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luvfy0dor · 2 months

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Ahemm can I request s Fyodor x reader whos also russian but speaks better Japanese then him (i find it funny he's bad at learning Japanese) ♡

“Trust Me, Mine is Better ♡⁠˖” Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; Google translate Japanese, cursing, not proofread

Description; Fyodors partner is also Russian, but is better with speaking Japanese and learned faster, so his partner helps him out

A/n; I wanna have a study date w him so bad omg 3:

• He'd be a teeny bit passive about it to be honest, but all in all he'd be proud of you. It's not often that he comes across someone who's better than him at anything intellectual.

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Being in Japan with your boyfriend was lovely when he wasn't out being a terrorist. He loved to sight see whenever he left your homeland of Russia, but directions weren't his forte, nor was the Japanese language. You were able to speak it rather fluently though. You didn't have much of an accent to begin with, but however much of an accent you did have immediately disappeared when you opened your mouth to speak Japanese. He couldn't help but feel a little jealousy bubble in his chest when you could fluently speak with a random stranger in the street to ask which way something was, but he hid it well. As a matter of fact, he'd praise you.

"すみません、地下鉄の駅はどこですか?" (where is the subway station?) You asked when you stopped a man in the street, looking for a way home with your boyfriends hand in your own. You could almost feel Fyodors subtle glare gently burning through your skin like corrosives while you listened to the guy pointing you in the right direction. “ありがとう!" (Thank you) You say, giving a small nod of appreciation and leading Fyodor in the direction you were given. "Wow, Moya Lyubov, it's like you get better at speaking Japanese every day. Even your writing improves just as rapidly." The words rolled off his tongue smoothly and you gratefully accepted his compliments, smiling and squeezing his hand. "Thank you, yours does too. It's nice that we're both learning Japanese, so we can help eachother out." You say, looking at the street ahead of you, heading down a flight of stairs to a subway station.

"You sound like you're past simply learning." He says lightheartedly, a small smile on his face. You look over to him and nod. "I mean, I can get around, but I still have so much to learn and that's okay- Fedya, oh my gosh! We could have cute study dates together!! A lot of people do stuff like that in highschool or college, but since we were never together during either of those, we could do, like, a mock-study date." You say, excited by your new, groundbreaking idea. He seems amused by your enthusiasm, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. “I wouldn't mind being taught how to speak and write better as long as it's by you. Other people are much more condescending and teasing." He says. You could only imagine he was referring to Nikolai after watching him show the clown a paper with large Japanese symbols written on the paper, to which Nikolai started giggling and asked him what the fuck it was supposed to be.

Needless to say that was the last time Fyodor turned to Nikolai for constructive criticism, he wrote him off as unhelpful in this manner. Instead he'd only get it from native speakers or people who are, in his eyes, fluent in the language. They could give him real advice. But since you were proposing a study date with him where he could get constructive advice from you and do some more learning of the language in his own way, there was no reason to pass that opportunity up. You both agreed on the next evening after he got home from a DOA meeting, and it was more than pleasant. You both laid in each other's presence, practicing your writing, doing Duolingo lessons here and there, and etc. You eventually got bored, craving your lovers attention instead of knowledge. You leaned over and brushed his hair away from his face before whispering into his ear. “キスしてもいいですか?" His eyebrows furrow and his head turns to face you.

"Can you what?" His words are slightly slurred together with his accent and sleepiness. His lips are pink and clearly chewed with focus and frustration and his eyelids are droopy. "Can I kiss you?" You repeat in English. His eyes widen and he grins, reaching out to cup your face, pulling you in. "You don't have to ask to kiss me, Moya Lyubov." He closes his eyes and lets his lips meet yours, moving them together and rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You entangle your fingers in his hair and part, taking a quick breath of air and resting your forehead against his. "I know, I just figured I'd give you a new phrase in Japanese." He laughs and pulls you into his thin body. "Who else would I need to say it to?" His hands rubbed up and down your back. "No one, but still- just let me be flirty while staying on topic, alright?" You say with a laugh, twirling his hair around your finger. Not to say neither of you learned anything during your study date, but just in case Fyodor didn't, he now knew how to ask to kiss you.

A/n; sorry this post is like an hour later than usual my bad chat ☹️

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dewdropdinosaur · 3 months

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Falling for You Part 2

VOX x READER

Part One

Summary: After the incident, you can't stop thinking about Vox. Little did you know, he can't stop thinking about you either.

Warnings: NONE. More sassy narrator :0

This was a request for the wonderful @mcueveryday. Enjoy my lovely!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! See pinned post for details.

About a week had passed since what you were referring to as the “incident”. AKA, falling less than gracefully into Vox’s arms and practically making a fool of yourself. Everything had gone back to normal, at least it seemed to. You still did your heavy workload, still hung around Vox every day and late into the night, still drank over 400 mgs of coffee which you knew you should probably stop doing. In fact, the caffeine was probably the reason you were so anxious about the message you just got.

‘Meet me in my office at 6 pm - V’

That was it. You were doomed. Vox was gonna fire you or worse…find out you have feelings for him. Gripping your head in your hands, you lay down on the flat of your desk and let out a heavy sigh. ‘Put on a game face, just get it over with’ repeats over and over. The monitor of your computer reads ‘5:55 PM’. It has been different lately, with Vox, despite the routine returning. As if toeing that line of flirty and professional had become obsolete, a taboo. Never to happen again. You could hardly look at him anymore without remembering the feeling of his warm hands on your waist, how his figure vibrated with a soft static that could’ve(and almost) lulled you into a sense of security and peace that just felt right.

It felt right to Vox too. Him…Vox.. the charismatic and intellectual news anchor of Hell's 24/7 news channel ‘666’, had found himself caught in a web of emotions. He was the embodiment of chaos and cunning, but deep within the gears of his mechanical heart, there was a longing for something more.

You were definitely a force to be reckoned with. Smart, sassy, and absolutely unimpressed by Vox's grandeur, you had managed to keep him in check. You had been by his side for years, witnessing every outlandish broadcast, every flashy promotion, and every whirlwind scandal Vox was involved in. Yet, behind the scenes, an unspoken connection brewed.Vox couldn't quite put his finger on when his feelings for you had shifted from professional camaraderie to something more profound. Perhaps it was the way you effortlessly handled his chaotic demands, or maybe it was the subtle smiles you shared during stressful moments. Nevertheless, Vox found himself captivated by your fiery personality.

Then again, you too, were not immune to the magnetic pull Vox exerted. Admiring his flamboyance, his cunning charm, and the way he managed to always stay one step ahead in the cutthroat world of Hell's media. It was a guilty pleasure, one you dared not confess, let alone to Vox. Hell, you hadn't even written it down in your journal for fear of being discovered.

Vox, normally unfazed by such situations, felt a peculiar nervousness creeping up within him. Sure, he had flings and scandals, nothing a little media and personality couldn’t fix; the man had base and carnal needs after all. But..this…this was different. You were different.

As six pm approached, you cautiously entered his office with your usual charm to conceal your nerves(a clever ploy dear, I wonder how long that will last).

"Need any help, boss?" you smirked, usual confidence masking the subtle vulnerability that lurked beneath.

Vox spun his chair to face you, a smirk gracing his features. Both of you were playing this unspoken game of cat and mouse…who would talk about it first?

"You know, Y/N, I've been thinking," he began, his voice surprisingly soft.

"I've been dancing around this for far too long and I think I have come to a conclusion.” Vox rising from his chair, strode over to you and hovering over your figure. Your eyes widened, and for a moment, the usual demeanor was at a loss. In that vulnerable moment, Vox and your eyes meet, and for the first time, the depth of emotion reflected in each other's gaze. The tension between you crackled, igniting a spark that neither could ignore. Both smirks and facades fell and crashed.

With trembling hands, Vox reached out to caress your cheek, his heart pounding with anticipation. Breath caught in your throat as you leaned into his touch, both of your desires laid bare for each other to see.In a bold move fueled by years of pent-up longing, Vox closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to yours in a fervent kiss. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the intoxicating embrace, passion ignited like wildfire.

Removing himself slowly, a genuine smile played on your lips as you felt your knees buckle a little. Holding onto Vox for support, he grabs both your hands and helps you up.

Vox chuckled, relief washing over him. "There you go again, falling for me darling.”

“That’s what you go with, you egotistical bastard?," you teased.

With a shared laugh, the tension between them dissolved and in that moment, Hell seemed to stand still.

“Took you long enough you know?

“Y/N, you know better than anyone not to rush me.”

“And you know better than anyone that I run a tight ship! So do remember next time you wish to kiss me, that you might wanna schedule it because damn it Vox! I have been stressing about liking you for centuries!”

“You and every other woman in Hell.”

“Vox…”

“I know, I know. Trust me darling, I have only fallen for you. Or…rather you for me—twice.”

“I hate you, you know that right?”

“On the contrary, you quite like me dear.” The charismatic news anchor and his fearless assistant leaned in, lips meeting in another kiss that felt like an eternity in the making. Turns out you didn’t have much to worry about after all. Still, you do need to lay off the caffeine dear. It's not good for your heart.(Neither is going a few rounds on your bosses desk with your boss but that is a...ahem...long story for another time)

#romance #boss x employee #vox x reader #vox being a sassy fucker #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox #radio killed the video star #vox imagine #request #answered #kisses #the vees

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lutiaslayton · 10 months

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Did someone ask for more scans? No? Too bad, have more scans.

Emmy's letter to Professor Layton, post-Curious Village. The fabled letter, which can only be accessed properly if you rip open your copy of the Japan-exclusive Azran Legacy Guidebook (more or less).

Years ago, there were photos and a fan-translation floating around on tumblr. Now, I give you the new and high quality version, as well as a full transcript. You're welcome :>

It's been literally eight years since your post, but since your tags say that you wanted to be warned if a better scan were to be made, well... Here you go @puzzilitis x) I'm also tagging @the-azran-legacies, but I'm pretty sure your blog is completely dead since this translation post seems to be its latest sign of activity, and that was ten years ago.

Seriously though, just in case you get to see this -- thank you both so much for what you did all these years ago. Without your posts, I might never even have heard that this letter existed in the first place! Or, well, I likely would have heard of it by now given the fact that I've been documenting every single Layton media I can find -- but I would have lived through an entire decade of ignorance by that point.

The translation below has been done exclusively with DeepL because my free time is limited, sorry for that ^^' If you want another one in order to compare, you have the one linked above, and I will likely make another one later (much later).

みんなのエピソード２１｜レミからの手紙

Everybody's Episode 21: A Letter from Emmy

親愛なるレイトン教授へ Dear Professor Layton,

あれから数か月になりますが、教授、お元気ですか？ It's been a few months since then. Professor, how are you?

一緒に仕事をしている仲間からレイトン教授が遺産相続騒動を解決したという話を耳にして思わず手紙を書いてしまいました。 When I heard from a colleague I work with that you had solved an inheritance dispute, I couldn't resist writing to you.

タージェントから世界を救ったあのレイトン教授が単なる遺産相続のナゾトキの依頼を引き受けるなんて。まさか…と思いましたが、ナゾには目がない教授ですし、きっと知的好奇心を刺激される不思議な出来事だったんでしょうね。 How could the very same Professor Layton who had saved the world from Targent, now accept a mere inheritance puzzle request? I could not believe it… But you always had a penchant for puzzles, so I am certain that it had to be a mysterious event which truly stimulated your intellectual curiosity.

ルークはしっかりと役目を果たせたでしょうか？ Has Luke fulfilled his role well?

実は…私はいま、ワールドタイムズでカメラマンをしています。教授の活躍を教えてくれた仕事仲間って、ボストニアス号で世界を旅したときに出会ったドリスさんなんですよ。 By the way... I am now a photographer for the World Times. The colleague who told me about your activities is Doris. We met her when we were travelling around the world on the Bostonius.

教授のもとを去ってから私がワールドタイムズで働き始めたきっかけは、教授との旅がとても楽しかったから。 I started working for the World Times after I quit my job as your assistant, since I enjoyed the journey with you so much.

世界各地でのいろんな人との出会い、見る者を虜にする美しい景色…。それを世界中の人々に伝えたい、いっしかそんな気持ちになって、自然とワールドタイムズ編集部に足を運んでいました。 Meeting all kinds of people in different parts of the world, finding beautiful and captivating landscapes… I wanted to tell people all over the world about these experiences, and this is how I naturally came to visit the World Times editorial office.

