found out WHY Gigi asked about the limes, and made a joke saying “ the entire world is in love with you, Grayson, and you had to make up a fake girlfriend?”

-now the lime thing is an inside joke, so whenever one of graysons brothers (or Grayson) asks where she is, she just says “I’m out buying limes”

- Avery and her are those friends that “hang out” by laying on the couch, watching movies, and going on their phones instead of actually doing stuff together (iykyk)

- Grayson was SOOO mad about Mathias liking Gigi bc he works for eve, so he told phone girl and she actually took gigis side (Grayson was shocked but gigi and phone girl immediately became bsfs after that day)

okay thats all and I know I’m talking about the inheritance games too much and it may be annoying, but trust me it will be WAY more annoying when the grandest game vault comes out 💀 (im sorry)

#lmao I actually need to get over this books series but I can’t #it’s my roman empire #phone girl x grayson #grayson hawthorne #phone girl #the inheritance games #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #xander hawthorne #the brothers hawthorne #libby grambs #maxine liu #gigi grayson #savannah grayson

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magnus-the-maqnificent · 11 days

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My second idea is Chairman getting his dads back together because Magnus basically goes insane hearing him whining all day and night after Alec move out 😬

HIIIIIIII

Sorry I'm so late <3 Also this is slightly different from what you requested but I'm sure you'll love it 🥰

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Chairman Meow was sad.

It didn’t matter, though. No matter how pitifully he meowed at the shiny hooman, he refused to move from his place on the couch. He just snapped his fingers and food appeared in the bowl. There were no pets. No praises - not even when Chairman managed to hunt down a rat! No more of those nights where the hooman placed him in his lap and groomed him with an exquisite brush.

There was another hooman, up until a few days ago. He wasn’t shiny like Chairman’s first hooman, but he was very fluffy and his coat was always soft when Chairman went to lie on him.

The fluffy hooman always brought him tasty food and novel toys. He’d always pet Chairman, even cuddle with him every night until shiny hooman arrived and threw him out. Fluffy hooman also played with Chairman a lot. They’d had fun for hours as they hunted strange bright pink and orange mice with skin so thick not even Chairman’s teeth could pierce them, and chased strange red flies that glowed and hovered on the walls which Chairman could never manage to catch.

Chairman missed the fluffy hooman.

He didn’t know where the fluffy hooman went. Sometimes he could hear his voice, and when he followed it, he always found the shiny hooman crying like a baby kitten on the couch.

Right now, the shiny hooman was lying on the couch as always, eyes dull and staring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t even looking shiny anymore. Chairman had meowed at him five times earlier, but other than snapping his fingers and summoning food the first time, the hooman didn’t respond.

Whiskers furrowed, Chairman headed into the big room where shiny hooman and fluffy hooman spent all their nights. He headed into a second doorway, where a lot of coats hung in the air, some lying in a pile on the ground.

Hoomans, curiously, were capable of shedding their coats very efficiently - sometimes even putting those same coats back on! Right now, Chairman was digging in a pile of coats, looking for a particular one.

He found what he was looking for - a wounded, worn out greyish coat with the distinctive scent of the fluffy hooman. Chairman pulled it free of the other coats and sniffed at it carefully, memorizing the scent.

He had to take matters into his own paws now. He was going to find the fluffy hooman.

It was simple enough sneaking out.

One of the strange hoomans that often visited had come to the house, and shiny hooman was arguing with them at the door. Neither of them noticed as Chairman slinked between their feet and bolted down the stairs.

He could detect the fluffy hooman’s scent. It was very faint, but it was there. A ray of hope shot through Chairman’s heart. He would find the fluffy hooman, and bring him back home, and he’d get cuddled everyday and the shiny hooman wouldn’t be sad anymore.

Chairman burst through the front door, fur immediately bristling at the onslaught of - well, everything. Chairman loved the sunshine, but there was too much of it out here. There were too many sounds, and too many smells, and so so many hoomans!

Chairman Meow sniffed frantically, panicking when he realised he couldn’t smell the fluffy hooman anymore. No!

He couldn’t go back up now, if only he could catch a single whiff, he could find the hooman and-

Chairman yelped as long claws dug into his fur, pulling him off the ground. He thrashed, demanding to be put down, but paused when he heard a familiar voice.

“Chairman!” It was the shiny hooman. “What are you doing?! You almost gave me a heart attack!”

Chairman wriggled piteously, trying to escape the grip of the shiny hooman, but it didn't work. He turned back into the building, taking Chairman with him.

“I just talked with Avery for what, a minute? And you ran out! How could you?! What would I do without you, huh? It's bad enough that I lost Al-”

The shiny hooman stopped talking, walking up the stairs back to their home. Chairman had given up fighting now, and simply hung limply from his hooman's hand.