今の仕事は、本当に楽しいです！ I really enjoy my current job!

ムスロッホでリボの滝と鍾乳洞の取材をしていたら、長老のシメジイさんから気になるうわさ話を聞いたんです。 While I was reporting for the Ribo Waterfalls and the limestone caves of Musloch, I heard interesting rumours from the elder, Mr Simejii.

そんな話を聞いたら、調査をするしかありませんよね！ After hearing such a story, I simply could not resist investigating!

村人たちの情報を頼りに鍾乳洞の奥を突き進んでいったら…幻の｢神秘の密林｣を発見しました！ After going deeper into the limestone caves, by relying on the information the villagers gave me… The fabled "Mystical Jungle" has been discovered!

ワールドタイムズの大スクープとして一面に大きく取り上げられたので教授もご存知かもしれませんが、これは私の初スクープなんですよ。 You may have already known of it since it was featured as huge news on the front page of the World Times, but this was my first scoop.

記事には書きませんでしたが、密林の奥には古代遺跡が隠されていました。 We did not mention it in the article, but there were ancient ruins hidden deep in the jungle.

ここにもたくさんのナゾが隠されているはずなので、いつか教授にナゾを解いてもらいたいなぁ。 There must be a lot of puzzles hidden there. I hope you will solve them one day.

もしかして、アスラント文明とは別の考古学史上に残る大発見がある…かも？ Maybe there is another major discovery in the history of archaeology that is unrelated to the Azran civilisation… maybe?

そんなスクープを追いかけて世界中を飛び回る毎日ですが、いま追いかけているのは、スラム街に現れた｢ナゾのマスク男｣です。この話、知的好奇心をくすぐられませんか？ I spend my days travelling around the world, chasing this kind of scoop. What I am chasing now is a "Puzzling Masked Man" who has appeared in the slum quarters. Doesn't this story tickle your intellectual curiosity?

お金持ちから金品を盗み、スラム街の子供たちにお金を与える現代の義賊｢マスク男｣。 The Masked Man is a modern-day righteous bandit who steals money and goods from the rich and gives it to the children in the slums.

最初は、この｢マスク男の正体｣をスクープするためカメラ片手に追いかけていましたが、スラム街の子供たちを見ているうちに、１人の記者としてそこに暮らす人々の現状もじっくりと取材したい、と思うようになりました。 At first, I followed this "Masked Man," camera in hand, in order to get a scoop on his identity. But as I watched the children in the slums, I began to think that, as a reporter, I should rather take the time to cover the current situation of the people living there.

スラム街にはたくさんの孤児がいます。私たちを無垢な笑顔で迎えてくれる子、まったく目を合わせてくれない子など、いろんな表情を見せてくれます。 There are many orphans in the slums. We see many different faces, from those who greet us with innocent smiles to those who don't make eye contact at all.

そんな彼らの姿を見ているうちに、昔のことを、ふと思い出してしまいました。 As I watched them, I suddenly remembered something from the past.

私も子供のころ父を失い、孤児になってしまうところでした。しかし、それを救ってくれたのは、おじさまだったんです。 I lost my father as a child and almost became an orphan. But Uncle Leon saved me from that.

あの頃、父を失った私をおじさまはまるで娘のように育ててくれました。 Back then, I had lost my father, and Uncle Leon brought me up as if I were his daughter.

だから、あの場所でおじさまを裏切るわけにはいかなかった。優しかったおじさまを裏切れなかった…。教授に嘘をついていたことは、申し訳ないと思っています。 So this is why I couldn't betray him in that place. I couldn't betray my kind Uncle Leon... I truly am sorry that I lied to you, Professor.

でも、こういうことがあったからこそ、教授に出会えた。人の運命って不思議ですね。 Still, it was because of these things that I met you. The destiny of people is a curious thing, isnt' it?

あ…、今の私を伝えたいと思ってこの手紙を書いたのに、過去の話になっちゃいましたね。私の話は、また教授に会ったときにお話ししますね。 Ah... I wrote this letter in order to tell you how I am now, but all this is about the past. I will tell you my story when we meet again.

というわけで…今は楽しく仕事をしています！ So, all that to say... I really am enjoying my work now!

そうそう、長かった髪を思い切ってばっさり切りました！ Yes, I also cut off my long hair in a very drastic way!

これまでタージェントの一員として生きてきましたが、いま、ワールドタイムズでカメラマンとして働く普通の女性として歩み出すことができた、そんな気がしています。 I have lived my entire life as a member of Targent. But now, I feel that I have been able to step forward as an ordinary woman, who is now working as a photographer for the World Times.

きっといつか、あなたにまた会える、その日まで。 I am sure that one day, we will meet again. Until that day.

ＰＳ．取材中の写真をドリスさんに撮ってもらいました！あっ、後ろにマスク男が…！ P.S. Doris took photos during the interview! Ah, the Masked Man is in the background...!

Emmy Altava

Important translation note: Emmy calls Bronev "oji-sama," all in hiragana, which makes it unclear whether she is related to him by blood or not (おじ means "uncle," but can also just mean "man who is older than the speaker" (at least from what I know)).

The Eternal Diva novel introduces Emmy as "a beautiful woman of Asian lineage" (and yes, I know, Asia is huge with a lot of different lineages, and I don't know either which corner of Asia is being talked about here), so make of that info what you like. In order to leave it as ambiguous as I could, I replaced all instances of "oji-sama" with "Uncle Leon."

There might be a few other translation changes I made, but I think this was the most important one to take note of.

By the way, I actually scanned the whole guidebook, and I will share it when I can (though don't hold your breath, as you probably know I am currently juggling between way too many projects). The scans aren't ready to be shared yet because they were basically done with me not really caring whether the pages would be perfectly straight, upside down, etc, and as such they need some editing.

(I checked and the resolution of the scans is high enough to make it so that editing doesn't hurt the quality in the slightest. I swear that when the scans are finished editing, you won't even realise it and they'll look just as good as what you're seeing above with Emmy's letter).

The editing also includes linking the pages together for aesthetics purposes. Some pages have artworks that spread over both pages, so I'm doing my best to make it look seamless! Here, have an example for the first double page in the book that really does it:

As you can guess, editing each of the 128 pages in order to get this result is time-consuming, and translating that is going to be a doozy. But let's just appreciate how awesome it will be once it's done, eh? :D

Anyway, next up on the blog is going to be the Eternal Diva novel translation. I'm still working on getting some buffer done, but hopefully the first "chapter" will get out soon! I'd like to post on Saturdays. Let's cross our fingers for tomorrow. Or next week, if today's translation is enough to satiate you all for now!

#professor layton #emmy altava #azran legacy spoilers #azran legacy #professor layton and the azran legacy #professor layton transcript #azran legacy guidebook #emmy's letter #layton preservation

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snailsdraw · 1 year

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[Start ID: 7 pages of HLVRAI narrative doodles following an interaction between a younger Bubby and Dr Coomer about the moon.

It is a late night at the Black Mesa facility in the year 1973. Bubby, now a scientist, is taking a load off outside by the train tracks within the facility, his legs dangling over the edge while his face is tilted to the sky with an unreadable expression. "Ah! There you are, Dr Bubby!" calls Dr Coomer, walking up from behind him. He continues, "May I ask what you're doing out here? Your presence was requested at the High-Energy Particle Labs about an hour ago, or so I've heard." Bubby seems to rub at his eyes before turning his face sideways to throw a glance at the approaching fellow scientist. He smirks: "Oh Harold, when have I ever let those idiots get their way? Besides, I haven't failed to deliver even when 2 hours short. I'd say they're just too intimidated by my Intellectual Prowess to trust me with it." Dr Coomer stoops down to sit down next to him, humming in a humouring manner.

"Bubby, I do recall you only learning how to use the lavatory a month ago-" Dr Coomer begins to say, before Bubby interrupts him. "Look, I was created to be a scientific genius, not a toilet user," Bubby retorts. Not quite paying attention to his response, Dr Coomer hums absentmindedly, gaze turned to the full moon hanging above them. Out here, the dark open sky is speckled with pinprick stars and graced by passing clouds. Dr Coomer comments: "The Moon is quite beautiful tonight, isn't it?" "Well, I'm not surprised. It usually is," replies Bubby. "What would be nice is to see it up close..." Sensing hidden melancholy in his words, Dr Coomer steals a sideways look at him.

Bubby is quiet for a bit, face still turned to the moon. "…I was always going to find a way onto that rocket, you know?" Bubby finally says, quietly. "Leave it to the labcoat bastards to fuck that up…keeping me locked up in that damn tube a year too damn long." Dr Coomer looks away, feeling a smidge guilty at being a "labcoat bastard" himself in Bubby's words. The year is 1973, a year after NASA's last lunar mission.

They sit in silence, until Bubby feels an elbow nudging at him. "Now, now, that's not the Dr Bubby I've come to know," Dr Coomer says encouragingly, having recovered from his momentary guilt, "Look with me, won't you?"

"The Moon is still up there, isn't she? In all her glowing radiant glory," says Dr Coomer, gesturing to the moon with an open palm. Bubby looks at him curiously as the stout man continues: "And as long as she's still up there," - and Dr Coomer punctuates his sentence by poking a finger to Bubby's chest - "I believe you will find a way to meet her."

Dr Coomer retracts his hand, keeping his other palm held open towards the moon. He quirks an eyebrow at Bubby, grinning: "Afterall, would a "scientific genius" be handicapped by the mere discontinuation of the Apollo Project?" Bubby is speechless for a moment, taking in Dr Coomer's words in subtle awe before a smug grin stretches across his cheek. "Oh, of course not!" Bubby says confidently, a glint bouncing off his glasses as he adjusts them smartly, "What do they take me for? A fool?"

Dr Coomer smiles warmly at Bubby in amusement as Bubby continues arrogantly: "I'll be up there in no time! In fact, why stop there? I'll go even further!" "I'll be the first terrestrial being to see the universe in its entirety!" Bubby's words echo in Dr Coomer's mind somewhere in the future, when the elderly scientist floats alone in a dark void of space above everything he had once thought to be real. Looking down on the now small piece of railway area he'd just been standing on with the rest of the Science Team, his doubtless reply to Bubby back in 1973 rings hollowly in his mind. "I'm sure you will, Bubby."

End ID.]

I had to split the Boomer thing into two because the ID would been even longer if not.

Yall have @ves-doodles to thank for introducing me to the Saturn V rocket.

[Link to Part 1.] <<

#hlvrai #hlvrai bubby #hlvrai coomer #id #snail's art

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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Respect Your Elders

Telltale!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2.3k commission: edward being teased by a younger reader for being an old man, but it's fine because this old man fucks severely 💚 commission me here! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: degradation, rough sex, forceful

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing there?”

Edward was sitting at his desk with the new computer you had installed. His back tensed up at your words, and you could tell without seeing that his face was contorted into one of absolute irritation and rage. And you were glad of it. Nothing pleased you more than riling him up. It was often the only fun you got to have. Unsurprising to anyone who you told, being the Riddler’s assistant didn’t actually lead to a lot of excitement or jolly good times. It was tough, rigorous, never-ending work. But you could suffer through it, if it meant spending time with Edward. As much as you teased him, you knew it was all down to your little crush. Like a child on the playground. Your playful bullying was an outlet for your true feelings, which you could never reveal to him. You needed to keep the upper-hand in this relationship. You knew it would be entirely too dangerous to let him know he had any kind of advantage on you, or at least more than the ones he already assumed he had.

“You know…”

Edward spoke through gritted teeth and raised his head, not turning to face you yet.

“… age is but a number, my dear. I think I can handle a computer, I’m intellectually more advanced than anyone, especially you.”

“Mhm… you know you’ve been clicking the wrong thing for five minutes now?”

“I… I’m not…”

With an irritated grumble, he shoved the mouse to the side and pushed the keyboard away. Turning in the chair, he got up and pushed past you out of the room.

“I can’t get anything done with you standing around here bothering me!”

Though it was clear he was leaving in an attempt to get away from you, you followed him anyway.

“Age is just a number, yes… but there’s plenty of things that being older hardly lends itself to, and you would know better than most. I mean you’re what? 65? 70?”