His plan had failed. He could never find the fluffy hooman now.

Chairman was starting to feel like the shiny hooman. He wanted to lie down somewhere and never move again, too.

The front door opened and as soon as the hooman stepped inside, Chairman wiggled vigorously, freeing himself of the hooman’s grasp. He landed on his paws and dashed further into the house.

“Hey! Chairman!”

Chairman didn’t stop till he reached the pile of coats from earlier, and dove headfirst into them. So be it. He wouldn’t move anymore, either. He’d spend the rest of his life here wishing for the fluffy hooman to return.

Footsteps sounded from outside.

“Lilith, what’s gotten into you today- Oh.”

Chairman’s ears perked up as the shiny hooman stepped inside slowly, kneeling next to the pile of coats. A knuckle brushed against the top of his head, drawing out a purr despite himself.

“Oh, you silly thing. You miss him too, don’t you?”

Chairman meowed in the affirmative. The hooman’s finger slipped under his chin, scratching him there.

The hooman sighed. “I’m so sorry, Chairman. He isn’t coming back.”

The scratching stopped. Chairman looked up, and found his hooman looking off to the side, tears pooling up in his eyes. A single drop slipped free, rolling down his cheek.

Oh.

Mewing gently, the Chairman pulled himself free from the pile of coats and climbed up his hooman’s arm, perching himself on his shoulder just as the first sob wrenched itself free and the tears began to flow.

Days passed.

The shiny hooman was beginning to move around again. Chairman began to busy himself too. There were rats to catch all around the house. Patches of sunlight that beckoned for him to take a nap. And he’d discovered that if he climbed on the shiny hooman’s desk while he was sitting there, he’d stop whatever he was doing and pay him attention.

Presently, Chairman was on the balcony, relieving his aching nails on the plank of wood the shiny hooman had set out for this very purpose. The front door opened, bringing with it the familiar meows of the shiny hooman and-

Oh.

There was a familiar scent in the door.

Chairman slinked back into the house through the open door of the balcony, and there he was, standing and smiling next to the shiny hooman, wearing one of his fluffy black coats.

His instincts getting the better of him, Chairman mrowled and dashed to him, leaping at his hind legs. The hooman gasped, but then his forelimbs were wrapping around the Chairman, pulling him close to his chest. The shiny hooman was laughing, and he finally seemed to be back to his shiniest self.

“Hey there, Chairman.” the fluffy hooman’s unusual blue eyes were sparkling. “Did you miss me?”

Chairman purred and buried himself further into the hooman’s coat, content.

#malec #blues and then purple pink asks #alec lightwood #magnus bane #chairman meow #my fics

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mafiasliege · 13 days

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I dare you to let me go

(this is part 5 of my fic. Enjoy reading!)

Part 4 ↓

AVERY

"It means we can't be together anymore."

The words were ringing in her ears, like they weren't true, like they couldn't be true.

Breaking up meant separating. And separating was simply impossible. It was something that happened to other people, not to them.

It was so poetically tragic, being in the verge of losing the love of her life in font of the very castle they'd won together 5 years ago, the way he'd kissed her like she was everything. Like they were everything.

Except she was nowhere closer to letting him go.

"You don't really mean that. Jameson. We will work this out, however long it takes. I'll be there, I promise."

Jameson threw his hands up in the air and gave the saddest, dryest chuckle ever, "Ah, there we go! Another promise. I wonder how long it'll take for you to break that one."

"I screwed up, I know that. But I need you. I'm not letting you go." Even through her panic, Avery said that fiercely. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. They stayed like that until,

"You need me, Avery. You don't want me."

"I do!" She yelled in exhasperation and threw her hands up in the air. A second tear cascaded down her other cheek.

"Then why do I find myself wondering if you'd choose me if it came down to the foundations and me?"

"I haven't felt wanted because you haven't chosen me. You haven't chosen me in a very long time." A tear feel on his cheek. Then another on his shirt… hold up. They weren't tears.

It was raining, and before they knew it, the sky was filled with big, bulbous storm clouds and they were running to hide under the shelter of the garage.

"How have you come here?" Jameson asked, as if they didn't share heart-breaking revelations minutes ago.

"By-by car. And about that…"

"What?"

"I may not have told your brothers or Oren, who are staying in Edinburgh"

"You came without Oren? He'll kill you!"

"They would've insisted on coming, but I knew it was me you were mad at, so I came alone."

Jameson sighed. He was beyond exhausted at this point, and the thunderstorm was too severe to ask her to leave.

"Give me your keys"

"Huh?"

"Your car keys, I'll park it in the garage."