“I’m 60! As well you know! And besides, normal rules don’t apply to me.”

“Sure they do, Edward. You’re not a super-human. You’re just a little old man in his cute little green hoodie. Hell, you even use a cane!”

“Keep this up and I’ll be using it on you.”

You giggled as you skipped after him. It was so easy. He was almost too easy in fact. And maybe you should have felt bad about it, about getting him so exasperated and irritated. But you needed the release. It was frustrating to be cooped up with him berating you and being miserable all the time. You were owed the pleasure of bothering him.

“Mhm… grumpy old man. Keep it up, Edward. You’re hardly deflecting the stereotypes.”

“What other stereotypes do I fit into then?”

He stopped at the work bench that held his latest gadget in progress, standing to work on it as you continued your tirade of childish mockery.

“Hm… well, you’ve got that greying hair.”

“Exactly. Greying. Not quite fully grey yet, I’ll have you know.”

“Yeah. Wrinkles?”

“So few!”

“You’ve started forgetting things, getting slow in your old age.”

“I think that’s more because you’re constantly distracting me and throwing me off.”

“Oh sure, blame me!”

He was silent as you considered saying the one thing that had been playing on your mind since the beginning of the argument.

“I bet you’re getting a bit slow other places too… not quite the stamina you used to have…”

“I’m as agile as I ever was.”

“In what areas… because I’m thinking of one particular. Requires a bit more than agility… requires an ability to sustain something else…”

Edward turned to you with a questioning gaze.

“Do you mean…?”

“I mean sex, grampa.”

You winked with a mischievous smile as you said it, noticing his cheeks reddening slightly at the mention. But he turned away from you again, hiding any embarrassment he might have felt.

“Yes, well. You wouldn’t know anything about that anyway.”

“I guess I could find out, if I pester you long enough.”

“Don’t be so ridiculous. Besides, you’re aware of my comings and goings. It’s been quite some time since I’ve been with anyone, the results of any experimentation would be skewed by lack of sufficient data.”

“Is that because you literally can’t anymore?”

“I’m pretty sure I could get by, just the same as any other virile man.”

“Oh yeah, sure! And would you still need your cane while you were going at it? Or would you risk breaking a hip?”

“Very funny.”

“And when, just out of curiosity, was the last time you even had an erection?”

“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer.”

“Because you can’t remember? Is that because it was so long ago or because your memory is terrible now that you’re ancient?”

“I’m not going to tell you again to drop this.”

“Aw, did I hit a nerve? Is it difficult to talk about? I bet it is. I bet you can’t even get it up anymore.”

You turned from him, laughing, walking towards the other work bench, cleared apart from some papers and files.

“Such a shame, I wonder if you would have been any good, when you were young enough to actually make a dent in someone.”

As you craned your head to see if he was still listening, to gauge the effect your taunting was having on him, you were met with the sudden shock of his hand, palm against your neck, grip tight, as he lowered you down onto the workbench, swiping the papers to the floor before he forced you down onto it.

“Care to find out?”

“Really? You gonna give it to me good, old man?”

“Oh no. You don’t deserve anything good. You’re a very, very bad girl. And you’ll be treated as such for the duration. Now. Don’t mess around anymore. Take off your panties and pull your skirt up.”

“Yeah? You gonna make me?”

He tightened the grip, pinning you to the desk as you gasped and smiled, unable to hold back the excitement at feeling his body against yours.

“Respect your elders, my dear. Do as you are told.”

You still felt excited, tantalised by the demanding nature he had taken on. But there was an element of fear behind it. Something about the way he stared into you, eyes penetrating your soul, teeth gritted and brows furrowed into a scowl. There was nothing but cruelty in his face. So you did as you were told, sliding your panties down your thighs. He snatched them from you, holding them up and examining them.

“Quite flirtatious, aren’t they. Were you expecting something? Or are you just a run of the mill whore?”

You didn’t have an answer from him, so you remained silent.

“And damp! Already!”

Bringing them to his face he inhaled, taking in the scent of your arousal, before he tossed them aside.

“Well… next step, come on. Do not make me wait.”

Lifting your skirt up slowly, you revealed yourself to him as his mouth curled into a sly smile.

“Wonderful, you can actually do as you’re instructed. I truly thought you might be too pitifully stupid for that. Let’s see if you can keep up the good work. Turn around, and bend over.”

“Ok, Edward. You can stop joking now. You’ve had your fun, you got a good look at me. You can drop the dirty old man act.”

He stepped forward quickly, far quicker than you had seen him move before. With his hands gripping your arms he turned you around, slamming you down onto the surface and pinning you there under his weight, his strength surprising.

“Oh, I’ve not even begun to have my fill of you yet.”

“Edward, wait! P-please!”

“Too late for mercy and apologies now, dear. Perhaps, if you had extended that same gratitude to me, you wouldn’t be in this particular position right now. But, your punishment must suit the crime. So I am going to fuck you until you can see how effortlessly I can make you scream. I haven’t lost that touch yet.”

“I was joking, Edward!”

“I’m not.”

As you closed your eyes tight, trying to struggle out from under his body, you could hear him shuffling, not realising that he had undone his belt and pants until you felt the heat of his flushed cock pressing against your pussy.

“W-wait, I’m not- I’m a-”

Your words were cut short by your scream as he thrust himself into you with little care. Rough, painful, completely filling you with his impressive length and thickness. And the sound of your pain only seemed to further excite him as he began a brutal pace, slapping into you, pounding your body into the surface you were trapped against.

His soft grunting echoed around you as he exerted his entire energy in an effort to have you whimpering under him. The size, the pressure, the way his fingers dug into your skin, nails leaving tiny half-crescents as they indented and left marks. The stinging sensation made your eyes water as you gasped, trying to catch your breath, fighting for some respite between the punishing blows to your rear as he slammed himself hard into you.

“Edward… you’re being… too rough…”

He snarled, laughing deep and low as he continued his vicious movements.

“That’s the… ah… whole point, dear… you… hng… didn’t expect anything like this… ah… from an old man, did you?”

“I’m sorry… please… I take it back… just… just be gentle!”

“I’m sorry too… hah… you’d hardly learn… mph… your lesson if I… ah… stopped now…”

You clung to the edge of the surface, knuckles white as you tried to focus on something other than the embarrassment, the way you were being so humiliated under Edward’s irritatingly delicious fucking. He really did have control over you. Strength, power, and an impressive dick. And the talent to make you a quivering mess below him, unable to stop yourself from getting wetter and hotter as the looming threat of orgasm came closer and closer to you.

“You’re a silly little slut… do you know that?”

In a stupefied daze you nodded, acknowledging his degradation, almost willing for more to be dished out to you. You wanted to be punished, you wanted to be his slut, his whore. You would be anything he wanted right now.

“The youth of today… ah… they don’t know how… to respect… their elders…”

The skin of your ass cheek suddenly flashed hot as you heard the crack of his palm striking it.

“Back in my day… you would have learned to be respectful… to shut up… especially women… like you… keep your mouth closed… unless it’s to accept my cock…”

He punctuated the words with more spanking, and you could feel the area almost numbed from the stinging, silently hoping that he might have left a mark that could admire later. At the thought of it, you could feel your legs growing weak under you, trembling as you prepared for the inevitable, an orgasm, cumming over Edward’s dick as it slid in and out of you. Giving him what he had taken from you in his act of aggression.

“Already… heh… that close to finishing?”

You bit your lip in response as you tried to hold back the moans of pleasure.

“And you… wanted to mock me about… stamina?”

He laughed as he smacked at your ass and thighs, his own pace quickening.

“You’d think you… hadn’t done… this before…”

With your cheek pressed onto the table, eyes watering, tears streaming down your cheeks, you managed to catch his eye. As he realised that you hadn’t done this before, his mouth contorted into a smug grin.

“Are you kidding me? You talk a very big game, dear. You had the nerve. The audacity. To mock me.”

Every sentence ended with him slamming his body into you, burying his cock deeper and deeper, straining you, stretching you to your limit.

“And you’re nothing but an inexperienced little virgin.”

You could feel your cheeks redden, deeply regretting your cruel taunting, desperate to take it back. But then, had you never said anything, you wouldn’t be receiving the greatest punishment, and pain, you ever had to endure.

“Say it. Say you’re a virgin.”

“I’m a virgin.”

“And tell me you want me to fuck you hard, to ruin you, before anyone else has even had a chance.”

“I… Eddie, please…”

“Tell me that you’re mine now.”

“I’m yours.”

“And that you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

He laughed, grin spread ear to ear as he felt you clench around him, willing him to keep going, to fill your tight cunt. With his fingers digging deeper into your skin, he held you onto him, keeping you still as he enjoyed the feeling. He’d never been anyone’s first before. It was an experience he wanted to savour. His lips were wet with his owl drool as he salivated, making a mental note of how good you felt around him, committing the sensations to memory for the next time he had to take care of himself. The way your body accommodated him, the way it made room for his ample length. Like you were trying your hardest to be a very good girl, to take everything he was giving you.

“I want it, Eddie, please.”

The desire to please you was usurped by his strong need to see his punishment through.

“Oh… well in that case.”

He pulled himself out of you.

“We’ll prolong the experience. Get down on your knees. I’ll decide when little miss gets to have her orgasm.”

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Alright I want drama so can you do Malcom and Stevie going after the same girl and all the stuff that happens

The Fight For Love (Malcolm Wilkerson X Reader)

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Summary: Malcolm and Stevie find out that they’ve been wanting the same girl. Now they’re fighting for her attention, and neither of them back down from a challenge.

A/N: anon doesn’t say who reader should end up with so she ends up with Malcolm bc that’s who I write for. But if you wanna see this with a Stevie ending lmk!

***

“Stop acting… like you’re… so good with… relationships… Malcolm.” Stevie rolled his eyes at his best friend before taking a bite of his sandwich. “You don’t… have game.”

“Yes, I do!” Malcolm protested. “Remember Sarah Coleman?”

“In eighth grade… and she… dumped… your ass.”

“What about Alison?”

“An idiot… who dumped you… for your brother.”

“Nicki?”

“Crazy… and locked you… in her attic.”

“Whatever.” Malcolm sighed. “It’s not like you’ve ever had a girlfriend.”

“Angela… Pozefsky.”

“Well, I dated her first. Besides, it’s not like you two lasted long.” Malcolm shrugged and shook his head from the annoyance of Stevie having a good rebuttal. He started picking at his food, which should’ve signaled the end of the conversation. But before he could take a bite, he dropped his fork and turned back to Stevie. “You know what? They don’t even matter anymore. I like someone else anyway.”

“Oh, really?” Stevie asked, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, and I got a real chance with her.”

“Of course… you do.” Stevie responded sarcastically, taking another bite of his food. Malcolm looked at him confused.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You like… someone… and think you… have a shot… so you… obsess.”

“No, I don’t!”

“Yes… you do.”

“Whatever. Look, I have a real chance with this girl, I know it. Have you ever connected with someone so well that you just know, deep down, that they’re it for you?” Malcolm stared off with a dreamy look on his face, obviously deep in thought about the girl he was talking about.

“I have… actually,” Stevie said, which surprised Malcolm, pulling him out of his state.

“Really? You’ve never talked about her before.”

“If I could… get a… word in… I-”

“So what’s she like?” Stevie rolled his eyes at Malcolm, but soon brushed it off, ready to talk about the girl he’s had his eye on.

“Treats me like… a person. Doesn’t… sugarcoat… but still… sweet.”

“Same with mine!” Malcolm responded. “She’s straightforward, but she’s still like, the nicest person ever.”

“She’s smart… too.”

“I can have an intellectual conversation with her without feeling like a freak. And she’s so funny too.”

“Her laugh… is heavenly.”

“Let’s say their names on three,” Malcolm suggested. Stevie nodded. “One.”

“Two.”

“Three. Y/n.”

“Y/n.”

The smiles on the boys’ faces faded once they realized what the other had said. It seemed they were both talking about the same girl.

“Crap.”

***

After a lengthy discussion, Stevie and Malcolm concluded that they were, in fact, talking about the same girl. Y/n had known them for years, meeting them back in middle school. She wasn’t in the Krelboyne class, but she was still clever enough to understand complex matters and keep up with the boys’ conversations. She was nice, but could still tell it how it is. And no matter what, she was still the boys’ friend.