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Vantage had changed in the last few years. It still had the Victorian charm and the countless antique furniture pieces and paintings that probably cost an arm and a leg. Some were added by Jameson, too. He'd travelled and collected a lot of things over the years. Key word: him, not them. He used to charter planes, he hadn't chartered one in a year.

Now she knew it was because he bought one.

Jameson loved Vantage. He paid a great deal of attention to it's upkeep. Five years ago, it felt like a sad piece of property, lifeless. Now, the place felt… happier. Like when you were paid a lot of attention and care to.

Totally unlike Jameson.

"What a storm! Get inside quickly, dear" exclaimed Priscilla, the woman with graying brown hair, pulled up in a bun, as she handed them both towels.

"Thank you, Priscilla," Jameson smiled at her.

Avery looked at both of them, confused.

"Priscilla is the housekeeper of Vantage. She also has mothering syndrome" he smirked at Priscilla. She waved a had at no one in particular and blew a raspberry in the air.

"The mouth on you. You are too deprived of motherly attention, anyway. Now, dinner's getting cold."

Priscilla hurried away, leving Jameson and Avery alone in the foyer as they dried themselves. Avery couldn't take the silence anymore. "So, she's nice."

"She is," Jameson looked into her eyes for a second, and then looked away and blinked several times, add of trying to banish her. Like looking at her too long hurt.

Or like he was scared he'd want to give in again.

They made it to the kitchen while the the storm outside kept raging.

This was going to be awkward.

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Priscilla was so sweet, Avery wondered how Jameson didn't have diabetes yet. But she was a great cook too. Except she didn't have time to focus on that.

The call with Oren, with Grayson and Nash chipping in was only piling onto to Avery's already stressed out self. Even still, after Avery convinced them there was security at Vantage, and that they were both fine (physically), Oren reluctantly agreed to come in the morning and Grayson gladly agreed to head back home and look after the foundations for a while.

After dinner, Priscilla went to sleep and having nothing to do, so did her and Jameson.

Avery's room had the most magnificent ceiling, with stellar designs full of stars that seemed to be of gold and silver. It was mesmerizing, you couldn't look away of you tried, and if you did, what you saw was the rest of the navy-colored room with similar stellar designs.

Stars, Avery thought, I got this room for a reason.

"Everything you need is here. Call me if you want anything." Jameson told her.

"I do want something." Avery took a step forward. "You. I want you back."

Jameson groaned, "Avery-"

"Please. I'll do anything."

"I can't, heiress. I told you, when we'd meet. Trust is the last thing that comes to me, if it comes at all, and you broke that trust. Repeatedly. The least you can do right now is give me some time."

Avery wanted him to go now. Go, so she can sink into that pretty pillow and cry an ocean to match the one outside.

"Okay," was all she could manage.

#idytlmg #avery grambs #jameson hawthorne #javery #jameson x avery #averyjameson #tig #the grandest game #the inheritance games #the hawthorne brothers #the brothers hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #nash hawthorne

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aziraphales-library · 7 months

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Lost Fic #153

1. Hi! Thank you for all your hard work on this blog! You’re awesome! I’m looking for a fic where Crowley didn’t fall but is hiding as a demon so he can take care of Lucifer on the sly. I’m not sure if it’s the same fic but I recall a part where Crowley deliberately mixes up the children but buys a house near the Young’s and stays on the weekends to take care of Adam? - @alovelyocean

2. Hello, I hope you are doing well! I can't for the life of me remember the name of this fic, and it would be a great help if I could find it again. The fic was in Crowley's POV (3rd person). It was such a poetic fic, there seemed to be little to no storyline, and it just described one situation so beautifully. It was kind of like a worship fic but not exactly. It wasn't sexual at all, just worship-y in a heavily admiring way. It had some nice bright undertones if that makes sense, and it had these entire paragraphs about how Aziraphale looked. There was this small part about them getting a whole lot of money somehow, so Aziraphale could wear fancy stuff, and it was mainly just Crowley admiring him the whole time Thank you for your help, I hope you have a wonderful day :) - @thethirdstageofdeath

3. I'm desperately looking for a fic I read once. I've tried finding it on my own, I even went through some of your tags that I thought it would be in, but no luck so far. From what I remember it's an outsider pov, where Aziraphale goes to a pet shop to get some things for Crowley. The pet shop ends up being run by (and for) witches and familiars. Aziraphale gets mistaken for a witch and Crowley gets mistaken for a familiar, Crowley is also mostly in snake form during this fic but I can't remember why. I don't remember much else about it except it was sweet and silly and I would love to revisit it. I hope you can help me with this. - anon