Stevie and Malcolm also concluded that they both liked Y/n too much to back away and let the other have a chance to woo her. So they agreed to let the best man win.

“Hey, Y/n.” Malcolm greeted his friend, slightly out of breath. He woke up early and ran to school so he could talk to Y/n before Stevie could. But she didn’t need to know that.

“Hey, Malcolm. You know, I think this is the first time I’ve seen you come to school this early.” She smiled at him and he could’ve melted right there. He shrugged, trying to be nonchalant.

“Decided to try something new, I guess.”

“Well, I hope you stick with it. I’ve missed seeing you in the mornings.”

Malcolm felt like he could’ve died right there. She was missing his presence? They saw each other almost every day, and she still missed him?

“Really?” Malcolm asked. He felt like he had just imagined her response, but was really hoping that he didn’t.

“Of course, Malcolm! I miss the days back in middle school when you, Stevie, and I would hang out before we had to split to our different classes.” And just like that, Malcolm’s mood deflated. Y/n didn’t miss just him, she also missed his best friend, who he was secretly fighting for her attention.

He shook off the disappointment. He had to stick to his plan.

“Well, speaking of different classes, want me to walk you to yours?” Malcolm felt proud of himself. It sounded so effortless and smooth, yet he was trying not to overthink every second of this interaction too badly.

“Sure! I was waiting for someone, but I need to get to class early to ask my teacher something and I don’t think they’ll be here in time.” Malcolm tried not to ask who Y/n was waiting for. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was letting him walk her to class, step one of his plan.

***

“Hey, Stevie.” Y/n greeted the boy as he rolled his chair over to his assigned spot next to her. When he locked the wheels in place, he turned to her and mirrored the smile she had.

“Hi, Y/n.” When he reached back to grab supplies out of his backpack, he noticeably did a double take at her. “You look… really nice… today.” He acted like he just noticed, but Stevie saw it the second he came into the room. But to be fair, he thought she looked nice every day.

“Oh, thanks! I went to the mall last weekend and kind of splurged.”

“Well… you have… good taste.”

“Thank you, Stevie.” Her smile was softer but felt just as bright.

“Sorry I… couldn’t… meet you… this morning… Dad woke up… late.” If he could, Stevie would kick himself for missing her in the morning, even though logically it wasn’t his fault. He had to rely on his dad to drive him unless he wanted to go on the bus or wheel to school. Stevie just hoped he could make it up to Y/n.

“Oh, it’s okay. Malcolm walked me to class.” Y/n didn’t notice the quick flash of annoyance on Stevie’s face at the mention of Malcolm.

“Really?”

“Yeah. It was kinda weird seeing him this morning. I usually never see him that early in the day.” Y/n pulled a notebook out of her backpack and set it on the desk before looking at Stevie. “But he said he was trying something new, so maybe I’ll be seeing more of him again.”

“Maybe,” Stevie whispered. He couldn’t believe that Malcolm would swoop in on Y/n when Stevie was supposed to walk her to class. Stevie had to think of something. “Wanna get… lunch… together?”

Y/n was about to answer when the bell rang, cutting her off. The teacher started talking but Stevie couldn’t pay attention, still waiting for her answer. When the teacher turned around to write something on the board, Y/n smiled at Stevie and nodded.

Perfect.

***

Lunch couldn’t come quickly enough. Stevie made his way to the quad and tried spotting Y/n. It was a simple task. He could pick the girl out in a crowded place any day. When he found her, he started moving towards her. But something stopped him.

Malcolm had also spotted Y/n and then noticed Stevie. The two boys glared at each other, and the race was on. It started slowly, a leisurely walk and roll, to not draw too much attention to themselves. But then they sped up and kept getting faster until they finally stopped at Y/n’s table. She looked up, startled, but the confusion left her face when she recognized who was in front of her.

“Hey, Malcolm! Hey, Stevie!” She turned to each boy when acknowledging him.

“Hi, Y/n.” They said in unison, glaring at each other before sitting down. Y/n didn’t seem to notice.

“I didn’t know… Malcolm… would be… joining us,” Stevie commented as he pulled out his lunch box. Before Y/n could respond, Malcolm dropped his backpack on the table and yanked out his paper bag of food.

“She asked me before third period.” He stared Stevie down. “Is that a problem, Stevie?”

“Not at all.”

“Are you guys okay?” Y/n asked, eyes darting between the two. “You guys are acting kind of weird. Well, weirder than usual.”

“We’re fine.” They both responded shortly. Y/n nodded, not convinced but not feeling like delving deeper into the boys’ behavior. The three friends ate, silence and tension thick. After a few minutes, Malcolm decided to make a move.

“So, Y/n, are you doing anything tonight?” Stevie glared at Malcolm, but he and Y/n didn’t notice. Malcolm was focused on Y/n, who was trying to recall any plans she had.

“Nothing, I think. Why?”

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after school.” Malcolm shrugged as if he had just spontaneously thought of it. “I think I heard about this movie that just came out.” When he got home after his talk with Stevie, Malcolm scoured the internet and newspaper for different things that would peak Y/n’s interest.

“Oh, yeah! I think I know what movie you’re talking about. I’d love to go with you, Malcolm.”

“Great!” He felt so accomplished and smug, the way he did when he won an award for academic achievement. Stevie wanted to wipe that look off his face.

“Oh my gosh, we’re so rude.” Y/n gasped, turning to face Stevie. “I can’t believe we just made plans in front of you, Stevie. Do you wanna come with us?” With anyone else, Stevie would’ve rolled his eyes, feeling like the invitation was just out of pity. But he knew that Y/n was genuinely guilty about excluding him from something.

So it killed him when he turned her offer down.

“No, thanks… But you two… have fun.” He knew that if he came with Y/n and Malcolm, Malcolm would get nowhere with her. But at the same time, neither would he. So he had to restrain himself from trying to sabotage Malcolm’s time with her and make her time with him special and more memorable.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah… we can… hang out… another time.”

Malcolm was surprised. He thought that Stevie would have jumped at the opportunity to spend time with Y/n. But he wasn’t going to complain about getting some alone time with her. When he thought about it, it was fair for each of them to have their own time with Y/n to try to win her over.

“How about tomorrow?”

“Perfect.”

***

Malcolm felt like he was blessed by God himself. His mom let him take the car to school and said that as long as he went to the store before coming home at a reasonable time, he could go wherever he wanted. He considered the possibility that maybe Lois was high on something, but he decided not to question it.

Y/n was in the passenger seat, quietly singing along to the radio and bobbing her head to the beat. He wasn’t even dating her, and he was wondering how he got so lucky.

“We’re here.” He announced as he parked the car in the movie theater parking lot. They got out and went inside. Malcolm made sure to hold the door open for her. While in line, the two debated what they wanted for food. When they decided, it was suddenly their turn to go up to the counter. Malcolm gave the worker the movie title and their food order, and paid before Y/n could reach for her wallet.

“Malcolm, you didn’t have to do that.” She groaned as he put his wallet back in his pocket.

“It’s fine, Y/n, really.”

“At least let me pay you back half.” She insisted, trying to put the money in his hand. He shook his head, just as stubborn.

“Y/n, I’m serious, it’s okay.” Knowing he wouldn’t budge, Y/n sighed and put the money back in her pocket.

“Fine.” she said, grabbing the big bucket of popcorn as Malcolm grabbed their drink (they decided it would be cheaper to share a large than each getting their own drink). It was Y/n’s favorite drink. It wouldn’t have been Malcolm’s first choice if the drink was just for himself, but he was okay with drinking it. “But I’m paying next time.” Malcolm lit up.

“So there’s a next time?” He asked, letting her pick where they were going to sit in the theater. They sat directly in the middle.

“Of course!” Feeling more than content, Malcolm settled into his seat with a smile and they watched the previews. More people started to fill the theater. “Is that Stevie?”

They had to squint. The room was dark, and they were high up, but yes. Stevie Kenarban had wheeled his way into the theater, parking himself in one of the handicapped sections on the ground floor.

“Wanna go sit with him, Malcolm?” Y/n asked, already starting to get up.

“Sure!” He acted excited, but Malcolm was livid. What happened to hanging out with her another day?

After squeezing their way through the aisle and down the stairs, the two ended up next to Stevie.

“Hi, Stevie!” The boy looked surprised when he saw the two.

“Hey, guys.” Just before Y/n was going to sit down in the seat next to Stevie, Malcolm took it. It was bad enough that Stevie was here, but there was no way Malcolm was gonna have Y/n sit between the two of them. Y/n didn’t mind, sitting in the seat next to Malcolm.

“What are you doing here?” Y/n asked quietly, previews about to end.

“Yeah, Stevie, I thought you weren’t gonna come,” Malcolm added on, a bit of venom in his tone.

“Dad says… I should… get out more.” Stevie shrugged before eating a handful of his popcorn. In reality, it took a bit of convincing to get Stevie’s dad to drive him to the movie theater. He had originally thought that it was okay for each boy to have time to themselves with Y/n.

But after thinking about what Malcolm would try to get up to, he didn’t care anymore.

The movie cut their conversation short. Stevie rolled his eyes every time he saw Malcolm and Y/n share their drink or bump hands while reaching for the popcorn. But then, the unthinkable happened. Malcolm pulled the cliche, yawning and stretching even though it was 4 pm, before laying his arm on the back of Y/n’s seat. Even worse, she didn’t mind. When Malcolm’s arm slipped off the seat and onto her shoulders, she smiled.

Stevie was livid.

***

“It’s nice out today,” Y/n said as she basked in the sun’s warmth. She and Stevie decided to study together for a test they had coming up and Stevie suggested the park. They grabbed some lunch and sat at her favorite park table, now flipping through books and writing down notes.

“Yeah… it is.” Stevie agreed, his focus more on Y/n than the textbook in front of him. He already knew everything he needed to know about this subject, but he enjoyed studying with Y/n. Her notes were organized, and she made clever jokes about whatever she was reading. Plus, he could never complain about the view that was in front of him right now.

“What did you get for number five?” She asked, looking at the study guide the teacher had provided them. Stevie glanced down at his packet.

“Number five?” He asked for confirmation. When she nodded, looked at his answer. “I got-“

“Oh! Hey guys!” A voice sounded a few feet from the table. The two looked up to see Malcolm. Y/n looked delighted by the surprise, Stevie on the other hand looked less than thrilled.

“What are you doing here, Malcolm?” Y/n asked with a smile.

“Yeah… What are… you doing… here?” Stevie asked with annoyance. Malcolm shrugged as if he had just popped up in the park.

“Oh, just wanted some fresh air. Get out of the house for a bit.” He walked over and sat next to Y/n, who made room for him on the bench. “What are you guys working on?”

“We have a test next week, so we decided to study,” Y/n answered, looking through her textbook to try to find her answer to number five. Malcolm peeked over her shoulder at the question and then pointed to the answer in the book. “Oh! Thanks, Malcolm.”

“We have… a lot… of work… to do… So maybe-” Stevie started to say, trying to get Malcolm out of here as fast as possible. But Y/n, seeming to misread his tone, cut him off.

“Do you think you could help us study, Malcolm?” Stevie sighed. He knew that even if he wanted to, Malcolm would never be able to say no to those eyes.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna intrude.” He smiled politely, but Stevie saw through the act.

“Actually-“ Again, he was cut off.

“Of course! You could quiz us and stuff. You don’t mind, do you, Stevie?” Even though he wanted to, Stevie couldn’t say no to her.

“The more… the merrier.”

“Awesome! I’ll be right back.” Y/n stood up, gathering all the trash from her and Stevie’s lunch. “Gonna go throw this away.” The boys watched as she walked off to a trash can. When she was out of earshot, they turned to each other.

“Why… are you… here?” Stevie asked, anger seeping into his tone.

“I could’ve asked you the same thing the other day,” Malcolm responded. “I thought we agreed to let the best man win, fair and square.”

“And I thought… ‘screw that.’”

Malcolm groaned, letting his head fall into his hands. He slowly looked up.

“Neither of us will get anywhere if we keep acting like this,” He sighed. “We gotta ask her.”

“Ask her… what?”

“Yeah, ask me what?” The boys jumped in their seats, startled. Y/n sat back down in her spot, looking at her friends as she waited for an answer.

“Uhhhh…” Stevie trailed off, trying to think of something. Luckily, Malcolm was always a quick thinker.

“We were just wondering… Do you have any plans next week?”

“I don’t think so. Why?”

“Well, there’s this restaurant that I think you’d like.”

“And there’s an… arboretum… that just opened.”

“Aw, like a group friend date?” Malcolm and Stevie had to suppress their groans. They couldn’t tell if Y/n was messing with them or if she was actually oblivious to what they were hinting at.

“Something like that.”

***

“It’s kinda sad Malcolm didn’t show up. This place is beautiful.” Y/n said as she and Stevie walked around the arboretum. The sunlight shined through the tree branches, making it seem like they were glowing.

“At least… we can… enjoy it,” Stevie said, watching Y/n as she walked down the concrete path, the sun hitting her just right, making her look angelic.

“You know, these last two weeks have been so great. I miss hanging out with you all the time.” Y/n stopped under some shade, Stevie following suit.

“Me too,” Stevie said excitedly.

“I don’t know what changed. But whatever did, I’m glad it happened. You and Malcolm are so fun to be around.” Stevie wished so badly that he didn’t hear his friend’s name. Y/n checked her watch. “Oh, gosh. Speaking of Malcolm, I gotta make sure I’m not late to that restaurant. Want me to walk you to your dad’s car?”

Stevie’s heart sank.

“Sure.”

They made their way towards the entrance of the arboretum. Stevie wished that he could’ve had Y/n all to himself today, but that’s not what he and Malcolm agreed on. After a few months of yearning and a few weeks of fighting over Y/n, the two made an agreement. Today was the last day for them to confess their feelings to her.

And Stevie was about to miss his chance. Every time he tried to bring it up, he chickened out.

“Well… this… is me,” Stevie said as they stopped next to Stevie’s dad’s car. “Are you sure… you don’t want… a ride?”

“I’m sure, Stevie. It’s not that far of a walk. But you’re sweet for asking.” Without a warning, Y/n leaned down and kissed Stevie’s cheek. When she stood up straight, she waved at Stevie’s dad before looking back at her friend. “I’ll see you around, Stevie.” She turned around and started to walk away.

“Y/n!” Stevie blurted out suddenly. She whipped around.

“Yeah, Stevie?” This was his last chance. All he had to do was say a few words.

“Have a… good time.”

***

“I hope you didn’t have to wait too long,” Y/n said as she plopped down in the booth across from Malcolm. She noticed that he ordered her favorite drink and an appetizer for her. How sweet. “Walk took a little longer than expected.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t wait too long.” Malcolm started fiddling around with the straw that was in his drink. He couldn’t stop wondering about what Stevie had said to her on their little outing. “How was the arboretum?”

“It was so beautiful. You should’ve been there, Malcolm.”

“Wish I was.”

“Enough about me.” Y/n took a sip of her drink. “What were you up to today?”

‘Thinking of you and hoping to whatever’s out there that Stevie didn’t say what I wanna say to you.’ He thought.

“Oh, nothing much.” He said instead. “Honestly, I was looking forward to this the whole day. I really like hanging out with you, Y/n.”

“Aw, I really like hanging out with you too, Malcolm.”

This must be a sign. Right? Why would you really like being around someone unless you like them to some degree? But did she mean it in a friendly way like Malcolm should have meant, or did she mean it in a more than friendly way like Malcolm did mean?

Malcolm was starting to think that Stevie was right about him obsessing.

“So, what are you gonna have?” the question pulled Malcolm out of his thoughts, but that only made him have different thoughts. Malcolm had actually gotten to the restaurant before Y/n on purpose to talk to the waiter. After he and Stevie realized they both liked Y/n, Hal found out. And being the hands-on man he was when it came to his sons’ love lives, he decided to help Malcolm out. Malcolm didn’t take all of his dad’s suggestions, but there was one that stuck with him.

Whatever Y/n ordered, Malcolm told the server to stick a note that he had given him to the side of her plate. It was a note explaining how he felt about her. He knew that if he tried saying it, he would just chicken out. So the note ensured that she would know of his feelings.

But now that she was so close to finding the note, he was starting to feel sick.

“Uhhhh, I don’t know. I’ll probably figure it out before the server comes.” But very soon, the waiter came. Malcolm just picked the first appealing thing he saw on the menu, not that he was feeling very picky. Then Y/n ordered, and the waiter left, leaving the two to themselves.

“Can I ask you something?” Y/n asked, taking a bite of the appetizer Malcolm had ordered.

“Sure,” Malcolm said nervously, though he tried not to show it.

“Is there a reason why you and Stevie have been wanting to hang out with me so much lately? I mean, I don’t mind, but it kinda seemed out of the blue. I don’t know, maybe I’m just imagining it.”

“You’re not.” Malcolm cut off what was about to become a ramble. Y/n looked up, somewhat confused.

“I’m not?”

“No.” Malcolm took a deep breath. Looks like he wouldn’t be needing that note after all. “Y/n, the truth is-”

“Here you go.” The server had come back with their food, faster than usual, the two noted. He set the dishes down in front of them and after making sure they didn’t need anything else, made his way to leave. “Enjoy.” The two were now alone again, but with more tension than when the waiter had come. Malcolm was about to tell Y/n that he liked her and Y/n was waiting to find out what had been up with him and Stevie the past few weeks. But no one wanted to speak first.

Y/n grabbed her plate and pulled it closer to her. Malcolm saw confusion cross her face as she felt for something on the underside of the plate. Malcolm’s eyes widened. She was about to find the note.

“That’s weird.” Y/n pulled it off of the dish and looked at the piece of paper. She flipped the paper for Malcolm to see. He looked at her name, which was written in his nicest handwriting. Which she recognized. “Did you do this?”

She knew the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it.

“Yeah…” She smiled, unfolding the note, and started to read it. Malcolm was terrified as he watched her. He didn’t think this far ahead. What if she rejected him? What if she left, leaving him to wallow in despair knowing that he blew it, his only chance? What if Stevie had told her how he felt, and now she’d have to let him down easy? He should’ve never listened to his dad. His dad finding his mom must have been an outlier, and he and his brothers were doomed to be unhappy and loveless. He would never find that antidote that Hal told him and his brothers about, that balanced out the insanity that was the Wilkerson boys’ hormones.

“Malcolm…” She sighed. Oh God, this was it. She was going to reject him, leave, and he’d never see him again. “This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“What?” That was not the response Malcolm was expecting. It was the one he had hoped for, but he didn’t think it would happen. “Really?”

“Yes!” She kept staring at the note, reading the lines over and over as if she was trying to engrave it in her brain. “It’s so beautiful. I love it.”

Malcolm let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“You do?”

“Yeah.” She slid out of the booth. She walked to his side and sat down next to Malcolm. “Were you telling the truth? Do you really like me?”

He nodded. He knew that if he said anything now, it would turn into an out-pour of words and would never stop.

“Thank God.” Note still in hand, Y/n grabbed Malcolm’s face and pulled him towards her in a long, sensual kiss. They knew that they were still in public, but they didn’t care. They were finally doing what they had wanted to do for so long.

Malcolm felt bad for Stevie. He’d never be able to experience this with Y/n, because she chose Malcolm. He knew he’d get over it someday and they’d still be best friends. But right now, Malcolm was focused on a more pressing matter. He pulled away from Y/n, somewhat reluctantly.

“Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course, Malcolm.”

Overfilled with joy, Malcolm kissed her again. And again. And again.

#malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader #malcolm wilkerson x reader #malcolm wilkerson #agaypanic

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redfurrycat · 1 year

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🌀Beau "Cyclone" Simpson Fic Recs 🌀

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

List of Ao3 Authors: Aprilfoolish ~~~ Chicabae | Cristinuke ~~~ Enthyrea ~~~ Fuddlewuddle ~~~ LadyLanera ~~~ MayWilder ~~~ Percyjacksonfan3 | PurpleArrowzandLeather ~~~ Ropememory ~~~ Tluz.

> Nick "Goose" Bradshaw

Top Gun: Maverick retold by Fuddlewuddle {E}

Promise me, Just hold my hand

/Cymav/

It follows Rooster and Hangman's relationship over the months and years following them getting together. Each chapter will be a difference slice of life--some will be between the end of the previous fic and the epilogue, and some will be after the epilogue. It will also expand on Maverick's developing relationship with Cyclone as hinted at in the previous fic.

Cautious by ChicaBae {E}

/Cymav/

There was a tension between them that even the civilians could see. That’s because nothing involving Maverick was simple, including the admiral.

You weren't even on the list by Tluz {G} {T} {M} {E}

/Cymav/

What if Admiral Beau "Cyclone" Simpson was insanely attracted to Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell? And what if he thought it was inappropriate because of their ranks?

Will and Testament by PurpleArrowzandLeather {G}

/Pete “Maverick” Mitchell & Beau “Cyclone” Simpson/

The Request of Admiral Kazansky

Cyclone receives a letter in the mail after the miraculous completion of the suicide mission only a week prior. It's addressed from the one and only Iceman. Upon reading the contents, Beau thinks he should've seen this coming.

Damn it.

The Owner's Manual

After being left Maverick in Iceman's will, Cyclone is horrified to learn that Maverick does, in fact, come with instructions.

Practice Makes Perfect

A few snippets of Cyclone learning what exactly Iceman put up with throughout his years protecting Maverick. Thank goodness the man thought to give him a manual.

Perfectly Matched by Fuddlewuddle {E}

/Cymav/

Bradley sets Mav up with an online dating app. Somehow, Mav ends up matching with someone who might just be the love of his life. Someone he already knew, but didn't think would ever be interested in him. Bradley better not say, I told you so.

Something to be sheltered by MayWilder {T}

/Jake “Hangman” Seresin & Beau “Cyclone” Simpson/

“My wife has asked that you join us for dinner tomorrow night,” Beau says carefully. “Your wife, sir?” Jake’s brow furrows. “Why would she like to meet me?” “She thinks its important that my mentee sees a healthy work-life balance.” “I’m your mentee?” Jake teases, smirking lightly. “And you talk about me enough that your wife wants to meet me?” “You can continue to be a pain in my ass,” Beau sighs, looking up at the ceiling. “Or, you can take the offer of a free dinner with a beautiful and intellectually stimulating woman.” “Oh, I definitely want to see this side of Cyclone,” Jake grins. “Domesticated.” “You’re bordering on impertinence.” “Me? Never.” “Let’s go back to when you respected me and my position.” Jake appears to settle down, but only slightly. He clears his throat and squares his shoulders. “I’d be honored to attend dinner with your family, Admiral. Just tell me a date and time.” *** or, Beau Simpson didn't mean to adopt a fully grown naval aviator, but, you know; shit happens.

give me a warning honey (oh, I’m in the danger zone) by Percyjacksonfan3 {T}

/Cymav/

After the mission Maverick has to come to terms with the fact that the Dagger squad is splitting up, he has a relationship with his godson to work on, and that he's facing an unwanted impending retirement. Oh, and the fact that apparently Cyclone is suddenly his biggest defender, for reasons Maverick cannot figure out, no matter how hard he tries. Still, when the man is the reason he's still flying for the Navy and working with the Daggers, Pete will happily take it. And if they have to continue working together because of it, well, they're adults. He's sure they can handle it. Things will be fine. Until Maverick starts to develop feelings for him, that is.

Pick me up when I'm down by Fuddlewuddle {T}

/Cymav/

Five times Mav calls someone because he needs them, and one time he calls someone just because he wants to hear their voice.

Cyclone's Secret Life, from Flock Together Universe Series, by LadyLanera {G}

/Cyclone/

Throughout the years, Cyclone has had one secret he plans to take to the grave with him. Penny knows it. His late wife Emily knew it. That's it. The truth will find a way, though. Always.

Oh My God, They Weren't Roommates... by aprilfoolish {G}

/Cymav/

Cyclone is happier he's even been, now that he's together with Maverick. Romantically. He never would have believed that, and neither would his own children, it seems...

oh, captain (let’s make a deal) by ropememory {M}

/Cymav/

“Mitchell’s not a bad choice,” Warlock says when the amusement subsides, because he’s a traitor, and certainly not Cyclone’s friend at this particular moment. “It’s barely even a month long training.” “He’s a terrible choice.” Cyclone doesn’t care if he sounds petulant, because Warlock is clearly not understanding the severity of Admiral Kazansky’s decision. “A walking paperwork generator. This assignment is my own personal nightmare come to life.”