4. Hello, I'm looking for a fic. It's actually a series, but the description of the first one is the easiest. Basically Aziraphale admits to himself he's in love with Crowley and weird biblical phenomenon start happening, like raining fish, frogs, etc. It gets worse when they get together, for example the first time they kiss he causes an earthquake and almost sets Crowley on fire. I also remember mentions of Aziraphale's eyes reminding Crowley of Tex Avery cartoons, them having tea at Bath, and 'a theologically significant Golden Delicious'. I thought I remembered the title was Still My Heart Is Beating, but AO3 can't find anything by that name. It had two sequels last I checked. It's one of my most favorites in the whole fandom, and I'm really hoping you can help - @little-bloodied-angel

5. Hi, I've sent this before ages ago, but I can't find the response or if you've found this fic. Sorry about that. I lost this fic I loved, and no matter how much I search, I can't find it. This is probably my last attempt to look for it before i accept it may have been deleted. I know it was post show, and Crowley and Aziraphale were living together in a cottage. Crowley's human form begins "cracking," and he and Aziraphale go down to the beach at night to "stretch" out. They essentially remove their forms and show each other their real forms for the first time. While Crowley has a physical demon body, Aziraphale is essentially a ball of light with eyes and wings. Crowley and Aziraphale embrace, and it's basically sex without sex (pretty sure the tags even said something like that), and Crowley felt like he before the fall, being enveloped Aziraphale's light. Their embrace effects the environment around them some and causes some accidental miracles and such, and in the end, they agree they should do it again. Thank you for any help you can give me! Your work is appreciated and very helpful! - anon

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #lost fic #mod d

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madeleinelovescolours · 1 month

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Sh ask game - 1,3,4,5,7,11,12,17?

Ah!!!! there are so many!!!! I love this 1: god that's hard. I think I'll have to say "3" mainly because I love hang out with with Tabitha and learn more about her. But I also like how in ep 4 I can get to know Avery and Reese more. But also episode 2 was my first big "oh shit" moment

3: Tabitha <3 Following in the grand tradition of me instantly loving the one NPC that hates your guts. Yes, I have told my therapist about this 4: urgth. I hate saying this but I think out of all the mains, maybe Kaneeka? I think its just my gameplay, the way I've played it, especially with my main MC I end up butting heads a lot. 5: My MC is Timothea, she's mystical and TTA. She lives on an island in the PNW and does freelance animal/pest control and building maintenance. She started doing it pro-bono because she could sense when someone's house was in danger and it stressed her out too much to just stand by, but she pretty quickly got enough PR to make it a career. Some locals believe her when she explains she can talk to animals and has actual visions, others just assume she's a savant. She's renting a shed on someone's property (I know this is an option from the game, but it's also an extremely common living arrangement on the island IRL)

7: first time I played with mystical+TTA, i nearly jumped out of my chair when the ditchlings showed up and I could hear them talk in ENGLISH. I also get chills in ep3 when Power Build says "you can handle it" and Mystical says "no you can't" 11:stabby stabby stabby. they have such bubbeline energy. also have a crack ship fondness for Reese and Avery because I think they'd really get along if they ever met. For my least favourite, any incest ships. It's my squick, I'm sorry.

12: probably Tabitha and the MC. Tabby's been so isolated her whole life, both from the town and her surviving family. She's learning how to connect with other people. Her "it would be nice not to be the only scarlet" breaks my heart. 17: The mine collapse in ep 2. For starters, I have mild claustrophobia and I was freaked out before anything bad even happened. IRL I don't think I'd even be able to set foot in there. On the playthrough where I couldn't go back for the teens, it was rough.

me too rosa, me too.

#scarlet hollow #ask game #asks

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memurfevur-archive · 5 months

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A question for the mun; May I ask what are your favorite trolls in the ftc as a whole?

Oh geez, I feel like this is always changing for me because I keep getting to know amazing new people and amazing new characters. I think I'll just name a few blogs and list my favorites from there, as I don't think I can pick out of the entire community when it's full of people I also don't know or haven't interacted with (yet!).

Quite a few of them belong to my partner @mageofspacemultiverse as I've known those the longest and have quite a few ships between us. A few of my favorite characters from him are Zomson, Hidelord, Devaron, and Pixcel. Each character of his is unique and has interesting backstories and personality, and yet every one of them is so on-brand for his blog.

From @thestarlightbrigade I have always adored Deltra and MY LIL MAN HIBUKI. Special shout out to Iiboye too. Lots of edgy angsty characters but each one is a specific flavor that never gets tiring. Avery's vibe is I'm shaking him by the shoulders and biting him affectionately. That is to say, he's a fun guy and silly to talk to. Prepare to get cat-gif'd.

@stuckstucktrolls I thirsted after Viktor since day 1 bruh. He's the Troll I am most familiar with besides Teagan. Creative characters and also very pretty, the lot of them. Cool cat boy cryptid gets the seal of approval from royal moth cryptid.

@goddesstrolls Kairos and Kairne. Ik Kairne isn't on the blog anymore but I thought he was pretty damn neat tbh. One of the first characters I knew Bast by. Also um... my (ex)wife Akidis, I love her to bits and pieces, and my male-wife Darvai. Buff women and bastard men run this blog, and all the world build and narratives Bast has come up with over the years are SO -chefs kiss- .

@miks-fantrolls Antemh <3 Sticking him under a microscope fr. I don't know a lot about anyone else, but maybe that'll change sometime. I don't know a lot about Mik but I personally think he's cool af. Mik if you're reading this I'm staring at you with wet pathetic eyes and offering you an egg in these trying times.

@roetrolls Veylin <3 She makes my heart happy. Also Franky, I would give him the world. Mallum is up there, too. Roe makes a lot of characters that are compelling, friend-shaped, and possesses you with the Funny Horrors (aka I can't stop laughing every time I see 'Dominion' on a street sign or pub. Like, it's the kind of joy that's like 'I know that guy! That guy belongs to this really cool person that I look up to! How silly that he has a bar named after him!' )

@sasster ...................... Redivi.................. Look, one could argue and say it's because he's a vampire and I'm absolutely a vampire simp 100%. But. But he's *terrifying* and that's a big reason why he's a favorite Chase Troll of mine. Compelling, scary, but recognizable as people we may know in our every day lives. An ever so loved face and name, but there's always something behind the scenes that we can't see. There's a performance for the world, while on back stage the true colors show. Mind you, I am extremely behind in the lore of the blog, but that guy? Man. That guy.

@windy-trickster -slaps the top of this guy's blog- This blog can fit so many funky lil dudes filled with unique lore and fantastic personalities and oh my god the angst. My favorites among them are Doleos, Rastho, and Althor. Windy is a creative writer and puts SO much love into his characters. Like for real, it's always a pleasure listening to him talk about them. It's clear he puts in a lot of love and effort into his guys, and I think y'all should go and see that for yourself.

@askthehiddencaste Shuska and Ashoal. I feel like Shuska is the face of the blog (i mean, the entire theme is a library, so), and she's such a charming character. Warm, friendly, but she's STRONG in spirit. Ashoal and Shuska are the two I'm most familiar with aside from Heliel (I want that goopy man carnally). Kanny has a lot of fascinating characters that all feel like a natural family to me. I could hang out with their characters and feel right at home.

@experimental-failures The only one I'm familiar with is Nix, so I guess he's my favorite by proxy-- BUT! I've always thought Nix was very neat. He feels like a guy I can run into out on the street irl. He feels so real to me, and it's always a pleasure.

@the-rainbow-overflow Elnric and Viroxa. Two very interesting characters for vastly different reasons, lol! I love the alternate timeline stuff Elnric has going on, and I feel soft for this guy mostly because it's the first Troll I knew Dusk by. Viroxa is... oh boy, god damn, a bastard? Such a manipulative and cunning guy where the ends justify the means, and I am OBSESSED. Bonus points that he's a scientist guy, ya know? We all love unhinged scientists. Kissing him on the cheek even if he may take my lips as donation and sew it onto someone else. Special mention to Makona as well, I am unwell about HISStory of Violence <3

@trollbreak Um, Bladed, teehee -twirls hair- Jonah has SOOO many lil guys. Silly lil guys! Some of these silly lil guys commit murder and treason! Some of them will give you plushies and Autism Creature stare at you as a means of friendship. Heehoo is my ultimate favorite, and Bladed is close second, but I adore Jonah and all of their characters.

@clown-fuckers-r-us Montague!!!! MONTAGUE!!!! MY BELOVED!!! CRYING WEEPING AAAAAAAA-- ahem. So um Montague is my favorite, he's so cool? I'm so invested in his story and not just because I have a ship going with that guy but his concept is so intresting??? A Purple with anger issues, rich and privileged but kind and loving-- now ruined by a broken mind and psyche, his one scrap of salvation that keeps him from fully losing himself being the memory of a lover that he hasn't seen since before the war on Limebloods... You should definitely go share some love with Bun, the mun of the blog; she's an AMAZING person, truly a wonderful friend, and one of the most nicest people I know.