The path less travelled by Fuddlewuddle {E}

/Cymav/

Mav survived the Uranium mission by the skin of his teeth. But he's home now, he's working on his relationship with Bradley, and he's somehow friends with Cyclone? Or are they more than friends? The sex probably complicates things, he admits. But then so does his growing feelings for the Alpha. Not to mention the fact that he ends up pregnant...

Matchmaker(s), Matchmaker(s) by Cristinuke {T}

/Cymav/

Ice and Goose are dead, but they're still tethered to the living, specifically to Maverick. It's up to them to figure out how to close their unfinished business, and why it might include a certain admiral.

Cyclone's Kids by LadyLanera

/Jake “Hangman” Seresin & Beau “Cyclone” Simpson/

Accidental Family {T}

After getting into a bar fight in a random civilian bar, Jake accidentally calls the wrong phone number and calls the airboss of TOPGUN.

Father-Son Talk {T}

After the events during the disastrous mission debrief, Hangman gets summoned for the talk.

Calm Before the Storm {T}

The night they're to leave, there's just one thing Hangman needs to do. As Fate allowed it, that turned out to be just what he needed for the upcoming mission.

The Long Goodbye {G}

As Hangman waits in his jet as the selected team gears up for the mission, he finds himself saying goodbye while hoping there will be a hello later on.

Heroes Landing {T}

Oh, Jake could kiss that old man. He really could. Because he knew if Maverick was there, Rooster couldn’t be too far behind. He glanced around at the aircrew, waiting impatiently for a signal to launch. He was ready to back them up. He’d escort them home with a goddamn ticker-tape parade, stay right on their wing the entire damn time until they touched down. He would not leave them.

acquired taste by enthyrea {T}

/Cymav/

“Admiral Simpson!” Maverick calls, waving him over. “Thanks for coming.” He grins, leaning his elbows on the bar in an inviting stance. Cyclone can’t help but look him over, appreciating the way the jeans on Maverick fit him just so– No. Not doing that. He appreciates Maverick’s outfit in a completely straight and normal way. Taking the spot next to the other man, he takes care to plant his feet in a completely natural and normal manner. “Maverick, thank you for extending the invite.” He says, like he rehearsed it fifteen times in the rearview mirror before leaving his car. “It’s good to see you.” AKA, Maverick invites Cyclone to a night out at the Hard Deck. Cyclone is entirely normal about it.

#beau cyclone simpson #cymav #beau cyclone simpson x pete maverick mitchell #pete maverick mitchell & beau cyclone simpson #jake hangman seresin & beau cyclone simpson #ongoing list #Thank you for feeding the obsession of so many...myself very much included!#love and appreciation #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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imagine-knb · 4 months

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Hello admin team!!! I hope you all are well and having fun with the requests!

I wanted to request a match up for myself, nickname Veux, genderfluid (he/she/they).

I'm an enfp, so I tend to be very excitable and passionate about my/ others interests. I love sweet foods, going to art galleries, and watching anime or dramas. My hobbies include creating art, reading, and baking!

(I do have a bias towards the Kiridai team, but I'm open to a match up from any team/members! ^^)

Thank you so much! ❤️

Type of Romance

Bullying Acquaintance to Lovers

How You Two Met

Hanamiya had always had a knack for trying to get under everyone's skin. This behavior didn't stop when he left the court and it often extended to his time during school as well, where he would try to pick apart the values and personalities of his classmates. You were no exception.

From the moment you had joined Kirisaki Daiichi, Hanamiya had been a metaphorical thorn in your side. It had started off with shallow insults when the two of you had been paired for a project. Despite his own genius, he'd left most of the work to you.

At least he had acknowledged that you had enough wits to earn the both of you a decent grade.

Hanamiya was looking over the shared report, scrutinizing ever crossed t and dotted i. By the time he was at the end of the page, his brow had cocked upward, impressed. "Glad I won't have to carry you through this class after all," he huffed out, glancing toward you from behind the paper. You could already see a curling smirk making its way to his face.

It made your own eye twitch in annoyance. "I'm not stupid, Hanamiya."

"What?" he asked, elongating the syllable and pinching his brows together in mock offense. "I never said you were, Veux. You've got my words all twisted. Let's work together on this project, hmm?"

How He Fell For You

Due to the close proximity your project had you in with Hanamiya, he found himself in your orbit much more than any of his other classmates. It was through getting to know you more than he realized the both of you had some similar interests — namely, reading. And though he didn't share in any of your other hobbies, he couldn't deny that they required a certain set of skill you apparently had.

The teasing toned down, though it never fully went away, the longer he got to know you. Snide insults turned into teasing comments. Apathetic glances turned into curled smirks. It was one thing for Hanamiya to believe someone to be beneath him, it was another for him to actually put the energy into someone.

Soon enough, people were questioning whether the Hanamiya Makoto had actually gone soft.

"I'll meet you outside the culinary classroom after school, since that's your last class, right?" The fact that Hanamiya had remembered your schedule didn't get passed you as you nodded — so he had been paying attention — though his newfound attention to detail didn't mean he didn't let his usual snide comments go. "Make yourself a bit more useful and make some snacks for our study session, okay?"

He walked away from you after nearly flicking at your nose, his laughter only getting slightly louder when you flinched away before he could get you. As he left your side, one of his teammates in tow, he heard them say, "You're getting rather friendly with Veux nowadays, aren't you?"

Before you could hear his teammate's own teasing remark, Hanamiya snapped back. "Shut up!" But the light tint of color on his cheeks gave him away.

What a Relationship with Him is Like

The teasing never really does go away, but it takes on a more snarky tone than bullying nowadays. Hanamiya is very much the type of boyfriend to have the attitude of "the only person who can bully them is me", as he tends to mouth off to anyone else that so much as looks at your funny. This behavior extends to even his own teammates.

When he's not being a menace in the relationship, Hanamiya actually does enjoy going out with you to art museums or book stores. He'll often strike up intellectual conversations about the things the two of you view and read together, finding it interesting to get your opinion on things since they often differ from his own.

Being in a relationship with Hanamiya requires some pretty thick skin, because it takes a long time to break down the walls he's built to keep people out. But once they're gone, he's an aggravatingly loyal partner.

"Here." Hanamiya huffed out, dropping a plastic bag onto the table in front of you. He covered your textbook and papers with the contents, varying snacks spilling out of the bag. Before you could thank him for the treats, he quipped, "Don't say anything about it," as a flush of color dusted his cheeks.

Before he could sit down, Hanamiya snatched up the bar of chocolate that had fallen from the bag. You watched him as he sat across from you, tearing it open before taking a bite straight from the bar. When he caught you staring, he quirked a brow.

"What? You want some?" His expression shifted to something more teasing and that familiar smirk made it's way to his face. He took another bite, holding a piece of chocolate between his teeth. "Well, come and get it then, Veux."

Match Up Requests are Closed

#imagine knb valentine's event 2024 #hanamiya #sorry I made him a bit mean at first #I just can't NOT write Hanamiya as a bit of an ass

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boundinparchment · 2 years

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Dream a Little Dream of Me - XIII

Celestia has a cruel sense of humor. He’s always known this, ever since his days as a student. But a soulmate? Really? Dottore/Female Reader Soulmate AU. Lore speculation, interpretations, etc. AO3 Chapter is Here.

“I’m afraid I don’t quite follow.”

The words were polite but his tone was as sharp as the pauldron that was missing from his shoulder. Like your previous dream, he was without his mantle and coat, dressed in black pants and a dark blue shirt, face still obscured. He carried a bundle with him but you had no idea what it held.

You had been walking with him for the past hour (or so it felt, at least) through dense woods and up steep, windy hills, talking about the new events all the while. The path was barely discernible through the vegetation. The landscape reminded you of the hills and roads you took on your way from Fontaine into Sumeru, save for a strange ethereal quality to some of the leaves if you looked too closely. All the while, the Doctor would stop abruptly to consider the different forking paths, looking at either one with equal levity before deciding the next step and continuing on without so much as consulting you.

He was going by memory, or rather, the dream was. It was building itself as you went, subject to the whims and thoughts of the dreamer. Even now, in a different place, you swore the leaves were whispering amongst themselves, to him. You caught hideous words of warning mixed with pleas but you couldn’t make out just what they were begging for.

“Instead of us finishing out the schedule in Sumeru City with the Akademiya, we’ll be performing in the Zubayr Theater,” you clarified. “The Akademiya saw fit to intervene when I kicked out two students for being rude and our manager came up with an alternative that fit budgetary needs and…national pride, I suppose.”

“I see.”

“Weren’t you there? I thought I saw…”

He sounded as if he had no recollection of the events himself. You hadn’t hallucinated; you would know his outline, his attire, anywhere by now.

The Doctor didn’t stop walking but you caught a shift of his shoulders before he turned his head and said, “So that’s what I walked in on. What was the reasoning for the dismissal?”

“Insufficient intellectual content or something along those lines,” you muttered, a Dendro crystal fly hovering nearby. “And to make everything more complicated, my patron is requesting me back in Fontaine and offering a substantial amount for the trouble.”

You finally crested the summit a moment later. His steps were a little quicker, his mind already at work, and he went further up the path before returning and taking your hands, eager to show you what lay ahead.

Before you, a deep valley was carved from the mountains, clear blue water sparkling in the sun far below. You could just make out the red scales of the beasts that made their home in the shallows. But it wasn’t the wildlife that truly caught your attention or that of your soulmate’s. Seated, as if resting, was a machine that, in scale, made so many of the factories in Fontaine look like dollhouses in comparison. It resembled the ancient Ruin technology that was still found all throughout Teyvat, a singular eye staring down into the valley below. The arm was outstretched, as if reaching for something.

It turned out the bundle was, in fact, a blanket. You couldn’t feel in a dream the same way you could when you were awake but your mind could fill in the gaps, you discovered. You woke up on more than one occasion with a sore back or legs from such excursions before, even though they only ever happened in your subconscious. The Doctor spoke as he laid out the blanket and fixed the corners after he picked the perfect vantage point. He settled down and, when you didn’t step forward to do the same, patted the spot next to him in silent invitation.

You sat down, knees to your chest, as you gazed out at the massive machine, weather-worn and tangled with vines and trees. Initially, you left a space between the both of you but when your arm brushed his, sending tingles down your spine, you found he hadn’t moved away. You left your arm where it was, resting on your knee, pressed against his. The illusion of heat emanating from him almost felt real.

“That sounds accurate for the Sages. They do not put emphasis on anything other than logical arguments or any knowledge that is safe for consumption. They would rather continue pulling the wool over their eyes, continue to use the Akasha and remove the concept of critical thinking than admit the truth.”

His words caught you off-guard. He alluded to something similar when you first met, when he’d removed your Akasha terminal and you realized he was more than a figment of your subconscious.

“The truth?”

“Let’s just say that no matter what side you stand on, both are utter fools for relying on an Archon to provide clarity and guidance. More foolish still to put all their faith and knowledge in a single resource that could, one day, be disconnected from its source of power. It is…not unlike what your nation has done by relying on a single power source that was finite and now depleted. What did your patron want, precisely?”

So, he had been paying attention after all.

“For me to go back to Fontaine early to perform for some heads of state or something, it seemed. Twice my current salary. They would never ask such a thing if they weren’t desperate and it arrived far before everything happened at the workshop, but…”

“The timing is odd. Especially given that it’s for a political situation, in which they want you specifically. What will you do?”

“Stay, of course.”

The arm against yours tensed and when you turned to tear your gaze away from the machine, you caught the tug of a frown at the corner of his mouth. Hardly the reaction you expected.

“What?” you asked. “I thought you would be thrilled with the notion of having more opportunities to meet in-person. After all, you’re the one that wants to teach me how to fight.”

You rose from the blanket, words pouring from your lips as quickly as they formed in your head. Everything you fell asleep thinking of came to the forefront again, this time as tangled as a ball of yarn after a kitten had its fun. The choice was obvious . Everything you wanted was here in Sumeru. Playing at the festival was a chance to truly give an audience a passionate performance and learn music you otherwise might not learn within your own nation. You could learn about another Archon, how another nation showed its appreciation and love, and overall get an experience Fontaine could never provide.