@moonlit-trolls Tythus by far. It's been SO neat seeing Tythus grow and develop as a character. Moona and I made Ptillo and Tythus together, and while Tythus had some shaky beginnings as Moona was figuring him out, it definitely solidified and paid off in the end. Tythus is a compelling villain imo with complex goals and ambitions. Not to mention what a SILVER FOX HE IS GOD DAMN. You go girl, make that man hot and pathetic <3

I'm running out of steam for this post; if you're not listed on here it doesn't mean I don't have favorites or that I don't like you. There's A LOT of trolls to keep track of in the community and a lot of members too. Everyone has such amazing characters that I cannot possibly list them all off. Keep doing what you're doing, and remember that even if it feels a little pointless at times or that nobody cares, there ARE people who enjoy the content you put out-- whether its art, writing, silly little tidbits, or whatever else! There's people out there who will think about you over the smallest of things and smile, people who will think about you and your characters and feel inspired, people who may be too shy to interact but love and appreciate you and what you do. Whether you're a big or small blog or something in between, thank you for being part of the FTC.

#mun asks #tag train lets go!#mageofspacemultiverse #thestarlightbrigade #stuckstucktrolls #goddesstrolls #miks-fantrolls #roetrolls #sasster #windy-trickster #askthehiddencaste #experimental-failures #the-rainbow-overflow #trollbreak #clown-fuckers-r-us #moonlit-trolls

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ronanception · 3 months

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1) Architect

6) The shibari scene 👀

8) Your OCs! I often struggle with OCs who are heavily in the plot but I love Frank!!! He is everything

9) Lillie's and the Karen/Robin fic if you continue either!! Excited for anything you write really

12) Architect & Hotel Avery

🧡🧡🧡

you are so fucking sweet, I deleted the post when I first woke up because I was embarassed I even reblogged it 🙈

Big shame because I haven't written anything in nearly a year, god damn.

1) My favorite fic of yours: Architect

god bless, it's the magnum opus, been feeling like I want to revisit it/the architect universe recently and also just re-write the whole thing

6) Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics: The shibari scene 👀

OMG this actually makes me really happy, it was a really tough scene to put into words so I'm glad it stood out. Maybe someday I'll post the version where it turns into a threesome.

8) What I like the most about your writing: Your OCs! I often struggle with OCs who are heavily in the plot but I love Frank!!! He is everything

The response my lil' OCs got is legitimately the biggest surprise I had when writing/posting Architect. I added a whole additional chapter of Frank and Nancy that was never planned because of feedback. All of the OCs from my fic were just throwaway third parties until y'all told me how much you liked them. Golly 🙈

9) A fic i'm excited for you updating/posting: Lillie's and the Karen/Robin fic if you continue either!! Excited for anything you write really

I have a lot of Lillies I haven't published already written... and also about 3 different fully fleshed out endings to the Karen/Robin fic, I am SO sorry. I promise I'll put out some more this year.. it will be a (late) New Years Resolution for me

12) A fic of yours that i've re-read: Architect & Hotel Avery

god it's hard to imagine anyone reading my fic once let alone twice!!!, of course I love architect but Hotel Avery really has a special place in my heart for the smuttiness and also what I found when researching the real life history of the space 🥰

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riddle-me-ri · 1 year

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I was reading through a lot of your riddler works (astronomical, I adore them, especially zero year riddler 😩😊), and I came up to your "tiktok" dress one and?? I love it??

Could you perhaps do one of that with the mad hatters please?

A/N: OOOOOO YES I COULD! Indeed I could and I shall! I'm honestly pretty proud that one of my original ideas for the green beans is one of my top posts lmao. I'm glad you enjoy my writing and thanks so much for requesting the Jervi! Still wanna get more practice with them! I love him so 💙

Same drill as before. And I'm sticking to the same dress because it works well, why fix it? Here's the TikTok and here's where you can find the actual dress for research purposes. Anyways, here goes:

Trigger Warning: HIGHLY suggestive...I mean..look at the dress...c’mon...

Mad Hatters Reacting to Reader Wearing a Tik Tok Dress:

Arkhamverse Mad Hatter:

- He's absolutely transfixed.

- How, how did you manage to be even more alluring than you already are?

- It takes a minute to assure him you’re not some kind of mirage.

- You're worried at first because you're not used to Jervis being speechless for so long.

- You feel reassured once a wide grin starts to grow on his face.

- Jervis is quick to wrap himself around you.

- To feel what little is actually coveted.

- He giggles at what a tease you are.

- No one is allowed to see you in this.

- No one is allowed to take this gorgeous view of this gorgeous person away from him.

- There would be hell to pay.

BTAS Mad Hatter:

- Aaannnddd he's comatose…here poke him a few times..

- Oh, okay no he's still breathing.

- Gosh…his face is super red.

- He's trying to form words but he sounds like a broken record.

- "T-t-the time has come the W-Walrus said, to talk of m-many things.."

- Oh..ahh well that's close…thats better than what he was saying before.

- Once the poor gentleman comes to, he's still flustered but manages to croak out praises and compliments.

- You will not be sharing this view with anyone but him.

- By chance does the dress come in blue or white?

TNBA Mad Hatter:

- Comatose 2.0

- He's a stammering sweating mess.

- Where his BTAS counterpart goes quiet and slowly starts fumbling for words.

- Ratter is constantly flapping his mouth, stuttering but at least it makes sense?

- "Umm..uhh…dear…where…how, you-you look…e-e-exquisite."

- Face is firetruck red instantly. Steam coming out of his ears.

- Once he gets used to the view however. He's all here for it.

- Won’t leave your side

- Constantly keeping his hands on you all the time whilst you wear the dress.

Gotham Mad Hatter:

- I don't know why. But I can see this Jervis being the one to surprise you with this dress.

- You'd look at him suspiciously be he'd just look back at you with a wide cheeky grin.

- Needless to say, he's enamored with the results.

- He tries to stay calm and collected on the outside.

- Walking around you, taking you in, up and down…

- But the man is sweating bullets and getting warmer and warmer by the minute.

- Don't be surprised if he literally pounces on you without realizing.

- It's a gift for you and him. Anyone else that happens to find you in this is subject to take a long walk off a short pier. (there’s pretty popular pier in Gotham I hear)

Harley Quinn The Animated Series Mad Hatter:

- Immediately turned on.

- Like instant boner. No shame whatsoever

- I consider this Jervis the most shameless (Society 6 is close)

- I have no doubt he'll pull the whole Tex Avery wolf bit if you know what I mean.

- Wolf whistle, feet stomping, howling, heart jumping out of chest – the works.

-- I'm on the fence with how he'd feel about you wearing it in public.

- A part of me thinks he'd be proud to rub it in but also that like other Jervi he's selfish and he wants to keep this view of you to himself.

- Watch out for that long pinky nail, it can cut right through whatever sheer material is keeping you from being totally exposed.

Joker's Asylum Mad Hatter:

- Aaaannddd coming in at comatose #3

- He knows it's you, but like…how did you get prettier?

- That's something he thought was literally impossible.

- You'll have to slowly approach him and shake him back to reality that it is still you.

- You're just in a dress…this dress.

- When he first reaches out to touch you, he's worried you may vanish.

- You're still there, and you look absolutely ethereal.

- He's almost more pleased that it's not a vision than the fact that you're here scantily dressed for him.

- Once that hits him however, be prepared for him to cling to you and not let go.

Society Six (2009) Mad Hatter:

- Hate to break it to you, but unless you're wearing a hat…you'll basically go unnoticed.

- Good thing, the best thing about dating someone with a slight obsession with hats is that there's plenty to choose from

- That may even work with an outfit as…provocative as this?

- Once you find one, Jervis will be all over it.

- Be prepared to catch him into your arms.

- He wants to be as close to you as physically possible.

- Running his fingers and hands along the hills and valleys of skin exposed.

- Him kicking his feet and giggling, like the giddy little mad man he is.

- Much like other Hatters, if someone was to catch you in this, they're dead on the spot.

#ri writes #dc mad hatter x reader #jervis tetch x reader #arkhamverse mad hatter x reader #btas mad hatter x reader #tnba mad hatter x reader #gotham mad hatter x reader #hqtas mad hatter x reader #harley quinn the animated series x reader #joker's asylum mad hatter x reader #society six mad hatter x reader

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luveline · 1 year

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Hey jade!!!! I love your work ❤️❤️. I was wondering if you would do more of the kisses before dinner au? Maybe just some fluff of Steve and r taking care of the new baby?? Or anything you want with them—I just love that au so much. Thanks!!!

dad!steve and mom!reader finding a balance with the new baby<3 thank you for your request!

Steve Harrington was meant to be a dad. He’s wanted to have kids since he was young, twenty and broken-hearted thinking up futures he worried he might never have. And then he met you, and all too soon (somehow not soon enough) you were having his baby, and now he’s here.

He can’t believe it.

The baby sleeps in his arms. She’s three weeks old, so so small, and she looks a lot like you, in his opinion. You’d laughed fondly and exhausted into his shoulder when he told you his theory a couple of minutes ago, saying, Babies look like babies, Steve.

Still, Steve looks at her and he can’t help hoping she’ll have your eyes, your nose, your big pretty smile.

You’re dozing with your head propped against his shoulder, drooling down his arm. Avery’s in your lap, and she doesn’t seem disappointed that you’ve fallen asleep. Steve worried she might be, because with the new baby finally here and home, Avery’s not getting nearly as much attention as she should. Steve feels guilty but he knows everything will be back to normal soon. You can only do what you can.

“What do you think, Ave?” he asks quietly. “She look like your mom?”

“I hope she looks like you so she looks like me,” Avery says.

“But what about Bethie?” Steve asks. Avery is the oldest, Bethie her junior.

“What about Beth?”