"If I left, it removes everything we discussed from the table. And I know nothing about what I would be walking into if I go back to Fontaine. I know my patron well enough to know that the request is probably genuine. But I also know the règles du jeu, the Rules of the Game, and the way talented people are paraded around like livestock. That is the last place I want to be, especially if—"

Hands rested on your shoulders from behind. It wasn't comforting in and of itself, not in the way you were used to, but the steadiness of the firm touch eased the stress welling up in your subconscious.

"Sumeru is hardly safe in that regard, either. It would be a waste of your talent and time playing in a group in which you must suppress your abilities for the sake of the greater good."

"I gave my word when I took this job. And I can do a lot more here than I can playing for a bunch of rich nobles in fancy clothes who hoard the arts of themselves. This is a chance to learn so much and work with people who are passionate about their craft because it brings them joy. I would be a poor musician if I didn’t take this chance.”

You looked over your shoulder, the Doctor’s face unreadable through your peripheral vision. A gloved hand left your shoulder to brush knuckles against your bare neck, focusing on a spot just below your ear.

And you, your mind whispered. I don’t want to leave you. Not yet.

“As long as you’re sure, then. My schedule is not as forgiving as I expected it to be; either way, our training will need to wait.”

You nodded and turned your head back so you faced forward, your gaze resting on the Ruin machine again as you brought a tentative hand up and across your chest to rest it atop the one on your shoulder. Once again, he tensed but didn’t pull away. The Doctor’s other hand remained occupied, playing with a stray lock of hair when he wasn’t caressing your neck gently. Such a gesture was different for him but not unwelcome.

“Have you been here before?” you asked, leaning into his touch.

“Many times. The Ruin Golem and this valley in particular have always held a fascination for me. I wasn’t able to properly study it as a student, though. The Akademiya specifically forbids the study of mechanical lifeforms, don’t forget.”

“Why do I feel like you did it anyway?”

He laughed softly; if breathing were a necessity here, you would have felt his breath tickling your skin.

“Tell me about it? I’ve only ever seen factories be this big, let alone a single piece of Ruin technology. How did this one end up here? It looks like it collapsed…”

Eventually, the two of you ended up back on the blanket, but this time, the Doctor’s head rested in your lap. His legs stretched out just beyond the edge of the fabric, his hands gesturing and pointing as he spoke, explaining the connections in the interior of the Golem, and how the cores were removed and placed elsewhere. Your fingers gently worked their way through his hair all the while. Occasionally, the Doctor craned his neck, leaning into your hands. His soft teal locks were already horribly askew and you were doing a fantastic job of making it worse.

The soft whispering from the leaves had stopped, you noted. You had yet to hear it again, even when the ramblings of the man in your lap turned into quiet musings. Every now and again, you brushed the edges of the mask but never dared to remove it.

You wanted to. So badly. Just once, you wanted to see his full face again, stare into crimson eyes that were as beautiful as they were mesmerizing. But you had waited this long to know who he was.

You would wait as long as it would take.

#fic: dream a little dream of me #dottore #il dottore #genshin impact dottore #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #soulmate au

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thesoleilla · 2 years

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HEEY can i request a ranpo x reader where reader has the same ability as five from the umbrella academy (can blink, basically teleport) and knows a lot abt science and time travel but also has street smarts and high battle iq (since they are a fighter whos out on the field a lot) and them and ranpo have this rivalry to see whos smarter but they both actually have a crush on eachother too? SORRY IF THIS IS TOO SPECIFIC I JUST LOVE THE IDEA OF RIVAL TO LOVERS WITH RANPO

OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA JBHEJEBFH

thank you so muuuch for the request! Also sorry if I didn't portray the ability really well as I haven't watched Umbrella Academy all my info comes from wikis and articles so it isn't the greatest x)

Onto the request!

I'm smarter than you| A Rivals to lovers Ranpo x Reader fanfic

Wordcount: 2,5k

When you first came to the agency,it seemed like you had nothing to catch the detective's attention; in fact he didn't even listen to your introduction! It looked like his ears straight up closed just after they told him your name and started talking about how strong your ability was.

But you didn't blame him for not listening,since you didn't think your ability was your greatest asset at all ,really. This wasn't the field you wanted to challenge him in.

You wished to beat him in intelectual matters.

This was the reason you accepted the Agency's offer in the first place, to challenge him since you had been in Yokohama for a while and seeing him somehow solve every single interesting case with such ease really made you mad, he made it seem like nobody could ever beat him, and you desperately wanted to prove him wrong.

However you knew your first introduction to him wasn't going well since he was paying way more attention to the sweets he was munching on than anything else around him, including you ; and even though it didn't anger you at first, the more you thought about it and the more it threw you into an incontrollable fit of rage.

Why? Because it meant he was already looking down on you- When he didn't even hear the sound of your voice yet!

So you wanted to catch his attention, but how?

Well he did seem very focused on his sweets so...

"Mind if I take one?" You said, smiling gently while pointing to his prized sweets.

You then saw him instantly come back to reality, the thought of his sweets not being his anymore scaring him.

"No!Never! Are you out of your mind?" He said, shielding the candies with his arms.

Oh. So that was who the "greatest-detective-in-the-entire-world" was... well smart people tend to be weird so...

And this made you want to beat him even more. So you made sure not to show anything strong about you in front of him yet, until the day you got to work on the same team.

However, when the day finally came; he still wasn't aware of your intelligence and even though it was wanted as this would only multiply the surprise effect; it still angered you. But this will be over once you finally beat him in his own field! And that, happens today.

"Y/N! Over here!I can't find my way around here alone! Help me, travel guide!" Ranpo called out to you, waving in your direction.

"I'm not your travel guide! Besides, can't the great detective you supposedly are do this alone? But I decided I'll be nice today, so follow me, and follow close because I won't go after you if you get lost!" you shouted back at him, making big signs for him to come to you.

Well, this was going to be one hell of a team !

"The train is my kryptonite! And I am a great detective! The greatest detective in the whole world!" He was almost poutting... aw did you anger the greatestdetectiveinthewholeworld? So tragic! We need to write this! wait what

You carefully got to the train, with Ranpo behind you. This was your first victory, since taking the train was an intellectual thing right? Yea that totallyyy counted as your first win!Cheers!

But you weren't only going to be his guide, no, that's not why they chose you to team up with him because, in fact, this case wasn't your simple murder case, it was also deemed dangerous by the police; since the mystery surrounding the case isn't in the first murder, it's in all of those who came afterwards, since every single officer who went there immediatly died when the camera weirdly shut down and would only work when the murder was already committed, all of the murders were the exact same, from the one that started this to all of the others that followed.

However, you weren't going to let that chain go on. You knew you were the one that would stop this, this case was practically made for you anyways! The need for brains all while you have to fight to survive? That's the best set-up you could be in! And this was the one where you'd finally be up against him! How could you possibly not win this?

This ride was a rather peaceful one, but not the good kind of peaceful, more like the stressful kind; the tension was sooo dense. However, complaining about this would be kind of ironic since it was your fault, the detective was trying to speak to you, except you had something more important in mind.

Finding clues for the case.

You were so caught up in the case that it seemed like the world around you stopped turning. But you absolutely needed to beat him! You couldn't let yourself be stopped by some stupid discussion!

So yeah it wasn't a very fun ride, wouldn't rate it really high personally.

However everything changed when you arrived, you were in full observation off the world around you,

Every noise,

Every smell,

Every touch,

Everything.

Including the weird black spot that was starting to take over the security camera.

You knew what that meant so, within the blink of an eye, you teleported to where the murderer supposedly was ,according to your previsions, and they were right. Which meant you could safely neutralize their hands, and stop the poison from infecting you and your teammate! Case solved gentlemen, you figured it out all while getting evidence! Second win against him in the day? Wow you might even start taking his detective title if this goes on!

But your success wasn't bringing pride to everyone, in fact a certain detective was especially angry about it, even if he tried to hide it, you knew he was. He had to be! Someone finally beat him in his field! He didn't even have the time to know the case because that idiot didn't even read the reports!

He wasn't very good at hiding his anger anyways since he magically became interested in you after the case, asking a lot of questions about your power and how it worked, but he was still prideful since when you confronted him about how "the "great detective" he was should already have figured that out right?" he only answered with even more pride "Of course I already figured all of that out! I just want to make sure you understand how your power works! I know every single thing about this world so stop pretending I don't!Hmph!" awww... pouting again was his ego really so easy to harm?

After that, Ranpo constantly asked you to go on one of Poe's novels with him; probably wanting to cope with his previous loss which made your eyes roll, since he was already that desperate to get revenge on you.

But when you finally accepted, you knew it was the start of looong war, and you weren't wrong at all since you started spending most of your time in novels or cases with him, however the presence of the other wasn't completely making your success increase because of the confrontation, it was also significantly harder because you both figured out that hiding the clues from the other would help you win and so, an endless cycle of very creative ways to destroy clues began, which included Ranpo literallly EATING A CLUE (It was a piece of candy the victim had, can you blame Ranpo for this honestly, so predictable...)

Days and months passed, and your rivalry only got stronger, with an almost 50/50 win ratio between the two of you, which only made both of you want to compete more, to prove your superiority!

Eventually, Kunikida decided to partner you guys up for most of the missions which caused a lot of tantrums from you because "how am I supposed to work with a clue-eating-partner?!"

"Hey! This ain't about you! How am I supposed to work with someone who's constantly trying to get in my way! They annoyed me even as a normal agency member, can you imagine what it'll be like if we have to work together?"

But Kunikida wasn't going to give up on his ideal about having you two work together and so, you eventually had to give in to him and accept the request.

However you felt deep-down like being paired up with him wouldn't be so bad... huh, weird. But that's because you'd be able to get him off his stupid pedestal! Or maybe it was something else....no, it couldn't be!

That was, what you were thinking months ago, however the other option was starting to seem more and more attractive as the little challenges started becoming wayy less on the intelectual side of things, to become more casual, keeping up the rivalry of course since even breathing could be a competition, if you wanted it to be!

Yup, you were starting to realise how your feelings weren't only composed of rivalry anymore, probably before Ranpo did, which definetely counted as another win in your eyes!

Besides, judging on clues you were grasping by just looking at him (he, fortunately didn't eat those), you knew his feelings were probably the same. And you weren't going to let him go first, you were sure this could count as another win !

You even had the perfect way to let him realise and for you to confess your feelings! And so, you invited him for another challenge.

An eating competition.

The one who eats the most candies in 5 minutes wins.

This was the perfect bait, casual enough for your magic trick to work and interesting enough for Ranpo to take it, this was about food after all.

And so, your plan began as soon as you both went to buy the candies, however you weren't going to choose the fastest way to get there, no you had to distract him.

Yes you read that right, distract Ranpo off of food.

Nothing the great rival you were couldn't do!

And so, you slowly started talking about past challenges, then remembered funny times you had on them together and before you knew it this was a completely casual conversation! He was pretty easy to stray away from his goal for a detective, which just proved how much better you were!

"Yeah!People are totally discriminating against red cars-"

"Ranpo?Can I ask you something?" You asked, stopping his speech that did seem pretty interesting but now was the perfect time to strike.

He turned his head towards you, stopping in his way as you did the same. "What?"

"Doesn't this feel like it isn't just plain rivalry anymore? Don't you feel like there's something more to it too?" You asked with the most confident look you could pull off, even if the fact your cheeks were starting to feel a bit warm probably wasn't helping. Still, you looked at him straight in the eyes, just watching them open as he realised what you said.

"Oh. This is yet another mystery you solved faster than I did right? Well I got a plan… what if we just become the greatest detective couple? This way nobody will be able to challenge us!" He answered, with a light in his eyes you never saw before, it wasn't the one from when he got his favorite sweet, nor the one from when you gave him a challenge. This one was stronger, and it was definitely fascinating, you wanted to keep every single detail you were seeing in your memory forever. But not only were his eyes shining like stars, his smile was also the one of a little kid, because even though you noticed he was trying to keep a composed smug, the happy childish part of him was taking over, making him have the cutest face you ever saw ,the second cutest also being his.

"Hm, this doesn't sound like a bad idea at all, but know I've had this in mind for a long time, way before you did! So therefore I win again mister detective!" You said, pridefully enunciating every word to make sure he understood very well how much you beat him! But that wasn't very easy to do since the butterflies in your stomach were dancing like never before, and soon you felt your whole body heat up, especially your face, where you were sure little volcanos were all trying to pierce through your skin, especially on your cheeks, probably making your confident act even more ridiculous than before, and this wasn't something he would miss.