“If you look like me, and Dove looks like me,” —Dove, the former youngest, your two year old— “and then the baby looks like me, only Beth looks like your mom.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” he says genuinely.��

Steve never thought he was ugly, but seeing his face on someone else’s, seeing the brown of his eyes staring back at him through Avery’s gaze, it gave him an appreciation for his features that he never had before. But… you’re beautiful. The love of his life, before and after his children. He thinks it’s only fair that these sweethearts you made near enough by yourself would carry you with them in more than their actions. It’s the reason he finds himself so sweet on Bethie. (All his girls are gorgeous and loved, of course, but he looks at Beth and he sees you every now and then. He catches you in her unassuming smiles and hears you in her laugh and he can’t help it, he leans over to give her hair a good stroke.)

But again, if the baby looks like Steve, it won’t matter. In the same way it didn’t matter that she was another girl. She’ll be just as loved as the rest of them, no matter what. She already is.

Like she knows she’s being talked about, the baby coughs in his arms. Steve’s a pro at babies now, truly, he knows all the steps. He’s a great dad. And still his heart stops when he’s reminded of how new she is, how fragile.

How strong, too. Her little leg twitches against his chest. Steve beams down at her, relieved when she stays sleeping.

“Did you and mom pick a name yet?” Avery whispers.

“Why? Do you have any ideas?” Steve asks back.

“I don’t know.”

Steve tries to pour as much of his love and pride for her into his expression as he can. “Come on, Avery, tell me. I can’t promise we’ll choose one, but I wanna hear your ideas. What names do you like?”

“I liked Heather,” she says. That was one Steve suggested. You’d been unsure.

“Yeah?”

“And Tiffany, too. We’d be Ave, Beth, Dove and Tiff.”

“You’d sound like a TV show,” Steve laughs.

Avery giggles. “Okay, what about Sarah? Or Jessica?”

“I know too many Jessica’s,” Steve says, “but Sarah’s really nice.”

Steve doesn’t know what you’ll choose. Three weeks is the longest one of his girls has gone without a name, because this time you just can’t pick. Avery had a name before she was born, and you got one look at Dove and knew, but Bethie hadn’t been so easy, and now this new baby is following suit.

“Dad?”

“What?”

“She’s awake.”

Steve looks down, perplexed, and finds Avery’s right. The baby is awake in his arms, unmoving beside her slow sticky blinks.

“Some babies don’t open their eyes for weeks,” Steve tells Avery.

“Did I open mine?”

He nods. “You did.”

You rouse against Steve’s shoulder like you can tell the baby is alert. Maybe you can. You sit up with a little moan that makes his heartbreak in half for you, and your hand shoots to your hips. You’ve had a lot of pelvis pain, and some additional soreness where expected.

“You okay?” he asks.

You barely hear him, love and tenderness in every line and pore of your face. “My baby,” you say, with more emotions in your voice than there are words to describe. “Look, she’s looking at you.”

You pull Avery into your chest and she melts at the affection. She must be missing you more than she’ll say. You notice as Steve notices, tearing your gaze from the newborn against his chest to dot kisses in a bow over her forehead. “My first baby,” you say, delighted. “Sorry for falling asleep. Tell me about your day, honey, I promise I won’t fall asleep again.”

The baby starts crying eventually, and Avery’s face falls. You’re torn, Steve can tell, but you look at him with a smile that says, You have it, right?

Of course he does. Parenting is a balance you struck with one another a long time ago. He takes the baby into the kitchen to heat up a bottle of milk, and listens to you and Avery talking in the living room, hand pat pat patting the baby’s back.

“Hi, daddy.”

Steve pauses. He holds the baby tight to his chest, before bending down to look under the kitchen table.

“Oh, there my girls are. I thought you were upstairs watching Princess Polly.”

Dove and Bethie are under the table with a pack of crayons and a huge pad of paper. There’s paper scraps everywhere, and they couldn’t look happier in their mismatched pyjamas. Bethie’s the one who’d spoken, and she’s looking at him like he hung the moon.

Dove holds up her drawing. “Look!” she says.

“I’m looking!” he promises. “Woah! So pretty!”

Bethie won’t show hers. “Mine’s for mommy.”

“I see. Sure I can’t have a little sneak peek?”

She shakes her head. Steve kneels down on the floor so he can watch them drawing, the baby against his chest, bottle held to her mouth. He stays there as the baby falls asleep and is overjoyed by the sound of wax on paper, Dove’s happy babbling, and your laughter echoing in from the living room.

“Aw, baby,” you’re saying, like Avery’s told you something silly, “I love you.”

Steve doesn’t know who he’s trying to say it to, but he mouths it after you anyhow. I love you. All his girls.

The baby hiccups.

Steve thinks it might be her first love you too.

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