"Well, I can't really argue with you there, can I? But if I can't be the greatest detective in your eyes, will I be allowed to make the opposant mine?" He answered, slowly starting to look down to your hand,which was getting closer to his, both of you going towards the other.

"Only if I can make my opposant mine too!"

"You're not dumb,I'm sure you already know he's all yours now."

He took your hand, and as you walked towards the candy shop together, he made sure to never let go.

"Are we still going to do the challenge?" Ranpo asked you, with puppy eyes because this was still an opportunity for him to eat, how could he forget?

"Of course, and we're actually going the right way this time!"You said,giggling at your own words.

You looked at eachother,slowly picturing eachother's features, to make sure you kept them in your memories, forever.

You bought the candies (not without complaint from Ranpo who thought you 'didn't buy enough') and decided to start the challenge just outside the shop, putting the sweets on a random person's car(which probably wasn't the best idea,but you didn't care at all).

The challenge wasn't really fair, Ranpo was chugging on the candies crazy fast,as expected, competing with him wasn't a piece of cake. But he even had the courage to stop eating! Was he so sure he won...?

"Hmmm I think I could go faster if I took a bite of yours!" Ranpo confidently said, looking deep in your eyes, and making his way towards you.

But he kept getting closer and closer to you, and wouldn't stop until.

Oh.

A kiss.

It was confident, yet soft and warm, the warmth from his lips on yours slowly spreading to your whole body, and you kissed back, with everything you had in you.

This felt like time had stopped for the two of you, and you were even considering that your ability activated on its own, but no; you were just too happy together.

However, all good things have an end, and as you had to get some air, you started to take in what happened, making your heart fluster.

This defeat was the best you ever had, because losing didn't have an importance right now, what was more important was how good it felt, your sugary lips uniting both of you, the way he put his hand behind your back for support... everything, you loved everything.

And so when it came to deciding who won, you were too flustered to propose anything else than a tie and that perfectly represented your relationship, you were both as smart, hence why it was so interesting.

But now, a new form of "competition" was starting to take place, even better than before.

A/N: thanks for reading this! I hope you enjoyed it, and it even though it's still short just know it's my longest work as of now lol so it's good ig? Also sorry for the kiss scene, I just went as my mind wanted and I have no idea if this is realistic x))

Sorry for taking so long on the request,covid was being mean to me and I had a lot of personal stuff to deal with,but thanks again for the request!Was really fun to write and even if I don't think I did really well it was still fun so idrc x))

Omg why are my author notes so long

#bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd x y/n #bsd #ranpo x gn!reader #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd rampo #ranpo edogawa #ranpo x y/n #bsd request #bsd fic #bsd rivals to lovers #ranpo rivals to lovers #ranpo x you #ranpo fluff #bsd edogawa rampo #rivals to lovers #bsd ennemies to lovers

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year

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Saiyuki boys (Hakkai, Goku, Gojyo and Sanzo) tumblr

I love reading your headcannons about them! 💖💖

I had so much fun imagining and writing this ask. It amused me greatly and I really appreciate the request, anon dear! I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons!

Sanzo

So, I’ve always headcanoned Sanzo to have a lot of ‘old man’ traits and high among them is the fact that he’s really not all that technologically gifted. At all, really. He just doesn’t understand how to use technology and he doesn’t spend a lot of time on the internet. He really only has a tumblr because the others, especially Goku, would have bothered him into getting one. Even then, he doesn’t really use it often and he often forgets he even has one. It can be months between him logging in.

He doesn’t really understand how to use themes and even has trouble figuring out how to put an avatar up and he’s definitely not going to think to ask the others for help, half because he doesn’t really care and half because he has his pride so his tumblr is so very basic. His tumblr handle is leavemealonealready, but his blog doesn’t have a title or anything notable about it.

He follows Goku, Hakkai, and Gojyo because they make him but other than that, he doesn’t follow too many people, mostly just tumblrs dedicated to cute animals (he definitely follows dogposts and only-cat-memes). He doesn’t do the whole follow-back thing. He’s also horrible for never reblogging and only liking things.

Hakkai

Tumblr is very much a Hakkai thing and he’s probably actually the one to not only have gotten the others into it, but to use it the most. If the Saiyuki universe had tumblr, I could definitely see Hakkai scrolling through his dash whenever he got bored, though I don’t think he creates original posts often.

He does put a lot of thought into his tumblr handle, blog title, theme, avatar, and the general overall aesthetic of his tumblr. His handle would be almost hipster!like, something like ‘thelostlenore’ or ‘thepathlesstravelled’ and his avatar changes from something scenic and pretty to pictures of Jeep. He prefers his tumblr themes clean and minimal, good for both pictures and text, something like Hazy by vitaminholland. He purposefully chooses not to title his blog.

I feel like he follows a lot of people. Not only does he like a lot of blogs, follow a lot of tags, and just have a general interest in various areas, but he does do the kind thing of following people who follow him. I do think he has a few fandoms that he would be into and that he would follow tumblrs related to those fandoms, along with some generally aesthetic fandoms (especially academia!aesthetic blogs). He’s also really interested in intellectual things and would follow tumblrs of that nature, such as philosophybits, scienceisdope, etc. He also would follow some positivity focused tumblrs, just because everyone needs a pick-me-up sometimes.

Goku

Goku is the one I can see using tumblr the most after Hakkai. Hakkai has to show him how to work it but he catches on pretty quickly. His handle is songokueats and he mostly posts a lot of pictures of his food or funny pictures he snaps of the others getting into embarrassing moments. He titles his tumblr very simply, just calling it ‘Goku’s tumblr’ and his avatar is either a picture of food or an embarrassing photo of Sanzo or Gojyo until they make him take it down. He’s not really all that picky about his tumblr theme, with his only requisite being that it’s colourful and fun so I can see him using something like colorful space or Bitter Fruit.

Other than Sanzo, Goku follows the least amount of people. He follows the others, of course, but other than that, he mainly just follows a lot of food blogs and just kind of browses tags whenever he gains interest in something. He’d be the one to get really into the tumblr memes though and would overuse them.

He really likes to talk to people and online is no different. I could see him using the dm feature the most out of the four of them.

Gojyo

I think overall, if the world of Saiyuki had social media, Gojyo would prefer dating apps, Instagram, and TikTok and, while he’d have a tumblr, it would be hit or miss if he thinks to check it. It’s not his first choice for apps.

I think he was probably really into it at first and he did put thought into it. He uses a very image-centric theme, something dark and minimalistic but stylish, and the only posts he has up are images, usually selfies and usually of the thirst trap variety. His tumblr handle is l@vvrboi and his blog title is Too Hot to Handle, with his avatar being a selfie, of course.

He does do follow for follow and he does follow a fair amount of blogs, anything smutty or erotic, some cute animal blogs, along with a few advice blogs because he’s got a guilty pleasure for those kinds of things. He’s really susceptible, just saying, to clicking on pornbot links.

#event ask #saiyuki #saiyuki headcanons #genjo sanzo #sha gojyo #cho hakkai #son goku #headcanons

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knickynoo · 1 year

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Previous anon here. I fell victim of characters limit :( I don't know if you've adressed the subject before and if you have I am so sorry please ignore that it: Do you have headcanons about the relationship between Uncle Ned and Alex BEFORE THE SLAP (we know Alex was fangirling over his uncle but girl...your analyses give me life so i'll drink your hc like a dying man would the water of an oasis), and AFTER THE SLAP? Does Alex forgive ? Is it one more trauma to add to his long list ? Love you <3

You know, I've actually never done any Alex & Uncle Ned focused headcanons. A friend of mine requested I do an analysis post of the Uncle Ned episodes like 2 years ago, and I was like "Ok, sure!" and then never followed through, lol. (Also, don't apologize; even if I had gotten an ask like this in the past, I'd still be happy to add to my previous thoughts!)

Alex and Uncle Ned BTS (Before the Slap)

Alex was Uncle Ned's #1 fan from the time he was young. Since Ned knew much more about the business world than Steven and Elyse, visits from his uncle gave Alex the chance to gush about the subject with someone who was just as interested as he was.

The thing about Uncle Ned is that he's SUPER fun and silly and carefree, which is very opposite of how Alex is, but Ned also seems to "get" his nephew really well. Alex is sort of an outcast in his family, but he and Ned can connect intellectually, and I can see that as being important to Alex, especially as a little kid who's considered weird by his peers. His Uncle Ned serves as an example of how someone can take their interest in business and turn it into success.

Though they have fun with their serious conversations, Ned thinks it's important to encourage Alex to broaden his horizons. So, yeah, he'll sit around and talk the stock market and economics for a while, but then he tries to get his nephew to focus on something else. A game of baseball, discussions about movies or music, etc. Ned wants Alex to get out of his head every so often, and he's good at figuring out how to do that.

Alex definitely has a framed picture of Uncle Ned somewhere in his room. Maybe a picture in his wallet, too, to go along with the article about his uncle that he carries around. He takes it out to impress people. "Did you know my uncle is Junior Vice President of the Syntram Corporation? Here's an article and picture of him." Likewise, Ned definitely talks about Alex at his work. "You know what my brilliant nephew said the other day...?"

I'm pretty sure both Uncle Ned episodes contain scenes where Alex and Ned are in the kitchen eating late-night snacks after the rest of the family has gone to bed, and I'd like to headcanon that as being a pattern whenever he comes to visit. The two of them meet up and sit around the table, chatting and eating cereal or sandwiches while they chat about the goings on in their lives. It's Uncle Ned's chance to pick Alex's brain and get the inside scoop on his school and friends and such.

ATS (After the Slap) ☹️

I have a lot of conflicting thoughts regarding how things would play out in the aftermath of "Say Uncle." It really is a bummer that they drop Ned entirely from the show. I mean, the least they could've done is mention him in passing in another episode or something to let us know how he was doing? Like. That episode leaves SO MUCH unaddressed. Does Ned actually go to rehab? Does he get better? Mend the now broken relationship with his family and dear nephew who thought the world of him???

As far as headcanons go, I can go the depressing route or the optimistic route. Depressing route says that Ned tries rehab for a little but doesn't stick with it. The fact that his life has kind of fallen apart around him, coupled with his inability to take things seriously/his need to constantly goof off might lead him to be like, "Why bother with this?" If that's the case, he'd likely only spiral more into alcoholism and continue to wreck his own life. And, being ashamed of how he acted in front of his family, I could see him just running away from it all, going off the grid and cutting contact. Very much a bummer to think about. (And could explain why they never talk about him after that episode)

The optimistic route says that The Slap serves as Ned's firm wake up call that he needs to get his act together. He's horrified that he could do something so terrible, but it pushes him to get the help that he needs. He goes to rehab, gets sober, and puts the pieces of his life back together. With Elyse being established as such a protective, mother-hen type older sister, she keeps in contact and supports him. Eventually, the Keatons are able to get to a place of moving forward and starting a new chapter with Uncle Ned.

I'd really hope that Alex would be able to deal with what happened--talk things through with his parents and eventually Uncle Ned--and forgive Ned. It's clear that they have a special bond, and it's sad to think of Alex losing that. If Uncle Ned truly works on himself and changes, I think Alex would be able to forgive his uncle. In fact, I think Ned might have a harder time forgiving himself for what he'd done than Alex would have forgiving him.

Still, the whole event could end up being added to Alex's Trauma Pile, even if things work out. Having your favorite uncle in the whole world hit you so hard in a drunken rage that you go flying halfway across the room is not exactly something you just easily move on from. And our guy Alex already has a really hard time processing his emotions and tends to latch onto/obsess over things, so he'd probably need some help to work through that. Maybe he talked it over with his therapist at some point during "A, My Name is Alex."

Thanks for the ask! Your line about drinking my headcanons like a man in the desert is one of my favorite things I've ever gotten in an ask. Love you, too <3

#asks #family ties #alex p keaton #apk #there was so much potential in Uncle Ned #it bothers me when shows bring in great characters for just a few episodes & then never speak of them again #like. i know the whole point was probably just ''let's get Tom Hanks to do a couple episodes''#with no intention or ability to keep him as a regular but come on #they didnt even give us closure #*sigh*

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